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Post by Deleted on Jul 1, 2018 13:20:44 GMT -6
Hello Starborn, and welcome to Vagabond Plot 603: Summoning Circle[ image here ] Team Leader: Sicily Participants: Trixie, Lilliana, Zemora, Aurora 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: As Hireath's vagabonds assemble in jubilation for the annual Wordsmith Gathering, the witches too are drawn to the power of the new spring. As the sun sets on the first day of the celebration, you break away from the tents and festivities to join your sisters in the wood. Mere months ago, under a pitch black sky in winter, a sparse few Hedgewitches gathered to reinstate the New Moon Council, and vowed to be the magical watchers of Hireath. Since then, as word spread through the shadowy corners of the world, the number of witches committed to the protection of Hireath's energies has grown. You heard whispers of this witch assembly, held beside the Wordsmith Gathering. Whether out of curiosity or duty, you decided to see it for yourself. It was more than you imagined. Dozens of witches, maybe a hundred, are gathered here. Their clothes and faces display an endless variety, an all-inclusive array of magic-users like you have never witnessed. They approach a roaring bonfire in a scattered mass, looking around themselves uneasily; you realize that they must know the same thing you have known for months: something is wrong. When the New Moon Council met in winter, they surrounded a pool of water; now, a dozen times larger, they surround a roaring flame the size of a house. Some of them are offering artifacts, herbs, books, other things of power to be burned, then dashing away from the white-hot flames. You can feel the heat from where you stand, and just as you begin to wonder what the witches are doing, someone explains to you: "There's a new god." You could feel it too, but... how can that be? "We are going to draw him out." Location: Near the Point, Sirith Time of Day: Night Current Weather: Clear, warm, with a starry sky. You do not have to wait for your leader to post!
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Post by FaunaFawn on Jul 1, 2018 18:49:40 GMT -6
Sicilly A Hedgewitch Who could blame her for getting closer to the fire especially now that the witches and others were speaking of a new God. They were going to draw them out, and with what offerings? Sicilly pondered as to what she could offer to the fire. Ears flickered as someone said a prayer and she watched as the fire seemed to etch out towards the mare before whisking back. Now that was something else. Sicilly began to watch more closely, watching what someone would offer, some would offer gold, others letters, some began to chant and Sicilly watched it all with delight.
She had to offer something to this god, like the others. Sicilly glanced around for a familiar face among the witches. Finally she spotted a pale face, who seemed a bit spooked, of course Aurora. Sicilly trotted towards her, moving away from the fire sadly. "Aurora, you well?" she asked curiously. "You plan on offering something to the fire?" she asked a bit curiously. Sicilly glanced around and her chest noting another familiar face among the crowd. Eyes turned back to Aurora as the sounds of some witches chanting into the fire began to grow.
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Post by Disastercorn on Jul 1, 2018 20:38:43 GMT -6
 Aurora
The large fire that grew and swayed with each equine that approached was more then the little pink Pegasus could bare. She was as far back from the source as possible, yet still within the festivities. Eyes where brimming with tears. None of this could be a good idea! Wings fluttered wide as her name was spoken, chest heaving. "H-h-hello Sicilly Dear..." Her voice stuttering frantically as she tried to get herself under control. But the raging fire and its licking flames did nothing to quell the fright and need to escape within her body.
"N-n-n-no... No I'm n-not..." Nothing about this was good. Summoning a god for nothing else then to question them could not be the right way. Tears suddenly trickled down as she shook her head and backed up again, behind hitting a cold stone rock. The soft strange of hair finally growing out made her look even more disheveled and frantic. This couldn't be happening. Couldn't be right. "S-sicilly darling... T-tell me I'm dreaming...!" The equine shook like a leaf, looking even smaller then she already was.
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Post by Idiosyncrasea on Jul 1, 2018 20:58:23 GMT -6
Trixie was uncomfortable about being in the midst of such a big crowd. The only hedgewitch she’d known well had been her late mentor. Trixie had occasionally encountered other witches, but until now, those times had only been with her mentor, who had done much more interacting with the fellow witches than Trixie had, so Trixie bad barely gotten acquainted with any of them. She’d always been awkward around any number of strangers, but she decided to come to New Moon Council to see if she could help. And although she was overwhelmed by how many more fellow witches were here than she thought there’d be, she decided to try to be brave, and focus on finding out what was the task at hand, and how she could assist.
She’d had a strange sensation that unsettled her, more than just being among strangers, but she wasn’t sure what she was sensing… until she heard another witch say that there was a new god. And then she realized that this was what she had been sensing; she just hadn’t been able to believe it. And even now that she’d heard another say this, it was still hard to believe. And when she heard that they were going to draw out the new god, she started to grow more and more afraid.
She thought of saying something, but for several minutes she was paralyzed by fear, both fear of the new god and fear of speaking up in the crowd. Finally, she managed to muster the courage to make her way near the fire, near the center of the crowd, and tried to speak up loud enough for at least some of the other witches to hear her, though her voice quavered and didn’t come out as loudly as she hoped.
“Um… D-does anyone know anything about this new god? Is he good, or… w-well… evil, like Digend? And… er… how do we know we should draw him out?”
She already wondered if it might be possible for this god to be even worse than Digend, if that was possible. And now that she had drawn some attention to herself, she trembled, heartbeat and lungs racing, and she backed a few steps away from the fire.
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Post by Western-Witch on Jul 1, 2018 23:15:29 GMT -6
 Zemora:Vagabond | Hedgewitch
With herbs and potions that comfort and heal, come together and turn the wheel.Zemora wasn't one for mass celebrations. The close quarters of the revelers made her anxious and even more wary than usual. But she wasn't here for the average equine. She had heard of a mass grouping of witches. And with what happened a few months ago, she needed to attend. The last New Moon Council had revealed a drastic change to Hireath's heavenly makeup.
And Zemora had become curious over the last few months. She had read the winds and heard the plants. They had revealed that Digend had arisen. So she came here in hopes of seeing if any other witch had more information. She did not anticipate the amount of them that would gather.
As she drew nearer to the massive fire the summer air changed from a sweet warmth to a heavy, blaze, leaden with secrets and unanswered questions. Zemora walked up to a witch and watched in awe at the scene before her. Witches were throwing offerings to the fire just as she had poured her poison into the pool. The witch next to her spoke without Zemora asking. Shocked Zemora looked at her, "Wait, a new god?"
But she didn't hear her. So Zemora ventured further. In the back she heard a startled, terrified voice and instantly recognized the pastel colored coat. Aurora's hair had only partly grown back since the last New Moon Council. Another pegasus was with her, consoling her. Zemora hadn't met this one, but she moved towards them anyways.
"Oh hello again Aurora. I was hoping to find you in better spirits this time around. You're hair is growing out quite nice though." Zemora gave her a soft smile. She then turned to the bat winged pegasus. "Hello, my name is Zemora. A pleasure to cross paths." She dipped her head towards the mare.
Behind her the stammering of another witch drew Zemora's attention. Zemora turned towards her, "How do you know this new god isn't Digend?" The witch was young, and just as startled as Aurora.
Zemora turned towards the three witches. "What is this talk of a new god? Is this just the confused rumors of Digend's awakening?" She turned to watch as another handful of witches walked up to the fire's roaring edge and offered it something. Did this fire play the same rules as the pool? And if so what question would she ask it this time?
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Post by FaunaFawn on Jul 3, 2018 18:48:59 GMT -6
SicillyA Hedgewitch Ahh she was weeping. A part of Sicilly would laugh if Aurora didn't look so distraught. Mouth open about to speak, yet someone approached them. Sicilly remained looking monotone at new comer. They seemed easy going enough, and seemed to know Aurora well enough. Pleasant enough to introduce themselves. "Charmed of course. I'm Sicilly." the mare dipped her head. She looked towards the other mare speaking of some new god.
"I am sure not all have heard of Digend, perhaps others pray for something else besides the rumors we have heard of a darker god. But Digend of course in tale is not all chaos, but luck. Maybe they pray for that?" she spoke smoothly, her words precise and stone cut. "None the less I think it would be wise we all offer something. If they are right about a God surfacing, I'd hate to be the one that was rude to them and offered nothing." The words flowed from her mouth with ease. Sicilly knew she would offer something and she already had an idea of what to feed into the fire. "I think it is best we get closer to the fire, perhaps we can know what is going on, if you can manage of course Aurora." she looked at the state of her companion. A simple reason why she never let her emotions take much hold of her at times. While it did mean she did not feel much joy or sorrow in life, she found it easier to work in this cruel world.
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Post by FaunaFawn on Jul 6, 2018 18:54:31 GMT -6
Lilly watched as the flames danced before their eyes, slowly processing what was being said. They weren’t quite listening to what the others were saying, discussing a new god and in turn Digend. They didn’t quite know what to think about this new god. Thrilled? They loved all their gods, Digend included. They offered a quiet reaction as the brown horse with the blond hair spoke, feeling themself somewhat agreeing. “Digend is change and has been around for a long time.”
They smiled nodding at the suggestion of an offering. “I wouldn’t want to be rude either, surely this god deserves our love.” They looked at the flames again, thinking about what to give. They usually offered things like flowers or painted stones. What would this new god like? “I wonder what they’re like. What in this world they’re for.” The idea fascinated her, that something new had been born into the world, something that waranted a new god. Were all gods born? How did they come in existance in the first place. So many things were beyond they and that’s what made things all the more interesting for Lilly.
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Post by Disastercorn on Jul 7, 2018 22:41:51 GMT -6
A U R O R A
The roar of the fire and the calmness of the mares around her, seemed to bring some sort of sense to the pale pegasus. With a small breath and a tiny stagger, Aurora managed to get up onto her hooves and touched the brown mares shoulder. As sharp as Sicily's words where Aurora felt the underlying comfort behind them. After knowing the other for as long as she had, she knew when Sicily was trying to be nice.
She was trying to be nice.
Glancing to Zemora Aurora couldn't help the blush. "T-thank you dear." Her voice wavered a bit, venturing with everyone back to the fire. "It will take a while to get back to what it used to be, but I'm so thrilled that it still looks good this short..." A gentle nuzzle was given to the mares neck almost as a way to ground herself. Zemora was a comforting figure. Then her soft pink purple eyes turned to Trixie and a wing moved to settle over the other. "Deep breaths my darling. We can do this together ok?" A soft nod was given towards Lily as they reached the fires edge. "I might need to cut off my tail for this one too..." Aurora giggled softly, setting her saddle bags on the ground to start rummaging through them. Surely she had something to offer... It seemed sicily's pep talk and seeing Zemora here as well had really boosted the small pegasus.
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Post by Western-Witch on Jul 9, 2018 13:52:04 GMT -6
Zemora:Vagabond | Hedgewitch
With herbs and potions that comfort and heal, come together and turn the wheel. So no one knew. Zemora took a deep breath in. This back and forth of maybe or maybe not was starting to annoy the older unicorn. What were the gods thinking way up there? She shook her head. Suddenly Zemora saw another familiar witch. It was Lilliana (if she remembered correctly). Zemora dipped her head to the pegasus mare.
"Hello Lilliana, it's nice to see you again. Gives a comfort to know so many faces." Zemora then turned to Aurora as she seemed to become more confident in the matter before them. The pastel pegasus nuzzled Zemora and the unicorn felt just as bolstered knowing she could bring some comfort to her.
"Yes I agree, Sicily. We shouldn't be rude. Especially as Hedgewitches. We do have a duty to know what the land is telling us. But I still hope this new god is one we can welcome with open hearts." Zemora had nothing to offer this entity. At least nothing she thought was worth it. Aurora had turned to her bag to look as well. Zemora smiled as she attempted to make a small joke. "With summer on it's way it may be helpful," Zemora winked at Aurora, chuckling softly.
"I wonder what they're here for as well, Lilliana." Zemora turned towards the fire and started to move towards it. "Well ladies, shall we then? It was about time something interesting happened." Zemora chuckled a little darkly and stepped into the heat of the fire.
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Post by Idiosyncrasea on Jul 12, 2018 16:17:40 GMT -6
Hearing the pegasus, Sicilly, introducing herself to another witch, Trixie decided to introduce herself to the other witches as well. “Um… I’m Trixie,” she said, dipping her head, too. But since she was feeling anxious, her voice came out rather faint, so she wasn’t sure who might’ve heard her and who might not have, and if anyone had heard her, she was too shy to repeat herself, out of fear of seeming like she was trying to draw more attention to herself.
She quietly listened to the others talking; it seemed that they were all agreeing that they should all offer something to this god. And as she listened, she periodically pawed the ground apprehensively, glancing uneasily around, quivering, heart and breathing still racing. She was still so nervous about the idea of drawing out this god, it seemed so risky… she still wasn’t fully convinced that it was worth the risk, and wondered if it was possible to stop the god from being drawn out. Perhaps by putting out the fire in some way… But it was a huge fire, and there were so many witches who wanted to summon the god… It seemed that she might be the only one who’d actually want to stop this from happening, and facing the wrath of so many fellow hedgwitches - and probably alienating many of them, or maybe even all of them - scared her almost as much as the idea of a potentially frightening god appearing. She supposed it was best to just offer something too, to avoid being rude to the god, or to the other witches.
She jumped slightly, snapping from her train of thought when she felt something touch her. She looked up and saw that it was the pegasus, who Trixie had heard being called Aurora; she had settled her wing over the young unicorn. Aurora’s words of reassurance brought a little smile to Trixie face. “Th-thank you…” She did her best to calm herself down, at least somewhat.
Trixie approached the fire, stopping nearby and staring at it for a moment. She already felt anxiety starting to bubble up again, but she tried not to let it get too strong again yet. She tried to focus on deciding what to offer. She remembered that she had some spare herbs in her bag, but they weren’t very common herbs… She briefly considered just trimming her mane and tail and toss the cut hair into the fire, as she heard Aurora considering… But she decided not to; the herbs would probably be a good offering, she could probably find more sooner or later, and she liked having long hair.
She took the herbs out of her bag and tossed them into the fire. “Okay… I did it!” she said, though again, her voice came rather faint, so, again, she wasn’t sure who might’ve heard and who might not have. Then backed away a little to watch and listen to the others, and to try to fight her still-regrowing anxiety. She was quickly starting to fail at this, slightly trembling and her heartbeat quickening, and having difficulty keeping her breathing slow and deep… She tried to be somewhat optimistic and tell herself that it was surely just as possible for this god to be more of a benevolent one, as much as it could be possible for the god to be more of a malevolent one…
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Post by moonlightwalk on Jul 14, 2018 15:09:56 GMT -6
Lilliana | Hedgewitch
Lilliana nodded back at Aurora, suited they wouldn't only be with strangers for this. Not that they minded meeting new horses. No, they quite enjoyed that even and said as much as well. "It's nice to see so many of us joining in."
They wondered if there always had been so many or if their numbers were growing with time's passage. “Wonderfull to make your acquintance,” they said, dipping their head to each.
Then Lilliana willed themselves to ignore Zemora’s remark and turned to the fire, considering it. If this was a new god, they wanted them to know they were loved and welcomed in this world. It would to be more grant than their regular offerings after all. What would make a good gift for newborn god though? Were they like equines, a baby? What did you give an infant god?
They thought about one thing that would be perfect, though a pang of regret for thinking of it already sprung up in their chest. It was dear, but they could ask another one. Perhaps. One day. If they ever returned home. Lilly bit their lip as they rumaged through their bags, pulling out a small chain with a blue heart attached to it. The sound of a bell chiming could be heard as they held it over the flame. It was a soothing bell, worn during pregnancy and passed on from mother to first born daughter. Lilliana had wanted to give it to their sister, but who knew when that day would come. They would make Amber a new one. Someone special like this god, would deserve something special as well. They dropped it with a bathed breath before stepping a step. “My offering to you. May you be loved and love us in return.”
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Post by FaunaFawn on Jul 16, 2018 12:27:23 GMT -6
The Fire
 As Trixie tossed the bag of herbs into the fire, the fire seemed to gulp it greedily. Flames licked it up, consuming it within a a blink of an eye, no ash fell from the offering. It seemed as if it was there and then it was not there at all. Stranger for a fire to leave no ash from something. As soon as it was consumed the fire seemed to sizzle and pop, acting oddly, before with great delight seemed to change its color all together! The fire now once brilliant and orange, now changed to a soothing green, like moss on the stone. The scent of the pine seemed to engulf the area, make fellow hedgewitches pause and delight int he scent that seemed so much like a home within the forest.
Yet it did not last for long as the same sizzling and pop was heard and soon the fire turned back to the brilliant orange it was before. Though the fire is a bit taller more pronounced then it was before. It seemed the fire has happily accepted the offering from Trixie. To which fellow headgewitches nodded with delight and praise.
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Post by Western-Witch on Jul 16, 2018 23:11:31 GMT -6
Zemora:Vagabond | Hedgewitch
With herbs and potions that comfort and heal, come together and turn the wheel. As Zemora bathed in the heat of the fire she heard the jittery hedgewitch say her name and filed it away to remember. You never forgot a fellow witch's name. The unicorn mare tossed in an offering. The leaves didn't stand a chance. They almost winked out of existence. Zemora watched peculiarly as the fire changed color and replaced its scent with that of a pine forest. She drank in the color and the scent feeling relaxed and at ease. There was something here Zemora liked.
As she continued to think of what she could possibly offer this god, Lilliana stepped up and offered a beautiful piece of craftsmanship. The blue heart tingled merrily, an oddly comforting sound amidst the roar of the fire and the group around them.
Zemora furrowed her brow. She was stumped. She could offer another potion. But was that really something respectful in this instance? She pawed the ground, almost wanting to jump in the fire and offer herself. The need to do so struck her as horrifying.
She stepped back. Took a glance behind her to see her kinsmen and took in their looks. Something powerful was here. Digging in her pack Zemora came across a bottle way at the bottom. It was a bottle of Foxfire. Inside was a mound of moist dirt with a little mushroom sitting on a rotting piece of wood. With the bottle in the bag it glowed brightly as the mushroom ate the wood. She had planned to use this in a potion, but apparently had forgotten about it.
Kicking herself for not using it she knew this would have to do for now.
"It seems like you gods are always taking my best stock." She scolded the massive fire and thought she heard a crackle as a response. "But please. Help me understand why you're here and who you are. What role are you playing?" She chucked the whole bottle in and waited with baited breath to see what reaction she would receive. This god was much more open, much more willing to share itself. Unlike Digend. But what if this was Digend? Zemora was growing weary of these shifts in the stars.
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Post by FaunaFawn on Jul 17, 2018 15:48:10 GMT -6
The Fire
The trinket in the fire, seemed to suddenly make the fire lower itself down. The sudden warmth it breathed out was like the sun, so gentle and soft. The fire had the colored of a nice hearth within a house. The cozy soft orange that made one want to relax by its warmth. The scent that filled the area? Well there was none, no smoke rose from the fire, instead it brought a sense of comfort? Or perhaps it was the trinket that had brought a sense of comfort to the fire instead. What once was loud and roaring fire, now seemed to relax into a gentle purr of the fire. While the trinket was tossed into the fire, the thud of the item was heard, yet none could see it within the fire, no liquid metals, but it was clear to all. The fire had accepted the gift. Hedgewitches nodded to Lilliana for the gift seemed to bring perhaps a sense of peace.
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Post by FaunaFawn on Jul 17, 2018 15:58:18 GMT -6
The Fire
So another one decides to offer something to fire, this time an offering from Zemora. The potion didn't even reach the fire, before the fire itself seemed to snatch it in mid air. Taking the potion into the hearth of the fire and ashes, it seemed to drink the potion with glee. Something other hedgewitches awe at. As the potion was drained into the pit of the fire, the bottle vanished and the fire shoot up high, sparks seemed to shoot out of its depth, yet if it hit someone it did not hurt, but merely vanished from sight. The fire swirled and swayed with the lack of wind that hovered around. Perhaps it was dancing? That was what one witch mentioned. The fire changed in shade of purple, deep and velvet, like a rich flower of the forest. Soon though the color vanished, the sparks faded, yet the fire continued to sway in a calming manner. It seems quite clear to all the potion was a grand offering to the fire. The fire had accepted the potion
Yet a small mare, with sooty streaks seemed to approach the fire curiously. Brow arching as she shook her head, clearly perplexed. "Odd each offering offers no ash to read?" she said allowed to no one. But those that know her, Sootling. The one that reads the future with ash.
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Post by FaunaFawn on Jul 17, 2018 16:26:34 GMT -6
Sootling A Prophecies of Ash After she made her valid claim, or so she easily assumed was something to take note. She spotted a few fellow hedgewitches glance and shrug it off. Well then, she thought with a bitter distaste. Eyes glanced around, wait a second wasn;t the stars out on this fine night? Yet the seemed to vanish as dark clouds seemed to begin to roll over them. With the dancing fire the sway made sense as a fine wind seemed to pick up.
"Well seems a storm is coming, told ya all it would." she remarked with a bit of a whiner voice. As if saying see I told you the ash does not lie! Yet of course not all were so eager for her fine work. Yes it was messy and kinda stunk, but it did its job just fine! Sootling pouted a little bit as others looked and brushed it off as well. Weather was a fickle thing and it seemed Sootling was not getting anything from half of the hedgewitches. "Ughh..." the small mare groaned, soot still coating bits of her. What did she have to do to prove herself here among other witches?
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Post by Disastercorn on Jul 18, 2018 19:34:34 GMT -6
A U R O R A
The small mare looked towards her fellow witches. This gathering wasn't looking as scary as before and the fire seemed to be building up a mind of their own. As the others stepped forward and offered up items of their own, Aurora paused in her searching of the bag to witness the fire react. When she saw it nearly snatch the bottle from the air, Aurora swallowed hard. So it liked potions and magic...
With a small breath she pulled some old scrolls from her bag. Ones she had known for years and memorized by heart but that could be useful for any new witch. Frowning more but knowing it was the right thing, Aurora slowly stood and approached the flame, her teke extending it as far as they could. Once the scrolls where taken she quickly stepped back and bowed her head. She had no words to say but knew she would love this one like the others.
Settling along side her Witches, Aurora watched the flames, eyes flickering to a mare covered in Soot. "Darling...? What do you mean?" She felt suddenly concerned.
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Post by FaunaFawn on Jul 19, 2018 17:32:09 GMT -6
The Fire
More seemed to be offering to the fire, and is it swayed with delight, Aurora had stepped up and offered it a scroll. As soon as she tossed it, it snatched it up with ease, yet it did not burn it was it seemed to unroll it and let it become completely undone within its flames, the paper dancing and swirling around in the before it suddenly was taken into the flames, a spark and it was on fire and the scroll no longer there. As it consumed the scroll, the scent of old worn books filled the area. A large wind gushed around the witches spreading the scent to all around. As the fire blazed on, the warmth felt so wonderful so cozy. The Fire seemed to sway slowly, yet a storm seemed to be looming over them now. Dark clouds filled the night sky blocking out the stars, as a wind that once seemed to come from the fire, now seemed to be controlled by the storm. It swept through the witches, the scent of old books vanishing with it. Still the fire was a sight to see, something to be behold, it grew more in its stature as if trying to block the witches from the storm, come hither, take warmth in my splendor. The offering had been accepted by the fire, and witches agreed as well. Murmuring their congrats to those that had offered it something,
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Post by FaunaFawn on Jul 19, 2018 17:39:51 GMT -6
SicillyA Hedgewitch To say she was thankful they were moving forwards was an understatement to say the least. While if her friends did not want to venture further, well it would be such a shame to say her goodbyes and get closer. How could she say no to the fire that seemed to call to each them, asking them to offer something? Was it not in their duty to heed the call?
Sicilly shook her head lightly as they all made it closer to the fire and she frowned slightly as she spotted a mare, and prayed they kept their distance. A loon. Sicilly watched as her friends and new companions offered up something worthy of value, well at least to the fire. Eyes carefully watched each offering and reaction and nothing seemed to deem as threatening to her. Perhaps for once it would be something good, gods know they all wanted it. As more offered, Sicilly inwardly groaned as the mare Sootling spoke, Sicilly sighed and when Aurora spoke to her, a deep sigh escaped her lips. "Don't humor her Aurora." she whispered out to the mare.
While Sicilly didnt make friends with others, she did avoid those that came off to strong, and well Sootling was that, well at least in her eyes. Sicilly was hard company to keep, as she much preferred solace in her own company
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Post by Western-Witch on Jul 19, 2018 23:05:47 GMT -6
Zemora:Vagabond | Hedgewitch
With herbs and potions that comfort and heal, come together and turn the wheel. The reactions from the fire turned Zemora's heart. She felt young, she felt jubilant in the prospect of something that did not wish them harm. She could feel a companionship from the fire and could feel the ease it brought the many other witches around her. Her worn self was skeptical. She knew this could all just be a piper playing his flute.
And is if on cue, above the world rebelled against the warmth. Storm clouds gathered fiercely overhead. But Zemora dismissed them fervently, hoping rain would not stop this spectacular display. The fire took Lilliana's gift with the caress of a mother's touch. Zemora sighed remembering times when she was just a foal at her own mother's side.
And as Zemora threw in her own offering the fire became alive. At first Zemora had stepped back frightened. But soon she was moving with it, watching as it twisted and turned and expressed what only could be described as joy. Zemora didn't smile often but she did now. She had took a chance offering the potion. It would have gotten her a pretty penny. She felt accepted knowing the fire had seen her offering as worth something. She even felt a little proud in her abilities as a potion maker.
As the fire's colors changed back from a rich purple to the warm orange an odd, eccentric looking mare stumbled into their group. Zemora turned to her. Aurora was just as confused by the dirty mare as Zemora was. "And what use is ash to you? What would it say?" Zemora questioned the witch.
Aurora's offering had brought the scent of old books. And Zemora had found that to be another comforting aspect of this new god. It seemed to only offer comfort. But above the sky grew restless. It tore aways their good will and intent and tried to derail the witch's gathering. Zemora had a funny feeling this was the work of another god they had stumbled on, but she wouldn't say anything until she was absolutely sure.
Zemora turned to the sooty mare as she made a very indignant remark. "You knew? Do you also know if this is just the daily weather or someone else's doing?" She caught Sicilly's remark towards Aurora and Zemora furrowed her brow. She wasn't sure on the bat winged pegasus in the beginning, but now Zemora was starting to understand her. And she didn't like it.
If anything Zemora was understanding. She listened to those around her and took nothing at face value or doubted anyone's concerns until proven otherwise. She didn't know this dirty, peculiar mare, but from what she had seen already anyone could surprise her.
"Hello my dear. My name is Zemora. I've noticed the lack of ash myself. Which makes me feel like this is no ordinary fire. Do you know any more than the rest of us?" Zemora paused. "Also you've got a bit of something on your cheek. Here." Zemora took a handkerchief from her saddlebags and wiped as much ash as she could off the mare's cheek.
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Post by Dream-Lark on Jul 21, 2018 18:22:51 GMT -6
Sinarin shivered as the storm seemed to sweep in more strongly, a harsh wind blowing briefly, and all light gone from the sky above. It didn't seem quite natural to him, didn't seem to carry the scent of rain or electricity that usually heralded a good blow like this one. Or hopefully he was just wasn't smelling it, due to the concentration of equines in the area and traces of alcohol in his system. He had completely missed the moment when the fire had scented the air with the smell of books.
Silver gaze scanned everyone he passed, searching for one particularly light and colorful hide, giving a whoop of joy when he spotted Aurora, among a group of other mares. "Well look at this flock of doves I've spotted!" the thief called as he sauntered up, gaze missing nothing, as he watched a unicorn hand an extremely sooty horse a bit of cloth to wipe up with. "And if it isn't the only Light still shining in the Night," he added, casting a wink at Aurora, after a quick check to make sure she was still sound of body and nothing was amiss with her.
"There's rumors about the Wordsmith Gathering about magic. Did you doves conjure up this wicked looking storm?" Sin inquired, innocently enough as he stopped beside the pastel colored pegasus, protectively close.
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Post by Jennycallie on Jul 21, 2018 19:24:11 GMT -6
Florian
Vagabond Outcast
Between one ungainly head-swing and the next, Shiann had suddenly darted from Florian’s side like a bird through the trees. Florian froze for one comical moment, a rose-gold hoof held a breath from the ground, nostrils flared. Was Shiann gone? Were they… alone, again? Doubt and fear curled insidiously in the kirin’s chest, so much worse than the painful bite of cold air. And then they saw her, talking earnestly to another horse. And then- another? Even as the tension eased out of Florian’s body, the kirin was snorting to themself. “She says she doesn’t know everyone here and now look at her, greeting half the crowd like old friends-” well, perhaps she didn’t want to shock anyone with an introduction to them, Florian reasoned fairly.
Content that Shiann had not abandoned them, Florian turned their attention back to the crowd as they drifted haphazardly through it, not totally aware of the way others made room for their larger frame (or occasionally, ducked their antlers). So much noise, so many people, so many things for sale! Or trade? Perhaps both. Shiann had said to watch out for thieves, but what did Florian have to steal? They eyed some brightly dyed cloths, eyes bright. Perhaps after this event they would have some items to steal. There was a thought!
Florian started to head towards Shiann’s group with more purpose, intending to ask his companion what she thought they might be able to trade for some sort of cloak, anything to keep the cold at bay. Something caught the kirin’s eye, however, and they turned curiously, head lifting to the sky. A dark cloud was boiling over the nearest hill, stark in contrast to the otherwise tranquil evening.
“Magic?” Florian murmured, in response to words threading through the crowd. “What’s working?” Curious, the kirin set off up the hill, long strides covering the distance easily. Florian wasn’t entirely sure what passed for “magic” in this world (and nor were they sure what had passed for magic in their old world, whatever that had been) but it sounded interesting and the crowd agreed.
Oh, that was quite a nice fire, was Florian’s first thought as they topped the rise. Even surrounded by trees and many- so many!- other equines, the fire blazed bright and strong, drawing Florian’s attention instantly and completely. They remembered so little from what… from whatever they had been, but they remembered this, remembered fire. Ignacio. The name was itself a fire, blazing bright and strong in Florian’s veins and filling them with strength.
With the tunnel-vision of the truly captivated, Florian drifted closer to the fire and looked neither left nor right until they reached the front ranks, unaware of the way the firelight was reflected from their nocturnal eyes. Utterly unmindful of the (probably scandalized and indignant) hedge witches, Florian leaned closer still, inhaling the aroma of the flames and digging the tip of one rose-gold hoof into the glowing embers. The flames shivered and danced, and occasionally engulfed the rim of Florian’s flared nostrils.
“This fire smells… odd,” Florian said abruptly, looking around at the others for the first time. “Doesn’t it?” They blinked at the hedge witches, then plunged their entire head into the firewall, as one does when faced with the unknown. “Fascinating!” the kirin said, though the words were somewhat garbled, coming as they were from, you know, within a fire.
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Post by moonlightwalk on Jul 22, 2018 11:41:08 GMT -6
Lilliana | Hedgewitch
Lilliana watched in amazement as the fire did its thing, reacting to whatever was being offered. A giddy feeling filled their stomach, making them quiver in excitement. Was the new god responding? Would the god visit them or show them a sign?
They were distracted when the sooty mare spoke, the one of ashes. Lilliana made a small ‘aha’ sounds, inspecting the ground. They hadn’t noticed an absence. “Indeed, there’s none. Perhaps the god is taking them?”
They eyed the fire curiously, but got distracted again as Soothling spoke. A storm? Indeed there was. “Will the fire be okay?” They were concerned for their ritual, worrying rain might douse the fire prematurily.
More distraction came in the form of more horses. Lilliana greeted them, shaking their head at the question of wheter they had caused this storm. “No, why would we do such thing? There has been no drought.” They looked a little miffed at the suggestion. That and they weren’t sure if they were entirely comfortable to be referred to as ‘dove’.
One of the newcomers -oh, they were kirin. Marvelous- stuck their head in the fire and they let out a small exclamation of fear at the thought of the other getting hurt. It seemed Ignacio had them well protected however and the fire didn’t seem to shrivel up any skin. Still the fire was for offerings, not for sniffing. Lilliana touched the kirin’s side with their teke, quickly and softly. “Please,” they said, gulping, “you are disturbing our sacrificial fire. Make an offering if you’d like, but otherwise don’t disgrace it. We want them to feel welcome.”
They looked at their fellow hedgewitches in distress, hoping they would help to politely remove the newcomer from the fire.
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Post by Disastercorn on Jul 23, 2018 16:46:24 GMT -6
A U R O R A
The smell of books was so welcomed, head rose and eyes closed, enjoying it as long as she could. The fire almost seemed to stroke them all with a soft touch and the warmth it gave was so different from the edges of the fires reach. A wind, different from the one the fire put off scored through her, wings rustling and lifting. Eyes opened again, seeing the dark cloud slowly move over head.
Sicily was always an interesting creature and Aurora merely sent her a soft wink to her dismissive comment. The bat winged mare knew by now that Aurora spoke to everyone, regardless of mental state. "Come now darling, surely words can be given for free." Her tail flicked and brushed softly over the brown mares legs.
"I think our gathering might be destroyed soon, loves." Aurora spoke, a new voice hitting the air and her head rose with wide eyes and a soft bashful smile. Head pressed hard into Sin's side, so grateful to have him close. "Oh darling... I wish I was powerful enough for this. No, no, we just arrived here like this, but I'm worried about the clouds above." She gestured up with her head and subconsciously pressed even closer to the male. His presence was so soothing and while he wasn't the most tactful in his speech, Aurora would lay her life at his hooves any day.
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Post by Idiosyncrasea on Jul 23, 2018 21:09:24 GMT -6
Hearing the soot-covered mare wonder aloud about the fire producing no ashes, Trixie silently started wondering about this too, and wondered if any of the other witches might have an idea of why this might be so, though she already did wonder if it might be because the god was accepting the offerings.
But then, when the sooty mare pointed out that a storm was coming, and Trixie noticed this was so, the young unicorn’s mind started to wander, distracting her from listening closely. At first she thought it might be just an ordinary storm, and almost wondered if it might be best if the fire was put out, if this might stop the god from being drawn out… since she still worried about the god being more of a malevolent one…
And then she started getting anxious over the idea that maybe this storm could be caused by the god being summoned, and since the storm was so dark and menacing-looking, maybe this was a sign that this god really would be more of a malevolent one. She started quivering hard again, growing panicky again, and more so as more thoughts popped up to swirl around her mind in a tangled mess. After a few minutes of paranoid thoughts, she tried to somewhat switch her focus back to listening to the other witches, though she was still panicking, and having difficulty fully focusing.
She also did some looking around, as she’d been just staring back and forth between the storm clouds and the fire while lost in thought… and she noticed that now, either more witches were arriving late, or some non-witches from the Wordsmith Gathering had wandered over here. She noticed the stallion now standing next to Aurora (since Trixie was still partially preoccupied, this stallion calling the group of witches “doves” flew over the young unicorn's head)… and a kirin; Trixie rarely saw Kirin, but was too worried to think much of this fact right now. For awhile she continued to just listen to those around her converse, then she spoke up again.
“Um… If it does start raining, w-well… I don’t know if anyone would be able to save the fire from being put out or not… But... er… I wonder if this storm’s just normal, or… m-maybe some kind of sign that the god being summoned is coming… Or if any other witches caused it, for whatever reason... or even another god…” Then she was silent for a few moments, before adding: “Uhh… m-maybe safest to get further from the fire, now... in case that god bursts out of the fire, or something like that, ehehe…” Continuing to tremble, she briskly trotted off several feet away, though she kept listening to the others with her long ears.
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Post by Western-Witch on Jul 24, 2018 11:38:48 GMT -6
Zemora:Vagabond | Hedgewitch
With herbs and potions that comfort and heal, come together and turn the wheel. Zemora turned her head rather abruptly at the obnoxious paint stallion who appeared out of nowhere. He came in with a swagger that made Zemora want to sock him upside the head. Rolling her eyes she ignored him as he approached Aurora with familiarity. If Aurora knew him then Zemora knew she couldn't ram him with her horns.
The unicorn's tail flicked at the end as another creature entered the ring of hedgewitches. Zemora almost thought it was him. But after that night in the fake inn his green antlers never graced her sight again. Instead this one had pale rose gold antlers. Sighing, she watched as the Kirin moved up close to the fire.
If only she had had a chance to speak with him. There were too many lost loves in her life.
Suddenly though the Kirin mentioned the odd smell of the fire then plunged their head into its flames. Zemora knew of Kirin's and who their creator was but she knew little of what could happen if one decided to stick their head in a fire. Before anyone knew it the unicorn had bolted up next to the Kirin. She could feel Cascade's blessing welling up inside her in response. "My dear are you-" But there would be no need for her blessing. The Kirin seemed fine. If anything intrigued by whatever was in the fire. "Do you see anything in there?" Zemora asked, desperate to get answers before the storm wiped it all away.
Behind her Zemora heard Lillana's complaint. But Zemora knew if this god accepted potions and old scrolls and trinkets, then it would revel in the offering of a living being thought to have been extinct.
"Kirin. You may have just offered yourself." Zemora spoke up around the blaze of the fire, noticing that its flames were oddly focused on the Kirin. Zemora looked up and noticed the storm building even more. What if this was a trap? What if the fire was only placed here to lull the senses. Zemora was just as much on edge as the rest of the group.
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Post by foalish on Jul 25, 2018 17:40:19 GMT -6
Cecilia: C E C I L I A
❅ Vagabond | Outsider ❅
Cecilia trotted up with a quick pace, but she slowed down a lot more when she got closer to the gathering. She stared at the scene, taking sudden heavy breaths. The other Kirin she’d spied from afar had gotten there much sooner than her, and they seemed to be talking about it. There was a lot of idle chatter, but the mention of the Kirin sacrificing themself made her stop. At least for a second. Then she couldn’t help herself from almost running up to stand by the much larger horse, of her own species. She frowned at the scene, leaning in a lot closer to the fire to get a better look. Normally fire never her feel anything but at home. She often just sat in it. But something about this fire, combined with their words, made her quickly pull back second later.
Cecilia took a step back, a frown sitting heavily on her face. She didn’t pay attention to where Abel was anymore, instead she was a lot more concerned about these horses, this magic, and this weird fire. She wasn’t the most fond of hedgewitches, but this situation felt more than off putting.
Her gaze turned back towards the other Kirin for a second, widened at getting a better look at them; she didn’t get too close, but enough to see them in full detail. They certainly looked a lot more regal and pretty than the other species around here. All of them else were all…whatever. Boring.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 26, 2018 11:46:40 GMT -6
Falk - Vagabond - Peddler
Most storms take a long time to gather, simply because they’ve got all the time in the world. You feel it coming. The gentle pressure of it on your chest, a lingering sticky warmth that’s stuck under the forming clouds. Wind eventually picking up. But this storm forms into dark billows of clouds and smoke with frightening speed and intensity, the colour a deep purple that’s dark enough to be a stark silhouette against the sky stretching above. Falk has met a Warforged weather witch exactly once, an odd little thing, and though he was spun elaborate tales of their prowess he doesn’t think they could’ve seen this coming. He can hear it churn above him, a terrible and living thing. His step is quick to join with the rest, his saddlebags heavy on bony frame. The entire thing strikes him as odd. He’d have shrugged it off it it wasn’t for the witches. That’s too much of a coincidence. There’s no smell of coming rain, no impending pressure of something to come. Something is off. Call it a sixth sense that he’s carefully groomed over the years.
Speaking of. There’s so many witches. He had heard the quick rumors that passed from ears to lips to the bottles but he’d been completely off on the sheer scale of it. He’d thought ten witches would be generous and twenty would’ve been a party, but there’s got to be a hundred, if not more- seemingly from all walks of life, all ages. He doesn’t think his witch is amongst them. It’s an impressive sight and though rarely nervous in a crowd he vaguely wonders if he’s imposing on something, but they pay him no mind. They are focused on the fire before them, throwing in offering with hoots and quick pace. Welcome or not, he is no intruder, and that’s about all the permission he needs. It’s easy for him to blend in. When a witch casts him a look, he smiles, she flashes her teeth in return, one nods her head and he mirrors the movement, and without effort he makes it as close to the fire as he’d like to take a better look at this so-called magic. Divine magic, he will speak for at any day. But mortal magic?
Though he stands at fair distance, the fire’s heat is marvelous. It creeps into his bones, warms him from within. He’s standing a couple of yards removed to the paint stallion from before, now accompanied by the flower that he’d so cheerfully mentioned before his departure. There’s a kirin dancing into the flames and Falk raises his brows, startling a surprised laugh from him, certainly at seeing the witches disapproval. One witch, with a sprawling crown of horns, speaks of the kirin's sacrifice and he’s quite certain she’s joking.
“Offering, huh?” He gives Sinarin a look. “Do you think it would accept a drink?” he snorts, nodding his head towards the sky, “It looks like it needs it.”
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Post by FaunaFawn on Jul 26, 2018 15:03:09 GMT -6
SootlingA Prophecies of Ash The mare snorted a bit the ash on her bouncing off a bit. "What I mean, is I read this in the ash, what was to come a storm with no rain, a fire with no ash. I saw it in my own fires I make." she nodded with affirmation. Another began to speak to her and she nodded with earnesty. "I'm always covered in ash, part of the job. Though Im Sootling a prophecy of ash. A long trade with my family, reading futures in the ash of whats to come." she remarked. "I don't know much, but I know the fire is eager for offerings, we are indeed helping it." she nodded until, she watched a Kirin just waltz into the fire.
"If you are not here to help, then scat!" she hissed a bit. "Only offerings in the fire and its clear if the fire hasn't taken you now, it does not want you." she huffed making sure the Kirin was no longer apart of the fire. Honestly how could one be so dense to waltz into a fire, she didnt care if it was a kirin or the dargon itself. The fire was not to be wrecked!
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Post by FaunaFawn on Jul 26, 2018 15:13:10 GMT -6
SicillyA Hedgewitch Oh they all decided to humor the nitwit of the ash. Gods bless them all,she rolled her eyes stepping a bit away from the group. She would not stand to listening to the manic preach about the ashes and whatever else that dirty mare thought. Eyes scanned to the new comers, at least they would be entertaining to say the least. Yet the fire held her gaze for a moment, and gave a sudden spark to her eyes.
"Well I must say we have helped the fire a bit, many had offered something, the fire has accepted them all with glee." she remarked looking to her fellow witches. "As for whats going on." she remarked as someone had asked. "We are mainly offering to the fire, we sense a new god, the offerings we give are here to help lure and coax them out." she replied with her usual stone cold ways. Not like she meant to look angered or mean, but just perhaps un-amused by everything.
"Though I have yet to give an offering myself." she spoke with a sigh, a bit dramatic for her taste. "Such a shame I am here empty handed." Someone mentioned of giving the fire a drink. "I think we all could use one, well more then others after this." she remarked.
With wings unfolded she moved towards Sootling. "Such a shame, I never liked you." she remarked suddenly shoving the soot covered mare into the fire. "I hope the fire likes you." she spoke with ease, caring little to nothing as Sootling fell into the fire. "Perhaps the ash should have warned you of this."
As Sootling fell into the fire, the flames licked at her body while it seemed like the mare was screaming no noise could be heard. Her body twirled into the fire, and suddenly the mare was gone, in a blink of an eye. With that the fire rushed upwards. It changed in hues, the fire a deep and dark red like that of blood. The scent of something almost to sweet filled the air, before it too vanished in a blink of an eye. The fire returned to a normal size and it seemed Sicilly's offering was accepted. Screams of headgewitches filled the air as the sotmr began to rage, no rain fell, but the winds howled and roared. Yet the fire seemed to be unswayed by such things. Standing firm where it was.
Sicilly scanned the crowd. "So who's next to offer something?"
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