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Post by GingerBlues on Aug 3, 2018 15:17:08 GMT -6
Miguel
Vagabond l Ranger
(ID: Hawk 088)
“Grief is in two parts. The first is loss.
The second is the remaking of life.”
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Pip made a sound similar to wind chimes being dashed against a rock wall as Ming fell to the ground, flitting back to Miguel hurriedly to hide within the safety of the hippocampus's saddlebags. Meanwhile, Miguel watched in abject horror as the spotted mare angrily threw up a barrier around her friend who was proclaimed to be an Aodhian moments before. He saw the dagger appear from the foliage, but try as he might, Miguel just wasn't quick enough to stop it from embedding itself in the little mare's shoulder. Gritting his teeth, he whipped around to face the leader of the bandits as her captive broke free in an attempt to rush to their fallen companion's side, sobbing as they fell short as the bandit leader threw herself on top of the child once more. This was beyond ridiculous, and Miguel was just about done with these shenanigans. Stepping in front of the remaining duo to protect them from any further attack by the bandits, he reached out with his blessing. Taking hold of the water around him, he watched warily as two of the bandits moved closer to grab the goods the party had dropped. "Holy Shit Dinah, is that the Goddamn King?"
The exclamation startled Miguel. Did they know? How could they? None of them seemed to be Aquorian, but he couldn't be entirely sure on that. His blood seemed to turn to ice in his veins as he stood there for what seemed like an eternity, contemplating all his options. Protecting the trio was his first priority, but protecting his identity followed closely behind. They needed to get out of there. Now. Even if it meant cutting their losses. As if reflecting the the state of Miguel's inner turmoil, the falling water began to rush towards the group as it hit the ground, quickly flooding the forested area. Struggling for control of the waters, Miguel managed to direct them around the party, leaving them an opening for their escape. Whether or not they'd be able to take advantage of it with one injured and two unable to keep their heads on straight was yet to be seen, but Miguel had to try. He could only hope the flood was powerful enough to catch the bandits off balance and slow them down. "We need to go now!" He shouted, his gaze shifting to Garnet as he moved towards the mares in an attempt to get the spotted unicorn to her feet again. If she could manage it, her barriers could be an invaluable asset in aiding their escape.
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Post by Kytte on Aug 5, 2018 17:04:55 GMT -6
 Sigrunn; Ranger | Garnet 054
I will bear the unbearable, terrible triteness of being“O-Oh-Ho. This one is Aodhian.” The large horned brute uttered with mirth. Garnets gaze tensed towards the brigands and she once again let her teke drift over her quiver of arrows and lightly gripping her stowed bow – anticipating a potential scuffle. Sigrunn glanced to Nysa, her wolf pacing near the young charges. When this was over, Sigrunn and Hawk sorely needed a drink at an outpost. The situation seemed to be slowly pacifying and the trigger-happy vagabonds had what they wanted, but before Sigrunn had time to act, a silver glint short through the bushes and struck the spotted one right in the shoulder. Sigrunn snarled “Pull your brutes in line” she thought to herself and wondered just how disorganised these highwaymen were.
The small boy screamed and struggled at the sight of their friend being struck. The dagger drew a red line across his throat – although not enough to prove fatal. The darker one who was calling the shots tried to salvage the situation, ordering the others to collect the gear and leave a med kit. “Oh good. Mercy from thieves thank goodness.” Sigrunn thought to herself. Immediately, Sigrunn picked up the medkit, ready to treat Ming when suddenly, the bull-like one astonishingly remarked; “Holy shit Dinah, is that the Goddamn King?”
A cold shiver shot down her spine and she looked around and then to Hawke who seemed far more shaken by the accusation. Sigrunn was no longer sure to who they were referring to, Ichiro or Hawk? Suddenly, around the group water rushed thick and fast towards them, creeping from the forests. Was this Hawks doing? Sigrunn looked to her partner who was trying his best to control the waters around them. Once he gained composure, he spoke again to the group, ordering everyone it was time to go. Sigrunn nodded in agreement and spoke
“Ming, I have the medkit. You will be fine. We will patch you up but we all need to move. Now.” Her crimson teke grabbed her bow and knocked an arrow once more, defensively, ready to loose it at any moment. She looked to Ichiro and the other and barked “Now!”. Nysa the wolf seemed to be ready to run or lunge at any threat if they got too close.
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Post by FaunaFawn on Aug 5, 2018 19:46:08 GMT -6
Ming The Help From Breim? As soon as she hit the ground, head instantly turned to Ichiro as he screamed out her true born name. Panic was rising in her chest, she could feel her heart beating rapidly. "Ichiro!" she cried out towards him, longing for him to be near, to know it was going to be alright. She had not felt such pain since the days she was branded by force. She refused to say his true name, even though all she wanted to do was call him by name, to stop all this pretending. To go back home, she wanted them all to go back home... Somewhere safe...
Tears fell freely as she watched the scene unfold and Dinah hold onto him to tightly, the hood slipping from his face. Her world was slowly becoming into one, as Breim and Aodh merged, real and false life blended disastrously together. Ming grabbed the dagger that was once embedded in her and she felt some strength return to her. The fierce desire to protect her King, to protect her best friend, the one true thing that had always remained in her life. Eyes narrowed as she felt the water and glanced to see it looked as if it was one of the Ranger controlling it. Ming blinked away her tears as she watched the Rangers seem eager to get moving, to be done with this. Ming felt the same, but still Dinah held Ichiro down and Ming could not allow him to have anymore harm.
"Let him go!" she hissed out through gritted teeth. They had enough, had they not enough? Ming snorted, she would not be harmed again. No harm would become of Ichiro, gods be damned all of them. A flash of pink and Ming was completely covered with her own force field and snorted as she focused more and allowed it to spread to those close enough to her. No more pain, they would not be hurt here. Her blessing maxed out Ming was a force to be reckoned with. The goal, the single mission so deeply embedded in her mind, a part of her genetics. Protect the King, even if it meant the death of her. For she was just a slave, and he so much more then she was.
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Post by Jennycallie on Aug 10, 2018 16:13:22 GMT -6
 Dinah
Paladin
Dinah’s eyes jerked briefly to Damianus as he shouted in surprise. Isador? Of course it wasn’t Isador- Dinah imagined the pompous fliptail would throw himself off of a cliff before he’d be reduced to traveling backwater Onean roads with such a meager and lowbrow crew. But then reason caught up with her, and the Paladin glanced down again at her tear-stained, sniveling captive, his golden locks and cream-coloured hair visible even in the gloom. She went very still as her blood ran cold.
How many times had she planned, schemed, talked, dreamed about having the Aodhian monarch in her control? How many Vindicator and slave lives wasted with each failure, each day the King continued his destructive march through history? And now here he was, dropped suddenly into her life like a sack of grain.
Of course the only King I manage to find is a dead one, Dinah thought bitterly, viciously. The fool even looked like a ghost, pale and wan in the fog as he stared up at her through haunted eyes. Dinah’s lip curled as they locked gazes. He hadn’t been King when she’d been a slave, hadn’t watched her fight for the entertainment and profit of her owners, hadn’t assessed the monetary value of her daughter. But he had dozens, hundreds of equines like her. How much blood stains those hooves? Dinah asked him, not aloud, but with her blazing eyes. More than stained hers. And the blood of slave-owners and enablers left no stains, anyways. Every Vindicator knew that.
A sudden flare of tension more than any movement made Dinah’s gaze slide away. One of the guards was erecting a water barrier, which could be weaponized at any moment. He had been calmer before, too, and Dinah didn’t get the feeling his anxiety was so much for her captive. Didn’t matter. The wounded mare was wielding her blessing as well, a forcefield that shimmered with strength.
Could Dinah risk acting on this opportunity that the Vindicators were not prepared for? Could she risk not acting? She felt as if she stood teetering on the edge of something, and no matter how she acted, lives would be vastly changed. Just because this dead King was no friend of the current one, that sure didn’t make him a friend to the Vindicators and every other soul touched by the corruption of his herd.
“Not a Noble,” Dinah said brusquely to Ming. It wasn’t a question. “Not a Chevalier, either. Slave, then?” Dinah eyed the small mare through the wavering haze of her forcefield, trying to read her. “So ready to die for him? There are better deaths.” Her eyes wandered back down, locked again with Ichiro’s. Amadeus. “And worse ones,” she added coldly, letting him see the loss of her parents, her freedom, her daughter in her gaze. Lips scarred from years of bits peeled away from bared teeth.
“Your life isn’t worth more than hers,” Dinah said softly, venomously. “Yet look how she spends the currency of her life. Look!” Dinah dug in a hoof and twisted the dead King’s hood, so that his face turned, so that he could see the bleeding, minuscule Ming (Frannie?) face off against the Vindicators, desperate, terrified, brave. “You think you own her, and she loves you for it. You did this to her. You broke her.”
“We won’t harm you further,” Dinah said, looking back at Ming and the others. Her words were cool, detached again. “You can keep half the supplies. You can come with us too, if you wish.” Dinah didn’t think she would; she loved her owner too much. Shackles on the heart were so much more binding than those of the flesh. Dinah’s lip curled, again. They needed to move. She looked at Amadeus. He was so young. So corrupt. Dinah leaned in.
“So what is your life worth?”
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Post by Rhaenera on Aug 10, 2018 23:18:27 GMT -6
 Damianus;Vindicator Soldier
I could set this world on fire and call it rain.The few minutes after the words left his mouth were silent, so silent it was uncomfortable. It sank into his chest the more he thought about it in those few minutes, he probably shouldn't have spouted it out like that. He was right of course, unfortunately so. It felt like an eternity waiting for Dinah to do something, to take action on this opportunity given to them by the Gods themselves. The King is right there. The King they tried to kill so many times. The King Dinah nearly got herself Captured by Aodh for. Do Something.
"We need to go now!" The Trees trembled, Water rushed in from the sides. A blessing. A Powerful Blessing. Cascade? He hadn't seen a Cascade blessing Besides Gallows' fangs.
"Let him go!" The same flash of Pink from earlier illuminated their surroundings. The force field Taking over who it could reach without enveloping any of the vindicators in its protection.
There was no way they'd wash out the group with one of their own still in the line of fire, the Little spotted mare and her Steel will to protect them wouldn't do that, would she? He had no idea, flinching and waiting for the Giant wave of water to overcome them- Jimmu, Verun, Dinah, and the Boy King Alike. He shifted his bow around ready to sink the Arrow into the first horse he even *thought* was controlling the water around them, but they didn't. They remained still a wall around them, with a single exit.
Damnnit Ignacio. How were they supposed to do Ignacio's bidding when he seemed to be doing nothing to Aid them, A Blessing would be nice at the least. He looked to Dinah and the boy king she kept pinned against the ground. They still had the advantage, the guards wouldn't kill the most important body of their escorted. However, he did notice the Hippocampus seemed well prepared to leave them behind. That'd be great for them, Honestly. Make heir Job so much easier. Dinah wouldn't pass this up, it was so easy, so close they could reach out and simply take it.
“Not a Noble,” Damianus rose his brow when she spoke in the direction of the one now known as Frannie, “Not a Chevalier, either. Slave, then?” And then his heart sank. A slave. They struck A slave. Irritation swelled in his chest until he was Seething. She had nearly died for these Slavers had Verun aimed a little truer. She was still ready to die for them, and they did Nothing to stop it. Dinah's scathing tone further fueled him. These Aodhian all thought the same.
His eyes fell on the line of blood that stained the pristine coat crimson, a pang of doubt writhed through him. He had nearly hung himself on that blade when the Slave dropped, if Dinah hadn't moved her kniife he would have. He wondered, his eyes squinting as he stared. How much did he care for this Slave? The boy king was considered dead by the world yet here he was on the backroads of Onea with his Slave. She wasn't just sold, he went into hiding with her at his side. He had heard of Loving masters when he was a child, the thought disgusted him. How could you claim to love someone you Owned like a Jar, or a Chair. The King out of all horses loved his slave, He could have changed it for all of them; But he didn't.
He sat on the Podium and watched them fight.
Damianus' eyes burned with rage at the supposedly dead King. He was ready. “We won’t harm you further,” Dinah's voice rang through his head in shock, dumbfounded. What? We're letting them Go? What was wrong with Her. What was she Doing? He wanted him. He wanted the King. He wanted to return him to Aodh and show them their precious child Lived, and Crush them. He wanted Aodh to think- to know it was The Vindicators that ended their Ancient Royal Line. But Dinah wanted to Let him Go, and His Slave with him? This wasn't what the Vindicators did, they didn't let opportunity slip through their Hooves, Not to him at least.
But he had no Choice. Despite disagreeing he respected Dinah, Her orders were still Final. With a Snort he begrudgingly began to return the Rations of food from the collection of goods they had been so kind to hand over earlier. They'd keep the Jewelry and Valuables. After all the Food would do the travelers much more good for their situation, The Vindicators could get well enough for the price tag of Aodhian Jewelry. Besides, The slave would be the first to starve if they ran low on rations, He knew that and he would not willingly enable it.
"Dinah" His tone wasn't threatening, it was Solid yet Questioning. He stared at her but she didn't need to see it to know he was Pointing out, explaining the Opportunity in front of them with a Single Word. He was Sure she was aware of it, making a Choice she figured was the best one, he just wanted her to Rethink it. What he failed to notice was the fact Dinah had no plan to let the King go; he wasn't always the Brightest. Damianus wouldn't need a response, only an Action. He would follow.
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Post by SagaWolf on Aug 11, 2018 7:43:38 GMT -6
AkahanaThe Help, Servant (Healer)
soft little aching heart
  
Oh Gods no, this was all running out of control. Her ruse hadn't worked, these bandits weren't interested in hostages, just their valuables and food. Akahana had acted too soon and without thinking and now Ming (no Ichiro don't say it...), now Frannie was hurt and Amadeus recognized.
It could all end right here. Akahana saw glimpses of the raw anger and hatred flash across the faces of these brutes and she felt her heart sink. Underneath her clothing Chedva began to move, her coils slithering across Akahana's skin, upsetting the green fabrics. "No Chedva, stay, " Akahana whispered but there was no strength in her words and the python was far more interested in keeping her equine friend safe.
With a warning hiss, the lavender albino snake stuck it's head out from the shield of fabric, lifting itself high while unseen coils held tightly onto Akahana, a rolling motion which usually calmed the unicorn. But in revealing herself and lifting up into the air, Chedva's body also pulled Akahana's cloak up, exposing her own brand to the chilling air. Under normal circumstances, she would cover up immediately, but her attention, her worries and fears were split between Amadeus and Frannie.
Chedva hissed continuously as Frannie's pink forcefield spread out towards Akahana and the unicorn sidestepped quickly to be enveloped by its safety. "Please let him go," she begged, voice buckling under the weight of growing tears. Then she turned to their guards, eyes wet and fat tears rolling down her cheeks. "Why aren't you doing something?! Help him! "
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Post by GingerBlues on Aug 11, 2018 12:37:39 GMT -6
Miguel
Vagabond l Ranger
(ID: Hawk 088)
“Grief is in two parts. The first is loss.
The second is the remaking of life.”
References l Playlist l Moodboard
Gaining control of the floodwaters he had summoned, Miguel turned them towards the unseen parts of the forest where the bandits had come from. While it certainly wouldn't be enough drown them, the waters would definitely slow them down a bit. Urgency built up within the ranger with each passing moment the party stayed in wait. Recognizing the spotted unicorn as the source of the hold up, Miguel watched in horror as she summoned a large pink barrier encompassing not only herself but those who stood nearby within in it's protective range as well. Miguel's ears flicked back, pinning themselves flat against his skull. They didn't have time for this. He attempted to move the hysterical mare, to get her on his feet or even up over his back to carry her away, but he was met with more resistance than he'd bargained for. His mind raced, trying to think of a solution when the bandit leader's voice broke his train of thought. “Not a Noble, So ready to die for him? There are better deaths. And worse ones. Your life isn’t worth more than hers, Yet look how she spends the currency of her life. Look! You think you own her, and she loves you for it. You did this to her. You broke her."
Her words were directed at the pegasus child pinned beneath her weight, and as she tore the hood away from his pale face, recognition dawned on Miguel. Amadeus. Merrill's brother. He had seen pictures of the young king on multiple occasions. This was the King the bandits spoke of, not him.
The tension started to leave his body as the leader of the group continued, feeling a hint of relief that his identity was still safely concealed... at least for now. He took a step back, reining in the waters that surrounded them, still cautious but less urgent than before.
"We won’t harm you further, You can keep half the supplies. You can come with us too, if you wish.”
Miguel paused at her words. They seemed to be meant more for Ming than the others, but even still, i didn't appear they would be hindered much longer. That said, any relief he felt was short lived as the mare aggressively lowered her head closer to the pegasus.
“So what is your life worth?”
The words sent a chill down Miguel's spine. It didn't appear the bandits were willing to let the boy just walk away unscathed, and whatever was about to happen, he knew he didn't want the spotted mare to witness it. With the way she was now, if something more were to happen to the boy, she would be inconsolable. "Why aren't you doing something?! Help him! "
The oldest of the trio chimed in, tears rolling down her face. Miguel had almost forgotten about her in the chaos, but now she seemed to be making almost as big a scene as her spotted companion. The hippocampus shook his head in frustration. He wasn't unwilling to help the pegasus if the opportunity presented itself, but his current priority was the two unicorns. He was a ranger, not a guard, and while he had vowed to protect the trio, he wouldn't attack the strangers to do so. Still, he knew the duo wouldn't let them leave without the young king. He had no qualms with knocking them out to get them to safety if necessary, but with the leader's word that no more harm would come to them, at least not by her hooves, he was a bit more willing to stay. That said, he still didn't want the pair to see what came next. Focusing on the rain as it fell on Ming's force field, he distorted the view from within the barrier, making it difficult to focus on what was happening outside it's pink walls.
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Post by FaunaFawn on Aug 11, 2018 13:09:40 GMT -6
The forcefield covered those in her party who was willing to be protected. Despite her wound her trained mind was focused on one thing only. Protect Amadeous even if it meant her own life. He was her best friend, showed her a life she could never dream off. Her constant companion during dark times. There was only one time she was ripped away from his side. and that was when she was branded. She would not be taken away from him again.
Dinah was talking and Ming felt her attention turn to the leader. Dinah saw through her mask, knew her for what she was a slave. Dinah's words were meant to cut Ammy down. To destroy him, hurt him. Eyes looked to ammy and she prayed he could see her face see her for what she really was. She was not a slave anymore, she stayed with him because that was what friends did. They stood by each other in the bad times and celebrated in the good times. Dinah didnt know them, didnt know the bond they shared. Dont let her words cut him deeper then that dagger ever would. Dont let it happen she prayed.
"Where ever he goes I go." She remarked with strength she didn't know she had they had survived worse they could survive this. Ming allowed the forcefield to vanish leaving herself to be exposed. "I wont leave you Ichiro. I'm staying with you." She offered him a smile and prayed he understood. He was her best friend, she never had been without him and she didnt want to be without him now. Friends forever hadn't they promised that before in their blanket fort, eating candy. Tears fell as she took steps forwards to Dinah and Ammy as calmly as possible. Eyes looked to Rosie smiling sadly, "I have to go with him." Ming doubted they'd let him go and if she could freely go with them she would.
Dinah might say she was brainwashed, broken and everything else. But she didn't know their friendship, how it had withstand so much. Tears started to form, she wouldn't, no she couldn't be separated from him. They would survive this. they would grow from this, and they will not allow this to ever happen again.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 22, 2018 8:01:12 GMT -6
Your plot is (mostly) complete! Stay tuned for a wrap-up journal!20 AP and 20 CS to all participants!
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