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Post by Deleted on Jul 1, 2018 13:22:10 GMT -6
Hello Starborn, and welcome to Vagabond Plot 608: Belly of the Beast Team Leader: V Participants: Reuben, Avelyn, Esmae, Carmen, Donnacha, Godric, Red Hare Date: April 10th, Night 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: Thanks to the expertise of your explosives specialist and the guidance of some well-connected allied smugglers, you have made a way through Aodh's sewer tunnels under Aodh's Royal Palace complex. After hours of silent navigation in near-perfect darkness, you believe you are finally beneath the King's castle. As one of Valore's many parties rages on above ground, and the King is making appearances across the city, the castle stands relatively empty. This may be your only chance to scope it out for some time. Using a small explosive to break open the hatch, your team enters the dim but glistening hallway. Every surface around you is flawless marble, more extravagant than anything you've ever seen. Your mission is to scope out the palace, to find something (or someone) of value to bring back to the Bunker, maybe do some damage to send a message and, most importantly, get out alive. Location: Below Valore Time of Day: Just after sundown Current Weather: Clear skies, fireworks and a festival happening outside. You do not have to wait for your leader to post!
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Post by loveboxer123 on Jul 1, 2018 16:15:30 GMT -6
V This is a really tough decision. Because you are both crap.  #1 | 337 Their heart is drumming in a frenzy, their lungs constricted by the small space.
What had they done to deserve leading a mission? Their whole deal was being a giant ass coward. With their big ears flagged against their neck, the chef wondered how their life reached this point. Their swelling sides didn't help, a tangle of anxious threads tugging at their heart. Their head spun and the hippocampus took a moment to close their eyes and remember that breathing was a thing they had do.
They opened their eyes again, determination sparking amidst the anxious knot.
They had someone they had to get home to. Their tentacles mapped the tunnels as they lead the way, occasionally whispering which way to go to the Vindicators behind them.
“LeftThey hissed, twisting around a corner. Once again, their tentacles reached to the walls opposite them. They had a mission to complete, and by Cascade they would complete it. Their tentacles on their tail flicked anxiously, curling and uncurling around their thick black tail.
Eventually, they stopped.
“Here”
The rattle of the explosion made them hiss, but the din was drowned by the party outside. As soon as their hooves touched the floors, their jaw dropped and their anger flared. V bit their lip, ears pinned. Their hooves itched to strip the marble from the floor. Did these extravagant idiots have any idea how much the shards they spent building this could help people?! Or were they too focused on the latest fashion trends to really bother with the lives of others? The hippocampus turned around to face their team, inhaling deeply.
“Fan out. Find something of value. If you find someone, knock them the hell out. Maybe Aodh will care if we steal that.” Then, they twisted their head back to the walls, snorting to themselves as they drew their shield. Secunda had been quiet, but now the lioness released a growl.
“I’m gonna do some property damage.”
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Post by Koofins on Jul 1, 2018 22:13:36 GMT -6
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Post by notadonkey on Jul 2, 2018 0:07:02 GMT -6
Reuben
Vindicator | Explosions Specialist
The stallion stepped silently alongside his comrades to their destination. Reuben wasn't entirely thrilled to be in the smelly underbelly of Valore, but their mission was worth it. Wrecking havoc to this awful city was always worth it.
He had his eyes trained on V in the dim light, following their direction with every turn and awaiting their signal.
'Here.'
Ben moved forward and worked expertly and efficiently, tying this and that, hook that here, light it up and- boom! The latch was no more. It was very unlike the arson he along with Godric and Esmae took place in a few months prior, but a small smile broke across his face nonetheless.
The smoke cleared and the hippocampus wasted no time stepping forward to snoop around. Despite the muffled sounds of festivities outside, the castle was empty. The marble tile was as smooth as ice and nearly spotless. Tall columns and items that were probably worth several fortunes lined the hall. Reuben snorted in disgust before knocking over a particularly fancy looking vase, the shatter ringing through the large empty palace. He flicked a large ear to Avelyn, grunting in agreement. "A rare opportunity, though I'm half tempted to burn the whole place down." A stale joke, though he would do it in a heart beat. However, Ben knew their mission and began to open drawers to fancy dressers and desks, searching for anything of worth while smashing particularly shiny things along the way.
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Post by PaganStars on Jul 2, 2018 13:15:22 GMT -6
Godric A million miles from home, I'm walking ahead
I'm frozen to the bones,
I am a soldier on my own
  
x | x Godric had been silent the entire journey through Eithne, numb as they had entered the tunnels that snaked below Valore. When he was younger, the city had made fire race through his veins, wild eyes ready to glare and snap at anyone that got to close. His childhood was faint, but it was there. He remembered the struggle of work, of watching his father fight. But then he had tasted freedom and forget.
But time and time again he found himself in this gilded cage, but only now did he find himself numb to the rage, to the fire in his veins. He made up the rear of the party as they moved forward, occasionally glancing back to check their progress and make sure no one was following. He felt cramped in these quarters but he had a job to do, they all did.
Squeezing through the hatch after the others, Godric made sure to leave it open for a quick escape, his eyes taking in the eloquent room. He flicked his ear towards Avelyn as she spoke, grunting in return “Wasn’t allowed past the dark district. Labour slave. “ he added, eyes casting around the room.
Pulling his Aodhian sword from its sheath, he began to spread from the others, concerned with locating documents and writs “Stay with a partner” he added alongside V’s words.
Their last mission had gone up in figurative and literally flames, but this time Godric was determined to find something of value. He would return home to his daughter and show her what it meant to be vindicator.
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Post by pyvern on Jul 2, 2018 14:10:08 GMT -6
DONNACHA .. raise a glass to freedom ..
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Surrounded by darkness and stone walls, Donnacha trailed along after the others, through the dank tunnels, only just about listening to V's whispered directions. His mind was on the mission that lay ahead of them. He wasn't sure if he was up to this, and he had no idea why he had been chosen at all: what talents did he have? Calm down, Donn, you're fine, he tried to convince himself.
After what seemed an age, he heard V call out, "Here."
He tired not to jump in fright as the hatch was blown open. Scared of loud noises? What kind of soldier was he?
Trying to keep control of his breath, Donnacha followed the others out into the dimly lit hallway; he couldn't help but be impressed by the glamorous sights around them. After all. he always did have an attraction to anything that glittered. As he ransacked the drawers, in search of nothing in particular, he muttered in reply to Godric, "Didn't know you were. I was a labour slave too. All in the past now, though."
If the Vindicators succeeded, it wouldn't be in anyone's future, either.
He walked a little further onwards, in hope of finding something of value - or, he hoped, some Aodhian he could knock out.
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Post by paradisefever on Jul 2, 2018 21:30:10 GMT -6
Red HareVindicators - Specialist
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The bay mustang had slowly emerged from the undercovers of the dark, cobble, and muck still stuck in their mane from the aftermath of the explosions in the sewer ways. They would've preferred a less filthy way of entering the castle but they digress as they clambered up, shaking off the dirt from their coat as they took their first hoof step into the extravagant premises.
"Hm, fancy" they muttered coldly, their only compliment to the room before their dull eyes scanned past the polished marble works. Not something they were used to, all of this. The open and winding roads were the place to be, along with high treetops. A ridiculous overcompensation Hare thinks as they listened intently to V's command and merely nods.
"I’ll search for something useful. Plans." Hare spoke up again, as they brushed along the sides of the room to at least have a look on the tables and smashed objects Reuben had gladly made. So far nothing of interest or importance.
“Outside. Other rooms. Should be more” they spoke up again with a flick of their ears, as they turned their head slightly to the rest of the group if they were interested to pair up with him as suggested by Godric, but they were perfectly fine to go about on their own. Less of a risk to be put on the group. |
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Post by Deleted on Jul 3, 2018 13:11:08 GMT -6
esmae | vagabond | vindicator | Specialist  ❝ As the hatch was blown open, Esmae stood near the back of the group. Sticking close to the rest, she flinched at the loud noise before quickly following the rest. Filing out of the tunnel, she was one of the last to step out of the passageway. It was devastatingly beautiful. There was no doubt about it. From the first moment Esmae and her companions entered the marble palace, she was struck with awe. After being in the near-perfect darkness for so long, it took her a moment for her sight to readjust. Her golden eyes squinted at the dim lighting for a couple moments before widening at the sight of the tall marble pillars. By Alya, she could see her face in the floor if she looked hard enough. Craning her neck to peer at her surroundings, the mare unconsciously smiled to herself. As she almost spun her body in a circle in an attempt to see everything, a loud crackle and squeal sounded in the distance. Whipping her head to the side at the sound, a gasp escaped her. Fireworks. She had heard of them but never seen one before. Her dark ears perked forward as she slowed her tracks before pinning them back at the sharp sounds. It was… loud. Another one shot up into the darkened sky, splitting off into even brighter colors. Drawn in by the vibrant colors, Esmae glanced back to the team hesitantly before inching closer to the side of the hall. It was an open hall on the side of the palace with large marble pillars and a near perfect view of Valore. Peering over the edge, her breath caught at the sight. Lanterns and bright lights shone vibrantly below the citadel in the city, glimmering like a jewel. Faint shouts and music echoed amongst the itty equines down below. They were so small, like ants. A faint chuckle bubbled in her chest at the comparison. She supposed Aodhians really did have it all. Power, control, superiority. It was only fair to assume it could easily corrupt an equine. To become so tainted to even enslave their own kind. Swerving her ear to the side, Esmae picked up on the fading footsteps of her teammates. Looking back, alarm shot across her features. Wrenching herself from the view, she scurried after them. Slowing her pace as she caught up to them, she barely managed to catch a few murmurs of their conversation. All of them were familiar faces due to their close quarters in the Bunker. Some faces she recognized were those who were apart of the last mission she went on. Right, this wasn’t a sightseeing mission. Furrowing her brow as they began to split up and ransack the palace, Esmae’s gaze trailed over her companions. Piping up, she chimed, “Are we going to meet up back here once everyone is done?”POST I ● word count 480 |
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Post by Deleted on Jul 11, 2018 8:33:18 GMT -6
Below the palace of Valore, something rumbled.
Below the festival and displays of grandeur, something grew agitated with unrest.
Below the King’s throne, something itched to be free.
For the castle staff, the sounds of claws against marble became an integral part of their workday. Those passing by the cell scarcely noticed its presence, though the occasional distressed hiss emitted from the darkness did make their blood run cold.
They had not forgotten its vicious attack from months ago, and what could occur if the beast was given the chance to roam free once more.
Guards paced the hallway that held it, flinching as it growled with each firework that went off. It was anxious - they could hear claws scratching against the floor as it stalked within its prison.
One of them (a flaming child that embodied fire itself) scoffed to themselves, muttering under his breath about how ‘unfair’ it was to be posted in this position while a party occurred only just outside.
Their partner (an older woman, flecked with grey and years of experience), told them to mind themselves and shut up. She would not admit to them that she too was rattled by its presence and wished to be anywhere but here.
The night continued on in silence, the hours ticking by agonizingly slow until hooves skittered down the hall. It was a cleaner - wide eyed and frantic - her words rushed and panicked.
“Intruders in the palace!”
At once an alarm was sounded, blaring through the castle and rousing the rest of the staff to attention. The Vindicators were fortunate - most of the chevaliers were overseeing the festival, leaving few to deal with inside the palace walls, but still - there was no time to wait.
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Post by loveboxer123 on Jul 12, 2018 15:34:10 GMT -6
V Congratulations for the worst dish on this show #2 | 185
V grumbled softly. These stupid horses, unable to-! The scramble of hooves caught their attention, and they turned just in time to find the servant mare scrambling away. Their ears dropped. It wasn't long after that the alarms began to blare.
“MOVE!” V roared, performing an about face and rushing down the hallway. They reached back to their inner thighs, pulling out two daggers they had gotten from the bunker before they left. They would return it after the mission.
V wouldn't choose the coward’s way out today. Their blessing wasn't strong enough to save them now. So, they gritted their teeth and pushed on. The roar from below made them skitter to a stop. In a moment, V was faced with a choice. Go towards the roar, or gather their family and leave. Their eyes flicked back to the swell of their sides. V was trapped between a rock and a hard place, their eyes rolling as they thought.
“Follow the roar!” They barked, tentacles snapping against the air.
“Whatever's in here, they probably don't want it out!”
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Post by Koofins on Jul 12, 2018 19:02:36 GMT -6
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“I’d say meet back here when we’ve found what we’re looking for,” Avelyn answered, glancing at Esmae with a shrug. “Whatever that is,” the mare intoned as an afterthought. She poked around one of the unopened drawers in the hall when two different sounds interrupted the slightly muffled explosions of the fireworks outside of the castle. Confusion and alarm built and tightened in her chest as V gave them new orders, and she realized the sound wasn’t just the roar of her pulse in her ears; they’d all heard it.
And the castle staff had found them.
"Shit,” she hissed between tightly clenched teeth, wheeling round to turn herself in the direction V had directed them in. Avelyn had never heard anything like it. Or maybe it was the roar combined with the sound of the alarm? Whatever the case was, she ground her teeth as she launched herself forward. There wasn’t enough time; it felt like there weren’t enough of them. Her body screamed for the safety of numbers, but this group didn’t feel like enough.
More to the point, she didn’t feel like enough. But did that really matter? No. Maybe she wasn’t strong enough; what mattered was she was there. Everything that had happened to her, everything that would happen to her, did it matter in the moment? No. What did matter was doing, not worrying. She had a new family to look after.
Despite that being at the forefront of her mind, she couldn’t focus; all this noise….she couldn’t hear anything.
Gods, anyone please just….let me hear myself think.
Though she had doubted the presence of any of the gods for quite some time, Avelyn welcomed the calm that settled in her thoughts. Likely just a placebo effect, some youthful hope that there were gods still paying attention she hadn’t grown out of yet, she told herself firmly. With a grim set to her jaw, she braced herself for the conflict that was swiftly approaching them.
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Post by xredwing on Jul 13, 2018 6:48:04 GMT -6
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Carmen had followed the group through the dark tunnels, staying near the rear of the procession as they came up now to the soon to be breach to the very innards of the palace. Her blood was pounding hard in her ears, nerves on their very fringes as she listened close after the explosion- breath held behind bitten lips for the sound of alarm. And yet, it did not come. Squinting into the dim light as she stepped out from the darkness, she was floored by the luxury all around her. The marble gleamed beneath her hooves, and everything had a familiar, expensive glint to it in the torchlight.
She was brought back to the moment as the others began splintering off, and the sound made by the smashing of several very lovely vases made her hair stand on end. With a quick shake, she trailed slightly behind Red, her ears pricked and swiveling, remaining on her guard while they slowly ventured further down the corridor of shining trinkets and exquisite paintings, even going so far as to brush just ever too closely against the very nice looking ones- sending them tumbling to the floor to shatter across the stones. Her heart sank as she heard the thundering roar break through the sound of fireworks and revelrie, but her nerves were quickly steeled; this was exactly what they needed. "Keep close!" The words were strained and hissed, and she was fairly confident, in retrospect, inaudible over the clatter of over a dozen hooves scrambling over marble. She was leery of just what had made the horrifying sound- but to do what they needed done.. It sounded like a golden opportunity. |
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Post by pyvern on Jul 13, 2018 9:07:11 GMT -6
DONNACHA .. they'll tell the story of tonight ..
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Until now, the dappled stallion had been idly searching drawers, with nothing that was even mildly interesting - but loud thuds soon caught Donnacha's attention. Turning towards the noises, he noticed the servant running away; with a crash the mirror he had been lifting out of the drawer slipped from his grasp and shattered.
Great job, you're such a stealthy thief, Donn. Thanks to him, the guards definitely knew they were here now, even if the servant hadn't reached them yet.
Sure enough, alarms started blaring soon after, followed by... that roar; shaking Donnacha grabbed one of the largest pieces of shattered glass, hoping to use it as a dagger if needed. He tried to focus on V's instructions but, really?| They were going towards whatever that noise was? If the Aodhians didn't want that thing out, he wouldn't either. He wasn't going to run like a coward, though, ont when everyone else was going.
If I'm going to die, it might as well be with a fight, and fighting for freedom.
"Get going!" he whispered urgently to the others who hadn't gone yet. Getting his shield ready, he raced after the three ahead, frantically praying in his mind, Kaia, Ignacio, please... just let us get through this alright.
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Post by PaganStars on Jul 13, 2018 13:45:38 GMT -6
Godric A million mile from home, I'm walking ahead
I'm frozen to the bones, I am
A soldier on my own
x | x Godric flicked his ears towards Donnacha spoke, nodding slightly at his words. It was comforting to know that a handful of them knew what would happen if they were found, knew the life of a slave. He had been locked in this city so many different times, had barely escaped with his life with each stay. But if they were caught now, there would be no coming back.
Godric resisted the urge to roll his eyes as each one spoke their own opinions of what to search for or to be quiet and so on. He was one of the oldest here, besides a few of the others, knew how these things usually went. With his own daughter at home he was used to someone not heeding his words, so he simply pushed on.
Sorting through books and papers, Godric had a keen eye for keywords. Documents of higher-ups, letters between nobles, Copies of Flamen’s seals and petitions. Nothing was extremely useful, but he folded them up and tucked them inside his bag nonetheless, head snapping up when he heard the crash and gasp.
Drawing his sword, Godric had lunged towards the cleaner intent on cutting their throat, only to stumble as the roar echoed through the halls, giving the servant enough time to run. Cursing to himself, Godric turned as V ordered for them to move, Furrowing his eyebrows.
Raising his shield and sword, Godric guarded the entrance to the hallway as each vindicator filed through, only turning and following when no one was left. “Keep to the shadows,” he ordered, eyes flicking back down the hallway.
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Post by notadonkey on Jul 13, 2018 18:23:55 GMT -6
Reuben Vindicator | Explosions Specialist
The mule clenched his jaw at the sound of the alarm, muttering a curse under his breath. Of course it was only a matter of time before they were discovered, but damn, he wasn't expecting it to be so soon. Ben began to think they were going to leave without any information before the roar ripped through the halls and shook him to the core. Immediately he whipped out his hammer from its holster, every sense on high alert. He tried to regulate his breathing while his heart thundered in his chest. Whatever made that kind of roar seems big...and angry. What the hell were these Aodhians keeping in this castle? Without a word, only a nod of his head, he acknowledged V's orders and followed after the others. His eyes were narrowed, long ears pressed close to his skull as he took Godric's advice and stuck to the shadows. It was insanity that they were moving towards whatever made that sound, but he was absolutely not about to disobey orders and leave the rest of them behind. Reuben clutched his hammer tighter in his teke. This was fucking crazy, but he was ready to protect himself and the rest of them with his life. He listened to the sound of clopping hooves on the marble floors and pressed on, uneasy but eager for information.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 15, 2018 13:58:52 GMT -6
esmae | vagabond | vindicator | Specialist ❝ Turning her attention to Avelyn, Esmae shot her a grateful smile at her reply. At least something was cleared up. Sliding her gaze to the side, she followed her companions’ lead and began to rummage through the various drawers. Furrowing her brows, she shuffled through the spare supplies and papers, searching for anything useful. Counting over the things she found, she murmured under her breath. “Lighter, oil lamps, flask, candles- “ Pausing, she did a double take with narrowed eyes. A flask? Nestled underneath a stack of papers, there laid a half-filled glass. Taking it out of the compartment, she examined it before unscrewing the top with her warm golden teke. Lifting the rim to her nose, she took a small sniff before jerking it away. Definitely alcohol. She supposed it meant for the celebrations that were happening outside. Wrinkling her nose for a moment, she side glanced to the rest of the Vindicators, who were almost gleefully trashing the hall. Looking back to the flask, she pondered the matter for a couple moments before sliding it into her saddlebag. Esmae wasn’t a fan of alcohol but she did know a few who might. Even if it meant smuggling it into the Bunker. Giving a small shake of her head, she mused, Snap out of it. We got work to do.Then, the whole palace was turned upside down. Time was up. Not that they had much of it anyway. A shrill cry sounded, echoing down the hall followed by an alarm. Whipping her head to the side, her golden eyes widened as her dark ears swerved back. They were caught. A roar echoed throughout the palace, almost shaking the marble but rattled the mare to her very core. Faintly, she heard V’s roar and the others’ shouts as she stood there, frozen. At Donnacha’s hushed voice, she swallowed thickly before managing to move her hooves. Quickening her pace, she followed the others, catching up with them hastily. With a forlong glance at the tunnel entrance where they came, she tore her eyes away and focused on the task at hand. Trailing behind most of the rest, Esmae peeked over the side. So much for spreading out. However, the further they walked towards the dungeons, a growing chill ran down her spine. Why would they go towards the noise? From the noise alone, she knew it wasn’t equine. Stepping closer to the wall and into the shadows, she looked to the others. It seemed as if they were thinking the same as well judging by the tension. Biting the inside of her cheek, she set her jaw and kept her gaze ahead. It was called a mission for a reason. POST II ● word count 450 |
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Post by Deleted on Jul 18, 2018 20:59:30 GMT -6
The air was different down here.
Something about it was suffocating - the festival outside grew muffled, and though the alarm still rang throughout your ears, it became a distant noise compared to the stark clattering of your hooves against hard stone.
Guards were not far behind. Something was in these dungeons, something that desperately needed to remain hidden and locked away.
“Halt!” A voice bellowed in the dark, quickly followed by the sound of swords being unsheathed. Somewhere in the throng of enemy bodies, fire illuminated the shape of a young stallion, and suddenly he was charging straight towards your group.
Elsewhere, a larger figure barrelled into whoever was nearest, sword glinting against the light their partner emitted, striking hard and fast.
Their God’s blessings aided the Aodhians, various reflections of light and darkness working hand in hand to combat the intruders. What the Vindicators was unaware of was that as the battle progressed, they unintentionally found themselves pushing further into the dungeons, and all too suddenly something else glinted in the eyes of the Aodhians, and it wasn’t just anger -
it was fear.
Terror that could not be ignored, but ultimately would increase their will to succeed.
“Do not let them advance!” That same voice cried, sword coming down on a massive dark figure. 2 | 217 fire boy - young dumb chestnut that has fire manip, watch out for dem burns fire boy’s partner - big bara lady that’s really good with a sword and will fuck ur day uP yelling dude - guy in charge atm, pretty pissed off |
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Post by loveboxer123 on Jul 19, 2018 12:28:28 GMT -6
V You're a f*cking disgrace
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V felt their ears flatten to their head as the guards charged. They were slippery as a snake, but even as such, the fire grew close to their limbs as the chestnut flew past. V tightly gripped their daggers, spinning to slam their back hooves into whichever guard was nearby. The added detail of their tentacles came into play then, hooked suckers digging in and slicing shallow, yet long wounds across whoever they hit.
It was a clusterfuck, and V pressed themselves to the edge of it. They weren't able to fight, but they sure as hell could try. Their tentacles cracked like whips, keeping the enemies at bay. They curled one back tentacle around their stomach and snarled, baring their teeth in the intermittent flashes of light that threatened to blind them. Then, with a clatter, they were disarmed.
Shit Their eyes leaped around the dungeon, before doing the first thing they thought of.
They grabbed a torch from the holster beside them, and swung it like a sword. Not truly caring who they hit, just wanting the horses to back away. Their body ached, slices and cuts having been opened by the stupid big one.
V turned to the one who yelled, their eyes echoing in the firelight from the torch they held. Then, with all their strength, they threw the flaming impromptu weapon.
Aodh wanted to be the fire herd? Let them taste the flames they played with.
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Post by Koofins on Jul 19, 2018 14:56:56 GMT -6
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The shouting from the guards pulled her attention sharply towards them. With her hooves scuffing loudly she came to an abrupt halt, her hind quarters almost touching the marble floor. If it hadn’t been for all the training she’d been up to, she would have taken a bad fall, and as it was some of the other soldiers bumped into her, managing only just to avoid barreling into her directly.
Don’t let them advance.
Very quickly, she’d have to think of a plan. It wasn’t going to be a good one, but it would be something. Eyes darting about the hallway, she found Reuben, and whistled sharply to him. One of the guards advanced on her, and she wheeled to face them, pulling two of the throwing knives from the straps on her gauntlets. She was glad she'd managed to get gear to cover herself somewhat, and more so as she realized she wouldn't come out of this fight without some serious burns. While the chestnut drew closer Avelyn braced herself, angling her body so her branded shoulder faced the guard, a grin that was more a baring of teeth spreading across her features.
“How’s it feel knowing the former ‘help’ is going to get to whatever it is you’re protecting?!” The shouted words came through already panted breaths as she ducked under the first wide tongue of flame aimed at her face, feeling the intense heat along the arch of her neck and smelling burnt fur. Don’t kill them, she reminded herself, just incapacitate. She swung the first knife in a arc towards the guard’s throat, hoping they’d dodge instinctively, and jabbed the second as they recovered towards a weak spot high in their leg towards the shoulder. Whether or not it landed she advanced, pushing back as much as the guard gave to force them back, hoping that the bulk she’d inherited from her father helped. “What’s gonna happen to that fancy party when we let that thing out?! Bet the King won’t be very happy, will they?!”
As more guards advanced on those who turned to fight, she hoped against hope that one of the others had understood the reason for her boasts. They needed to keep the guards from intercepting them. If they wanted a chance at hurting Aodh where it counted, whatever the guards were trying to keep them from had to be let out. She glanced at their leader, knowing she'd to get closer to them somehow, a sense of urgency coming over her when she saw the tentacle curled protectively over their own stomach. Someone had to protect them, hold back the guards, and make sure they all got out of this alive and still free. It seemed pretty damn impossible, but then she'd thought she'd die a slave back in those vineyards, just like her father had.
The impossible, as it turned out, was pretty doable if the right opportunities came along.
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Post by pyvern on Jul 20, 2018 12:13:20 GMT -6
DONNACHA .. it's time to take a shot ..
Post 3 | 339 words Skidding around the corner, Donnacha heard the yell from the guards, "Do not let them advance!"
"Just try and stop us," he taunted, "It's not going to happen, but this will be fun anyway." Donnacha could see the terror in their eyes, but he didn't think it was them the Aodhians were afraid of, as much as he wanted it to be. He focused on finding a target to stick to, as he dived through the chaos, swinging his makeshift dagger around him.
Suddenly, a burst of flame shot over Donnacha's head, singeing his mane and causing him to swiftly slice it off with his razor; he felt the heat making his eyes sting, with fury he looked towards the one who had sent it towards him. His lip curled with disgust, it was a kid - just another stupid spoiled one who thought he was privileged. Donnacha charged towards the young chesnut stallion, ramming head first into this stupid kid who wanted to play soldier.
The stallion staggered dazily, "Should've stayed at home with your parents, huh, kid? Aren't you at school?" he spat, before the stallion regained his balance and retaliated.
Donnacha was stabbing and slicing with his dagger, while the young guard fought back, occasionally sending spurts of fire towards him. He was only vaguely aware of the fighting around him, mostly focusing on his own situation.
Finally, he managed to knock the guard to the ground; he appeared to be unconscious, at least for now.
Donnacha suddenly felt a surge of guilt. He was just a kid; what was Donnacha doing to leave him lying there? He might have been an Aodhian, but he didn't know much better.
He dragged the comatose guard a small distance away from the fighting, though his eyes were already beginning to flicker open.
He leapt back into the fray. Donnacha couldn't account for any other Vindicator, but he definitely wasn't going to kill someone that young, even if they'd try to kill him. But the others? He couldn't care less.
Donnacha has to cut his hair at last, headbutts fire boy, proceeds to fight fire boy and knocks him out, then feels bad about it and drags him into a corner.
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Post by PaganStars on Jul 20, 2018 14:23:08 GMT -6
Godric A million mile from home, I'm walking ahead
I'm frozen to the bones, I am
A soldier on my own
x | x Progress was slow, and as the Vindicators made their way he wished that they hadn’t brought so many. They’d have been in and out with little fuss if they had split into smaller groups, splintered out. But now they were being pursued and it wasn’t long before the distant sound of shouting and hooves clattering on the floor grew louder and closer.
Fighting in these tight, lower halls would be hell and Godric growled as a cluster of guards finally stumbled upon them, his eyes narrowing. He charged ahead, ignoring as V grabbed a torch and began swinging it around, meeting the charge of the largest guard. He ran shield first, plowing it into her body and setting all his body weight upon it, pushing her back and almost knocking her off her feet. His sword clashed against her own, teeth bared at the mare.
As he fought, his eyes occasionally glance back to the others, ears flicking backwards as comments were thrown “Shut up and FIGHT” he bellowed, his voice echoing off the halls. Even if it was a split second distraction, Godric grunted as the guards sword managed to find its way between a rib, turning and spitting in her face as he pushed backwards, his own sword slash at the side of her neck. “Push them back!” his voice was gritty, full of venom as he slammed into the guard with his shield once more.
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Post by paradisefever on Jul 22, 2018 9:28:58 GMT -6
Red HareVindicators - Specialist
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Well, that was fast Hare had thought. It was predictable however but rather unsatisfactory that the guards were already brought to attention from skittering hooves. Groundskeeper? Maybe. It would've been wiser to investigate the area at least in silence. The howling was at least interesting or worth of concern Hare flicks their ears at.
Of course their leader would opt to charge straight into danger and the roars. Hare rolls their eyes lightly on how headstrong and turbulent V was with their decisions. They comply, the old mare must have something brewing in their angry mind.
There was no turning back now, they breathe out as the group was finally put straight into the frying pan quite literally with one of the guards, a young stallion, displaying their talent with fire along, a brutish looking mare tagging along, and another that was screaming orders at the back-ends. The leader Hare suspects.
Silently they picked up a few shard of glass strewn from the destruction of the others, and cautiously blends into the shadows. The group was handling the palace soldiers rather easily, or at least with some great competence. Their initial target was to go for the screamer, but the larger mare was a more imminent problem and opted their focus on the tank.
“Duck” Hare quickly mentions to Godric, flinging sharp shards at the behemoth’s sights.
When you encounter an enemy, aim for the eyes. No one can train one’s eyes. Wise words from their mother.
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Post by notadonkey on Jul 25, 2018 16:03:55 GMT -6
Reuben Vindicator | Explosions Specialist
As soon as the guards arrived, all hell broke loose.
Reuben did not falter as the flames from the smaller boy lit up the area near him and Avelyn, dodging a blast of fire before swinging his hammer at the chestnut, connecting with his shoulder. The small guard faltered but continued to fight, shooting flames at Avelyn and clearly trying to prove something by keeping on his feet and not backing down.
At her whistle, Ben attempted to advance further as she taunted the guards. The boy let loose another blast, this one bigger than the last. Reuben wasn't able to fully dodge it, as the blast passed through and sailed beyond him, flames took a hold of the cloak he had borrowed from the bunker. He promptly ripped it off and threw it to the marble floor, the smell of burning fabric filling his nostrils as his old burn scar on his neck was exposed to the hot air. The hippocampus was by no means a stranger to fire and the destruction it could cause... and yet he sought it out consistently. This boy was blessed by the fire god himself, but clearly he had no respect for the element.
Reuben clutched his hammer yet again and began to charge at his enemy with a yell before the dark blur of Donnacha rammed into the kid and beat him to it. Fully believing the unicorn was capable of taking care of the negligent fire boy, Ben looked past into the continuation of the hallway, knowing full well that they were getting closer. They just needed to get past the remaining guards. The gleam of another guard's sword caught his eye as it sliced through his flesh, and with a grunt he swung his hammer to block another blow, locking eyes with his enemy as their weapons shook from the force of their teke. Reuben's eyes narrowed as he forced his legs to press forward, pushing and causing him as well as the guard to move further down the hallway.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 25, 2018 22:56:57 GMT -6
The fighting was at a deadlock. Metal clashed against metal for what seemed like an eternity. Blood was drawn and bodies thumped against the cold stone, but no one could advance. The Vindicators had moved further within the underbelly of the Palace, but the Aodhians would not let up. Each step forward was two steps backwards, and nothing would fucking give.
It was a battle neither side could afford to lose.
Perhaps it was this blind determination - this raw will to ensure the Vindicators did not find what they so desperately needed to stay hidden, that amidst it all, one managed to slip away. A shadow in the dark pressed again the walls managed to escape the dueling weapons, knowing something must be done to guarantee the Vindicators succeeded.
The lone mare progressed further into the dungeon, uncertain of what she was seeking until it was before her very eyes.
It was... a door.
A door that stood little chance against what the Vindicators prepared. An explosive later and it fell apart, opening up and revealing its pitch black insides.
It was impossible to tell how large the cell was in the darkness - but despite that, she knew she was no longer alone.
Something had stirred at her appearance, claws scraping against the ground as it assessed the intruder. Just like the previous fighting, the two were at a standstill. It was a moment of silence, and then the sound of a cry, unlike anything uttered by the creature before.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 27, 2018 7:58:12 GMT -6
esmae | vagabond | vindicator | Specialist ❝ Endless clamor and shouts came from both sides, including orders and insults. As the others threw themselves into the fray, weapons swinging, Esmae stayed back against the wall. Her golden eyes darted back and forth, searching for an opening. Finally, she broke through the fray, going further beneath the Palace. Desperation followed at her footsteps, licking at her heels as she picked up her pace. A string of hope kept her going, deeper and deeper into the hall. Glancing towards the cells beside her, she swallowed thickly. How many of their fellow members died here, alone and abandoned? Furrowing her brow, she searched the dim dungeons until she finally came upon what she was looking for. It was… a door. Looking over her shoulder, she redirected her attention to her saddlebag. Rifling through it, she found a spare explosive and a pair of matches. Pressing the explosive against the door, she struck a match and lit it aflame. Taking a couple steps back, she turned away as it exploded. Once the dust cleared, she opened her eyes. The door had fallen apart. Coming face to face with utter darkness, she felt a billow of warm breath brush over her coat before she heard the screech of a pair of claws against the cold, hard stone. Her breath hitched as she stood frozen, staring into the cell with wide eyes. Then, an earth-shattering cry rang through the palace. Pinning her ears back, she gritted her teeth painfully since the roar was nearly deafening. Hell, it rattled her very bones. Now, Esmae saw why the Aodhians didn’t want them reaching the dungeons. Not when they hid a weapon of the greatest kind. Despite her better and much wiser judgment, she took a shaky step forward. While her ears rang, she knew that this could very well turn the tides against Aodh in their favor. However, a rather large problem posed against her. How in the hell was she supposed to free the creature without getting in harm’s way and becoming collateral damage? POST III ● word count 340 |
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Post by PaganStars on Jul 27, 2018 13:45:34 GMT -6
Godric A million mile from home, I'm walking ahead
I'm frozen to the bones, I am
A soldier on my own
x | x It seemed fruitless; everytime a guard was knocked down it seemed two more took their place. Gods how many people were in this damn palace still?? Swinging his sword and bashing his shield, Godric was giving it all they had to get deeper into the dungeons, the uneasy feeling in his stomach grew more and more as they made their way deeper. Whether the guards noticed that they were unknowingly helping them didn’t matter to Godric, not while he had blood dripping down his sides, teeth bared.
And though he was blind in one eye, Godric caught the movements of Esmae slipping into the shadows. Good, now go get that thing. He didn’t watch as she slipped away, merely continued to keep the other guard's attention with the rest of the vindicators. But another roar shook the ground and Godric couldn't help but grunt as it pierced his ears, the battle freezing for a second.
But then all hell continued and Godric let out his own war cry. They were much closer now, close enough that Godric could hear the scrape of claws against stone ”Reuben! Get in there and help her free whatever the hell that thing is!” He was beside V now, helping the Hippocampus hold back the larger guards. They needed to buy them time to get that thing free, to get the guards scattered.
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Post by Koofins on Jul 27, 2018 17:57:28 GMT -6
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Hearing Godric's shout, Avelyn let an exasperated groan out under her breath as she swung her knife with more speed and force with each twist of her teke. As others had targeted the chestnut, she'd switched targets, instead focusing her attention on a young paint who looked barely old enough to be considered an adult. "That's what I was trying to say!" she ground out between her teeth, swinging her body around to kick back with powerful hind legs. She felt the connection between one hoof and something solid give way, wincing when she heard the shriek of the guard as they stumbled behind her. Ignoring the wave of nausea and phantom pain she felt, she spun around again, snatching the small leather bag looped around their side and flinging it open.
Keys.
Through sheer, dumb luck, she'd found keys. Biting back a shout of elation, Avelyn quickly swept her eyes across the fight, quickly deciding that they needed a distraction to keep the fight tipped on their side. By the time she reached the doors Esmae had snuck through, blood was running freely from the junction of her cheek and throat, and a well placed blow to her side left her lung in a twisted mass of white hot pain. Her entire body was on fire from ears to heels, but she ignored it as she rifled through the bag. Ignoring her wounds, she handed out keys to the others who'd followed her and began unlocking as many of the prisoner doors as she could, flinging them open as she went.
"Who are you?!" one of the imprisoned horses shouted. Avelyn met their eyes from where they cowered in the back of their cell, standing just outside the doorway. She glanced at her branded shoulder when the prisoner's eyes landed on it, and grinned despite the pain roiling through her body in nauseating waves.
"Believe it or not, I'm here to help," she responded. She waited until more of the prisoners poked their heads out of their cells, thankful that so far none of their group had allowed the guards to reach them quite yet. "We need to get all of you out of here. You can come with us, or you can wait around for what happens when we get out of here." She paused and made eye contact with the prisoner who'd addressed her first. "I can't promise you that you won't get hurt, but I'll make damn sure to get as many of you as far away from this as possible. You're just going to have to fight for it.
"Esmae are...you...?" Avelyn shouted over the confusion, stepping over the rubble into the largest cell after she'd spoken to the prisoners. She stared slack-jawed at the darkness, unsure why Aodh needed a pit this huge to contain...well, it wasn't equine, judging by the smell. It smelled like....smoke. Something foreign she'd never known. The rattling of chains and the scratching of claws and the dry sound of something heavy, something huge dragging against the stone pit made the fur under her back armor stand on end.
What. Is that.
Something besides her broken rib burned in her chest when she saw the glint of what could only have been eyes tracking her as she walked along the edge of the darkness below. The burning cloyed at her throat, and she wondered if maybe something more had been busted up inside of her, until she felt tears streaming down her face. The air was stale down here, and the explosions of the fireworks far above were there, but more muffled. This was unfair. This was wrong.
Her instincts screamed at her to stay out of it's reach. And yet she found herself slowly making her way down into the pit, her hooves echoing loudly around her, an echo that seemed to sync up to her heart beat, until she was on the same flat level as the creature that towered over her. Fear so great she was surprised she could stand upright consumed her, yet she found herself...talking.
"Don't worry," she said softly. Her eyes had adjusted to the darkness, revealing a winged, serpentine shape before her, chained to the walls and floor of the pit. Tears still streaming down her face, she continued, "We're going to get you out of here." She smiled, another wave of elation rushing through her. She didn't know if the creature was like the winged creatures she'd read about as a filly, or if it could even understand her. But she knew this wasn't where it belonged. "You're going to feel the sun on your wings soon. We're going to get you out."
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Post by Deleted on Jul 27, 2018 20:02:25 GMT -6
esmae | vagabond | vindicator | Specialist ❝ Muffled voices sounded almost distantly as her gaze remained locked onto the inky darkness within the cell. As the prisoners rose their heads to the loud clamor, scarred and brutalized, to see the newcomers. Some murmured for them to run, to escape while they still could. Meanwhile, others remained wary, having lost their wits long ago. A few of the equines whose spirits had not broken clanged against the bars, aching for a world beyond their dark cages. At the call of her name, Esmae snapped out of her stupor with a startled jump. Turning her head to Avelyn, she managed to catch a glimpse of newfound hope in the prisoners’ eyes. Why hadn’t she noticed it before..? Her hooves rooted in place, she found herself unable to formulate any words in response. What could she even say? In the dim lighting of the torches that lined against the stone walls, she caught the shine of tears that coursed down the other mare’s cheeks. In a small whisper, she called out quietly, “Avelyn…” As her friend stepped into the cell, as if she were entranced, Esmae watched with alarm. Casting a glance over to the prisoners then back to the fellow soldier, she bit the inside of her cheek in contemplation. In the back of her head, she thought of her companions not too far away, fighting with relentless vigor. Following after the red mare, albeit with hesitation, Esmae blinked a couple times before adjusting to the dimness. Craning her neck, she surveyed the cell with wide eyes. It was perhaps even larger than the Bunker. Finally, her gaze glanced onto the magnificent creature that they stood before. It – or should Es say, she – peered down onto them, blinking her large blue eyes. Assessing, calculating. Despite suspecting Avelyn had no talent for speaking to beasts and creatures, their only hope was that she could perhaps understand. After listening to Avelyn’s heartfelt words, she added amid the darkness. “Will you let us help?” While not being killed or maimed in the process. Maybe, just maybe, it was their chance to do something great. Lifting her dark ears slightly, she caught the clop of footsteps approach hastily and inhaled a sharp breath. It was only a matter of time before others would come. Both friend and foe. POST IV ● word count 385 |
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Post by loveboxer123 on Jul 28, 2018 8:49:58 GMT -6
V You're a f*cking disgrace
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V looked at Godric as he arrived next to their side. Their eyes turned to the cells, pleading eyes staring at them, and at a group of slaves cowering in a corner.
“Im gonna free them” The hippocampus said to Godric over the sound of the Vindicators clashing with the chevaliers. As they leaped from their safe corner, they were sure to snatch a sword from a fallen foe, using it to drive into the chest of the screaming captain. They gave a sweet little smile, before kicking his back legs out from under him, pushing forward. They skidded to a stop in front of the cells. Their eyes landed on several prisoners, but a few in particular caught their eye. A pegasus mare, her coat a bold bright red chestnut with her mane and tail cropped short. A pair of common twins, identical down to their cores. And a large unicorn, their coat a pure white. V snatched a ring of keys from a fallen guard, shakily unlocking the cells to release the prisoners inside.
“My name is V. I would suggest you come with us.” They said, listening to the names offered. The pegasus was Sorne, the twins were Pip and Nirin, and the unicorn was Eun. The prisoners leaped from their cells, as V moved on.
They would be leaving with some new recruits.
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Post by pyvern on Jul 28, 2018 11:22:13 GMT -6
DONNACHA .. we are outgunned, outmanned, outnumbered, outplanned ..
Post #4 | 293 words Distracted by Godric's shout, Donnacha turned to see the others run further back, to where Esmae was tryong to free... whatever that thing was. He felt a guard's sword slash his shoulder, but he was already heading towards the back end of the dungeons.
V was already freeing the prisoners, which made the... thing... locked up Donnacha's priority. He skidded to a stop as he reached the wrecked door, and tried to look inside, though all he could see for a moment was darkness. He could vaguely make out the figures of Esmae and Avelyn, and something... huge. Pulling his lantern and a lockpick from his saddlebags, he held the lockpick to the tiny flame still remaining from the explosion, and lit up the lantern. He could see around the room well enough now.
What he saw... by Ignacio, they were real. "Gods..." he muttered under his breath. He understood now, why the Aodhians had been so determined not to let them pass, why they had been so afraid.
But he thought it was beautiful.
It was chained down.
And it wanted freedom.
He should have been more careful, more wary of this creature, but all he wanted to do was free her. He joined Avelyn, and whispered quietly the wyvern while thinking furiously. "I've got lockpicks. Should I try to unlock the chains?" He glanced around at the others for approval. Looking pu into the wyvern's bright blue eyes, he knew it could it eat him easily if he tried, but he thought that maybe she understood they were trying to help. Donnacha had to admit he was a ibt out of practice - he hadn't attempted to pick a lock for some time, but he'd do what he could to help anyway.
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