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Post by elesette on Jun 2, 2015 18:20:15 GMT -5
 Welcome to Olde Plot 001 : Taming the River Plot:
This group has noticed something odd about the silver river, it no longer runs silver.
Months ago the praying pool had turned red - and all were sure it was prophecy that the
exiles would invade their land. Now it seem the red from the praying pool seeped down to infect more of the land.
Could this lead to fear of “infection” from letting the exiles stay on their side?
Could sin be infecting those in the Olde herd, brought by the exile demons?
Time of Day: Morning Weather: "Fresh, and a little chilly" Team Captain:Jediah (MythicalPrancer)
Team Members:
Daemyn
Nefertiti
Sparrowanel
Jekylll
Janice
Checkpoints Reached:None Rules:
1. The Captain of the team must post first 2. A posting order must be kept as people enter the rp. 3. No god modding 4. React to the Checkpoints as they come! (If you don't know what a checkpoint is - don't worry - you'll know when they come!)5. Communicate with your partners! 6. Have fun!!!! How the posting order works:
Jediah must post first.
Anyone can post after Jediah. They can post back and forth until someone else posts, when someone else posts they must be entered into the posting order. Example. Jediah Daemyn Jediah Daemyn Nefertiti Jediah Daemyn Nefertiti Jediah Daemyn Nefertiti Sparrowanel Janice Jediah And so on. This means you do not have to wait for someone to join, but once they do their first post you must wait for them.  |
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mythicalprancer
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Post by mythicalprancer on Jun 5, 2015 13:22:34 GMT -5
Jediah | Olde Herd | Adviser | Captain
A cool morning breeze brushed through the air, gently caressing everything in its path. Despite the illusion of peace that blanketed the North island, but all was not as calm as it seemed. The herd had been split into groups with each their own task and worries. Many were unsettled by the previous battle and had little time to recover from the physical and emotional strain. King Vasska himself, Jediah's cousin, had come to him asking for his aid and it was his duty as an adviser to oblige. He was to watch over those left behind in his highness' absence, though he had never been one to socialize with the herdmembers. In the mean time he had taken the group to the Silver Forest, hoping for some peace and enlightenment. However, they were faced with a discovery that hit very close to home for the Olde stallion. His dark pelt crawled at the sight of the red tint that seeped through the silver river, spreading like poison through a helpless victim. First, the holy praying pool had been contaminated with warning and now... Jediah's mind spun. This, was no longer a warning.
This is was an indicator of their sin. Exiles and loners had set foot on their land, fought side by side with those of Olde. Their purity had been tainted by the cooperation, Jediah was sure of it. How could they have been so foolish as to trust those non-believers? No amount of complaining from the adviser had convinced the King to change his mind and now... They were paying the price for this misjudgment. "This-" Jediah breathed, his eyes fixed on the river as he adressed the group "it's a sign. We have betrayed our faith and now the great compromiser is slowly abandoning hope of ever returning! The exiles, they have tainted our holy lands and now we will be puished for our blasphemous deeds". He frowned deeply and lifted his gaze to look at those present "We must do something to restore this!". |
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Post by dreamlark on Jun 5, 2015 17:43:24 GMT -5
Sparowanel | Rook
It was early morning, cool, and the young horse followed along behind his group curiously. He had been assigned to follow Jediah, an Advisor, and he was highly curious what he would even be able to do to help. Rumors had been spreading, unease was creeping into the herd like an infection, and it worried him greatly. What was going on? What was going to happen? And then he saw it. Their captain stopped, but the rook continued forward. Red. The Silver River was now flowing red, like an open wound. Breath was taken in as a startled gasp, and an icy lance of fear pierced his chest. What did this mean?
Head swung about to face Jediah as he began to speak. It...it certainly made sense. But if letting the children of those exiles who had committed crimes back into their lands be so wrong? If those individuals truly wished to return to the faith, to the right way of doing things? To repent and earn their way back into the Compromiser's good graces? Either...something had to be done. They couldn't let the Compromiser down, couldn't risk him not returning! "We have to heal the River and the Pool!" Sparrow agreed, bobbing head head, even while he shifted his weight uncertainly between hooves. "But where do we even start? What can we do here?" // WC: 227
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Post by triggerjax on Jun 5, 2015 18:22:57 GMT -5
Janice snorted as the group walked towards the river, she stopped as the group suddenly halted. The mare's brow furrowed as she heard Jediah's ramblings, her only getting that the river was red... The mare let out a small squeak that sounded like no! as she bolted forward to come next to Jediah's side. The mare's fear slowly began to work its way into her system, no, no, NO! The mare called out to no one, 'this can't be...' She thought, 'this couldn't be...' Her voice bounced i her head. Taking a rattling breath the mare stopped to listen as Sparrow began his own panic. Listening she nodded as she heard him speak of healing the water and the land, but the mare couldn't fathom blaming any others for this tragedy... This was the entirety of the herds fault in her eyes.
"We must purify the water!" She whispered, struggling to get the words out.
Upon realizing her panic and the others Janice shook her head, someone needed to keep their head on their neck and think clearly. "Purifying, healer mages might be able to help..." She said as her mind began to turn, "Praying, even, might be our only salvation... But... The mare stopped her head beginning to spin a theory, "What if its an actually something that's poisoning the water, turning it red... That or what if its just a warning of what to come?" She asked shutting her eyes, praying she was wrong, "What if it foreshadows our herds blood in the water surrounding the land bridge? Or blood that will leak from this sanctioned ground into the river?" She spoke her head rising and her eyes opening to stare at the sky, "What if it shows how this war will end?" She asked at a whispering looking back at the group with fear in her eyes.
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Post by SagaWolf on Jun 5, 2015 19:02:55 GMT -5
Daemyn | Olde Herd | Rook | Word count: 339
Daemyn dragged himself along sluggishly, staying at the back of the small group for the simple reason that he couldn't bear to share words. Any who tried could only coax a few depressed grumbles and grunts out of him, making it very clear that he was in no mood for chit-chat. If his lack of replies didn’t cement this, the low hanging of his head and drooping of his ears certainly did, then again he’d been in this state of perpetual gloom ever since the battle. It was becoming increasingly difficult to wrestle him out of his silent shell.
His palomino hide twitched as his new scars itched and he struggled with the urge to nip at them or find something to rub against. They were horrible, clear, visible marks of his failure and a constant reminder. Even when he did manage to lose himself in daydreaming or pushing clouds across the sky, his scars would itch and he’d be reminded of what he was not.
The Silver Forest used to bring comfort and warmth but now he felt as if the trees themselves stood as silent judges and oh how he could almost hear their whispering voices upon the wind. His heavy brow furrowed deeply and his eyes flattened further still even as he tried to pick out those shameful words he was sure he heard. Instead it was Jediah’s voice and the tone of it prompted Daemyn into a slow trot, pulling up next to the others, yet still keeping a bit of distance.
Ears pinned forward as Daemyn’s blue eyes locked on the tainted water and he listened in silence to panic and questions. The silver river was turning red just as the pool had before. Somehow he didn’t feel quite as worried as he thought he ought to. Yes it was a terrible sign, but wasn’t it also obviously where the blame lay? Clearly the Sin of the Exiles passed through generations and he found himself bobbing his head softly, agreeing silently with Jediah’s words.
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Post by mythicalprancer on Jun 6, 2015 14:07:42 GMT -5
A flurry of voices reached the adviser's damaged ears and only caused his frown to deepen. The rook Sparowanel had spoken up first, speaking of healing the river and Jediah scoffed mildly. "It is not in our power to cure the river, we must eliminate the source that caused these unsettling changes." his turqouise eyes scanned the river with extreme focus, until the mare Janice was next to speak. She came with many questions, and Jediah had to take a moment to register and form an answer to every single one. It was his duty after all to attempt to bring rational solutions to any given situation. "It is eminent that we must pray, of course, but this is far more than a warning or poison. This issue has overstepped the threshold of a warning once it spread into our beloved Silver Wood from the praying pool. When that turned red, it was our initial warning. This... This is a sign that we failed to act upon that warning and consequences are furthering into our holy land." he glanced about the faces present with urgency, his mind still turning at the possibilities. "The blood of our own already stains the land crimson, and it is our betrayal towards the Great One himself that is bringing about these terrible effects. How could we have been so foolish as to allow them onto holy ground?!" he shut his eyes tightly with a hiss, reprimanding himself for not doing everything in his power to stop the cooperation with the Exiles.
"We must pray for forgiveness, if he finds it possible. However, first we must ensure that those traitors never touch hoof on this land again and for that... We must wade out any sympathizers who lay pity on the forsaken Southern herd. Or else, I fear we may all be doomed." his eyes opened again, an intense flow beginning to cross them as he addressed every individual present. "So tell me, members of Olde, do you pledge to speak the truth? Do you share the Compromiser's opinion of the Exiles?".
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Post by dreamlark on Jun 6, 2015 17:01:59 GMT -5
Sparowanel | Rook
Ears flickered back at the disapproval in the advisor's tone, frame seeming to shrink a bit. The young horse took a deep breath, summoning up his courage. "But that's a way to heal it! By purging the infection, you begin to heal the wound. That's what I meant, is all," Sparrow replied, trying his hardest to be taken seriously. He was a clutz, yes, he was young, yes, but he wasn't an idiot...mostly. And he did know they couldn't magically just make the river run silver again. The change had happened for a reason. Gaze shifted to the mare, from who's mouth words and questions tumbled. Praying would be needed, but that wasn't all. Words and faith alone wouldn't make this go away, he felt that in his heart. But what would? What was the cause? She was panicking, but rightly so. This was a bad omen, and his froze his own blood, to see the river running red...
Green eyes shifted back to Jediah, and his head jerked up in surprise. Did he doubt they'd speak the truth? Did he think there were some among them who were traitors? "I pledge to speak the truth, do anything else would be a sin," Sparrow announced, trying to make his voice sound as confident as possible. It wasn't that he was lying, that he he didn't believe what he was saying. But this adviser, with this incredibly intense vibe, well, he made him nervous. "I...I agree with his choices in the past, of course. The exiles were wrong, they committed crimes, they had to be punished. But I think our King was right, and some of the current exiles might be pure of heart. They may be seeking the Compromiser's forgiveness just as we are. Is that so wrong? If we can ask for it, why can't they?" the young horse asked, voice barely above a whisper as he voiced his thoughts. "But the Exiles who don't believe, who don't hold with faith or the traditions, they must be cast out once more," he finished, coat prickling with nerves as he glanced about at the other members of the party. He didn't think that was what Jediah wanted to hear...but he was compelled to speak the truth. What would happen now? Would he be labeled as a sympathizer and chased off? Or worse? A gulp was audible from the young rook's throat as he stood there, gaze darting about at everyone and to the river, then back in quick jerks. He was young, only a rook, and had no gift yet. He was useless. // WC: 438
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Post by penumbralwolf on Jun 6, 2015 17:41:21 GMT -5
Jekyll l Olde Herd l Adviser
Panic would not be their salvation. Didn't they know this? As he watched the waves ripple on the surface of the sanguine river, all the adviser could feel was a creeping dread. Something wasn't right; that he could be certain of. However, the horses shouldn't allow themselves to panic. That would be the worst remedy for this ailment. Once, this river had run clear, streaking through the glistening, enchanting woods. Now, however, it ran red with a dark omen-a foreboding prophecy that all of the mortal horses felt confounded by. Jekyll did not believe faith nor praying could fix this, to be quite honest. He would never admit that to his herd members, though. The adviser had felt an aversion to the belief in the unicorns ever since he had been mentored by his father; he had seen what the faith could do to a horse. Perhaps clinging to faith could be a good thing, but it could also cause something malignant to fester within the hearts of horses. Feeling quite neutral to the matter made Jekyll feel odd, especially since he was expected to look up to the unicorns as saviors-especially the Compromiser.
Jekyll had visited the Silver Woods several times, usually to get his mind off of things. In fact, this had become a sort of sanctuary for him by now. This sight certainly disturbed him, but he knew fairly well that praying would not do much to make these matters any better. They would have to concentrate on the problem, figuring it out with their own intelligence. They could not rely on the unicorns to save them this time, could they? "We need to find the source of what caused this, yes," the adviser muttered, his sapphire gaze glancing down into the murky depths of the once-pure stream. "I also believe that we should consider what Sparrowanel said. Perhaps their herd has committed heinous crimes before, but why would all of them be in the wrong? We can't just condemn a whole herd just because of their crimes in the past. What if there are children or mothers there?" Jekyll paused in his speech, feeling the cold, brisk wind claw at his flanks. Would they punish him for saying this? Would they dub him a traitor? Surely this was only justified, though.
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Post by midnitella on Jun 6, 2015 20:25:36 GMT -5
Nefertiti | Olde Herd | Knight | WC: 291
The olive green eyes of the knight focused on each horse as they spoke, ears flicking to each ask question as it rung out among the small group. Nefertiti rose her head slowly, as she took a step around them to see the water more clearly. Her nose wrinkled as she pulled her head back in disgust at the red flowing through the river like blood. Turning her gaze to Jediah, he mind raced with thoughts as he began to speak of the exiles and the sins of the herds. How could this be a result of their Kings kindness? Shaking her head softly as she looked back at the river, she tried to push the thoughts from her mind.
Her head perked up slowly as he asked each of them his question, her mane being carried out of her face by the breeze. Did she share his opinion? She honestly believed not all these children of sinners were all sinners too, but she wasn't sure how she should approach her opinion to the adviser. Turning quickly to Sparowanel as he seemed to speak her thoughts as they came of her mind, she nodded in agreement with him. Nef found what he spoke reasonable, nodding again as Jekyll spoke. "I agree with Jekyll, Judiah. Not all whom are Exiles commited crimes, some have been born into the herd with no choice in their fates." Her voice drifted softly like the distant ringing of bells. "Perhaps we should seek a physical source for this change in the river?" She was hesitant in her voice, but held herself confidently, to show she trusted her own judgement and believed what she said. Perhaps he would understand her ideals? For she was definitely no traitor.
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Post by elesette on Jun 7, 2015 0:34:31 GMT -5
 This is an action checkpoint. The next two people to post are pulled into the wave. This resets the posting order. The moment you see this message you must post. Enjoy 8) |
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Post by SagaWolf on Jun 7, 2015 5:24:15 GMT -5
Daemyn | Olde Herd | Rook | Word count: 491 This is an evil checkpoint to smack me with just after waking up XD
The silver waters of both the river and Prayer Pool had been locations Daemyn had treasures since he was old enough to understand their importance. To see the red in the silver's place slowly stirred that angry beast in his chest. He’d become accustomed to the hollow, stabbing feeling by now, but this time is was calmer, not a caged cat that clawed. He had his blue eyes locked on the water as the others voiced opinions, waiting for a lull in the conversation before raising his head and turning his attention to Jediah. Oh how he respected Jediah! The stallion understood the ways of the Unicorns so well and had a gift with words so that Dae understood in a way that made his spirit soar. That didn't mean he wasn’t sometimes intimidated by Jediah’s strong presence but the Adviser was after all kin to the King, so that was perhaps not so surprising. Daemyn did not notice how the water seemed to come alive as he spoke, but did feel the cold touch. It cause no panic and indeed little reaction. He was far too focused on his words and thoughts and besides, it was just water. “I would never dare to speak a false word in all my life, “ he started, raising his head high while his blue eyes shone brightly. He’d never knowingly told a lie and he never would! “My mother, bless ‘er heart, raised me better than that! But… But I did use to not believe things, even with the strongest proof. I used to believe that, perhaps, there was some good in the Bachelors, something to reason with.. “ he paused and the sneer on his face said more than a hundred words. When he started again he looked at Jediah only. ”I.. can’t say why our King did what he did, perhaps he knows more than we do. But that doesn’t change the past, that the Great One banished the thieves because of a crime. I… “Another pause and a nervous lick of his lips. He knew so many that had sympathetic hearts. Should all of them be cast out? “I… I agree with Jedi- “
Daemyn’s words were cut off abruptly as the water grabbed at his hocks?! He snorted heavily, trying to understand, mouth popping open in a question, but before he could speak water crashed down around him. He’d been so focused on forming the right words, on getting his meaning across, that he’d completely ignored the water. Now it was all around him, pulling him off of his hooves and sweeping him into it’s depths. Panic gripped his heart with ice and cut his breath! Last he had been fully submerged, the land bridge had given out under his hooves. He’d been lucky to make it back to land. Dae gave a startled cry as he broke the surface and sucked in air, kicking his legs desperately to return to solid ground. |
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Post by dreamlark on Jun 7, 2015 10:34:27 GMT -5
Sparowanel | Rook
Ears flickered forward, and the young horse seemed to unshrink slightly when the other's words filtered into his senses. Wait...the other members of their group agreed with him? He wasn't alone? He looked from one member to the other, as they all spoke, bobbing his head unconsciously. A physical source he agreed with. The Healer Mages always said there was a cause for everything, usually an outside stimulus, right? So this could be same. Not just because they had allowed a few repenting Exiles into their land. Though it seemed like a fellow Rook, Dielyn was his name, maybe, possibly...didn't agree. But that was fine, it probably aligned with what most of the herd thought about this situation. They were torn as a whole, Sparrow could see that now. There wasn't solid agreement, a solid following behind their King. Was that the choice then? Follow the great Compromiser or the King? Pick one? But the King was supposed to the show them the great one's way!
Sparowanel fretted, his tail flicking behind him, hooves feet from the water's edge. He'd only turned earlier, back to the party after he'd seen the blood red waters. He couldn't look at it anymore, had turned his face away. Eyes and attention flickered back to Jediah, for he was their current leader, their authority. "So, what do we do--" a squeak was the only remnant of that sentence, as he felt something colder than the morning air rise about his hooves. He looked down, saw only red water, and felt panic capture his heart. "What--" he could say no more, as his feet were pulled out from under him, legs flailing as he tried to grasp at land, to no avail. He heard the thud, green eyes darting to the side, to see his palomino companion also ensnared--by water?! He flailed again, a scream choked back as he felt the water rise about his sides, shoulders, up about his head and all he could see was red. He flailed again, grabbing at the stray thoughts that reminded him he had to /swim/, but this wasn't natural. Why? Why was this happening?
"Help!" Sparrow yelled desperately as his muzzle broke the surface of the water once more, and he could catch a glimpse of the bank--receding, as he was pulled along by the current.
Why was this happening?
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Post by triggerjax on Jun 7, 2015 10:58:08 GMT -5
A squeal erupted from the mare's throat as she watched her two herd-mate's be attacked by the water, pulling them to only where the Great one might know. The mare hated water but the stallions needed help! Janice began running down the bank of the river, careful not to touch the water trying to get a hold on one of them. But it seemed futile, the current was strong so she didn't know if she would be able to pull them out. "Try to keep your heads above the water, take a huge breath of air if you think it's going to take you under!" She called praying they heard her. Running down the bank she saw a low hanging branch, with a quick leap she grabbed it into her mouth and as she landed she used her wait to disconnect it from the tree. "Here, grab onto this if one of you can, please!" She yelled, albeit muffled by the branch as she held the eight foot and three inch thick branch in her mouth out into the river.
Not knowing what else to do Janice turned to pray, hoping they would be answered as the words knocked around inside her head. "Oh Great Compromiser what have we done wrong in your eyes?! Please, show us the way but not in a way that will lose two of your faithful followers! Please try and show us a sign that will show us the righteous path but in a non-violent way, please I beg of you! I know we have sinned but let us repent and make them right! We are at war, I beg of you, Great One, help us!" As she ran she repeated the small pray over and over, hoping that it would be answered.
Tears gently fell down her dark grullo face, she did not want to loose any more lives. She had already lost her foal but this religion had really saved her in making her understand that there is hope out there. But if the Great One truly wanted to hurt these two then she just might lose her faith in the end.
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Post by mythicalprancer on Jun 7, 2015 11:30:38 GMT -5
"BLASPHEMY!" Jediah's eyes had lit up in anger at the three herd member's words. How dare they defy or question the judgement of the great one! Corruption is what sent the Exiles to their rotten land, and corruption ran deep in their veins. "You think they are innocent?! You think that they are to be forgiven?! And who do you think you all are to place that forgiveness on those individuals? Your ego must be incredibly grand to think yourself more important than the Great One and take the decision of forgiveness upon yourselves!" he snapped, frustration and utter devotion to the unicorns bubbling deep within his veins and boiling to the surface. "Even if there be children between those heathens! The blood that runs though the generations is tainted with evil, and evil is all they can become! It is with good reason the Great Compromiser banished them from our lands, and it was to protect us and the faith we devote to them. NOW, I am beginning to doubt any of you should be calling yourselves true followers of the faith with your despicable pity for those criminals." he couldn't contain himself, but he was soon cut off by the sound of a huge roaring wave that matched the fierce force of his anger.
He had just enough time to register the loyal Daemyn's words, and this calmed the brewing fury incredibly. At least some of this group were honorable and devoted to the true cause of Olde. However, he and one other were soon swept away by the towering waves. Though his eyes went wide, he was in no way surprised by the judgement bestowed upon the group. So many Exile sympathizers... He darted into a gallop, feeling the stabbing pain with every stride of his torn and broken hooves. He was aiming to aid Daemyn, who had been caught in the crossfire due to the unfaithfulness of the rest of them. He was not deserving of this punishment. "There is a boulder up ahead!" he shouted, stopping next to it and grabbing the band that always held his tail together. "Swim so you do not pass it and take a hold of this!" he waved the band arching his neck and reaching as far as he could without falling in himself.
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Post by penumbralwolf on Jun 7, 2015 12:01:27 GMT -5
Jekyll l Olde Herd l Advisor
Casting a sharp glare over to the darker stallion, the other adviser, Jekyll forced himself to contain the harsh words on the tip of his tongue. How dare this fool suggest that mere colts were diabolical? If this was the place and time, and if he didn't fear getting exiled from his birth herd, then he would surely slam his hoof into this dogmatic stallion's head. "I was born into this herd," the adviser muttered, his voice low and cold. "Don't you dare doubt my loyalty. I am loyal to the King, and his word means everything to me. Sure, I don't trust the Exile Herd, but I will not stand by and let foals get hurt." What was he saying? This adviser was much closer to King Vasska than he himself was; in fact, this was the King's cousin. If anything, speaking his mind would only get him punished. Still, this wasn't the time for quarreling. Right now, they needed to pay attention to the flowing, crimson river before them..which seemed to be swelling now.
Just then, the stallion noticed the two horses getting swept into the river, instantly rushing over to the mare to help her get Sparrowanel out. It seemed as if they would be able to help Daemyn, but he needed to make sure the mare could get Sparrow out of the water. Why was this happening? Did the Great Compromiser really spite them? Still, if he would punish a loyal follower and such a young horse, then he was no merciful deity. The crimson waves seemed to claw at the ground now, carrying with them debris and branches. If the two got caught up in the aggressive tides, then they would surely be goners. "I'll help you get the rook out, if need be," Jekyll muttered to the mare, his sapphire gaze trained on the younger horse. "I won't let him be taken away...not because of our quarrels. This is a cruel way to force faith-to drag a rook into the water."
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