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Post by elesette on Jun 2, 2015 18:33:16 GMT -5
 Welcome to Olde Plot 005 : Our Fortress
Plot:
The Oracle Eiru has had another vision. She predicted that the exiles would come, and they did.
Now she swears that if the ice bridge is not broken - all evil will infiltrate the Olde Isle.
She says that whether the king like it or not - you and your team must break the icey land bridge he created.
Will you make it in time? Is this the right thing to do? Time of day: Late Night Weather: Cold and Windy, Feels like it might snow Team Captain:Eiru (RusticLass) Team Members:
Synnove Ganymede Araphine 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: Eiru must post first. Anyone can post after Eiru . They can post back and forth until someone else posts, when someone else posts they must be entered into the posting order. Example. Eiru Syn Eiru Syn Eiru Ganymede Syn Eiru Ganymede Syn Araphine Eiru Ganymeede Syn Araphine  |
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Post by RusticLass on Jun 5, 2015 9:46:56 GMT -5
Posting Order:
Eiru
Synnove
Ganymede
Araphine
[ Eiru | Oracle of Olde ]
The vision still filled her mind.
She could see them, the creatures with glowing eyes, stallions, mares, saturated with evil.
Their purpose was clear. She could feel it. The hate, the anger, the madness that consumed all of their consciousnesses.
Eiru's eyes widened as she stared across the land bridge to the island that lay beneath them, they were coming, there was no doubt in her mind. The King had ordered her not to do it, to leave the land bridge there for their use and purposes, but she could not do it. . . No! She could not for her herd! If they were to survive what was coming, they had to. . . she had to.
Turning to the horses standing not far away from her, the Oracle fixed them with her mystifying gaze. "We haven't much time," she murmured, still half-way in a trance state as her gift slowly let go of her consciousness. "Come, let us move, we have work to do my friends, come, come!" In her fervor the words came tumbling off of her lips faster than she could control them. Before waiting for a response, Eiru was heading in the direction of the icy bridge, her robes tossing in the chilly wind.
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Post by uniskorne on Jun 5, 2015 19:21:40 GMT -5
[Synnove | Olde Knight]
Dread clenched the grey mare's chest as she turned to gallop beside the black-draped oracle. Something was horribly wrong. The Silver River turning red was proof enough of that, but the very air tingled with terrible anticipation. Like a storm, unseen, building on the horizon. She swallowed a knot in her throat. Did she dare ask? Would giving voice to her fear give this invisible menace power?
"What is coming, Oracle? What plagues us?" she asked in a strangled whisper. Then, looking about and uttering a silent prayer to the Unicorns, she dared. "Are the Unicorns punishing us?"
There. She had said it and it sent cold rivulets down her spine. But, it could not be so-! The Olde Herd had fought a righteous and glorious war in the Unicorns' honor, defeating an ancient enemy upon their own land! The Olde had won, which, alone, proved their cause a righteous one!
But, is there a price for so much blood spilled in anger? A small voice asked in Synnove's heart. Another thought seized her mind and nearly stole the breath from her body.
Could those heathen Exiles summon some dark force to avenge their dead?
"Oh, Unicorns, no-!" Synnove breathed as she watched the Oracle for an answer.
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Post by swaggalatte on Jun 5, 2015 20:30:03 GMT -5
[Ganymede | Olde Follower]
As the Olde Oracle frantically spoke, confusion and adrenaline coursed through the grulla mare. There was no mistaking the urgency of Eiru's commands, but the slight slurring of words concerned Ganymede. The oracle was not giving herself time to think. Think about what, the mare could not be sure. Ganymede decided that she would follow her, of course, trying to figure out what exactly it was that was happening. Before she had the opportunity to ask, Synnove had already asked the question blaring in her mind.
"Yes, what is happening? Why would they do this?" Ganymede questioned, thinking about the river, flowing like a tide of death. Was this meant to make us feel guilty? Was the river a symbol for all of the lives taken on the East Island? Multitudes of theories and possible solutions bubbled into her mind, but she could not answer them for certain.
Ganymede's hooves thundered over the grasses, but she still did not miss the other mare's question. Were the unicorns punishing us? What horrors took place on the Bachelor territory that would cause such a thing to happen? Why would the unicorns despise us so?
"Where are we going, Eiru? What was it that you saw?" Her words were slightly panicked, and she had to say them very loudly to make sure that she had actually asked them.
Word Count: 288
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Post by prismarines on Jun 6, 2015 12:05:37 GMT -5
[ Araphine | Olde Follower ] Araphine followed the trio, her hooves pounding the earth almost in time with her erratic heartbeat. She'd said nothing so far on their journey, though her eyes were wide with both fear and curiosity, a longing to know what was happening. Her mind was a whirling blur, moving too quick even for her to focus on. She inhaled deeply in an attempt to control her thoughts, but it was no use - her mind leaped from one conclusion to the next, leaving her no time to contemplate any one possibility. She couldn't believe that the unicorns would punish them, though the river running red seemed to imply otherwise. She bit her lip, craning her neck to see Synnove's face better when she spoke. Her question caused Araphine to stumble, though she quickly regained her footing. Had they all been thinking the same thing? She still said nothing, simply allowing the theory to fester in her mind like a wound. How could Olde deserve to be punished - their cause was a righteous one, wasn't it? It wasn't as if they were slaughtering anyone in their sleep, or without reason... right? The spotted mare shook her head vigorously, adding her voice into the mix: "Eiru, we're all in grave danger, aren't we...?" Her voice trailed into silence, for she believed she knew the answer. She was fairly certain that Synnove and Ganymede knew the answer, as well. With another nervous shake of her head and a hard swallow, Araphine fell back into silence. [ 253 | Word Count ]
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Post by uniskorne on Jun 8, 2015 9:23:35 GMT -5
((I'm new to this. Is it my turn or Eiru's?))
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Post by RusticLass on Jun 8, 2015 11:42:09 GMT -5
Posting Order: Eiru
Synnove
Ganymede
Araphine
[ Eiru | Oracle of Olde ]
The Oracle remained in her trance-like state for a moment longer, and then the questions registered. . . What had she seen, they asked. What was coming?
Eiru slowly came to a halt, turning to look her herd-mates in the eyes, a faint glow still resting over her teal. "My vision has become clear to me, so very clear. . ." her voice softly faded. Closing her eyes, she drew in a breath, remembering what Vasska had told her not a day before when she expressed her concern for what was coming from the South- the river running red, these visions becoming clearer and clearer to her.
Something dangerous was coming their way, and she could only draw one conclusion as to where it gave birth. "The Exiles are going to come for us," she told them, her reservations of sharing her visions faded into the background now. "The unicorns have granted me this vision that I might be able to stop it from coming to fruition. We have an obvious task before us. . . we must break the ice that has connected our islands. The heathens of the South cannot be allowed to pass into our land! It is up to us to stop them. . . for if we do not, I fear that we will loose everything we managed to win." With those ominous words, she turned to again face the Southern most tip of their Island, ears pricking in that direction.
"We haven't much time-" she murmured madly, staring back at her followers. "They are coming."
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Post by uniskorne on Jun 8, 2015 15:01:00 GMT -5
[Synnove | Olde Knight]
The cold that had shot down Synnove's spine now tore its way down to her hooves, threatening to collapse her legs under her. The Exiles were coming! She was not afraid of them, specifically--Eiru could have said rabid Quiverbacks were coming and it would have had the same affect--what she was frightened of the was the prospect of war. She had missed out on the last war because she and Geordan had thought she was pregnant, but she would have no such pretext this time. The last altercation between Exiles and Olde had taken her husband from her, and, although she had found herself in that unfortunate freedom, it had brought to painful prominence the briefness of life and the realization of her own mortality.
It was not a subject she cared to entertain.
"...we must break the ice that has connected our islands..."
The Oracle's other words snapped the grey mare from mental paralysis. She resumed her pace beside the light-colored mare.
"Break the bridge? Is that even possible?" she demanded. "The bridge is a creation of magic--can mere physical force destroy it? Or will we have need of more magic?"
Even as she asked this, the Knight scolded herself for sounding ignorant. Ice was ice, yes? Just because magic had been utilized to create it did not mean that it was, itself, magical. Her mind wasn't thinking straight. Her head swam with multiple scenarios of how the Exiles would be there, already prepared for an assault, and how her tiny group of frantic souls would be nothing but a blade of grass in the way of the bloodthirsty avalanche of invaders. There would be no honor in their defeat. Conversely, her mind played dizzy scenarios where they broke the bridge just as the snarling Exiles approached, and the band of Oldes would cheer as the enemy gnashed their teeth and pawed the ground futilely from the other side. The honor in this would be great; the accolades unending. Reality came to the fore, though, and reminded her of a third option: the combatants would be simultaneously doing battle while attempting to destroy the bridge. The stronger horses would have to confront the attackers while the others tended to the bridge, unable to lend any other form of support.
A lightning-like realization drove all other thought from Synnove's mind:
There is a very real chance that I will be trapped on the Exile's side.
Synnove felt her eyes moisten a little but she squeezed them shut hard and tossed her head viciously. This was how the enemy would win! Not with sharp hooves or terrible numbers; not by incredible strategy or tactical supremacy. They would win by exploiting any weakness in the hearts of these brave horses-! She made a vow to the Unicorns right then that she would not be weak. If she fell, it would not be due to a faint heart, and, if she fell, she swore to do so with spiteful laughter upon her lips.
Let my levity pierce their souls and tear down the walls of their awful resolve!
This, she vowed.
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Post by swaggalatte on Jun 9, 2015 21:28:15 GMT -5
As the oracle slowed, Ganymede did as well, her expression blatantly displaying her concern. The emotion only deepened with the mare's words, and was skewered with a shock of fear. Trickles of apprehension melted through her body, trapped with a held breath. The Exiles? Coming here? Ganymede's heart raced, and she could hardly stand. The Olde could not survive a raid from their onslaught. Not after the confrontation with the Bachelors. Not after so many lost lives.
The grulla mare finally remembered to breath after the rest of Eiru's words. There was hope for the ancient herd, after all. How could she forget? The group gathered before her may not be very large, but there was no doubt that there could be others that would follow. The destruction of the ice bridge was the only opportunity that they had. They would also have to act quickly if they expected to be able to beat the aggressing Exiles, especially if they were coming in large numbers.
Ganymede's hooves were already shifting her towards the southern end of the island, anticipation making her anxious. We must make haste. She followed the oracle's gaze to the southern part of the island, one of her curled ears pointed towards whomever was speaking. She tried to listen, but primarily ended up focusing more on possible plans of action. They would arrive at the bridge, hopefully, with more equines than were currently present and before the vagabond Exiles arrived, and have the large magically created ice structure ahead. Together, the members of Olde that attended would shatter it in an attempt to keep the assailants at bay.
At Synnove's words, Ganymede's tapered head swiveled back towards Eiru. The grey mare did bring up a valid point. Would they even be able to destroy the bridge? Her ears pinned back fearfully at a sudden thought.
"And what about our King? What will he think of this?"
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Post by prismarines on Jun 13, 2015 22:54:51 GMT -5
[ Araphine | Olde Follower ]
Araphine, too, slowed to a halt as the others did, her ears pinned back only slightly, mirroring the fear in her eyes. The Oracle's words wound themselves around her heart like an icy chain, tightening every time she told them something new about their "task", threatening to strangle her in their chilling grasp. She took a deep breath and closed her eyes, fighting to remain calm. Fear and panic would not make the situation better... but Araphine was NOT a fighter. She was not cut out to fight - she was more of the "run and hide and pray that nothing happens" type. Hearing that the Exiles were coming knocked the air out of her lungs, and she stared at the trio with wide eyes. She said nothing - and honestly, she wasn't sure that she could speak if she wanted to.
The suggestion - or, command, rather - that they must break the ice bridge lifted a little of the weight from her chest, but it was quickly replaced with doubt. What if they weren't there in time? She was sure that, if it came down to it, she would stand her ground and fight for her herd, but she had a hard time believing that she'd defeat anyone in battle, much less an Exile. The thought of death made her shudder, and she quickly erased the image from her mind.
And besides, what would the King think? He had created that bridge - shouldn't he be the one deciding whether or not to tear it down? It seemed to her that they were going to be in trouble either way - on one hand, they faced certain destruction by the Exiles; on the other, the wrath and anger of their King and their herd. She opened her mouth to voice her concerns, but Ganymede beat her to it. She nodded in agreement, turning her gaze back to Eiru.
"Yes, what of our King? We won't be punished for this... will we? I suppose we'll be punished either way, but... are you sure this is our only course of action?"
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Post by queerly on Jun 18, 2015 14:59:41 GMT -5
Eiru stood paralyzed as the questions washed over her. As before, it took several seconds for them to register, to draw her out of whatever horrors she'd envisioned... or simply fathomed from madness. Her copper ears tilted backwards, listening, and then she turned, settling her softly glowing gaze on Synnove. "Magic..." She breathed, pupils dilating. "Yes, the bridge was born of strong magic. The unicorns favored our King that day... but it is still ice!" She stamped a hoof as her voice raised several octaves, cracking on a note of hysteria. "And ice can be broken!"
She fell quiet then, exhaling in a long, soft hiss. Her legs were shaking, and it was not from the cold. "Our King will understand." She whispered. Yes, Vasska would be angry, but when the unicorns smiled on them and the silver river ceased to bleed, he would understand. Eiru was sure of it.
The mare half-reared, teal robes billowing in the wind. "Hurry!" She barked, boxing the air with her hooves. "We must go now! Every moment that we waste is another moment that our enemy draws closer! If they reach the landbridge..." She touched down again, choking on fear. "We will all be lost."
With a flick of her tail, Eiru was off, racing across field. The terrian quickly gave way to sand and seagrass, the smell of the ocean filling her desperately flared nostrils. The landbridge was a silver thread on the ink-black sea, glimmering and frightfully cold. Eiru's hooves disturbed fresh tracks as she crossed the beach. Some were going and some were coming. It was impossible to tell if all had returned, but it did not matter. Eiru had seen the Queen that evening, and it was only Blossom who they could not afford to lose. Though it pained her, any other herd members remaining on the Eastern Island were ultimately expendable. How could she justify their lives against the lives of the entire herd? She could not, and so it was with a heavy, frantic heart that she leapt on to the landbridge.
"To the center!" She cried, looking back over her shoulder. "We will work backwards from there! Once you reach it, put everything that you have into destroying the bridge!"
She turned forwards again, and whispered for only her ears to hear. "Compromiser guide our actions this night."
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Post by uniskorne on Jun 18, 2015 17:21:12 GMT -5
[Synnove | Olde Knight]
Synnove put on the speed to keep up with the Oracle. She didn't notice the change of terrain from packed dirt to loose sand until years of conditioning kicked in, collapsing her back legs under her. The grey mare slid to a halt before her hooves touched the ice, eyes wide and a strangled acclamation escaping her mouth.
Crossing the land bridges is punishable by death, thou will not cross unless it will save thy life.
She snorted angrily at herself and forced herself forward, but, as she neared closer to the bridge, sickening fear and shame commandeered her senses. Her head whipped her gaze from the silvery ribbon, turning her body fully away from the thing. She couldn't do it! Maybe the King would understand, but what if he didn't? This wasn't a question of if she was willing to die for her kingdom. Of that, she had no reservations. No, this was a case that seemed to demand her to choose between loyalty and action. Could they not save their lands and herd without touching the bridge? She already knew the answer.
The others were coming to a halt now, their expressions as varied as their coats. They were Followers. The Oracle may cry out alarm, forecast doom, and demand action, but they would look to a Knight for guidance. Synnove stomped the ground with her big hooves. They would look to her to make the first move, and she would be responsible for their lives.
"We will all be lost."
The words echoed through the Knight's mind and heart. What was three lives compared to a whole herd? But, how could she possibly condemn even three lives? Synnove's head felt light, fraught with anxiety. The lines of Fate were converging and she could only choose one path, and neither of those paths were going to be simple or bloodless. She was aware of every breath they took and the blood flowing in their veins. She was painfully, keenly conscious of the life about her, within her. She was mindful that it could all very well end by nightfall. She set her jaw and decided.
"Follow me!" Synnove whinnied, rearing as tall as she could and tossing her mane. She turned and pointedly smashed her hoof onto the ice as she landed. Though another chill
raced through her body, this time, its cause wasn't fear. The Oracle was right, this was just ice. "For our herd in the Name of Our King!" she neighed, heading for the center.
Yes, she realized she was being a touch over-dramatic, but she felt it was duly justified at this point. Her words would be remembered regardless of whether they were used as her eulogy, commendation, or condemnation. She hoped they inspired courage in the Followers. She hoped it would speed their progress.
She hoped they wouldn't be her last words...
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Post by swaggalatte on Jun 18, 2015 19:02:51 GMT -5
At Eiru's harshness, Ganymede could not help but take a step back, lowering her head with her ears pinned back fearfully. There would be no other options for this small group. They could wait for the Exiles to come and destroy their entire herd, or they could simply risk their own lives and reputations in order to protect everyone. At least for the time being. There was always a chance that the Southerners would return once the real land bridges came back. Or they could swim. Ganymede shivered at the thought.
the grulla mare did not hesitate to follow once the Oracle began to run to the beach. She would not be the one known as "the mare who ran away". Sure, she may be shunned by the King, who lived as the judge, the jury, and the executioner, but the herd members would understand. They would know that it was the greater good. The four mares would be renowned as the ones who saved the Olde.
The change from soil and grass to sand threw off her running cycle, and she nearly fell to the ground. She easily regained her balance, but not without cursing her thin physique. Despite those who said she was beautiful, she was weak. A sliver of concern entered her thoughts. What if I am not strong enough to break the ice? What if I injure myself because of my weakness? She would at least try.
She had slowed slightly because of her stumbling, so she had enough time to see the rose grey Knight halt just before the ice bridge. Ganymede knew that she was questioning this. A knight was an esteemed rank. They were breaking a rule. Ganymede felt a few hesitations herself. She looked at Synnove, awaiting her instruction. The grey mare's decision was most likely the final nail in the coffin. If she continued to destroy the bridge, Ganymede would as well. If a knight could break a law for the safety of her herd, then the young Follower could.
Synnove reared, and adrenaline filled the grulla mare. They were destroying the bridge. They ran to its center, and Ganymede reared, bringing her hooves down heavily. She would not be as effective as Synnove or Araphine, but she was at least cracking it. A piece broke off of the edge, and she squealed in anger as she brought her hooves down. Her actions were quick, yet precise. She did not want to have any chance to second guess herself. Let the adrenaline take over. She angrily slammed her hooves on the bridge, reluctantly thanking the unicorns for her father's brutish personality.
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Post by prismarines on Jun 18, 2015 22:26:54 GMT -5
Araphine flinched at Eiru's words, the frown on her face deepening with each word the Oracle spoke. She could almost physically feel the fear and desperation in the mare's voice, and that only tightened the icy hands gripping the spotted mare's chest, threatening to suffocate her. She inhaled deeply in an attempt to calm herself down, and, though it worked slightly, it did little to assuage her fears and uncertainties. Neither did the Oracle's words.
Our King will understand...
She shuddered, suddenly hyper aware of how chilly the air was. That, coupled with the fear that permeated the air like polluted smoke, left the spotted mare a shivering mess. She was startled when the others took off, and she scrambled after them, her head low and her eyes wide as her hooves smashed against the terrain. She felt the grass become sand beneath her hooves, and the telltale salt-tinged scent of the seawater found its way into her nostrils. The scent was almost calming for a moment as she recalled her love for the sea, but that was shattered almost instantly as the fluttering sensation in her chest reminded her why they were there. Her eyes fell upon the land bridge and her heart began to pound as they slowed to a halt. She stood, exhaling softly, her eyes fixed upon the ice on front of them.
Araphine looked to Synnove, Ganymede, Eiru, anyone for guidance. She was still uncertain that this was the right decision, but there was no turning back now. The other three - she assumed - had made up their minds, and she had no choice but to follow their lead. She scraped the ground nervously with her hoof, and she felt as if the icy wind was blowing straight through her. She shivered again, squinting her eyes against the wind. She turned as Synnove began the destruction, and suddenly, Araphine felt warmth coursing through her veins. She followed suit, rearing and striking out with a hoof as she fell.
"Yes, for our King! For our herd!" She whinnied, tossing her head as she reared again. She suddenly felt that she was no longer a Follower; she felt as if she were a Knight, and the thought made her feel powerful. She struck the ice again, and began to feel it chipping away beneath her hooves. A grin split her lips for the first time since they began her excursion, and she slammed the ice again. The four of them would be known from here on as the ones who saved the Olde herd, the ones who stopped the Bachelors; that thought settled into her heart, and it empowered her, giving her determination and a desire to fulfill their task that she had not expected. There was a fire in her heart, and she doubted that anything could extinguish it.
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Post by queerly on Jun 19, 2015 14:39:14 GMT -5
For our Herd, in the Name of the King. Eiru echoed in her private thoughts.
Vasska would not appreciate their efforts, not at first. He would be angry. Furious! But he did not see, not as Eiru could. He did not see the evil marching upon the landbridge, could not taste the plague blowing on the southern winds. He was not blessed with visions of their beloved herd scattered across the snowy fields, their coats painted in shades of crimson and scarlet. The crows feasted well in her visions, growing fat on horse flesh, the blood dripping from their beaks.
But those visions would not come to pass. She would not let them. The birds would go hungry that winter, and her people would grow strong in their place. Vasska could punish her for it, could execute her, drown her, burn her! She would bow at his hooves and take whatever punishment he deemed fit, but one day... one day, he would know what she and three brave mares had done. He would know that they had saved them.
The Oracle galloped with wild abandon, silk robes lashing in the wind and her eyes softly aglow. Her hooves pounded the ice and tore deep, frosty gauges when she slid to a halt at the center. She stood still as she waited for the others to catch up, and watched with approval as they began to break apart the ice, pounding with hard hooves.
The first snowflake alighted on her forehead, tearing her attention skywards as the first soft flurry began to fall, spiraling on the high winds. Eiru's heart lurched into her throat. "We must hurry..." The oracle whispered. If the weather took a turn for the worst... if it became a blizzard while they were here, more than a mile from the shore... "Hurry!"
Eiru reared, and brought down her hooves with all the force her small stature could muster, ice fracturing beneath them.
The Oracle Speaks: Hey guys! RusticLass is really busy with her personal life so I'm officially taking over Eiru for this plot. You should all contact me on skype if you have it so we can keep up with each other. My username is starliecake :D
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