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Post by ponybones on Jun 5, 2015 0:40:54 GMT -5
Plot
Cain is one who keeps his promises, and thus for their assistance with the war, he sends a group down to the Southern Isle to help the Exiles take back their homeland. The mares, and their guard, are sent to assist in non-battle type activities, such as restoring the land.
Time of Day/Weather
Early Morning/Breezy
Team Captain
Ghost (Ginger-Goddess)
Team Members
Vashti
Eila
Rylynn
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-moding 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: Ghost must post first. Anyone can post after Ghost. They can post back and forth until someone else posts, when someone else posts they must be entered into the posting order. Example. Ghost Vashti Ghost Vashti Rylynn Ghost Vashti Rylynn Ghost Vashti Rylynn Eila 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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Post by gingergoddess on Jun 5, 2015 22:28:47 GMT -5
NEW Posting Order: Due to the addition of the Exiles, You can now post once every four posts. Please do not post before this as we want everyone to have a chance to post without feeling entirely overwhelmed. Thank you!  Now, Bachelors and Exiles, go forth and post!
[Ghost//Bachelor Elite//Stallion]
"... I know you would rather be off fighting a war now, but you are sensible enough to understand why you must escort the mares. I do not need any more...mishaps befalling them at the fault of those more careless."
The Bachelor King's words continued to ring in the old stallion's ears as he begrudgingly plodded along behind the mares he'd been asked to accompany. Is this really what Cain thought him to be, a glorified foal sitter? No. He knew that wasn't truly the case, but still, he couldn't help feeling that way as his brothers marched off to face the Olde herd. That was his fight, just as much, if not more, than it was theirs.
Sighing heavily, Ghost glanced around the expansive, barren, wasteland the Exiles called home, taking in every detail he could. Sure, there were some patches of grass growing in this place they called the last green land, but on horizon, ash and dust seemed to permeate the very air. Distorting vision and blocking some of the light trying to reach the surface of the once great and beautiful plains. All in all, "restoring" the land seemed like an impossible task that he and his herd mates were being forced to waste their time on. What exactly were they even expected to do here? Shaking his head in frustration, the spotted stallion addressed his small party.
"Tread lightly, this territory has been left untouched for too long. There are rumors of predators everywhere, and I do not have the time to go saving each of you from an untimely demise." He frowned slightly, unable to hide his disdain for the task at hoof. "Just do as you're told, and hopefully we can handle things here quickly and efficiently. We are here to help the Exiles restore their home and aid with other non-combat type activities. Stay close, and stay alert."
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Post by jennycallie on Jun 6, 2015 22:10:25 GMT -5
Eila | Slave Brood
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Her leg hurt.
By all the horns, she'd been given the first chance at escape (however small) in several years, and her leg hurt.
Eila stifled a sigh. She'd thought she had been keeping herself in good shape, so that she'd always be fit and ready, ready for a chance, any chance. But now here she was, with the best opportunity for flight in the foreseeable future, and her old nemesis of a club foot was flaring up.
Attempting to distract herself, the red mare swept her gaze over the barren landscape, the breeze intermittently lifting her heavy forelock from her forehead. She was not entirely grateful for the breeze; while it was cooling, it also kicked up the dust, and the mare was getting tired of blinking it out of her eyes. It wasn't an ideal choice for a fugitive, she admitted bitterly to herself as she surveyed the land. It was open and vast, and with little food and water. Not an easy terrain to tackle on her own. Eila started to worry her lower lip, then stopped; it would not do to appear so obviously worried.
And so the mare kept her decidedly neutral expression of disinterest, and pointedly avoided looking at... him. Her captor. Again, she fought an urge to lift a lip, this time in contempt. Patience, patience.
Then he was speaking for the first time in a while, and if SHE was making an effort to conceal her true thoughts, well, HE certainly was not. Disdain dripped from the scarred stallion's every word, and despite herself Eila's ears tipped backwards as his gaze flicked over her own.
Oh, she'd be staying alert, all right. But maybe, just maybe, if the stars aligned... not as she was told.
And so it was with that thought running through her mind, her heart, her very veins, that Eila adjusted her expression and met Ghost's gaze mildly, dipping her head in terse acknowledgement of his words.
Some of the stallions had very loose and fluid ideas of what counted as 'disrespect' from a mare, and could get vicious fast. Eila had no intention of letting that happen.
Not unless she already had one heck of a head-start.
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Post by songsthedeadmensing on Jun 6, 2015 22:45:17 GMT -5
The Southern Isle was the home of the visitors that had come to the Bachelor lands in search of refuge. Vashti did not understand much of the war and the situation the herds were in, the younglings mind was not mature enough to grasp the concepts of war, but she understood that the Exiles needed help. The Bachelor king, Cain, had promised to help the Exiles with restoring their lands, and he kept true to his word. Twelve weeks after the first battles, he sent a few groups to go help, and Vashti had been selected to go with one of those groups, considering the fact that she was far too young for any sort of battling.
For the majority of the travel to the Southern Isle, Vashti did nothing but complain about walking so much and bug everyone else in the group, holding a particular interest in bugging the red dun brood known as Eila. Sure, it was only morning, but that didn't hinder Vashti from being a bundle of energy. The youngling had never left the East Island in her eight years of life. And it wasn't often that she was allowed to go out exploring unless she snuck away.
When the large, scarred Elite spoke, Vashti turned to him. She tossed her head. "Okay, your majesty," she said with a quiet giggle, craning her neck to look up at him.
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Post by catwhiskerss on Jun 7, 2015 0:24:31 GMT -5
Rylynn was silent as the group slowly encroached into Exile territory, forcing her eyes to look straight ahead, and nowhere else. She refused to stop and stare at the devastated lands, she'd just make herself feel even sorrier for the Exiles; that wasn't what they were here for. Or at least that wasn't what she was here for. They had been sent by Cain to help the Exiles restore their lands in exchange for assistance in war, but the mare couldn't help but feel like this was nothing but a task to kill time. It's not like they could magically make things grow, and even if they'd could it probably take more than four horses to do so.
Suddenly the grullo mare flinched when hearing Ghost's voice, drawing herself out of thought as he did so. Stay close, stay alert. She repeated in her head, giving her ivory tail a little flick. Rylynn then gazed around at the unfamiliar lands, inwardly scolding herself for letting herself acknowledge the desolated place. Whatever, just stay alert! It was only when she told herself that did she glance over at the youngling, Vashti, with a raised brow. Though she would've liked to corrected the youngling, the grullo held her tongue and simply gave a little snort. "We must be close now, right?" She murmured, more to herself than anyone, craning her neck around hopefully for any sign of the Exiles.
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Post by gingergoddess on Jun 7, 2015 10:05:44 GMT -5
[Ghost//Bachelor Elite//Stallion]
Ghost looked around at the small group taking in each of the mares' reactions as he spoke. Both The grulla and the spotted red mare seemed to be quiet types, something the older stallion was incredibly thankful for. He could only hope that neither of them were flight risks like so many others before had been. He simply didn't have the time or energy to put up with those kind of shenanigans right now. There was a job to be done, and he had no intention of forsaking that duty to chase a couple unhappy broods around this god forsaken isle.
The stallion swung is head around as a tiny, irritating voice piped up with the words "Okay, your majesty," followed by a bout of giggling. Rolling his eyes, the stallion pinned his ears flat against his neck. "I am no king, child, but I am one of his Elite. Remember that. If you truly want to be counted amongst the stallions of this herd, I suggest you start acting like it." His voice was firm but not entirely cruel as he spoke to the young paint. She was a golden mare, a rare and coveted position amongst the broods of the herd. While her rank was one of privilege, it was also one of responsibility. She certainly had a lot to learn before becoming a scavenger or infantry horse, but then again, so did he at her age. Sighing heavily, Ghost turned his attention back to the group just in time to hear the grulla mare mutter something about being close under her breath.
"The Exiles aren't too much farther, I'm sure. Just keep a weather eye, and speak up if you see any telltale signs of them. Once we reach them, I expect you all to be on your best behavior. You are ambassadors for your herd. Remember that, and don't take it lightly. Do NOT make me regret allowing you to assist in this mission." The stallion glared down at the mares as he spoke, his gravely voice toeing the line between justifiably firm and threatening. "Now lets go." He motioned forward as he began walking once more, keeping watch for anything that seemed even remotely out of the ordinary.
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Post by jennycallie on Jun 7, 2015 14:23:12 GMT -5
Eila | Slave brood
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It was with a decidedly set expression that Eila let Vashti's words and her giggle (oh, that ridiculous, grating giggle) roll over her. If anything was a distraction from her pained leg and dismal chance of a successful escape, it was the art of not being driven past the point of reason by Vashti's constant poking and chattering.
It would have been bad enough from a normal bubbly youngling (and for a moment, Eila found her mind drifting back to her first meeting with the cheerful, vivacious Iscah, also annoying but in an endearing sort of way) but Vashti was a... golden mare. Again it was only with an effort that Eila kept her true feelings (rage, betrayal, and a trace amount of fear) hidden, and managed her blank facade step after plodding, aching step.
Keeping her head down neutrally as Ghost chastised the youngling, Eila nonetheless felt a flicker of anger and protectiveness as the huge, looming stallion let the edge of threat seep through his words to her. Ghost wasn't the most... volatile, or enthusiastic, of the stallions, but he was huge, formidable, and an Elite, and any threat, however mild and slow to bloom, was to be taken seriously. Vashti was an annoying, spotted hellion and an excuse for a mare (golden mare, indeed) but Eila would be damned if she'd let the little one be struck down simply for voicing an (annoying, trivial, pointless) opinion.
Not that Vashti seemed to mind, or even register the implicit threat beneath the scolding. No, Eila's lowered eyes instead had caught the small flinch from their other companion, Rylynn. Eila didn't know the her well, but she was a fellow mare caught in this painful, degrading life along with her and Eila felt a twinge of sympathy. She owed no allegiance to this mare, there was no true bond and if her opportunity for flight arose Eila would take to her hooves without a look back but...
Right now they were in this together.
So as Ghost spoke again, and Eila let the grey's new round of threats seemingly roll over her hide (while instead she let them ooze beneath her skin, trickling through her veins and filling the bottomless pit of seething rage and desperation in her soul, where she kept her spirit and individually desperately alive) and she cast her deceptively cool gaze across the land again, as she walked closer to Rylynn. She cocked an ear at the mare, cautiously inviting conversation.
"Have you any notion on how we," and she stressed that last word in a subtle acknowledgement of their lower than dirt status, as females, "are supposed to restore the land?" She spoke quietly, mildly, allowing only Rylynn, should the mare choose to look at her, to see the wry, sarcastic light in her yellow eyes. A rare attempt at comradeship, from the spotted mare. Eila glanced down pointedly at their hooves. "I don't feel as if I'm particularly suited to planting trees," she continued softly, again nothing in her tone hinting at disrespect, but only in her flashing gaze, turned away from Ghost and Vashti.
It was a bit of a gamble, but... Eila hadn't liked seeing the other mare cringe away from Ghost. They were in this together for the time being.
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Post by songsthedeadmensing on Jun 7, 2015 14:53:14 GMT -5
Of course paying no mind to the underlying threat in Ghost's words, Vashti stuck out her tongue and huffed. "Whatever," she replied. She looked at the broods, watching Eila and Rylynn for a moment before she picked up her feet and trotted after the Elite leading them. She held her head up high, bouncing alongside Ghost. There was trouble brewing in the younglings mind. It was without surprise that she wan't taking this task seriously. She did not have much intention on 'helping' the Exiles herself, she figured she could leave that task to the adults, for she would much rather run off and have fun playing. Perhaps there were other younglings she could find to play with. She scanned the surrounding area, looking for anything of interest. Everything seemed so boring, when were they going to find the Exiles?
She craned her neck to look up at Ghost again. "I don't want to do this," she grumbled, putting her ears back. She then looked to the two broods with them, turning herself around and walking over to the red dun. "Eilaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa," she whined, moving herself between Eila and the grullo brood, whos named she did not know. She nudged the brood on the shoulder.
Then she saw something out of the corner of her eye; a rabbit. "Oh, look! A rabbit!" with a high pitched squeal she went racing after the fuzzy creature, darting out from between the broods. She kicked out her back legs and tossed her head.
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Post by ponybones on Jun 7, 2015 19:53:01 GMT -5
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Post by RusticLass on Jun 7, 2015 21:39:01 GMT -5
[ Khala | Exile Leader ]
Dainty chestnut ears swiveled to listen to the voices of the Exiles around her, the smile remaining as she did so. It brought an infinite amount of warmth to her soul to hear how hopeful they all were for this return home. In truth, she had been terrified to come back, extremely optimistic, but horrified all the same. It had taken since the battle for her to finally realize the path that the Exiles had to take in order to reclaim their freedom. . . There was no doubt that they would have remained indebted to the Bachelors had they remained on the Eastern Island, and she was done being the pawn in other herds' games. The Exiles had been independent for centuries; there would be no stopping that now. Indeed, there would be a revival in their livelihood, especially with the return of the volatility of the land.
Oh, how she was excited to see this land in it's prime again! Green, beautiful, the training area restored, foals running across the plains. . . The mare's nostalgia was interrupted when the sound of unfamiliar voices reached her ears. With a swift turn, Khala's smile was erased, completely replaced with a fierce, guarded scowl. The breeze carried the small group's scent towards her. . . Bachelors.
"We have visitors," she murmured to her companions before pacing around them and standing directly in the path of the figures. Khala's nostrils flared when she recognized the stallion at their head, Ghost, one of his elites, and a well seasoned fighter, if the skirmish told anything about him. The draft was huge, at least in comparison to her. Khala's smaller size rarely bothered her, but when it came to times like this. . . she wished she were at least slightly more intimidating.
The leader's hard, golden gaze turned to the others following behind him, and it was quickly apparent that Ghost was the only male in their midst. . . hmm. This didn't seem at all normal. . . Khala walked forward to meet them head-on, calling towards them to close the remaining yards. "Hail, Bachelors," came her echoing words. "What news have you from the North?"
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Post by gingergoddess on Jun 7, 2015 22:41:48 GMT -5
[Ghost//Bachelor Elite//Stallion]
Ignoring the youngling's disregard for authority, the great grey stallion snorted softly as he walked, glancing back at the other appaloosa as she spoke. "Have you any notion on how we are supposed to restore the land? I don't feel as if I'm particularly suited to planting trees."
Ghost stopped briefly, mulling over the brood's question. In all honesty, he wasn't really sure how they could help. He did know the Exile's would have the answer though. "Just do whatever the Exiles ask. Whether it's planting trees or watching younglings while the Exiles work their magic. We're here to fulfill a promise, and that's what we are going to do." His gruff voice had an edge of irritation to it as he spoke. Ghost just wanted to get this whole mess done and over with.
As he continued along with his small party, he heard an un-natural squeal come from the filly before she took off like lightning chasing after some small fuzzy creature. Really? Ghost thought, aggravation boiling beneath the surface. He did NOT have time for this kind of tom foolery. "Get back here!" He shouted, watching for a moment as she ran about the field chasing the poor creature. He was about to call to her again when he heard the sound of horses approaching.
"Hail, Bachelors. What news have you from the North?"
Head held high, Ghost stepped forward to greet the chestnut chimera who had addressed them. "We are here to fulfill the promise our leader, Cain, has made to you and aid you in restoring and reclaiming your homeland." He paused, glancing at the small party with the young lead mare before returning his cool gaze back to her. She was bold, and had an air of strength about her that Ghost took note of. Her herd at least seemed to believe she was worthy of respect, and though she was a brood, she had proven to be a competent leader and warrior during the last battle. "My party isn't much suited for combat, but I'm sure there's something we can help with." He quickly glanced back at the mares who had been chosen to join him in this task, taking note of Vashti as she sped around the field like a spitfire. Turning to face the Exiles once more he continued. "We are at your service, for the time being that is." He nodded his head slightly in a minor show of respect as he awaited a response. He only hoped the broods would be cooperative.
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Post by RusticLass on Jun 7, 2015 22:49:41 GMT -5
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fediarwoods
Exile Herd 
I'm hungry for you my love, so come out and rescue me. Love is just not enough in this war of needs.
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Post by fediarwoods on Jun 8, 2015 2:36:03 GMT -5
MAORI | EXILES | MEDIC
As she followed Khala in the expectation for another speech, telling them what the plan was for the destroyed lands that were finally on the road for recovery, they got interrupted by voices and noises in the distance. With her one good, bright brown eye she followed Khala's head turn and focusses on the small herd of horses that was coming their way. As soon as the reality hit her she pressed her ears against her skull. She didn't dislike the Bachelors as much as she did with Olde, but oh did they have a bad name in her mind. They were brutes, for on taking her leader and not minding their own business. Their stay at the land of the Bachelors had been, for in her eyes no reason, an expensive stay and she still blamed them heavily for taking away Cael in the moment of heat of needing her. And than expecting them to fight for them... no wonder why they were so greedy in paying their debts.
She kept a close eye on Khala, knowing that if they were to take action in any way, it was coming from Khala and that hint could be small. Now that they were approached by Bachelors, she was even more relieved they had the big, dark stallion with them. She could take somewhat care for herself, but not when it came to big stallions that were almost twice her size. She could be hopeful, but she had to stay realistic.
It was to her relieve to see the small Bachelor group consisted out of but only one Bachelor stallion. A big one at that, but only one. She was a bit bewildered at the sight of only two mares accompanying him. Where it was at first relieve that filed her, it was now more suspicion that filled her. The brute Bachelors that were to repay a debt? That were really here to help them out, with no strings attached? It stunk.
But Khala was a good leader and she truly believed in her knowledge and insight. She had faith in her leader and so she stood behind her, her head held high while she watched the Bachelors approach them, her ears still pinned backwards, still on guard for that anything could happen.
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Post by wistfullydreaming on Jun 8, 2015 3:56:00 GMT -5
Cholena | Exiles | Scout
The mare was slightly weary of the island, and slightly of the unfamiliar horses she was banded with. Although she felt safe with her leader delegating their little group, the unknown made her anxious. But she was safe now, her hooves and those of her daughter's had reached the island safely. Lena had set out slightly before their group to help Dawne across the land bridge; she didn't want to hold anyone up, but her filly came first, especially since the journey would be troublesome for her. Crossing the bridge went a lot smoother than the mother could've hoped, and she led her daughter by the ribbon around her neck, and at the time, she simply held it between her teeth. Now that they had joined up with the group, she had asked, albeit a little shyly, for someone to tie the ribbon around her own neck so she could lead Dawne safely through the terrain.
"Is it the place I have never seen, is it lovely there.?" The little filly asked cheerfully, Lena's heart singing with pride at how strong her baby girl was. She was so optimistic, so kind, and yet, so blissfully unaware of the horrors of the world.
"Yes, Dawne," the mare nickered softly, nudging her neck playfully, "We're here; however, it's not lovely, not yet. The land was swallowed by fire, and it left everything black. That's why we're here, Dawne, so we can help restore everything to how it was before the fires."
Lena had never been so happy to be on an island in all her life. Oh how she missed this island, and she wished she never left. When she first arrived to the bachelor island, it stole her heart with its beauty, but it's herd turned it ugly. The whole land was tainted there, and it was even more so than the blackened, barren island that was beneath her feet now. She sighed, huffing some ash away from her lips. But, as she did so, the other two in there group spoke to each other, they're excited, determined voices lifting her own spirits. She may be a stranger, but they were her family now, and this was was her home just as much as theirs.
Smiling, Lena lifted her head, scanning the area. As much as she wanted to recognize the landscapes, everything was distorted; trees and major land features were destroyed beyond recognition in most areas, but some places seemed vaguely familiar even now. Looking at Dawne, Lena smiled.
"Mama met papa here," the mare said, reminiscing about that day, and she almost thanked those grass beasts that attacked her and allowed her to meet the stallion she would soon call her husband.
However, her small story was cut short. They had visitors.? Is that was Khala had just said.? Certainly it must be another group scouting the lands, but her thoughts were immediately shut down. A sickeningly familiar scent reached her nose, eyes locking on the group that Khala went to greet with a harsh eye and authoritative tongue. But the conversations were drowned out as the ex-brood stared at the Bachelors in front of her. Would Ghost recognize her.? Would the mares she lived with.? Would they hate her.? Would this stallion use his position as an Elite to steal her back.?
"No..." She whispered, hardening her gaze to one of hate, one she was never known to wear; her body instinctively standing between her filly and the band they were supposed to work with. Slowly, she looked to the other horses among them, nickering to the pair softly behind Khala, "Please, Sev, Maori...if anything happens to myself, please do me a favor as a mother; save Dawne, always save Dawne."
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poedogs
Bachelor Herd 
New Foalie on the way
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Post by poedogs on Jun 8, 2015 13:34:53 GMT -5
Mother had tied the ribbon around her neck and Dawne felt happy to pull about just a little bit, feeling slightly guilty for yanking so much on the land bridge, hopefully Mamma still had her pearly white teeth. Dawne would've felt horrible if she'd hurt her mother.
"Who's that!" Dawne's ears pricked up and caught the far off voices, probably only over the slope they were on. Then Khala's piercing voice called out,
"Hail, Bachelors, what news have you from the North?" Dawne felt her ears perk up. Oh, she remembered Snake, Niya, and Ebony. Oh Ebony had treated her like a Lena treated Dawne. If Dawne were too young to remember Lena clearly Ebony probably would have just scooped her right up and taken her to the herd.
"Mamma! It's the Bach–" Her voice was cut off by her mother's sudden step forward and in front of Dawne, the whisper of her voice simply slipping past Dawne's grey fuzzy ears. She was talking to two other horses about something she obviously found too important but too scary for the little filly to hear. Dawne stepped away from Lena and took a step forward, poking her head out from the bulk of the horses so that it faced directly at the newcomers.
"Hey! I remember you guys!" She smiled brightly her forelock flopping out of her face.
"You're herd lands were quite pretty when I saw them. Are you here to make ours pretty too?!" The filly said ecstasy pouring from her voice and features. If she still had pretty blue eyes, they ould be alight with excitement right about now.
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