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the fighter still remains [sneak meeting] - Rexanna - 04-25-2016
Tagging those who are sneaks and those interested! FORGIVE ME FOR THOSE I PROBABLY FORGOT. Anyone's welcome, foals included who want to learn some stuff! You have one week to reply. Round two of posting will begin on May 1st! :) @Albrecht @Fiachra @Prometheus RE: the fighter still remains [sneak meeting] - Fiachra - 04-26-2016 fiachra Home, where I wanted to go, And nothing else compares.
She had wandered Helovia and every corner of the Basin, it seemed. The excitement and happiness of having a place to belong had yet to wear off, but she still felt restless. She belonged, yes, but she was still useless. She needed a job. She needed a purpose. She had, in her life before her years of roaming aimlessly, always had an occupation. When she was a foal, she had been a student, an apprentice. When the raiders had taken her away, she had quickly become one of them. She had even been put in charge of a small party of bandits once, for a short time. Now, she just... existed. She existed among equines she didn't know or where she came from, and who couldn't possibly understand her or her customs. She whiled away the hours and the days, poking her nose into every crevice of the Basin, hoping someone would give her something to do. A job or a task, no matter how small. Thieves, she herd the call. Her ears honed in on the voice in the distance and she lifted her head in that direction. And those of you interested in joining, the beckoning went on. She recognized that voice. It was Rexanna, the mare that had first welcomed her into this snowy land. The pretty mare with the golden chains that traced her frame. Fiachra smiled, remember the mare speaking at the herd meeting, entreating her herd mates to join the ranks of the thieves. She had almost forgotten, wallowing instead in her own boredom and feelings of uselessness. Picking up an easy trot, Fiachra headed in the direction of the call, towards the center of the Basin. As the delicate golden frame of Rexanna came into view, Fiachra lowered her head in greeting, holding her horns lower than the higher-ranked mare. She hated to be rude or disrespectful, and still she was a little unclear on the manners or this land. "Rexanna," she greeted, a cheerful smile upon her face. "How are you?" She wondered what had caused the mare's decision to call them forward now. Rexanna stood tall before her, but she appeared a bit worn down despite that. "I would like to express my interest in joining the ranks of Basin Thieves." "Talk." RE: the fighter still remains [sneak meeting] - Albrecht - 04-27-2016 “For a sneak,” He hisses, lumbering out of the dreary abyss of mud and half melted snow that is the Basin on this late Frostfalls morning, “You’re awfully fond of flashy displays.” His usual cheer at finding himself surrounded by mares is lacking impact today, worn down by the incongruencies in names, duties, and actual behavior of these so-called ‘stealth’ ranks. Just recently he watched in confusion (though it had been a brief and passing emotion amid the more compelling interests of the time) as their very own head Thief introduced herself by name and rank to a warrior of another herd and now she chooses to gather her spies in the least covert way imaginable, shouting invitations and setting off gaudy magical displays. What a joke. “Maybe we could try a bit harder at secrecy? Not throwing full names around, for example?" The blacks weathered face turns pointedly toward the purple-haired mare – the singer, he remembers – one brow raised in both question and accusation. Amateurs, he inwardly scoffs, but holds out hope that there are others both equally annoyed at the state of things and with more damned sense in their heads yet to appear in this half-assed meeting. Surely the brindled mare he encountered at the borders or even the reddish colored, speckled stallion he glimpsed conversing with Rexanna near the end of the herd meeting will bring a sorely needed seriousness to the tone of proceedings. It's a sad day in Shits-ville when the resident old geezer is more capable at something than well, anyone, really. No wonder their glowering Lord Deimos seems so disappointed all the time; He's not impossible to please, just surrounded by mediocrity. OOC // Tagging a few more characters with sneak ranks. @Rhiannon @Lothiriel @Prometheus RE: the fighter still remains [sneak meeting] - Prometheus - 04-28-2016 Prometheus
‘Did you hear that?’ How could I not? Through the dimness of our cave, I can see your bright eyes narrow at the bite of my mental voice, hear the low, throaty growl that slithers through bared fangs as you rise. On large paws you come over, resting to sit not far from where I lay. Abruptly your fire magic ignites along your shoulders and back, orange flames flickering to light up the darkness, casting playful shadows across your beastly face. The flames are close enough to touch—I could feel their heat, perhaps, if I was capable in this deadened body. ‘Are we going to heed her call?’ I lift my head, tattered ears slanting forward before my mouth twists into a leer, fetid lips cracking and rotten blood oozing down my chin. Of course, brother. I shift, the sound of bones grinding against bones creaking through the winter air, knobby knees and cracked hooves groaning to support my weight as I rise. We must play obedience for a little while, in order to gain power for eternity. My ghastly smile deepens, revealing foul milk teeth; but you already know that. You are far more patient than I; you have honed that fire of my impatience, directing it only where we might burn those who oppose us, torture and eliminate those who doubt us. You have taught me well. ‘Thank you, brother.’ Exhaling a wet, rattling breath, I call upon the heat of my magic. I feel the flare spark across my body, transforming death that it might hide behind the silken guise of beauty. It is strange to tower over you as I do now, when you are meant to be at my shoulder, but you are at my side nonetheless—together, we will seize what is meant to be ours. As one, we step from the dim cave, trailing the mountains’ shadows as we slide closer to where the golden mare has summoned us. She is easily recognized among the white-washed woods, and strategically I place myself at her side, refusing to be overlooked. Fixing my bright, glowing eyes upon the skinny old man, my lips twist into further displeasure, remembering his outbursts at the meeting (one of many, squabbling like children). “And for an old man,” my voice slips like poisoned velvet from these perfect lips, thorns swathed in silk just as death is swathed in beauty, “you’re awfully fond of stirring up trouble.” It is as pointed however much he would like to perceive, the black, macabre thoughts churning just beneath the surface. As I look at him—thin, angular, old, and weak—I think of how his bones would snap like toothpicks between your powerful jaws, how his warm, beating flesh would taste between my teeth. ‘Tough.’ You grumble, unimpressed with an aged meal. I cannot disagree, returning my attention to the gilded mare with a sharp flick of my tail. In any case, we cannot dismiss potential so easily. We know better than anyone how deceiving appearances can be. Don’t we, brother? notes; He's in his potential form, no wings. “Speech.” evil angel nothing but lies and crooked wings RE: the fighter still remains [sneak meeting] - Rexanna - 05-02-2016
@Albrecht @Fiachra @Prometheus Next round of posting will begin May 8th! :) Your job is to gather information from another person, whether it be from another herd or an outcast, something that can benefit the Basin. Perhaps a helpful ally, knowledge for the Menders, Scholars, or Warriors. I don't think it's really necessary for the end of a timeline here but since it isn't too difficult of a task just feel free to shoot me a PM here, on Skype, or just tag Rexanna with a thread here when the task has been completed! :D and if you have any questions, feel free to snag my attention one of those ways! :) RE: the fighter still remains [sneak meeting] - Albrecht - 05-02-2016 They’re all imbeciles, he decides. Anger, frustration, and indignation swirl through his senses like a physical tempest, rushing his blood through his veins and bunching his muscles to a quivering tenseness. If they don’t want his wisdom, and it is wisdom, since he seems to be the only one here that actually understands what a spy is supposed to be, then they can go fuck themselves for all that he cares. His mouth opens uncontrollably, ready to spew the litany of complaints and criticisms churning up from the pit of his stomach like boiling bile, but incredibly he snaps it shut again before a single insult manages to dribble its way out, the murderous gleam of the Reapers eyes still fresh in his mind from the last herd gathering he attended. His ears fold tightly flat against his poll, effectively deafening him to anything but the pounding of his pulse in his head, and his brows pinch together in a vicious scowl. How can she demand that they gather beneficial information when she refuses to take legitimate and potentially job- or life- saving advice in the safety of her own home? How can she expect a new recruit to accomplish such a task when her role model can’t even decide whether she’s a Thief or a loose lipped whore? How can no one else here see a problem with the way business is being conducted in the so-called sneak ranks? Where is the Reaper now to set things straight and commend him for his fucking god-like restraint? The injustice of it all, of them, is too much. He turns, tail twisting in wild agitation, and OOC // I'm sorry I skipped you @Fiachra I just felt too strongly about this one to leave it sitting. :P I hope you forgive me! @Rexanna @Prometheus RE: the fighter still remains [sneak meeting] - Fiachra - 05-04-2016 fiachra Home, where I wanted to go, And nothing else compares.
This valley was filled with strange creatures, Fiachra observed as others followed her into the Lead Thief's presence. First came the tall, aged stud that reminded her of the terrors of her foalhood with his bearded neck and barrel. Fiachra pulled a face and pinned her ears at the dark-hued old man as he criticised her openly for her loose tongue. Next came red and white speckled stud of about her own height. She had not yet met this one, but that wasn't saying much. She barely seemed to pass a day without meeting some new acquaintance these days. Following the red-and-white stallion at his side was a large feline with thick coat of orange and white. Fiachra flicked her ears, unsure how to treat this newcomer with his threatening accompaniment. She dipped her head respectfully to Albrecht and this other stallion, keeping a wary eye on the cat. The Riy had felines, but nothing quite of that size or bulk. Before she could dwell too much on the potential dangers of the cat's presence, Rexanna was speaking again. She had a task for them, for the potential thieves. She was to go back out into Helovia and attain a piece of information to assist the Basin herd in some way. The black mare nodded. It seemed simple enough. Nothing too complicated for her first assignment in her new home. At least the golden girl hadn't expected her to go out and steal another herd's healer or a magic item or something. No, it was something nice a easy for her return to being a effective member of society. Offering a confident smile to Rexanna, Fia was about to reply, but before she can, Albrecht makes a bitter show of storming off. She turned her head to watch him go, ears pointed back and eyes narrowed. He certainly was a volatile old coot. Fiachra still wasn't convinced he didn't have some Maynk lineage somewhere in him. She swished her tail, the agitation of the moment settling over her own self. "Well," she said, pointedly glancing back at Rexanna. "I will get right on your assignment," she told the golden-colored mare. She shifted her eyes over to the other stallion for a brief second before glancing over her shoulder again towards the retreating Albrecht. "Is he always so angry?" she asked, a frown pulling at the corners of her mouth. "Talk." OOC: No worries @Albrecht. I hope it's okay to assume Fiachra learned Albrecht's name at some point in the singing thread. If not, I can change my post. @Rexanna @Prometheus |