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Get Up to Get Down [Herd Quest Turn-in] - Tembovu - 10-23-2016
The King’s long steps walked along the tall, lengthening shadows that stretched as fingers in Orangemoon’s shortening days. There was a trench, now, that stretched along the Edge’s borders. It had been dug by members, with long hours of back-breaking work. His stifle still twinged from the deep wound Rohan had inflicted with the glass spears during their spar. And the glass targets—his eyes landed on the single, small remaining target that had withstood their tests. His pale ivory hooves arrested in the dried forest floor. He still avoided the scorched remains of where the thicket had once stood. Not because he was ashamed of his decisions, but because he did not wish to revisit his the painful memories he and Elsa had created on that day. A deep breath expanded his slabbed sides, broad chest filling with the evening’s brisk, musky air. And then he let it out, long and slow, blinking leadenly. Instead of feeling relieved that they had accomplished the Goddess’s commands, he felt heavy. As if some further weight had been placed on his tall, massive withers—was this the right decision? Had he wasted his herd’s time, effort, and energy in pursuing these spikes for protection? His navy gaze turned upwards, seeing the peppering of precious stars in the dusk-lavender heavens. A nearly full moon (was it waxing? or waning? As King beneath the Moon Goddess, he should know, but he did not) made herself known in the inky blue, eastern sky. She was not to be outdone by the day’s fiery, vibrant sunset that still clung to the western horizon. And, with the moon reflected in his dark navy gaze, his low voice called to the heavens. “Goddess! We have done as you required. Will you grant us our request?” Set along the Edge’s border, at the clearing with their glass targets! All are welcome! @Mythical Request Turning in the herd quest, granted here. Here is a link to the organized threads/requirements of the quest. Here is a link the spreadsheet of herd members post/involvement. Each "x" is a post! WE had 17 general members post and the WE has averaged 46-47 members during the Quest! (We just had an influx of ~6 new members in the past week-ish). RE: Get Up to Get Down [Herd Quest Turn-in] - Erthë - 10-23-2016 E r t h Ë Under the moonlight, under your moonlit gaze
I know I'd take a million bullets, babe Rose-colored lips traced the jagged lines that marred her skin, deep indentations carved into shoulder, side and flank like pink chalk against the pale coat. The healers efforts was paying off; though the fresh skin remained tender to the touch it did not look to be in any real danger of re-opening, and with a bit of luck the scarring would be minimal. The hairs of her silken hide might not grow to cover the cuts and slices completely for some time, but come spring and the shedding of the winter coat Erthë would look as good as new again. More important was the question whether she would ever be rid of the nightmares. Ever since her mothers death - no, wait. It had been longer than that... since the beginning of the Rift War, right? In short, for the better part of her life sleep had been uneasy and restless, riddled with dreams that frightened and agitated her. Rare was the day when she got more than a few hours worth of rest, when body and mind finally wore down enough that her sleep more resembled a coma, such was her exhaustion. Winding up on the receiving end of the Time God's wrath - she still hadn't seen Kiuaji since then, was he alright? - and being molested by a stranger while unconscious had left deeper scars in her mind than those inflicted upon the body. Unfortunately mental wounds were harder to heal too... Along with the deep tremors that shook her each time she heard the howl of wolves at twilight the girl now found herself in deep mistrust of anyone with even the slightest hint of red on their person. It was all she recalled from her attacker; a mocking voice that she thought she recognized in every stranger she met, and a memory of red leaning over her while wave after wave of pain broke over her... Shuddering at the memory, the filly sighed and folded her wing back down over the side. She was just about to return to her grazing when Tembovu's voice came drifting to her on the nightly breeze, clearly enough that he must be close by. Woolly ears pricked as she recognized the Lady's name; without even pausing to question what the Elephant man was up to she began to move in his direction, deftly picking her way through the woodlands until the king appeared before her in the midst of a clearing. Why was he calling the Goddess on his own, rather than have Alune do it? Was the Seer away? But that couldn't be, she had seen him not too long ago... So why wasn't he here to do the summoning? At once concerned for her teacher, Erthë stepped out into the clearing and went to stand beside Tembovu, the long tail coiled around a slender leg as if to comfort herself - surely nothing could have happened to the devout man. Surely? "Where is Alune?" she asked him, straightforward to the point of brusqueness; this was no time to beat about the bush. "I thought only the Seer could summon our Lady... Why are you the one to do it?" Was it out of order for her to ask this? But the king was her friend, and a patient enough man - he knew her, knew that she meant nothing by skipping the niceties. In fact, considering the knots of worry that quickly formed in her gut the slender girl was being positively formal.... a testimony to her respect for the Elephantine, no doubt. Quietly, she wondered whether the Goddess would deign to answer this request for an audience. It was highly irregular, and from what she had seen of the heavenly queen so far, the Moon loved ceremony... Then again, their Lady was also a fickle being, terrible and lovely as she was unpredictable. It was hard to predict the outcome of anything when She was involved. RE: Get Up to Get Down [Herd Quest Turn-in] - Alune - 10-24-2016
RE: Get Up to Get Down [Herd Quest Turn-in] - Mesec - 10-27-2016
table by Frostie mentions @Virga and @Vesper <3 RE: Get Up to Get Down [Herd Quest Turn-in] - Alysanne - 10-27-2016
RE: Get Up to Get Down [Herd Quest Turn-in] - Vesper - 10-28-2016
Mentions @Mesec RE: Get Up to Get Down [Herd Quest Turn-in] - Maude - 10-28-2016
@Vesper RE: Get Up to Get Down [Herd Quest Turn-in] - Kiada - 10-29-2016 Kiada the truth is what i make of it She had heard her father’s call ringing through the wooded growth as her and Khairi finished up capturing a meal for the white vulture. Immediately, she wanted to know what was going on. Was it another meeting? It didn’t sound like it from this distance – but she couldn’t be sure and she knew she’d rather be caught dead than miss something interesting to say the least. As Khairi mentally protested, she assured the bird that he could carry it with him but they needed to leave now. And so, Khairi’s protests died down as he grabbed the little rat between his massive beak and swooped up to land on her withers, and they set off. Kiada made her way to the call, her bright oceanic gaze dancing across the faces of those that had gathered as Khairi settled along her withers trying to make a place to keep the bleeding animal. It dripped along her withers, encasing her appaloosa blanket with a little hint of red as she made her way toward her father’s side. Her darkened head reached up to press gently against The Elephant King’s leg as she offered him a brilliant smile. “What’s going on?” She questioned quietly, turning her attention to Alune and Erthe, then briefly to Maude with a small smile and a nod to the younger filly. Then, her attention turned skyward as Alysanne’s did, looking upon the moon with sheer curiosity. Khairi mentally tugged an annoyance her way as he situated the rat he caught a bit more, slowly and inconspicuously doing his best to pull the flesh from it and drop it to the ground beside the filly. All he wanted was the bone and a few of the things beside it – perhaps something else might appreciate the free flesh meal more than he would. "Talk." Mentions @Tembovu @Maude don't mind her and khairi, he's just trying to eat his dinner :| RE: Get Up to Get Down [Herd Quest Turn-in] - Lyanna - 10-31-2016 so i listen to the wind for an answer She had been involved in so little of the herd quest, and even her small part had taken its toll. The work just to clear away the debris had been exhausting, and she’d had no magic to aid her, no horn to use. Just her wings and her head and her hooves. Not that she minded – particularly now, when she could call on her own magic to heal the glass cuts in her wings. There hadn’t been many as she’d been careful to keep the glass on the feathers, but still, a few pieces had gone stray and slices into tendon and muscle. Not deep, but enough. The rest she’d only heard about. Spars and targets and actually digging a trench. For what? Spikes. She still didn’t know why they needed glass spikes. It seems so…menacing. Like hello, welcome to our home, we’d like to impale you. But there’s so much of Helovia’s history she does not know, and she suspects that life here is not necessarily as peaceful as her time happened to be. There was too much magic in this place, too much divine intervention, for the world to stay peaceful for long. Though really, that was true anywhere, no matter what magic or Gods there might be. Peace did not last. She can’t fault Tembovu for wanting to be ready. She keeps her mouth shut though, because it’s not her herd to run, and she’s still new here in the grand scheme of things. There’s too much she doesn’t know, and so her opinions feel only half-baked even to herself. She’d never even seen the Moon God – this would be the first time. So when Tembovu calls to her, and the herd slowly begins to gather, she goes. Curiosity killed the cat perhaps, but she’s not a cat at least. She’s not the first to join them. Erthe is there, with Alune and Tembovu and Alysanne. She nods to the group, but keeps her distance. Though her only real friends here are in that group, it seems inappropriate for Lyanna to join them. She is not the Seer or his apprentice, and she is not the Queen. There are a few others gathered, though she doesn’t know any of them, she recognizes most of the faces here. She says nothing though, keeping a respectful distance, simply here to observe. Maybe curiosity killed the horse too, but she wanted to see this Goddess that had given her so many gifts. lyanna RE: Get Up to Get Down [Herd Quest Turn-in] - Roskuld - 11-03-2016
RE: Get Up to Get Down [Herd Quest Turn-in] - God of the Moon - 11-04-2016
RE: Get Up to Get Down [Herd Quest Turn-in] - Elsa - 11-07-2016 your faith was strong but you needed proof
The quest. A bitterness rose within her throat that even the Gods could not cure. It seemed permanently affixed there, unable to move and a painful reminder of just how horrible this quest was. Even with as much hate as she held for the king, she didn’t want to blame him. But in the end, it was all his fault. The goddess had given him a quest, and he had the ability to reject it. But what did he do instead? He accepted it, and murdered a family who needed protection in order to gain personal protection. That was the biggest paradox of all time, and yet he still was trying to justify his actions. Elsa, though not easily swayed, was left with a sick taste in her mouth following the aftermath. Yet no one else seemed bothered by horrific acts that had occurred. There was no uprising, no anger, just silent agreement. Who else was supposed to protect the exposed? The goddess of the moon appeared then, even questioning what had happened at the thicket. Elsa’s ears fell flat against her head, but she held her tongue. Illusion or not it felt real and killing anything that felt as such was a horrid rule to follow simply for orders. But Elsa could not hold her tongue. ”But it seemed all too real are we simply supposed to kill ourselves should you bid? Death metaphorically or literally is not something to be toyed with for amusement.” Her voice was neither friendly nor venomous, but instead dead, cold, and almost challenging. Elsa just knew how to get herself into trouble, and Edgar himself cowered in the presence of the goddess. the icebound RE: Get Up to Get Down [Herd Quest Turn-in] - Zubari - 11-09-2016 ZUBARI I'm The Truth You're Afraid Of . The boy had spent some time being alone. That was not out of the usual, but today he was looking for something new. Zubari wanted an adventure, sometimes life in Edge got boring but that was not the case today. There had been some things happening around Helovia with a weird new person, and people were swimming in the water. He was finally able to spend time with his new friend Verro, and everything was looking up for the boy; besides the fact that he craved more out of life. He wanted to meet new people and adventure to new lands. Being the son of the king never made it easy on him. The boy felt like he was under the constant scrutiny of the other others in the herd. He loathed the fact that he could never voice his opinion. He had to sit back and be a " Good kid ." Huffing and stomping forward he stumbled across a gathering, and but who else would be in the center of them other than his godforsaken father... he wanted to turn away and run from the group. Why would he want to be a part of anything he father was involved in? Well, the boy had no choice, so he trudged forward with a fucking smile on his face. Golden eyes looked upon each being that was standing around. Then his attention fell upon a woman. She was the most magnificent creature that he had ever laid eyes on. A supernatural being in the presence of mortals, her royal orra filled the air with a black mist. She was something special; she was nothing like his father. This woman demanded the attention of all who was around; she was a real leader, whoever she was. Her sweet voice echoed in the air, and the chocolate boy squeezed and squirmed through the crowd to get a closer look. Finally, the boy could see all of her. His small hooves came to a halt next to his father Of course ... His jaw slightly dropped looking upon the mystical mare in front of him. "Wow.... she is so pretty, she is beautiful, she is powerful! " His thoughts trailed right out of his mouth, and he could not stop them. When he finished he looked down in slight embarrassment."I am sorry Father I did not mean to interrupt." How he loathed telling his elephant of a father sorry, but he never wanted to be rude in the presence of such a powerful woman. Golden eyes looked to his father and almost rolled as he looked to a white mare that stepped up speaking about death. Quietly he stood and waited for others to respond, hoping he did not anger the beautiful godly woman. Oh, or his father... "talk talk talk" OOC:: and here is the foal crush.... haha table code by tammeLyrics
@Tembovu RE: Get Up to Get Down [Herd Quest Turn-in] - Tembovu - 11-28-2016
Many came, a few sending him questioning voices or looks: Erthe, Alune. Though, instead of answering her question, his great skull dipped quietly in recognition of her words but a simple smile told her an answer would come later. More appeared: Mesec with his children; Alysanne with a purposeful distance set between them; Maude with her cheerful gaze (for which he was surpassingly thankful when about to face their daunting Goddess); Lyanna with her quiet, but calm and sincere presence; Ros with more spark than usual in her electrified face; Kiada, his daughter, with her feeding companion (the King still dipped his head to gently ruffle her forelock, despite the blood). And then the Goddess appeared, answering the many questions for him. His great skull dipped in deference, though his navy eyes never once left the Moon’s feminine, beautifully cunning face. Though her body gleamed with starlight, the King managed to limit his apprentice look to a mere glance across her lavender curves before returning to the silver gaze has his head slowly rose. But he was not to revel long in the Goddess’s beauty or craft, for her words quickly cut to him in a growl of near-disapproval as she questioned his motives in his hesitation to destroy the bramble thicket. Before the King could formulate any response to the Goddess, Elsa was there and coldly challenging their patron. His ears tilted backwards, gaze sharping darting to the But his annoyance shifted quickly to paternal amusement as Zubari’s thoughts flowed out of his mouth. “That is alright, son,” his deep rumble was quiet, a slight lopsided grin cast across his lips as he answered Zubi’s apology, “Our Goddess is a lovely sight.” And then his attention turned to the ‘lovely sight’ in question, lips parting once more to answer her questions, “I have learned of both the strengths and weaknesses of your glass, Goddess. And the pain that its sharp edge can inflict on others. Some of us have learned of, and other reminded of, the hard labor required to earn our wants while digging trenches. The thicket—” his deep rumble paused, navy eyes for once probing the Moon’s silver, searching for answers rather than defensively watching for whatever the goddess's next move might be. “I cannot claim to know why you chose to withhold all the information about the Thicket from us,” only once did a shadow cross his face as he spoke, a slight anger at the possibility of him unknowingly endangering herd members, before he continued, “But it showed the value for life so many of our members have, an advantage to any herd. But also showed how far we will go—I will go— to protect the Edge.” His low voice ended on an ominous note as he fell silent, awaiting the Goddess’s approval or disfavor. Sorry for the delay! @Mythical Request RE: Get Up to Get Down [Herd Quest Turn-in] - God of the Moon - 01-01-2017
RE: Get Up to Get Down [Herd Quest Turn-in] - Tembovu - 01-16-2017
The King’s apprehension of the Goddess’s reaction to Elsa’s outburst was assuaged by the patient smile the Moon gave the Icebound. His brows raised slightly, in relieved surprise, at the tolerance the Goddess showed. Thus far the Elephant King had seen many things of the Goddess: power, wit, potency, mystery, vanity. But never had he seen tolerance. His great head cocked slightly in silent valuation and musing. The Edge’s patron Goddess was forever surprising the King. And then, after her answer of taking lives (the murders Mauja had mentioned when he first came into the Edge briefly crossed his mind—though he was not left long to dwell on that because the Moon’s entire attention was now wholly focused on him). In subjoincious reaction, his body swelled and stiffened, as if he was preparing to enter a battle or spar… or standing at attention before a particularly beautiful mare. Regardless of the reason, he words of approval sank deeper into him than he expected. They curled with dark smoke into his chest and pervaded his barrel with warmth—when had he begun to crave the approval of deity? Or perhaps it stemmed from needing some type of affirmation that he was, in fact, succeeding in his role as King. For all that, the Elephant could not help the small grin that curved up the corners of his black lips as the Moon Goddess both complimented him and granted the Edge its spikes. “Thank you, my Goddess,” was his simple, deep rumble, companied with a deep bow of his great, thickly horned skull. They had been successful. The Edge’s borders were no longer littered with glass, but protected by it. His small grin grew to a full-fledged smile. |