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Helovian Ancient
Stallion :: Equine :: ::
#1


FREEEEEE magical rocks! shouts and wails a most peculiar bird; it seems, upon first inspection, to be every color one can imagine, and doused in glitter. It has fashioned its head crest into a wild triple Mohawk, tipped with pigmented clay, and his claws which rap-tap across the stone he paces are each carefully coated with a unique and vibrant shade. OH FREEEEE maaaagic, that’s right, maaaaagic ROCKS!

Pecking the stone at his feet with his striped beak (painted, of course) for emphasis, he repeats himself, shaking his wings out at his sides, and causing a cloud of glitter and pigment dust to burst forth and color the otherwise plain gray stone below him. Now that you are closer, it’s obvious that this is not some strange rainbow bird at all, but rather, a most flamboyant macaw. Occasionally, one can spy a gap in his ensemble, where his well kept, mostly red, natural tones are still revealed through his gaudy array of shades and glimmers.

Bound about his ankles and wreathed around his feathered neck and wings are strands of beaded rocks, stones, shells, bones, driftwood, anything that could be made into a bead, really, and they all certainly look magical enough. Are those what he’s talking about? Well…

Are THESE the magical rocks, you might ask? screeches the parrot, gesturing to his adornments with beak, talon, and wingtip, NO, THEY ARE NOT. The magical rocks of which I claim to be GIVING AWAY, that’s right, giving! Away! Are for more fabulous than these paltry adornments!

Surely a group has gathered by now, or he wouldn’t be carrying on so.

Have you ever wanted to meet a God? What about you?! Or you?! he squawks and points with his wing, ending with a flourish of his wings and a peculiar, awkwardly unbalanced, spinning dance maneuver for flourish, come one, come all, try your hand, hoof, or wing at winning a FREEEE MAAAAAGIC ROCK!


[ Who knew? Helovia has an ostentatious parrot salesman about... This is VOTG Chat drop! The winner(s) will receive a single chat with a God of their choice. Characters have 72 hours to respond. ]

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Albrecht Posts: 249
Aurora Basin Impersonator atk: 6 | def: 8.5 | dam: 2.5
Stallion :: Unicorn :: 17.1hh :: 19 (Orangemoon) HP: 60 | Buff: NOVICE
Strom :: Suma Ball Python :: None Townsen
#2
He’s pretty sure he's heard the words ‘free’ and ‘magic’ multiple times now, summoning the old stallion like some unsuspecting miscreant rubbing a grubby old lamp from the nearest dumpster.

He follows the squawking and screeching to its’ flamboyant, multicolor epicenter, his ears pricking as clouds of colored powder and shimmering flecks of glitter billow off the medium sized bird with each wild gesture. He smiles, entertained by and admiring of the parrot and his gaudy decorations.

"I mean, I’ve already got two-” He teases, salt and pepper brows wiggling suggestively, his tail sweeping sideways to create a breeze and keep the tiny neon particles airborne in the spaces around them. “But I could always use another magic rock.”

Trinkets are always a hit with the old black, but a private meeting with a god? That he’s less sure of. Isopia claims her father is the most forgiving of the bunch, but that’s an opinion colored by the relationship of father and daughter, not that of a total stranger taking up a deity’s valuable time. The Time – or is it Spark? – god seems mostly exasperated with his Basin underlings at the moment, so pestering him further probably isn’t a good idea. Then there’s the Sun god, whom he hasn’t yet encountered himself, and the goddess of the Moon, who simultaneously seems like the most interesting and most dangerous of the four Ancients.

Is the toucan including Kaos? He wonders. Aside from – possibly? – inadvertently harming his son during his initial reveal and the ensuing battle, the old stallion doesn’t really understand the Helovian's automatic dislike of the new god. Sure, he entered Helovia under false pretenses, but he did nothing but good until attacked by others. Has everyone already forgotten the gifts he gave? The magics and trinkets? They’d been just as quick to clamor to his call as they are the parrots now. How could cleaning up and restoring the literal ‘Dead Lands’ be of negative impact on the region? What harm has his obelisk caused to those that haven't tried to destroy it? Has anyone bothered to simply ask, without demands or ultimatums?


"Talk."
Albrecht
If all is fair in love and war, I can't do this anymore

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Amaris Posts: 299
World's Edge Philosopher atk: 5.5 | def: 8 | dam: 6.5
Mare :: Hybrid :: 16h :: 4 years HP: 70 | Buff: NOVICE
Dramyrth :: Gold Dragon :: Fire Breath & Frost Breath Whit
#3
Why was it, that loud, obnoxious animals seemed to always toot their loudest when Amaris happened to be walking by?

The lush Riptide Isles stood tall around her, the sound of moving water a constant, comforting thrum in the background, the scent of the mountainous lands, the robust bush that grew there, the wildlife - it was meant to be a bit of an escape for the mare, a retreat from the monotony of her duties. Besides, her role involved lots of thinking, and sometimes, thinking required inspiration, new information, new stimulation - she had not been to the Riptide Isles in a long time, and then, only briefly.

But the dragonmare was not to receive quite the reprieve she sought today. But, perhaps, she would receive the inspiration for original thoughts she sought.

The parrot was heavily decorated seemingly in items and knick-knacks it had collected and hoarded over the years, and its voice travelled easily to her awaiting ears.

Magical rocks? The question inevitably arose within her mind, and she joined in Dramyrth's amusement at the idea of collecting more magic, after so recently having not one, but two experiences that had left her fundamentally changed. As she approached, with a curt nod to any already present, she listened to the 'sales pitch' of the macaw, and gathered that he was peddling some kind of object that would summon one of the Gods.

The Gods. Amaris had recently witnessed the summoning of the Moon Goddess by her Seer, her rank required such things to become almost commonplace - and yet she could not resist the pull, the temptation. Of course, there was a 'new' God in town - would what the bird was selling work on it as well?

"Why not?" she asked to no-one in particular, as Dramyrth settled upon 'his' spot atop her withers to watch the proceedings with relative interest.
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I like being tagged!
You are always welcome to 'try' and use force/magic on Amaris, but similar to spar posts, leave it to me to decide how the damage is taken please~

Wessex Posts: 149
Aurora Basin Haruspex atk: 5.0 | def: 8.5 | dam: 7.5
Mare :: Unicorn :: 16.3 hh :: 3 HP: 68 | Buff: NOVICE
Astor
#4
for there are many ways to kill a man they say
Free magic? Free magic rocks?

Skepticism is very much alive in Wessex, some might say obnoxiously so, but she prefers to think of as a heavily healthy helping of it, enough to feed a beast of a woman like herself. Anyway, nothing comes for free, she immediately thinks, as the hawkers words drift over the sand on a light breeze. But out here, on the Isle, Wessex hasn’t much to do but relax, soooo… why not? Hauling herself up from a bed of long grasses, the horned woman gives her body a good shake to try and dust off excessive sand. It probably doesn’t do much, to be honest, because sand is insidious like that and gets everywhere one doesn’t want it to be.

At a leisurely pace, Wessex follows the (very) loud voice until she rounds an outcropping and finds a multi-colored bird squawking and hopping around, and two familiar forms already in attendance. As she draws closer, the mare offers both Albrecht and Amaris a slight smile and curt nod in greeting before turning her attention to the true spectacle. A contest, huh? Well that makes it slightly better she thinks, but the bird reeks of showmanship and she’s sure that anything that bedazzled isn’t to be trusted. Wessex parks herself between the old man and the dragon-mare, eyeing the macaw's plethora of 'treasure.'

“What’s the catch?” she asks dryly, eyes narrowing slightly. A contest sounds like fun, but not if there’s, say, fire involved, like the last little gathering she attended.

I am Iron and I Forge Myself
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Yael Posts: 186
World's Edge Seer atk: 7.5 | def: 11 | dam: 2.5
Mare :: Pegasus :: 14.2 :: 39 - appears 8 HP: 63.5 | Buff: NOVICE
Zani :: Serval :: None Astor
#5
Today is a most magnificent day for flying! Not too hot, not too cold, and the seasonal winds of change bring currents that can send soaring to such great heights.

Jubilantly, the petite woman throws herself off the Edge’s cliffs, using her strong wings to push her higher and higher, to the point where air can support her, and she can coast with minimal effort. ‘Round and ‘round and ‘round she goes, a dot in the sky, until she decides to come down to Earth. Somewhere out over the ocean, where there is nothing but the squawking of seagulls and peaceful silence, screeching manages to reach her, even up there. Rocks? Is that it? Magical Rocks?

Well, it wouldn’t be the first time something bizarre has been proposed like that. Interest piqued, she angles her feathers so she can dip down towards the Isles and investigate further. One pass shows a very colorful bird - more colorful than she’s ever seen before, and a second reveals a multitude of trinkets surrounding it. Her friend Amaris is there too! Well, that’s reason enough to come down and pay attention, isn’t it? Plus she’s met a few of the Gods, but there are others she’d like to say hello to, you know? Kind of like a ‘get to know your neighbors’ type of thing. So the golden woman lands daintily in the sand a few feet away and trots over, giving Amaris a gentle nudge as she comes up alongside the dragonmare. “Xe’s awfully loud, eesn’t xe?” she whispers in confidence before settling in to wait and see what this ‘contest’ is all about.

Yael


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Ingrid Posts: 42
World's Edge Philosopher atk: 4.5 | def: 9 | dam: 5
Mare :: Equine :: 16.0 hh :: 2 (Frostfall) HP: 60 | Buff: NOVICE
Sky
#6

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Ingrid had three talents: binge drinking, jumping, and long distance swimming. Today was one of those rare occasions when one of the latter two came in handy. She dragged herself up on shore with a huff, breathing hard and drenched from head to toe in seawater. To her great surprise, after walking a little ways she happened upon Amaris, Yael, a few others she didn't know, and a talking bird. "Wait, how did you guys dry off... Oh. Forget I said that," she chuckled, with a slightly envious glance at their wings.

She turned her eyes to the bird, and went to stand a respectful distance away from her rank-mates. "So," she began, "do you two think these magic rocks could be, you know, the ones the Goddess needs for the temple?" she asked, keeping an eye on the little gold dragon Amaris had with her. I wonder if the Wise Ones in other herds have dragon cults? she thought, flicking her ears back for a moment. A part of her was beginning to wish someone else had picked her up at the threshold. The reptile fad at the Edge really put her, well, on edge.

It didn't help that the bird was still screaming. Ingrid glared at it like she was about ready to stuff its mouth with sand if that would shut it up. That's when it said something about meeting gods. Then in the next breath, it said she'd have to win something to do that. She looked around at the others, most of whom were horned or winged, and if she'd learned anything living here, had some sort of crazy magic power.

Well shit. Unless the game includes doing shots every time that bird says "free," I'm screwed.


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Helovian Ancient
Stallion :: Equine :: ::
#7


Not many come; the bird wouldn’t be so surprised if he wasn’t so utterly new to the area, and oblivious as to how out of the way their current venue was. However, he is only slightly miffed by the small nature of the gathering, and, instead, lifts his beak proudly, continuing on as soon as he’s (relatively, anyway) sure that no one else is due to arrive.

Strutting back and forth across his rock platform, the gaily colored macaw makes wild gestures with his wings as he talks, his talons tap tapping on the stone beneath him at an erratic pace.

Free magical rocks aren’t easy to come by, folks, at least if you’re not magical, too! Lucky for you, I just so happen to be able to procure these fantastic trinkets, and lucky too, that I like games so much, huh? These islands are riddled with tunnels! proclaims the parrot, there is the opening to a chain of them there. Your free rocks are hidden inside – but, be warned, there are several paths, and some were, uh... well there is a reason I didn’t hide any rocks in those ones.

Nodding, and flying over to the entrance of the cavern he speaks of, those who follow him will discover a line of shells and rocks clearly denoting a starting line. Standing at the right side of this line, is the parrot. By leaning forward slightly, you can see that there are three tunnels branching out from this cave. Looking at the gathered individuals and flapping his wings excitedly (more glitter and pigment scattered to the sand), he asks them:

AREEEE YOUUUU READYYYYYY?! before asserting that they are, indeed; when he’s sure, one of his wings flutters down, and he screeches an incredibly loud note (you assume means to go) before he shrilly adds, GO-GO-GO-GOOOOOOO!!!

[ A scavenger's race? Through potentially dangerous cave labyrinths?! This parrot has gotta be kidding me…

Choose path A, B, or C, and please clearly denote this at the bottom of your post in an enlarged or otherwise obvious font. One path will be safe, one path will be dangerous, and one path will have an obstacle (chosen by an RNG).

This is VOTG Chat drop! The winner(s) will receive a single chat with a God of their choice. Characters have 72 hours to respond. ]

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Amaris Posts: 299
World's Edge Philosopher atk: 5.5 | def: 8 | dam: 6.5
Mare :: Hybrid :: 16h :: 4 years HP: 70 | Buff: NOVICE
Dramyrth :: Gold Dragon :: Fire Breath & Frost Breath Whit
#8
Not many more gathered, and Amaris was surprised to realise that she recognised all bar the aged steed who had preceded her own arrival. A small blossom of joy swelled within her at the thought of this development - it wasn't often the dragonmare found herself in company she knew, company she had met before and whose individuality she had varying degrees of knowledge about. The spiked mare, Wessex, earned a nod, and then Yael, a returning friendly nudge and grin, and Ingrid, another nod and warm smile (the dragonmare was blissfully ignorant to the grey mare's dubiousness over dragons).

A small chuckle was offered in response to Yael, along with light tones that agreed with the golden mare; "Aye, he seems to have a knack for projecting his voice." An ear twisted towards Ingrid then, and Amaris was surprised to hear the girl's input. "Not a bad idea, though our Goddess didn't ask for one, it couldn't hurt, surely…"

The dragonmare let her voice trail off with the thought, before the parrot announced the price of these magical, god-summoning stones.

A race? An obstacle course? A choice - we must choose a path, she says to her bonded, golden eyes looking to each cavern opening with doubt trickling through her mind. Amaris wasn't sure she was inspired enough about magical rocks to go forth and risk her and her beloved Dramrth's neck down a cavern that may or may not be safe or deadly.

Why not? Dramyrth echoed back to her, and the mare was easily swayed to his opinion, riding on the rising tide of his emotions, the excitement, the anticipation. So she nodded her understanding, moved to where the parrot directed them, and upon the drop of his feather to the ground below, she charged off through her chosen cave, aiming to tread carefully, but swiftly: if she was going to do this, she was going to do it properly.



Amaris chooses path B


Daniel Schiersner @ flickr & larfsalot @ deviantart
No need to mirror my post length - I have a horrible case of the rambly writer syndrome!
I like being tagged!
You are always welcome to 'try' and use force/magic on Amaris, but similar to spar posts, leave it to me to decide how the damage is taken please~

Yael Posts: 186
World's Edge Seer atk: 7.5 | def: 11 | dam: 2.5
Mare :: Pegasus :: 14.2 :: 39 - appears 8 HP: 63.5 | Buff: NOVICE
Zani :: Serval :: None Astor
#9
A race? Why, Yael hasn’t participated in a race since… well, her pre-wing days. Which was a very, very long time ago, in case you were wondering. Back when she was simply an illustrious bay vagabond, half-traumatized and stumbling over the common language - back then the ran like the wind, sprinting up and over sand dunes like her ancestors were bred to do. Wings, of course, are great for the sky but not so great for running about on land, or in caves. They hinder aerodynamics and movement, and it’s really no fun when debris gets stuck in her feathers - sometimes painfully so. She glances over at Amaris and Ingrid (whom she greeted earlier with a bright smile and cheerful salutation), wondering if they should, perhaps, team up? But there is only one rock, she assumes, so even if two or three choose the same tunnel, only one will get there first….

On second thought, she’ll chance it alone, unwilling to want to fight a herdmate for a silly little rock (even if it is magical).

She nods her assent, and when the glittery bird’s wing drops, Yael leps forward, her legs finding purchase easily on the sand as she holds her wings tightly against her sides. Racing, towards the trio of caves, she veers towards her chosen tunnel, hoping to be the first one inside it.

Yael chooses path C

Yael


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Albrecht Posts: 249
Aurora Basin Impersonator atk: 6 | def: 8.5 | dam: 2.5
Stallion :: Unicorn :: 17.1hh :: 19 (Orangemoon) HP: 60 | Buff: NOVICE
Strom :: Suma Ball Python :: None Townsen
#10
The old stallion is visibly less than pleased with having to do something in order to receive a prize, but the parrot’s enthusiasm and seemingly endless supply of colored, sparkling dust keeps him at least partially interested, his salt and pepper muzzle edging past the makeshift starting line to peer into the darkness of the three tunnels. His ears swivel slowly, apprehensive of the unexplained ‘reasons’ the parrot avoided some of them, trying to at least escape dismemberment and death, but no overtly ominous rumbles or growls of ferocious beasts meet his quizzical expression, so he toes the line along with everyone else, if not quite as enthusiastically.

The moment the feather drops from the parrot’s grasp two figures rush forward from either side of the old black, leaving him braced and blinking in their sudden wake. Shaking his thin neck, he turns down the leftmost tunnel simply because no one else has done so thus far, plodding instead of charging, wanting to preserve his energy at least until someone comes running up from behind, though he does spur himself to a jarring trot as he passes their feathered host, not wanting to disqualify himself by some bullshit semantics technically.

Once inside, he slows again, listening to the sound of his own and other’s hoof beats inside the muffling confines of earth and stone. All he can smell is cold, metallic air. All he can see is darkness. "Don’t let me walk right into our deaths.” He mumbles, only the snake at his brow able to discern the worry under his irritated tone. The young python shimmies farther down his bonded’s face, offering the comfort of touch and lending his own unique senses to the cause, his tiny forked tongue reaching out to sift through the darkness around them.


"Talk."
OOC // Albrecht chooses path A.
Albrecht
If all is fair in love and war, I can't do this anymore

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Wessex Posts: 149
Aurora Basin Haruspex atk: 5.0 | def: 8.5 | dam: 7.5
Mare :: Unicorn :: 16.3 hh :: 3 HP: 68 | Buff: NOVICE
Astor
#11
for there are many ways to kill a man they say
Hmmm… well if it’s an obstacle race cum scavenger hunt that they want, a quick glance around tells Wessex that she’s probably got the athletic part of the competition in the bag. What will really determine it, however, is luck. She’s got to pick the right tunnel, with no outward indication as to what’s going to be inside. A slight scowl inches across her face, but she manages to bite her tongue from the threat that lingers in the back of her throat. How about she poke the bird until it tells her which tunnel is the correct one - or better yet, just give her another magic rock. Let the others scramble like rabbits through the tunnels.

Of course, Wessex does none of this, as it is her against four, who would inevitably step in and the glittering, howling bird would probably just get away… leaving them back at square one. Bah. Fine. She’ll play along.

Listening to the bird’s speech makes her eyes roll, but she nonetheless readies herself somewhat appropriately, taking off behind the two feathered mares for the tunnel they don’t choose. Slower out of the gate than the first two, in the first couple of moments, she draws along a plodding Albrecht at an easy canter, and aims to pass him, shouting back to the odd, old, goat-like stallion, “Come on, Albrecht. I’ll keep you safe.” Because that’s her duty, and it looks like they’re heading for the same tunnel. It's mostly to tease the man, though she's sure he's got some hidden tricks up his seeve. Looks like it’s the Basiners against everyone else.

Her mottled gray body clatters through the opening, slowing when the light fades into semi-darkness, her marks casting a faint, ghostly light to one side, until there is nothing but youth and bravery to urge her onwards.



Wessex chooses Path A


I am Iron and I Forge Myself
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Ingrid Posts: 42
World's Edge Philosopher atk: 4.5 | def: 9 | dam: 5
Mare :: Equine :: 16.0 hh :: 2 (Frostfall) HP: 60 | Buff: NOVICE
Sky
#12

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Ingrid watched as her herdmates took two of the tunnels. "Wow. That makes things easier," she said, hastily heading down the one that remained. Between the three of them, there was a chance they might actually find something.

She walked forward, and was soon plunged into darkness. "Oh look, I'm blind. I bet Amaris has night vision or something. At the very least, that bat-lizard of hers can see. I should have gone with her," she grumbled, stumbling around in the dark.

Unable to see her hooves well, she slipped forward suddenly, "SHIT."

Wait a minute.

She flicked an ear. The cave was calling back to her, "SHIT-Shit-shit-it-it-it-it-it..."

Maybe she couldn't see, but a narrow cave and a large chamber had very different echos. She didn't need some kind of special sonar to figure that out. This way, she'd at least know something about where she was going. Smiling in the dark, she set out with new determination.

"ASS! BUTT CHEEKS! DONG-EATING SHARKS! HELL YES!"


Ingrid chooses path A!


(Oh boy, I think I'm a couple hours over the limit. If I can't participate in the drop/roll, I'm hoping I can still post for character development and fun purposes?)

Random Event Posts: 1,286
Helovian Ancient
Stallion :: Equine :: ::
#13
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Most of the horses take separate paths, except for the aging stallion, and the spiky gray mare. Watching their wild dash into the caverns, all but one manage to make it in; she seems have dallied too long. Rushing before her with scarlet wings fluttering, the now obviously magical parrot collapses the entrance into the caverns with a shrill shriek that fractures the stone doorway, and forces it to crumble in. With a cackling parrot noise, the sales-bird spreads his wings, and flies over the tunnels hidden beneath a rocky, jungle laden landscape, making his way to where he knows the participants will come out.

Too slow, miss!, he chatters as he drifts away.

Those inside surely hear the gravelly collapse of the stone forbidding Ingrid entrance to the race, but, what good it will do them? The way in is no longer a way out, is all that can be deduced.

The dragon-mare is the first to encounter something as she searches, but it’s not a magical, God summoning rock, at all. Perhaps torn loose by the parrot’s shriek, or perhaps having been so for some time, the way is blocked by a cave in. The debris seems like it could be burrowed through easily enough, with gaps in the stone allowing the mare to peer through to the other side (where the tunnel appears to branch into two), but it will take time. Doubling back to try another route will, though, too. What will Amaris do?

Perhaps old age lends to wisdom, but the path which the elder takes is almost entirely clear. Its good news for the fast and strong Wessex, who moves through the open tunnels like a freight train, but this is a scavenger hunt, after all, not just a race. Maybe being a bit of a dawdler will pay into Albrecht’s favor in the end; it’s harder to see something you’ve rushed by. This thus far unobstructed path suddenly branches into three paths; which one will you take?

Yael is the least fortunate, arriving upon one of the terrors the bird had assured existed in the tunnels. As she moves into a small cavern, ringed with stalagmites and stalactites which actively drip mineral rich water, a very large snake, which had been most miraculously hidden by its dark gray, brown, and black banded scales, lifts up its massive head. The serpent flicks its forked tongue at the large figure which has suddenly appeared in its cavern; some twenty feet long and thick as a sturdy tree branch, the snake’s head is a large, spade shaped thing, sporting long, white fangs. Its eyes, milky white, are obviously no good for seeing, but those who know snakes, also know that they don’t really need their eyes for much at all. That mouth sees her well enough, and with swifter strokes of its fast vibrating, forked tip, the massive snake seeks her out with his tongue.

It doesn’t take long for it to guess where she is.

Striking out occasionally with its very long venomous fangs, a three foot ledge that rises from the stone floor, and which seems to lead further into a single tunnel, can be seen beyond it. Will Yael take time to kill or subdue the serpent, or try her luck at simply making her way passed him?

[ Ingrid posted outside the 72 hour time limit and is disqualified. She may continue to post within the thread, but will not be included in the final roll.

Tunnel Type Roll

Amaris comes upon a cave-in. She can clear the debris and chose between the Right or Left path, or can Double Back to take an alternate route.

Albrecht and Wessex meet no obstacles, and instead come upon a path that branches, again, into three separate paths. You may choose path A, B, or C.

Yael’s tunnel opens into a small cavern, which contains a giant snake. Behind the snake is a ledge, which seems to lead to a single tunnel further into the caverns. Yael has many options, which include hopefully Evading the snake by jumping onto the ledge, Fighting the snake to the death, Subduing the snake through some means (beguiling it, trapping it, rendering it unconscious, ect.), or can simply Double Back to try another path.

Please clearly denote the decision, bolded in the descriptions above, your character made at the bottom of their post.

This is VOTG Chat drop! The winner(s) will receive a single chat with a God of their choice. Characters have 72 hours to respond. ]

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Amaris Posts: 299
World's Edge Philosopher atk: 5.5 | def: 8 | dam: 6.5
Mare :: Hybrid :: 16h :: 4 years HP: 70 | Buff: NOVICE
Dramyrth :: Gold Dragon :: Fire Breath & Frost Breath Whit
#14
The parrot's squawks seem to be followed by a tumbling and grumbling of rocks, and Amaris pauses her strides in the darkening cavern to ensure the cave around her and Dramyrth isn't about to collapse in on itself. Once satisfied that the way ahead was safe (at least from immediate cave-in), the dragonmare continued onwards, tentatively at first, but her steps grew more confident as with each stride. She swallowed her concern for the others - surely the cost this parrot was asking did not involve taking one's life, but then recent interactions with odd magical creatures did give Amaris the glowing silver scars upon her chest.

By their soft, ambient light, she scoured the cavern, and came to what appeared to be the end of it. With a curious, confused expression hidden in the shadows, the dragonmare summons two blue spirits to aid with lighting the cave, and allowing her to see the gaps in the rocks, the way they are positioned - was this a part of the cave-in the parrot caused? An obstacle to disrupt her journey?

Golden eyes peered through the gaps, and one of her spirits melded through the stony wall to illuminate the other side. Paths, two of them, continued on, and though Dramyrth chirruped something about turning back and trying again, the dragonmare was content to push onwards, to dismantle the rocks and choose her way from there. So she began, testing, poking and prodding with her muzzle and the aid of Dramyrth's draconic strength, finding the more loosely stacked rocks and pushing or pulling them out of the way. It wasn't a fast process - the dragonmare had no desire to disturb the entire wall and cause another cave-in that engulfed herself or her companion - but soon enough a gap large enough for her to slip through appeared, and slip through it she did.

A fork in the road, another choice, but only two options this time. Something about the right path called to her, though no clues were given as to where it would leave. With a thought, she closed off her magic to the spirit dragons, and carried onwards through the darkness, her chest lighting her way.



Amaris chooses to clear the debris and then chooses the right path


Daniel Schiersner @ flickr & larfsalot @ deviantart
No need to mirror my post length - I have a horrible case of the rambly writer syndrome!
I like being tagged!
You are always welcome to 'try' and use force/magic on Amaris, but similar to spar posts, leave it to me to decide how the damage is taken please~

Albrecht Posts: 249
Aurora Basin Impersonator atk: 6 | def: 8.5 | dam: 2.5
Stallion :: Unicorn :: 17.1hh :: 19 (Orangemoon) HP: 60 | Buff: NOVICE
Strom :: Suma Ball Python :: None Townsen
#15
A sudden CRACK and skitter of stone behind him sends the old stallion lurching forward, his leonine tail tucked tight to his hindquarters. Wide emerald eyes turn to find the source of the startling noise, but yield nothing. There is only darkness in front of him and now there’s only darkness behind him too, leaving his mind to fill in the details of their abrupt confinement. Invisible in the engulfing black of the passage, his ears fall limp against his skull, brows peppered with grey pinching into uncertain ^s.

“Wessex?” He calls, expecting the dildo- spikey-headed mare to be nearby, though whether she’s in front of him or behind him is anyone's guess at this point, having surged blindly forward in his alarm. The Corporal’s earlier comforts ring teasingly in his ears, mocking his now genuine concern. "He’s trapped us.”

‘No.’ Argues a familiar voice inside his head. ‘Smell.’ The python urges, so he does, skeptically, lifting his chin and flaring his nostrils with an audible flutter. A few deep breaths help to relax his (thankfully hidden) quivering muscles, but not so much as the quality of the air around him; not close and choking, but cool and thin, palpably open.

Stepping forward brings a resounding chk, the sound of his hooves expanding out in front of him. Turning his head, probably unnecessarily, since he still has no idea where the other Basiner is, he amends himself, "Sounds open here. Another choice maybe?”

Head low, nose thrust ahead of him, the old stallion carefully inches forward, trying to stay as centered as possible as he crosses the unknown open space. Horses just aren't meant for tight spaces, he almost silently gripes, a low noise of displeasure humming through his throat, least of all horses with big ass fucking antelope horns.


"Talk."
OOC // (Wessex tag removed) Albrecht chooses path B.
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Yael Posts: 186
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#16

yael

The obnoxiously self-sacrificing part of Yael is glad none of the others will encounter dangers, overly confident in her dragon-self’s ability to subdue almost anything with a roaring breath of dragon-fire. Even the least intelligent creatures have some sort of base instinct to avoid fire.  

The tunnel goes on for awhile until the passageway opens up into a small cavern. The petite mare pauses, gazing at the beauty of the dripping stalactites and massive stalagmites which rise up from the cave’s floor. They must have been here for years, growing in oblivion, hidden away from the world – but what is that? A rustling, the sound of something scraping along something else interrupts her musings. Immediately on high alert, Yael’s ears swivel in the darkness, trying to determine which direction the sounds came from, dim light easily hiding the reptile as it begins its hunt. An uneasy feeling settles over her as the sound continues, causing her to retreat back the way she came – but only several steps, enough to buy her some time.

The choice is clear; Yael needs light and a defense, so she immediately begins her shift into dragon form, body stretching and changing until she is as reptilian as the thing that stalks her. Her eyes do not adjust as well, though, so she lets loose a small tendril of flame, illuminating the end of the tunnel, and sees that it is still free. She takes a cautious step forward, claws scraping along the loose dirt that coats the floor. Another inhalation, and a larger breath of fire, which she allows to continue as she steps into the opening. An entire ‘wall’ in her peripheral vision moves, and she reacts instinctively, bellowing flames towards whatever it is.

In the sudden light, she can see the massive snake as it struggles to recoil, hissing angrily at the sudden, painful heat which flashes across its face. The white of its eyes and fangs glow brilliantly, and though the beast in her would kill it, Yael manages to quell that raging part of her. This is a creature who has lived its entire life down here - Yael is the intruder, and if she can just get past it without killing it... The silver dragon takes another quick breath, guzzling oxygen as fast as she can and this time moves to cross the cavern, blowing a steady stream of white-hot fire before her. Her tail, however, drags behind her, and as she moves to leap for the ledge, the serpent dares to try its luck – shooting out and hitting the rock wall, where her tail was, only seconds before. Her own claws scramble forward, onward, into the next tunnel.

Dragon-Yael is probably the better option right now, she thinks.  

Yael chooses to evade the snake

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#17
for there are many ways to kill a man they say
Wessex? comes Albrecht’s voice, echoing through the pitch black - from behind her, she thinks, though of course, she cannot be certain. When the rocks fell across the entrance, there was much dust and noise, and whooshes of air, and the other Basiner could well have skittered past her in all the commotion. “I’m here, Albrecht!” she yells back, though all that returns to her are the sounds of her own voice. Maybe he was hard of hearing... or too far away to get anything more than a vague noise? She frowns, her lips pressed together in a thin line that no one can see. As much as she wanted to find the old man, she couldn't worry about him right now - there's this total darkness thing to work around. How to proceed?

First, to find a wall. Moving in one direction until she finds a hard surface to keep her direction straight, Wessex. Luckily for her, she only turned around at the sound of crashing stones - so she simply needs to turn back in the other direction, right? Right. It’s clear that the only way out is forward - so the sooner she moves forward, the better. Head somewhat lowered in order to keep potential dangerous things at bay, she moves slowly, step by step, along the wall - no more a freight strain, but a slow-moving coal carrier, inching along in the darkness.

Eventually, the wall ends, and Wessex must turn a ‘corner,’ probably losing a lot of time by using touch to discover the three new paths. Ducking her head, the mare slips into the last path, choosing to stay with the last one instead of circle around again. She starts to grumble to herself, thoroughly annoyed now at the last of light, feeling all too much like a bumbling fool in the dark. Her scars can’t illuminate much past her flanks, and that would require - what? - going ass first for this? Nope.

The silence is deafening, uneasy, and Wessex never realized how much she depended on her sight until now.


Wessex chooses Path C

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#18


Sure enough, as each Helovian makes their way into the final stretch of the tunnels, a light shines in from the outside world beyond each unique exit, and with it the fresh smell of air, and the chirrup of birds. For some, however, the way out isn’t as easily attained as others.

Amaris seems to be rewarded for her hard work; the right tunnel she has chosen leads her directly to the sunlit world, the glimmering, colorful parrot flapping his wings nearby to give her praise for making it through. She doesn’t seem to have the stone, however, and with a clatter of his beak and a nervous parrot laugh, he wonders if maybe he hid it a bit too well…

Yael, facing the giant serpent, manages to force it back long enough with her fire to make a clear run for the ledge. Nearly making it without being struck, the snake, enraged and slightly singed from the dragon-mare’s spouts of flame, lashes out desperately at her receding haunches. Missing her with its venomous fangs, the snakes large head instead slams into the overhanging stone, dazing the creature and forcing it to reel back into the safety of its cavern to gather its baring; the force of the impact, however, knocks a large chunk of stone in the old tunnel loose, which strikes Yael as she flees and makes her way down the remaining length of tunnel. Winding and weaving, the path leads out into the open air, and the cajoling parrot.

Coming to the three way divide before them, the elder stallion and the gray mare make different choices in which path to go down. Both of them chose paths that wind and weave, and have a mostly downward slope, but only one of them comes across one of the more dangerous inhabitants of the island tunnel system.

As Wessex comes into a narrow, dimly lit cavern, she is presented with quite the predicament; the mouth which leads to the sound of the parrot calls and oceanic roar is completely sealed up by a funnel web. Like many funnels, at its tapered base is a spider, but unlike regular spiders, this jet-black one is a quarter the size of the stout warrior mare, with bulbous, beady eyes, and pinchers which clatter as it takes notice of the intruder in its lair. Instantaneously defensive, because it is currently trapped in the narrow end of its funnel, the spider quickly sets to ripping away the strands of its web, eagerly clattering its desire to dine on such a sizeable meal. Those who know their spiders will also notice this one seems to be built much like a jumping spider. Perhaps it would be wise to kill it before it starts springing about the cavern…

Albrecht, however, is more fortunate than his herd-mate, and proves that with old age, comes wisdom. Arriving in a water filled cavern, the subterranean pool is some fifteen feet across, and ringed around its edge by a four to five foot stone ledge, which has crumbled to a measly foot in some places, making it impossible to reach the exit via this safe path. At the heart of the pool is a large stalagmite, its companion having long since fallen from the roof of the cavern into the water below, creating a shoddy bridge, where it leans against the crystal encrusted stalagmite. In the middle of this makeshift, half hazard stone ledge is a peculiar, faintly glowing rock, which is slightly smaller than a child’s fist. Is that the magic rock that parrot was prattling on about? Sure looks magical enough. Regardless, the only way to the exit is to cross the fallen stalactite, and clear the small jump from its leaning tip to the ledge several feet below.

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Amaris finds nothing on her remaining path. Wessex is met with the challenge of a giant jumping spider. Yael is struck by a sizeable rock as she narrowly evades the snake. Albrecht finds the path with the magic rock, but must also make his way across a dangerous pseudo-bridge to make it out of the caverns with his prize.

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Strom :: Suma Ball Python :: None Townsen
#19
A distant but penetrating light slowly begins to lift the utter darkness of the passage. Soft outlines of the stone walls around him begin to materialize, giving the old stallion clear reference points to straighten his path and encourage his step, but still he moves with caution, ears and eyes swiveling, his muscles taut with the fear of unknown dangers. His nostrils flare with each muted echo that reaches out from the other tunnels, too muffled to make out details, but clearly markers of intense activity. He shivers, blinking away imaginative horrors. All he wants at this point is to get back outside where his natural speed and proclivity to nope-the-fuck-out might save him from harm. Still trailing halfway down his bonded’s face, tongue flicking wildly as ever, Strom’s mental hum of disappointment weakly answers.

Here, in the dark and the quiet, he feels useful, able for once, his thermal and scent mapping replacing the old stallion’s weakened senses and temporary lack of vision. Outside he’s little more than parasitic. Limbless, voiceless, and very nearly expressionless to an observer, he might as well be another article of clothing, albeit a talking one.

"You’d make a fine pair of boots.” His bonded teases, pressing an image of snake-skin cannon guards through their shared consciousness - black of course, and with an auburn stripe down their fronts. ‘So thin. Make cape.’ The python heckles back, imposing his own image across their bond, a paper thin caricature of the old stallion, all but his greying face disappearing when he turns forward, drawing an amused huff of breath from the real one. "But who would harass me so cleverly without you?” He poses, affection softening the words.

The pair round a corner then, entering a chamber filled with water. Immediately the stallion feels uneasy, eyeing the broken ledges, the makeshift bridge, and the obvious bait at the center of the pool. He hovers at the edge of the lake, sniffing it’s black surface and snorting, ripples expanding away from the tip of his beard where it dips into the water. It’s impossible to tell how deep it is, and more worryingly, impossible to see anything through the murky depths, but from the other side of the chamber shines the light of day, an exit at last.

Swallowing his apprehension, the old stallion steps onto the fallen stalactite, slowly inching forward until all four feet are on the slab, his ears pricked sharply forward for any noise or shift of balance that might hint at the thing crumbling. For a moment he’s frozen there, and to his relief, nothing happens. The stone room remains quiet and unchanged. With a sigh of released tension, the old black picks his way forward and across, snatching the glowing pebble from it’s pedestal as he passes and tucking it into his scarf as he goes, his eyes hungry for the opening beyond it – for freedom – vowing to examine the newly acquired trinket and what it’s magic entails later.


"Talk."
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