lay me gently in the cold dark earth Errant has been quiet, even more withdrawn than usual. It is time for that to end. The playing field of Beqanna has been leveled and given their world’s already volatile state, Errant knows that the Tundra cannot remain unprepared. The spirit of the Tundra had come to him, and it is time that the black king share with his brothers what he has learned. He calls out to them, his voice loud in the springtime air. His brothers will be enjoying their good weather, he knows, the brief respite that spring and summer bring to their icy kingdom. There will be more warmth, he knows, once they have proven themselves to the Tundra. They will be greater than ever, with a well-fortified kingdom and a king intent on keeping them safe and well-renowned. Without his Tundra scars, Errant feels naked. He still wears the silver-white remnants of the bear attack and the healed injuries of old battles, but the crown and snowflakes have disappeared entirely. As he waits for his brothers to gather around, he glances over his shoulder toward the mountains where the cave had been. Or perhaps still was, with a new entrance. He cannot fathom the work of gods. He knows only what he has seen with his own storm grey eyes. “Some of you might have noticed your scars are gone.” He says, glancing around, seeing some of his companions without markings they have worn for years. “Other might have seen the strange new shrine in the center of the kingdom.” Errant pauses, waiting for acknowledgement. They might not have seen it; after all, he was the only one that the kingdom had seen fit to manifest to. “The god of the Tundra came to me the night our markings left us. He told me of the shrine, and that the division between mythic and non-mythic kingdoms have been broken down. All kingdoms are magical now. Or rather, they will be in a few year’s time.” Errant imagines that he can make it faster, but doesn’t presume for no, or speculate on it at this particular gathering. “We can have an air force, if any of you men wish wings. The Lord Commander will earn a horn, and the Grand Maester empathy.” There is also the matter of invisibility and his own immortality, but they are for a later time and a smaller audience. “Do any of you wish to join the air force? Brennen will teach you, if he accepts the task?” Errant looks to the bay stallion, nearly positive that he will accept the offer, but prepared to don wings himself and learn if he must. Hurricane can help too, he thinks as he looks at the grey stallion. “We are also in need of both a Lord Commander and a Grand Maester. Do I have any volunteers?” He knows who he wants for at least one of those positions, but will wait to see if the old man volunteers. Errant knows that there are likely to be questions after such an announcement, so he nods once – a finality. He’s finished for now, and willing to do what he can to satisfy curiosity. i'll crawl home to her |
Assailant -- Year 226
"But the dream, the echo, slips from him as quickly as he had found it and as consciousness comes to him (a slap and not the gentle waves of oceanic tides), it dissolves entirely. His muscles relax as the cold claims him again, as the numbness sets in, and when his grey eyes open, there’s nothing but the faint after burn of a dream often trod and never remembered." --Brigade, written by Laura
Kingdom Meeting
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07-10-2015, 12:22 PM
The Tundra had been quiet of late, though that is not entirely uncommon. The Tundra he had known in the past had always been quiet. But things are changing. Old magics have awoken, stirred the land. New life has been breathed into the earth. So when the call goes out to the kingdom, he is unsurprised. He had been expecting this. He had had much time to reflect in the few years since he had returned. His return had been quiet, just as he had intended. He came to protect the Tundra. And now it is time to serve as he once had. The decision has been made. He would not be leaving this time. He has too many reasons to stay. He is the first to arrive. His pale wings carry him easily to Errant. The newly revealed ruins stand in the distance. He glances at them briefly before he drops from the sky, landing before their king with a thud. Once all have gathered, he listens quietly as Errant speaks. As he carries no scars, he had been unaware of their disappearance. The news, however, does not illicit a reaction from him. He had felt the shift in the earth, seen the newly risen ruins. The shock has long since passed. Of course, when one had inhabited Beqanna as long as he, one grew accustomed to the odd workings of the land. When the king finishes speaking, ending with his queries, Hurricane takes a step forward. It is time. As I am already equipped with wings, I feel the air force would be a suitable place for me. Additionally, though I will willingly apply myself to any diplomatic missions you would like to send me on, I feel my talents would be best put to use in the army. As such, I would like to join its ranks. There is never a day that goes by that is a good day to die. Hurricane
07-10-2015, 04:37 PM
the walls kept tumbling down in the city that we love
great clouds rolling over the hills and if you close your eyes, does it almost feel like nothing's changed at all? They have all been quiet. Some more than others, but none of them have been interacting with each other. Brennen was busy with his children, and then with his trip to the Falls, and he has just returned to the Tundra, looking to search out the twins first, when Errant calls them. So he doesn’t have time for much – he simply gathers them up and brings them along. They are not quiet, children rarely are, but their hushed voices fall quiet as the gathered Brothers when Errant is prepared to speak. The black King is not the only one who feels naked. Without the Tundra’s effects Brennen is still quite battered, remnants of a life of fighting, but his scars are no longer a stark white color, but more natural. And the mark of being general more than once in his lifetime, the only tangible mark of his many achievements, is gone as well. He has not rested easily in many days – the scars fading, and with them his control over wind, and finding out his father was alive and well in the Falls – despite the lovely weather. He nods at Errant’s observations – he had seen the changed landscape in his flyovers but had not yet investigated – and continues to listen, glad to have an explanation for the changes. The other news is more intriguing – if all of the Kingdoms can now have magical beings within their borders, the very fabric of their society will change. It could bring good things to Beqanna – or it could bring war. He shifts uneasily at that thought, glances at his bright children beside him, and turns back to the King in time to nod, agreeing with Errant’s question. “Of course,” he murmurs, agreeing to work with an air force, and then he is quiet as Errant asks for volunteers to lead, and Hurricane speaks up to make his own preferences known. When silence falls again, he looks around at his Brothers, and finally back to Errant. “I will serve in whatever capacity the Tundra needs me for. I have been in charge of the Army before, and I will do so again if that’s what seems best.” There’s a time for proving oneself, for fighting fiercely to be at the top, and Brennen had done that. He’d battled some of Beqanna’s best fighters, worked hard to prove himself to his Brothers, and he is willing to do it again, if the time comes…but he doesn’t feel now is that time. Now is the time to let the younger generation step up, if that is what they all think is best. He’s willing to admit that – though he won’t turn down leading the army again if that is what happens here. For a long moment he watches Errant, as always wondering what exactly goes through the black magician’s head, and then turns to the others to hear their opinions. But there are other things to be discussed, as well. When talk about these things seems to be winding down, Brennen speaks again. “Nihlus and I have just returned from the Falls.” Well, he assumes Nihlus has come home as well, though he flew and left the kid to walk. “Their queen, Shatter Me, is willing and ready to form an Alliance with us, but she has changed the conditions of Alliance with the Falls.” Brennen glances at Nihlus, if he’s there, but if he has any concerns about their visit in that department, well, he will speak to Errant privately about it later. “Those without an alliance will no longer have access to the Fall’s healing waters. Allied Kingdoms will be required to send a member to live in the Falls throughout the duration of the alliance – supposedly this individual will be trained to use the waters, to serve as healer to any of our own who come to use them.” He shifts his wings, frowning, still not certain he likes this development – for the Falls or the Tundra. “I suggested that this would be better if it was an even exchange, with a member of the Falls living here, and Shatter Me said she would consider it, though she didn’t say yes. She’ll send someone for our answer in a month, unless we send word first.” He pauses, letting himself look around to gauge reactions. He wants this – an alliance with the Falls. It makes his life easier, protecting a Kingdom when it’s allied with his own…but he doesn’t like the imbalance any more than they might, and he won’t push for something nobody else is in favor of. But that doesn’t mean he doesn’t have an opinion. “We have nothing like the healing waters to offer in return – and I think that’s a valuable resource. But is it worth the price?” The warrior glances down at the children at his side, and lets himself voice a thought he had been mulling since Shatter spoke. “It doesn’t have to be the same person who goes, and stays. It could be a training exercise for our young people – an out of Kingdom experience for sons, or something for daughters of the Tundra to be able to do while they decide if they would like to stay or go. It could work to our benefit.” Or not. He made the visit, he doesn’t have to make the decision. Benefits of not being in charge. brennen immortal, winged, bone-bending, ice-manipulating Tundra warrior
07-10-2015, 05:30 PM
I won't let you go; so don't leave go of me
They’re together when he comes home, tangled in a heap of limbs and color. They’re usually together, of course, but since the filly was torn from her twin and sent on a strange, somewhat hell-like adventure, they have been especially close. Olivier had been terrified by her sudden disappearance, and she by her adventure – but in the irrepressible way of children, they recovered. And since they were pretty much inseparable before, their increased closeness is not even very noticeable. She chatters her way across the distance, both of them trailing behind Brennen as he strides to the meeting. They are, amazingly for them, mostly quiet. Only a few times does she murmur something into her twin’s ears, quiet enough to not disturb the group, and he responds in kind. But he is the first to address the group – because Errant had said that some of them would earn wings. And the twins have spent many hours as high on the cliffs as they can climb, staring down at the Tundra, wondering how their father saw the world. She was vocal and dreamy with it – a phase, an adventure to be conquered, the dreaming enough in itself. He had internalized it, this desire to be like his sire, and it burned there within like the first ember of a wildfire. “I’d like to be in the airforce,” he pipes up, apparently unaware of the fact that he’s barely a year old, still half legs and an air of freshness that can’t be had by anyone truly grown. “I mean…if there’s room.” He adds when Dagny turns to stare at him, clearly not as unaware of their age. Or, coincidentally, of her gender. When her father talks of the Falls, of sending children or girls, Dagny knows that she would be first on the list. A part of her leaps at the opportunity, the adventure, but a sudden part is fearful of being separated from Olivier. They don’t do separate well, as proven by her recent adventure. Dagny & Olivier
no one can ever follow; no one can ever know
07-22-2015, 01:45 PM
07-28-2015, 11:31 PM
there's no religion that could save me no matter how long my knees are on the floor i'll pick up these broken pieces 'til i'm bleeding if that'll make it right These poor men and their vulnerable nakedness, all unscarred and beautiful; Nihlus holds no grief for their ‘loss.’ While being the youngest member of the Tundra, the rabbit-shifting, rain-manipulation, and astral-projection young stud has no knowledge of being a brother. Sure, some of the men may resent him this fact, but they’ll have to deal; Nihlus is gay and bored. There and men here, and things to do here too (the two are not mutually exclusive, wink wink…). So yeah, he supposes that this may well be his home, but it won’t be his legacy. Yet. (Young men will be young men, after all; rash, impulsive, and sex crazed). He arrives to the meeting horrifically late (just his style), but is unable to keep his big mouth completely shut. While he may not have heard Errant’s or Hurricane’s original spiel, he just manages to catch Brennen’s piece about the Falls, and, well… They told him to shut the rain off. And that just simply wouldn’t do in a potential ally. "I think it’s bullshit. Shatter Me is grabbing for members; why should we oblige? You’re magic as hell, and if war came to us, the Amazons would be on our side. I would put our chances of needing healing waters at a negative ten.” Snorting irately, the young stallion pipes down a moment, listening with one half-heartedly turned ear. While he may be loyal, the boy is also an ass, but you could kiss his for all he cares. "And while flying sounds lovely, I figure I’m decked out enough.” He grins lopsidedly, as though his smile is thunder and his eyes the crackle of lightening. "I’ll be ready when you call, great-uncle.” And with that, Nihlus fabulously concludes the meeting. Nihlus rain manipulating, rabbit shifting son of Sinder & Noori Sorry it's so late guys. I wanted to get something up that screams "I'M STILL HERE," and I think this got my point across... hehe, love you <3 | |
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