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find what you love and let it kill you; ALL - magnus - 10-18-2016 — find what you love and let it kill you — magnus TL;DR: * Offspring, Eight, and Malis have stepped down as leaders of Tephra * Magnus is proposing one leader with support of a 3-tiered council. One would be the head of the "guardians" or army / defense. One would be the diplomatic head. The third would be nominated by the leader. * He is also proposing ranks with one caste. You could gain points and promotions by typical diplomatic or army activities so no one would be limited to either [although, of course, you could do one or the other if only one suited you]. * He also wants to organize some trips to visit the other kingdoms / lands to feel them out. I think that's it. :| If I forgot something, I'm sorry! If you have any questions or want to throw out any other ideas, feel free. My activity should be picking up more so whee! RE: find what you love and let it kill you; ALL - Belgarath - 10-21-2016 belgarath Permission from Kortnee to challenge Magnus Sorry dear! @[Harmonia] RE: find what you love and let it kill you; ALL - Lucrezia - 10-21-2016 Silence is often one of the loudest noises heard from Lucrezia, or so it seems these last years. It had always come with uncertainty in her life that had made her fled from the home and those that she cared and loved for. This time it had been no different when the world she knew had been ripped away from her and birthed a new one. The new world had been too much for her. She had not been ready to let go of a past that was tied to close to her heart and let go of others in their own path. And despite all of this she had found a new home and possibly a friendship. It was in time, and today was the day, that she returned to her new home—Tephra—even if the sound of a new home still rings strangely in her thoughts. But this time it did not make her feel so sick to her stomach. Lucrezia had settled on the past and came to terms that this was the future and she must not keep herself in the shadows of a history that has already passed. She has decided it was time to come out and be part of the present—a new life that was given to her, a second chance to actually be what and who she was supposed to be. Her gaze, those familiar nutmeg eyes that pass from generation to generation from her family, watch from a close distance as she makes her way to the two stallions. She can hear as Magnus gives his speech. A smile instantly draws on her lips to see that he is still around but also stepping up to ensure this place still lives. However, she is not pleased to see the other. His words are not welcomed here, and a part of her wonders if this is what it was like when they came to the sandy kingdom – her only true home – because of power and greed. It expels from the Spanish Norm so vividly. It disgusts her in many ways altogether. “Magnus,” she says softly as she comes to a stop in front of the two other stallions. She gives the familiar buckskin a soft friendly smile, but she does not allow herself to pleasantries right now. This was a time that was most important of all, a time she knew that would change the fate of her home. “I have answered his call,” She says firmly, not letting her eyes drop from the Spanish Norm that stands much taller than her. Lucrezia has never been afraid of others. Her father, Rodrik, had ensured she was well prepared for such events as this and all other problems in life with the skills she had been taught by her father. “What is your next move, little man?” She says with a soft smile that holds a deep sarcastic smile. RE: find what you love and let it kill you; ALL - Spear + Spark - 10-21-2016 They come back, because this is all that is left to them - magma and memories. The scent of their father is remiss; the great black stallion is gone then? Perhaps in search of his beloved, they think, though neither of them gives this thought that they share between them a chance to be heard. Each of them understands the nature of the beast that is love, though again, neither of them offers up a thought on the matters of throbbing hearts and confused brains. Something happened to them out there, away from here, that neither of them talks about with the other --
The divide between them is as clear and deep as the first new river the great Mountain made here.
They remember him; the buckskin stallion that used to oversee their play amidst the rivers of lava that split the land like big hot veins that pulsed and beckoned to them. Something about the fire, genetic mayhap? Their big black sire used to have bits of it coursing hot and fierce in his blood, and ergo, bits of it must be in them. But now, the buckskin stands there in the midst of those that remain - so few, as it had been in the beginning when this land rose up out of the mists and revealed herself to them, and they come forward too, to look upon the gathering, and to listen.
It does not surprise them to learn that their father has conceded his might to another, maybe not so much his might as his right to lead them. They do not fret, remembering how the buckskin looked over them with kind, protective eyes and they can only imagine that he will turn that same gaze outward now, over the entirety of the land as he did in those earlier days when he was but a humble stranger like all the rest of them. Not so strange though, for he had learned the lay of this sulphuric land and her hot air much quicker than the rest, patrolling it day in and day out. Oh they had watched him! Followed him in their games, trying to see who could track him better than the other before he noticed (he always noticed, and they, as children, did not care).
Grown now, in some ways but not all, they look and they listen as they have always done.
Neither of them has much to say, but they look interested at the mention of envoys to other lands.
They are about to ask, but -
He comes, a stallion without a name but a shape that is monstrous and big.
He moves with threat as his intent, clear and sharp, as he barks at Magnus about a lack of followers and just conceding the land to him.
(They are curious - why does he want the land so bad if there are none in it? Who would follow him if he too, comes alone, unaided in that moment?)
Each of them gives a nod to the familiar buckskin stallion, and to the mare that smells like she has been here a long time. “We are here too,” they pipe up as one; some things still occur for them in unison, like lending their voices to a shared cause of support for Magnus. Still, they are curious and between them, their red and black eyes keep straying back to the big gray that threatens the peaceful nature of the land with his sharp bravado. They are curious to see how this will play out. RE: find what you love and let it kill you; ALL - Malis - 10-22-2016 She is not made to lead things, not meant for the role she had been once given, twice accepted. So when the world returned Killdare to her, when even as a stranger he agreed to come back and stay with her in Tephra, it was an easy decision to step back from her role as a leader. Easier still that the others had done the same. She had only ever been Queen of the Chamber on behest of her powerful bay counterpart, only stepped up to lead again in Tephra because Killdare would have wanted her to protect his Chamberlings. But that man was gone and in his place stood someone who was not less, but he was not whole. He did not expect such aspiring things from the wild blue mare anymore; they were more strangers than paired, now. So it was easy to step back, easy to trust her people to Magnus- easy, because she trusted him wholly and trust was not a thing earned lightly from her. She would stay on as long as he would have her, but she is not made to be the leader of anything. When he calls to them, she is nearby. It had always been reflexive to protect those she cared for, and it seems that the instinct to safeguard this leader is no different than the one she had felt when first she vowed the same for Killdare. One glance across the grassy plains reveals that she is not the only one to have heard his call. They are few, but surely it must be the same everywhere as families rebuild and friends still search for those they have lost. It made sense to her that so many chose to keep to themselves, that they should want to be tucked away within the reach of their own loved ones. But even now she can trace the movement of silhouettes against the green, dark smudges like ants collecting in the wake of Magnus. It seemed he had earned more than just her faith. It doesn’t take long for those who will come to gather around him, and so she settles into a spot that is close enough to Magnus that she can trace the pale outline of every gold dapple strewn across his skin. She is silent when he speaks, curious, but unconcerned because she knows he is more than capable of caring for this family of strangers. He is clever and he is reasonable, logical, because this role is not a game for him, it is not a conquest. He is here only to protect his people, to create a haven among strangers. It is something even Malis can believe in. But the tone of the meeting changes when the dapple grey stallion joins them, cool and confident and arrogant in a way that is familiar. She would not have disliked him either if not for the words that came spilling from the dark slash of his mouth. But his words are like a splinter forced beneath her skin, catching and pulling and wholly unwelcomed. She steps forward to stand at Magnus’ shoulder, reaching out once to touch her mouth against his neck in a way that is possessive, a way she has never been able to shake. Her eyes on the grays face are dark and wild, flashing like cold emeralds in a burned earth. She feels naked without her abilities now, without the knowledge that her skin will knit back, without the row of curving obsidian horns like a strange crown on her face. But it was never that which made her reckless, never invulnerability that made her unafraid. So she fixes her attention on the dappled grey stallion, unconcerned with the way he dwarfed her or the wild she felt trapped beneath his eyes. She knew wild, and it loved her. Even now she could feel it thrash beneath her skin, static like trapped lightning, frothing and burning and molding into a chaos she could wield like a blade. “He is not alone.” She says evenly, pointedly, and though it is not her usual threat, it is weighted and heavy with warning. Where are your friends, is what she means. okay but this timeline is so confusing D: RE: find what you love and let it kill you; ALL - Offspring - 10-22-2016 don't forget that this is a choice. pick your poison; live with remorse. He had faltered, but he had not fallen. Time would go on, as it always had and as it always would - it hardly needed him to man the helm; and the volcanic ash did not need him to stir it. Though he had relinquished his own command, he had never left, nor would he. No longer did he have the mind to seek ice and snow, as bubbling brooks of corrosive lava and hot pipes of brewing steam became as much a part of him as the sleet had ever been. He would linger in the shadows, a presence to be called upon in need, a figure of solidarity. He felt secure in body and mind that land had been obtained, that those he loved and cared for had a refuge - shelter - but he could no longer call himself a King. It had been a tiring time, even for one who held eternity within his proverbial grasp. Alas, the silence of morning has been broken with a rippling call that echoes all too easily across the vacuous land. His breath is still warm along the gently sloping spine of his beloved, but with a simple gaze, she understands - Isle has always understood the deep, throbbing desire to serve and protect that festered within him. Without a word, he draws himself away from her, his heavy prints pounding into the moist, nutrient rich soil that sifts so easily beneath the immense weight of his body. It does not take his glowing red eyes long to find the source, and he lowers the mass of his thick neck, slowing the breakneck pace to a mere lope - others had begun to gather as well, and gently, his whiskered lips brush the shoulder of his daughter's shoulder (Spark and Spear had been born of such unusual circumstances, yet he had grown a deep fondness that caused his heart to ache upon each of their mismatched eyes meeting with his). He had not gone away; he never would. His heart was bound, and his body would follow. Power was not something he had ever thirsted for, the way that some did. Silence remains as his mind is weighed down with the careful, heady wording of the warrior that stood before him - an ally, but more than that - a friend. Magnus knew the heavy burden of the crown, having worn it himself, and with such etched experience the two had grown close in knowing the tiring road that lay ahead. It had grown too much for Offspring, with loss and remorse heavy on his aching mind, but his heart remained satisfied with the land obtained. Safety. Shelter. Refuge. He longed for the simpler things now; the rest of the world could burn to ashes for all he cared. A looming figure approaches, his presence heavily stated but without any proper punctuation. Careful and wary, his dark eyes of fire observe his every hardened line and the joyless humor that lingers within his foreboding eyes. Trouble, his instinct presses, and he cannot deny it. Nostrils flaring with mild agitation, he withholds his sharpened tongue as he foolishly pushes closer to the mottled buckskin before him, towering over him in a pathetic attempt to intimidate. It only takes a few heavy steps of his own massive physique to align his body with Magnus', his own glowering eyes meeting with Belgarath's - with an entire hand advantage of his own. "I, too, have answered his call, and he is far from alone," His heavy voice rises from the ashes, echoing the sentiment of the indigo female, gruff from disuse but gravelly with something looming - a threat lingering at the back of his throat. "perhaps you are lost? Blind, by chance? Only a fool would tread so carelessly into the fray without knowing what he is up against." offspring RE: find what you love and let it kill you; ALL - Sahm+Newton - 10-22-2016
RE: find what you love and let it kill you; ALL - Thanata - 10-22-2016 It was well on the way to a full year that Thanata had spent in her new home, along with the other horses that had willingly followed after Magnus, Offspring, and the others that wanted a piece of Beqanna to call their own. Everyone was still on edge nowadays, after what the land had done last time a fight between members of different kingdoms had broken out. Granted, Thanata was a bit frightened too; she did not wish for her family to be broken apart. Family... the word was still foreign to her. Thanata had no offspring of her own, or any kindred within the kingdom. Any family she did have, she left behind a long time ago, when she'd come in search of this place, any place, to escape the stallion hunting her down. The horses she'd met in the (former) Tundra had graciously taken her in, offering her an escape, a place to call home, to be safe. Thanata could never repay them enough for their kindness, which is why when she heard Magnus' call for the kingdom members to gather, the Friesian mare was more than willing to do so. From her grazing spot in one of the meadows, she took off toward the call, her long stride propelling her over the ground with ease. Her long, wavy mane floated behind her as if it were an obsidian cloud, her muscles rippling beneath her coat. The mare slid to a graceful stop when she arrived, seeing a number of horses already there. Magnus, of course, Sahm, his lover and their filly a safe distance back, Malis, the blue mare and a strong friend of Magnus, Lucrezia, a mare Thanata was not all that familiar with, Spear and Spark, two of Offspring's descendants, a stallion than Thanata did not know, and Offspring himself. The dark mare's gaze lingered on the powerful Tundra king for a moment longer than they should have. She would not let herself be distracted. Originally, she had come here with the intention of letting Magnus know she was interested in perhaps taking a position of leadership to help the kingdom along, recruiting new members and giving those that lived here a peaceful state of mind. But when she arrived and saw the gray, all those thoughts went out her ears. The mare's nostrils flared as she pawed the ground, threatened by this stallion's presence. It was obvious he was here to challenge someone, but by the way everyone was standing beside Magnus, it would not be easy. Thanata joined her comrades and friends, glaring at the gray as she placed herself close to the leaders and kingdom members, "You truly are a fool to think he would be alone," she said, addressing the gray stallion, "You come here, flaunting how you think he would have no supporters. Quite the opposite; he has a great number of them, who are all willing to stand beside him and keep annoying pests like you from interrupting the peace in our land." RE: find what you love and let it kill you; ALL - magnus - 10-23-2016 — find what you love and let it kill you — magnus RE: find what you love and let it kill you; ALL - Aranea - 10-24-2016 my apologies for my delay - i'm sorry i missed the activity! stupid bronchitis -.- ive been waiting for this dangit! ara can't speak but she wants to help =P she's good at fighting and diplomacy, and hopefully somebody can help her communicate at some point ;D
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