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 Posted: Fri May 01, 2015 12:47 am
Throughout the mist coast lies collections of tide pools where smaller sea creatures live and find sanctuary. Those that enjoy seafood come to harvest the animals to cook and make an assortment of meals, jewelry and knickknacks. This is also a place to find quiet comfort by the sea, enjoy the splash of the waves why looking into the tranquil pools that have gathered in between the rocks. Some say that these waters can even tell the future, or help remember a past event in your life. Can you see something in those sea foam waters?
SIDE EVENT: Memories...- Talk to the voices in the Tide pools. Voices are calling you from within the tide pools. As you look down you see faces; no, not faces memories, snippets and flashes of memories. The voices call to you and you can't help but reach down towards it. The second your horn or hooves touch the water, all you can hear are the memories billowing around you. The Tide pools are comprised of memories. Roll a 20-sided dice. Match your dice roll to the result. If your dice roll is a duplicate, you may PICK one of the results below. This result is your prompt. exclaim This is a daily event! You can do this event once per day until the Gatekeeper's Sanctuary closes. You will always get the reward! exclaim During this event you will edit your post with the roll and write a short BACKSTORY for your character with the result roll as your THEME. So for instance, if I roll 6, and I get "loss" I have to write a short backstory involving loss. This is going to be freestyle writing, however you want to write it. It is a minimum of 50 words. - It must be backstory about your character, something that happened in their past that they remember. It can be anything. - If your character has absolutely no backstory, write about someone close to them instead and their reactions involving them. You can make up a character for this exercise, that is pertinent with your character. Themes: 1. Kindness 2. Loss 3. Wisdom 4. Death 5. Beginnings 6. Endings 7. Hatred 8. Confusion 9. Repeat 10. Normalcy 11. Grey 12. Hiding 13. Fear 14. Happiness 15. Despair 16. Nostalgic 17. Empty 18. Rewarding 19. Hope 20. Wishes - Once again roll three times and do three of these in separate posts. Once you are done, and your posts are completed, go ahead and claim your prize below.   +1 Tracks *Credit: TiH for event framework*
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Freaksrus rolled 1 20-sided dice:
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Total: 7 (1-20)
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Posted: Fri May 01, 2015 8:05 am
My name: Saukaranda My faction: Citizen Small IC description of character: She was not so carefree. She loved her dad, but he could be very aggravating. She has a temper, but easily controlled it. She is easy to please, but can have a viper tongue. Oracle Scribe: Freaksrus' Oracle ScribeShe went to the pool and stared at it. She heard things. It talked to her of her past. Had she ever hated anyone? She remembered. Once when she was little her father had run off with some Mare. She loved her father. He told her he would always be with her. He would never leave. He loved her forever. She loved him. It was always fun days. Dancing with her dad in the moonlight. Running through the woods at full speed. It always seemed like days with her father would never change. But now she was alone for the first time in her life. She cryed out for her dad. But he didn't answer. He had gone off and left her. Soon her tears dried and she became angry. How dare he leave her! Why was that Mare so special? She screamed and railed for days. He finally arrived and smiled at her. "Heya Kid! Sorry I had to talk with that lady for awhile. You ok?" Rosestar smiled and nuzzled her. "I hate you!" She screamed and ran from him. Her hatred for that Mare had grown over the days. It had been put on to her father as well. He ran after her and tried to explain. She had gotten over it. But her hatred of those women was still a scar.
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Freaksrus rolled 1 20-sided dice:
6
Total: 6 (1-20)
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Posted: Fri May 01, 2015 8:36 am
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Freaksrus rolled 1 20-sided dice:
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Total: 17 (1-20)
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Posted: Fri May 01, 2015 8:38 am
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dovelybird rolled 1 20-sided dice:
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Total: 13 (1-20)
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Posted: Fri May 01, 2015 11:29 am
Quote: My name: Heremon. My faction: Nightmares. Small IC description of character: Coy and charming, witty and flirtatious, sharp and dangerous...take care around this young stallion. He has nothing to lose and everything to gain, and the only thing he wants besides a little entertaining company is a chance at wealth and power. Oracle Scribe: [x]
"Don't tell me you didn't know, Heremon."
It's the biting tone of his father being spat after him as he runs, his legs young and strong, his hooves crushing patches of grass, his lungs burning as he sprints. He's too young for this, isn't ready, isn't-
"Your brother is DEAD! You can't run from this!"
Even as he ducks his head and pants, foaming sweat spreading over his coat, he can still hear everything. It's not just his father shouting at him from a distance as he tries to keep up, no, it's his brother screeching in panic, the sound of his hooves as he tried to climb, tried to regain his footing.
"I'll kill you if I see your face again!"
He's really going to die, isn't he, is really going to feel his father's horn sink into his chest? The cold stab of fear shooting through him feels like an icy horn.
Heremon stumbles back from the pool with a nicker, sweating, panting like he'd just been running all over again. He stares at the tidepool. What the Goddess had just...Word Counter: 226 words.
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dovelybird rolled 1 20-sided dice:
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Posted: Fri May 01, 2015 11:36 am
It was a fluke, right? Just a fluke. Though his heart is still pounding in fear Heremon approaches the pool tentatively again, stares into the surface gently rolling with the wind.
"Are you all right?"
He glances up from where he's catching a moment's rest. There's an endless amount of plains stretching out before him, each blade more vivid and tantalizing than the last, but he can't bring himself to eat, not today. It's been exactly a year. A year of running. A year of remembering. And what's mortifying is that...the pain's not there anymore. The fear is nearly gone. All that's left is Heremon.
He watches the gray Ramma who approaches him, purple designs swirled over his coat. A handsome sort of creature, though looking tentative enough. "Yeah," he murmurs, ducking his head for a moment. "Long day of traveling, I'm afraid." He even chuckles. "I think I might be too tired to eat."
There's a long moment of silence before the Ramma approaches, and when Heremon glances up he sees it holding out a small pouch toward him in its teeth. He narrows his eyes, but takes it when the other corm nickers. "Fruit. Might be easier on you than grass," the stranger says. "There's plenty by my home. You're welcome to it."
He isn't going to pass up an opportunity like that. Heremon spills the fruit over the ground, then eats it, surprised at the appetite that suddenly sinks its claws into his stomach. The stranger simply stands beside him, not even watching him, but Heremon swears he can feel the warmth of concern, companionship, kindness.
"My name is Dempsey," he eventually says.
Heremon smiles at him, watches with a sort of interest as Dempsey drops his head sheepishly just from that. "...Heremon. A pleasure, Dempsey."Word Counter: 300 words.
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dovelybird rolled 1 20-sided dice:
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Total: 17 (1-20)
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Posted: Fri May 01, 2015 11:43 am
Just one more glance today, just...just one more.
He goes back one day, when Dempsey is asleep one night, when he won't realize that Heremon disappeared into the darkness and wouldn't return for a solid week. He approaches his old home under the cloak of darkness and pauses outside of the dwelling, peering through the window of his parents' room. And it's...interesting, really, because his father who elicited so much fear years before, when he looks at him, there's...nothing.
But perhaps that's not surprising. He'd never been close with his father, who was more a donator of life essence than anything else. His mother, he loved her, adored her, practically worshiped the ground she walked on until his brother was born, and he looks at her next, sees the moonlight shining across her face, and all of that loyalty and adoration and love...
...it's gone.
Heremon blinks in confusion, tosses his head even in a wee bit of anxiety. He doesn't give a damn about either of them anymore. He looks around at the other houses in the small village, can remember where his childhood friends lived, where the first mare he romanced lived, all of it, but there's nothing.
He's an empty vessel. And suddenly he feels vividly without a history.
When he returns to Dempsey in a week, sees what a panic he left the stallion in, he can only smirk in response, because while the amusement he feels is a bit cruel, it's far better than feeling nothing at all.Word Counter: 256 words.
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Owlsomniac rolled 1 20-sided dice:
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Total: 13 (1-20)
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Posted: Fri May 01, 2015 12:47 pm
 My name: Fable My faction: Nightmare Small IC description of character: Fable is a somewhat small and dainty mare with a keen and piercing gaze. Her manner is distant, but intense, and she seems somewhat disconnected from those around her. Oracle Scribe: hereFable has always enjoyed the beaches. Some feel threatened by the mists, and perhaps they should. She certainly isn't immune to the sense of strangeness they impart on a person -- or the old tales of unnameable things that lurk further out in the deep, dark, waters. Still.... there is something about them that draws her in. Perhaps that is why she finds herself here, now. The pools are strange, and still, amid the crashing waves that break upon the rocks. Their tranquility seems to call to her, and though she should perhaps resist.... she cannot. Like a moth to a flame she makes her way closer until, eventually, she peers down and into herself. She remembers..... ... a time when she was young. It was cool, and dark, and papa had just finished telling her a story. An old tale.... about the marble trees, and the invaders. Ma hadn't wanted him to, she could tell, but Fable could be stubborn, even then, and she did love a good story. Especially the old ones.
But later, that night, left to sleep in her bed of soft grass with Ma and Papa sleeping on the other side of the den she felt....unease. The night was so dark. Even the light of the pale crescent moon was only strong enough to barely make its way past the opening lip of the cave.
The unease grows, and soon she finds herself huddling down in the dark with wide eyes. Her breath grows quick, like a frightened mouse. Why is she so afraid, suddenly? Papa is only a dark shape in the dark. The glow of Ma's eyes, like her own, shut out in sleep. She has the uncanny, and sharply vivid certainty, that they are both dead.
She screams, and wakes -- and the morning is bright. Papa comes running, and she is shaking and crying but the dream is already fading....Fable pulls back with a gasp, and nearly stumbles on the slick rocks. She'd forgotten all about that, but now the fear feels as fresh as the day she's woken so long ago as a little filly. Pa... her heart clenches a little when she thinks of him. But no... old pains were best left in the past. She sighs then, and looks over the water. Gradually, her heart returns to a normal pace.
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Owlsomniac rolled 1 20-sided dice:
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Total: 16 (1-20)
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Posted: Fri May 01, 2015 12:56 pm
NOSTALGIA
After awhile, Fable's gaze is drawn back to the tidepools. She finds a trapped fish in one of them, colorful and bright it splashes about when she gets too close but it has nowhere to go. She scoops it up with a hoof and watches it flop over and down into the waves.
She looks again into the pool, its surface now smooth and undisturbed. There is green algae growing there.... a whole underwater world. For some reason, it reminds her of something...
Not so very long ago, but closer to her fillyhood than not, Fable had just started on the path of her wanderings. Her 'gift' as some called it was still somewhat new, but familiar, and she'd decided she wanted to see the world. Her father had tried to forbid her but she was too stubborn. She would be fine, she assured them. After all she wasn't a little fil' anymore.
Her first night alone, she'd spent under the open sky staring up into the stars. So vast and far away and beautiful.... she remembers it clearly, now. Next to a brook that, in the morning, was filled with soft, plush, moss as green as anything she'd ever seen. Oh, how wonderful it had tasted, too! And the stallion she'd met there.... a stranger, a wanderer like herself. Fable had been breathless with the newness of everything. To be on her own, experiencing the world.
That night, they'd laid under the stars together counting constellations and sharing stories. Usually, she was more reserved.... hard to know. Something about him, though -- she couldn't name it. She'd simply felt comfortable with him. In some ways, it made her feel like a little filly again.
She never did see him again after that, but somehow it didn't make her sad.
"....I wonder whatever happened to him," she thinks wistfully. Perhaps she would see him again, one day.
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Owlsomniac rolled 1 20-sided dice:
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Posted: Fri May 01, 2015 1:03 pm
ENDINGS
Staring into the pool with the sun warm on her face, Fable feels contented and calm, despite that first most unpleasant recollection. She still doesn't know what made her think of it. These strange mists, perhaps? There was a saying, after all, about these tidepools....
This time, though, her thoughts turn to something a little more recent.
In all her travels, she has never stayed in one place for too long. A few days, a few weeks at most, maybe a winter if the storms were bad.... and then she was gone, as quietly as she'd come, like a dream dispersing with the morning light.
But there was one place she had stayed a little longer than she might have, otherwise. It was no one thing in particular, really. A normal village, with normal unicorns, with normal and expected hopes and dreams and wishes for their children and loved ones. They were welcoming enough, enjoyed her company when she deigned to give it, and whispered about her dream-speaking behind her back or openly in front of her and with awe, or suspicion. Nothing new.
And yet... there was something about it. Fable liked it there. The way the mountain's sleepy shadow fell blue and purple in the mornings and evenings over the village. She liked how the birds sang, sweet and trilling and almost hushed as if afraid to break the hush that seemed to lay eternally over the place, as if everyone were merely waiting to wake for a new day. No rush, no hurry. Peaceful, that's what it was. There had been other peaceful places, too, of course.
Why this one?
She never could quite grasp it. Maybe she was tired.
Then, of course.... inevitably it was time to leave. Maybe one day she would return. Then again, perhaps not. A dream revisited never really felt quite the same.
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Samuel Carlin rolled 1 20-sided dice:
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Total: 19 (1-20)
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Posted: Fri May 01, 2015 11:40 pm
My name: Coriole My faction: Citizen Small IC description of character: Always willing to help those in need, Coriole is loyal to the life he's always known. Unlikely to be swayed into the shadows but willing to fight against them. Oracle Scribe: http://www.gaiaonline.com/guilds/viewtopic.php?t=24685985 ---- 19: HopeHe was a young stallion, barely past the long, knobby-kneed days of his colthood. He had grown up watching the older stallions dare one another in races across an overgrown meadow. It was the fact that the grass was so long that made the challenge difficult. Daring. Exciting. The rules were simple: Start at one side of the meadow, take a deep breath, and race across it as fast as you could without looking down at the ground underhoof. There could be anything beneath you; mud, holes that would catch and snap an ankle, rocks that would shift beneath the next long stride and send you sprawling, snakes... any number of hazards. And that was the point. The bravest never looked. The bravest among the brave, those who not only didn't look down, but ran with their eyes closed, it was said, might one day be recognized for that bravery and chosen to serve the King or Queen, for only the bravest deserved a place in that herd. One day, Coriole told himself, a dozen, a thousand times. One day, he would stand among those ranks. One day, he wished and hoped with all his might. 196
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Samuel Carlin rolled 1 20-sided dice:
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Posted: Fri May 01, 2015 11:46 pm
My name: Coriole My faction: Citizen Small IC description of character: Always willing to help those in need, Coriole is loyal to the life he's always known. Unlikely to be swayed into the shadows but willing to fight against them. Oracle Scribe: http://www.gaiaonline.com/guilds/viewtopic.php?t=24685985 ---- 3: WisdomHis sire's sire had passed earlier that morning, and Coriole's heart was both heavy and honored. The last thing the old stallion had said to him before he laid down in the shade of a wide-branched tree still rang in his ears. Listen well, Coriole, but never let another tell you what to hear. Think before you act, but never let your thoughts distract you from the moment. Take love when it is offered; give love when it is asked. And never, never, forget who you are, for without the knowledge of yourself, you have nothing in all the world.
Wise words that would stay with Coriole for the rest of his life.
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Samuel Carlin rolled 1 0-sided dice:
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Posted: Fri May 01, 2015 11:52 pm
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Posted: Fri May 01, 2015 11:53 pm
Roll 3 because I biffed the last one
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