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 Posted: Sat Jul 07, 2012 1:30 pm
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"We leave in the evening then, for now rest, prepare your skills, and tomorrow-"
The sentence was left hanging.
However, instead of a dismissal, the Head Priestess pointed towards the pyre, now simply crackling charcoal instead of flames. "Before you leave, a blessing, may this serve you in our battle tomorrow." Inside the pyre, oddly cold to the touch was a small charm, fist-sized, depicting the emblem of the Four Clans. It resonated with power that seemed to call to the horsemen, remind them of what true Fear meant. "May we ride together in victory."
OOC - ALL HORSEMEN can now leave this tent, and move on to the next RP post, the actual battle HERE
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Posted: Sat Jul 07, 2012 1:35 pm
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Posted: Sat Jul 07, 2012 2:05 pm
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Posted: Sun Jul 08, 2012 7:22 am
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The dark tip of a dainty chin ducked in a nod of asset as it seemed the general feel of the room indicated they were all in general agreement. It brought the smallest of smiles to the corner of her lips, if one could call it a smile, more a twitch, there and gone, in satisfaction. Good, they would act quickly, directly, and without undo complications. It was how Nergui preferred things, how she was used to handling every aspect of her life. Or at least how she strove to live. Their lives now were messy, disorganized as the struggled to rebuild. It was unavoidable.
She shifted forward as their priestess began to speak, brows raising minutely at the emphasis the other woman was placing the denizens of Amityville. Was that aggression? Or was she merely attempting to be specific? Hard to tell, but it did send the Neru's thoughts to the skinwalker she was so keen on keeping company with since prom.
Curiosity gave way to pride as they were called to remember who, and what, they all were, and the horsewoman lifted her head, expression smug. They were fear, and they would rise up again, more powerful then ever. All that they once were would not be lost in the aftermath of the fall of their lands. . Would not, could not. It had been easy to simply fall into the new life they had been thrust into, easy to simply cope with the hand they had been dealt, but it had made them forget themselves, but no more. As Medea called them together, the dark skinned priestess was at the edge of her seat, fingers curling into the wood she was perched on. "Yes," she breathed, a quiet agreement. Yes they would walk together, and yes they would reclaim their glory.
She was eager, but even she couldn't help but blink at the suddenness of the plan. They had only just come to the agreement that they would act quickly, but this was rather more rapid then she had honestly expected. Did it matter though? Not entirely, the sooner the better, but it didn't leave much time to prepare. She shifted in her seat once again, withdrawing her hands from the wood she'd been gripping so she could fold them on her lap as she watched their leader indicate the smoldering pyre.
Blessings, charms of protection or tokens of strength and valor. As the others around her rose and proceeded towards the crackling coals Nergui followed, and without hesitation she reached within to pull out a charm. It was oddly cool, though she knew Medea would never direct them into anything that would hurt them. The mark of their people was embossed on the surface, and she traced a dark finger along it as Medea dismissed them. The token was small, but there was power to it that called to the dark skinned priestess.
She wrapped her hand around the charm, squeezing it into her palm, and made her leave with the rest of her clansmen. There was much to do tonight to prepare for tomorrow, and she had to wonder if perhaps she should leave a message should someone come looking for her. They were heading off to battle after all. She trusted in her people to take their victory, but would they all be coming back?
[exit!]
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