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 Posted: Thu May 01, 2014 8:18 pm
Welcome to the first official ORP of Rammalin's Tales! These events will happen now and then to introduce story points, world events or plot changes. There may be contests associated with our open threads. They may simply be here to encourage you to participate in telling the story. Whatever the case, we hope you'll have fun and enjoy!
Anyone with an official character is welcome to participate in this and all subsequent events.
Please ask any questions or make any comments about the event in the main thread. Only IC conversation should happen here.
The rumors had been spreading for some time. No one could pinpoint where exactly they began or remember who'd first whispered disparaging words in their ear. They only knew that, as time went on, they spread farther and wider, reaching villages in every corner of Rammalin. The whispers instilled doubts, fed fears and feelings of uncertainty. Where were they? Where were the guardians of the people, the high-born leaders of noble blood and careful breeding? They were supposed to protect, to defend and guide, and yet they'd been quiet. Silent. Tucked out of safe. Were they simply biding their time? Or were they, as the rumors suggested, cowering in the darkness, terrified by their own weakness? Useless, worthless and a waste of generations of devotion, service and faith?
The rumors rode the wind and drifted from ear to ear, village to village until they rode the air into Dorrala itself. Until they reached those who'd been trained to listen for danger and insurrection. Until they came to the attention of the advisors and the council and the King Himself. King Galvanis had been studying a map of Rammalin as it had last been recorded, deciding on whether to send out more scouts to find out what had changed, or whether to keep as many as he could close, protecting them by having them near as he couldn't with his people scattered where the winds of Fate chose. The rumors made the decision for him. The worried looks his advisors exchanged as they repeated the rumors sealed his answer.
"Send out runners," he commanded, "to all the known villages. Tell them that we are gathering here in Dorrala. Tell them to bring whatever can be carried or dragged with him. If they have skills, say we will give them room to practice here. If they have families, promise them there is room for the young, the old, the strong and the infirm. If they will fight, we will reward them. If they need comfort, we will provide. These lands have not fallen. We are not destroyed. We are strong and will only grow stronger with each unicorn that joins us. Together we will regain our glory. Together we will thrive. Tell them to come and do not leave a single one of them behind."
This was the message the scouts and runners delivered. This was the order that replaced the timid whispers. The King and Queen were alive! There had been a rallying cry. Unicorns from far and wide began to arrive in Dorrala hoping for more news, for reassurance and direction. When they arrived, the did not find an empty village, but an established settlement, built around and between the trees at this end of the Felahad forest. There were unicorns of all sizes and ages, some wearing their manes the same way, or matching items, that marked them as family or herd or tradesclans. Some were friendly and eager to meet with their distant cousins. Others shied away from groups and watched the growing gathering warily, but all of them waited for the same event.
When would the King Galvanis and Queen Khadrina of the River appear?
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Posted: Tue May 06, 2014 11:13 am
 Coriole heard the bustle and hum of other bodies moving long before he realized what the commotion was for. He had been dozing in the shadow of the blacksmith's stall. He was often there in the afternoon when nothing else pressing called him. For the price of his help sometimes when a particularly heavy piece needed to be moved or supplies carried in from trade across the village, the hyoomin smith let him claim that little pocket for his own. It was an agreement that suited them both. But now his muzzy, wandering thoughts had been disturbed. A small group of unicorns headed toward the village center, their heads close together as thought they were sharing secrets. As they went, others followed behind, the group gathering size and purpose as it moved. They were nearly out of sight when Coriole heard the official call to gether, the voice ringing out clarion-bright to every mind. The citizens of Dorrala are called to come and heed, by order of King Galvanis and his Queen! Come all and do them service by lending your ears!The King and Queen. Coriole's ears tipped forward in surprise and he straightened out of his camp. He'd heard the rumors, just like everyone, he supposed. Three years of living in the shadow of the Royal Canopy, the great stand of broad-trunked trees and their interlocking branches that marked the beginning of their territory, and yet he'd never caught a glimpse of them. Heralds a-plenty, yes, and members of the guard, the council, those who served the King and Queen, but never them in the flesh. He fell in at the back of the cluster and headed on to the village center, stealing glances at those surrounding him, and catching snippets of conversation. He was so involved in trying to gather information that he didn't realize he was headed toward a collision until he bumped shoulders with another. Sorry. I'm...sorry. I didn't see you there.
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Posted: Thu May 15, 2014 6:38 pm
Throwing these three in for now.
The village was awash in a steady buzz, whispers between mothers to silence their foals, secrets shared between bent heads in the crowd. It was a white wall of noise, and there were very few voices she could pick out distinctly. Callista approached slowly, high breeding shown in each graceful step as she delicately picked her way across the crowd. She settled in several rows back from the main affair, letting her pale hues of pinks melt into the crowd as though she wasn't there at all. A good lady should be seen and not heard, it was a commandment running through her ears on repeat. She had been staying in the village since her arrival there several weeks prior, and it was the first she had heard of the King and Queen as actual figures, not just whispers or myths.
She heard the official call from the herald, announcing the approaching royalty and Callista felt a wave of fear wash over her. A lifetime of careful training, and she still felt panicked around those of higher bearing. Her parents would be ashamed. She stepped back, roughly brushing shoulders with a corn near by. She heard him murmur an apology and she quickly dipped her head in obedience. "No, no. It was my fault really." She managed to stammer in reply, a warm flush brushing her cheeks. She hadn't really spoken to anyone in the town since her arrival, so even the brief contact came as a surprise. "Have you ever seen the Queen and King before?" It was a simple enough question, but she was starting to realize how distant the royal family really had been.
Tirora and Kaverin entered together, their bodies pressed against each others flanks as a dual effort to push past the crowd. Having only met just moments before, they had decided on a quick plan to reach the head of the affair. With similar smirks brushing their faces, they wove through the gathered corns with an almost practiced ease. When they finally reach the front of the crowd, Tirora nodded a thank you to Kaev and disappeared into the crowd without a moments hesitation. The stranger had helped her with a solution to a problem, nothing more.
She stopped several bodies away, glancing back at the stallion for a moment before returning her focus to the crowd. The King and Queen should be here soon, the herald had called their arrival just moments before. She smirked with a slight roll of her eyes. This was all stupid, in her mind. The royal family was doing nothing to quell the rumors or fear that ran rampant, how could they even help the problem any more? They were figure heads of a time long past. But, in the same breath, she knew that seeing them was an opportunity not to be missed.
Kaevrin made it to the front of the crowd and turned to thank his accomplice but she had already vanished. Ah well, he hadn't even gotten her name. He was sure his mother would whack him upside the head for the disrespect but there wasn't much he could do about it now. He moved towards the right, slipping between a few brightly colored yearlings who didn't even seem to know what the gathering was for before coming to a halt by a uniquely natural colored stallion and a striped pink female [ Callista&Coriole ] who seemed to be talking. "Hallo," he nodded briefly to the pair before looking back towards the crowd. Such excitement had taken over the crowd, like a virus in the water. And like a virus, a lot could go wrong quickly. He kept an eye out for an escape route if it was needed in the future. Who knew what would happen in a fueled crowd like this. The Queen and King didn't really concern him much, aside from a definite needed change of pace to the day. He was curious to see how it was all going to go down.
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Posted: Thu May 29, 2014 3:57 pm
 Fate supposedly acts in strange ways they say. By chance meetings a character opens a door towards a world they had originally been locked out of. The more they press onward, the more doors open and close around them. Today had been a special time, the first of many in which Aki would find herself snatched up by the world and its own plots rather than her own.
As she steadily gained towards the village of Dorrala, she took notice of the buzz of many ambling forward towards the very same place she had made out to be her destination. In the back of her mind she wondered what was going on, but kept the thought to a dull hum, her own need betraying her genuinely curious nature.
With continued persistence, the autumn pelted unicorn stood at the back of the line towards the entrance of the grand village, no, city of Dorrala. What had once been but a vacation area for the royals had become refuge for all as dead fire spread. Heaving a breath that she hadn’t even realized she was holding, Aki felt a bit of defeat. There were so many heads, how would she get to an alchemist in time to help the bun she had ran into earlier and treat its wounds?
Rotating her ears back, the murmuring about the King and Queen became so loud she finally took notice. What was actually going on? As more and more pushed past her, some brushing up against her, others rudely shoving to get a better view, Aki raised her head and directed her attention as well towards the center of town.
Would the King and Queen show their faces, or would some unknown entity enter her life instead and send her in another direction entirely?
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Posted: Fri May 30, 2014 7:22 am
 The bustle and hubbub of the crowd around her sent her muscles to twitching. Flicker didn't much care for crowds, but she was a curious mare and, as with many, she had never before seen the King or Queen. It was a possibility too intriguing to pass up, even if the circumstances for the gathering were rumored to be less than pleasant. The crowd surged, impatient ones trying too quickly to enter the city. She was bumped and jostled and had to work very hard to keep her temper in check, but her ears pressed against her skull in warning at those around her. She felt alone, without family or friend. She'd never been a very social creature, but her curiosity felt like it would burst out of her chest if she didn't talk to someone. A moment's internal debate sent her forwards, between a gap of hyoomins that moved a little too slowly in the sea of corns. They were sent nearly staggering as she slipped through them and towards the golden mare she had spotted that looked almost star struck with wonder and maybe worry. "Do you think they'll actually show?" she asked lightly as she matched pace with the pretty mare. "The Queen and King, I mean," she added, watching the other female out of the corner of her eye.
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