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 Posted: Fri May 01, 2015 12:31 am
On either side of the garden of plenty stood the heavily fruited marble trees, it is one of the only orchards that hasn't been taken by the blight of the nightmares. These orchards had been planted by the Cervitine in honor of Rotona before they went into hiding. All are welcome to feast upon the fruits, but only during the festival or after giving an offering to Rotona’s statue. Will you take part in the tasting of the sacred fruits? SIDE EVENT: Marble Tree Orchard- Pick an RP prompt and respond to it. This Side Event is purely RP. exclaim You can only complete this quest ONCE exclaim Marble Tree Orchard Prompt 1 You approach the opening archway to one of the orchard fronts, an offering to Rotona and the orchard on your cornson. On either side of the archway there is a carved visage of Rotona, her peaceful gaze staring silently at you. Unfortunately for you it seemed many others had the idea of leaving offer at the archway and there seemed to be no room for your own offering! It is time to get creative, what is it you are offering and where do you place it? Marble Tree Orchard Prompt 2 Wandering the rows of marble trees you stop at what looks like the perfect tree to harvest a memory marble from. Raising up to tap your horn to the glassy surface of the marble you catch a glimpse of the tender memory stored within. Tell us what it is you see, how it tastes and how it affects you. Keep in mind these marbles are not tainted and so no darker emotions or memories will be found within the marbles. Perhaps some melancholy, but that is even unlikely.   +1 Tracks *Credit: TiH for event framework*
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Posted: Fri May 01, 2015 11:45 am
My name: Nebula My faction: Nightmare Small IC description of character: Nebula is a loner who values his peace more than anything. It is not that he dislikes others in a bad way he just can't allow others to disturb his thoughts while he ponders about meaning of things, especially while he studies his beloved stars in clear starry nights. Yet at this very instant he is ready to break all boundries that he believes in so he could investigate and explain this strange pulling force he feels deep inside. Oracle Scribe: Nebula's Oracle Scribe Marble Tree Orchard Prompt 2 Wandering the rows of marble trees you stop at what looks like the perfect tree to harvest a memory marble from. Raising up to tap your horn to the glassy surface of the marble you catch a glimpse of the tender memory stored within. Tell us what it is you see, how it tastes and how it affects you. Keep in mind these marbles are not tainted and so no darker emotions or memories will be found within the marbles. Perhaps some melancholy, but that is even unlikely. Nebula wondered for a long time between trees. Was it that he just couldn't find a right marble or was he only so deep in his thoughts that he didn't notice them he couldn't tell. But for some reason he felt an urge to stop and when he looked around he found appealing looking fruit. It seemed to be shinier than all the others around it and he felt like it was calling him. Slowly he approached his target mesmerised by the glimpse of memory swirling in his mind. He took his first bite out of it. It had a familiar taste, and yet he couldn't put his hoover on it. What was it. It felt so far away like it was very old. The second bite gave him more clues, it was bit sour but still tasty, like some treat he used to like. Yes... and than like looking through a fog he could see shadowy figures, hear laughter in the distance. The picture was faded but he could see his mother with... who was it that was standing beside her... could it be... maybe his sister... he couldn't tell anymore. And the taste he was remembering... what were they doing? Oh wait! They were eating something. But what was it? And than he saw it between his little hooves. It was an apple from his favourite tree. He used to love to come there with his family. And since he was too small to reach tasty fruits he had to wait for adults to get one for him. So each apple he got was precious to him and tasted even sweeter than the previous one. '' An apple... ''This memory made him feel bit empty inside and as it faded away he wondered where they all went. Where could they be. Maybe he could find them again by that tree. If only he could remember where it was. He shook his head slightly to clear his mind and left the orchard. There was nothing left for him there.
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Posted: Fri May 01, 2015 1:56 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: hereQuote: Wandering the rows of marble trees you stop at what looks like the perfect tree to harvest a memory marble from. Raising up to tap your horn to the glassy surface of the marble you catch a glimpse of the tender memory stored within. Tell us what it is you see, how it tastes and how it affects you. Keep in mind these marbles are not tainted and so no darker emotions or memories will be found within the marbles. Perhaps some melancholy, but that is even unlikely.
It bursts upon her tongue like warm sunlight itself. Sweet, and smooth, and tingling down her throat like laughter. Fable can't help but to smile even as the memory comes to her and all else fades around her for a moment.
There are foals laughing in a glade full of flowers and butterflies. A few of the Tiny Folk are flying with long bits of cloth taunting the foals to catch them if they can. The two teams frolic with one another, their joy and easiness and piercing, and gentle, and sweet as the sun itself above them. This is true peace. There is no tragedy here, no nightmares, no forgotten memories of loved ones. This is love.
Fable feels the memory fading and tries to hold on to it. She doesn't know the Tiny Folk or the foals in the memory. They could have been old friends, or strangers. Her heart clenches a little at the not-knowing, and at once with the faded warmth of that sweet memory. She will treasure it, of course..... but not, it is time to head back.
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Posted: Sat May 02, 2015 10:58 am
 Name: Paradigm
Faction: Nightmare
Small IC description of character: Paradigm's blue eyes were never warm like a clear summer's day. A coldness seemed to lie in them, beautiful yet remote and aloof. The dark mare was not overly friendly towards others. She seemed as if she held herself outside the company of those around her, even being surrounded by chatter and festivities.
Oracle Scribe: Brosephiine's Oracle ScribeMarble Tree Orchard Prompt 2 Wandering the rows of marble trees you stop at what looks like the perfect tree to harvest a memory marble from. Raising up to tap your horn to the glassy surface of the marble you catch a glimpse of the tender memory stored within. Tell us what it is you see, how it tastes and how it affects you. Keep in mind these marbles are not tainted and so no darker emotions or memories will be found within the marbles. Perhaps some melancholy, but that is even unlikely.
And then she spotted it. Light glinted off a tree at just the right point to catch her eye. She smiled and stepped forward to inspect it curiously. Nothing really stood out as she expected, but as she eyed one of the marbles and gently brushed it with her horn she thought she could hear the sound of laughter. Intrigued by this memory now, she took a bite and let the memory seep in as cool fruit burst over her tongue.
A couple laughed and frolicked together down a winding forest path. Fireflies glittered around them in the gathering dusk and the female seemed enchanted by them. The male teased her softly, and she swatted him with her tail in mock chastisement. They were obviously in love. Their eyes glittered with it, softened whenever they gazed at each other. As dusk gathered, the memory faded...
Paradigm blinked and shook her head. That was a sensation she had never felt before. The mare wrinkled her nose as if the taste was not to her liking, but truly she did not know how to feel about such a memory. It was foreign to her and she wasn't sure she liked it entirely. But the happiness of the memory warmed her somehow and she moved on feeling lighter than she had.
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Posted: Sat May 02, 2015 11:45 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 ---- Marble Tree Orchard Prompt 1 You approach the opening archway to one of the orchard fronts, an offering to Rotona and the orchard on your cornson. On either side of the archway there is a carved visage of Rotona, her peaceful gaze staring silently at you. Unfortunately for you it seemed many others had the idea of leaving offer at the archway and there seemed to be no room for your own offering! It is time to get creative, what is it you are offering and where do you place it? It wasn't really a surprise that a festival in Rotona's name would draw so much attention to the orchards that honored her, or to the statues themselves. Still, the amount of things that had been lain, tucked, propped and piled around the figure made Coriole take a deeper breath. It was going to be tricky, adding his contribution, but he thought he could just manage. Just. In his wanderings around and through the forest, chasing down fire spirits and being variously molested by the local animal denizens, he'd still managed to stumble over a tiny treasure. It had been dangling from the latch of one of the trees with doors set in. At the time, he'd thought it must have been an odd coincidence of meeting between many creatures, but now he could only see it as a sign of the offering he was meant to give. A few long strandes of spidersilk had been twisted around the shaft of a sparrow's feather. Caught up in the tangle -- or the wrapping, if it had somehow been deliberate -- was a small tuft of rabbit fur, no doubt plucked from a tail in passing and hardly missed. It clung to the silk and feather tenaciously, despite several attempts by small breezes to whisk it away. Coriole took advantage of a hush in the orchard to make his approach, thin silk strands carried oh-so-carefully between his lips and never touching his teeth, lest he have a sudden urge to sneeze and n** the thread short accidentally. Carefully, he rose to his back legs, forelegs outstretched in a curious way to keep him balanced for his task. Which was to hook the length of spidersilk over the figure of Rotona's delicate horn and let it dangle there, grazing her motionless cheek for as long as the silk thread held. Once done, he backed away a few steps to study his offering and approve it mentally. Then, he bent a foreleg and sank into a deep, respectful bow before her. "In thanks for all that you did for us, Rotona. May we never forget," he intoned, then turned and stepped out of the orchard again, leaving room and privacy for the next round of supplicants. 372
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Posted: Sun May 03, 2015 6:48 am
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NAME: Nokomis // FACTION: Citizen
Small IC description of character: The mare was responsive to the turn of events rumbling around her. Her reaction was with a calm curiosity that simply seemed to sparkle in her orange-red orbs, a delightful look. Nokomis, riding the wave of curiosity was quick to approach, without question and admire the magic. This was an event she was sure she would forget.
Oracle Scribe: Greenie EA's Oracle Scribe Marble Tree Orchard Prompt 1 You approach the opening archway to one of the orchard fronts, an offering to Rotona and the orchard on your cornson. On either side of the archway there is a carved visage of Rotona, her peaceful gaze staring silently at you. Unfortunately for you it seemed many others had the idea of leaving offer at the archway and there seemed to be no room for your own offering! It is time to get creative, what is it you are offering and where do you place it?
The mare was fretting mildly to herself as she approached the archway. She was silenced upon truly seeing the archways and meeting the peaceful gaze of Rotona. Her worries seemed to fade away until she peered down and noticed that she was stricken with a small problem. Space. Now where would she put her own offering, which was luckily not to large.
Nokomis took a moment to gaze at her small offering, a bag.. it was filled with lovely flowers that had come to full bloom. The mare was about to move some items when she came to a wonderful conclusion, the offerigs did not have to remain so low when the one offering them had wings. With an easy beat of her wings, careful not to disturb anything, Nokomis rose for the occasion and began decorating each monument with her little gifts.
"A flower here and a flower there."
She hummed softly as she worked and grew silent as she moved away to admire her work. Rotona had been an elegant figure before, but now donning the flowers she seemed to come to life before the mares eyes.
Nokomis smiled and lowered herself to the ground to admire from below for a brief moment longer. After whispering her thanks she than began her leave from the orchard..
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Posted: Thu May 07, 2015 6:44 pm
My name: Talya My faction: Nightmare Small IC description of character: A sense of nervousness nibbled upon the mare's mind, her stance shifting from hoof to hoof. Despite this, the sensation of excitement also enthralled her, capturing her willingly as she embarked upon a new step and journey upon this chapter of her life. Oracle Scribe: Zempre's Oracle ScribeMarble Tree Orchard Prompt 2 Wandering the rows of marble trees you stop at what looks like the perfect tree to harvest a memory marble from. Raising up to tap your horn to the glassy surface of the marble you catch a glimpse of the tender memory stored within. Tell us what it is you see, how it tastes and how it affects you. Keep in mind these marbles are not tainted and so no darker emotions or memories will be found within the marbles. Perhaps some melancholy, but that is even unlikely. Talya had no desire to wander to far through the Marble Tree Orchard, and in truth she really didn't know why she had felt a tug to come here and venture through it. Steadily she moved through till she found a tree that caught her attention and after peering up, she spied a memory marble. How these things intrigued her so and after a moment she lightly tilted her head so that she could hit the glass with the tip of her horn to knock it loose. Picking it up, she would eat it softly and instantly a taste of strawberries attacked her senses before the memory enveloped her into it's world. "You'll always beat me at everything! I get it! You're the best! But...but I have good things about me too!" Two males, presumably brothers by their similar markings were arguing near a strawberry field. The youngest stomped his hoof as he tried to look defiantly to his elder sibling. "So you're perfect! I will prove myself brother! I will bring honor to us! I swear it!" The elder brother smiled before trying to move closer to his younger sibling who only yanked that much further. "I don't need your sympathy! I'm not a mess up! I will show you...I promise." The memory faded...and Talya was left with a sense of dread that he never fulfilled that promise. Sighing, she decided perhaps being in the Marble orchid was not a good idea after all...because sometimes, memories were not suppose to be seen. Sometimes, they were suppose to be forgotten.
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