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Summer Year One | The sun is high and it is long, and with it as are the days. Summer has claimed the entirety of the Slidr River Valley and in doing so has cast higher, comportable temperatures throughout the Southern and Central territories. The Western still boasts snow capped mountains, but mud slides are frequent and they are heavy. The North remains green, just warm enough to cultivate and brood the new life there, but the further you tred the lower the temperatures fall, their mountains still ice cladden and snow tipped. The East, the poor souls, is sweltering. At night the temperatures drop to the Valley's daily warmth. Little can be done to add comfort, and each day the Oasis becomes drier and drier...

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[O] Do you feel like a young god || Herd Meeting

Andante

Sovereign ♕
Equine
Stallion
17.3hh
2 Spring ✿
played by Kagome
745 crystals
45 posts

I know I'd rather be complacent

A heavy, silvery brume of breath escaped the dark nostrils of the young king as he snaked his way throughout his kingdom. The fresh spring air was crisp this morning, something he welcomed as it kept him cool during his wanderings. A fine layer of dew covered his obsidian hide and glistened in his crimson locks as he returned from a routine boarder check. He and his men found nothing out of the ordinary and the teen was more than pleased with this discovery. With the sun climbing higher within the sky Andante made his way back toward Berg-Risi.

Traversing over small streams and scaling the naturally steep staircase he listened as the forest began its morning serenade. As the birds chirped and the cicadas sang he tossed his garnet gaze behind him. From where he stood he stopped to admire the dense fog rising out of the tree line and into the skies above. Sometimes it still surprised him that all of this was his domain. He half expected to wake up some mornings still traveling the length of the river valley with Iracebeth and Ezera. To be king was something he thought he might never obtain given his prior circumstances. But now he was able to live out the royal right that had been snatched away from him at birth all those months ago back in the lands of Elysium.

Reaching the top of the mountain claimed by the royal family, Andante stood near the edge, overlooking his people. They knew who he was and what his title meant, but it was time to address them officially. His leonine tail brushed against his hindquarters as he parted his jaws to call out to them. Denizens of Tryggr, I call you to gather before me. The fanged beast bellowed over a soft whipping gale. He had some business he needed to handle.

tag: Iracebeth Ezera Hel Brynja // notes: Notes go here
( © wyatt )

Iracebeth

Commoner
Equine
Mare
16.2hh
2 Winter ❅
played by Soupi
110 crystals
34 posts




iracebeth

When a king (or queen, she supposed) called, everyone answered. It struck a sense of fear in the people, but also a sense of pride. Well, for Iracebeth it did at least. She'd woken early in the morning to graze on the fresh verdant grasses while the mountains were still purple and the sky blush. She still had a mouth filled with those bright emerald blades when she heard her friend's call. First it was the fear. She'd never been a part of a herd meeting... she'd always conveniently missed them. Kingdoms had been in turmoil or their diplomats dealing with more pressing matters than dealing with their people so she had always survived along the outskirts. But now? She had to answer that call. Afterwards, the pride came, because that beckon came from not just anyone but from the young man she'd become so close to.

Gilt hooves picked over the ground with a flick of her silver tresses. The cropped mane at her nape bounced gayly as she trod through the firs of Berg-Risi. It sounded like Andante had called them from that perch high in the summits, so she followed the echoes of his voice there until she saw those old ruins peat their way through the trees. They were ghostly and haunting, a reminder of the ancient world that had resided here before even the time of House Tryggr, she supposed. Others were already trickling in. Some of the guards she'd seen patrolling the borders and cliffs, others were quiet commoners she'd never shared a word with, but not one of them shared a word with her. Which, honestly, she was fine with. There may not be many of them, but there was enough to intimidate her, even now. Though it would be a familiar face and not some gilt crown boring down at her, there was almost... a pressure? A pressure to do the right thing, perform correctly in front of everyone.

Picking her way through the crowd she moved to one of the sides, not immediately in the first room but allowed others to push ahead of her. Her bright eyes watched them all, scanned the faces looking for her mother, hoping she'd show and maybe they could steal a spot besides each other. Then her gaze flicked towards the sovereign who called them, the crownless king with his crimson hair. She let her gaze linger there a few seconds, a smile shifting her velvet lips into a smile, harks forward and attentive. Whatever this meeting would bring, she had faith Andante wouldn't lead them astray.

Word Count: 433 | Tagged: Andante | OOC: ...




powerplay excused
within reasonable limits!
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@[Iracebeth]


Hel

Commander
Equine
Mare
10hh
6 Autumn ☁
played by Soupi
165 crystals
18 posts

HEL
of
TRYGGR

Everything was backwards. Hel didn't quite know where she should be, what she should be doing. Brynja was back. The details were still unclear to the haunted mare, but the damned viking (ex)queen had returned. What salvation Hel had sought in the wilds of Tryggr had crumbled before her very eyes when she'd laid them upon the scared flesh of her shield sister. Now there was no place to go, no place where she could escape to the false sense of "normal". She'd strayed out in the hills surrounding Blár after her morning with Brynja. While she'd left the company of the other mare, she felt that she could not so swiftly return to Berg-Risi. Well, at least, until Andante's calls road the wind and summoned the people who housed the banner of Tryggr in their hearts.

Luckily she strayed high enough upon the hillside to hear him in the dew laden more. With her harks swiveling atop her dial and crystalline dew settled upon the gnarls of her dreads the viking woman watched the purple skies and pictured the words soaring there. Though the loyalty within her bid her hooves trudge towards the cliffs and ruins of Berg-Risi there was a fleeting moment that her heart - or should she say her loins? - hiccuped and questioned that allegiance. But a snort billowed through her nostrils, and her murk tassels slapped along her hinds. Her harks sank back into the thick of her dreads and her brow fell back to it's natural stitch of a furrow. What was she doing? How could she be so misaligned and lost? Finally her hooves did carry her forward, lurching to a gallop to help save whatever time she'd already lost due to distance.

Luckily she was one of the first to arrive. While steal beaded beneath the leather of her armor and her heart thundered in her chest, the sooty yet fiery mare wrangled herself into and slowed while approaching the back of the group. She scanned them a moment, pondering briefly on the balls their past sovereign may have and if she'd make an appearance. But all Hel could see were the familiar faces of some of the guard and one particular filly she'd recognized simply due to her affiliation and closeness to the king. The hardened woman eyed this young femme a moment, noticing the naivety and discomfort she displayed in the small crowd. A snort billowed from Hel's nostrils and she rolled her gilt visionaries beneath a veil of black lids. Through the disinterest she sought out and spied the vastly horned boy-king who had summoned them, squinting through the increasing brightness of the new day and wondering just what he had planned for them.

WC: 458
Tagged: Andante, Iracebeth


X

powerplay excused
within reasonable limits!
always tag responses.
@[Hel]


Ezera

Commoner
Equine
Mare
18.1hh
6 Winter ❅
played by Ara
305 crystals
31 posts
EZERA


Silence is our Fate

The unicorn wasn't surprised when she heard the call of the King. It had only been a matter of time before a meeting would be called. She wasn't too far away from the mountain that was now their home but she took her time. Being one of the first there was something that didn't appeal to her, especially when the majority of the members were still strangers. Arriving a bit later allowed her to stick to the shadows and avoid the stares that always seemed to follow wherever she went.
Ezera managed to make it to the meeting with the tail end of the members, making it so that she wasn't the very last. Weaving through the mass of bodies to get closer wasn't something that she particularly wanted to do. There wasn't a point in trying to get through anyway until she found who she was looking for, which was a bit of a challenge. Finding one specific equine in a sea of others was a game the mare didn't really feel like playing at the moment. Luckily she didn't have to search for long before spotting Iracebeth among the strangers.
With a deep breath the mute moved like a shadow through the crowd, trying her best to move quickly but not run into anyone. It took a bit longer than she would have liked but she reached her daughter's side and relaxed. Ezera lightly brushed her muzzle against the girl's shoulder before moving her attention on to the boy that had become the King. Despite having only known him for a short period of time the mare felt proud. It took more bravery and courage than most knew to stand before a herd that depended on you.
For a moment golden eyes scanned the rest of the gathered equines, taking note of a few that stood out. One mare wore a kind of armor that interested the unicorn. She was no stranger to the different things that some wore but that didn't mean she wasn't curious about it all. Ezera wondered as to why she wore the armor but not enough to go over and ask. Most likely it was some kind to reason that included protection or fighting. A small movement of her head brought her eyes back to Andante to hear what he had to say.

Ezera's Thoughts



OOC Andante Iracebeth Hel | Notes

Andante

Sovereign ♕
Equine
Stallion
17.3hh
2 Spring ✿
played by Kagome
745 crystals
45 posts

I know I'd rather be complacent

Garnet cloven hooves placed themselves closer towards the edge of the cliff face over looking the valley below. Lowering his crimson gaze a tad, those serpent like pupils dilated and constricted as he watched the numbers of his new people fall in. With his harks pointed forward and his brow pulled taunt he was allowed to see just how large his kingdom was for the second time since seizing Tryggr's unclaimed crown. In the midst of silently watching and waiting his attention flickered toward the familiar figure of Iracebeth, for it was easy for him to pick out her gunmetal coat and crown of gilded horns.

Even before obtaining this new title of king, Andante rarely lacked a sense of confidence. It was a trait that seemed to ooze off of him naturally. However, seeing the young woman down below smiling and supporting his reign doubled his sense of confidence. A warm smile touched a corner of his ebon lips, rising on one side before falling at the sight of Hel. Inside himself he withheld a look of shock and surprise as the shield maiden wandered her way through the crowd. The femme had always been rather superstitious of newcomers beyond the realm of Yggdrasil, and even now, a stranger such as himself held a crown. But perhaps her appearance here spoke volumes of her loyalty to tryggr in itself.

The young man gave the warrior a curt nod of his head before his crimson gaze fell upon another familiar hide. Ezera. The dark unicorn had made her way to Iracebeth's side and was now looking up at him with a sense of expectancy. His lips pursed together to form a hard line as his thoughts briefly traveled back to their hushed conversation in the woods concerning Ambrosius. His barrel heaved a heavy sigh before turning his attention back towards the general crowd. It looked as if the last of the individuals were staggering in. If everyone is here in attendance then I will begin. Andante echoed, ivory fangs glinting in the harsh sun behind him.

It has come to my attention that there are ranks that need to be filled. A strong house is a prosperous house. The sovereign voiced over the cries of cicadas and chirps of singing birds, his serpent gaze skimming the crowd. His leonine tail lashed several times as he begun again. I am giving you all the opportunity to speak up now and claim a possible rank of your choosing, should you wish to do so.

tag: Iracebeth Ezera Hel Brynja // notes: Notes go here
( © wyatt )

Hel

Commander
Equine
Mare
10hh
6 Autumn ☁
played by Soupi
165 crystals
18 posts

Propositions. Seemed like it was always some sort of query sovereign had for their people when they called for them. Whether it be for a more democratic discussion on relations or a more demanding inclination for aid, it was all the same. Hel's chin rose as the youthful monarch spoke, her strong gaze peering down her long face with a squint. Yes... always the same. For what was a king without people? Just a fool playing dress up.

Hel had to hand it to the kid. He had a knack for public speaking. There was an innate confidence that just seemed to ooze from him, and he had hardly got to his young adult years. The woman haunted by shadows could easily see him become a bravado. He would lack fear and exist solely on inner faith in oneself. It was something Hel lacked. There was a bitter taste in her mouth at the thought. He'd seen hardly three years and had more trust in himself, more belief, than she had ever possessed. Of course, it was crippled upon her time spent in the that special hell of her's but... Even at it's best, it never achieved the levels that were before her.

But the good thing about confidence was its infectious quality. Andante called for his people to stand up, to claim a title for themself if they thought it a good fit. A "strong house was a prosperous house", after all. Her visage turned first to the right, then to the left, scanning the faces - the silent faces - of the crowd. A scoff bounced her entire crown, even nap. Shoving a shoulder into a stud before her, knocking the man out of her way, Hel pushed through the crowd to inch closer to the sovereign. Effectively she'd forgotten about her morning, she'd forgotten about the demons that plagued her eternally. In these moments she was a normal vixen, a trained warrior who knew that loyalty kept you alive. 'Strength in the House Overall', she mind echoed, a strange memento coming to her in the moment that she drew before the boy king.

She did not offer him a bow, and she knew he wouldn't entirely expect it. But she'd seen his earlier nod, and to it she dipped her own chin in a minute gesture of respect. A newcomer he was, but a king's title he held. 'Strength in the House', echoed again. "Your highness," she said, the words sharp and acidic in her mouth. "I offer my skills to you as Lord Commander, or whatever you wish to call it. I am a Shield Sister born to a clan of strong locals. I know this realm better than I know myself, and my teeth and hooves are at the service of those who may need it, and for the throne of Tryggr." In a blink, she had turned an entire one hundred and eighty degrees, and faced the crowd. The teleportation only listened sometimes, and she thanked whatever Spirit aided her that it helped land the dramatic effect now. Her beetled brow scanned the others, and to them she spoke, "Unless I run contested."

WC: 527
Tag: Andante
OOC: Look a normal Hel
HEL

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within reasonable limits!
always tag responses.
@[Hel]


Brynja

Commoner
Equine
Mare
16.2hh
6 Winter ❅
played by Mallory
80 crystals
5 posts
Brynja Shieldbreaker

Far over the Misty Mountains cold,
To dungeons deep and caverns old

Perhaps she had been away for far too long. Surely they would understand. Anyone who didn't only needed to take one good, strong look at her back legs sporting its new look to understand where the hell she had been. Brynja had seen death face-to-face and had decided she was not quite done with this world yet. Even if she was no longer its queen, the people still needed her. She could not abandon them. No...She still had things to do. Death could wait for her until Brynja could greet it like an old friend.

What she had not expected was some young boy to take her throne. A child, even. She was old enough to be his mother. The mere idea drew a scowl from her red painted lips as she shuffled along, determined to find them all. It did not take her long to find the milling crowd made of all familiar faces. Brynja was not blind to the looks of surprise, ire, or scorn that she drew as she pushed her way through the crowd. Some looked at her as though she was a ghost - and perhaps she was to them. For all they knew, she had died in some expedition she had gone out with. Brynja wasn't certain what kind of story the guards told after watching their previous queen face off with a bear. But she wasn't about to sit back and idly let things slide.

Of course, her dear Hel was already here and unless her ears deceived her, was offering her services. She could not fault for Hel for doing so. It was what they did; fight, protect, go to war. It was in Hel's blood just as much as it was in Brynja's.

"Why hello, Your Majesty. I certainly hope I'm not crashing the party."

Her voice carried as a blanket of silence wrapped around the crowd. She can feel the burning gazes of the others, but she pays them little mind. Pushing forward past the group, Brynja entered the small clearing that buffeted the new sovereign from the throng of equines that had come to see him. Her vivid blue gaze is piercing and as cold as ice,  taking the boy-king in with a critical eye. "What will you do to make the House of Tryggr strong? To earn the loyalty of those who would bear their shields for you?" she inquired bluntly with a tilt of her horned skull. Despite her scarred leg screaming at her for relief, the former queen stood squared and proud. A sneer tugged at Brynja's lips, unable to stop herself from being...well, herself. "Brynja Shieldbreaker, daughter of Chief Frór Goblinbane and previous Tryggr Queen."

tagged: Andante for the direct interation and Hel for mentions
notes: -hides- Excuse Bryn's sass. She wrote herself!
"Speech!" Thoughts!

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Andante

Sovereign ♕
Equine
Stallion
17.3hh
2 Spring ✿
played by Kagome
745 crystals
45 posts

I know I'd rather be complacent

The young man allowed his crimson eyes to scan the crowd, waiting for someone, anyone to speak forth and claim a title that they might have desire to carry within their hearts. The seconds seemed to tick on as his brow slowly seemed to knit together. Did his new people truly lack that much confidence within themselves? His expression twisted thoughtfully, wondering what he could do to...fix that. However, his thoughts did not travel far after watching the all too familiar dreaded mare shove a heftier stallion out of the way. Silently he watched as Hel picked her way to the front of the crowd and his harks remained pointed forward, listening.

Of course, he was pleased with her loyalty to the crown and her willingness to better all of Tryggr. And the blip of teleportation? Well, that just seemed to put the icing upon the cake. Tearing his attention away from the brazen shield maiden he skimmed the crowd for any possible opposition and found absolutely none. And he agreed, after having previous encounters with the battle savvy woman he knew that she would carry the position of Lord Commander well. With a curt nod of his head, he parted his jaws to speak. Since no one else is going to come forth, title of Lord Commander is all yours Hel. May you serve Tryggr well.

After having that settled he begin to look around and wonder in anyone else wished to speak for something else. But the search ended abruptly once a stranger streaked in war paint breeched his meeting. Standing taller the young king eyed the horned femme until she made her way toward the very front to speak. Questioning his intentions as if she still by some miracle owned the place. There was a slight anger and irritation he was feeling as his scarlet visionaries bore into the woman but with that feeling came a cocky fanged smirk. Well, for starters, I will not leave my people wondering where I am. I don't know if you've noticed, but your disappearance has butchered their confidence. Mending that is first on my to-do list, thanks to you.

His head lowered a notch as his leonine tail whipped once then twice behind him, smirk falling from his jowls as he took on a more serious aura. That ice cold stare in her eye? He loved it, and he hoped that she could see every bit of fire within his own dark red optics. I am not some fool that will lie around while others put in the work. You can believe that I will be right along side the rest of them doing my part and more to make the house of Tryggr glorious again. I've heard the stories, and I aspire to raise this kingdom up from the ashes its wallowing in. If you want in, come along for the ride.

He knew that he was young, and understood that running an entire kingdom would be a challenge. But what was life without a challenge and a little turbulence along the way? A snort left his ebon nares as she spoke her titles, but took note of her name along with it. After she had her say the boy started immediately after. Andante Silverblood, son of former king Abrin and queen Nightingale Silverblood. Current king of Tryggr. He quipped, fighting off a snarl of his own. Look, we could a have a pissing competition all day. But my only concern at this moment was establishing ranks, now did you want one or not?

tag: Iracebeth Ezera Hel Brynja // notes: It's okay, Andante's can be a huge jerk himself lol
( © wyatt )

Iracebeth

Commoner
Equine
Mare
16.2hh
2 Winter ❅
played by Soupi
110 crystals
34 posts




iracebeth

The girl would end up missing the sovereign's smile back at her, because her restless eyes turned back to the crowd. Guards milled about in their patchwork of leather armor and other faces that appeared just as battle hardened as the armor all trained forward with a low murmur of conversation. Finally, however, she spotted the spiraling horn of her dam and she offered a low, unnecessary whicker to draw her near. Satisfied that her mother had laid eyes on her and was just a short time from her side, the gunmetal and gold filly turned herself back towards the boy-king. Another smile twitched on her marked lips, only broadening at her mother's touch upon her slender shoulder. It was good to have everyone in the same place again, even if it seemed for more serious circumstances.

It seemed it was time not long after they'd settled. Andante drew their attention, and without an ounce of hesitation he ushered into them into a reassuring promise to make their House strong. Curiously, he offered everyone to step forward with a desired rank. Silence had fallen the crowd, the side conversations snuffed by the sovereign's words, but it lasted near moments. Through the crowd someone emerged before Andante; armored both with strappings and with harsh expression. She offered herself as commander, before turning an entire... one eighty without moving? Iracebeth blinked several times, before looking to her mother for guidance, then back to the woman. She'd heard of teleportation before but... it was quite jarring to witness it first hard. And while she seemed to threaten others to offer their own name in the running, someone had milled through the crowd as unseen as a specter. Gasped left the lips of those who had of the first Tryggr establishment, staring at this striped, grey mare who spoke with harsh words and an abrasive nature.

A neuron fired, and she remembered Andante back at the lake speaking of a viking queen, and wondered if this shieldmaiden - scars supple and pink with freshness - had been she just as the mare declared it. A tension rose but with it so did Andante to her challenge. The open forum of the meeting ultimately intimidated the young mare into silence. Leaning back into her mother, her wide eyes flicked from the one called Brynja and Andante.

Word Count: 390 | Tagged: Andante, Ezera, and Brynja for mention | OOC: ...




powerplay excused
within reasonable limits!
always tag responses.
@[Iracebeth]


Hel

Commander
Equine
Mare
10hh
6 Autumn ☁
played by Soupi
165 crystals
18 posts

She didn't turn back to Andante but rather kept her eyes forward. Several of her kin mingled in the small crowd that had gathered to listen to the sovereign speak. None of them hid their disgruntled faces, but kept their own eyes trained on her. Each one of them she matched with a fiery glare, a wordless threat dare they speak. Though none of them made a habit of backing down - they had been trained to never fear battle, nor death - each eventually tossed their gaze back to the ebony pelted boy behind her in a silent yield. With the oncoming silence, Andante's voice hammered the figurative mallet, drawing her title into law. A small smirk rose on the mare's muzzle, and she tossed a quick golden glance over her shoulders to the boy-king. Though he may not have been her choice for the crown, he'd been proving a rather competent sovereign despite all the odds stacked against him.

With a flick of her swamp hued banner, Hel's fores pricked to draw her back into the spectators, but halted. "Why hello..." It drifted over the crowd and like those twisted visions of macabre and discord that plagued her, pictures of the night previous flashed before the newly appointed commander's eyes. Entwined bodies, bared teeth, and hushed words. Like a loosed arrow her visage snapped towards Brynja, rising to peer through her beetled brow. What was she doing here? Hel froze, but not like a doe would do after a twig snaps in the forest, but a provoked carnivore. Andante, of course, addressed Brynja before anyone else could, but it did not stifle some of their whispers. That haze of confusion, the moments where she questioned her loyalty to the Tryggr banner, surfaced again and Hel found herself swallowing them down.

No.

Strength in the House, she reminded herself as she remained at attention before them, ready to act wherever needed. While she doubted Brynja foolish enough to attempt anything against Andante, it would look poorly on Hel if she did nothing or offered little help. So she stood still, knowing full well her responsibility. She was sure the striped mare did too.

WC: 363
Tag: Andante and Brynja for direct mentions
OOC: ...
HEL

powerplay excused
within reasonable limits!
always tag responses.
@[Hel]





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