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Posted on Jan 06 2018, 10:52 PM.
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galileo kodarki;
and I walk right into the path of a lightning bolt

Kodarki was aging and he could feel it in his bones. His body ached with the inscriptions of war, the scars striking his body telling stories of battles long since past. There was the knick he had got on his left foreleg the first time he had sparred with his father. There was the long scar he'd received from the cougar he'd fought before entering Elysium for the first time. There was the wound that had taken the longest to heal, gifted to him by the fiercest battle of his life. Sometimes the Waste enjoyed reminding him of that day. The heat was prone to giving any horse illusions, no matter how used you'd gotten to the place. It'd been here he'd sworn he'd seen a vision of his eldest brother, the one snatched from his family before his time. He'd imagined the stallion's warm features and friendly, bay face. He'd tried to approach, reach out to touch his soft muzzle, feel his breath and his skin and his heart and oh, how he longed to feel his life. But, like most things in Kodarki's life, it fizzled out, leaving the stallion staring off into the flatlands of the Waste.

Time was passing quickly and he was getting older. It was time he passed on what he knew to a new generation. His leadership of the Lyrian army was one he had always taken seriously, so it was important for him to have several proteges in case anything happened to him. As Syrilth was so careful with who she let into her inner council, he was the closest thing she had to a second in command, and it had humbled him. He hoped to inspire respect for both himself and the queen to the knights, who he would argue were the most important part of the herd. They were there to protect and serve and to enforce the rules. It was time to train.

Calling out from a rock that jutted above the rest, his voice floated around the plateau, reaching every nook and cranny. Though the stallion didn't know it, it was actually thanks to his distance speech magic that had been instilled in him by Vega. "To all Lyrian warriors, I call you to this meeting; come and speak with your commander!"

 
@warriors of Lyrus | Koda is hosting a mini meeting!!
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Posted on Jan 07 2018, 10:14 PM. (Edited: Jan 07 2018, 10:14 PM by Tantibus.)
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It was today he would decide to venture into the Red Waste for the first time. His demeanour was surprisingly quiet. Soft, one might even say. His features were painted with a kind, gentle expression and his mind was clouded in white fog. Perhaps this was why such serenity washed over the brown beast on this day, but he welcomed the holiday from dark emotions and red fury in his veins.
 
Once, his blood had ran with lava. Maybe it still did, only he hadn’t had any cause for blood to be shed and to enable him to find out. But if it didn’t, if in changing kingdoms the man had swapped his magic blood for mundane red and white cells, then it often felt like he’d gone back in time only the magma was replaced by shivering anger. The haphazard nature of his emotions had planted a growing wickedness in the stallion. His old ways were coming back with more vigour than they had ever appeared before. His battle scars were glowing, itching with trepidation to fight again. His heart was leading him not to another pretty mare he could fall in love with, but beating only towards those who might entertain the possibility of spending a single night in his company. Who could know when the man would reach his climax, his worst, and exactly how bad it could be? He had no idea himself, though that is also to say he had no idea of the spiral he was slipping down, let alone the black pit he was hurtling towards.
 
The Red Waste was hot, Tantibus would give it that, but it was not in many ways dissimilar to the lands of the Incendiary and so he was unfazed by the fiery climate. There was a small part of him that found comfort in its similarity to his past Kingdom, and found solace in this.
 
The creature was barely over the border to the Waste when he heard a voice addressing the warriors of Lyrus, a category into which he now fell. His antlered head scanned the horizon and yet saw no equine from which the voice seemed to have come. Luckily enough, there was a clear direction and so the man set out to find the caller. Tanti quickly came to the assumption that the man he was wandering toward would be Kodarki, whom Syrilth had told him was the Lyrus Commander and, effectively, his boss while he retained his title of Knight. Eventually the dark stag came across another stallion, actually eerily similar in appearance as they both possessed a pair of antlers, a specimen of lion or unicorn tail, and a deep coloured coat. Kodarki stood a while taller than he, but he’d come across many a gargantuan creature before and did not feel particularly intimidated or embarrassed by the difference.
 
He craned his neck up to the man who stood on a rock to address his warriors, ”Kodarki, I suppose Syrilth has not had chance to tell you of my presence. I am Tantibus, I met your Queen but a few days ago: she invited me to join your ranks as a Knight. It is an honour.”

Kodarki


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being a druid is not a choice;

The Druid was not one for being ordered around like some common whelp. Ask him to help, then fine. Let his discover the issue for himself, even better. Come to him begging and pleading for aid, then maybe. Order him? No. You will be met with the sheer force of his willpower and resentment unless you were the royalty he had chosen to serve.

Syrilth, he had chosen to serve. Kodarki, he had not. So when the younger man's voice had echoed across the desert, the Druid had been extremely tempted not to respond. Even the High Druids had allowed him that pleasure - until they grew weary of the old man, and removed him from their ranks entirely. Still, you can take the Druid away from the Halls of Paranor but you cannot take away his magic.

His actions, or lack thereof, would have consequences. So, he sucked it up a little and made his way across the red sands towards the ever-impressive Kodarki. That's sarcasm, by the way. Marauder found him irritating simply because he was higher ranked and felt he could order the Druid around. Marauder felt that he could lead an army to war better than this child.

He arrived second, not taking nearly as long as he'd hoped, finding himself next to yet another new face. The man was larger than he, naming himself Tantibus. A Knight the Queen had accepted from sight alone, he supposed. Looks like being named a Knight was not so much an honour as he had hoped - he had known, but still. A man can hope.

No, that little coil of spite, bitterness and anger was growing again in the pit of his stomach. It seemed to be a regular occurrence nowadays. Perhaps he should leave. It would be as simple as speaking a single word and walking away. No one could judge him for it - the man had tried to take the throne for himself, and then submitted beneath the Queen's hoof. Then he had found himself being expected to submit beneath yet another hoof, one he did not appreciate.

After all, Marauder had not come to this land to find a herd in the very beginning. That had merely been a side effect of his pilgrimage. The Red Wastes had called to him, and the Queen Ursa had made him welcome. To tell the truth, he missed the spirituality the herd had held in those days - even if the Queen had claimed Vega to be a God when no, she wasn't. There were no Gods. They were all dead.

Contemplating his latest train of thought with a great deal of seriousness, the Druid turned his gaze from the thoroughbred-esque newcomer and levelled a glare from beneath the cowl of his hood at Kodarki.

it is a calling


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Posted on Jan 10 2018, 2:14 AM. (Edited: Jan 10 2018, 2:14 AM by Eo.)
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Eo
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Today was the day.

The day that the young woman had been waiting for. The day she had worked so hard for since the moment she had been accepted into Lyrus. Countless miles she had raced this dusty landscape, building the endurance and muscle necessary. She had also taken the time to scale the treacherous Lunar Mountains to the east, her reward the view and the beautiful, clear bay that lay upon its other side. Beneath a hide of rusty silk, lean muscles now defined each curve of her body. She was no longer the scrawny child who had stood before the General and all but pleaded for him to make her  knight. No, Eo was now a young woman beginning to blossom into adulthood, one would rightfully earn her place among the Knights of Lyrus.

Eo dipped her head in greeting as she approached the group, nostrils flaring slightly in exertion. She had not been far when she had heard the call and had kept a brisk pace on her way, but still two others had arrived before her. 

A lesser woman might have been intimidated. She was the only female among a trio of massive stallions, the smallest of whom was still more than a hand taller and ten stone heavier. And if Eo was honest with herself, she was a little nervous. Even now, nearly a year past the tragedy that had forced her to leave her homeland, the presence of so many stallions around her raised alarm bells in her head.

Where she had come from, stallions like these were not to be trusted.

Still, she swallowed that fear. She was a warrior of Lyrus. 

She would not be afraid.

The first stallion, who looked surprisingly similar to the General upon first glance, had introduced himself as Tantibus. The second had not spoken but merely glared out from beneath a hood at the other two. Neither of these gentlemen she had encountered thus far in her wanderings of the herdlands. Eo squared her shoulders and hips, held her head tall, and hoped that they would take her seriously despite her diminutive size.

Her amber eyes turned upward to the great antlered stud who towered above them. A bright, sparkling smile pulled at her ebon lips, one that she could not even contain if she'd tried. No, despite her wariness of the other two stallions, this was her General. He had already earned her trust and loyalty. 

"Hello again, Commander. I look forward to learning whatever you have to teach me."

She clearly was the youngest of the gathered souls, she noticed, as she turned to the other two stallions with whom she was not acquainted. Eo's liquid copper gaze took in every detail of first the anonymous stud, clearly battle-worn by the pale and calloused face that loomed beneath the brown hood, and then Tantibus, whose antlers she noticed upon closer inspection were not his own but that of a skull he wore like a battle helm over his face. These were to be her comrades.

"Hello, fellow warriors. I am Eo."

Short, sweet, the words rolled off her tongue like a drop of water in the heat of the desert. Now, introductions complete, she stepped back into line and awaited the rest of their troupe.


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It had been months since he had heard from the others. A solemn soul, he had a tendency to stay away from the rest of the herd, instead sticking to the places where the sun did not hit his pelt, and moving along the borders of the stone desert, listening for those who moved into the surrounding area. and questioning them. Sometimes he ended up questioning those who belonged to the herd, but usually it didn't cause problems.  Today was a break in the routine though as he heard what he was fairly certain was the commanders booming voice.  Swiveling his head in the direction from the sound had come, he pricked his ears up to listen. At the request to meet, he set off at a gentle lope. Despite having wings, moving on the ground was still his preferred method of travel. Where he could feel it tremble under his hooves, and feel what was around him.  coming from the north border, he seemed quite late to the gathering. 
He could already feel four other forms gathered around, one of which was rather small.  he gave a dip of his head in Kodarki's general direction, wooden horns moving with him. 
"Commander Kodarki"  He greeted, in a thick heavily accented voice.  "How will we serve you today?"


Kodarki

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Posted on Feb 08 2018, 8:16 PM.
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galileo kodarki;
and I walk right into the path of a lightning bolt

There was a hint of excitement in the eyes of the commander as his warriors flocked to him. To see the strength of Elysium form in such strong presences made him proud to serve the Firstborn Vega. Whilst the goddess had perhaps planned for their herd to be war-driven, they'd taken quite the defensive turn. Kodarki wasn't complaining. War meant combat and combat meant casualties. As the group slowly arrived, he felt the same urge he'd had when he'd been a general to protect those who relied on him. He would train them to be strong. He would train them to be merciful. He would train them to be knights of Lyrus.

The first to approach was a new figure whom Kodarki originally thought was a reflection of himself. It took him a heartbeat to realise that the stallion was only decorated with the stag skull, unlike his own impressive rack. Still, this was clearly a formidable warrior with muscles that rivalled even his own. As he took in more of the stallion, he noitced that he was covered in the various husks of animals. Were they.. fish bones? Kodarki regarded him steadily before he spoke. Intrigued by the new member of Lyrus, the mahogany stallion offered a firm nod in response to the one called @tantibus. He shifted from his postion upon the rock down to one of equal height to the horse. Though he was still taller, he hoped it offered a peaceful beginning to a possible friendship. "Nice to meet ya', friend." His accent was always a little stronger when he spoke to strangers, perhaps out of a subconcious nervousness, though Kodarki would never admit it. "I'm Commander Galileo Kodarki. Call me what you will. I hope you'll become a strong part of our herd; never a dull moment in Lyrus, mind. Plenty to do to keep the herd moving.I'd be happy to instruct you, or perhaps show you the ropes. Whatever works for you, soldier."

Next to arrive was @Mardauder. He'd met him before, but only briefly. Still, he had no qualms about the stallion now. As long as he served Syrilth well and loyally, the pair would have no problems. He'd happily make it clear to Marauder if he tried anything, anyway. "Greetings. It's nice to see you." He spoke simply, offering a few words to the horse.

A friendly face was next and Kodarki straightened his neck at the approaching mare. Pretty in the sun of the Waste, @Eo was a fine sight for a stallion. Grinning, an impish look played across his face. "Would you look who it is!" He chuckled, ignoring her formal introduction and responding with one of familiarity. "It's nice to see you, and in such good health. The queen not working you too hard, is she now?" Eyes alight, the stallion enjoyed teasing the mare.

The final one to join them was the polite Aethelbeorn, and Kodarki offered a smile in his direction as he asked the question that he guessed they all wanted to know the answer to. "I've brought you here because it was about time we put some order in place in our ranks as knights. Each of you is different, and thus, each of you deserves a different role suited to your abilities. Take Eo, for example. She's small and light, most likely quick on her feet. She is probably lacking in defence. Thus, her training should focus on this. My own weaknesses are a good example too. My speed is definitely below average, I would never be able to keep up with a fast opponent. But my endurance, on the other hand, means I could fight closely and for a long time. I want to know your strengths and weaknesses, so I can make plans with you all about what to work on. I encourage you all to spar with each other, too. These are you shield-brothers and sisters, treat them like your blood."

 
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Posted on Feb 08 2018, 9:23 PM.
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It wasn't the biggest turnout he'd seen at a meeting of knights or warriors, but it wasn't pitiful, either. He stood amongst a handful of blatantly well-trained warriors and equines of other similar titles, and while he fancied himself the proud owner of most fitting and looked after knight's physique, he was not disappointed in the forms of his fellow fighters.

The group, too, held in it a number of different characters. So it seemed, anyway. The man who approached after him, whose name he did not know for it had not been spoken, seemed old and.. wise? Or perhaps he was just grumpy. Tantibus cast the stallion a side-glance, minorly irked that he hadn't even had the common decency to nod a curt greeting in his direction. He was not a sensitive man but in a meeting like this one would think they should at least act civil to one another. After the granddad came a mare, Eo. She was relatively small but simplistically pretty. She seemed young, innocent, her voice a honey-dripping song in contrast to the hulking voices of the men who surrounded her. If she was not of Lyrus loyalty, Tantibus might've marked her onto his list of potential entertainments, but it was unfortunate his allegiance to the herd trumped his loyalty to one night stands. Unfortunate for the mare, too. He nodded briefly in her direction, a flicker of a smile and the swiftest of glints appearing in his eye as he did so. 

The last soul to arrive was the largest, sporting a thick accent but formal, polite words. He offered no name, either, but at least he spoke. Tantibus figured this was a man to be respected, and while first impressions alone would in no other circumstance demand his respect and trust, if both men stood here at the same meeting, here to serve their herd, then he would make an exception to his rules.

Kodarki began to speak again, offering first a jovial greeting to the skulled stallion. He was kind, gentlemanly and yet dominant in his address. It was clear this man knew he was in charge and wasn't likely to give up his superiority. Tantibus found himself holding back a scoff, though, as the commander offered instruction in the way of war. Evidently he had picked up that the beast was trained in battle, though not quite to the extent that was true. Tantibus had far more battle experience than most could even hope to name: while he had no idea of Kodarki's familiarity with war, he would happily bet that they sat at around a similar level at the very least. It was probably for the best that the Commander continued to speak, greeting each of the other warriors in turn and leaving no room for Tantibus to reply.

Once the pleasantries were done and done, though, the larger stallion addressed the group as a whole. He spoke of weaknesses and again Tantibus suppressed a smirk. Weakness. Pah, it was a mighty weakness to even have weaknesses alone. He would never admit to any of his talents and traits being substandard compared to the rest. Unbeknownst to him, that was evidently where his fighting character fell down. There's never any harm to come with a little humility. Nonetheless, he stepped up, taking a short stride closer to Kodarki to place himself a short distance from the center of the gathering. 

"I am fast, agile, quick-witted and creative in my style," his voice called out in dark chocolate tones, dripping with pride. He realised he should at least offer a weakness, even if he didn't truly believe it existed within himself. Arrogance would not be the best characteristic to have the others believe he entertained closely. "I guess I am not as strong as I could be. Brute force has never been my speciality."it was true to an extent, though also the most obvious of weaknesses he could've offered. After all, he stood considerably smaller than most of the gathered creatures, his bulk in the form of chiselled fine muscle rather than gigantic stature. Aside from the mare, he was one of the least likely to offer a behemoth's strength to the battle ground. 

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Eo
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It pleased the young woman to be greeted with such familiarity by someone she considered an Idol. Eo tossed her head just a little, a cute mixture of pride and eager acknowledgement of Kodarki's praise. A wide grin was on her lips as she replied.

"She works me no harder than I work myself."

She then respectfully fell into line, listening intently to the General's words. Perhaps it was her slight crush, or merely her eagerness to please, but she stood a little taller when Kodarki mentioned that she was likely to be swift and agile. While another might've taken his comment about her lacking in defense as an insult, Eo well understood her own strengths and weaknesses. She was small, the smallest of the gathered warriors, and while her muscles were hard from months of her own training regimen in preparation for this day they were still the lean muscles of a woman. She could never match the strength or size of the males surrounding her. After listening to the handsome skull-helmed male list his own strengths and weaknesses, she too stepped up bravely to offer her own. 

"As the General mentioned, I am quick and light on my feet. I have agility and stealth on my side, as well as endurance. I can keep a steady pace for several hours, even through the heat of mid-day."

She prided herself in the discipline she had developed in the months since she had arrived in the Waste. Her strengths had been carefully cultivated, though she had come to the end of her own knowledge some time ago. Now she would rely on those around her, her fellow warriors of Lyrus, to further her training.

"I am the youngest of us by far, which is surely a disadvantage as I can imagine the rest of you are more versed in battle than I. With my stature, I have no advantages of either size nor strength. I will never be large enough to overpower much more than a child. So once I have learned the basics, I will need to learn how to defend myself and how to use my size and speed to my advantage."

All of her own weaknesses were fairly obvious, all things considered, but still Eo was not ashamed to face them. In the young woman's mind, the only way to overcome them was to acknowledge them. She was convinced that there was none here more dedicated to the job... none who would work harder than herself to earn the title of knight. Though it had been bestowed upon her, she knew that she would have to prove it to the rest of the men that she belonged in their ranks.

Still, she had the General's confidence. And for Eo, that was enough. It would serve her through any trials that would come to pass. The challenge was there in her amber eyes as she addressed each of her brethren while she spoke. Let any of them say she did not belong. 

She would prove them wrong.

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OOC | Kodarki tantibus Marauder Aethelbeorn Eo is proud to be a koko-bean XD and is ready to smack down any doubters  


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being a druid is not a choice;

There were far fewer fighters in this herd than he had imagined. That made his frustration stutter to a halt momentarily. There were but a mere five of them in total, including his aged self. He found himself almost the smallest amongst them. The Druid most certainly would have been if not for the dainty little mare that had reached the gathering after him.

Kodarki wasted no words when he spoke to Marauder, something the old man was grateful for. He did not particularly feel like mincing words or dishing out pleasantries. But the old man still inclined his head in return to the younger man's greeting.

He watched on as the General moved on, speaking to the small mare like an old friend. In fact, he seemed to treat all the others as such. Again, Marauder was silently grateful the man did not attempt such a thing with him. It would not be well met. He was also grateful when the final equine to arrive prompted the general to go on with his intentions.

And suddenly he felt patronized. Marauder knew well the limits of his body, and being so far on it years it would be virtually impossible to improve upon them. He had held his own against the Queen well enough after all. But still he listened, absorbing the information on Kodarki's own strengths and weaknesses, pairing them up against his own - you know, in case they ever sparred. Or fought. Fighting sounded good actually. He could almost taste the other man's blood on his tongue as he imagined biting into the proud flesh of the taller man.

The Druid refrained from curling up his nostrils when it was said the others here would be his brethren. At this very point in time, he wasn't even sure if he wanted to stand among them. It struck him then. Marauder was not a man to place his trust easily in others, and that was alright. They would have to prove themselves to him.

Tantibus said his speil, followed by Eo reiterating hers, expanding upon it even, and then it was his turn.

"Strength is not on my side, nor is my age," he spoke for the first time this meeting, voice deep and rough, "My joints are not what they used to be but there is nothing that can be done about that. I have endurance and a vast amount of experience on my side. I suppose my speed is a little above average, but that is debatable."

He then turned to Eo, gaze softened beneath the shade of his hood as he considered her.

"Your stature may work to your advantage," he said to her, "Smaller and lighter builds should not be written aside. Larger and bulkier types, even just those who stand taller than yourself, will struggle if you can find the courage to stay close in a fight once you have learned to defend yourself."

it is a calling
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