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Amaranthine Wars

This is a thread between Tirion (Indi ) and Charm (fleabittengray ). 

Prompt:

An inhabitant of a royal herd himself, Tirion knows how well-protected these types of lands can be. But he also understands that the Howling Keep might be the perfect place to keep prisoners of war, particularly those who may have been exposed to the cambion disease and been allowed to suffer slowly. Tirion knows it is risky, but he has come to see if he can help anyways. Charm, dark mainland herd leader, happened to be coming to the Howling Keep to consult with the Dark Royals regarding the war, when he happens upon the nephilim... And knows that Tirion does not belong here.

This thread can become a battle should you so choose.

This will be Tirion's second encounter in Act 3 and Charm's third. 

Please ensure you have read the information regarding the plot here. At least three posts from each roleplayer are required for this thread for it to be considered as complete, however further posts are encouraged. Thread should be completed no later than August 18th, 2024.

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I must isolate you
Isolate and save you from yourself

His son was doing well in The Howling Keep as per the last update Charm got from him. He was proud of Snake Charmer. Pony he may be, but he was the perfect heir regardless of his smaller size. The Shire knew that being bigger than everyone wasn't always going to make you win. Sometimes, you had to use your brain instead of strength. Charm had both, of course, but Snake was wickedly smart and able to execute orders calmly and efficiently. His son was always so calm it often frightened some of those that worked the brothel as whores. They were frightened by his eerie calmness, the way he didn't ever seem to miss anything that went on in The Whore House. So yes, Charm was mighty proud of his heir - and could not wait to get the boy back home. Alice was doing her best to take over his role, temporarily, as healer, but she was not nearly as organized about it as Snake was. It was a good thing this position in the Keep was only temporary... Charm missed having Snake around, admittedly, though his journey here to The Howling Keep was not to meet with his son. It was to meet with Thomasin and/or Selven, to discuss how the war was going. He knew he was showing up more or less unannounced but he felt like he had a good enough relationship with the royals to be able to do that.

The guard he passed going into the Keep recognized him, probably having seen him at the coronation or something, and allowed Charm to walk on by without any issue. He gave a curt nod as he walked by the guard but gave no verbal greeting. He saw no point. He walked casually, in a stride that was almost lazy, down the woodland path. This should bring him to the heart of the lands, if he remembered correctly. Not in any rush, the Shire took his time to look around at everything. The woods were quiet, aside from the chirping of morning birds and the occasional buzzing of insects in the spring sunlight. It was peaceful, but Charm knew not to get comfortable - not even here in his own Kingdom. There was much that could go wrong...

Charm | 382 | Indi w/ Tirion
notes | we are getting our staircase renovated and its LOUD AF and i can't really focus to write so sorry for lack of quality >.<
timeline | 11 years 7 months, spring, morning, Selven is still King, 5 days after war thread with Rhundurin
"Speech"

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ARTWORK BY VINSABER

[Indi]

It seemed mere days ago that Tirion had been attending the coronation of his Aunt Nixi’s half-brother as the new Light King. Where it seemed the whole world – already in chaos – had been thrown topsy-turvy.

Having Great-Grandfather – and the former Queen, Lexi – returned home had been a great relief, of course. Especially given the search for his great-grandfather had consumed most of his childhood and adult life. He could barely remember a time before, though he’d retained a few vague memories of time spent with the buckskin stallion who had once ruled the Light Kingdom. The shattered shell that had been returned to them the day of the coronation seemed as unlike what Tirion remembered as one could imagine. Yet it was the former Light King, Aranu.

As if his state of barely alive had not been shocking enough, the Dark Royals had begun their whole production by throwing down two heads, as if they had been the missing former royals. Tirion had no idea who the two unfortunate deceased equines might be… wondered if their families would ever have the closure of knowing what had become of their loved ones. He could only hope they had not been murdered solely for the purpose of the strange theatrics on display that day by the Dark Royals.

What was the point? Apparently there was something going on there, something bad had happened… but Tirion had no idea what. He had no idea what had led up to the Dark Royal pair feeling it necessary to have thrown Hunroor’s coronation into such chaos. Why had they even had Great-Grandfather in the first place? It made no sense whatsoever. In truth, from what little he could remember and, more importantly, from what his Uncle Aearion had told him, his father had enjoyed a relatively cordial relationship with many of the Dark Royals. Certainly he and the various queens ruling at his side had never been directly at odds with any of the Dark Royals during his years of rule. In fact, they had even been allies more than once. The agreement made with the former Queen Tainted Love, in particular came to mind, considering his cousins who could claim direct descent from a pair of former Dark Royals. And he remembered Aearion mentioning that Great-Grandfather had always spoken well of the former Queen Akroma.

Sad to think that things had deteriorated so badly. And why? What reason had the Dark Royals had to kidnap his great-grandfather and keep him imprisoned in such horrifyingly bad conditions for so, so long?

Maybe that was why he found himself lingering perilously close to Dark borders on what should have been a fine spring day. He knew better than to cross the border… without very good reason, but he could not help wondering. If his great-grandfather had been held prisoner there for so long… who else might be languishing in those same inhumanely vile conditions? What about prisoners of war in this conflict that seemed to drag on eternally? What better place to house prisoners than in the most defended herd in the kingdom? He wondered if it would be worth trying to get in touch with those he knew still living in the Keep… though quite a few of them would not have the slightest clue and others might be kept in the dark about such things. As a guard, though… Lazarus might know. But Tirion did not want to put the quadruplet’s uncle in the tremendously uncomfortable position answering such questions might put him in.

So… he lingered just shy of the border, listening, trying to detect any clue that might suggest someone needed help.

Character;; Tirion
Tagged;; fleabittengray w/Carnallust the Charmer
Notes;; <3

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Charm

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I must isolate you
Isolate and save you from yourself

Charm was still near the body, taking a longer, roundabout way of getting into the Keep, when he noticed through the trees someone who seemed to be lurking just outside of the border. This, of course, intrigued the large Shire brute. He slowly came to a halt, his black sabino pelt blending in with the shadows as he gazed out through the gaps between the trees. He couldn't make out the finer details of the other equine but he got a gut feeling that whoever this was did not belong here. A maniacal grin began to spread across his muzzle as the stallion gave a low, quiet chuckle - lost on a spring breeze that rustled the leaves in the branches above him - and he began to prowl through the forest to get to the border's edge. He would drag this idiot straight to Thomasin if it was someone who did not belong here. Or maybe he would just deal with the perp himself, in his own way. He was dreadfully bored at the moment. He needed a little bit of fun to spice things up...

Grin still in place, black eyes peering out from behind his thick forelock, Charm emerged from the trees like a living shadow. He nickered at the potential intruder, noticing their almost nervous energy that they were portraying. His grin grew wider and he advanced slowly, stalking like a wolf would a lamb. "You look lost," he hummed, tone light with amusement but the threat within it was thinly veiled. "Why don't you go ahead and turn around, run along back to wherever you came from, and spare yourself the embarrassment of making a fool out of yourself?" He chuckled, heavy hooves thudding against the earth. Away from the trees, the sun was warm and bright against his glossy pelt. His muscles were toned, flexing ominously beneath his sleek black sabino hide as he came to a halt, successfully blocking the pathway that would bring this stranger closer to The Howling Keep's border.

Charm | 337 | Indi w/ Tirion
notes | thread is over the time limit for completion but willing to continue if you are! <3
timeline | 11 years 7 months, spring, morning, Selven is still King, 5 days after war thread with Rhundurin
"Speech"

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ARTWORK BY VINSABER

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This thread is past the time for completion, but still willing to continue if you are!

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