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@Amer
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Coal barely spared the harpy a glance. Coal was a bit irritated by the interruption, quickly forgetting that he had interrupted in much the same way. His gaze was transfixed on Vanya. Already, she had become a worshipful figure to him. She was unbeautiful, with a rather masculine face, but he didn’t see her like the phoenix ladies he tried to tease and woo (usually without great success.) No, he didn’t see her as a lady to romance. He saw her as a great, lethal, and powerful captain, deadly, but holding the keys to mercy. It would be a mercy to him if she would condescend to allow him into her crew, and let him have the adventure he had hungered for all his life. She was the Mythic that would decide his fate.
He wanted to join her crew immediately. In fact, he was just about to make that bid, before the harpy had arrived. Now he supposed the interruption had to be dealt with, first.
Before Vanya’s awesome presence, he felt suddenly inadequate. Clearly, he must put forth his best impression. And here he was, without a shirt! This never mattered to him, no matter his company, but it might matter to Vanya. He didn’t know her prudence. He stepped gingerly across the deck as if stepping around landmines (afraid that even these timid movements would once again train a gun to his forehead) and plucked up his cloak, putting it back over his shoulders and concealing his double pecs.
 
It was the quiet sort of night that Mary deemed appropriate for communicating with the owls.
She was doing such—sitting on the forest floor and speaking owl speech, as she was wont to do—when another owl arrived. This was a breathless and determined creature, and Mary hooted a greeting, and bid him calm down and tell her why he was in such a hurry.
The owl had a message, it seemed. Mary took the envelope from his claws.
“Now if only I could read,” she said. She said it to the owl, but not in owl-speech, for of course owls do not have words for those things. Owls do not read.
“Come with me, and we shall find my parents, and then we will know what to do,” This time, she spoke in Owl, for owls have great respect for their parents. Mary had great respect for her parents as well.
They flew back to her house—over the trees, Mary had too great a wingspan to fly between them—and Mary asked the owl to tell her why this message had been sent.
The owl spoke her of great danger in the Centaur Compound. The Centaurs were trapped by the humans.
The pair arrived home, and Mary delivered this message to her parents, but of course they couldn’t read either.
But her father promised to give the message to the more literate leaders of Bird Point.
Mary should have considered that a good deed well done, and gone to bed.
But she decided instead to go back to communicating with the owls. She was battling with a dangerous curiosity. The owl who had delivered the message decided to join in the conversation, and it sounded weary and desperate.
With that mournful voice compelling her, Mary realized she had to know what was going on that very night, or she would never rest. Of course, Bird Point was going to send scouts, but she would be considered too young. She asked the owl if it would lead the way to the Compound, and it obliged. Mary of course tried her best to keep up, but Harpies were never quite as good at flying for long distances as ordinary birds.
Once she was throughly exhausted, she walked the rest of the way to the encampment, which did afford her some stealth that flying would have robbed.
She stopped short when she saw the glow of fire in the distance, and some human soldiers walk by that were far too close to be safe, especially at her tired, compromised state.
 
-Shade- said:
(I don't think there IS a Harpy government...)
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(Probably not
I also don’t know if they have houses so I left that part vague
Well, there are probably some that are literate, anyway, and some older, more respected ones)

(Mary is… well-meaning but impotent, and probably about to be captured.
Her parents aren’t going to be happy…)
 
Amer said:
(Probably not
I also don’t know if they have houses so I left that part vague
Well, there are probably some that are literate, anyway, and some older, more respected ones)

(Mary is… well-meaning but impotent, and probably about to be captured.
Her parents aren’t going to be happy…)
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(i think they have houses only if they built houses *question mark???* so i just stuck Galen in a "house" thing right off the bat)
 
Blue Raptor said:
Um, help you escape? I don’t really think so.
He’s Not really.. in the compound, he’s next to it in his own cell.
Chained to the floor.
Being all depressed and such. 💀
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Lol oof 😬 that’s not fun ma man 😂
Amer said:
It was the quiet sort of night that Mary deemed appropriate for communicating with the owls.
She was doing such—sitting on the forest floor and speaking owl speech, as she was wont to do—when another owl arrived. This was a breathless and determined creature, and Mary hooted a greeting, and bid him calm down and tell her why he was in such a hurry.
The owl had a message, it seemed. Mary took the envelope from his claws.
“Now if only I could read,” she said. She said it to the owl, but not in owl-speech, for of course owls do not have words for those things. Owls do not read.
“Come with me, and we shall find my parents, and then we will know what to do,” This time, she spoke in Owl, for owls have great respect for their parents. Mary had great respect for her parents as well.
They flew back to her house—over the trees, Mary had too great a wingspan to fly between them—and Mary asked the owl to tell her why this message had been sent.
The owl spoke her of great danger in the Centaur Compound. The Centaurs were trapped by the humans.
The pair arrived home, and Mary delivered this message to her parents, but of course they couldn’t read either.
But her father promised to give the message to the more literate leaders of Bird Point.
Mary should have considered that a good deed well done, and gone to bed.
But she decided instead to go back to communicating with the owls. She was battling with a dangerous curiosity. The owl who had delivered the message decided to join in the conversation, and it sounded weary and desperate.
With that mournful voice compelling her, Mary realized she had to know what was going on that very night, or she would never rest. Of course, Bird Point was going to send scouts, but she would be considered too young. She asked the owl if it would lead the way to the Compound, and it obliged. Mary of course tried her best to keep up, but Harpies were never quite as good at flying for long distances as ordinary birds.
Once she was throughly exhausted, she walked the rest of the way to the encampment, which did afford her some stealth that flying would have robbed.
She stopped short when she saw the glow of fire in the distance, and some human soldiers walk by that were far too close to be safe, especially at her tired, compromised state.
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Noice!

What time of day might it be?


Shem left Tuun in the barracks and went on his rounds, collecting his squad from the north section of the compound where all the other Centaurs stayed. He hated being separated from the last of his herd each day, but that’s what “had to be done”, in the kings words at least. Obviously Shem wasn’t trustworthy outside the compound, but as a prisoner he didn’t see what the harm would be by letting him stay with the herd.
He gathered a small group from the centaur barracks and led them to a courtyard where Tuun was waiting next to a pile of spears, swords and maces. A rack of bows and arrows stood not far that and a row of round shields hung from the wall behind them. The training began and they each split off into pairs of two in order to practice combat against an opponent.
“No, no if you swing like that you’ll dent the edge! You’re not trying to simply hit each others swords, you have to parry his attack and then advance. On guard…attack.” Shem explained, his deep voice would almost sound harsh if it weren’t for the wink he gave at the end of his words.
The centaurs practiced blocking, parrying and feinting for well over two hours before stopping for the day, their arms sore and a few even welted.
The human soldiers positioned at the gates of each courtyard watched on as if they had not a care in the world. But Shem knew that they suspected something, and if the centaurs attacked…they didn’t stand a chance.
Shem wouldn’t let what had happened before happen again, his herd was ready now.

The day went by quickly and before he knew it it was time to turn in, the sun was beginning to set and he had gotten used to an early bedtime and an early rising.
Then something caught his eye from outside the Compound, a lone figure ran across a hill for only a moment, silhouetted against the setting sun. Something winged.
Shem left his room immediately, stealthily going downstairs despite his un-stealthy shape and size. He passed a cell without windows on his way to the outer walls and he almost thought he heard a low growling sound and the clink of scales against one another. But he had no time to investigate further. The Mythics had sent someone to rescue them, or so it seemed. He arrived at the wall, finding an unguarded corner and pulling a loose stone from the mortar. And then he waited, listening intently for any sign of the figure.






Alright! Ur set up @Amer ! Lol

@Blue Raptor i thought you could rp a pov of ur wyvern!
 
Name: Alexander(Alex) Straylan (idk)
Gender: Male
Age: 22
Species: Human
Physical Appearance: 5'10, average build, light brown eyes, short, wavy blonde hair. Has a small scar above and to the right of his upper lip that gives him a bit of a sideways smirk whenever he smiles.
Personality: Smug and cocky, he can be rather insufferable around others, especially those lower in authority. He has a bit of a self-righteous attitude, but is very cunning, and doesn't allow his ego to interfere with his judgment- it's mostly for show. He doesn't hardly ever show how he really feels about almost everything, not even around his twin brother. More to be RPed later.
Backstory: Alex's father is a high-ranked general in the King's order, and Alex has been working his way to try and live up to his standards his whole life. His mother was killed by a Wyvern when he was 12, and he has despised and hunted Mythics ever since. He is now an officer at the Centaur compound in North State.

(CAP, I FINALLY DID IT, I'M SORRY IT TOOK SO LONG. Now you need to make his twin brother before we submit this to Matty.)
((I have never come up with a character that is this much of a freaking heart throb, CAP YOU AND TOBIAS HAVE RUINED ME FOREVER 😭 😭 🤣💀💀))
 
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Crestcrazy2 said:
Lol oof 😬 that’s not fun ma man 😂

Noice!

What time of day might it be?


Shem left Tuun in the barracks and went on his rounds, collecting his squad from the north section of the compound where all the other Centaurs stayed. He hated being separated from the last of his herd each day, but that’s what “had to be done”, in the kings words at least. Obviously Shem wasn’t trustworthy outside the compound, but as a prisoner he didn’t see what the harm would be by letting him stay with the herd.
He gathered a small group from the centaur barracks and led them to a courtyard where Tuun was waiting next to a pile of spears, swords and maces. A rack of bows and arrows stood not far that and a row of round shields hung from the wall behind them. The training began and they each split off into pairs of two in order to practice combat against an opponent.
“No, no if you swing like that you’ll dent the edge! You’re not trying to simply hit each others swords, you have to parry his attack and then advance. On guard…attack.” Shem explained, his deep voice would almost sound harsh if it weren’t for the wink he gave at the end of his words.
The centaurs practiced blocking, parrying and feinting for well over two hours before stopping for the day, their arms sore and a few even welted.
The human soldiers positioned at the gates of each courtyard watched on as if they had not a care in the world. But Shem knew that they suspected something, and if the centaurs attacked…they didn’t stand a chance.
Shem wouldn’t let what had happened before happen again, his herd was ready now.

The day went by quickly and before he knew it it was time to turn in, the sun was beginning to set and he had gotten used to an early bedtime and an early rising.
Then something caught his eye from outside the Compound, a lone figure ran across a hill for only a moment, silhouetted against the setting sun. Something winged.
Shem left his room immediately, stealthily going downstairs despite his un-stealthy shape and size. He passed a cell without windows on his way to the outer walls and he almost thought he heard a low growling sound and the clink of scales against one another. But he had no time to investigate further. The Mythics had sent someone to rescue them, or so it seemed. He arrived at the wall, finding an unguarded corner and pulling a loose stone from the mortar. And then he waited, listening intently for any sign of the figure.






Alright! Ur set up @Amer ! Lol

@Blue Raptor i thought you could rp a pov of ur wyvern!
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(I assumed the owl message was sent at night.)
Mary stared helplessly at the formidable walls.
It wasn’t worth it trying to decipher what the message meant, what was one harpy against a whole fortress of humans? Especially a harpy that was too tired to fly.
But it was many miles back home, and all in darkness. Was it worth turning back now, when the answers were within her reach?
A stone slid out of place at an unguarded corner of the wall.
She regarded it fearfully and hooted to the owl, asking her to investigate the cause of the moved brick.
The owl flew over Shem’s head and back to Mary again, telling her that it was a centaur.
Mary told her to go back and discover where the other centaurs were.
Mary wanted the centaur to somehow know that she was there, without drawing unnecessary attention. She made a variety of bird noises. Hopefully the centaur would realize there was a harpy present, and not some strange, nocturnal mockingbird.
Of course, the humans could probably hear this too, but they hadn’t seen an owl flying over their heads.
 

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