-The Mythics RP-

[Blue Raptor]

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!

Ohhhehheheh yesssss
Gimmie a bit, my fam and I have a movie to finish.

 

[Blue Raptor]

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!

A chain rattled; a sound that echoed around the small stone cell.
It was a sound Aerie struggled to avoid daily. It had grown more painful-sounding over the last year, while he assumed at first it would’ve become less noticeable. He flinched every time the cold metal clashed against the floor beneath him, and it left his ears ringing for hours. And that was on the quiet days.
At least when the young wyvern could hear the training or marching of the men outside was when sound actually became somewhat attractive.
Aerie made an exception, one of the few times that happened in a day, to pull his arm underneath his body and look up at the heavy oak door keeping him locked in the small, unlit cell.
A heavy thudding sound came from the other side. Not loud, but not exactly humanlike stealth. Aerie could already tell from the sound what it was, but sniffed powerfully anyway. Now he was sure. It was a horse and rider. There were a lot of them in the compound, and he found it strange that humans would ride horses around so often, but they did.
This one was doing a good job at keeping his horse quiet. Aerie didn’t know that humans could make horses lighten their footsteps like that—but then again, he didn’t know they had guns either.
He let out his breath with a low growl, feeling a slight heat from his breath on the front of his face, and the hoofsteps paused for a brief moment before continuing on. He must’ve spooked the horse.
The horse and rider continued on, and Aerie lay his head back on his arm, wincing at the sound of metal as it echoed around the room.

 

[Crestcrazy2]

(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.

Alright cool, let’s say it’s late evening?



A moment later a type of screech owl fluttered to a stop in the small hole and landed quietly, Turning it’s head aaaaaall the way around to look back outside, it did this several times before flying away on silent wings. Shem stuck his arm out and felt around before pulling it back in and putting his eye up to the whole, revealing most of his face to whoever was trying to scout out the compound. “Hello? Who’s out there? Are you one of the Harpy?” Shem asked in a loud whisper, hoping whatever assassin or scout was out there could hear him.
His answer came in the form of a quiet burst of unfamiliar bird noises drifting from the hills or shrubs or wherever this creature was hiding.
“Yes! You are, good. We sent the message, when will you be able to get us out?! Oh Stars of Fazia I’m glad you’re here!” He said incredulously, almost letting himself believe it might be another one of his dreams before shaking it off, this wasn’t a dream. “Hello?”

 

[Crestcrazy2]

A chain rattled; a sound that echoed around the small stone cell.
It was a sound Aerie struggled to avoid daily. It had grown more painful-sounding over the last year, while he assumed at first it would’ve become less noticeable. He flinched every time the cold metal clashed against the floor beneath him, and it left his ears ringing for hours. And that was on the quiet days.
At least when the young wyvern could hear the training or marching of the men outside was when sound actually became somewhat attractive.
Aerie made an exception, one of the few times that happened in a day, to pull his arm underneath his body and look up at the heavy oak door keeping him locked in the small, unlit cell.
A heavy thudding sound came from the other side. Not loud, but not exactly humanlike stealth. Aerie could already tell from the sound what it was, but sniffed powerfully anyway. Now he was sure. It was a horse and rider. There were a lot of them in the compound, and he found it strange that humans would ride horses around so often, but they did.
This one was doing a good job at keeping his horse quiet. Aerie didn’t know that humans could make horses lighten their footsteps like that—but then again, he didn’t know they had guns either.
He let out his breath with a low growl, feeling a slight heat from his breath on the front of his face, and the hoofsteps paused for a brief moment before continuing on. He must’ve spooked the horse.
The horse and rider continued on, and Aerie lay his head back on his arm, wincing at the sound of metal as it echoed around the room.

Love it!!!!!!!!!!

 

[Lacy Duckwing]

Lichen’s claw tipped hand slid to her hip to grip the dagger that was strapped there. It was quiet. Too quiet.
The waves lapped at the hull of the ship, the sharp noise making her feel on edge. The air seemed heavy. Dark.

Vhanya watched as the varying Harpies bickered, the cowled Mythic revealed his scarred face -where had she seen him before?- and the other male Harpy took flight to the crow’s nest, her annoyance building like waves lapping against a ship hull.

She sidestepped away from the Harpy behind her -scratch that, this soul was a Phoenix. Vhanya noted his race when she felt flames warming her back from where he stood.
“I’m not a Mythic you want to hide behind, boy,” she flicked her tail in his direction as a not-so-subtle reminder of its venomous barbed tip.

She didn’t bother to hear an answer from him, and instead strode to the middle of the deck, lifted her flintlock, and shot a solitary bullet to the sky, the crack of the shot piercing through the predawn air. She wasn’t concerned about unwanted attention, Pirate’s Cove was no stranger to the sound of gunfire.
”Alright! Every soul currently aboard my ship I beseech you, cease your screw-jay squawking lest you find your blood black with venom or lead- your choice, it’s my treat.“
She knew she couldn’t take on all of them on her own, but a well-delivered threat often did the entirety of the work for her.

She turned slowly around to face every Mythic, even Galen, still hulking in the crow’s nest, his wings high up about him like some vulture.
“If you’re looking to join my crew you’d best stop flinging guns and words about like savages. If you’re not, then I’d say it’s best for you to leave this port as soon as possible. I have plenty of friends who’d relish seeking out your end..”

@-Kiwi-
@-Shade-
@Isabella5Storm3
@Amer

Galen begrudgingly dropped down to the deck and resumed a straight stance, trying not to look flustered. he pulled his knife back out, less for comfort, more for the fact that he might need to use it. His eyes flickered back and forth between Vhanya, Raven, and on occasion, suspiciously towards Coal.
His heart still thrummed in his ears so he took long breaths in an attempt to slow it down as he turned the blade over and over in his hands.

Gecko leaned over a railing, eyeing a ship. The ship was in sad shape. Its boards were all cracked and its paint was faded. Nobody seemed to be around, so he leaped over the railing onto the creaky deck. "Pow!" Gecko dropped to the ground, with his hands covering his head. "Don't shoot-" he lifted his head. What was he doing? Cowering when he wants to join a pirate ship? He was better than that. He rose to his feet and glanced around at the abandoned ship.
"Foolish me," he grumbled. "It wasn't even on this thing." Gecko unclipped his cloak, allowing it to fall to the floor. He spread his dark Grey wings and leaped into the humid air with a single flap. He rose above the ships in the dock until he could see the ships below him. There! He spotted the Quicksilver nearby with her possible mutinous crew with weapons drawn everywhere. That must be where the gunshot came from.
Gecko swooped over and landed on the crow’s nest that Galen had just left. "Well hello hello," he said with a half-chuckle, peering down. "This sure-like appeahs like the populah hangout for solitary creatahs, now doesn't it?" He adjusted his wings with a miniature flap as he finished speaking. "Mind pointing a lonely fellow to a ship needing a new crew member?" He tilted his head toward Vhanya. "That is, my lady, if you don't have a spot come available of ya shooting the olden outa-way," he added a smile to his face as though amused.

Ember glared at Vhanya for a long silent moment, slowly lowering her gun away from the Phoenix, but keeping it at hand, her other tensed fist still torched with flames.
The Harpy backed slowly away from the center of the scene, standing her back to one of the masts as she watched.
The clap of wingbeats through the harbor air met her feathered ears and she turned her head slightly to watch the large Harpy approach the Quicksilver.
Lovely. Why don't we just invite every scavenging Harpy on this heaven-cursed island to join us then?


"You've got to be kidding me," Ember growled under her breath, dropping her gaze back to Vhanya.

@RDchicken99
@Isabella5Storm3
@Lacy Duckwing
@-Kiwi-
@Amer

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.

@-Kiwi-
@RDchicken99
@Isabella5Storm3
@-Shade-
@Amer

I quoted everyone's last post that was in this scene. I don't know who's turn it is to go next; I'm just waiting for someone to interact with Gecko at this point. Because Vhanya is the captain and everyone on the ship is looking to her the most, maybe @RDchicken99 should go next? That is, unless the two siblings want to keep going at things (it does appear like they've settled down).

 

[-Shade-]

@-Kiwi-
@RDchicken99
@Isabella5Storm3
@-Shade-
@Amer

I quoted everyone's last post that was in this scene. I don't know who's turn it is to go next; I'm just waiting for someone to interact with Gecko at this point. Because Vhanya is the captain and everyone on the ship is looking to her the most, maybe @RDchicken99 should go next? That is, unless the two siblings want to keep going at things (it does appear like they've settled down).

Ember and Coal went most recently after Gecko, I think Vhanya's reaction is most needed, and Lichen has been silent for WAY too long, so I would prioritize the latter two

 

[Amer]

Alright cool, let’s say it’s late evening?



A moment later a type of screech owl fluttered to a stop in the small hole and landed quietly, Turning it’s head aaaaaall the way around to look back outside, it did this several times before flying away on silent wings. Shem stuck his arm out and felt around before pulling it back in and putting his eye up to the whole, revealing most of his face to whoever was trying to scout out the compound. “Hello? Who’s out there? Are you one of the Harpy?” Shem asked in a loud whisper, hoping whatever assassin or scout was out there could hear him.
His answer came in the form of a quiet burst of unfamiliar bird noises drifting from the hills or shrubs or wherever this creature was hiding.
“Yes! You are, good. We sent the message, when will you be able to get us out?! Oh Stars of Fazia I’m glad you’re here!” He said incredulously, almost letting himself believe it might be another one of his dreams before shaking it off, this wasn’t a dream. “Hello?”

(I know you meant the owl turned the head 180 degrees and back several times but I just am picturing it's head going in circles like r2d2)
Mary was afraid to speak. One word, and she could be discovered.
"I can't get you out on my own, but we will come back," she whispered. I hope. She wasn't sure if the Harpies and Phoenixes would agree to get out the Centuars. "Is it safe to speak? Won't we be heard?"

 

[Lacy Duckwing]

Ember and Coal went most recently after Gecko, I think Vhanya's reaction is most needed, and Lichen has been silent for WAY too long, so I would prioritize the latter two

@RDchicken99

 

[RDchicken99]

Gecko leaned over a railing, eyeing a ship. The ship was in sad shape. Its boards were all cracked and its paint was faded. Nobody seemed to be around, so he leaped over the railing onto the creaky deck. "Pow!" Gecko dropped to the ground, with his hands covering his head. "Don't shoot-" he lifted his head. What was he doing? Cowering when he wants to join a pirate ship? He was better than that. He rose to his feet and glanced around at the abandoned ship.
"Foolish me," he grumbled. "It wasn't even on this thing." Gecko unclipped his cloak, allowing it to fall to the floor. He spread his dark Grey wings and leaped into the humid air with a single flap. He rose above the ships in the dock until he could see the ships below him. There! He spotted the Quicksilver nearby with her possible mutinous crew with weapons drawn everywhere. That must be where the gunshot came from.
Gecko swooped over and landed on the crow’s nest that Galen had just left. "Well hello hello," he said with a half-chuckle, peering down. "This sure-like appeahs like the populah hangout for solitary creatahs, now doesn't it?" He adjusted his wings with a miniature flap as he finished speaking. "Mind pointing a lonely fellow to a ship needing a new crew member?" He tilted his head toward Vhanya. "That is, my lady, if you don't have a spot come available of ya shooting the olden outa-way," he added a smile to his face as though amused.

(I’m not going to quote every related post, I’ll try to tie them all in as needed.)

Still in the center of the deck, Vhanya shifted yellow eyes from Mythic to Mythic. Galen had leapt lightly from his perch on the crow’s nest and now stood, restlessly spinning a knife in his fingers; she kept a watchful gaze on that knife, he’d proven himself capable of using it.

Her eyes flicked to Ember, who had tensed up again, her red eyes fixed on something out of Vhanya’s vision in the sky. With a rush of wind, another Harpy took Galen’s old place on the crow’s nest.
He spoke with a rollicking drawl, and twitched his head about in a manner not unlike that of a cockerel.

That there’s an odd soul, thought Vhanya.

Ember muttered something under her breath, pinning Vhanya with a questioning stare, and the greasy-haired Phoenix had now scuttled away, a ratty cloak draped over his once-bare shoulders.

Vhanya looked up to the crazed Harpy, “this ship is in fact looking for crew mates… but I’m rather doubtful of you, eh, being in the proper mental state for the job.”

She looked back down to the other Mythics, relishing having returned once again to her role as captain, “what do you all say about recruiting ‘im?“
She dropped her voice in the slightest, to a brisk business-only tone, ” and if you are truly interested in joining my crew, speak now.”

@-Shade-
@Lacy Duckwing
@Isabella5Storm3
@-Kiwi-

 

[RDchicken99]

(I’m going to be gone all day tomorrow, FYI.)