The Battle Has Begun! [Group Event] Part II is live and ready to be responded to!
After literal years of planning/plotting, the time has finally come for the all-out brawl against the Shadows to come to fruition!
A rebel force comprised of Linx, Nombeko, Scybillines, and renegade Austerians have joined together to fight against the Shadow Alliance.
While they were too late to save the late Austerian Queen Haraedla, there is still hope for Crown Princess Cadhara!
In honor of this event, welcome to -drumrolls- a mini group event!
First off, to those that haven't been following the Shadow Alliance story arc:
[Remember, responses to each of the Mass RPs garners bonus skill earnings of +2 for collaboration and +1 for Mini-Event response in addition to your normal art/literature skill earnings! If you haven't already, it's a good idea to respond to each of the pieces, as applicable! a '*' next to the RP marks it as a Mass RP.]
RemembranceLate winter, Year 768 of the New Age
The night was quiet as snowflakes fell from the sky. Haven seemed serene and peaceful, so much different from just a year before. If one did not know, it would be easy to think that it had never been different, but everyone knew it had and that it would never return to how it had been before.
Between statues of stone a doe walked, her red colour having turned purple in the night. None of those whom she walked between existed anymore and so it seemed that some were missing, but that was on purpose. She had pondered adding them many times, however she could not get herself to do it. A part of her refused to accept that they were truly and fully gone, while another simply found it wrong. Maybe one day, before their looks disappeared from her mind, she would make them join all the others, howeve
WhisperIt was his first day as an official undertaker. Zeek was surprisingly not nervous whatsoever. He'd already been given his training. It seemed like such a simple thing to bury a body, but in all honesty, it wasn't. You had to dig the grave a certain way. There was a certain length and a certain depth for every body. Zeek had to work twice as hard since he had to dig his graves. He was talentless...or at least that's what he'd told his superiors. Then there was the correct way to transport the body, without damaging it or… in extreme cases… leaving any bits behind. Then there was the correct way to put the body into the grave. It needed to be done ceremoniously, not just dumping the body in and making the limbs flop everywhere.
Ah, but no sense in thinking about that now! He was on the job and by himself too! That meant… well, no, he wouldn't think about that just yet either. He was getting ahead of himself! The white-splotched buck had taken the body that he was suppos
Let Him HearThe striped stag’s hooves lead him towards the small Glade, inhabited by only two. Two who were no longer with them. Two who had closed their eyes to the physical world and opened them to Oganach’s kingdom.
He couldn't sleep. Every time he tried to he pictured Ffael's twisted form and his dead eyes. They'd been so full of life once. Life that he'd not appreciated. Life that he'd taken for granted. Now it was gone and he'd let it go without ever telling his son that loved him. How could he do that? How could he treat his child any differently than the rest, just because the color of his coat was lighter? How could he?
Knox found himself at his son’s grave now. In his peripheral vision he could see Ardulafey’s too. Though he'd not been in love with the doe, he still had affection for her. She was the mother of his two precious daughters, Elletta and Zai. She'd been a wonderful mother. Knox prayed that Ffael was with her now.
He couldn't stand anymore. It was too m
Knox wished that he'd never accompanied the guards to find Ffael. He wished that he'd just allow them to go alone to track the missing colt down, but what kind of father would do that? Not that he'd ever been much of a father to Ffael anyways. The golden buck had been pale. He'd been small. He'd been a mark on Knox’s reputation. The striped stag had never shunned his son, but he had never invited him in welcomingly. He has never looked at him with the same adoration in his eyes as he had for Orrick…
And now he hated himself for it.
The first snows had begun to fall as he and the patrol continued searching for the missing colt. Ffael had been gone for days now, without a trace. The journey of his father and the Guard led them towards the cliffs. There was no reason for Ffael to be here, but why would he be? They were running out of places to look. As it turned out, this was would be their last stop.
Name: Lord Orrick, Orr
Year of Birth: 764 of the New Age
Height: Predicted to be 10 hh
Phenotype: Smoky Black Max Part Restricted Classic Fawn
Eye Colour: Brown
Design Sheet: fav.me/d9mmhsu
Sire: Lord Knox
Dam: Princess Brighid
Siblings: (out of date)
-Lord Nuallan out of Lady Matilda
-Lady Willow out of Lady Chila
-Lady Ceren out of Candra
-Lord Zaedyn out of Lady Matilda
-Lord Cassius out of Lady Elinor
-Duke Branko out of Panda
-Lady Lucina out of Lady Deirbhealla
-Lady Lorelei out of Candra
-Lady Cairan out of Miya
-Lady Elletta out of Ardulafey
-Blodwen out of Poetry *disowned, unknown*
Lord Saranno out of Lady Azima
Lord Killian out of Lady Serres
Lady Tatia out of Felicity
Lord Cyron out of Lady Estelle
Lord Ashcroft out of Lady Luceil
Lord Neo out of Lady Elinor (not biological; claimed)
Duke Kabir out of Minerva
Duke Linden out of Techiari
Lady Zai out of Ardulafey
Lord Ffael out of Princess Brighid
Lord Glenn out of Lady Deirbhealla
Lord Artorius out of Lady Laini
Lady Cassiopeia out of Lady Azima
Lady Ariadelle out of Lady Legalellan
Bloodline: 100% Glenmore
Magic Type: Earth
Herd Position: Young Lord
Current Location: Family Glen, Royal Grove Surrounds
Vain/Finicky/Perfectionist - Orrick is very aware that he is a LORD who has to look his best at every moment. Mom’s constant grooming made him very particular about keeping himself clean and tidy. What some stags might consider excessive neatness, Orr sees as basic hygiene. He has to be the perfect looking child. A surefire way to rouse Orrick’s usually dormant temper is to mess with his looks intentionally. The world is a filthy, mucky place and Orr reluctantly makes peace with that. Everyday grime, while a frustrating nuisance, is part of the natural order of the world. But someone who is deliberately causing a mess that includes Orrick? Repulsive! Villainous!
Strategic/Calculating/Diplomatic - One day, Orrick will be great at politics. He quickly understands the motivations of others, and will use that information to his every advantage. Orr learns how to get what he wants while raising the least amount of suspicion. He would never be so crude as to be found out for pulling the strings in his favor. Some might consider him manipulative, but he prefers to think of himself as cunning and circumspect instead.
Curious/Investigative/Meddling - Despite his deadpan exterior, Orrick delights in seeing how other fawnlings react to different situations. He loves to mix things up and watch the results, whether that be someone physically going outside their comfort zone, or arranging things so that fawns who would otherwise never interact must come into contact with each other. Naturally such scenarios are rarely traced back to him in a negative manner! Should he put his mind to it, Orrick would likely be an excellent matchmaker. But a LORD does have other duties to occupy his time!
Protective/Loyal/Defensive - Convinced that one cannot be a true lord if one cannot keep their family and loved ones safe, Orrick has become increasingly protective of his siblings, especially those that are younger than him. Orrick is particularly concerned with the welfare of his full baby brother, Ffael, and will thoroughly trounce anyone who tries to mess with his baby bro, whether it the trouncing be verbal or physical. He is not afraid of pain, and not afraid of standing up to ANYONE.
All together now! To summarize:
On the outside, Orrick does all he can to ensure he looks unflappable and perfectly bred. Living up to his title as Lord, and as a firstborn son of a Princess, is incredibly important to him.
Internally, Orrick hides a highly curious and clever mind. It's not that he thinks everyone else is a puppet he can control, but more that he understands he is part of a great game of politics - and he intends to play his part well, while ensuring everyone around him is caught up too. Despite the enjoyment he takes from setting fawnlings up for new experiences, Orrick does not himself appreciate surprises.
Once he understands the scope of the world around him as well as within the echelons of Glenmore nobility, it wouldn't be too surprising to find that Orrick has dreams of gaining a position of even greater power and esteem than a Lord. Whoever holds the throne better watch out! If this unsuspected scheming schemer isn’t aimed in the right direction, or at the right enemy, he could end up causing a fair bit of chaos within Glenmore!
Orrick is a traditional dark stag who used to take great pains to keep his coat and mane as tidy as possible. Lately he has lost significant weight, allowing ribs to show. His mane and tail grow long and straight, and despite neglect retain a glossy smoothness.
Born into the high society of Glenmore, Orrick is his father’s, Lord Knox’s, first fawn out of his Princess mate, Brighid. Both parents have strong expectations for their first born son, and once he understands that the expectations exist, Orrick rises to meet them as best he can. Much like his father, Orrick tends to show the world a stoic or scowling exterior, regardless of his inner feelings.
After Knox's defeat at the tines of Lord Raven in Autumn 765, Orrick was a deeply changed colt. His budding understanding of the need to be the perfect son became twisted into the notion that if he is not absolutely perfect, his loved ones will be injured or stolen away. Gone are the days when Orrick tried to make himself smile, and now he is found with brows permanently furrowed and mouth set in a frown. He pushes himself relentlessly to become stronger, faster, BETTER. Orrick is especially protective of his baby brother Ffael, who was born with an unfortunately pale coat. He is concerned at their mother's behavior towards the younger colt, and is starting to realize that Mommy and Daddy may not be as perfect as he thought they were all along.
Ffael's death in winter 768 shattered his older brother. Orrick lapsed into a year of deep mourning, depression and numbness. He became unresponsive and mute to everyone in his life, barring a few moments of clarity. Deep down, Orrick knows it was his fault that his brother died. He should have been there. He didn't keep one of the few creatures he loved safe. Grief led the young lord to wander aimlessly away from his family and hallucinate that Ffael was still alive, simply hiding out of sight.
After a year, Orrick has finally awakened from his anguished haze. Still raw with loss but realizing that he would cause his own death if he didn't make some changes, Orrick is attempting to return to noble life. He still rarely speaks and wears expressions of solemnity. In the wake of his sorrow, he has found solace in anger. His days are filled with relentless training to strengthen his body, and enforced rest to recover from a year of deprivation. He refuses to allow himself friendships and affections and holds all at arms length. Close ties are pitfalls of grief and loss waiting to happen.
Lord Knox: Orrick’s father has always had high expectations for his son, and Orr puts every effort into meeting and surpassing those lofty goals. Disappointing his father, even slightly, is devastating to Orr. Conversely, Orr is a foil to his father’s temper. Rants, raves and sharp words wash over him like waves on a beach. He loves his father deeply, while not being blinded to his flaws. He places great respect in the way that his father uses his distinctive nature to turn heads and achieve his goals. Knox is one of the rare few fanwlings that Orrick will show true affection towards. Orrick feels as though his father is one of the few fawns that actually understands what it can be like to have such a deadpan exterior, and that it doesn’t indicate the soul within is unmovable.
Princess Brighid: Orrick’s mother is a doe of strong opinions and flaying words. Orrick considers her sharp mind to be the most attractive feature a doe can possess, and enjoys listening to his mom dissect the world around them. Another parental figure with intense expectations, both for herself and her firstborn son, that Orr strives to succeed in! He absolutely looks to his mom to further his understanding of other fawnlings’ behaviors, and how they can be best turned to their family’s advantage. While Orr loves his mother just as much as his father, as he grows older his ability to show her unrestrained affection becomes a personal challenge. To honor and respect Brighid, Orrick must be the perfect Lord -and unfortunately perfect Lords do not spend the day snuggling with mommy dearest once they get older!
Naturally, Perfect <<< Orrick is born!
Teh, How Rude!
Fall Youth Frolic
To Be Stronger
Royalty On Ice
Bang Your Head Against the Wall
From What I've Seen +1000 compassion points
I've Been Throwing Stones
Ceren? Did you stop to groom yourself? by Halloweendonkey
Ref: Lord Orrick by applecinna