OOC thread is here. ~~~~~1~~~~~x~~~~~3~~~~~x~~~~~5~~~~~x~~~~~8~~~~~x~~~~~10~~~~~x~~~~~12 We are what we believe we are. C.S. Lewis ~~~~~1~~~~~x~~~~~3~~~~~x~~~~~5~~~~~x~~~~~8~~~~~x~~~~~10~~~~~x~~~~~12 Just as quickly as the throbbing pain in your head came, it vanished. You tremble for a moment, still sitting in an up-right position, as your warm bed has now be replaced by an icy flagstone floor. The sound of laboured huffing and crackling electricity fills your ears. You open your eyes, shaded by your sweating hands, and a dim green light filters in between your fingers along with the outline of two four-legged creatures before you. You suck in the damp, warm air. The heavy stink of cleaning fluids and pharmaceuticals fill your nostrils. You pull your hands away from your face and slowly look around the room. To either side of you there lay other people, arranged in a semi-circle around the unicorn. All of them where the same gender and were likewise slowly getting to their feet. Taking a moment to count, you noticed that there where 6 of you in total. Strangely, you notice that they are wearing some kind of golden jewellery around their necks. Although for some strange reason, it seems to be on back-to-front. In a moment of empathic curiosity, you reach up and notice that you're wearing one too! Taking a look down where you lay you notice a massive, white, glowing dodecagram etched into the flagstones, large enough to contain your prone form. You look back over to the others and you can see a similar symbol for all of them. Finally blinking into focus you look up at the figures before you. You blink once more as you look again. There was no denying it, the two creatures before you was a Unicorn and a Griffon. Although the lights may be playing tricks on you, you think that you can work out the unicorn to be of light blue color. His black mane was ragged and poorly maintained, although the fatigued look on his face and heaving breath did little to help his appearance. The horn upon his head glowed green as brilliantly as a light blob although it was beginning to die down in intensity. The griffon standing next to the Unicorn was a proud, if battle scarred creature. Dressed in some kind of chain hauberk with an unrecognisable heraldry, his dark brown feathers ruffed somewhat but his face otherwise showed no emotion. He looked over you and the others with a piercing gaze from his single right eye. His other eye was gone, likely from fire if the featherless scaring around face was anything to show. Finally, the unicorn's features soften and slowly change from lethargy to ecstasy. “I did it.” He mumbled, almost disbelievingly. You feel a jolt of shock as the creature began speaking perfect English. The impossibility of such an action followed soon after, throat variation, accents, all of it professed the sheer madness of what you where seeing. Yet, the creature did not stop. “Gram, I DID IT!” He crowed once more, getting up on his hind feet and hugging the griffon next to him. The bird-lion creature did his best to remain stoic but the bemused look on his face and flapping wings as the pony all but fell on top of him did little to keep his pride. In perhaps a mixture of triumph and relief the unicorn begins to laugh into his compatriot’s feathered hide. “Vital Chord, compose yourself. Are you sure that these are the ones?” 'Gram' asked the pony, gently peeling the over-zealous creature off of him. “Oh yes! Of course! These are the ones the Elements resonated with!” 'Vital's' head bobbed up and down rapidly enough that you could have sworn you heard his skull rattling. Only from this angle can you see the mark on his back flank, a picture of, what you can only assume to be, Earth as though it where a ball of yarn. Vital closed his jaw, as though trying to maintain an ounce of seriousness before he burst out again. “I DID IT! I defeated Celesta’s wards! Do you know that this means, Gram? I've defeated the work of one of the most powerful magic users in the Known world!!” “Indeed. Vital, you know what is required of you. Please ensure that our guests are taken care of.” Gram took a look back over you all, stoically taking in your every feature. With a flap his wings expanded out and he walked over to a nearby balcony. The face on the pony behind fell slightly at the sight of the Griffion leaving. “Oh, you must go so soon? I had a bottle of Apple-acres Cider set aside incase we managed-... erm, WHEN we succeeded.” Gram turns and gives what must approximate to a smile before giving out a barking chuckle. “Have a glass with the guards, they've been a little on edge recently. You and I? We'll pick up a fresh one when we march to Ponyville.” With that promise the Griffon flapped off into the night sky, his flight seemingly unimpeded by his armor. Vital Chord hung his head for a moment before turning towards you all, a smile slowly returning to his face. “Oh, forgive my manners! You've all been so quiet while I've been gabbing on. Are you all feeling alright? No aches or pains?” Although joyful, the concern on his face and in his voice seemed genuine as he trotted towards you all. ~~~~~1~~~~~x~~~~~3~~~~~x~~~~~5~~~~~x~~~~~8~~~~~x~~~~~10~~~~~x~~~~~12 At the moment you are sorted left to right in a semi-circle before Vital in the order of your acceptance list (so InsaneCat is opposite Mandalayain). Around your necks are the elements of harmony corresponding to your chosen (or assigned) pony. This is also true for Talos, although the tiara is hanging upside down in a rather awkward position around your neck. Strangely, the jewel of all the pendent are stuck on the nape of your neck and thus are effectively on backwards. A word of advice players, not all is as it seems. Gentlemen, start your RPing!