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01-09 18:21

Arcognia

5107

United Kingdom - USR

Another Cog in Azuyan's Wheel

The Azuyan Project

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RP leaders: Matchmaker, Ktrenal. Other helpers may be required at times to cover the US time zone. Matchmaker is usually online between 6.00-7.00 PI time on and off till around 21.30 PI time. Ktrenal is often online a little later.

Type of FP: Invite-Only. If you would really like to participate and I have inadvertently forgotten to invite you, please PM Matchmaker with details of your character. You'll need to be of at least intermediate RP ability and need to be able to post at least once every two days. Any questions please PM Matchmaker. Invite List:
Pristine, LNS, Eoko, Kitty Kinneas, MadMooCow, Gerfette, Nightfeathers, Cosmic Castaway, ChaosKirin, Mint, Steamwork Sprocket, Springacres, Hoppersnail Sales, Reisari, Spiderlegs, Calomel

Characters: One character per RPer, no foals, no SeaPonies nor MerDragons, one familiar if you wish (see Rules below for extra info).

Rules All Standard RP Rules, plus:

Magic allowed: Please see the Azuyan list of Magic : http://www.ponyisland.net/index.php?src=forum&sub=replies&forum=170&topic=2845091 if you wish to choose one of the standard powers. Otherwise, the list of Arcognian magic allowable is listed in the Arcognia WB thread http://www.ponyisland.net/index.php?src=forum&sub=replies&forum=171&topic=2872633. If you wish to change the magic your pony has used in a previous RP that is fine as this is not a canon storyline. Your pony is not obliged to have any magic powers. Remember magic is behaving somewhat erratically in Azuyan at the moment.

Familiars: Those already awarded via silver/rusty whistle in the previous RP are welcome here. In addition, your current familiar can have 'bonded' (gold whistle) status if you like, which gives it the ability to be more helpful to you and to react to your commands, within reason. Parts of this RP may have unsuitable locations for a familiar, in which case you may leave them at a Pet Hotel until you require them again, by summoning them with your whistle. Please write in bold if you are either putting your pet in a hotel or summoning it again. Also, it is prefered only small/medium sized familiars accompany your character, as the larger they are the more likely they'll need to be left at a pet hotel There will be an opportunity during this RP to acquire an Arcognian familiar. General information on familiars can be found here: http://www.ponyisland.net/index.php?src=forum&sub=replies&forum=172&topic=2601909

Items allowed: A small amount of PG, writing materials if you wish, small amount of snacks, clothes from the PI store or past PI events (smart and casual needed, don't forget to pack both!), or clothes from your character's island, backpack/bag, no weapons. If you have something special you'd like to bring, please PM Matchmaker to see if it's allowed.

Your initial post should include the following:

Character Name and SP:
Picture (no more than 170 pixels please):
Link to pony's profile:
Items: (including any familiar whistle)
Magic (if any) and its strength:
Brief Bio: (one short paragraph)

Plot Outline: Jerold Creaklock, owner of the Largest Steam Whistle in Arcognia, is about to have a rude shock when it is stolen. What follows next is a series of adventures across Arcognia as he and his friends attempt to find its location and who stole it, whilst facing several perilous situations.

Setting: You have arrived in the Kingdom of Arcognia to attend Jerold Creaklock's Steam Whistle Convention and have already checked in your belongings at the local Inn, the Oily Rag. Arcognia is normally hot but currently due to volcanic eruptions it is cooler than usual and at a pleasant temperature, although by night it is chilly. The sky has a beautiful purple tinge due to the ash. Flying is prohibited at such times due to the ashy nature of the atmosphere, unless one is inside a Dirigible (Airship). No rain is forecast. The landscape is stony, dry and largely devoid of trees apart from some wizened old leafless ones. There is no lush vegetation, plants are small and adapted to desert existence. To read more about Arcognia please visit the WBing thread here http://www.ponyisland.net/index.php?src=forum&sub=replies&forum=171&topic=2872633 Arcognia is a Steampunk society and its inhabitants, at least in Cogsville, speak in a quaint Renaissance-type of speech.

Starting Point: The Convention Hall in the town of Cogsville where you will mingle with other guests and be greeted by Jerold. Feel free to wander round and inspect the Steam Whistle exhibits and partake of snacks which are laid out on the tables. The curtains are currently pulled back to display the whistles that will be part of the concert later on.

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Characters you should know:

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Arlo Bogthunder SP:10
Magic: (Arcognian) Solder Iron - weak (ability to join 2 small golf ball sized metal objects)
Best friend of Jerold, also a watchmaker and steam whistle enthusiast. Loyal, dependable, but unimaginative.

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Princess Roxanna SP:55
Magic: Earth (standard): Strong (Able to manipulate all stages of growth and revive small to medium sized dead plants or a few plants.)
Heir to the throne of Arcognia and engaged to Epic Poetry Contest winner Overton Steamjinks, has a sweet personality, loves crafts such as weaving and jewellery making.

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Overton Steamjinks SP:45
Magic: (Arcognian) Metal Bolt - medium - (ability to lock doors for 30 seconds,)
A shrewd investment banker who won the Epic Poetry Contest and is engaged to Princess Roxanna.

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Xander Ironchisel SP:6
Magic: (Arcognian) Oiled Joint - medium (ability to get rusty joints working)
Fellow Steam Whistle collector and fierce rival of Jerold's.

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Edson Boggs Wunderpenny SP:6
Magic: None
Fellow Steam whistle collector of miniature steam whistles.

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Ulrich Winter SP:6
Magic: (Standard) Weak: Using wind to go faster - Uses air currents to make self +5SP faster than usual (SP relates to speed only)
Shabby and shadowy figure of unknown intent who admires Jerold's whistle. He is not from Arcognia, what does he want?
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01-09 18:22

Arcognia

5108

United Kingdom - USR

Another Cog in Azuyan's Wheel

The Azuyan Project

The Annual Arcognian Steam Whistle Convention was much anticipated by enthusiasts, and it was not only Jerold Creaklock who had a number of exhibits on show. Xander Ironchisel, a fierce rival of Jerold's, had set up his predominantly gold collection on the opposite side of the hall to Jerold. Whilst he maintained a pleasant enough smile on his face, the grey Valkyrie's heart was full of jealousy at Jerold's possession of the largest Steam Whistle in Arcognia. He knew it had been down to Jerold's Royal connections that his bid had been rejected in favour of Jerold's, for he did not lack the funds. Every so often his eyes flicked towards the grand stage where the steam whistles had been set up for the Symphony later on, and there, center back of the stage, was Jerold's huge whistle, gleaming resplendently, its silver shaft supported against a chair. He sniffed and tried to keep his attention elsewhere, it wouldn't do to be caught staring at it. No-one liked a sore loser in this town.

Meanwhile many other enthusiasts had made a good job of displaying their whistles. There was a large collection of the tiniest steam whistles to be found in Arcognia, some a mere inch tall, quaint little dainty things that had once graced clocks. Their owner, tall and lanky Purr Edson Boggs Wunderpenny, stood by them proudly, his tallness at odds with the petite whistles, secretly chuckling at those who had such large whistles that they required all manner of devices to transport them safely, when all he'd had to do was to pack his in a padded suitcase. He admired Jerold's large steam whistle, all of three feet long of it, but he didn't covet it, oh no. Tiny was beautiful. As for that Xander, well he was a strange one. Insisted on collecting mainly gold steam whistles. Edson snorted softly. Everyone knew that the sound produced by gold whistles was inferior to the melodic notes emitted by brass, copper or silver ones, but no, that Valkyrie had to go for the shiniest most ostentatious whistles just to show off. He recalled how the Valkyrie had tried to get his hooves on his smallest steam whistle, lovingly nicknamed Bertha, but Edson had seen off his competition at a rather fraught auction the year previously.

Other owners specialised in all copper whistles, or those from factories only, or even those manufactured at a certain plant. There were plenty to admire, and all the participants were looking forward most keenly to the concert later on, when each of them would play one of their own steam whistles.

Ulrich Winter browsed around the collections, standing with his head bent at different angles to observe how the light fell on them, admiring them all. He looked slightly out of place with his shabby cloak and rough cap, but he showed no sign of embarrasment, nodding politely to the owners as he wandered around, tossing a smile here and there. Xander frowned as the Pegasus nodded his way. He did not like strangers, especially shabbily dressed ones. The fellow obviously had no class at all.

Arlo Bogthunder, Jerold's best friend, smiled serenely, genuinely happy for Jerold and looking forward immensely to the Royal visitors, who should be arriving very soon. He avoided the gaze of Xander, he disliked the vain little Valkyrie and did not like his manner, well aware of how he'd tried to bribe the previous owner of the largest steam whistle and had been rejected. Arlo snorted softly at the memory. Today Xander would have to play second fiddle, or second whistle, if one was being accurate, to Jerold, like it or not.

{Minor edit to correct name!}
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01-09 18:23

Matchmaker

1760

United Kingdom - USR

HQ for the PI Colour Matcher!

The Azuyan Project Breeding Mavens Doldrums Initiative WPAG Triple Visible - TV Sweet as Can Be Azuyan Dev The Writer's Guild

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Jerold Creaklock, SP:30
http://www.ponyisland.net/index.php?src=pets&sub=profile&pet=12216817&usr=185434
Magic: Attractive Magnetism (Arcognian strength) medium - Can attract/pull metal the size of a tennisball a medium distance (approx. 8 feet)
Items: Fob watch worn on a chain around his neck. Back pack with snacks and PG. Shiny gold whistle that summons familiar Gizmo, the Snowy Owl.

Outside the Convention Hall a large painted banner hung over the doorway proclaimed the Annual Steam Whistle Convention was underway. Two large tubs of flowers had been specially arranged and laid either side of the entrance, their blooms exotic red and yellow with succulent leaves betraying their origins as desert plants, coaxed into bloom by irrigation. In the far distance a grey column of ash could be seen rising vertically from Mt Boom, and a gentle rumbling sound reached the ears. Locals ignored it, they had lived with Mt Boom all their lives and its activity was rarely of much interest to them, along with the occasional earth tremors that accompanied its grumbles. It was warm and the sky purple-tinged from ash, but no breath of air stirred. For Arcognians, this was a cool day.

Indoors, Jerold Creaklock surveyed the Hall with immense satisfaction. The dark grey granite tables shone as the light filtered in through the curtained windows, the grey marble floor was swept clean, the steam whistle exhibits were laid out on their respective tables, each lovingly polished to within an inch of its metallic life by its owner. Jerold and his friend Arlo Bogthunder had worked round the clock to make sure all was in order. The main stage, which would provide the focal point for the Steam Whistle Symphony to be held later, was bordered on either side by thick curtains that provided a colourful point in an otherwise grey and black room. Snacks had been laid out, small flavoured nibbles shaped like cogs, bolts and sprockets and short segments of pastry modelled as 'copper pipe', with various fillings. These snacks were always an amusement to the residents of Arcognia, although visitors from other lands might well find it faintly disturbing to bite into mechanically-shaped food.

Jerold felt nervous, for Princess Roxanna would be attending the Convention with her new fiance, Overton Steamjinks. Several months had passed since Jerold had returned from his trip to Skora and the Winterlight festival to compose an Epic Poem for the hoof of Princess Roxanna. Sadly, he had not succeeded, although his poem had received a commendation award from the Princess. Still secretly enamoured with the Princess, Jerold knew his romantic hopes were futile and so he was trying to move on with his life, and what better way to do so than exhibit his beloved Steam Whistles at the Annual Convention, and invite his newly-made friends to visit.

Gizmo, Jerold's snowy owl familiar from Skora, perched quietly on the side of Jerold's exhibition, watching the ponies come and go with her large, rather fierce-looking amber eyes. She had settled in reasonably well to life in the semi-arid area of Cogsville, dozing by day in Jerold's cool chambers, hunting by night in the still, cool air. Her fluffy chest feathers had thinned and she looked leaner as her body adapted as best it could to the climate. She had become very protective of her master Jerold, hardly surprising after his ordeal in Lord Vilinori's Castle.

Just inside the door is a box full of small engraved brass name plates on metal chains, meant for invited ponies to wear around their necks to make identification and introductions easier. Pick yours up on the way in. You can post now! Feel free to wander round the exhibits, nibble some snacks and chat.
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01-09 20:12

Nightfeathers

37310

United States - USR

The Azuyan Project The Pet Association The Writer's Guild Very Boring Grownups

Character Name and SP: Brimstone (SP: 1)
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Link to pony's profile: http://ponyisland.org/index.php?src=pets&sub=profile&pet=12254490&usr=8434
Items: silver whistle used to summon her stoat, Emrys, currently in winter coat. Pouch worn around the neck with some PG and snacks. Festive cloak.
Magic (if any) and its strength: Weak Fireballs
Brief Bio: She grew up on one of the islands of KORR, but she left soon after growing to adulthood. Something within her simply didn't like what went on. She is finding her own way in the world, and has much to learn about living among other ponies. She is also learning how to care for her new companion though he seems to find trouble more often than not all on his own.

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An invitation was a rare thing for Brimstone. She didn't know enough ponies to expect to receive many of them. The moment she saw the envelope however, she'd known exactly who sent this one. Who else would have cogs on his stationary?

Thankfully she saw where and when it was supposed to take place before Emrys found the thing though. He thought it might make good munching material and he managed to nibble the side before she got it away from the slinky little ermine.Naturally he paid little to no attention to her scolding.

Cogsville itself seemed a wonder to her. It was a strange mix of old and new and sometimes just plain odd. The machinery especially fascinated her, mysterious as it's workings were.

When she reached the hall, something she accomplished by getting good at asking directions, her eyes were drawn to the different exhibits by the door. She'd never seen so many whistles in one place before! Her thoughts went to the whistle that called Emrys.

Immediately after that her face wore a look of horror. She grabbed the little stoat just before he would have leaped atop the table with all the tiny little whistles on it. He squirmed and chittered and made a large nuisance of himself until she set him on her back with a stern look.

"You are NOT going to go knock those over!" She told him, grabbing him again when he would have darted off. "These are not toys! At least they aren't your toys. Now behave yourself or it's off to the pet hotel and you don't get to see anything this trip."

Emrys glared right back and chattered, but he climbed to his favorite perch on top of her head. There he acted like a scout, darting among the branches of her antlers to take in the view from every direction.
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01-09 20:24

Arcognia

5109

United Kingdom - USR

Another Cog in Azuyan's Wheel

The Azuyan Project

Edson Boggs Wunderpenny, who had been quite relaxed up to the moment the little stoat critter owned by the very attractive black, red and white Reindeer (Brimstone) made a dive for his miniature steam whistle collection, frowned and made a protective movement towards them. He cleared his throat, "Mistress... Brimstone," he said rather sternly, reading from her brass name plaque, "Thou shouldst keep thy pet under stricter control, or likely he will demolish the exhibition afore 'tis started."
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01-09 21:04

Matchmaker

1761

United Kingdom - USR

HQ for the PI Colour Matcher!

Triple Visible - TV The Writer's Guild Breeding Mavens Doldrums Initiative Azuyan Dev The Azuyan Project Sweet as Can Be WPAG

Jerold couldn't help but notice the flurry of activity over by Edson' exhibition. There amongst the other invited guests was none other than Brimstone! A|though he had not been close to her, the whole Skora experience he felt had created a bond between the travellers. Smiling broadly, Jerold walked over towards the pretty Reindeer and gave a small nod of greeting, "Mistress Brimstone! 'Tis all right, Edson, this be one of my friends from Skora," he explained to the tall Purr. "By faith, 'tis good to see thee again, how be thy health? I trust recovered from the experience of Lord Vilinori's castle?"
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01-09 22:24

Matchmaker

1762

United Kingdom - USR

HQ for the PI Colour Matcher!

Azuyan Dev Sweet as Can Be The Azuyan Project Doldrums Initiative WPAG Breeding Mavens The Writer's Guild Triple Visible - TV

{OOC: I'm signing off for the night, will be back at around 6-7 PI time tomorrow. }
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01-09 22:52

Cosmic Castaway

3101

United Kingdom - USR

I'm baaaack.....!

Ferox PIMLPs Azuyan Dev WUA Sweet as Can Be The Azuyan Project Into the Woods The Writer's Guild

((OCC: Character withdrawn. My apologies.))
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01-10 00:17

Nightfeathers

37311

United States - USR

The Pet Association The Writer's Guild Very Boring Grownups The Azuyan Project

"I'm sorry about him." Brimstone said quickly. "Mr. Wunderpenny is it? He's got this thing about shiney objects. He likes to hoard them. He'll stay up there though, don't worry."

She glanced up somewhat uncertainly but quickly resumed her 'I'm sure I'm right' face. The little loon would stay where he was told. She hoped. Otherwise he'd be in some serious trouble. And he'd get no ham which so far seemed to be a working threat.

A more familiar face came in the form of Jerold. She smiled broadly, happy to see him here. "I think I've recovered well enough. I think I finally got the ice out of my fur a few days ago. The little furball keeps me busy though." She laughed.

"After all that talk of your whistle I just had to come see for myself. I must say it's good to see a familiar face. This town of yours is easy to get lost in and there're so many strange things! How have you been?"
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01-10 00:33

Reisari

531

United States - USR

The Azuyan Project The Writer's Guild

Nihaia (SP: 20)

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Link: http://ponyisland.net/index.php?src=pets&sub=profile&pet=10951781&usr=702166
Alliance: Independent
Magic: Can create a golf ball sized globe of light that will last for 5 hours.
Items: Sharvos feather, Double Ribbon - black, Glow Shoes - purple, September Birthstone Leg Wrap - Bronze, a silver whistle (found on the Christmas tree in the Winterlight RP and never used - not for use in this RP), and a purple saddlepack with PG and snacks
Short Bio: Nihaia has been on her own ever since she was a kid because she wasn't the son her parents wanted. Her experiences have made her strong and independent, but they have also left her distrustful and wary of others. Since she was shy to begin with, her social skills are not the best. At the same time, she longs to find a place where she can belong, and a family that will love her the way her own family should have.




Nihaia knew that she must look every bit the tourist she was as she meandered slowly through the streets of Cogsville, looking at everything with wide, wondering eyes. The sky was a pretty shade of purple that reminded her of the glorious sunsets back home. But the cause for the stunning color was the volcanic ash in the air rather than the time of day. It was a hot, dry day...much like every other day had been since Nihaia had arrived a few days ago. Nihaia got the feeling that the weather was much the same most of the time. The heat didn't bother her, though. While temperatures on most of Ilder Isle only climbed this high during the hottest part of the summer, she far preferred the heat over the cold of Skora. Even after a few months, she remembered the brutal cold as clearly as if she had been there yesterday. Nihaia looked up and saw a long plume of smoke rising into the sky, and shuddered a bit.

I don't think I will ever get used to that... she thought uneasily.


After the fire in Skora, the thought of any uncontrolled fire terrified her. And an active volcano was too close to a fire for her comfort.

I heard some sailors talking to some ponies who were headed to go work near Mt. Boom while I was exploring the port. They were saying that lava can flow much faster than a pony can run. There's little you can do to escape an eruption unless you get enough warning...like that fire in Skora. I was lucky to survive...my friends weren't so lucky. Would the lava from Mt. Boom reach Cogsville if it erupted? How far does lava travel? For that matter, how likely is it that Mt. Boom will erupt any time soon? The people who live here don't seem the least bit worried. Maybe they have a way of predicting when a volcano will erupt? It wouldn't surprise me if they did. There are so many amazing machines here! I can't even begin to guess what they all do.

Nihaia looked around some more, taking in the scenery.

Arcognia is so very different from Ilder. No matter where you look, there isn't a tree in sight as far as the eye can see. No grasses, very few flowers...and the plants they do have don't look like anything I've ever seen before. Some of them barely look like plants at all! I wonder if they're edible. And how the people who live here manage to get enough to eat? Back home, there are more kinds of plants than any one pony could name. Most of them are edible in some form or another. There is no limit to the variety of food we have. Then again...maybe they import food the way we import other things?

A large, brightly colored banner caught her attention, distracting her from her thoughts.

A steam whistle convention...? Jerold would have loved this. I bet he would have come if...if he had made it back. she thought with a sad smile.

Nihaia walked into the building partly as a tribute to her dead friend, and partly out of curiosity. She had never seen a steam whistle before, and she wasn't entirely certain what one was. She knew that tea kettles whistled when the water was ready, but she didn't think that was the same thing at all.

As she wandered around, looking at the displays, she found that she was right. Steam whistles seemed to come in many different sizes, and be made out of many different types of metal...and none of them looked like tea kettles. All around her, Nihaia could hear voices discussing the various displays. Nihaia smiled at the pleasing accent they had. It was yet another reminder of her friend.

I bet that Jerold could tell me all sorts of things about every one of these steam whistles. she thought.

Nihaia started to feel hungry, so she made her way over to a table filled with refreshments she had noticed earlier. There were many different kinds of pastries, all shaped like some of the strange things she had seen since coming to visit Arcognia. "Cogs," and all manner of other things. It was interesting to look at, and it seemed quite fitting for a steam whistle convention. After a few minutes, she selected a pastry that looked like a steam whistle that turned out to be filled with melted cheddar cheese, and a long, thin piece of pastry with was filled with fruity cream. Both were delicious. She was about to continue looking at the displays when she heard a startlingly familiar voice. At first, she was convinced that she was hearing things, wishful thinking on her part, caused by hearing others speak with Jerold's accent. But then she heard the voice again.

It couldn't be... she told herself, but at the same time, she couldn't keep herself from moving in the directing of the voice.

Nihaia froze, and her eyes widened in shock when she saw a familiar unicorn stallion.

"Jerold...?" she asked uncertainly, not at all convinced that she was really seeing who she thought she was.
"Is it really you? Are...are you a ghost...?" she asked in nervous confusion.


Nihaia had heard plenty of stories about ghosts returning to places, things, and even people that they had loved in life if they loved them so much that they couldn't move on. But she wasn't sure that she believed any of them, and somehow, she didn't think that Jerold was the sort of pony to do such a thing...no matter how much he loved steam whistles.


OOC: Sorry for such a long post. But since it is a coincidence that Nihaia happened to be in town for the convention, I had to write a bit about how/why she came to be there.


Edit: Since she didn't have an official invitation, I assumed that there wasn't a brass nameplate for her. If I'm mistaken, I can have her go get it, or we can pretend that she did.
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01-10 00:48

Gerfette

7994

United States - USR

Moo

The Pet Association Very Boring Grownups Extravaganza The Azuyan Project WUA

Character Name and SP: Breccia (SP: 6)
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http://www.ponyisland.net/index.php?src=pets&sub=profile&pet=12592537&usr=746931
Items: Her great grandmother's well-worn traveling sack and rusty whistle, gifted to her when she finally decided to step out into the wide world. Her best shoes and a necklace she created herself in her family's metal shop.
Magic (if any) and its strength: Manipulate metals - weak
Brief Bio: Smoke's beloved great-granddaughter and a well-known metal craftswoman on her home isle. Smoke had unfortunately become quite sick after returning from her adventure in Skora and managed to talk Breccia taking her place when the invitation came from Jerold to visit his homeland. Traveling beyond the Crimson Isles was unheard of for the most part, and Breccia is understandably nervous about her first step away from home. Breccia is dainty for even a purr and strange horns protrude from her skull and traveled from her brow bone down to her nose. Metal detectors as her great-grandmother likes to call them. They ache when they sense non-purified metals.

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Breccia gazed wide-eyed at her surroundings, things were so different here! Never before had she been in a place so dry and so very hot. Rocks and dirt she was use to yes, but not in such large quantities. It was strange to see a land without blood red roses covering the ground like a lush carpet, no sea breeze to caress her face, and no comforting cry of the Rose-Warbler. Shivering a little at the alien landscape and the ominous presence of a rather upset looking mountain, Breccia timidly stepped into the large Hall.

Blinking a little at the lovely displays of metal objects, she spied the small box of nameplates. Assuming that Smoke's name was the one she should pick up, she poked through the plates until finding the right one. Positioning her body so that no one could see her work, she opened herself to her metal magic and cautiously touched the brass plate with her mind. Magic had been wonky of late, wouldn't do to melt the plate! Ever so carefully she changed the letters engraved to form her own name. It didn't take long, manipulating metal this way was something even the youngest of her siblings could do, but with magic flickering in and out it took twice the amount of energy to complete than normal. Absolutely frustrating, but what was a mare to do? Slipping the newly "engraved" nameplate over her head, Breccia moved away from the door and further into the room.

Shyly picking her way around all the strangers in the room, her eye caught on a gleam of gold. Interest piqued, she turned to make her way over to the collection that had captured her gaze. Gold was one of her favorite metals. So soft and pliable, which unfortunately also made it one of the most difficult to manipulate in her craftwork. 'Tempermental' her great-grandmother would call it. Breccia smiled inwardly at the memory; patience was not Smoke's strong suit and it often baffled her great-grandmother when Breccia exhibited more than her share of it.

Shaking her head at her thoughts, Breccia paused at the gray valkyrie's (Xander) gold whistle collection. A smile of appreciation at the fine craftsponyship graced her mouth as she studied the strange pieces. She had never seen such metal craft before and it intrigued her.
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01-10 03:08

Spiderlegs

330

Australia - USR

"One only has the will to succeed if one has the will to fail. When you're a Pirate the only thing one has the will to do is to ensure one has a will"

The Azuyan Project The Writer's Guild

Character Name and SP: Tulip Thompson, SP: 1 (In training - SP may go up depending on UDLs)
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Link to pony's profile
Items: With her hair usually braided in silver chains or pendants, Tulip almost always has an assortment of silver, diamond embroided flower necklaces around her neck or in her tail.
Magic (if any) and its strength: Earth : Weak: Manipulate Plant Growth - Can revive plants and keep them healthy.
Brief Bio: With wonderfully golden hair and a knack for growing flowers, Tulip dwells elusively in Tambamore Manor and is scarcely seen except in the enormous gardens and beside the ice-clear ponds. With a wealthy Father, and interest in Whistles, Tulip enjoys the company of Jerold Creaklock and looks forward to meeting him.

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Tulip had only just placed her name tag on when she recognized the wiry-haired face of Jerold Creaklock. With one quick glance at the whistles, although it ended up more of a dreamy pause, Tulip considered whether she ought to admire them before speaking to him. Hummm dee, they are very lovely,
Tulip did not fight the gentle urge to have a quick and interesting glance at those on display; even if they were owned by Xander Ironchisel. Tulip, although she wasn't a seemingly very enthusiastic follower of the Whistle Collecting, wasn't opposed to having a quick glance if it meant she could write her Father and tell him how it was. Although a busy man most days, Orlando Thompson was quite an avid follower or Jerold's work and collection; and no matter how heavy his business burdened him, his daughter and his interests still managed to wriggle their way to his list of importance.
And so, although not probably born a lover, Tulip had grown fond of Whistles; thus, fond of Jerold Creaklock. Not to doubt, she was curious of Xander's work too; for no matter the competition, his work was, undeniably, well crafted.

Tulip walked up to Jerold after a few more moments in thought.
"Beautiful display, Mr. Creaklock," she said with a cheerfully, giving a small bow of her head til her golden hair fell over her face. "Miss Tulip Thompson," and a sweet smile crept across her face and across her big, twinkly eyes.
"And a very impressive collection."
It was almost a shock. Her voice was so light, it was almost hard to hear it. But it was not a faint light; it was as if a bright and bubbly voice of a young mare had been washed out slightly by white noise until a fair and quiet one was all that was left.

((Wow, Matchmaker! This is looking great! Let me know if Tulip is rping in the wrong direction,"
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01-10 04:33

Kitty Kinneas

4309

Australia - USR

"It says Kitty Kinneas, but I am Lance. Worship me."

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Rorschach. (SP: 3 (So much stronger than before! :O))
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Alliance: The Lady Yriina, on his home island of Notaxuvi.
Magic: Attractive Magnetism Weak: Can attract/pull metal the size of a golfball a short distance. (Approx. 4 feet.) (Adjusted the distance to fit Arcognian magic.)
Items: The bells he wears on his wings and a little bag strapped to a foreleg, inside which is a small pouch of 13 unremarkable black stones. He has also brought a little spending PG and a gift for Jerold.
Short Bio: Rorschach is a serious pony and a very deep thinker. Although he has whip-quick reflexes, he is so given to over-thinking everything that he rarely trusts them. He has had some training in fencing, but the Lady Yriina was quick to realise he would be better used as a scholar. He is very fond of Jerold after their adventures in Skora, and so he was eager to come and visit Arcognia.

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Rorschach stood outside the Oily Rag and peered wistfully up at Mount Boom. He was desperate to fly up and have a closer look, but upon stepping off the Dirigible that had borne them on the last leg to Cogsville he had been told in no uncertain terms; Verily, thou shouldst close thy wings, Oh Jingling One, lest thee wishest to die an ashy death.

He did not, actually, wish to die an ashy death, and so he refrained from flying.

Besides, there was plenty to see at ground level in Cogsville. He held his (admittedly handsome and exceptionally symmetrical) head high, ears pricked attentively, and trotted off, his black hooves flashing. He had had them especially polished by an ingenious steam contraption in a little vanity store down the street from the Oily Rag, purely for educational purposes of course. He had to see how the machine worked.

Rorschach's long legs carried him at a good pace along the cobbled street, his bells swinging back and forth and jingling pleasantly. He greeted some ponies he had already met, having been here two or three days now. Still, it hadn't been long enough that there weren't still ponies who paused to watch him, intrigued by his markings. He did not stop, however, for today was the first day of the Convention and that of course was the reason Rorschach was there.

He arrived at the hall soon enough, for he had already made a map of the city in his mind over the last couple of days. He did pause now, to carefully nudge one of the bright flowers up a little so it matched its counterpart in the other pot. With a quick nod to himself, he trotted inside and looked around.

"Ah," he said and dipped his head into the nametags, soon drawing his own out and flicking it over his head to settle around his neck. He made sure it was sitting in the perfect center of his chest, then lifted his head and looked around.

01-10 06:03

Steamwork Sprocket

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What a mysterious jogo...

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[[OOC: My first post in PI RP ever. If anything is wrong, please let me know. I'm just a tad nervous, lol ^_^; ]]

Character Name and SP:
The Muse/Tari (Tari for ease) (SP: 3)
Picture (no more than 170 pixels please):
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Link to pony's profile:
http://www.ponyisland.net/index.php?src=pets&sub=profile&pet=12324959&usr=803836
Items: (including any familiar whistle)
A small tapestry bag containing PG and snacks, a small fob watch worked into an ornate necklace, Christmas Cloak-Berries, Glow Shoes-Festive.
Magic (if any) and its strength:
Corrosion
Weak: Can corrode an area of 6 inches
Brief Bio: (one short paragraph)
Tari is a cheeky, somewhat snarky little mare with a heavy accent. Strict (and a little snobbish) when it comes to good manners, she often looks down on those who lack an understanding of etiquette. Despite her "nose-in-the-air" attitude to some, she is rather fun loving and light-hearted, preferring a joke to being overly serious. Due to her corrosive magic, she is more at home working as a seamstress than as a metal worker, and is often responsible for some weirder and whackier outfits. Has an obsession with, well, odd hoofwear.

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Tari stifled a yawn with a wing. She had been up late, last night, trying to put together the perfect outfit. She wanted to wear something a little more...revolutionary, for the event but decided at the last minute to go with an old favourite. If the outfit was a flop, better it not to be a flop in front of royalty. Not if she wanted her crafting taken seriously.

She stepped up to the entrance of Mister Creaklock's convention, one among the many milling about the entrance. It wasn't exactly Creaklock's convention, per se, but Tari thought of it as such. Mister Ironchisel might have had an impressive collection of gold whistles - very impressive, in fact and who didn't like a large abundance of gold in one place? - but one couldn't look past the grandeur of the biggest steam whistle that graced Creaklock's collection. It took more skill to create something so large that still sounded pretty, compared to smelting the gold needed for the - admittedly assumed - pretty gold ones.

Not that she'd actually looked at the whistles yet, but rumours were abounding. There were Mister Wunderpenny's pieces, too, not to forget. Tari smiled as she made her way inside. Wunderpenny's collection of tiny whistles. They would be sweet to see. Another example of the skill needed to work on differing scales. To make such small things work so well was a kind of genius in itself, just as it was genius to make the large one work. The convention definitely promised to be enlightening, if not exciting.

Tari came to a stop in the entrance looking over at a box full of nametags. Well, that would make things all the more cosy, wouldn't it? Hopefully it wouldn't clash with her outfit, though. It was fine when things artfully clashed, that was the fun of being a seamstress. It was when things unintentionally clashed. Tari snuffled quietly and walked somewhat dubiously up to the box, eyeing the male Flutterpony already standing there. Rorschach, his nameplate read.

"Good day," Tari said, dipping her head to sort through the nameplates in search of her own. "If'n yer'll excuse me, Ah jus' wan' ter geet ter the box, 'ere." Better to be polite than to accidentally bump into the male and cause a scene. "Ah've 'eard actually walkin' abou' a room 'alps yer see mure o' et, than standin' abou' een the door," she teased, using her horn to flick the name plate over her head. She shook, wiggling the nameplate down, before fussing for a second to arrange the nameplate and her necklace. "Et's rather a wunnerful set oop, es et no'?"
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01-10 06:26

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Sea Foam (SP:30 )
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Element: None
Magic: Medium: Can control a breeze for 30 minutes
Items: Wearing a rank-feather and a set of leg-bells, and a leather satchel containing some PG and a silk cloak for formal wear.
Bio: Sea Foam is a member of a skydancing group that makes their home on the island of Big Egg, in the Nesting Isles. She is a junior dancer who intends on working her way up to the top, and spends a great deal of her time practicing aerial moves. Unfortunately, her dedication has led to a pulled muscle in her right wing, and her instructors decided to pack her off to Arcognia while it heals. Since the ash prevents her from flying there, she won't be tempted to hurt herself any worse. The prima donna of the troup also managed to get her an invitation to the Steam Whistle Convention to keep her occupied and out of trouble.

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As she left the Oily Rag to head to the Convention Hall for the opening of the Steam Whistle Convention, Sea Foam cast a wistful glance at the sky. It had only been a week since the healer had grounded her, but it seemed like forever since she'd last skydanced. Even knowing that a further strain on her wing might result in a permanant injury didn't dim the longing to fly again, and Sea Foam was glad her instructors had decided to send her to Arcognia. Here, she couldn't fly.

Besides, she'd always had an interest in music. The Nesting Isles held pipe-players and drummers aplenty, and her own troup used bells to accompany their dances, but there was nothing like a steam whistle. As the Convention Hall came into sight, Sea Foam was delighted to see potted plants blooming at the entrance. Arcognia was a very dry land, and she'd missed the abundant greenery her home island boasted. The bright flowers cheered her, and she pranced a bit as she stepped through the doorway, flicking her legs just the right way to make her leg-bells sing.

A box by the entrance held small metal plates on chains. Sea Foam noticed that several ponies nearby were wearing similar plates, and a quick search turned up one with her name on it. She flipped the loop of chain over her head and shook her neck vigorously to work the nameplate down to rest on her chest. Then she turned to the left and meandered past different exhibits, content for now just to observe the collections.

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01-10 07:03

Kitty Kinneas

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"It says Kitty Kinneas, but I am Lance. Worship me."

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Rorschach's head turned when he was addressed by a pretty, thick-accented Wumare (Tari). There was a delay before he replied, partly because he took a minute to decipher what she said, but mostly because he thought through every possible response before he settled on one.

His voice was without much inflection when he said;

"Good day. If you are suggesting I am in the way standing here, then I apologise." And he took a few steps deeper into the hall with a single jing as he rearranged wings.

"Mind, you are correct in your assessment. I am more likely to see more if I move. Still, if I had not stood here, I should not have met you, Miss..." He paused, dipping his head to read her name tag. "Tari. And you are also correct that it is set up well. It does not surprise me. These... steampunks are an organised lot."

01-10 07:23

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"Aye, I hath been keeping of good health myself, albeit my dreams oftimes feature chess pieces, and I find I hath no enjoyment of said game. 'Tis but a small side-effect, methinks," Jerold replied to Brimstone.

A pretty green Flutter walked up to compliment Jerold on his collection. He eyed her nameplate, of course, Tulip Thompson, he knew her father. "Greetings mistress Tulip, whilst I hath pangs of sorrow that thy father is unable to attend, and I doth hope all be well with him, it truly is a delight to see thee. I must mingle with the guests, but I shalt catch thee up later," Jerold said with a slight incline of the head and smile.

"Jerold...? Is it really you? Are...are you a ghost...?

Jerold turned to see who was asking such an odd question, indeed, the voice seemed familiar. His mouth dropped open with shock as he beheld Nihaia, standing very alive and well in front of him.

"Truly Mistress Nihaia, I couldst ask thee the same!" Jerold blurted out, caught totally off guard. "But.. we thought thou had been... thou wast..." he hesitated to say 'dead' although they'd all feared it. "No, I be not a ghost, and thou seemest real enough to me, lest I be having visions! 'Tis wondrous good to see thee, most wondrous!" Jerold's eyes filled with tears and he extended his nose to touch that of Nihaia in affection. "Come, I shalt get a name plate for thee, thou must join the others for I hath invited many from Skora." (Assume Nihaia now has a brass name plate with her name.

{OOC: Will respond to others shortly, wow so nice to see so many familiar faces again! }
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01-10 08:07

Steamwork Sprocket

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What a mysterious jogo...

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Tari chuckled as the Flutter, Rorschach took a moment to respond. It was either the accent or the comment - either way, she was amused. At least she had someone to talk to, for the moment at least.

"May'ap Ah did, May'ap no'. Ah moight jus' 'ave been sayin' et's better ter be walkin' abou' than ditherin' 'er in the win's. If'n yer don' moind me joinin' ye, though?" she said, joining him nonetheless, watching the bells on Rorschach's wings as he rearranged them. Now that was an interesting fashion statement. She needed to remember that. Maybe, next season, bells would be "in". Hmm, a cape made of bells...that would certainly say something. She chuckled to herself. Ah, her wit.

Tari snapped herself out of that reverie. She could get to playing with that idea, later.

Instead, she turned her attention back to her unwitting companion, with the oddly flat voice. Intriguing. "'ow fortu...forchew...fort-chewit...lucky fer me yer did stop, then. Ah foind et immensely mure interesting if'n Ah've someone ter talk ter at thin's loike this. There's on'y so much ponderin' yer can do wit' yerself. No' ter mention "oohin'" and "aahin'", roight?"

She looked about, appreciatively. It really was a lovely affair; though one would expect them to put together as fancy a "do" as possible, what with the Princess coming.

"Aye, they do know 'ow ter put tergether a display, don't they? So, Mister Ror..." Oh, wonderful, this was going to be a tongue twister. "So Mister Row-shash, are yer excited fer this gian' whistle?" she chuckled. "Oor 'as summat else caught yer int'rest? Ah mus' say Ah thin' seein' Mister Wunderpenny's collection will be jus' as interestin'."
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01-10 08:18

Matchmaker

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Jerold had no sooner finished greeting the magically resurrected Nihaia, whom he had feared was dead but instead must have survived the rigours of the flight through the burning forest on Skora, than he caught sight of a very familiar ink-blotted Flutter with bells on.

"Rorschach!" Jerold boomed out, approaching his friend, and indicating to Nihaia that she should follow, "Excuse me, mistress Tari," Jerold said politely to the pastel-coloured WU chatting to Rorschach, "I see thou hast met with the most symmetrical Flutter in Azuyan!" Jerold leaned forward to give Rorschach an enthusiastic Arcognian hug, if he'd let him. "Thou rascal, good fellow, 'tis wondrous to have thee here anon! Mistress Tari, canst thou believe this fellow here hath saved my hide on occasions too many to recollect! By my watchmaker's smallest blower, 'tis good to see thee again!"

Then he remembered Nihaia who was, he hoped, still nearby, "But looketh thou, what hast crept out of the gearbox - 'tis Mistress Nihaia, large as life! Is it not the most wondrous news that she be alive and well?" Jerold's eyebrows shot up in amazement, once again looking at Nihaia whom he really thought never to see again.

His ears twitched as he listened to Tari's thick and strange accent, he was going to have to concentrate if he was to decipher it.
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01-10 08:26

Arcognia

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Xander's ears pricked up as the elegant caramel-coloured Purr (Breccia) approached his stand, obviously admiring his golden whistles. Who wouldn't? He glanced at her name plate, it appeared a little smudged as if the engraver was having a migraine. He frowned, he hated shoddy craftsmanship, trust Creaklock to have hired someone of dubious quality, probably in order to give someone's son a start in the profession. He managed to make out the name, Breccia.

"Thou likest my golden whistles, mistress Breccia?" Xander said with an oily smile. He regarded her attire and knew instantly she was not from Arcognia, for he could spot Arcognian metal work at 20 paces. "Hast thou travelled far from thy home? What bringeth thou here, fair mistress?"
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01-10 09:12

Reisari

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"Truly Mistress Nihaia, I couldst ask thee the same!" Jerold blurted out, caught totally off guard. "But.. we thought thou had been... thou wast..." he hesitated to say 'dead' although they'd all feared it. "No, I be not a ghost, and thou seemest real enough to me, lest I be having visions! 'Tis wondrous good to see thee, most wondrous!" Jerold's eyes filled with tears and he extended his nose to touch that of Nihaia in affection.


Nihaia allowed the touch, and returned it happily. She had seen a similar gesture of affection exchanged among friends all her life, but had never been part of one herself. Still, having seen noe touches so often back home, she hoped that she didn't mess things up too badly.

"You're not having visions, Jerold. And I'm very happy to see you, too."

For the first time since she believed her friends to have been killed in the fire, Nihaia's smile reached her eyes, and was unmixed with sadness.


"Come, I shalt get a name plate for thee, thou must join the others for I hath invited many from Skora."


"Thank you."

When she heard that others from Skora were here, her smile brightened even more.

"That's wonderful! Who came? Is Zandali okay? And Denny? And Rorschach? It will be so good to see the others again. I thought...I thought that you all had...when I looked for you, and couldn't find any traces, well..."

Nihaia hoped that she woud get a chance to hear what had happened to her friends, but this wasn't the time for that now.

"Do you have any of your steam whistles on display here? I have to admit; when you spoke of steam whistles in Skora, I had a hard time picturing what you meant. We don't have anything like this on Ilder Isle. But steam whistles do seem fascinating."


((Bed time for me.))
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01-10 12:47

Kitty Kinneas

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Rorschach peered at Tari and eventually nodded.

"Indeed," he answered slowly. "'Tis far better to share this sort of thing with another - or several others."

They walked on a little way and Rorschach let Tari talk, her accent washing over him like waves on rocks. He couldn't figure out if it was really soothing or really grating, and so he didn't try to pinpoint it and instead just let it be.

Then she butchered his name and his mouth twisted a little.

"...You can call me 'Schach," he said drily, and would have gone on, but there was a familiar call and he turned, his mouth twitching up a good centimeter or two, which for him was beaming.

"Jerold!" he called, and not only accepted the hug, but returned it enthusiastically. Jerold exclaimed to Tari about his saving the unicorn's hide and Rorschach snorted.

"No more than he saved mine," he said.

Then Jerold stepped aside and the stone-faced Flutter's veneer cracked, allowing utter schock to spill across his face. Then he actually grinned.

"Nihaia!" he cried. "By my Father's rump!"

And he, too, reached out to nudge the little Fairy, though he touched his nose to her cheek, if she would allow it.

"It's pleased beyond compare I am to see you! We were all so worried."

01-10 13:02

Matchmaker

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Jerold was truly happy at the ecstatic reunion between his fellow travellers, and hoped more of their other companions would soon turn up to share in the pleasurable occasion. Glancing back at the WU mare Tari, or so her name plate said, Jerold realised he'd forgotten his manners in his excitement.

"Mistress Tari, Jerold Creaklock at thy service," he bowed politely to the mare, who was probably confused at the sudden effusion of emotion around her.

From across the room a familiar rather nasal voice was heard, "Ahhhh there he goeth once again, cosying up to the fillies! Creaklock thou shouldst refrain from making a further fool of thyself." It was the voice of Xander Ironchisel, unable to resist commenting on his rival's activities.

Jerold pursed his lips then forced himself to look over at Xander. "'Tis none of thy concern, Ironchisel, I hath travelled, you hath not, 'tis a simple matter to see thou feelest thyself to be lacking in experience," Jerold countered.

"I wouldst not stoop to embroider my travels with such ludicrous tales as living chess pieces or ghostly stags such as thou didst, Creaklock. Thine Epic Poem, 'twas good for entertainment, I shall grant thee that, for I hath not laughed so hard in many a season. To call it truth, verily, thou mockest me, sirrah." Xander said with a sneer.

"Thinkest thou as thy pleaseth, Ironchisel, for thou art jealous and thou knowest it full well," Jerold said, narrowing his eyes and drawing himself to his full height to look down upon his shorter rival.

"Pah! Jealous, thou creditest me with too strong an emotion, I shouldst have to care first and foremost of thy travels. Thou art too weedy of limb to e'er engage in battles such as thou describest, e'en that scar thou touts as if 'twere a badge of honour, 'twas most like as not gained from a trip o'er a misplaced rock, thou bumbledork."

Jerold snorted, feeling his temper rising as Xander referred to his scar, caused by a bite from Little Billie. He felt a strong urge to whack the odious grey Valkyrie with his leg wrap, an urge that had never come into his mind before he'd travelled to Skora and actually done so with it, only on Little Billie. Struggling to push the urge back down, for Arcognia was not the place to play out such fantasies, Jerold merely glared at Xander instead. "Bumbledork? Thou snivelling piece of spent slag metal!" he spat out.

Arlo, who had been listening to the ever more heated exchange anxiously, thought it prudent to step in before things got even worse. Before he could, mother nature decided to have the last word.

As Jerold and Xander glared angrily at each other, the ground began to tremble, the steam whistles vibrating then rattling as the earth tremor grew stronger. With practised ease the Arcognians leapt to protect their whistles, and thus Jerold found himself well removed from Xander's irritating presence. The shaking continued for 15 seconds, then died away, the whistles' ringing dying away with it.

"Verily, Mt Boom hath indigestion this day," Jerold declared, "for she shaketh the very earth." Still, the volcano had had worse 'stomach' disorders in the past and earth tremors were hardly newsworthy in these parts. Glancing up at the stage, Jerold noticed his Largest Steam Whistle was still correctly positioned, and he heaved a sigh of relief. He knew full well where Xander's ill-humour came from; the Valkyrie coveted his Largest Steam Whistle, and could not let the matter rest.
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01-10 13:24

Spiderlegs

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{{OOC: Matchmaker: Should I edit Tulip's introduction? Since you haven't responded to her, I wondered if I've RPed her wrong? :happy ))
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01-10 13:44

Kitty Kinneas

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Rorschach watched the argument between Jerold and the grey Valkyrie (Xander). His ears folded back a little and he turned to say something to Jerold when the ground shook and the Arcognians all leapt to their collections.

Other than protecting their steam whistles, they did not seem bothered, so neither was Rorschach, being far too logical to be worried about something that didn't worry the locals. So he turned his eyes to Xander.

"Valkyrie," he said. "I can vouch for Jerold. I can tell you there were giant moving chess pieces of ice and there was a forest fire and ghost deer and spiders bigger than we were. And Jerold did garner that wound in battle." Rorschach paused, taking a few steps in Xander's direction and lowering his head. "Truly, it is a coward who demands proof of that which cannot be vouched for. But look now, there are those here who can verify Jerold's story, thus it is you whose whistle is without steam."

01-10 13:55

Steamwork Sprocket

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[[I blame being up late as to why Tari has decided to try to be the creator of male-discord.]]

Tari's annoyed snort was lost among the sudden whirlwind of emotion as the three apparently old friends met. She stepped back, to allow them space, soothing her ruffles as she did. "Schach" indeed. A harsh name for a harsh pony. Maybe she'd been too quick to hitch her wagon to that particularly "symmetrical" Flutter.

Tari watched "Schach" enthusiastically greet the rather pretty purple Fairy, before turning to politely nod her head to Jerold. The unicorn was handsome enough, despite the scar. At least there was some heroic tale behind it, if the others were to be believed. And by others she, of course, meant 'Schach, given he was the only one of the three she had spoken with thus far.

"A pleasure, Mister Creaklock," Tari said, coolly. Finally, someone had found their manners. "Thou..." She pursed her lips as she was cut off by Xander's sudden taunting. What was it with males and their need to bluster and huff their way through every occasion? At least females had the decency to be subtle when they made verbal swipes at each other.

Usually.

Then again, watching the two collectors engage in...less than witty verbal repartee was amusing. While Rorschach and Nihaia reacquainted themselves, she settled back to watch Creaklock and Ironchisel grouch back and forth at each other. Well, weren't there rather a lot of ruffled egos, today?

Naturally, she couldn't possibly be counted among the ruffled. Not in the slightest.

Tari winced theatrically as the ground shook beneath her hooves and she took a moment to look around expectantly...before realising they had all returned to protect their displays - that were ringing out rather alarmingly, almost like little cries unto themselves.

Yes, yes, protect the precious pieces of metal rather than the mare in (possible...sort of...well, pretend) distress. Males.

Flicking her tail as she pondered, Tari looked from Creaklock to Ironchisel, weighing up the choices. Either she could go and "soothe" some ruffles with Ironchisel, or with Creaklock. Either way, it was possible she could rile up Ironchisel for some more of that amusing repartee.

For the moment, the huffy grey Valkyrie seemed partially distracted by a lovely caramel Purr...with some very striking headwear. Tari stared for a moment, taking in the detail. Hmm...how would that look work with bells? Or maybe...in pink? No blue!

...maybe pink...

She shook her head. Nevertheless, for the moment Ironchisel was busy, while Creaklock was by his display, momentarily alone.

"'S'cuse me," she said to her erstwhile companion, Rorschach though the male had wandered away to go harass Ironchisel as well. All the better, then, that she aimed herself for Creaklock, it seemed. She had no desire to get buffeted by two posturing male - unless she'd been the cause of said blustering. Where was the fun, otherwise?

Picking up her hooves carefully, Tari made her way to Creaklock's display. She smiled prettily at the bespectacled Unicorn, casting a sly glance over at Ironchisel.

He was next.

"Goodness, wot a commotion," she said, sidling up to the Unicorn. "Ah do 'ope all yer pretty liddle whistles were arright? An' no' so liddle," Tari glanced at the stage and then over at Ironchisel, before giving Creaklock a small, chuckling grin.

"Ah suspect tha' et's no' on'y Moun' Boom 'oo 'as some indi-gest...chun," ha, success! "Terday. May'ap if'n 'e woz no' so ooptigh' 'e'd 'ave 'ad a better insul' than...wot woz et...bum'ledork?"
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01-10 13:57

Matchmaker

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Quote Spiderlegs:

{{OOC: Matchmaker: Should I edit Tulip's introduction? Since you haven't responded to her, I wondered if I've RPed her wrong? :happy ))



I did respond, not too far below your post, sorry I forgot to bold Tulip's name:

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A pretty green Flutter walked up to compliment Jerold on his collection. He eyed her nameplate, of course, Tulip Thompson, he knew her father. "Greetings mistress Tulip, whilst I hath pangs of sorrow that thy father is unable to attend, and I doth hope all be well with him, it truly is a delight to see thee. I must mingle with the guests, but I shalt catch thee up later," Jerold said with a slight incline of the head and smile.



You're doing fine, don't worry. :smile }
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01-10 14:08

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Jerold's brief contretemps with Xander cut short, his whistles all in order, he found himself approached by the pretty WU he'd introduced himself to earlier. He had to concentrate hard and squint a bit to decipher her words. He figured she was enquiring after his whistles and Mt Boom, then he lost what she was trying to convey. He sighed. Why were mares so complicated?

"Mistress Tari," he began, as politely and in as even a tone as possible, for out of the corner of his eye he could see Rorschach approaching Xander. That did not bode well. "Mistress Tari, my whistles are as they shouldst be, in perfect condition, fear not Mt Boom's shivers, for 'tis common in this region." Well that dealt with the part of her enquiry he could understand. He hesitated then decided it would be wise to just be honest, "I appear to have some difficulties with your...charming accent mistress, uhhhh...and have come adrift, as it were, from the latter part thereof?" He looked at her hopefully, but still had half an eye on what was going on across the hall.
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01-10 14:17

Arcognia

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Xander chuckled and made a fake 'oh I'm so afraid' type of expression as Rorschach confronted him. "Hark at Creaklock's friends, bolstering his epic tale of bravery! Thou must be well taken by him..." he paused to eye Rorscach's badge..."Rorrrscarch?" he too struggled to pronounce it, "Strange name, e'en stranger tale." He eyed the Flutter's markings, braided mane and tail and bells. What type of company was Jerold keeping? He had to laugh. This was just a pretty boy, no threat at all. No doubt he was also a 'valiant warrior'. Xander snorted derisively and dismissively.

"Thou fancies me a coward? One whose whistle hath no steam? A pox upon thee, sirrah. Thou knowest not our society, for I see thou art not from these parts. If Jerold's tale be so true, then why didst Princess Roxanna tarry no more with interest in him upon hearing his poem? She saw him for what he is, a lowly watchmaker with an overactive imagination, too many spinning gears!" With that retort, Xander turned his back on Rorscach and went back to fiddling with his whistles.
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01-10 14:24

Kitty Kinneas

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"A pox?" Rorschach echoed, lifting his head, tilting it leftwards a half-inch before that upset his odd sensibilities and he straightened it again. "Aye, mayhap it is true I know little of your society, sir, but I do know visitors to Cyprannia are treated with courtesy."

Rorschach shook his wings a little and, though Xander had turned his back, the scholarly Flutter was not to be denied and he followed. His tone changed a little.

"It is interesting... you choose to collect gold whistles."

He paused at the table, leaning over the whistles, though very careful not to touch or disrupt them (despite the fact he could see two or three were roughly two millimeters out of alignment).

"They are very attractive. Pray, why gold?"

((And Kitty is out for the eve. G'night~

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