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0080: Polaris

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Owned by Riptide

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[MEDIUM] reflections
In Campaigns ・ By Riptide
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"You've got to be kidding me." Percy stared in dismay at the cavern ahead through a gap in the rock, watching the shimmering gold surface of the enormous floating skull glint in the torchlight. "Why is this fucker always where we are?" "There might be multiple," Polaris said, unperturbed. He was halfway through a bag of candied fruit he'd brought from the surface, munching none-too-quietly on his treats. "Great," Percy mumbled in reply. He had half a mind to ask Polaris for a pi...
skull...three
In Campaigns ・ By Riptide
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hands (touching hands) (reaching out) (touching me) (touching you)
In Event Prompts ・ By Riptide
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Polaris woke to the dripping. It had started some time ago, before Percy had taken over his watch, and the sound had danced on the edge of his mind as he slept. Images had flashed through his head with every drip, memories from his foalhood interspersed with horrors he’d seen in the dungeons, and he thought perhaps this were some sort of torture. Had he done something wrong? Was there more he could have done to stop his sister’s disappearance? ...
[BOSS] skull two electric boogaloo
In Campaigns ・ By Riptide
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Percy had to admit that having Polaris travel with their little band, no matter how short-lived the chestnut courser claimed their alliance would be, was nice. Though he missed Alder, the plucky castle servant who'd spent time with the group before, Percy was glad of Polaris' utter disinterest in Lord Annaeus' status. The baron had so far complained about how long they'd been walking (around half an hour) and how hungry he was (they'd eaten right before setting off), and Polaris was having no...
[HARD] not grate for morale
In Campaigns ・ By Riptide
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the fourth day in the dungeon, Polaris had decided what his Attestation would be.   It wasn’t unusual for young Coursers to have an idea in mind when they went Below; the elders often spoke of previous triumphs, and the apprentices’ imaginations would run wild with the thought of coming back Above with their prize and a tale of derring-do. The object they returned with would determine their path- the...
[DD1] The Attestation
In Dungeon Dives ・ By Riptide
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The fox could tell before any of the others. Polaris’ companion, now a sleek-coated vixen, paused mid-step, her ears pricked towards the once-grand marble archway to their left. Several metres behind her, the party stopped, her pose enough to warn them that something was off. The throne room was beautiful, even now; though the stained-glass windows were broken in places and the tapestries on the wall had long since faded, the cathedral ceilings and pure white marble floors len...
[BOSS] the chest
In Campaigns ・ By Riptide
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Terrence paused at the edge of the battlefield. Here ended the stone footing and began the moorland grass; damp underfoot, it was a welcome respite from the heat of the Furnace above. Polaris moved up beside him, taking the scene in. Tattered flags billowed in phantom winds. Armour was scattered across the grass- in some cases, with large, obviously lethal holes through them. The bones of the ancient warriors lay in heaps where they'd fallen; had there not been enough beings left behin...
blood-stained coats
In Dungeon Dives ・ By Riptide
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The trio approach another hill. Each regards it with a different emotion; the guide with indifference, the smallest one with fear, and the flame-coated one with an exhaustion-tinted gaze that barely registers the obstacle in front of them. The smallest one hangs back to help his friend. The one with the flaming coat is nearing the stage where he can no longer be called that. His weary body shows every bone, and his formerly beautiful red coat is dull and patchy. The smallest one steadi...
[DD3] it declines
In Dungeon Dives ・ By Riptide
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[DD3] overlook the devastation
In Dungeon Dives ・ By Riptide
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They must rest at times. They have a routine by now; their shifts are set, and they do not deviate. The Moor is no place for trial and error. Their guide takes the first watch. His keen eyes scan the area, never focusing on just one thing. He knows by now not to get distracted by the wispy lights that sometimes rise from the far end of the Moor and dance across the grey-green scrubland. The groans and creaks, the metallic screeching, the distant howls, are all just the sounds of the Mo...
[DD3] screams for solstice
In Dungeon Dives ・ By Riptide
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They move as silently as the crows that circle mournfully overhead. The sense of melancholy has intensified with every step they take through the Moor; ancient sorrow suffocates them so slowly they barely realise.    Their guide does not know why the battle was here, or even whether it was. The bones may be real, or the magic may have created them from an image so visceral it should never have been shown again. Their guide, with his iridescent coat and red eyes, is d...
[DD3] the souls
In Dungeon Dives ・ By Riptide
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[Comm] Polaris
In General Art / Lit ・ By Amatheos
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The Courser is standing on one of the hills overlooking the battlefield. Its armour no longer gleams, and its formerly bright saddle-dressings are tattered and frayed. Its tail is still bound with leather and ribbon, though hairs have long since begun to splay from the neat plaits.   Upon its back sits a human. This is unusual. In the days they have been travelling through the Moor, the only signs of humans have been the dusty, delicate remains of weaponry and the fra...
[DD3] The Eternal Watch
In Dungeon Dives ・ By Riptide
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A trio of Coursers approach the battlefield. The air is cold, and their breath shows in plumes of mist rising from their muzzles.    The smallest one is relieved. The heat of the Furnace above had been getting too much to bear. He is glad, also, that he is no longer the only short member of the party, though he reflects that that is a shallow thing to focus on in such a vast and foreboding space.   The most experienced of the three has a coat t...
[DD3] their souls linger
In Dungeon Dives ・ By Riptide
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[DD1] at rest
In Dungeon Dives ・ By Riptide
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Polaris' hooves drummed faster across the thick layer of leaf mold underfoot. It was rare that the caverns were spacious and clear enough of plants to properly run, and he was taking full advantage of it. He never surfaced anymore; it just wasn't worth it. That said, he occasionally missed open spaced that weren't likely to be plagued with tra- A scream was ripped from Polaris' lungs as the ground disappeared from beneath him. What was just seconds ago a firm, damp soil underfoo...
[DD1] the stakes are low or something like that
In Dungeon Dives ・ By Riptide
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[DD2] home is where we all are
In Dungeon Dives ・ By Riptide
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[DD2] don’t look back
In Dungeon Dives ・ By Riptide
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Content Warning: brief description of open wound

[DD2] the hounds of hell
In Dungeon Dives ・ By Riptide
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