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1415: Daybreak

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Owned by LadyArcadian

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[Gift] Not A Wise Dweller
In General Art / Lit ・ By Chimaeriforme
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Literature
     Soft grass rolled in the wind as two Coursers emerged from the cavern entrance of the Dungeon. It was cloudy, the temperature was near low, and the wind was heavy. Tse’a shook off their mane, glancing behind them to see how Daybreak was holding up. The Heraldic just nodded their head, trotting past them. Tse’a smiled, trotting after.      They were headed home. Back to their respective homes, at least. ...
[B] 001 Tse'a / Daybreak
In Breeding Rolls ・ By goat
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Literature
Styx was gone before anyone could hope to act. The chains on the box shattered like sugar-glass, and the living, writhing shadow contained therein swallowed him in barely an instant. That, at least, was what Mouse could make of his charges' frantic babbling. For his part, all their guardian had heard was a muffled gasp-- all he sensed the cloying, grasping malice of whatever sat at the center of the grand throne-room. Kelpie remembered grasping skeletal hands, and Daybreak described countless...
[BOSS] Waters of Home
In Campaigns ・ By LadyArcadian
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Content Warning

Content Warning: Possession, the undead

[HARD] Dad In A Box
In Campaigns ・ By LadyArcadian
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Literature
Daybreak glows. Not metaphorically, with courage or in the throes of victory-- literally glows. Suffuse with the light of a small sun. He is grown, of course, broad-chested and proud-necked and crowned. A pair of massive eagle's wings stretch from his shoulders. The crystalline walls of the caverns refract his brilliance a thousandfold, blinding the throngs of delvers no watching him in wonder. He is a King, to them. He is as a god.  Kelpie has always been most at home in th...
[MEDIUM] Fantasy
In Campaigns ・ By LadyArcadian
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Literature
Over time they all became accustomed to the flickering of phantom shadows against the old stone walls. Everywhere they went, those sourceless, dancing lights seemed to follow. After three or four days the foals had stopped commenting on them. Started chattering endlessly about other things-- the stories Mouse told them when they curled up to rest each night, of the countless haunting things they had witnessed while wandering in their guardian's wake. From what Mouse gathered they had glimpsed...
[HARD] Watchers
In Campaigns ・ By LadyArcadian
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Literature
"There iS alwAYs rOoM for More."  The creature spoke with the scratching of old paper and the falling of dust on stone. It spoke without moving its jaws, which gaped uselessly under hollow black eyesockets. Surely it could see nothing, and yet Daybreak felt certain its gazed bored under the pelt, behind the bones, into the very soul. The colt shuddered and took an extra step away, behind his sightless, fearless guardian.  "Not here, friend," Mouse answered, ...
[HARD] Old Bones
In Campaigns ・ By LadyArcadian
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Literature
"But even I could jump that," Daybreak complained, and Mouse heard the scraping of a tiny hoof on rotten old wood. "Here-- touch here." Mouse did so, brushing his sensitive muzzle over the top edge of a door barely as high as his shoulders more in an effort to placate his demanding charge than out of any actual interest. "But even I could jump that," Daybreak complained, and Mouse heard the scraping of a tiny hoof on rotten old wood. "Here-- touch here." Mous...
[MEDIUM] Go Gently
In Campaigns ・ By LadyArcadian
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Literature
Mouse had a terrible habit of collecting strays. Sometimes they were grown-- greenhorn delvers who had no business wandering as deep into the caverns as they had, risking their lives in the bid for ancient treasure which Mouse considered altogether commonplace. It glittered, he had been told. What glittering must look like he could not say. Cavedwellers like him had little and less use for baubles which trapped the light. They made good fodder for trade, but that was all.  ...
[HARD] Eyes of the Dark
In Campaigns ・ By LadyArcadian
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Content Warning

Content Warning: Mild swearing

Old Names
In Event Prompts ・ By LadyArcadian
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Content Warning

Content Warning: Death and the afterlife, out of body experiences, burns

Waking Up Dead
In Event Prompts ・ By LadyArcadian
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Content Warning: Blood, death, rot

Endings
In Event Prompts ・ By LadyArcadian
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Literature
They set up camp in a circle of yellow squash blossoms, with massive gourds to set their things against. They had followed a trail of the flowers to come here-- easy to find should their foragers become lost-- and then Kelpie to Veda away to search for remedies for Daybreak. The stallion still had not stirred from his deathlike sleep. Kelpie had proposed leaving him where he lay, for the betterment of the rest of the party. Jasmine and Veda both vehemently refused-- and now, Kelpie felt somew...
Squashblossom Warfare
In Event Prompts ・ By LadyArcadian
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Literature
It came with the cracking of teeth on teeth and the stink of sulphur and smoke in the air. It came a blaze across the empty moors, painted every shade of crimson in the brilliant glare of the Harvest Moon.  They had come to the moors with a plan. Find the Harvester, make a plea-- a creature who knew so much and said so little must surely know some way to wake Daybreak from his endless death-like slumber. They assumed the Skull had been some mindless, ravenous spirit. Like the ghost...
So Wail the Dead
In Event Prompts ・ By LadyArcadian
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Literature
"How far do you suppose it goes...?"  Veda knew better than to ask, better than to mention the roiling fog thickening beneath their feet. One did not question the wiles of the dungeon. Jasmine, though, was still new to this place-- driven here by the desperate need of freedom, kept here by the loss of her still-absent hoofmaiden. She lacked any true comprehension of the living, breathing menace of this place. Daybreak would have told her. That was what he was here for, only ...
[EASY] Into the Mists
In Campaigns ・ By LadyArcadian
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Literature
Veda knew the smell, though she'd caught it only once before-- a passing whiff above the rot of the writhing dead. It was smoldering stone and old memories. It was blood made thick and slow. It was fear. She almost stopped, standing there in the doorway gaze into a seamless cloud of green and wondering if it was even worth so great a risk. A normal Courser would be dead already, in the time it took Veda to pick her way through the dungeons' maze. Even under the guidance of her sister's Eye sh...
[BOSS] The Sisters of Heroes
In Campaigns ・ By LadyArcadian
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Literature
"Must we Sisters?" Veda sighed, glaring baleful at the stone doors which had been her vexation since they three were all but fillies. Pythia and Polaris both knew how she hated these riddles. It was just like them to put her on a path through one, but there were five wayward lives at stake-- surely they did not find it so amusing that they would commit five sacrifices to the dark to have their joke? "There is no time for this! Or would you have Daybreak...
[EASY] Closed Doors
In Campaigns ・ By LadyArcadian
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Literature
They passed this way. Dzvezda smelled them in the dust, heard the echoes of the hoofbeats on the stones all around her. They were not the first... not even among the first to lose someone in this chamber. Veda picked her way delicately over the grooves of liquid gore. It wouldn't hurt her, of course, but that did not mean she enjoyed viscera clinging to her gilded hooves. Pensive, silent, she approached the deepening pool in the sarcophagus to stare at her own rippling reflection. ...
[MEDIUM] Sisters
In Campaigns ・ By LadyArcadian
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Literature
There were traps and pitfalls galore in the dungeon. Daybreak was no stranger to them. He had scars wrapping the circumfrance of his hock from a ring of spikes he'd stepped into as a foal, and a sizable gash across one side of his neck where a swinging blade had caught him just high enough to be anything other than lethal. He had been lucky for a few years, all spindly limbs and knocking knees and wild-eyed fright. Then, in time, he learned to recognize the warnings. What had been l...
[HARD] Breathless
In Campaigns ・ By LadyArcadian
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Literature
"Take a deep breath, li'l one. We'll be out of this soon enough." Daybreak lowered their head to whisper into Marinell's ear, as though in confines this tight everyone could not hear what he was saying. The others, at least, had the good grace not to comment. That was Jasmine's influence, no doubt. God-Prince Cyneric had found it less than productive to snark and snipe around his lovely fiance. She had a bite about her, particularly since her dear Melite vanished into the smoldering ...
[MEDIUM] The Missing and the Found
In Campaigns ・ By LadyArcadian
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