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  2. 7 points

    From the album: The Character Corner (Color!)

    I think the last drawing of Hogo-sha I did, made him look a bit too... thin. So I gave him a bit more bulk! Edit: He's always had this coat! I don't know what you're talking about! 😅
  3. 5 points
    "Make way, make way!" Never let it be said that Prince Blueblood didn't have a flair for spectacle and making an entrance. His showiness was often only restrained by an aristocratic sense of dignity. Some occasions, however, were sufficiently large as to overwhelm any hesitation, and this, well... This occasion was as big as the Sphinx the Prince was currently riding on the back of through the cobbled streets of Canterlot. "Behold, Citizens, the great Marvel of the Southern Desert Lands!" The Sphinx's name was Niilavin, and Blue had encountered him while accompanying the Sultana of Saddle Arabia on an archaeological dig. Apparently, one of the old Pharaohs had enchanted the great desert cat, and subsequently petrified him upon his own death. By donning the amulet that had been used control Niil, Blueblood had broken the petrification spell, and become Niil's new master. As the giant cat hadn't yet adjusted to the new norms of civilization quite yet ("No, we don't eat our enemies, we befriend them! Bad boy."), it had been decided that the safest thing to do would be to keep the enchantment going, while the Prince took Niil back to Equestria, more or less to housebreak him. Blueblood being Blueblood, however, he couldn't help but use the opportunity to show off his status. So, taking a few souveniers home to dress himself similarly to a Pharoah of old, he now Paraded down the main streets and squares of Canterlot, showing of his new pet and his new bling to all and sundry. Faust only knew what the papers would make of this...
  4. 5 points
    Yama was always eager to meet new creatures himself so as soon as Silverstream zipped back over to him he mirrored her words with perfect intonation. "I'm a w--- I'm a Kirin! From the eastern lands of Neighpon! I've never gotten to meet a bird um... pony?" The stallion paused a moment to ponitficate what exactly made a pony a pony (one of life's deepest philosophical queries) but then perked back up and bowed his head in greeting. "I'm Yamakara no Ongaku! Means "music of the mountains" back home but my friends all call me 'Yama' for short! It's nice to meet you and it wouldn't bother me if you played a kirin!" Him not actually being a kirin probably made that call so much easier to make. Gallus' little "Hey." managed to catch Yama's attention very easily, "Hey there! Nice to meet you, stranger!" Yama didn't say anything, but watched as the peppy Hippogriff shared a couple words with the griffin. His brow arched a moment and his eyes widened when he saw the blue birdcat fluff up and took note of him catching his breath. A small smile came to his face as Gallus stumbled through a response to SIlverstream's question. Yama was not a stallion who was good at concealing his feelings so his gleeful smile as his eyes bounced between the two feathery friends might seem a little out of place. Realizing that this thing between the two of them probably couldn't benefit from his excitement right now he brought his attention back to the game... then made his way over to the table across from the orange dragon. He gave Smolder a cheery smile and wave from across the table, "Hey there! I like your horns! Maybe one day I can grow mine to be as long and shiny too!" Was that an insensitive thing to say? Yama hadn't met many dragons but from the stories he heard they sounded really cool if a bit rough around the edges when it came to friendliness. But he came from a family where play wrestling was common. Had to be tough to live on the mountains after all! Oh! Was that common ground for them? He heard Dragons often lived among mountain peaks...maybe that could be a conversation topic later! Hearing Smolder elaborate on her character and the spells she'd use he grinned, "Thanks for making my job a little easier! I'm gonna bring in a cleric character I made a loooooooooooong time ago." The stallion took in a deep breath and exhaled some wisps of green flames... although they didn't set fire to the table. Instead they picked up a pencil and drew out a simple but decent doodle of a dragon in what seemed like to be clerical vestments and holding a hammer. "Her name's Lamplight and she's a a good natured dragon whose left her homeland in the far mountains to spread the word of her faith mostly through healing but other times by smashing if the need arrives." He looked up to smolder, "When i first made her up I actually pictured her around your size! She didn't turn out as cool looking as you did I think." "Thanks again for the seat and sheats, Miss Yona! I do have some questions though? Are the racials and stats for dragons in the game still the same as I remember?" The stallion scoured his brain for the text he recalled reading all that time ago, "If I remember right was like a plus one to physical and magic for every ten gold pieces on you? Having to role for constitution every turn when battle is going on around those red and orange trees? The ability to fly a short distance?" To any of those familiar with the game some of these might sound familiar to varying degrees... but the odd thing was that the bonuses he listed were from an older edition of the game. About at least forty years old. Maybe his first game was just with a really old set. Sure. That's it.
  5. 5 points
    "Alright, so I'm definitely being a Paladin then," He said as he started to build the rest of his character. "I played the game a while ago, but like I said, that was a while ago. I haven't really read through the recent rules thoroughly, so as far as I know, I'm basically on par with everyone else." He probably sounded really modest, but it was kind of true. After some deliberation, SandBar decided that his Paladin would be a minotaur. He thought that the race best fit the role while not being a pony. A big tall stance to protect others, and with dextrous hands to hold equipment. Minotaur's weren't very fast creatures so there would be some penalties there, but it wouldn't be his key strengths anyway. Minotaur's were normally an isolationist species, so a Minotaur to be away from their group would be quite deviant. Maybe, their tribe doesn't exist anymore. That's probably why they became a Paladin in the first place. What about a name? The only minotaur name he really knew was from his teacher's recollections of one named 'Iron Will'. It didn't sound like his actual name, so he bet that their names were short and probably didn't need to make sense, kind of like Yaks. Why waste time on meanings? Maybe... Marcol. Yeah, he guessed that would work. While he was thinking of his character, two more creatures walked into the room. Silverstream and... no wait, that wasn't Ocellus. Unless it was, but wasn't Ocellus supposed to be doing something around now? No, it wasn't Ocellus. It was somecreature he had never met before, and he was uncertain of their species. It didn't really matter to him though. In her trademarked excitement, SilverStream marked this game as the best, although he knew for a fact that there was no way she could have played this game before. "Hey Silver, it really is a good game, if you can get a Good GM and can understand the rules good enough." So Smolder was playing a wizard as her character. Quite the contrast against herself, but he guessed that was kind of the point. If he put the same treatment on himself then he would probably be a dragon Barbarian or something, but it wasn't really something he felt like playing. He didn't want to force himself to not have fun. "Hey, you don't really have to worry about that Smolder. No one will be dying when I'm around." It would probably be him that died first, knowing his nature. "Alright, so my character is Marcol the Paladin Minotaur. He is the sole survivor from his tribe and rather than risk trying to join one of the other tribes at the thought that he could be seen as abandoning his original tribe, he decided to adventure out to try and help other creatures," he explained his character's simple backstory. "He doesn't get spells until level 2 so I haven't really thought of what I could use, although Lay on Hands is a pretty cool action. If Smolder is going to go support, then maybe I can focus more on Divine Smite, Although I kind of want to go defensive with Oath of the Ancient and Protection." He hadn't drawn his character yet, Minotaur's were differently shaped then ponies so he didn't really want to attempt it yet.
  6. 5 points
    The young dragon ran her claws through a few pages of the handbook’s ‘character creation’ rules. She decided against using any of the characters that had been left in the book. She would make her own. And since the whole idea of playing Ogres & Oubliettes was to play a character different than the player. She was mighty dragon! She could fly and breathe fire and had sturdy scales. She needed to go opposite! Her eyes briefly fell upon Sandbar as he entered the room....Ideas formed in her head, and note-pad. She would play a little pony! A elf-unicorn*! Powerful in magic, but weak as the local diner's coffee. She would need a strong character to hide behind. And a familiar....Every good wizard needs one....She pictured an dumb bright blue kitty who she would call....Gall? Luss? Lucy...Yes, she will be named Lucy. Lucy the dumb blue cat. She was dropped on her head at an early age, and while she was dumb as a rock, she was really good at following her master's commands. And if necessary, she could be thrown at the group's foes for 1d4 damage. And her wizard would be an evoker. As she was going to 'voke' some monsters up real voking good. As she doodled in her pad, a rather unique looking fellow entered the room. He almost looked like a half-dragon, half-pony! Was that possible? She tried not to think of such things..Maybe he was an 'Kirin'? Professor Fluttershy mentioned something about a race of unique people she and Professor Applejack discovered in an placed called 'Kirin Grove'. Peaceful creatures who turned into fiery rage-monsters known as 'Nirik' when angered. Imagine playing an Kirin pyro-mancer? That would be fun, but Kirin have to be mad to go from lame to awesome and there were intelligence penalties for doing so and also fire spells kind of stunk in O&O as every other monster was immune to fire based spells. Buh. Sometimes when Ocellus was in one of her moods, she liked to shift into something..unique. She would have learned about the Kirin with the others during Fluttershy's class. Apparently Silverstream was asleep during that class. And speaking of the her....Instead of a can of ‘Hoot’n’Holler’n Jump'n Joy'Juice’, it would be better that she had an bottle of water instead. The bouncy Hippogriff did not need caffeine and whatever Brominated vegetable oil was to get her 'Hoot'n and Holler'n. She was already that way. A nice bottle of 'Peaceful Grove' artesian, locally sourced gluten free water would be far more suitable. Smolder could not help but grin as Yona got into her role as the 'Game Master'. Yaks were usually stern faced creatures, but when they were happy, few species could match their giddiness. Oh sweet mother of Torch! If her family knew she was thinking of giddiness, they would disown her...Again! It was bad enough she couldn't stop looking at the Kirin as he was kind of cute. And then mostly hot when mad. Which was not bad. Unless he was Ocellus. Hmmm. An Barbarian Yak with exotic weapon proficiencies in an double-bladed axe. Now that would be deadly...Unless they were all stuffed into a small dungeon. Then that would suck. "Seriously bird-brain.", she glanced over at her beaky, cheeky friend. "Go with a double-bladed sword or axe. He could hold the hilt in his mouth and just charge into stuff while bezerking. Slashing at foes at both sides." He would even be deadlier with a support mage. Haste and strength spells would make 'Smasher' into an unstoppable juggernaut! But nobody wants to play a support character. They're boring and they don't get any glory. And then 'blue bird of sappiness' dared to mock her! "Apparently not easy enough for you to grasp.", she teased the cat-bird as she turned the invitation over. There was a crude drawing of an very happy Yak that was obviouslly supposed to be their host. Little pink hearts emerged from the yak's head as she bounced about in yakky-happyiness. Next to the sketch was the words BRING BEST FOOD! Would these imitation cheese-like puffs cause such an display from their O&O Overlord? Only time will tell. "I'm playing an elf-unicorn evoker named...", She had not though of a name! Crap! Ponies usually had silly names. Princess Shiny-Butt. Bubbles. Seawinkle. Tootsie. Ugh. Her eyes quickly scanned the room. Her character was a mage...That Kirin has a cute hinder..And bouncy girl is from the sea...Mag-Butt-Sea? "Majesty...she has a familiar named Lucy and while she normally sticks with combat spells, I'll give her a support or buff spell or two, so you dumb warrior types don't die right away." She looked rather pleased with herself as she showed off her character. Complete with an decently drawn orange mare clad in a wizard's robe and cap. She was accompanied by a somewhat familiar, derp eyed blue cat with stink lines coming from her mouth and a couple of swirly lines over her head. Smolder also made sure their 'Game-Master' got a good look at the sheet for approval.
  7. 5 points
    Gallus was shameless. He didn't know much about roleplaying games but he knew he wanted to be good at them if he was going to so much as roll a single die today, so he had done some reading of the rules. Yaks were strong (not too smart) and Berserkers were good at dealing damage and all that seemed simple. More importantly, he knew who the GM was and wanted to get on her good side. Gallus knew Yona and knew what Yona liked, and that was Yaks- so it was easy enough to decide what he wanted to do. Some creatures might call it a shameless move and they were right, but Gallus wasn't above cheesing his way to victory. Besides, this was a cooperative thing. His cheesing was really more like the group's cheesing. They should thank him. "Good choice, right? I think that if anycreature could rock an adventure, it would be a Yak. So his name is Smasher, and he is a Yak Berserker who swings a big axe. Pretty cool right?" Gallus asked, showing off his poorly drawn picture. It worked because it worked. Gallus kept a smooth face on as Smolder came in. She was a cool customer when it came to what was considered more or less acceptable for self-respecting kittens, dragons, and otherwise to do and she didn't look like a dragon who had spent time reading the feat list for level one Berserkers. Not that he did...intentionally. She also brought all the snacks they would need. Neat. He had gained a few pounds since he had moved to the school and it felt like if there was one thing ponies had excelled at without debate it was in sugary snacks and leisure foods. He would partake, gladly. "Hey there Smolder. Good thinking on the snacks. I didn't know whether or not I was supposed to bring something...anyway, yeah, its pretty easy. Easy enough even for you to grasp," he said, sticking his tongue out churlishly. He liked kidding with his friends and with Smolder it was fun to be a bit rough. She didn't hold back, so why would he? Sandbar took his attention next. Good colt, good friend. Kind of the perfect representation of an Equestrian, wasn't he? He was always so understated and calm that it could be hard to remember that he knew more about what was going on than the rest of them. He also seemed to know a bit more about the game too than the rest of them. He wanted to recreate a character? Heh. He was having a hard enough time making a character, let alone recreating one. Good for Sandbar, and of course he'd be a Paladin, the goody-four shoes he was. "Nah, I'm a Berserker. You should be fine as a Paladin. You've played before?" He asked rhetorically. This would put him in the position of party leader. Was he ready for it? Likely. Sandbar could surprise a lot of creatures, especially himself. "Paladins do some cool stuff, right? What do you think Smolder would like to play?" He asked for the dragon's benefit. She'd never ask and sometimes you had to rip the bandaid off, but if anycreature could answer and help, it'd be Sandbar. And he could probably tell Gallus who the stranger was. Gallus was far past his grumpy, non-talkative stage but that didn't mean he would leap to meet anycreature new...especially ones that looked a little old to be playing in a game being played by students and ran by one. What was it they said- young in heart something something? Gallus looked at the stranger as it bounced and talked and generally just seemed rather excited to play. Whatever. The more the merrier? Seemed harmless enough. He also seemed to know a little bit about playing the game. Cool. Well, at least a growing number of them understood the concepts. "Hey," Gallus said laconically. Not distant, not rude, but definitely not very engaging. He didn't know this stranger yet. Keeping your cards close to the chest was a time-honored tactic. His claws stayed close to his chest as Silverstream came in, a single claw lazily playing with some of his chest feathers as she decided to spend all her time talking to and about the stranger. What was so interesting about the stranger? He wasn't so interesting. Not that she was wrong in saying there seemed to be like sixty versions of ponies. He was always told there were three, maybe four, but it seemed like the list grew and grew. She gave him an excited eye and after he remembered to breath and stop playing with his chest floof he smiled and then looked nervously away, back at his character sheet. When she asked whether she could play as the stranger though..."No! I mean, umm, pretty-pretty sure there are only certain options, hehehe, sorry. In the book, since- I leafed through it, you know, I was too busy- flying not...reading the books, you know, working on my wings. Because. I fly, you know."
  8. 5 points
    The little beginnings of a smile on Yona's face quickly turned into a fully-fledged and beaming grin at the arrival of friends and, although the Ogres & Oubliettes rulebook made some mention about how they were players and she was the Game Master, Yona preferred to think of them as friend-players. Or player-friends. Either way, she promptly abandoned her spot behind the table to greet them all, because regardless of what the book said about roles and who had to do what, hospitality was important. And with what she had planned for the game, Yona wanted one last opportunity today to be herself, before unleashing menacing monsters, terrifying traps, plucky princesses and troves of treasure. The game required a yak who could stand firm. "Griffon! Not sure who else turn up. Yona invite everycreature," which was true, insofar as she had spent just about every available minute of the last few days leaving rather vague and cryptic notes about the game. And, just to be sure, she'd spread the message via word-of-mouth, which presumably Yona had taken to mean 'shout loudly about Ogres & Oubliettes to anyone who was unfortunate to stand still for long enough for her to shout at them'. She was about to say something about what the character Gallus had created was, but then she spied the masterpiece of a picture on his character sheet (there was no such thing as a terrible drawing of a yak, Yona considered, because by definition all drawings of a yak are the best), and so rather than whatever it was she was planning to say, she simply - and, unsurprisingly, loudly - exclaimed "ADVENTURE YAK!". The happy grin remained. If anything, it grew as Smolder arrived; she had brought snacks. While the rulebook did not make any mention whatsoever of snacks, the few ponies she'd spoken to about the game did seem to spend a lot of time talking about the importance of food. Food with mysterious names and equally mysterious ingredients. What was a huff puff? Didn't she see one of them in the list of monsters at the back of the rulebook? "It best game ever," Yona explained, sort of, as Smolder got herself settled, "Friends play and they explore scary dungeon! Fight monsters! And ribbons! And roll dice! Make characters and snacks and Yona hope everycrea-" The excitement that she'd been carrying with her for the last week threatened now to break free, in much the same way that a beaver's dam could only hold back so much water, as Sandbar arrived. Fortunately she'd moved most of the wooden furniture to the sides of the room, because at this rate, the young yak couldn't exactly be held responsible for any smashed furniture. The low table, now freshly laden with snacks, might be the first casualty of the game. "-all Yona! And pony not late. And ribbon important. And can play pal-adin," she'd stressed the part which seemed to be the most important, "or anything! Imagination best part of game! Pony can even be a yak like griffon. Like saying goes, one yak best, two yak best, three yak best, four yak best, five yak best, six yak best..." The arrival of Yama mercifully cut what may very well have been a very long saying short. It was one thing, and a wonderful thing at that, for Yona to see her friends from school getting themselves settled around the table. It was quite another thing, quite an exciting thing, to make a brand new friend with the help of the game. After he'd safely stowed away his strange instrument, Yona carefully trotted over to him and gestured back at the still intact table. "Everycreature welcome! Especially new friends. Even rusty new friends," Yona nodded enthusiastically. As she was entirely new to the game, she knew it'd be very helpful to have somecreature who was familiar with how the game was supposed to work at the table. Even though it stood to reason that she would be the best at running the game, the stakes felt that much higher now she had a new friend to impress. "Come sit. Yona got good cushions from all across school! Not as comfy as sleeping hay but less mess. And introduce self to friends!" Speaking of friends, another had arrived, and not only did Silverstream seemingly share her excitement for the game, she expressed it in a way that Yona could easily understand and appreciate. While there was a time and a place for subtlety amongst yaks, a loud proclamation of something - anything - being the best made things very clear. While Silverstream inspected Yama with her usual irrepressible curiosity, Yona carefully went back to her spot at the table, her hair brushing against the ground as she went. Once she'd successfully made it back to her own cushion, she addressed Silverstream properly. It was time, after all, to start trying to put her serious face on, even though she was still grinning uncontrollably. "Hippogriff can be anything! Even not a yak," she refrained from saying aloud that this would be a very strange thing to do, but she thought it loud enough that it wouldn't take some kind of mind-reading magic to pick that up, "but Yona think you should ask new friend. Yona happy if new friend happy. In fact, we make characters now! Or if have character ready, show it to everycreature! Starting... now!"
  9. 4 points
    The classroom was different. Gone were all the instruments and accoutrements associated with learning and education, banished to the sidelines of the room. In their place, right in the centre of the room, stood a low table, borrowed from the library. Surrounding it sat a collection of pillows, cushions and blankets, which would hopefully keep everycreature comfortable. The table itself bore all the things necessary for the game; stacks of paper, dice of every conceivable size and shape, a brand new copy of the Ogres & Oubliette rulebook, candles, pencils, yet more paper and an assortment of wooden figurines to represent- well, it wasn't clear what they were supposed to represent, but imagination was the most important component in this game. And then, with the curtains closed, and the few candles carefully lit, the transformation of the room was complete. The rest of the room was plunged into darkness, camouflaging the furniture she'd pushed aside to make room for everything and everycreature. Not only did this help hide the fact that the room was still a classroom, but it helped create a sense that they could be anywhere. The darkness and the shadows could contain anything and, with the help of imagination and sugar, it presented the perfect backdrop. In the flickering candlelight, Yona sat by the table. In much the same way that she needed to transform the classroom into a room that was suitable for imagining terrifying dungeons and snowy peaks and pirate ships, she felt that she needed to really dress the part of the Game Master. The rulebook - the one that she'd been excitedly reading every night for the last two weeks - didn't offer much in the way of guidelines for how one was supposed to look. The young yak had experimented with wearing a blanket over her head like a hood to seem extra dramatic, toyed with the idea of wearing an eyepatch, but had finally settled on letting her hair down, and decorating it with ribbons. Hopefully that was the proper attire. All there was to do now was wait, and for Yona to try and contain her excitement.
  10. 4 points
    Look, kid... If you're going to illustrate yourself flipping us off, at least have the common courtesy to make it realistic.
  11. 4 points

    From the album: The Character Corner (Color!)

    The last drawing of Toboe I did was kinda stiff looking in my opinion. So, I did this! I think it has some more life and character to it.
  12. 4 points
    As much as Niilavin said that he admired the way in which Equestria gave dignity to the lower classes, he still had an insufficiently broad definition of those to whom dignity was to be afforded. Of course, it would take some pretty powerful juju on Prince Blueblood's part to overcome the natural hatred between dogs and cats, but for the sake of avoiding mass hysteria, something had to be done. "[Enough of that.]" Blue gave an ineffectual but symbolic bap between his sphinx's ears. "[You shouldn't let your irritations define your actions, that only lets them control you.]" Not exactly an order, so the magic might not compel Niil. But if discipline could be instilled, then the magic would be redundant. *I really ought to see about hiring an obedience school trainer...* Speaking of which, there were the dogs. "Apologies." He dipped his head to Hogo-sha. "He isn't quite... housebroken yet." Was that an unintentional slur to diamond dogs? Or... was Hogo-sha actually a diamond dog? A Changeling? No, they rarely adopted bipedal form. Perhaps a yokai? Was that still insulting? Gah, it was stressful being a diplomat. The anubis newcomer was only complicating the situation. Good grief, had the Prince brought home a nationalist? Shaking his head, and resolving to ignore Niil's little snit, Blueblood addressed the Saddle Arabian canine. "I heard little of his kind; he will grow larger in time, though that will be some years off, sphinxes being quite long-lived. Truth be told... I'm not sure if any yet living remain besides he. I freed him from a petrification curse when accompanying an archaeological dig; he was buried with the pharaoh that had ensorcelled him." He decided against revealing that the amulet was the source of said ensorcellment. Didn't seem like the safest policy to go about leaking that information. "By the way, I don't believe I ever caught your name...?"
  13. 4 points
    Silverstream was a little dejected by Gallus' shortness on the validity of being about to play as a kirin in the game. But soon into his rant, she realize he was being a little presumptuous, and Silverstream swapped attention to the others before she could even muster the discipline to figure out why his blue feathers were so ruffled. Yona and Yama gave Silverstream the approval of being able to play a kirin. So she replied her intention. "Grrreat! I'll be a kirin and I'll be named..." Silverstream scratched her beak for a few fast seconds and then her eyes lit up with an idea. "Todd!" Silverstream took notice of the others who seemed more experienced with character creation. She didn't really know what she was doing, but she was ready to attempt blending into the setting by observing how others were making their case for their personas. Gallus was playing a berserker yak named Smasher, probably to gain favor from Yona. Smolder created what she said was an elf-unicorn evoker named Magesty who apparently had a pet. Sandbar was going with a paladin minotaur named Marcol. Yama brought an old character of his, a cleric dragon named Lamplight. While listening to all the characters, Silverstream became overwhelmed. She had no idea there was this much detail in creating characters for a game like this and that several of the others had their information prepared. She was a little lost. "So what are all these titles for? What would Todd's title be?"
  14. 4 points
    The pink hippogriff slammed the door open after Yama walked into the room. As she hovered in the doorway she squealed. "Best game ever!" she flailed her claws a few times and then landed softly on the floor, folding her wings to her back, and quickly trotted over to where the others were. It was the usual gang, except for one creature, the one who came just before her. Silverstream immediately had flashbacks of the first day of school at the academy when she learned about so many different creatures she never knew existed. She zipped in front of Yama. "Hi! What are YOU?" Silverstream curiously looked around his features, noticing the subtle differences in his pelt texture, the lizard-like spots on his back, and his long flowing tail, just to name a few oddities. It made Silverstream smile. "I've never seen a pony like you before." She hung a talon on her chin and her eyes shrunk with astonishment. "It's like there are sixty different kinds of ponies!" Before Silverstream could take the time to listen, she was reminded of the reason she came. She was really excited about what Yona seemed to describe as a game involving imagination. She jumped towards Gallus and stood next to him. She gave him an excited eye, but did not say anything. Instead, she turned to Yona. "If we can pretend to be anything we want this game, can I be whatever he is?" Silverstream pointed towards Yama.
  15. 4 points
    Ponyville was so interesting and there were so many generous souls filling it. Just from playing in the town square recently, Yama had been able to buy a big breakfast for himself and even a lunch! Food couldn't satisfy all his needs, though. He needed some recreation! What could he do in a town so generous as this? He could visit that apple farm and see if he could volunteer his services... but that dog of theirs might be a bit too curious about him. Maybe all of that Hullabaloo at that school could present an interesting opportunity. He'd paid his brother a visit the other day and he said something about a game of O and O being played. Yama had watched his brother play that game a couple times... and even joined in once! back when it first released (boy how long ago was that?) he played a cleric. Maybe this was the chance when he could play her again! Or maybe he could be a diamond dog rogue of somekind. The possibilities were endless! As the bouncing ball of blonde energy cantered through the hallways he noticed the distinct smell of yak coming from one of the doors! This must be the place! He remembered Yona from his time at the running of the leaves in the stands. One day had to see if he could get her to be the lead vocals for a band. Well, those were ideas for later. Now it was time to throw some dice! The second he popped his head in the door he noticed a couple fascinating knew faces! Hoping to make a good first impression, he hung his intrument on the coat-rack by the door with its strap. He dipped his head in greating in spoke up in his usual cheery register,"Hey there, Everyone! Is this really just welcoming anybody in to play? I'm a little rusty but I'd love to get a chance to roll some dice with all of you!"
  16. 4 points
    Sandbar did a bit of Tabletop Roleplaying back in Seaward Shoals. An old stallion back there was into it and tried to drag him into it. He couldn't really get into it properly, it was a bit complicated even when they tried to dumb it down. However, that was back then and now he was certainly smarter and he was pretty sure that the newer versions were designed to be less complicated to get into. Of course, he couldn't remember much properly from the game, and he wasn't sure if the changes were drastic enough. He would probably be learning it completely again. He didn't need to give it much thought when deciding to join the game, it was clear how much Yona wanted to do it and he couldn't let her down. He couldn't let any of them down. Walking into the room, he saw that the place had basically been transformed. It wasn't meant to be a classroom anymore, it was more of like a blank slate. Perhaps to distract them from the educational mood and to put them more into the world of imagination. He would say it was a bit excessive, but he appreciated the amount of effort Yona put into this so he didn't say anything negative about it. "Hey guys, sorry if I'm late," he said before looking around. He was the fourth one there. On the other half of lateness but not the last one. "Guess I'm okay. Nice work on the place Yona. It was all you right?" He went over to the table and took a seat. "Those ribbons Yona, they're in theme right? Might give us a bit of a hint, although I'm not getting much of a complete idea yet." He pulled over a character sheet. He remembered his old character. A level four Paladin. That was all he made it up to before quitting back then. The GM was probably being nice back there with the Experience. Well, he kind of had to finish what he started, so his character here would also be a Paladin. He couldn't remember much else about the character. He didn't really care what his race was, so he would probably do that at the last second. "I still have to create- well, recreate my character from back then. None of you are Paladins right?" Not that he minded if any of the others were, he just wanted a bit of a diverse team.
  17. 4 points
    Smolder was feeling rather high in the clouds today. She managed to finish every single bit of her homework! Every bit! And just in time to see what Yona had planned for the rest of their day. The yak had left her a rather odd little message that said ‘DRAGON COME TO BEST GAME EVER!’. This also included an small book-shaped package and an extra note to bring some snacks, along with an 'Ye Ol' Map To Ye Ol' Place'. 'The package was not to be opened until BEST GAME EVER started. If she headed this warning, she would be cursed by the ' Wondrous Winds of Watoomb' and the 'Hoary Hosts of Hoggoth'. Smolder had no idea what those were, but they did not sound good. Since her friend’s tender little tummies or brittle little teeth could not handle a dragon’s preferred snack of gems, she had stopped at the local mini-mart for a twelve pack of neon green ‘Hoot’n’Holler’n Jump'n Joy'Juice’ citrus type soda and a very big bag of 'Huff Puff' cheese flavored puffs. Her drinks did not contain a single once of citrus, nor did her cheese puffs have actual cheese. How odd. She also brought along an small pack of Ammolites that the good Dragon Lord had sent her along with her monthly care package. The multi-colored gemstones tasted like pure happiness. She made sure to leave Spike a small bag considering the poor little guy had to fend with Equestrian rocks all his life. These little babies are gonna knock his scales off! Smolder cautiously entered the room. It was dark. Would she be eaten by a Grue? Thankfully, the darkness was pushed back by some candle light. There were plenty of pillows about. Were they having a sleepover in one of the classrooms? Weird. Then something else dawned on her. There were books. Paper. Pencils. Did she forget an homework assignment? Or were these guys doing EXTRA homework? No. The books had colorful illustrations of heroes and monsters. Damsels and demons. There were also dice. She quickly tore open her package, and sure enough, there was an well used copy of the same book Yona had on the table, along with a bag of her own dice. Apparently the book had been owned by someone named Pocket Change. A few sheets of paper fell from the book. They each had a different name labeled along the tops, and some interesting information....Sir Gallophoof the paladin....Lord Majesty the caviler. Sunglory the cleric. and Half-Note the bard. A final sheet was quickly scooped up for someone called 'Fast Paw'. An Diamond Dog monk. This all finally dawned on her. This was an 'Role-Playing Game'. She had heard Spike mutter something about 'Boy's Night' and 'O&O' to the big red stallion he would sometimes be seen with. She had something very snarky to say, but she could not do it. The yak obviously spent a good amount of time working on this, and anytime a yak does something beyond SMASH EVERYTHING, it was a modern miracle. "Hey Yona..... Gallus...", Hopefully the others would be showing up soon. After placing her things on the nearby table, the dragon found herself a seat, "I have an general idea what this is...", she glanced up at her fuzzy big friend with a grin as she flipped a few pages, "Oh, and nice ribbons by the way.."
  18. 4 points
    What was a role-playing game? Gallus didn't understand the appeal or the need for it, especially in a land full of magic and mystery. Why spend your time talking about adventures and pretending like you were little kittens when you could go have them if you so desired? Honestly, it seemed an activity designed specifically to target his favorite place in the world: Inside, with a roof over his head, sleeping lazily. It seemed like such a nerdy thing, too. When Yona had breathlessly explained it, Gallus couldn't help but think it sounded like a campfire story with a lot of unnecessary math. And unnecessary camp fire stories to boot, though he didn't have the heart to tell the overly excited Yak that. Not that he would ever want to play it.... ...Yet here he was, walking into the empty classroom with some paper, a pencil, and some weird dice. Uggh. He couldn't say no to his friends, even he really wanted to say no, even when he thought the activity was kinda lame. Of course, just because the activity was lame didn't mean the company was. Yona made most things fun and he was sure that she would work her yak-fur off to make this fun. The others? Eh, he didn't know who else was invited to this little party of theirs. Probably other students. Was Silversteam going to be here? Sandbar? Ocellus? Smolder? Who knew. He had trouble imagining any of them here. Then again, he had an even tougher time imagining himself here. Guess his imagination, or theater of the mind for roleplaying purposes, wasn't all that strong. "Hey Yona," he said aimlessly as he took his seat. The room was dark and atmospheric, he'd give her that much. "Nice ribbons," he jabbed in a friendly manner as well. It was true, she always did her hair well, but he wondered why the ribbons considering the atmosphere of the place. They weren't spooky ribbons. Was this supposed to be spooky? Huh. Was role-playing spooky or fun? He didn't know. Both? Neither? Gallus was less interested in coming to a conclusion than he was in hanging out with his friends, so he was just happy she seemed to be excited for it. Somecreature had to be! "Looking excited over there. I got my character ready, I think. Who else is supposed to show up?" Gallus asked as he put his stuff on the table, complete with a terrible drawing of a yak in heavy armor wielding a greatsword.
  19. 4 points
    Was it a bad sign that the first citizens to welcome their new feline wonder were canine? Prince Blueblood sincerely hoped not; he had neglected to ascertain Nilaavin's opinion of dogs. Nevertheless, he waved down at Hogo-sha from his perch, keenly aware of other eyes from the rooftops. "Greetings, sir! I see from your garb and bearing you are a dignitary; it is good to see I was home in time to meet you!" Homecoming or not, the diplomatic work was never done. However, housebreaking his new cat would have to take first priority. "[We are first amongst equals, not gods amongst mortals. Auntie will be very upset if she catches you talking like that.]" Could Auntie Celestia actually understand Nil's ancient language? Probably, actually; she had lived for just long enough to have conversed with its last living speakers. Well, second-to-last, now. All that being said... Blue had pretty much given up by now correcting Nil's impression as to his own power levels. Modern magic was quite a strange power, compared to what the ancients could muster. Plus, actually getting the sphinx to shape up would take every bit of authority the unicorn could muster...
  20. 3 points
    The morning sun glistened in the newly awoken sky, shining it's gorgeous light down beneath to the ground. Though, the sky was cloudy, and the air was chilly. The sun seemed to be the only sign of warmth to the late winter air. Spring hadn't blossomed yet for the ponies, but it was a short distance away. The cold still nipped down on anypony who was outside. Soon, a cloud floated over towards the sun, blocking the sunlight's path onto the small piles of snow. The piles were speckled throughout the roads, half melted. There were more piles of water than snow. Golden Daze always noticed this when spring was coming up soon. Daze always noticed the little things in life, or more so nature. She likes to look down when she flies and observe the ground below. This morning though, she was a little more frantic to get her thoughts together. As so, the golden Pegasus zoomed all over her cloud-made room, making sure she had every little thing she needed before taking the train to the Crystal Empire. Daze was well prepared, certainly. She always packed her bags the night before, to have time that morning to get ready. She was just nervous. Her brain was still processing every second of her trip. Daze was still never fond of new places. She's never gone to the empire before, and she's never raced there. And this race was important. Extremely important. If she lost this race, her career could be over. Well, that's what she thought at least. In between panic attacks and hyperventilating, because she was extremely overdramatic for no reason, she double checked and rechecked the double checks to make sure she had all of her air sprinting items and extra blankets. The only thing she knew was that it was cold there, and she hates being cold, which is why she spent a whole ten minutes getting all of her winter gear and throwing it on herself. Her fuzzy hat, her fuzzy shoes, a fuzzy scarf, and her fuzzy sprinting team jacket. Lots of fuzzy things. And she packed a lot of other things, like snacks and her favorite pillow. She even brought some extra scarves and hats just in case somepony forgot anything. She was generous like that. Of course she brought a whole box of band aids too. Why? Because she's the most reckless flier ever, well, to get where she wanted. She'd try anything to make her dad happy. That comes with a cost. Lots and lots of scars. "Okay, Daze. You got everything?" she asked herself one more time, finally nodding her head in reassurance and grabbing her bags. The Pegasus flew out of her cloud house and towards the train station, trying to find a clock to look at the time. When she found one, she was relieved. "Girl, you got tons of time to chill out. Relax." Daze's raspy but feminine voice forced the word 'relax' out meaningfully, to actually make the word go through her head. "Just keep yourself warm, your muscles can't tighten for your really important, one in a life time race." Daze smoothly landed on the platform to the train, reading all the times to make sure she had the time right. In bold letters displayed 'The Crystal Empire', which happened to be the next train coming through. After a few minutes, the train was early. The conductor trotted out of the doors of the train, and loudly said, "Train to The Crystal Empire!" Daze flew up into the air with impatience from waiting, or just from the cold, with her bags, and glided into the train. The golden Pegasus then landed gently onto a chair, sitting right next to the window. Then she was lost in her thoughts. Every scenario played in her head at the big race. Winning, losing, making it to the big leagues. Daze's anxiety started itching all over her body. Her hooves started to tap the booth she was on frantically. Her wings opened slightly, to get some fresh air in them. She probably looked crazy, but this was a normal thing for her. Daze just needed to calm down.
  21. 3 points
    Right after she spoke her words felt like she might have gone out for a moment there because she felt a skip in her hearing. As strong as one could be there are still ways to get a concussion. Luckily this one wasn't so bad. "Hey... is that the light?" She joked to herself, that was the expression right? She was aided by the forces of the two pegasi as they pulled the rubble off of her. "Yeah, yeah... yeah... yeah... everything's fine. Not dead at all. Thanks. Yeah... yeah." She probably didn't sound alright, but she definitely was. Honest! "Is this stuff all yours? I didn't put anything up there. Just my luck to be standing under there." She wasn't really in the condition to investigate but she said she would. She got up off the ground and stumbled her way over to the door for a moment. Yeah, it was cold, in comparison to the indoor temperature, no big deal, for the moment. She could definitely hear the sounds louder. Sounded a lot like the connection. But she couldn't really tell in her current state, the wind was messing up her accuracy. She almost reached down to touch when she heard Daze's observation. She jerked her hoof back. No, she wasn't messing with it anymore. She went back inside. "So my random arbitrary knowledge has made me the expert in this situation? Man, you must totally be relying on my excellent observation skills. My conclusion? We might be hanging on barely. But maybe we'll be ok-" Wait, that didn't feel right. Were they slowing down? That might be a good thing actually if they're stopping to fix the connection. Although how would they know. Unless... wait, what two cabins? "Wait, what did you say?" She asked the Griffon.
  22. 3 points
    "Since there were no griffons in the 'Empire' after it was returned to the erm. Present time, I can probably assume those who lived there might have left before it was conquered.." There was another bump. This put an quick end to her sketching. Still, she would have plenty of time for her art. For now, she would enjoy the new company.. "I hope we all manage to learn a few things while here...The art...history...And even your racing event..", she returned her pat and sketch pencil back into her pack. "As for the settlement, he said it was just some random tower, so it was probably really hard to find..." Brrr. It was starting to feel a little colder. Did their cabin's heater break? Zelda scooped up her jacket and slid it on. Much better. With her gloves on, she was fully dressed to be outside. Combined with her natural fur coat, she should be able to handle the outside, even away from the kingdom itself. But this was something she had no desire to try out. She let out a painful squawk as a rather heavy bag fell upon her. "Yow!" Was someone attending a bowling competition? Was someone studying to become a blacksmith and brought their anvil along? She could almost see stars. Oh, there was Songbird Serenade....Sapphire Shores....Baby Snooks...And now a word from our sponsor...Terrible Headache. "Thank you...", She smiled weakly as the heavy bags were removed. Nothing worse than starting a vacation with an bruised beak and an damaged head. She slowly got up from her seat and followed the others. "I may have some brain damage, but I'm pretty sure our train consisted of more than two cabins." While the next cabin was still barely connected, the griffon pointed out that there was no cabin connected to that one! And they were slowly starting to go backwards......
  23. 3 points
    Fire Walker could not help but feel she needed to say something, but she was not there to argue with her beloved. She was there simply to open the door and serve some refreshing beverages. Most kingdoms outside of Equestria generally preferred to solve their own problems, and many would actually react rather negatively to offers of help. This almost felt like what she was doing with the whole ‘Twilight Guard’ thing. She was not only helping to protect Ponyville, but also train its residents on how not to become victims. On how to defend themselves and others from harm. And while the mare had once considered herself an member of Swift’s team, she simply no longer had the time to dedicate herself to his cause. She would be more than happy to help if needed. But for now, she needed to get her flank to bed. There was a rather lengthy scroll she needed to go through. There was also a need to see if she could convince the purple princess to see if she can switch to notepads or notebooks for her plans...As it was much easier to flip open a book as opposed to unrolling out a long scroll..... After taking a final sip from her cup, the mare slowly stood up, “I need to get up early tomorrow, so if you don’t mind, I will see myself out....Well, at least to my room..”, She gave her very special stallion a quick kiss on the cheek. “If you need anything of me, just leave me a little note on my door or in my mailbox. Which is by the entrance.”, There was a few boxes marked with an assortment of names of those who resided in the castle. “Good night dear Swift...And ladies..”, she gave a slightly sleepy smile to the trio, before she headed off to her room for some much needed shut-eye.
  24. 3 points
    "Ah gotcha. My random knowledge came helpful for once," she replied to Khamsa, (or Fiver, she honestly preferred Khamsa in this situation). Her mother was the type to often learn about and remember arbitrary facts that got passed down. "Well, more than once, this isn't the first time, but whatever." She shrugged. "I want to say it's Griffon's integrated into pony society, but that's just judging from my own knowledge. There's still much more for me to learn about Crystal Empire lore," she said to Zelda. "I didn't hear much about the griffon settlement you talked about, but maybe I did and I just forgot about it." She could feel a chill go through herself. The air from the outside seemed to be seeping through inside now. She wanted to trust the authority of the train service. There's no way they would travel in these conditions. However, it felt like the conditions were very borderline. She went through her bag again. A bunch of winter gear including a blindfold for the potential weather. Her eyes were not completely dead, they still had feeling, a bit too much feeling if you would ask her and that would not pair well with her habit of keeping her eyes open. No problem with sunlight, but in cold weather, the wind and frost can suck. "Right, well, it seems you better get used to it because I don't think they're gonna end anytime soon," she replied to the flying pegasus. She thought for a moment. "I think there may be a pattern to the turbulence. Haven't quite figured it out yet..." "I think the clicking is coming from outside. I'll go check it out. I don't see what could be so scary about going outside for a moment, not like you're going to fall off, and as if that would be much of a problem for you." She pulled on her blindfold and got up from her seat moving into the aisle. A moment not too later, the train started shaking and she went down flat onto the floor. It was not the shaking, but the sudden barrage of items on top of her. "It... would seem... that the inside is more deadly... yeah."
  25. 3 points
    The black griffon took a quick gander outside. Let's see. There was snow. Snow. Snow and also snow. Snow on hills. Snow on mountains. Even snow on more snow. This was more than enough snow to see, so she returned to her seat and drawing pad. "Well, I guess we'll find out.", the griffon kept her eyes on her pad as she spoke, "I hope to check out the impressive, ancient griffon statues they have through the 'empire' and then maybe learn why they are there.", she added, "Did the Crystal Empire start out as an griffon territory, or if they were integrated into pony society? Also, if they have anything to do with a small griffon settlement nearby....Heard they all lived in this rather tall watchtower and were tasked to watch for the return of the Crystal Kingdom. So I'm guessing probably, but it will be fun to do a little bit of art appreciation combined with solving a mystery and then later taking a flight of Crystal beverages....Crystal Wine....Crystal Cider...Crystal Brandy....and so forth.." She would still need to make time for the race. Zelda was ready for the cold weather! Not only did she pack for such weather, she wore a heavy jacket with matching pants, boots and gloves. Since it interfered with her sketching, the black bird had taken off the gloves and had put them aside. She also kept an hat and beak-warmer in her carry-on bag. Hopefully it wouldn't get -that- cold, but a gal needed to be prepared. She looked up at Daze, "You just need to think more positive...I see you starting off slow...Like any wise racer....You build up your strength and them woosh!", she raised her hands up, "You zoom past your tired competitors and win the trophy...Or medal....And even end up on Cap’n Sucrose Cereal Boxes. Like my dad said, to be a winner, you gotta think like an....wagh!", she let out a squawk as their cabin started to violently shake. A few items from the overhead compartments started to spill onto the floor.
  26. 3 points
    Hey everyone! I'm sorry I haven't been on lately. Work, life, and a car accident has taken up most if my time. I am back on and will be posting again. To give you all a taste here is a Pony version of yours truely done by the great and talented Lighting--Bliss of Brony Analysis. https://www.deviantart.com/battlecross61/art/Battle-Cross-Oc-Commission-By-Lightning-Bliss-Dczw-786045027
  27. 3 points
    "Maybe it wasn't always the coldest part? I don't know much about Crystal Empire history, I bet very few do outside the city itself. Maybe they were travelling by and something there made them stop and settle? I don't know why they would travel there in the first place but there are a lot of unknown variables," She mused mostly to herself. Everyone had different motivations for doing stuff that could be considered idiotic to others. "I live in Ponyville so I've had my fair share of crazy stuff happen around me. A little cold exposure in the city won't harm me too much. Of course, this is all assuming that the Heart is taken down while we're there. It seems pretty reliable so far." "Fiver huh? Where did they get that from?" A peculiar name it was. Five of what? Must be some sort of translation. "Is that a kind of translation?" she asked Fiver. She turned towards Golden Daze. "I don't know how special being from Appleloosa is supposed to be compared to Cloudsdale. I only spent like, a year or two there, I don't really remember before moving away. Outside of agriculture, there isn't really much else you can do there," She explained. "Oh it was really not that hard to tell. Maybe if I didn't know about the race, but luckily I've got my sources so I've got it all figured out." She just stared towards Golden Daze for a moment, it was clear the pegasus was actually affected by her weird statement. "They're just sides really." There was no indication of whether or not she was being serious or not in this instance. "Although maybe the right side might be better." "Hah, I would have thought you flying folk would enjoy being thrown up into the air the most. In the event that you don't, then maybe you can submit a very angry complaint?" She suggested. The train was kind of bumpy but it didn't phase her that much at that moment, if she really needed to she could focus on the ground and use her inner magic to keep her somewhat locked. "Yeah, most likely the old tracks. I don't think these tracks get as much maintenance as the other tracks. They probably just get enough to be up to standards. Let's just hope they are. I'm not particularly in the mood for anything going wrong." Oh speak of the devil. She heard the sounds of metal and it didn't sound particularly good to her. "Hey, um, I'm not sure if you guys hear it, but I think there's some sort of disturbance inside the train or something."
  28. 3 points
    With the training finally getting its start, Fiver relaxed a bit. She looked back to the Daze and smiled, "Well thanks. I try to keep myself in shape but for me I've done all I can so... I'll be sitting this one out and watching from the sidelines. " Fiver always liked seeing new athletes enter the scene, not just fliers but runners or even swimmers. Some might say she was too old be feeling so nostalgic, and maybe they were right. Still, she was content for the most part and willing to cheer on anyone with a dream to improve themselves. When Golden Daze spoke up her name, Fiver quickly answered with her own. "Khamsa Alriah. My friends call me 'Fiver'." The musings of Zelda brought another smile to Fiver's muzzle. A chance to relax and not worry about what was left behind was exactly what she'd been hoping for. Shame it was only to last as long as this ride. "It's a pleasure to meet you, Zelda. I'm a ... stunt flier more or less. Been a part of a good team for a while, but I'm thinking about exploring other options in time. I'm on my own little vacation for the same reasons as you are." Loose cannon sounded much more knowledgeable about the nature of governments than Fiver did. Just hearing words like principality took the Pegasus back to the days of schooling with her mother back in Saddle arabia. Scholars could be such a boar, strange neither her nor her brother took to knowledge in the same way her parent had. "Frankly I stopped thinking about how Equestria's government is run a long time ago. It seems as though things will be as they will be regardless of what I or others do."
  29. 3 points
    To whom it may concern, I'll try and get some posts out tomorrow.
  30. 3 points
    Man, it's been so long since I've actually posted anything-. Hey, call me White Feather/Feather. I've been on and off Canterlot for a few years but I was never even really active besides when I roleplayed. Anyway, I'm 18. I've got a lot of free time and I love to do art requests because I like to practice. I know I could just draw my own characters and all that, but it's kind of boring that way. Uhm, I do roleplay. I'm into fantasy/adventure/romance all that stuff so just hit me up if you're interested. If I like it enough, I'll definitely draw out a scene from our roleplay because rolepalys act as a muse for me so. Yeah. I'm real chill and I hope we chat soon lmao.
  31. 3 points
    "As far as I know, It's just a single city, doesn't feel like much of a kingdom either. Maybe a Principality?" she mused towards the calm pegasus. "That's the word right? I don't know much of the independence of the Crystal Empire after its return." Her education from her mother was both a blessing and a curse. She knew more than she wanted to and it meant that the stuff she didn't know kind of hurt sometimes. She could totally become a scholar, but that wouldn't be very fun now would it? "The frozen North can be cold, but the Crystal Empire itself is shielded from its effects. Unless you're flying outside of the boundaries, then you won't have to worry about freezing yourself," she explained to the totally overprepared pegasus. "Unless you mean on the way there, in which I trust the heating of this train to stop us from freezing." "Yeah sure, it kind of is good to meet new people, but If I got back home and my house was on fire, I'd be very worried." There was only so much relaxing one could do before stuff would start to go wrong. "I hear that some get their kicks from just riding trains, like the destination is just a bonus to their trip, it's all about the special trains that they put out sometimes. Never ridden one of those before, just the regular ol' trains." When the train started moving, she thought for a moment. What if a train ride didn't feel like one, would that be a good thing or a bad thing. Impressive in the fact that they made it feel like a house, but then it didn't feel like a train so... "I heard some engineers are trying to make a really smooth train. You could basically live inside it all the time and just travel around. It sounds like it would be very expensive to produce and maintain though." "My bad side is my every side, so, really there is no bad side. So make sure you get my good side, which is also my bad side." Hah, let them try and process that. She tried to look serious about her request, but she really didn't care. She just talked a lot to fill the void in the silence. "My name is Loose Cannon, formally of Appleloosa, now Ponyville," She mused at the thought of titles. It was weird, especially hearing one from a Griffon. Was it a title, or was it just context? "That might be what it says on my birth certificate." Knowing her, someone might actually miss the joke and actually believe her. She didn't want to explain anything.
  32. 3 points
    The golden mare looked into the eyes of the other Pegasus as she talked, making Daze open up her mouth again to speak. "Ye-ah, I'm gonna be in it. It's a big one for me," she exclaimed, her voice cracking, "My actual uniform is in my bag, I just need to keep the 'ol bones and muscles warm. I'm trying not to die from the cold beforehoof, I can't mess this chance up." Daze sat up straighter, feeling more comfortable around this strangers. "And thanks, you look pretty athletic yourself," she added to Fiver, giving her a slight smirk. She was always one to give a compliment back. The way she grew up, she always felt the right to give somepony something in return so she didn't feel bad. "Are you racing too?" Daze looked over at the other two, as the earth pony talked. She seemed to talk a lot, but so did Daze. When she felt like talking, she always had a lot to say. Especially about nothing. The griffon asked a simple question, to which Daze tilted her head. "I mean, sure. Whatever floats your boat." She was kind of weirded out, just thinking about some creature drawing her for a reason she didn't know. But, the mare's eyes sparkled as she said, "Make sure you get my good side though, I don't want anypony missing out on this." Daze then struck a pose, trying to seem ridiculous and crack a smile of the others. She sat back down, thinking she was hilarious. It was good for her to get her mind off the race, otherwise she would freak out again. "I heard this trip is going to take a while." As she said that, the train huffed out some smoke and the train was heading through the train tracks, blasting out a toot. "Guess we're off then." Her yellow eyes looked out the window to see the world ahead of her fly past her face and behind her. The train was rickety and bumpy, but soothing at the same time. Daze focused on the sound of the wheels running over the tracks, keeping her mind steady and in control. The golden Pegasus began to play with her bandages on her arms as she looked outside, her heart racing from newly found excitement. Her ears flicked as she looked farther up at the cabins ahead of theirs's, seeing it shake ahead as the train huffed again. The mare turned back around to face the group. "Oh, my name is Golden Daze by the way," she suddenly said, smiling warmly at the others. All this talk and they hadn't introduced their names yet. So, Daze had to be the first to break the ice.
  33. 3 points
    "Not much to be nervous about, Stranger. It's a nice place according to the brochure." She said as she held up the aforementioned item, "That fancy festival they have seems to have passed, but there's gonna be a big race when we arrive." She pulled her eyes up from the paper and looked over Daze's cold weather gear and smiled, "Are you gonna be racing in it? You've definitely got the build of an athlete." Seeing her fellow Pegasus passenger like this really took her back, when she was a recruit in the Wonderbolts she had that same nervous look meddled with excitement. The griffin turned out to be quite the skilled artist. When Zelda spoke up about the rest of the cabin being her sketch subject Fiver cracked a smile, "If I can get a look at the result I'm fine with it. Are you a professional sketch artist? Or do you do other types of work alongside it?" The earth pony with the salmon colored coat was especially talkative. Her interest in the culture of the crystal empire was something that caught Fiver's attention, That bit about not interested in the crystals was a tad eyebrow raising. Not so much that Fiver was terribly interested in their architecture or artifacts either, but she couldn't help but think it was odd to mention that specifically. That last question about it also drew the pegasus' attention too, "That's a good question actually... The empire doesn't really seem to fit the definition of an empire. Seems more like a king-- er princessdom maybe?"
  34. 3 points
    "[There is one other major difference you are forgetting.]" Blueblood gently reminded Niilavin. "[Your old masters are dead, and we are not. If we say we are superior, that would inspire jealousy of our majesty; if we say we are equals, they see themselves in our majesty. It is wise to allow everypony as much dignity as one can, for if we strip it all away.... well, you remember what happened to your last master.]" That, Blueblood felt, was sufficient catfood for thought, and his sphinx could be safely left to chew on it as he addressed Hogo-sha. "Dignity is granted by how tall you stand, not how wide you rule." A wise, but not unmotivated saying; the Prince's rule not being particularly 'wide' as far as actual power went. "And Niilavin can understand common speech as well as you or I; it is simply that he is not always comfortable with using it. But that is a good question; how large can a sphinx get?" A good question, but again, not an unmotivated one. Right now it was feasible for Niil to live in Blueblood's back garden, if he didn't mind converting the rock patch into a litter box. But if he grew to legendary size? Canterlot could hardly hold up under him! The Prince's worries were compounded as the sphix confided further. "[What, you mean changelings?]" Blueblood still couldn't help that small tingle of fear down his spine, in spite of the fact that half the hive were now multicolored hippie bugs, and the other half were at least following a Chrysalis who was not pursuing an invasion plan. At least, she said she wasn't, being content to run a tropical resort that 'farmed' love. But was Blueblood wise to believe her? Probably not, actually, considering the Queen's known penchant for deception. His eyes scanned the crowd, then the roofs. A useless exercise, for a disguised foe. But, of course, it may all be a false alarm. After all, there were good changelings, and it wasn't only changelings that could shapeshift. Blueblood had met, and befriended, at least one Yokai. "[We are not hostile to all such populations, Niil. Some, yes, but not all. Don't cause panic yet.]"
  35. 3 points
  36. 3 points
    “[You call them equals yet we come first. They are not peasants yet they pay cash onto us for the honor of living in are land and to work. Workers. Even in the grand city we saw at the coastline… with buildings so tall. They lived in small homes. The powerful lived in the grand, the equals below them in small homes. Packed like fish in a net. Smaller towns looked not so different from my time. More colors, different buildings… but so similar. And here. The heart of it all… sitting above them all in keep of white and gold, towering over the land so small below sits the leaders. I see nothing equal but the belief they all are equals. And for that I have nothing to give but my utter respect.]” Niilavin speaks in a calm but powerful way, his words flowing one in to the other with wisdom. It is hard to know if he really was or if it was just the power of his race to sound like they knew best to play with the minds of others. Sniffing the air some more he gazed back down at the dog speaking to his master… magic was in the air. Leaning down he looked at the dog more close. “[Master, we have skin changers in are shadow. I recommend slaying one rat before it is five. They bring nothing but troubles and steal from my… Are land. Food. goods. Servents. Nothing more than a rat stealing grain but let to many live and you will have no grain to eat.]”
  37. 3 points
    Whenever she read a book, she always wondered to herself if her image of the descriptions in the book were close enough to the actual depictions that were supposedly on the cover of the book. Of course, colour was a weird concept to her, but there were still attributes that seemed to surround them. Of course, she was sure that the cover art was not actually entirely done by the author herself and as such the description in the book was sure to be more authentic to the author's mental image. Some thoughts that occurred in her when she started reading her novel was whether or not that Griffon over there was truly staring at her or not. It happened often when she read, ponies and such not being accustomed to the method of braille. Or maybe they figured out that she was blind? That was something that was sometimes a hit or miss. A pegasus mare came in shortly after her and she did not recognise her any more than the rest. The fact that they left her mostly alone instead of trying to greet her immediately was a sign that she was not supposed to know them and it was not a so-called 'brainfart'. She had to suppose that the pegasus was here for the same reason that the other one was, except they did not seem as well, nervous. Her reading was a bit distracted as she paid attention to the pegasus put away her stuff, a sharp sound echoing around the cabin that could be heard by the others if they did not instinctively flush it out. The calm pegasus was the first one to break the relative silence by starting the conversation. So it would seem that it was everyone's first time going to the Crystal Empire, if she understood the calm pegasus correctly. From the reply of the eccentric pegasus, it was clear to her now that they were actually nervous. Nervous probably about that supposed race? What was that word she had heard before, 'Nervouscited?" Quite the portmanteau. "Sure is my first time," She replied taking her attention away from her book. She probably wouldn't need it right now anymore so she put it to the side. "If you asked me a month ago, I would have said it would be crazy for me to go, but I decided that I'd probably go eventually and that time might as well be now. I'm mostly interested in the culture, not the crystals. Although at this point is it right to call it an empire?" She was nearly startled by the sound of the door closing, but her quick internal response stopped her from showing much of one externally. Maybe she wasn't as early as she thought? Or maybe there wasn't anypony waiting so they just decided to leave. Wouldn't be good for any latecomers so she decided on the first option. Ah right, so that Griffon was drawing. And now she was asking if she could sketch them. She personally didn't mind, but it had no real benefit towards herself. "Uh yeah sure I guess, I mean, you know, if you really want to. I mean it wasn't like I could really catch you out for doing it," She replied. She knew the Griffon was just asking out of courtesy. "How long do you think this trip is going to take? I'm not trying to sound bored already, but I've only got one book with me and it's kind of supposed to last me both ways."
  38. 3 points
    Daze's hooves were jumping with nerves. Every little detail caught her attention now as she stared blankly at the floor. The floor was newly swept, kind of shiny. So, she admired the hard work it probably took to clean it. It distracted the Pegasus, so it worked in calming her down. Along with the cool airs coming from the open cabin. The gentle breeze from the wind cooled her down, clearing her fragile mind. It wasn't long until another pony.. or creature came walking through the door. Daze didn't even get the chance to think about who was going to share a cabin with her. Obviously there would be others along with her. It was a long ride to the empire. Getting to think now, the green maned mare was kind of excited now to meet new individuals. The first one she saw was a black griffon, and she definitely caught her eye. Something seemed elegant about the griffon, and Daze was really fascinated. She saw the griffon give her a smile, and Daze smiled back politely. It would be rude otherwise to not smile back. Daze was a nice pony, sometimes. A moody, stubborn, nice pony. It was kind of awkward in the cabin, Daze and the griffon in their respective places in their seats. The Pegasus looked over at the griffon again, noticing her looking at a drawing pad. Daze shrugged, minding her own business, thinking about the race again. She honestly didn't think she was ready for the big stage yet. Tons and tons of ponies and other creatures were supposed to be there. She wondered the who was other competition, because it was no easy feat getting an invitation. Daze had to work her tail off to get to the arena. Her hard work did pay off though. Soon another came into the cabin, an earth pony who just seemed to mind her own business. Daze noticed her sit down and take out a book. The Pegasus just looked out the window again, lost in her thoughts. Then, another pony came through, a Pegasus who looked kind of familiar to Daze. Daze was no wonderbolt fanatic, she wasn't really interested in them. The other Pegasus just seemed to ring a bell to her. Probably something she learned in flight school. She remembers the teachers would go on and on about how many students graduated and became wonderbolts on their own times. It really just sounded like bragging more than teaching the amazing achievements the school had. Her old school was all about sports anyway, which was fine because Daze was really good at anything related to athleticism. After a long break of silence before the other Pegasus came in, Daze finally heard somepony say something. Her head turned around to look at the others, clearing her throat. "Yeah," she started in her raspy undertone, "It's definitely my first time goin’." She paused, with a small smirk, but her eyes were full of anxiousness. "I'm not nervous at all. Not at all," she said with sarcasm. Quickly the train door shut after the conductor called for one more chance, but nopony else came into the cabin. The train was going to be soon on it's way to the empire.
  39. 3 points
    It was awfully nice for someone to invite Fiver to the racing event in the Crystal Empire. At first they floated the possibility she could be a judge, but by this time Fiver decided that her discernment had been somewhat impaired as of late. Thankfully, the organizer on the other end of the mail service understood and simply gave her some fairly nice stand to watch from. If she was being completely honest with herself, she really wasn't terribly interested in going: Especially if someone was only calling her in because of her wonderbolt status. She'd hoped the calls would have stopped by now. With how little she'd been going to the demonstrations lately, being forgotten about would have been preferable. In the end, she accepted the offer so already she was on her way. Making it to the station just in time to hear the conductor calling out for the late arriving passengers. With a short rush of wind she was already past the doors, ticket in hoof. "Thanks, Mister." She said almost reflexively as she started down the Hallway, "See you when you collect the tickets." Toting her luggage behind, her eyes bounced between each cabin numbers and the ticket in her hoof. The bag was fairly heavy, even for her. So many larger than average clothes for a larger than average flier. Her Saddle Arabian ancestry made her shopping in general pretty difficult thanks to her taller build. Finding winter clothes for the crystal empire was almost an ordeal by itself. Still, she found some and now they were packed up in the bag behind her. Maybe she should have taken up Mother's offer to make use of the tailor's back home but Fiver's pride hadn't fallen so far ... yet. Finally finding a matching number on her ticket, Fiver knocked a few times for courtesy and then opened up the door. She looked over the occupants already present and smiled. This was a varied group she'd stumbled in upon. A griffin, an Earth Pony, a pegasus. If she waited a little longer maybe a dragon could pop by. That green maned pegasus looked like she might just be about ready to explode with how much she was shaking... Must be nervous. The black griffin sketching away at her pad made her curious, but she managed to resist the urge to peek: She heard some artists were very touchy about being watched in the middle of a work in progress. Seeing a seat by the corner of the cabin, Fiver took it and carefully put her luggage in the proper compartment. "Okay..." Once that was done she slacked down into her seat with a sigh, "Um... This everyone's first trip to the empire?"
  40. 3 points
    O and O post coming either tonight or tomorrow afternoon.
  41. 3 points
    Niilavin walked down the street with his head held up and ears pricked. He was much taller than everypony around him yet he was not even close too fully grown. By his races standards he was rather young but he held himself to much more demanding standards than to act like some kitten. He wasn't after all. Swaying his tail side to side he gazed down at the peasants before him, gasping in shock and awe. It made his pride swell even more as he did his best to hold his chest out and show off just how strong and powerful he was as his muscles move and fixed underneath his hide. He was nothing short of a show off, something his new master seemed to enjoy much to his own enjoyment. “[Look at them Master, they look on to us with such wonder! Fitting of such dregs is it not? We are as undeliverable and wonderful as the gods there self walking amongst theme.]” Niilavin says with a sharp grin, to all on-lookers his words were utter gibberish. An ancient language known only to the most learned scholars of history. Yet his master Blue understands every word of it clear and easily. Something that may be for the best given Niilavins attitude to just about everything that was not his master or himself. His superiority complex put the one Blue use too be known for too shame. But it made Blue all the better to be the one to help the cat learn how to live in this new age as his new master understands such complexes better than most. “[But given your power to change master… God is fiting in some ways.]” Niilavin added with rolling of his powerful shoulders. He’s yet to fully understand how his master changed… genders like he did. Blue did try to explain it but even with that it was hard for the cat to get his paws around the concept so easily. Something seemingly so fixed, appointed at birth to death, yet there it was. Changed and broken like a new outfit. In his eyes it only proved how peorfull his new master must be to so easily break something like that and wave it off as something so trivial. Sniffing the air the big cat tossed a gaze down at something most odd. A dog? All dressed up and walking about? How odd. More odd was his smell. Something magic was in the air about that dog, he just can’t put his paw on what. [“And now mutts dress up and speak. This age is already disappointing me.”]
  42. 3 points
    ~Basics~ Roleplay Type: WoE Name: Golden DazeNicknames: Daze, Grump, Dork, Dunce, G.D Sex: Female (her/she)Age: Younger MareSpecies: PegasusSexual Orientation: Lesbian ~Physical Attributes~ Eye Color: Gold, with very dark eye makeup. Character Color: Tan/Brown Mane/Tail: Her mane wavy and a little messy, but well kept in a swoop over her left eye. Her tail is long and wavy. They are teal, green, and yellow. Physique: Daze is taller than average ponies. She thin and lean, making her very athletic. Extra: She always has wraps around her hooves, on her right ear, and band-aids covering her body. She always has one on her nose. She also wears a blue track jacket and headband when she's practicing/competing, with her mane tied up into a ponytail. Her left nostril is pierced with a golden hoop. She also has very bold eyebrows. Cutie Mark: Description: A sun looking over rainy clouds, symbolizing her dreams looking over her gloomy days. Her aspirations and dreams of being one of the fastest fliers out there. Her talent is flying at great speeds in a short amount of time. Story: One day she was walking down her school's hallway to see a whole bunch of fliers telling ponies to join all their sports teams since they needed more ponies to join. She felt her eyes spark, causing her to grab all the papers and fill them out. The first sport to start was track, which was that day. To join the team though, she had to go through with racing the best players from the team. She told her parents she was going to be late to go home, and went straight to practice. Her dad was questioning her actions, and knew something odd was up. So, after school, he went to pick her up. Her dad heard very loud screaming and cheering, and a small smile grew on his face. He knew what Daze was up too. Her father flew behind the benches next to the cloud track, and watched his little daughter fly her heart out to make the team. Once she finished her race, she noticed that she won. She got 1st place against all ponies. She already knew she was fast, but she didn't think she was good at being fast. Being timed and watched from everypony, didn't really seem like her thing. But after Daze won, she knew this was going to be normal for her. She just wanted to make her dad proud. Suddenly she heard a voice she knew all too well, and her eyes teared up. With all the energy left in her little wings, she dashed over to her father and gave him a big hug. Then her cutie mark appeared, symbolizing her speed and happiness overlooking her goals. The sun overlooking the clouds. ~Outside Information~ Family: Dad (Pegasus): Gleaming Fly, Mom (Unicorn): Cosmetic, Twin Sister (Unicorn): Art Block, Little Sister (Unicorn): Beaming Radiance Occupation: Air Sprinter Residence: A cloud house near Ponyville and Cloudsdale ~Characteristics~ Character Personality: Golden Daze is a smart, super stubborn, and social Pegasus residing mostly in her own head. Cocky, quick witted, dorky, and having a great sense of humor (mainly sexual innuendos, silly puns, sarcastic remarks, or weird expressions), she dazzles everyone with her awkward, yet unique personality. Daze is generally outgoing and wishes to complete her most important goal in her life, which consists of being awarded first place in the most famously known event, the Equestria Games. Daze works extremely hard for her goal, wanting to be one of the fastest Pegasi out there, but she's not good at taking care of herself, which either get's her hurt, sick, or exhausted (which is why she has so many band-aids and wraps all over her). And she's so stubborn, she doesn't listen to anyone except what feels right in her head. She overthinks everything, to the point of horrible anxiety. Daze often times freaks herself out for no known reason, and because of this, she feels awkward in most new environments. She can also be too cocky for her own good, but she's cocky to bring out her self confidence, because that itself is very low. Daze is very sensitive, but acts like a hard head because she's insecure. She hides her feelings from everypony else, until they bottle up so much she explodes, normally taking it out on everypony. Before then, she’s a big grumpy feather horse, which is a good indication she’s upset. But, Daze is sincere, and cares deeply about her friend's feelings and emotions. She's extremely loyal and honest, and it's everypony before herself. She can be kind of obnoxious, but is generally a very calm pony. Unique Traits: Daze is very quick witted and smart. In almost any situation, she can find a way out of it. She's very fast, not in just flying. Her brain works at 1000 miles a minute. She has a very active imagination, and likes to imagine herself in funny situations. Overthinking everything though, makes her seem a little paranoid. With her wings, she is really fast. She lacks being able to do awesome flips in the air, but flying around on a cloud track is was she's professionally good at. Fast enough to have a gorgeous sunset looking speed trail behind her as she glides through the air. She has an amazing knack of slowing down as well, which can be hard to control for some pegasi. History: Being born in a late winter day in the Cantorlot hospital, her parents knew she would be something special one day. Of course they thought the same to her twin sister, but something sparked more with Daze. When her parents got to take her home, they noticed how fast she learned things. So fast, they couldn't keep up with her. Her dad knew all too well how Pegasus foals acted once their wings tasted the air for the first time. He especially knew though, she was going to carry on the air sprinting name in his family. At the age of five, Daze didn't get the attention she wanted. Expecting all the attention her family members gave her from already reaching speeds higher than most ponies her age, she was disappointed at how prissy the unicorns of Cantorlot were. Of course she got bullied by the average ponies for not fitting in with their "high class" opinions. They would make fun of her looks and why she didn't like to talk to anypony. She didn't care much about them though, and she took the experiences like a champ, learning to get a thicker skin. Over the years though, she started to get insecure about her surroundings. Her parents found out that she was extremely smart in both school, and sports. They enrolled her sister in Celestia's School for Gifted Unicorns, but since Daze couldn't do magic, they ended up sending her off her the Juniors Speedsters Flight Camp, where she showed off her amazing flying skills to the other ponies. She was surprised how everypony geared towards her immediately because of her talent. Daze felt at home. After graduating flight school and earning her cutie mark, she decided to take on her family's name and become a professional air sprinter. And after her first meet, she truly knew this was what she was meant to do with her life. A little growing up photo for reference: Character Summary: Golden Daze is a quick, loyal, and sarcastic pony, just wanting to fulfil her dreams and make her dad proud. With her speed and mind, she tries her hardest to keep everypony happy, even if she is too straight forward and obnoxious.
  43. 3 points
    Yeah, I was just tossing that out there...I could see using an system of strengths and weakness to balance your character..
  44. 3 points
    Hey, Everypony! I managed to conduct the Census for the Au and those who are active and aren't. If you spot a mistake or think you are in the wrong spot in this list, please let me know as soon as possible. For our list of Active Heroes we have: Silverbolt - Ciraxis Blade Runner - Ciraxis Sunlight Sentinel - PretzelParty Moonlit Knight - PretzelParty Headless Hexxer - Pretzelparty Phantom Strider - PretzelParty Avant Garde - PretzelParty Bevel Gear - PretzelParty Shifter - Steeleagle Battlemage - Steeleagle The Equestrian - Steeleagle Lady Adventure - Steeleagle Flashmob - Kirby Krackle Machina - Moonshinetheleocat Z.E.L.D.A. - Tacobob Arcus - Pyroblaze Dolor - Pyroblaze Shui Seng - Pyroblaze Bahamut & Rosetta - Dubstep BROODMARE - Derpravener Bulwark - Derpravener Detective Stalwart - Derpravener The Corroded - Dunnie Morpheus - Dio Mutt - Mutt Prop - Switchback Stable Loop - Windwright On the Inactive list of Heroes is: Rainboom Centurion - Bramble Rose GoldStar - Davroth White Windigo - Raridash Adventivia - Smartbrony Titanium - Finite Zero For Active Neutral Characters we have: Castle Bravo - Dustycider Pursuer - Derpravener In-active Neutrals are: Masquerade - EquestrianScholar. Pummel - Bellosh101 ... On the list of Active Villains we have: Ember Ashwing - Dustycider Lightning Dust - Dustycider Platinum Gem -Princeblueblood Red Jarl: GodKiller - Steeleagle Sachadara- SteelEagle General Blindside- SteelEagle The Everfree Avenger - SteelEagle Aether Eater - SteelEagle The imperial - SteelEagle WRAITH - StealEagle The Institute - StealEagle Ossia - Ciraxis In the inactive list is: Dark Core - Dubstep .... I also have a Gdoc for this so I'll try to update it regularly with the help of other mods on the forum. (Will be updating this with information from the OP tomorrow)
  45. 3 points
    Earth Writer, still unwilling to let go of the last bit of bitterness in his heart, snorted at Fire Walker's reassurance. "Do I now? Well, that's nice. I wish you would inform certain newspaper editors of that fact." He did admittedly feel a little bit of regret after saying that, so his expression softened. "But as they're not offering, I'll take up yours. At least, if a more generous patron doesn't miraculously show up. Artist's dilemma, you understand." He perhaps didn't have the right to invoke the angst of choosing between art and compensation, having already sold out, as it were. Still, things were looking up. "Changelings?" He tilted his head back to look at Opal. "Mm, I don't think so. I mean, the magic might be the same, but from what I was told, their natural form was that of an animal." The thought caused him to take another look at the 'dog' that just walked in, but again the mare took his attention. "And I'm Earth Writer. Nice to meet ya."
  46. 3 points
    It was good that Opal liked surprises because Pinkie loved surprises and was planning on surprising Opal, so it was good that she was hopefully gonna like it because oh boy did some ponies NOT like getting surprised! "Noted and NOTED! Your party is going to be s much fun! It is always so nice to have new friends move into town. You're gonna love it! Parties can be a great place to not only meet and greet and mingle and jingle but to smooze and make all sorts of connections. What do you do for a living, Opal? Are you in some sort of gem business?" Pinkie asked, excited to know what she could about Opal. Even if it didn't seem like she was looking for important pieces of the party puzzle, she was always hunting down every little tidbit she could find. Not only was this useful now but it would help build the tapestry that was Opal Frost, a mystery that Pinkie would like to solve! Speaking of mysteries. Drinks! Berry Punch had a knack for creating the best punch in town. Bits on the table. She was the best when it came to creating the best flavors around. Pinkie downed the drink in one giant gulp, lifting the cup on high with her mouth. She tossed the cup and caught it with a hoof. "Wowie! Berry, you're getting better and better and better and better every day!" She said with a giggle. "That reminds me, I've gotta get several barrels of punch. You wouldn't believe it but my punch stockpile is getting looooooooow-" she motioned to the floor, coiling like a cat, "-and I need them HIGH!" She ended with a great leap from her position straight up several pony lengths into the sky. She landed with a softer than expected clop on her four hooves and a laugh. "Your punch may not give me wings but it certainly makes me feel that way!" Not that making Pinkie feel lighter than air was very hard. Her body was eighty percent sugar by concentration normally anyway. Her normal hyperactive behavior was only being curtailed by her relentless seeking of friend-related knowledge about the newcomers. Tiger Blood, what a name THAT was, seemed to like it rough and tumble. She liked it soft and marshmallowy, so different strokes for different folks. The mare from Neighpon known as Toboe was looking to start a business and had the...neighpon bits...to do it, it sounds like. "Nice to meet both of you!" Pinkie said as she pronked in place due to the sugar rush. "Ooh, I have an idea! Maybe Toboe can build a bar that is also a gym that acts like a fight club for Tiger Blood to join!" She giggled, "beyond that, I think you'll find some gyms but not enough fight clubs! I wouldn't know much about those. You aren't so supposed to talk about them, duh!" She continued her pronking, this time moving in a circle around everypony. "Another bar would be nice. The Watering Hole is always a little hard to get to and its always so overcrowded. Whatcha gonna have at your bar thats special and makes it all Toboey, Toboe? I like saying your name! Toboe, Toboe, Toboe!"
  47. 3 points
    With a grin, Berry Punch took up Pinkie's order. "Right you are! One SOGS punch, coming up!" She almost always named her punches after the initials of the fruits involved, though they didn't always make sense, or sound appetizing. Perhaps a sharper marketing mind might have taken her business farther, but then, that might have taken her too far away from this lovely town, and she couldn't have that! All ten of the requested cups of juice were poured into a mixing bowl, stirred in with a few cubes of ice, and then the whole thing was put in front of Pinkie, who in all likelihood would drink straight from the bowl. Berry didn't mind so much; the sweetness-loving pink pony rarely let so much as a drop spill. "There we go. And yes, Miss Toboe, I am her mother. I was with her for most of the night, so I saw to it that she wasn't taken by any ghost or ghoulie!" She giggled, the afterknowledge that all had been a harmless prank let her view the whole incident with amusement. "Anyway, I heard orders for two glasses of wine. Coming up! I think you'll like this one..." Reaching under the counter, she got out a glass decanter holding a dark purple liquid, pulling over the two exquisite crystal glasses that Opal had brought over. "This one is called Mountain Midnight, made from Cabernet Sauvignon, Merlot, and a bit of Cabernet Franc grapes. Very strong and flavorful, but you have to decant it from the bottle first and let it get a little air; if you just drink it straight off, it's a little rough and bitter. Should be nice and smooth now..." With all the care of a practiced bartender, she filled the two goblets, the room filling with the scent of dark fruits, before pushing them over to Toboe and Tiger. Upon sipping the drink, each would find it to be like smooth velvet sliding over their tongue, bringing an intense, precisely balanced taste of fruit and spice with it.
  48. 3 points
    Oh, Earth was never going to give up writing itself; it was both in his name and in his bones, not to mention the only marketable skill he could use to put food on his table. What he'd lost was any pride in his product, or shame for that matter. Hence, why Fire Walker's attempt at encouragement drew out a laugh bitter as black coffee from the bottom of the pot. "Oh, I did. That's what got me in trouble. There's surprisingly little demand for a freelance propagandist, if you can't fool anypony into thinking you're a real journalist anymore." That was as close as he'd come in a while to a public admission of guilt; much of it was externalized into a resentment of the powerful, telling himself he'd been hard done by everypony involved, from the noble who'd entrapped him to the editor who fired him. But with destitution looming, one had to discard grudges like so much ballast to keep afloat. Sighing, he settled back in the chair with the cup of cocoa. "Anyway, thanks. I'll see her with a manuscript once I've got it finished." His eyes wandered back to Taira as he took a sip. Going off to greet the Kirin... who greeted back, apparently. Once again, buried reporter senses were tingling. "You know, I heard a story once, or read it, about creatures that could disguise themselves as animals... or, perhaps, were animals that could disguise themselves as ponies. Who are also animals, I suppose. Anypony ever wondered why that distinction doesn't seem weird?" He addressed his question to Opal, as she'd just come up to the rest of the group.
  49. 3 points
    So the idea is to do a bit of this in a more comic-book esque manner. And by that I mean having post number limits on threads, naming titles and threads a certain way, etc. IE: "Applejack, The Equestrian! Issue #1 (Blindsided Part 1)" would be a thread title, and it would have 22 posts. Then the next thread would be ready and be called, ""Applejack, The Equestrian! Issue #1 (Blindsided Part 2)", have 22 posts, etc. and then you have one-shots, annuals, 'limited series', etc. How would they operate? People can, as always, if it involves just their characters, write alone. In effect getting to 'update/run' their characters and plots without waiting. However, several people can instead work together on any single issue/arc/series. Maybe they think the other character is interesting and want a crack and the two work out a quid pro quo for the other person to come help write the second person's own thread. Could work on joint posts, or post one after the other. Then you have team 'books' which can be a lot of fun, and also easy ways if allowed to make sure characters being played by inactive/infrequent posters remain involved. They also can be larger collab efforts. You also have Style books (IE; "Adventure Comics") that may heavily involve one character, but can also bounce around and be more open to a range of characters than a set team or single character. None of this is intended to replace threads as we have them now, but rather supplement them. Consistent storytelling with our characters outside of the pacing of threads as they are now can be good. And by replicating the pacing of comics themselves, the demands of posts in comic-book emulating threads can be varying. Sometimes you have a splash page with no dialogue, a mood setting panel or six, or a fight. Other times, yes, you have tons of dialogue and back and forth. Point is that while sometimes a post in one of these threads may take a while, other times you may see multiple posts in a single day depending on comic style. Combined, I think this does several things: 1- Allows people to expand stories and canons for their characters faster, whether or alone or through collaboration. 2- Keeps characters not otherwise seen in rotation. 3- Helps flesh out our world through more consistent storytelling. I have three 'comic lines' thought up for The Equestrian, Shifter, and a style comic with Lady Adventure. Beyond that, I also want to do the following: Get a listing of active players and their heroes. Get a listing of less than active players that we can still contact to get permission to use their characters. Formulate teams. Get the villain side of the order organized better using the first two methods. Once we have that done, I think we can start really pumping out some good stuff for a wide variety of characters.
  50. 3 points
    Berry had been about to nod and pack it up once again, but then she heard the little dingle of the bell over her front door. Customers! "Hold that thought for now, I've got ponies to take care of." Smiling at Opal, she was positively beaming at the shaggy-maned newcomer. "Yep, that's me! Come on in, ain't seen you 'round these parts before, I think?" She tilted her head, trying to place Toboe on the rather vague memories she had of a similar-looking mare. "Or weren't you here for Nightmare Night? Yeah, I think I remember seeing you there." Not just that, but another customer was coming in right behind! Ooh, an exotic-looking earth pony; mama like. "Well there, handsome, the nice thing about wine is that it comes in so many varieties, you can find one for any taste! Whether you like them sweet and fruity, bright and zesty, smooth and elegant, or dark and rich, I got one for all, and even more! And if you don't know what you like yet, I'll give you a sampler tasting for 5 bits! You won't find a better deal this side of Canterlot."
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