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Noedig last won the day on August 31 2015

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About Noedig

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  • Birthday 03/23/1996

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    Texas, y'all!
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    Making music, YouTube, and Roleplaying on the FiM Free-for-All!
    Others: Anime, Netflix.

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    Gale Storm

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  1. Holy crap this thing is still here. It's been so long since I've last visited LPW.
  2. Where did you find that beautiful profile picture, QuickLime?

    1. starswirlthebearded


      You're asking the wrong person. She posted in Rosie's "Post if you dare" thread in the spam stables, wherein Rosie will change your profile pic at her whim. So... Best ask Rosewind. :P

  3. hoi, welcome to canterlot. i dont like dogs as well, but not as much as u do. hav a gud tiem here, boi.
  4. "Understood." Noedig responded. "Then that's that." Gale Storm said, "I hope my powers will recover soon. Otherwise, I'll just have to make the best of it..." "You won't need it." Noedig said. "I'll be that power for this case. Keep your princess's soldiers safe and sharp. If your powers ever come back, stick to the soliders; that means better security for them to handle when we get the boy." Gale Storm thought for a second and nodded. "Fine." he said. "I'll do that. Now, if you'll excuse me, I have some things to prepare in our cargo cab." Gale Storm got up and left to do just that, leaving just Noedig and Zed to themselves. Noedig crosses his arms like Zed did, though at a later time, to think. He isn't sure with himself; on some occasions he would sigh or quietly groan. He is disturbed about something...
  5. "I've never seen her place." Gale replied. "We will need to lay out her place and system from the surface-perspective before we do anything." "Yes. I can only give you this strategy; Do some reconnaissance first, then incapacitate her army as simultaneously as possible." Noedig said to them. "It would have to be initiated as a stealth attack, but they would be alerted after that happens. So, while they're distracted with that, one or two other persons capable of covert ops will locate the boy and retrieve him from a different entrance. What happens after retrieving the boy is up to you people to decide." he then says his next words to Zed. "This isn't my son, so it's clear that it isn't my place to judge her, Zed."
  6. "... Let's think about what we're going to do on getting your son back." Noedig suggested. "So," Gale said coming by to sit next to Zed, to talk with them, "I have multiple plans in mind, but I'd like to hear your plans first."
  7. Noedig having seated parallel to Zed, he heard him beating himself. He has heard many fathers beating themselves like this, including himself apparently. He detests the ignorance of their situation. "A bad father is man who intentionally abandons his family." he said to him. "A bad father is a man that exploits his family. And a bad father can also be a man that regrets having a child." Noedig softly shakes his head at him. "You are nothing like these men, so don't beat yourself for it. You only have the queen and her wyvern to blame for that." he then says something which could have sounded remorseful or simply a statement. "I failed to get your son back. I shouldn't have failed, but I did. Does that make me a bad man?"
  8. Well done on the background and the atmosphere! It's very warm.
  9. Haven't seen you in a long time! How you been?

  10. "Hmm. I'd like to see him try." Malagog scoffed in a sinister tone. "So, thank you for your hope on our preparedness. I'll put it to good use." With that said, he closed the door quickly. Very quickly. "Grah!" He grunts. He crawls on his four legs back down the stairs with great distaste. "I'd better not be anywhere close to any boiling damnation for months after this!" He monologues. "I'd demand compensation... but my cursed allegiance makes that impossible!" Frustrated and finished, and resumes his work. Gale Storm had also finished his preparations for the Frozen North, but he won't be able to put his special abilities to as much use than usually, due to recent issues which only he, his grandfather, and Celestia understand (which isn't old age). He will help out with plans and guidance, flight, physical combat, and nothing more. "Rrrgh!" Gale Storm growled as he entered the main hall. "Of all the times to be in this condition..." Noedig was curious about that statement. "Condition?" "I can't use my powers." He said. "They're disabled for now." "That's a shame..." Noedig said. Sincerely. Gale Storm's powers go off for a long while due to over-exhaustion. A really long while. "I'll live." He said. "Let's get going. The train is ready for departure." They went to the train station to get to the Crystal Empire, the closest empire to the Frozen North. They all got on board, and the train went off with its passengers of three dozen soldiers and the three. The train ride will take three hours to get to its destination.
  11. Malagog listened his submission and put him on the ground. He did not prod or even poke him to go, he only waited for him to go inside. "This door will not be locked. You are welcome to leave your room to do other things, if the Queen thinks it is acceptable." Malagog said to him. "But keep in mind: Any attempt to escape will be futile--even through that small window. There is no clever way out of this. Understood?" "All the more reason to use something that is only weak against extreme heat." Noedig pointed out. "Anyway, you do that... meanwhile, I'll just be around with the princesses until we leave." And so he walks out of his room, heavily stepping with ease with his sword on his back. He arrived at the main hall, where the Princesses were at. "Ah, sir Noedig. Good to see you again." She said to him, unaware of the knowledge of his recent dilemma. "Are you well, though?" "Peachy." He replied. "For the most part. I've come to discuss something with you." "What do you want to discuss about?" Celestia asked. "I want to discuss about royalty." He said. "The kind that currently exists in Equestria, that is. Specifically, who is Queen Diana Frostmere? Aside that she resides in the Frozen North, and commands an undead army of skeletal horses and a massive, undead dragon-- a wyvern--named Malagog." He comes closer slowly with two steps toward her, not with any hostility, but with curiosity. "Who is she?" "... Are you curious about your opponent because of what her subjects did to you?" She asked. "No." He said. "Being as old as I am now, my intuition is disturbingly sharp. This queen has something to do with you. Was Involved with you. At least... in the far past." He steps away. "I'm not judging you. I can't criticize what's been done in your past because I think you already understand that." "That's correct." She said. "I'm impressed that you'd think she has anything to do with me on a such personal level." "I won't explain how I came up with that deduction. So instead, I'll ask again." He said, and then asks, "Who is she?" Celestia sighs. She's never spoken to anyone about this, to anyone who isn't preferably family to her. She has written it down, but that was different. She's only met him since yesterday, and he already got this much information without touching a sensitive subject to anyone until now. "Alright." She said. "I'll tell you about her as briefly as possible: "Long ago, Diana Frostmere, among us three, was a part of the making of Equestria. My sister ruled the Night, I ruled the Day and Summer, and Diana ruled the Winter. It was our responsibility to take care of our inhabitants. After some time, Diana Frostmere, however, questioned her role in our world. She questioned that winter is resented by life, and that she shouldn't have to do her part because she believes she does not get accepted. My sister and I dismissed her questioning and scorned her for that. And in response, she turned against us by attempting an eternal winter in Equestria. Using all our powers, my sister and I fought against her plans and succeeded. We banished her to the Frozen North. So, she has been living there ever since." Noedig listened carefully and acknowledged this. He believed that their dismissing her and scorning her only made things worse for Diana, but he did not wish to speak this. This is what he suspected from her and she understood this. So, he kept it to himself. "I see." He said. "Thank you for telling me, Princess Celestia." "It wasn't a pleasure, but it felt necessary." She replied. "So, thank you for not feeling less of us." "Certainly." Noedig said to her.
  12. Malagog was now doing as told. He used his right clawed paws to gently pick the boy up. He was being gentle enough to not hurt him, but strong enough to not let him loose from his grip. "You heard her Highness, little boy." He said. He began moving to the side of the hall, to an entrance of the spire, where his room is. "Let's get you warmed up in your room." After entering the entrance, they were met with spiraling stairs. Malagog swiftly snaked his way up the stairs to the top, at the top was a reinforced door, made of ice-cold metal. Malagog opened the door with his spare claws, and opened it. "This is the warmest place you'll get in the Frozen North." He said to Alex. "So, get in there. Or would you rather freeze yourself to death, and break not only Queen Diana Frostmere's heart, but your parents' as well?" He mentally smirks at himself. Either way, He thinks, if things go well, you'll break your parents' hearts regardless. Listening till his request, he finally responds with a grunt, "Hmm." He then gets off his bed to check something in his bag. "One moment..." He said. "I need to get something from this for you and me to use." Taking out the item from the bag. He hands it over to him. They're four small little round things, with two others that have something sticking out, fit for human ears. "These are ear-phones." He begins explaining. "They're absolutely elemental-proof except for extreme heat, up to seven hundred kelvins." He splits one of each things in both hands, one round and one pointy-round. "You know what kelvins are, yes? Anyway, this one round piece will allow you to hear what I can say, and this other pointy piece will allow you to speak to me." He reaches his right hand out to Zed. "Wear them on either ears. Like this." He demonstrates the procedure to wearing them for Zed. "Currently, they're off. To turn it on, gently press on the round item. Then you may hear and speak, if mine are on as well." He walks off to reload his revolver, he's already carrying enough bullets for whatever comes. He then picks up his sheathed sword and puts it on him. Since he is wearing the sword's weight, his steps are heavier. He walks back to the bed, and fetches something else in his bag. He takes out what appears to be a foil-wrapped food-bar. He unwraps it half-way, lowers his face-mask, and then eats a part of it. He then lowers himself again to pick up his glasses with his spare hand to put it back on him. Swallowing his food, he then says. "Let's get Alex back, Zed."
  13. Having been told what he should be doing with that glare, Malagog silently winced with repressed rage. He is very prideful of himself, it's rare that he is criticized for something like this, for someone so... seemingly weak. He can't talk back, he wishes to, but her hold over him makes it impossible to do so. It holds him down in a deep pit, where the only other thing is light, and that light is Diana Frostmere. The only light which he can see, feel, and live on, and no other. "Yes, my Queen..." He said. "I'll be more... gentle." It is pitch black, void of anything but one... Noedig. He is sure that he can sense, there's just nothing to sense. Unless you count that small chuckle somewhere in the void."Ah... he's back in limbo, I see." The voice speaks. It speaks without a body to hinder its voice and thought. It doesn't sound very intelligent, but it does sound old. Ancient, perhaps. "But not for long." "Not for long?" He asks the voice. "But I just got here. How can I return to reality as of now? My... whatever it was that brought me here, it did it again." "Not exactly..." the voice speaks. "You didn't do this to yourself, not EXACTLY, but you did leave an opening for someone." "Someone, you say?" Noedig replied. "Was it the sad man?" "No, not the sad man. He can't even get to your head like he did to the sweet thing." It replied. "It was someone new. You just confronted it not too long ago. It likes to mess with you." "Hmm..." Noedig hummed. "Confronted someone new... it likes to... Ah, the bloody horned one!" "Correct!" It says, proud of silly Noedig's deduction. "Would you like a treat for that?" "I'd love one, please." He says, eagerly wanting one. The treat... whatever it was, it appeared before Noedig for him to grab. He does so, and consumes it childishly. "Mm! Gud shtuff." He remarks, rudely too. "Hey, master father taught you better about eat-y things!" The voice reminds him gently. "Mm!" Noedig hums. He then swallows, clearing his mouth to say, "Sorry, it was just so delectable." "Dee-leck-able? Funny word." It says. "But enough treating! The bloody horned one did this to you. You know, yes?" "Yes, yes, I recall a bit of it. How'd he do it?" Noedig asked. "He caught you when you were most take-able!" It said. "You failed to get the wingy boy." "Poor wingy boy!" He exclaimed. "Yes! That's what you want." It said, applauding Noedig for finding his motivation. "But... reality sucks, pal." Noedig said, doubting the voice. "If I managed to get in here, then I don't deserve to go back conscious." "C-conscious? What's that?" It said. "It's been so long since I heard hard silly-bills." "Awake, pal." He said, making it simpler. "To do things restricted to reality." "Re... restricted?" It asked, worried about thst word. "That sounds like something I don't like..." "Never mind that, we can just do stuff here, yeah?" Noedig said. "So let's do stuff! Show me something you can make, pal!" "Oh, sure! Just let me... wait, no. No, this is wrong!" It said. "You're forgetting about relativity!" "Reality." Noedig corrected it. "How do you know that word?" "Don't worry! Just get back out there!" It said, worried for Noedig. "Why? What good can it ever do being awake for whatever it did to me?" Noedig questioned it. "Because you're not a weak-minded pal, buddy." It said, slightly frustrated. "You're the Antiquis!" Noedig fell silent at the word for a long while. "... Antiquis." "Yes! Antiquis!" It exclaimed. "Hard word, but worth the time spent here!" "I... I'm remembering things now. But... how?" He asked. "I'm in limbo, aren't I? I shouldn't know exactly when I repress my memories in limbo." "Pal, even if you know now, you'd still have to find a way out of here, unless someone else wakes you up!" It said. "Who'd ever want to..." Noedig faltered, he hears something else in the void. A voice he's heard before. Someone recent, hopefully good. He speaks his name. Actually shouting at him to snap out of it. "... Is that Zed?" "Don't care, too much knowing. You're leaving now! Have a good time being con-suss!" It says, happy to see him leave. "It's pronounced--" A hard slap suddenly shocked his head, which shifted his brain-cells to start working again. "CONSCIOUS!" He shouts. He groans at the severe headache he's experiencing. "Oh, God... You literally knocked out my limbo... that's supposed to be virtually impossible, you know?" "Sweet Celestia! He's come back to life again!" The guard yelled. "Are you a sarcastic zombie this time?" "No!" Noedig said strenly. "Get out, you paranoid creature!" The guard does just that, even resuming work. Noedig sighed. "Okay... how much of what's been said did you hear me scream about? Be honest."
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