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What a beautiful day. The sun was shining high in the sky above, the air was so warm and the clouds brought brief relief whence it passes over the sun to cast a dark shadow. There are ponies every which way and that; enjoying their afternoon on the park benches.. or there are foals on the playground.. Or older colts playing a rousing gave of hoofball. Young mares with their hoolahoops and an old grandmare feeding the pigeons. It were almost picture perfect, the kind of scenery that only box art could rival. Where everypony was either smiling or looked content beyond their years? They knew not of the struggle some faced all but a few meters away, through the trees and in another grassy opening; a meadow by a humungous rock. ============= KRACKATOMMMMmmm! A powerful ray of thick, off-white blue energies blasting through the air, colliding with a small, sapphiric shield, refracting off in all directions. Where's upon the slopes of a frosty mountain there stand two ponies. One tall, powerful unicorn stallion and one beautiful Pegasus mare. Each gifted with long, flowing white manes and piercing red eyes... The male bore a bladed horn; the magic withering away briefly so that he might collapse. "Lancaster!", the mare catches him; her right eye covered in but a ragged black eyepatch; bearing incredible scars and bladed wings that shimmered and clacked together with even the slightest movements. They were both sunk down several feet into the ice; bunkered against the blast which had come from something even they had not prepared for. "That were.. a most powerful attack..", he murmured quietly.. his legs trembling as he does so valiantly attempt to pull himself back to his feet, "I am just a bit sapped is all.. Nothing to worry.. Agh!..." The mare gasps, "You are hurt.. Your horn is steaming!" "I overclocked the shield, nothing more!", The darker, olive brown stallion "... Hm hm hmm..", the air thickens as a very dense voice; filtered with such deafening power washed around them. The land shook.. the air grew colder. Snow belted off the ground and high into the air. The light brown mare's piercing red eye glint to mere pinpricks.. looking up... and up... and up. Into the eyes of a great and powerful Frost Wyrm. A giant by even standard, dragonic proportions. Who's sheer presence lay waste to the land around him... climbing his way out from the underside of the mountain peak, "Foolish little Equines. You dare to venture so high into the mountains. To dragon's peak? You dare to challenge my territory? You dare to challenge ME?!-", the air itself rattled.. the mighty drake revealing his armada of teeth. His wing hands slammed into the rock.. articulating such that he could rip the rest of himself free. Massive plates shutter and grind with each and every movement while his hind legs eventually clammer up.. standing before them.. Almost on top of the two near defenseless ponies. His eyes an icy blue.. his body mixtures of greys, off-whites and frost sea. A behemoth of a wicked creature forged by greed. "You dare challenge Fraule?!~", it booms, "You barely stand after all but one blast.. What hope do you have?", his head craned down... shoveling snow in his jaws before his cold.. moist breath rocked over the two.. leaving a coat of frost on their much smaller, near-microscopic bodies by comparison. http://imgur.com/vQMJHzX Both Lilly and Lancaster's gorgeous dark cloaks flutter in the breeze laidened upon the mountainside, facing this daunting task. The shorter Pegasus leans into her elder brother, "What... do we do?", she shudders. His red eyes shift between she and the dragon, "... I am not beaten yet.. But I need.. T-time..", they are both perpetually freezing, "-Look out!" FWOOM! The ground lifts beneath them as a huge tail begins something of a small avalanche; sending the flying into the air and back down into the cold, fluffy snow, "MEHAHAHAHAAA!! You Assume I cannot hear you! Meddling ponies! I am a dragon!" They land several meters apart from one another; struggling to climb back to their hooves whilst Lancaster rises, his white mane fluttering in the cold wind; his horn blazes with light, "Enough of your rambling monster! Have at you! FIREBALL!!", like a loud, rattling cannon a mighty fireball licks from deep within his core.. shooting straight for the dragon; bouncing off and blasting apart upon the beast's massive chest as though it were nothing more than a petty firework. "Hmhmhmmm...hmm...", the Wyrm begins to slowly advance.. taking it's time as it looms ever closer. Able to ignore the numerous arrows plinking off of even it's huge, flaring eyes. "My scaling alone provides me with armor far beyond what your petty magicks can summon, Child. You will both make an excellent treat... As I do so admire your tenacity..." =========== "Aw come on this is like.. too hard!", complained a small filly named Lilly, who were still laying on the grass about two meters away. Her mane was in fact.. not white; it were a straightened, downy black. And she wore sweet, emerald green eyes as opposed to red. The tiny pegasis tucked her wings and puffed out her cheeks very tightly, "Fraule is OP!" The same could be said for her brother, Lancaster. His real, given name were something far more.. unusual; Umekile. A darker, olive brown unicorn colt who's horn was in fact.. straight and curled much like everypony elses. His eyes were a piercing sapphire. And his mane? Well! It too was black; not Elven white. "Lilly shoosh! I'm trying." "Hey! You said I could be the dragon! And I'm a super big dragon! And dragons are tough!", protests the third companion of them... another unicorn. Who's coat was an icy blue; a frazzled, creamy white mane and yellow eyes. Atop his head was that which marked him the dragon... A small, gray lizard; an Anole. who emotionlessly twitched it's head to and fro.. the height not too high enough that it would hurt jumping down.. but too high enough to want to even if the three of them were all very small. "I don't have any magic spells! And you said my arrows don't do anything to you!", The smallest of the three whines. "Well yeah, duh! I'm a dragon! You're using plain iron arrows aren't you?" "I was using my Diamond tipped arrows!" "Ohhh!... Then they maaade-" Umekile steps in with a sneer, "They made dents in your armor and are getting lodged in your scales! Like a pincushion!", he clips his hoof against the grassy floor beneath them, "Another few good shots and I think one should get lodged in your eyeball!" "WHAT?-... Aww.. Alright I guess. Diamonds.. Pfft!", the blue unicorn with the frazzled cream mane was Cryoshock; an equally nerdy but more stout compared to his tall, lanky friend in front of him, "Okay! But remember.. That landing damaged your wingblades, Lilly! And Ume!... My chestscales are waaay to tough for a simple fireball." "Oh.. Alright! I'll just have to try harder!" "So you would think!", Cryoshock grins, his horn glowing; but his eyes go cross as the lizard crawls down the front of his face, looking into his left eye, "Hey! Fraule! Get back up there!" Most of their commotion is hidden by a small layer of trees and brush. Lilly then asks, "Hey.. We're on a mountain right?" "Yes." Both Cryoshock and Umekile answer simultaneously, as if slightly annoyed. The sweet little Pegasus hops to her tiny hooves and then proudly proclaims, "Okay!-" ======= Whilst the Wicked Wyrm's attention is pilfered and drawn by the loud boasts of her tenacious elder brother. The mare pulls herself from the snow, grunting and weakened.. Her wing extends; grabbing for her bow, "Almost-!... Agh!... Gotteem!", she squeaks. Lillith draws a thick headed arrow from her now snowed-in quiver. Striking a match and lighting it ablaze, "KEep talking Ume-I mean Lancaster!", she whispers as she takes aim.. and releases the flaming arrow high above the dragon; a mighty 1000meter climb to a peak above them. Followed by a small BOOM... The two bickering males turn their head up; yes even the dragon's attention is drawn to the heavens above as the earth begins to shake. "Lillith! What have you done?!", cries Lancaster as he immediately begins to hop toward her through the deep snow.. trying not to stumble over while Fraule is distracted by the coming torrent of snow and Ice. "Burying the dragon!", she answers as she yelps, getting swept in by her brother.. A shield casting while the roar of that great drake was drowned out by a mighty, mile-deep avalanche of ice, snow and rock! ========= Back to reality the three small ponies merely TOSSED themselves to the left.. With Umekile hunkered over his smaller sister and Cryoshock taking his small, pet lizard Fraule into his hooves and making a garbled "RAAAWWRBRBRBRBRLLRL!"
(LOL So I met this guy on Omegle and I think this RP we've begun out of NOWHERE is just Amazing. Now. It has a very feudal setting. Take it at face value.) ======= (We'll use the Castle of the Two Sisters and assume it's in one piece. With a settlement around it and Walls. Think King's Landing kinda.) === It were a wonderful day to make a royal decree; the sun was out in force, shining hot across the land with nothing but a few clouds in the sky to dapper the warm, partially humid air. Golden light swathed over the floors down every corridor partial to the exterior of the grand castle. Servants of many shapes, sizes, birthrights and blood were adrum with activity. Primarily suited to the dining hall and Ball room. Outside they would be preparing the celebratory banners; in far better condition that the usual flags and sigils that hung down on less special occasions. Guards marched the grounds in force more regularly to ensure nothing would muddle today's experience. Bathtubs were filled with sparkling hot, bubbly water and kept heated for if ever the royal pair would need to wash themselves in preparation for the day at hoof. And not to mention the sheer chaos rummaging about inside! Food was to be laid out and done so to perfection. Chairs were alligned with every table. Flowers and their bouquets made up their own invading army. New candles placed into the chandeliers to be lit by Pegasi butlers later that night. Carpets rebuffed and dusted. Windows cleaned! Cake test-tasted! Wines selected! Music attuned! Paintings readjusted or swapped with new, more punctual designs! It were as modern a medieval setting could become at least with the application of ponies who just HAD to know what they were doing to have their Princesses' castle looking superior to any and ALL across the land. And after all. So many houses would be joining the festivities today. To what circumstance? They had no idea. Just that one of the most powerful houses would be hosting today... and that many if not all but the least trusted would attend. The reason being kept a secret until the wine was poured at the start of the Feast and Buffet!... Maids scurried along, carrying or wearing very fanciful dresses... Every room had some sort of flare added to bring out the colors... It was disgusting how much effort everypony was putting into this one occasion. But... If BOTH Sisters emphasized it.. and then Twilight Sparkle emphasized it... and then Lady Rarity emphasized it.. then it must be a pretty big announcement. "Now this is what I call insanity.", A rough and tumble orange mare huffed; her southern accent now non-existant as she lived in a more Feudal time. Wearing her family's more traditional battle armor/dress that did do well to bring out SOME of the feminine mystique found in a family of Free Ponies. Lands that belonged to them and not the nobles. This brought them under constant danger... but they were stubborn. The Apple Family was known for being prime fighters. Those who loyaly served Princess Celestia. "Oh Applejack darling you simply must understand~ Twilight has NEVER gone on such a tirade when she informed me that this occasion absolutely NEEDED to be perfection incarnate. This is not insanity!... This is almost feeing rushed!", the mare feigns in place, her mane done up in a wonderful bun while many, silky strands hung down over her lovely sapphire eyes, "I hardly EVER manage this much work in one day! Let alone in my dressings!..." The pompous nature of one of her non-family born friends got quite the extensive eye roll out of AJ. Rarity were a dear companion and faithful ally to her house and the Sisters... but gosh could she be a ludicrous fashionista at times, "I'm quite certain YOU aint the one doin much of anything, My Lady." "Directing all of this movement builds up quite a sweat, darling. Surely you know how it feels! The stress of commanding so many ponies at once?" "Uh.. yeah. Though usually some of mine don't come back. And they sure as hay aint settin up a Buffet.", she huffed, "What's the big deal about this festivity anyway? Ya'll never go this far off your rockers." "Thats what I'm fairly in the dark about myself now that I think about it!...", the soft white mare haltd in place, gazing up at a banner before gasping, "WHO DID THIS?!" Everypony in a servantry uniform stopped dead and looked the Ladies' way. Rarity grabbed the bottom of the long fabric.. and turned to show them a small teastain, "THIS... IS... UNACCEPTABLE!... Quickly! You You and YOU... Fetch us another! And YOU will wash this one!" They all in sloppy unison nod and say, "Yes Lady Rarity!...", grining sheepishly or frowning full of dread as they took the banner and quickly hurried off to fix the 'grievous' err. "... Really? Ah didn't even notice that!" "Oh Applejack you were FAR too busy noticing what I wanted you to notice!... Everything else is for me to spy and eliminate before somepony else does <3" There were sudden yelps and servants were hurrying quickly in the other direction as shouts and angry stomping could be heard approaching the two important ponies. Captain Nacht of the Night Guard and Captain Gleaming of the Day Guard respectively, suddenly stepped into the hall, their armour shining in and their postures radiating that of power and also an elegance only a knight could possess. Whilst there were houses that held the titles of defenders of respective parts of the Kingdom there still had to be a dedicated Royal Guard and this is where they came in. Small in number, maybe 500 men between them or so they made up for their lack of an army by being worth 10 stallions to one of them and every Royal Guard was considered a grand fighter and probably a veteran. Captain Gleaming, a tall, white Unicorn stallion with a silver mane was in charge of the personal guard that were tasked with laying down their lives for Princess Celestia and managing the general security of the palace during the day, if not specifically the city whilst Captain Nacht, a Unicorn as well with a jet black coat and a pearly white mane was tasked with the exact same job but for Luna… to say the two got on very well would be a total lie and they were currently in a heated argument. “You’re a ****ing idiot if you think that your guards are going to be manning the exits Gleaming, this ceremony takes place mainly in the night and so MY GUARD will man them. You can stick by your Princess and I shall stick by mine and that is all I will say about the matter” Nacht spat, his thick Germanic accent obvious as Gleaming, a more… Equestrian stallion in both features and tongue retaliated “The celebration was ordered by both sisters and they tell that they will both make a grand decree and so we should BOTH show presence, not just your ****ing mangey lot!” They looked as if they were about to pull swords on one another and their separate entourages looked no better as they eyed each other with suspicion their honour bound to two separate sides of the crown. “My men are the finest Unicorns and Earth ponies in the land and my Thestrals are an ancient race that easily outfly your scraggly pegasi!” he yelled, his face turning red as he locked horns with his ‘colleague’ the situation obviously going to escalate lest something was done to stop it.
This character is not what she appears. Lol in the sense she is a changeling. Often Mirrage is seen as silent and given an emotionless stare coupled with very expressive movements; such as the shoulders, eyes and ears. Wings as well. She is very dutiful to whomever she serves. Originally she was the competent lacky; the yes-man of a villain I'd once conceptualized. The humor of her was that she nevers talk though she CAN in fact talk. The villain would ask something deep or in need of advice... and just when she opens her mouth he'd cut her off like "Wait! No you're right, that's BRILLIANT!!" and she would just idly go back to reading her book. However; Mirrage does talk fluently when disguised as other ponies. She is an exceptionally powerful changeling with several custom forms she uses to do battle with others; including the Great Dogling... a huge, Diamond Dog-like beast capable of punching down doors and causing a good lot of destruction. Unless commanded to do so, she is not outwardly hostile. In fact she'd prefer to laze on a pillow and read or draw.
(Inspired by the events of today's episode...) So someone accidentally activated Starswirl the Bearded's unfinished spell before Twilight Sparkle had a chance to complete it. What opposite destiny and "wrong" cutie mark did you get stuck with before she fixed it?