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  1. 11 points
    Hello Canterlot, You will have noticed that the site has not been updated in a very long time. My work on site development has not been up to par and you deserve an explanation why. It is no secret that I have had trouble with my health over the past few years. I deal with chronic pain often and I have had a lot of trouble with cognitive tasks, especially those that require leadership and learning. Further compounding issues, my mother suffered a stroke a few weeks ago. She is doing much better after surgery and intensive care, but will require continued supportive care to ensure that she does not develop complications. My poor health coupled with the necessity to assist with long-term care for my mother have pushed me to the unfortunate realization that I just do not have the mental and physical ability to continue work as site host and developer. It is thus with great regret that I must tender my resignation as administrator of Canterlot. My anticipated time frame for step down is the end of the year. What this DOES NOT mean is the sudden termination of the forum or the Discord server or the dissolution of the community. What this DOES mean is that Canterlot will not receive any further active development from me. We the staff are currently in the process of developing a transition plan that will minimize stress and hassle for everyone. Keep an eye on the News and Updates subforum and the #announcements Discord channel for updates as they are posted. In the meantime, the Discord and forums will continue to run normally. Please leave questions and comments HERE and I will do my best to answer them as I am able. While I will no longer be in charge, I will try to make time and energy available to assist with the transition and perhaps even return to RP as a normal player as I am able. It is my hope that even if I am no longer in charge, you will all continue to carry forward all the lessons that MLP has taught us. Thank you, Canterlot, for giving me these years of friendship and magic.
  2. 9 points
    Hey friends! First off, I would like to apologize for how long it took to ban Robi. I know mediocre RP can only be tolera... Wait, what? You mean that's not the announcement? OH! The -other- announcement... Canterlot and its user base are not what they were years ago -- we're not the same people with the same amount of time we once had. Since I joined up, I've gone through college, been married and divorced, and worked across 4 different jobs. I still haven't finished FiM, though I have a fair idea of how the story ended. I think this site has always carried a meta parallel to the cartoon it was based around, as characters have come and gone, changes have happened, and important choices made. The story has officially ended. Now it's time to respectfully end my story in developing the site here and allow new people with different visions and capacities to take the fore. This place we've made together has given me sanctuary when I've needed it, as we've written our own stories inspired by the special qualities that early Friendship is Magic fostered. I'm happy to say that what we have built here is something incredibly special and precious. Since I joined 8 years ago to a burgeoning community, we've faced quite a few challenges -- rogue admins, rogue moderators, rogue users, getting hacked, spam bots, even predatory types using our site for unscrupulous means. We've risen above them all, handled a change over of admins twice, forum software, forum hosts, chat platforms, and managed to give this community a worthy journey to where we are now. On the front side, this site was a roleplay community; in the background, it has created lasting friendship, improved, and even saved lives. It's given us a lot to think about and process. It was a platform that I think went beyond the original bounds we intended for it. All that said, Dio and I thought that this would be the end cover to an otherwise rich story. We're happy to say that we've had an incredible outpouring of support from our staff, several of whom are willing to carry on the site. I will be doing my best in coming days to lend my support for our next set of leaders as we hand the reins over, with my official retirement respectfully coinciding with Dio's. I will still be hanging around this community, as well as the Discord, so I'm not going anywhere. I'm glad there will be a home for us for time yet to come. I'm eager to see what the next chapter will be. Thank you for allowing me to protect and lead this site; you're all truly the best. To our staff, I can't thank you enough; you've worked tirelessly over the years through your volunteer efforts to support our community here, and you've helped thousands of players find joy and entertainment through your support. Finally, to Dio. More than I can express, you've allowed this site to continue existing through your boundless generosity and effort, I can surmise your efforts as nothing less than herculean. More than that, you're my friend, and I hope that with the site in safe hands, our journey forward will lead us to better places. I'll be walking right next to you, giving you my shoulder as we find out what's next. Madelyne Rose, Retiring Admin of Canterlot.com The Blood Quill, Wolf Mother
  3. 5 points
    (post written between myself and SteelEagle) It was time! The music had changed to the processional, the atmosphere was balmy with just a hint of autumn chill to the breeze, the guests were waiting on bated breath! Windy Whistles, mother of the bride came first. It was easy to see she was giddy with pride as she made her way to her and Bow's seats up front. Next there was quite a line of bride's maids. They walked two by two up the straw covered isle. First came Fluttershy and Spike. The dragon trotted next to the pegasus only fussing with his bow tie once on the way. The two made their way side by side and then split one to either side when they got up front. These were followed by Sweetie Belle and Scootaloo. The two fillies strutted up looking a little nervous and very excited. Scoots blushed furiously as she missed a step and almost stumbled. Thankfully Sweetie was by her side and they made their way up taking each side. Next came Gilda and Coloratura. A few ponies gasped to see the famous star at the wedding. The stage was flanked by friends and family as Pinkie Pie, RD's best mare walked out onto the isle. As per usually she couldn't keep with the processional rhythm and ended up bouncing her way to her place! Scootaloo raised an eyebrow and Pinkie mouthed "what?!" Before smiling and turning to face the guests. Now came Bow Hothoof with his beloved daughter on his arm. Having her supportive if not overly so father there helped calm Rainbow. She strutted down the isle smiling at friends, trying to ignore the thrum of her heart. Her father kissed her cheek and went to sit next to Windy while RD stood up front. Twilight walked the isle next, keeping in perfect beat with the music. She smiled and gave a wink to RD as she stood next to her good friend. "Relax," she smiled to her friend. RD visibly relaxed, her wings settling deeper next to her sides. Rarity was next, right before the flower fillies and then the bride! Rarity was stunning and caused a few more gasps as she made her way to stand opposite of Pinkie Pie as AJ's best mare. After all of this, the music changed again. Every creature stood and turned to face the back of the aisle… Applejack made her way down the aisle, or what counted for one, as the music reached its crescendo. Now that she was doing it, it felt like all the worry and all the concerns she had melted away. She saw RD, she saw her friends, she saw her family and she knew this was perfect. She walked down the aisle and reached where she was intended to be, Granny Smith there with her the whole way. When she reached the end, Granny Smith leaned in, gave her a kiss on the cheek with tears in her eyes, and let her go as she went to take a seat. They weren't going to force the elder Apple to stand and take part too much. She took her place across from RD, looking into her eyes and smiling to try and stop herself from crying with joy. She felt like such a little filly right now, giddy as could be, and forgetting for the moment just how tired she felt. Love could do that. Twilight looked at her friends. She wanted to explode with how happy she was for them, but they had chosen her as their officiant. She had taken that responsibility seriously and even now pushed down her trilling sense of happiness. As the two took their positions she smiled, and a book levitated in front of her. She had written down her remarks and other notes and had memorized it, but wasn't going to take chances. This needed to go perfectly. They deserved it. The music calmed and silenced itself when the book was raised, and Twilight began. "Hello everypony and welcome. We are here on this beautiful day to witness the act of love." "Love is the magic that has brought Applejack and Rainbow Dash together and through that magic, we are joining them today. But what do we mean by love? When we love, we see things other ponies do not see. We see beneath the surface, to the qualities which make our beloved special and unique. To see with loving eyes is to know inner beauty. And to be loved is to be seen, and known, as we are known to no other. One who loves us gives us a unique gift: a piece of ourselves, but a piece that only they could give us. We who love, can look at each other’s life and say, “I touched her life,” or, “I touched this life,” just as an artist might say, “I touched this canvas. Those brushstrokes in the corner of this magnificent mural, those are mine. I was a part of this life, and it is a part of me.” “Marriage is to belong to each other through a unique and diverse collaboration, like two threads crossing in different directions, yet weaving one tapestry together. The secret of love and marriage is to be in love and in trust, to know in your hearts that you want only the best for each other. It takes dedication. To stay open to one another, to learn and grow, even when it is difficult to do so. And it takes belief to go forward together without knowing what the future holds for you both. Belief in each other, and belief in yourself. The true art of married life is an inner journey unique to each yet jointly shared through trials and tribulations as readily as successes. It is a mutual enrichment, a give and take between two personalities. A mingling of two endowments, which diminishes neither, but enhances both. It is, ultimately, the emergence of the best selves of each pony. It is a supreme sharing of experience, and an adventure in the most intimate of relationships a pony can have. It is the joyous union of two ponies whose comradeship and mutual understanding have flowered in romance.” “Today Applejack and Rainbow Dash proclaim their love and commitment to the world and we gather here to rejoice, with and for them, in the new life they now undertake together." Twilight took a breath and looked at her friends. She wanted to just commit them to this union right then, but there was a way of doing this in a traditional sense and she knew if nothing else Applejack would appreciate it. "Now I ask you, Applejack and Rainbow Dash to take into consideration the magnitude and significance of the vows about to be taken. There are many implications involved when two people commit to a lifetime of love. Let us take a moment to reflect on those implications and acknowledge that along with the celebration of marriage there is depth and meaning in the pledges you will be making to one another and it is with much determination, acceptance, forgiveness, respect, loyalty and love that builds the foundation for a strong and enduring marriage. Rainbow Dash, having taken this into consideration, what do you have to say?" She asked, setting the stage for Rainbow Dash to say her vows. Rainbow's heart swelled as Twilight mentioned her element in her list of pledges towards the end of her words. She could do that, she could do all of the things Twilight was talking about! She could be that pony for AJ. RD had decided for herself after a long list of mess ups that she was going to be different. Especially now that their second little one was being born. She would be there. She would be loyal. She would... oh Celestia! She was supposed to be saying this out loud! RD cleared her throat, dropping the emerald gaze of her beloved for a moment to pull a crumpled paper from her vest pocket. She glanced at it and then held it down. She could do this without her notes. "AJ, you're..." She sucked in a breath. "When I think about..." she shook her head. No that wasn't right, it wasn't what her heart was saying. "I love you Applejack. Plain and simple, I love you." There, this was feeling better. "You are the piece that puts my everyday together. You are my everything. I don't know how to tell you the depths of what I feel for you, I can tell you again, how I fell for you." She gazed into AJ's eyes, her mind going back to that special Running of the Leaves. "You were my biggest adversary, the hardest competition I've ever had, or will have. I trained for that day. I had to beat you. I had to be the better of us. I was focused on winning, focused on crossing that finish line before you." She swallowed lightly. "I remember that moment my focus shifted from the finish line to you. Just you. Your drive, strength, determination. You went from my biggest adversary to my heart's desire in an instant." Blush. "Of course I couldn't tell you that!" "That’s not how Rainbow Dash does things!" She smiled as some chuckles went up from the guests. Everypony knew that wasn't RD's style. "So the competition waged on! It was the best way to spend time with you and get to know you better. All the while I fell harder and harder." Her voice softened. "Our first kiss, first dates, all of that. Then our living at the farmhouse with you. Our little Zap Apple... our new little one." Her heart pounded with excitement and pride. "And I get the honor," she spoke gently. "The privilege to stand by your side. There's no pony else, nothing else for me. It's you AJ. From that magic moment when I saw you for real until my last breath, it's you." She ruffled her wings. "I love you Applejack, and I'm so stoked to spend my life with you!" Twilight wasn't surprised at all by the display of emotions that came flowing from Rainbow. Twilight knew of their vows but not how they'd be delivered, and the infectious excitement. A smile couldn't help but grow on her face though as she turned to Applejack. "Applejack, having heard Rainbow Dash's vows to you as her intended, do you wish now to respond?" Applejack was a traditional mare at heart. Rainbow Dash had said a lot about how she came to love, came to honor Applejack, and expressed it in words that were strikingly earnest and completely hers. Applejack didn't think she had to do that. She had evidence of their love walking around and another stark reminder inside of her, ready to burst out at any moment. Instead, she would rely on a variant of vows Apples had given for time immemorial. Looking straight into Rainbow's eyes, her own hazel eyes clear with intent and affection as she spoke. "Ah make this vow before friends and family, in tha land of Apples long since passed, An' in this space and with mah words Ah do make this vow of love and commitment. Ah, Applejack, take Rainbow Dash ta be mah wedded wife, and ta live together in marriage. Ah promise ta love you, comfort you, honor an' keep you for better or worse, for richer or poorer, in sickness an' health, an' forsaking all others, be faithful only ta you so long as we both shall live. An' that's tha truth," she said, adding that last line impromptu, her emotions getting the better of her ever briefly. Once the vows were said and done the exchanging of symbols was to take place. Scoots trotted forward, bearing a simple oiled wood box on her back between her tiny wings. This Twilight levitated between the two mares. RD was doing her level best to keep herself together. All she wanted to do was nuzzle AJ tightly and fall into those hazel eyes of hers, but she couldn't yet. Ceremony and then the reception after. Of course she was enjoying it all but she found herself longing to just be near her beautiful mare. Soon the box was opened revealing a pair of hoof rings. The rings were at the same time beautiful and simple, a style both mares had agreed on. They were also magically enhanced and when the right hoof came into contact they would size to fit perfectly. Soon Rainbow had AJ's ring in her grasp and reached out to meet her mare's hoof. The ring fit snugly and once secured on shrunk even more, magically adjusting itself. Applejack admired it for a moment before doing the same to Rainbow, securing her ring on Rainbow's hoof. She wanted to continue holding it, but there'd be time for that and much more later. "Because Applejack and Rainbow Dash have desired each other in marriage and have witnessed this before our gathering, affirming their acceptance of the responsibilities of such a union, and have pledged their love and faith to each other, sealing their vows in the giving and receiving of rings, I do proclaim that they are married. Let all creatures here and everywhere recognize and respect this union, now and forever. You may now seal your union with a kiss." Rainbow felt a sudden wash of peace flow over her as Twilight spoke the final words. She stepped up to Applejack and swept a wing gently around the farm, pulling her close. "Now and forever." She repeated the words softly before kissing AJ with tender passion. Not a long kiss, but a true one, one with all the heart in the world.
  4. 4 points
    “Darn, I bet I’d have liked it.” Tempest says to Berry with a shake of her head. Glancing over her back at others she shifted uneasily, she did not like having to be so… Soft. She saw the looks behind the eyes. The jugements. How she wanted to show them all she was not broken. They’d be. But she can’t. Not here. With A deep breath she looked back to the drinks. “After the ceremony I hope you are well stocked, rum is my favorite poison. For now some nice mixed puch will do.” She says taking one of the bigger cups and filling it with drink, all done with muzzle and hoof. She wished more unicorns had to live like this, it may teach them something about how hard basic day too day things can be without magic. With her cup in the muzzle she looked down at Glitters with a pleading look for them to leave the heart of this gathering. But as she did an odd face passed her by. Bluebelle. Or just better known as blue. This was as far as she can think, the first time she saw him… Her? Them as a female. She heard of this, they switched back and forth. She even told her troops to be on the lookout for both when they took the city. Yet they got away with the help of some rather skilled and strong guards. She had respect for that but they were never her prize. “Muffmth.” She mumbles with a tiny nod of her head as Blue spoke to her. Seems they wanted to talk later. She can’t think of why, but she’d not say no to such a thing. May be fun. With a shrug she looked back at her haybale as the music changed. Seems the ceremony was getting in to gear. With one last puppy eyed look at Glitter she broke off and rushed away from the heart of the ceremony to reach her safe, far away, spot to watch things. With one hop she was back on the haybale, holding the cup between her legs. Siping on it she watched the events unfold, time to time looking over at glitters. One day maybe she’d have something like this. A pony with that level of loyalty and love. Yet it seems so far fetched. What pony can look at her and ever dream of such a thing? Want too be with her? Love her? Even in ehr own dreams such a thing seems redundantly ridiculous. But she felt heart in one thing. She had a friend and that was all she can ever ask for. And so as the two mares kissed, she just leaned on Glitters and smiled. AJ was a lusky mare. A good one at that. She earned this happy ending.
  5. 3 points
    Apple Bloom sighed as the drinkmare of the hour denied her request. Not that she had really asked for something hard, just the hardest she could get from her. And not that she hadn’t had some hard stuff before. She was a young mare on a family farm who knew how to get into the cider cellar. She had certainly not made a habit of it but once or twice she had snuck in and not been worse for the wear. The other Cutie Mark Crusaders too, for that matter. Of course none of it was awfully strong- they made that stuff to sell during cider season, didn’t store it- but that didn’t change the fact that she wasn’t some fair-weather filly. Still, she had a job to do. And today that job was to test out apple-greenberry punch. “Don’t mind if Ah do,” she said as she took the offered drink and gulped it all down in one violent motion. Say what you want about Berry Punch- it'd probaby be that she was the best at what she did! She ruminated on it a moment. “Hmm...it ain’t bad at all! Pretty good, really. But tha apple ain’t right. Ah think this tastes like a Gala an’ that ain’t a bad choice but its awful hard ta work with punch just right. Ah’d either try workin’ it in a bit late in tha process, so tha sugars and flavor of tha Gala don’t start ta die off too quick. Still, it has real promise,” she said as she hooved the cup over. “Can Ah have another one?” She asked as a real shapely unicorn made her way. Apple Bloom had never seen her before, but she was certainly glad to see her now. “Howdy! Ah’m Apple Bloom. Who’re you?” She asked as another unicorn of striking looks approached. This time, it was because she might strike you if you noticed her looks. “Hey there Tempest! How’re you-” she began before word started to spread that the ceremony was to begin. “Oh, fer land’s sakes. Ah got ta go ta mah,” she said using her hooves as quotation marks, “‘assigned seating’. Stupid Apple family wedding rules…” she muttered as she put her drink down and galloped to her position. Once she was in her seat she calmed down as she focused on the cute ceremony. Applejack was a mare of tradition and the way she went about the wedding made that clear as day, but it was still emotional to hear what she said. Rainbow Dash was unconventional and emotion and her vows reflected that. They reflected each other in the ways that mattered and Apple Bloom’s tears of joy flowed freely as two became one, and Sweet Apple Acres gained another family member where before there was only a friend. Moonlight clapped along with everypony else when the ceremony was done and the two started to walk down the aisle together. It had been a beautiful ceremony and she got to share it with her very special friend. But her mind was a little preoccupied. As Applejack was getting hugs and congratulations from her side and RD from hers, Moonlight offered one and leaned in. “Honey, you have a cranapple stain on your flank,” she said with a kiss on the cheek before pulling away as a blushing and somewhat embarrassed Applejack continued down the line of congratulations. Hey, somepony had to tell her.
  6. 3 points
    Applejack was a mare of rather impressive and enduring strength and stamina. Her first pregnancy had ended with a very normal, very yell-y birth at home. All in all, nothing much to it. She had felt a little foolish afterwards for not taking ponies up on their very good advice to just head to the hospital and had resolved to make it easier on herself the next time. She wasn't a masochist, after all. Besides, this time it felt a lot different. A lot more aches. A lot more pains, and as the day approached she felt increasingly sluggish. Little Ambrosia must have been so excited she kicked day and night day and night day and night to come out. Who was momma's favorite little bucker? Ambrosia was! Also please stop, momma needs sleep. When the day came Applejack didn't tarry. She first started galloping but eventually Big Mac and Apple Bloom forced her into a cart and then they rushed her over to Ponyville General. Everypony there was just so nice and welcoming and happy and she wished she could be half as happy as they were but Ambrosia was like a Yak in a debate, and her body was the yearly harvest that needed to be divided up. She was rushed into the maternal ward and from there she went about her work. Apple Bloom and Big Mac shot off to inform others, and Applejack made sure to smash a magical bell that she had- the other of which was on Rainbow, and would let her know that it was time. She then began her long, long work. And she meant, long. But don't worry, she said to herself as she was moved into her room. It would work out right in the end. Right? Right. ***************************************************** Apple Bloom had torn through town, jumping on tables, leaning into the Boutique and Sugarcube Corner, tossing her head into schoolhouse windows, breaching a castle's security with her energy, scaring all sorts of animals at a cottage with her yelling, and generally a one-pony soundboard on repeat. “Applejack's havin' Ambrosia! She's havin' Ambrosia!” She yelled, bouncing, running, nearly teleporting from place to place as she left much of the town to the mercy of a one-pony tornado. She had done this once before but her energy hadn't left off a bit. How could it? Being a big pony role model had been awesome and now she was going to be an even biggerer role mode, this time to a filly! She loved Zap Apple as much as any aunt could love her nephew but he had to admit there was just certain things she couldn't really share with him, like her love of Songbird Serenade and Sapphire Shores. She was just so sure that Ambrosia was gonna be the perfect little apple that she had very literally lost sleep over imagining how lucky she was to live in that house with her family. Well, in that moment. In her heart the seed of desire had started to develop a need to get out of there, but that would bloom later on. For now, she was just happy to welcome Ambrosia into the world. After she had made her announcement to every living creature big and small in Ponyville she made her way back to the hospital where she bounced up and down in excitement. Last time it had only been a relatively short while so this was bound to follow suit, right? Right. Right. 12 Hours Later (Just before dawn) Apple Bloom was sleeping on the floor by this point, one of her back hooves on a chair as she used something- a stack of newspapers perhaps- as a pillow. Moonlight Glitter had decided a few hours ago to go and get her tent and had set-up in the ward. A small purple thing, she had offered it to Apple Bloom but the Apple had been entirely knocked out. Moonlight wished she could be asleep but Applejack had other ideas. What pain medication wasn't working? Had to be something because Applejack had bursts of being very, very loud. Kind of made her worried. Mostly, it made her tired. She unzipped the front of the tent and stepped out to stretch her back, feeling a nice crack before yawning. "Oh. My. Twilight. She is definitely not feeling en fuego right now, right? Like, poor mare. Talk about verbal birth control, fillies," she giggled to herself and to anypony else in the room as she ventured out to get something to drink. Applejack may have been a screaming mess of a mare but that didn't mean Moonlight had to be a mess herself. Gross! As she clip clopped away, Apple Bloom jolted awake, her eyes rolling in her head. She pulled herself right-side up and yawned bleary eyed as she looked at the other ponies who were still around. "Anypony know if tha baby-" she began before she got a very loud response from Applejack's room down the hall. "Arrrggghhhhhssshshshshshh....AHHHHRRRRRGGHHSSSS!" "Ah. Okay. Right." Right?
  7. 3 points
    Princess Bluebelle had arrived just in the nick of time, if not a bit after, trailing behind Applejack's other bridesmaids. The ensemble was, in truth, a bit eclectic; neither of the marrying mares were the type to care about coordinating bridesmaid outfits, leaving each to come with whatever they felt would look the nicest. The tradeoff between visual cohesion and authenticity was probably one that both considered profitable. Well, Applejack probably did; Rainbow didn't seem to have eyes for any but her bride today. The Princess supposed it really didn't matter; she was here for a... friend? Could she go so far as to call either AJ or RD a friend? They certainly spoke less with each other than many ponies the unicorn royal scion did consider friends. But they were colleagues in the school of friendship, and Blue had personally volunteered at the last Cider Season, so if they weren't friends yet, this probably made them so. Her musings drifted from friendship to love, just as Rainbow's recounted relationship did. Was a wedding like this in her near future? She knew who it would be with, if so. *Only issue might be, there are two who would be with me.* Not, according to the letter of Equestrian Law, illegal, but definitely outre these days. Something she should really talk with Twilight about. All those thoughts aside, she joined with the chorus of sighs, then cheers as the brides were kissed, formation breaking up into a celebratory party. Being in position, she managed to catch the happy couple before the reception began in full swing. "Congratulations, you two! I think I speak for many of us present when I say that it was about time you two were wed!" She giggled, before adding in self-deprecation, "But I'm hardly one to talk myself, I suppose. There are just... so many other things I have to arrange in my case. Ease of marriage arrangements is one thing I envy all commoners."
  8. 2 points
    It had only been a week or so ago that Ice Storm was standing inside of the Gifted Unicorn Library in Canterlot with Twilight and Blizzard Blitz, but to Ice it felt like an eternity ago. It had taken her far too long to get this expedition together. It took her being able to get some of her heartier members in order to even attempted what she was trying to do, as only a select few could survive the harsh conditions in the Frozen North. Thankfully she was able to call upon Harle and her crew. Their last expedition together didn't go as well as she would have liked, but she hoped that this one would go a bit better. She couldn't really guarantee it though. After all, they were going to have to brave both the elements and the yetties if they were going to get to where their goal resided, and then they would have to figure out how to seal it up. This mission was anything from safe, and what food they had was going to have to be rationed in order to make this work. Thankfully, they were able to take one of her destroyers here to the outskirts of the Frozen North. A few of the crew had asked why they didn't take the saftey of the ship itself to the north, but Ice had replied that the wind and the ice in the frozen north would create a shell on the ship, weighing it down, and that the cloud cover would make navigating some of it's hidden mountains impossible. She wasn't about to lose a destroyer and everypony on it because they flew into a mountain they couldn't see. But, at the very least, it meant that they could make sure they were fully supplied on food before they departed. Ice herself was already wearing her guard armor as she stood in the snow looking at the map that she had from the last time that she had found this place. Once she had her bearings, she turned around and faced those who came with her. "Alright every creature, listen up. This is going the be the longest, most grueling three days of your life, and that's just getting there. To survive out here, we will have to build shelters of ice to block the wind and the weather while we sleep, and we're going to have to make our food stretch, and that's just to get us to the mountain that these aether crystals are in. Once we get there, we will have to figure out how to safely seal this mountain without causing it to disrupt the flow of aether inside of it, or bring the entire thing down upon us. This won't be easy, and for most of the time, it won't be fun, but the very security of Equestria depends on this mission being a success. We're going to have to work together as a team if we are to survive. If anyone wants to back out, this is your last chance to do so, and I wouldn't blame you one bit," Ice Storm spoke to her crew.
  9. 2 points
    Discord would sputter at a certain noblepony's accusations. "I was merely lending a helpful paw. Garlic infused drinks were quite popular in Marecedonia you know!" He would snub his muzzle and land down on all fours, his levitation as erratic as his sense of style. Discord would smugly thrust his muzzle into the air. "Besides, they weren't even peeled." So the garlic cloves would hardly infect the punch more so than a fancy decoration would. He was not wont incite the wasting of food, unless it was a food war. Than, of course, that was entirely the point, wasn't it? "I think you've been hanging around the Apples a bit too much." Said the pony who spent every weekend with one. The draconequus' floppy ears would prick up at the sound of his names on the wind, and a gentle wind it was. Allowing his eyes to roll to the back of his head, in a literal sense, they shifted eyes would blink and look around the pony filled crowd. A large exclamation point appeared in mid air, before falling into the ground like a stone, mostly because it was carved from stone. The thump was so strong it lurched the chimeric demi god into the air, rump first, before he floated over toward the familiar mare. "I must say you look quite adorable~!" he reached his lion's paw up to pet the mare's pink mane. "Oh, it's' starting! Let's get a good seat!" Of course the draconequues presented himself with the best seat in the house: a raised platform perched on precarious stilts, much like one would find in the opera house. He would sit Fluttershy beside him, were she not to buggered by the height, and rest opera glasses over his muzzle, holding onto the spindly shaft so the mini-binocualrs rest perfectly over his snout. After watching the proceedings he would take a large napkin, which happened to be Squall's tablecloth, or cape or something, and sneeze into it, dabbing his eyes gently. "Oh how sad -- " Though why had he felt sad. "Can you even imagine being attached to a single pony all your life? They'll argue about what movie to go see, and not decide, or never decide who has to foalsit before it's too late. They'll be stuck with chores for the rest of their lives -- though Applejack has a headstart on that!" He mused before reappearing with the yellow pony on the ground. Discord was not quite given to the concept of romance, just yet. He was on the path though as his curiosity did compel him to arrive. "Oh do we open the gifts with the brides yet? I do hope they like mine!" He was tickled but he always was when he got to give his friends gifts, especailyl very Discordian like gifts.
  10. 2 points
    After finally noticing that Twitch messages were a thing, an ooooooold friend messaged me and convinced me to pop back into the community. That being said, I'm looking for anyone who might want to give this catbird another chance to RP. My situation has left me with a lot of free time, and I struggle to find positive ways to spend it. And if you are a new person who has never met me, I welcome an opportunity to meet you as well!
  11. 2 points
    "Ok now," Rainbow grimaced as some young fliers made their way towards a row of hoof. "You gotta bank!" She sighed, watching one of the youngsters careen over to the side and puff into a soft cloud. "Bank! Bank!" She yelled at the few still in the air. She'd thought they had been ready for something a little more interesting but maaaaaybe not! In the end only two of the fliers made their way through all three hoops. She let out a breath, puffing her forelocks up. "Alright you guys, bring it in!" tink tink tink She'd been working at the young fliers training program for a little while now. It had given her even more responsibility but it was good for her. This plus part time professorship at the Friendship school pus taking care of Zappers during the latter part of the pregnancy plus the duties of helping out at the farm house plus... All these things ran through her head s RD watched the little fliers make their way in. tink tink tink "Hey!" She patted them each on the back as they trotted in towards her. "Nice work everypony! What did I tell you guys about banking though?" One of the fillies was eyeing her oddly. "Um, what is it?" "Rainbow Dash?" The little pegasus huffed. "That bell you've been wearin' lately? tink tink tink "Yeah?" "it's um glowing and um," Rainbow sucked in a breath! It was time. "Ok, class dismissed. You guys get home safe, I gotta go!" She spoke the last words while already shooting through the air that divided Cloudsdale from Ponyville. "It's time!" She burst into Ponyville General and made a bee line for AJ. She didn't really ask she just followed the...well, the groaning screams? "Applejack!" RD entered the room and trotted up to her mare. "Are you ok? What do you need? Is the baby-" She took a step back, calming herself. She was going to be supportive and not get all crazy. "Looks like Ambrosia will be here soon!" She took a towel and dabbed AJ's brow quickly. "I'm here for you." ----- The next day came. RD wished fervently there was something she could do to lessen AJ's pain but sadly there wasn't much she could do. She stayed near AJ and was ready if she needed anything. Thankfully the Apple family had lots of delegates to to watch the little Zappers. She must have dozed off for a few minutes somehow. When she startled awake due to AJ's yell back in she went! "I think we might need a nurse in here!" After a few minutes she poked her head out of the room nd noticed Zapper and Big Mac had appeared! "Hey there big guy!" She ruffled Zap's head. He hadn't heard that last yell but he might hear the next... "Big Mac, you want to take Zap for a walk around the hospital to find," She thought for a moment. "Um, apple snacks? You know, the kind AJ likes?" (hopefully this post works sorry if I messed the order up or what someone was doing... can edit if needed )
  12. 2 points
    It had been a long night for everypony. Even with as much energy as Zap Apple was capable of, he was completely outdone by his mother's endurance. Or rather, by the endurance of one such to-be sibling, something he had not really understood the full capacity of. Everypony in the family was bigger than Zap. They were all older and bigger and stronger. Of course, this inward perspective yielded him the best opportunity to express his egocentric attitude he mostly imparted from his pegasus mother. However, he had no idea what they were talking about when they motioned down to him how he has to be a good big brother, and how he was no longer going to be the baby of the family. He had no other universe to know of other than the one in which he is the center of attention. To imagine it be any other way would be liken to insist that apples grow from the ground. Of course, all apple ponies old enough to go to primary school knew apples did grow from the ground, if only they waited long enough to see how that might be possible. Zap's seedling of an existence, though adventurous and exploratory, had only began to sprout. Zap had been with the rest of his family when they arrived at the hospital. The commotion was overwhelming, and he was excited to see what would result. He didn't understand it completely, but he got the basics. Mommy had a baby in her belly. Eventually the baby would come out. And then there is a party afterwards or something? Zap had a birthday party every year, but he would never consider the significance of it due to his inability to remember his own birth. When minutes turned to hours, Zap was taken back home while the dedicated family members began a watch to wait on his mother's process. Big Mac was the one to walk him home, and when the sun would rise, he would walk him back again. Having been used to the family's repetitive before-dawn routines, Zap was already awake before the rooster crowed, and he was tugging on his uncle's tail to get him out of his bed to walk him to the hospital. As the two walked towards Ponyville General in the pre-dawn darkness, Zap fluttered alongside Big Mac, heeling to his sturdy pace. "Do you think Mommy is going to be alright?" "Eeyup." "Is the new baby going to be a filly?" "Eeyup." "Is there any chance it'll be a colt?" Big Mac looked over perplexed at Zap who was fluttering at eye level. "N-nope." "Aw. I was kind of hoping Mommy would have a colt. I'd like to have a brother. Wouldn't it be cool to have a baby brother?" Big Mac's eyes smiled at the irony of his nephew's question. "Eeyup." When the two arrived at the hospital, the receptionist motioned to them to proceed back to the hallways where the others had been waiting all night long. Zap flew towards the rest before Big Mac finished his trot. Zap zipped around quickly to see if any confirmations had been made. He saw his auntie asleep, but his second cousin once removed had just walked out of a tent. He landed to concentrate on his question. "Are you guys... camping?"
  13. 2 points
    ~~~Ice Storm~~~ Ice Storm still didn't trust the pony that was in front of her. However, the simple fact that this pony was snooping around and sneaking into places after hours still didn't sure well with her. He was up to something, and asking about the weather controlling spells all but confirmed it to her. It made what she needed to tell Twilight after the pony left all the more important. When he spoke of making contact, Ice shrugged as he said that the Frozen North didn't have a post office. She rolled her eyes, "Oh no... How ever can an ice pony get to another ice pony in the Frozen North. How ever will we keep in contact?" She asked coating her own armor in ice with a smirk. Just because she didn't trust him didn't mean she couldn't be at least a little bit smug and cheeky. She was still a unicorn after all. "I think I might be able to find find some time while I'm in the area of the Frozen North. Believe it or not, I'm actually up there more often than you think. I pass through it on the way to Whitescar," the finished with a smile as he bid farewell. "Have a safe trip! We'll definitely be seeing each other soon."
  14. 2 points
    To answer both questions, probably the world expansions, specifically the Far East setting. I love worldbuilding, probably even more than writing specific stories. Watching the community come together and excitedly gone on about lore, locations, and crafting storylines was a great feeling.
  15. 2 points
    “Oh, right. Magic stuff.”, Fire Walker was HORRIBLE when it came to special armor. Somepony would give her a impressive suit of magic armor to wear, and the forgetful mare would almost always forgot to use the cool features, either due to the rush of battle, or maybe she felt it was cheating. But she would be of no use if some creature started to control her. She would probably end up attacking her friend or even worse be forced into poses one should never be caught dead doing, and have rude pictures taken of her and mailed to loved ones. True evil. The mare pushed her purple button and paused to let the magic do its thing. Out of the corner of her eye she spotted more of those cute little beach piggies. So cute! If Wind Walker hadn’t already owned a dog, she would have brought one of the little porkers home with her. The officer slowly walked along with the farmer of many talents. There probably wasn’t a single thing that mare couldn’t do, and if there was, it wasn’t worth doing! Still, she could not help but notice more pigs. There sure were a lot of them on this island! The red mare nodded her head as she moved along with the Earth Pony. Right a distraction, she would do one of those. Before she could think of a clever diversion, one of the pigs stepped out from the woods. Unlike the others, this one walked on two of her hooves, and held a mirror in her right front hoof. The odd creature had curly red hair and a golden crown with a emerald that oozed unpleasant energy from it. The crown was matched by a medallion of the same color and build. Her green, rather greedy looking eyes glanced away from the mirror and with an malicious grin on her face and pointed at the pair and let out an loud squeal. In moments, a small army of no longer cute piggies appeared behind her. Fire Walker really wanted to laugh at the whole spectacle. Somepony actually put lipstick on a pig! Instead she asked... "Uh, Applejack? What is that?"
  16. 2 points
    A dark eyebrow rose at Twilight's response, specifically former enemy. Were they former enemies, or enemies still? To him, in this moment, Twilight was the lesser of two 'evils' when compared to Hou Shuren and she didn't have the gall to engage him in some pointless fight as Hou did. It was.. positive enough, but it didn't mean he trusted this new princess. He'd noticed that Princess Luna was rather quiet, something that he had begun to figure out about her while they were sitting here- that, like him, she didn't like to talk much. His attention snapped back to the lavender alicorn at the words greater power and he had a momentary struggle with his ego over it; at least she acknowledged that. Sombra huffed softly and gave the glass of water another glance. If she'd insist, then he wouldn't, but he would try to relax if he was even capable of doing so in their presence. He wrapped his tail around one of his covered flanks and gestured with a hoof for her to continue. "I'll believe it when I leave this place safely enough. So what is it that you want to know?"
  17. 2 points
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  18. 2 points
    Berry had to laugh at Fire Walker's description of an old army stallion in a modern supermarket. "I can just picture it! Though, my family were always more 'farmer's market' than 'Barnyard Bargains,' if you know what I'm saying. He still might have shown up. And you got me on the whole ketchup-catsup thing. Honestly, I used to think the latter was actually 'cat soup'! Was I ever relieved to find out I was just being a silly filly!" That may well have been one of the reasons the latter spelling fell out of favor, now that she thought about it. The little exchange was concluded with the arrival of another mare, one who looked as if she'd come as the 'plus one' of the mare everyone was getting their knickers knotted over. Honestly, under the circumstances, Berry could well empathize with Glitter's desire for the harder stuff. But, that didn't do anything to shift her policy. "Before the ceremony? None. Afterwards, I'll have Sangria! Think of it like a wine punch; it's my specialty, and for the first time ever, I've actually been able to make use of Sweet Apple Acre's apples in the recipe! Trust me, you'll love it. In the meantime, give a try to the virgin version, and tell me what you think. Might make a last minute tweak or two." It was a mark of her shopkeeping heritage that she kept her customer-facing smile even as Tempest Shadow approached the group. The tension in the air would rise, no doubt, and it could only be hoped that cooler heads would prevail. Berry, naturally, was as cool as refrigerated grapes, and gave the hardened unicorn a friendly wave. "Hello yourself!" Her smile did slip a bit when Tempest mentioned the 'garlic punch', and even more so when she was interested in trying it! "Er..." She looked a little guiltily towards the ditch where she'd poured out the offending beverage. "I... didn't think the experiment worked out so well myself, and nopony else was interested so... it's currently not available. I'm very sorry; but everything else is on the house tonight, so..." Once again, she was thankful that no alcohol would be served before the ceremony, and now more than ever she was doubtful of the wisdom of serving any. That was just asking for trouble with this crowd... Fate sent one of her rare kindnesses at that moment, in the very pleasing shape of Equestria's foremost diplomat, educator, and non-alicorn royalty, one Princess-Archancellor Bluebelle. Dressed in red-and-gold finery with tricolor trimmings, it appeared the mare had commissioned her latest dress to fit the theme of a marriage between apples and rainbows. But then, when had the scion of House Platinum ever failed to dress for the occasion. She was making good time, despite being in a dress, and could only stop by the table briefly. "Oh, Fire Walker, it's great to see you too! We'll have to wait until after the ceremony to catch up; I'm one of Lady Applejack's bridlemaids, so I have to get into position before they start." She gave a nod of greeting to Swift as well, taking up a cup that Berry went ahead and poured for her. It was a bit of a dusty walk, and the refreshment was appreciated. "Ah, thank you, I needed that." She then noticed Tempest Shadow, and her eyes grew a little wide. "Oh, you made it! Last I heard, you were up north. Glad to see you could be here for your benefactor's big day!" As if for all the world they had never been enemies, a remarkable feat of diplomacy, given that Blue had been side-by-side with Swift Squall as they escaped the embattled capital. But that was why only one of them was trusted by the Crown's Foreign Office. "I'll see you all after the vows, alright? Ta-ta!" And with that, she departed, to take up her position in the bridal train.
  19. 1 point
    Dunnie grimaced as the Fancy pony climbed on the ladders and took off down the rails. "Bevel! We're guests here, don't break anything!" She called out, then grinned to Fire apologetically before taking off after Bevel. With a spread of her wings and a powerful flap, she zoomed off, only in the air for a few moments before landing back on her hooves, galloping along with the momentum she had built up before stopping next to Bevel. "C'mon. If you break something, Fire'll have to pay for it!" She didn't sound upset, just worried and she wasn't sure how true that was, but it sounded correct. "Also you don't have a device for that?" She lifted her hoof up, thinking about it, "A device that could scan the text from one book to make a copy?" Bevel loved books so much, Dunnie wondered how she just wasn't churning out inventions about them. Like a book made of a lot of tiny books to make them easier to read. Or a book that flipped its pages for you. She trotted back over to Fire, eyes still wide as she soaked in how huge this place seemed. "Protecting books seems like a good idea. If they were spell books, then the wizard that wrote them was useless for not having the foresight." Gotta know what could go wrong. It was step number 2 when making something. She chuckled at the compliments that Fire gave her, blushing some as she grinned wide. "Oh, still. I'm sure the princess isn't interested in what I can offer. She probably has dozens of ponies like me at her beck and call. I mean, she already has you. And I'm sure your cooking has gotten better." No ill intent behind her words, just Dunnie being a dunderhead. "Oh? The table will send us off to a crisis if needed?" She asked, immediately stepping toward the magiced table. Her eyes were locked on it, enthralled by its now legendary status in her mind. "So this could call any pony to answer a problem. Hoping that it'd light up. But it did nothing. "C'mon, not even a dramatic lighting up?" But still the table did nothing.
  20. 1 point
    Sky Sailing would have breezed in earlier, except that a quick look in the mirror after waking up had revealed more than the usual amount of bedhead in his mane. That might have worked for his live show persona, but he couldn't help but think that the Los Pegasus Council required a more professional look. So, some precious minutes had been spent disentangling his mane from itself, before donning a shirt and tie and letting the wind off the reservoir carry him into the city. "Hoo! There you are Windy, am I late?" He coasted over the floor, hooves only planting upon it once he was in front of her. Wingfeathers nervously adjusted the tie one last time. "Had to get ready; I didn't think the whole 'unkempt bohemian' look was going to help our case any. Do we know who's receiving us?" Of all those present, Golden Bit was probably the only one he met before, at least for so long as to talk to. He felt pretty confident in his ability to make a case for the festival to her, but the rest were unknown quantities. Wind Dancer had given him assurances as to Ice Storm's character, but that was the only other name he even could recall.
  21. 1 point
    Norton nodded crisply at Gerrard's assurance of thoroughness. "Commendable, commendable! I'll leave the technical details to you; I trust my delegates, Sir Gerrard, and I hope to have my trust rewarded by results!" Less than two hours after they met and already the Emperor had knighted him in his head? Well, better to be thought of positively than negatively, though it would perhaps not be a good idea to disappoint the griff, after all was said and done. Emperor Breakbeak seemed to bear the burden well enough himself, remarking that, "Not as heavy as the rucksacks in basic!" But Clawson and the others had no similar military experience. And water was by no means light for air travel, so the route took closer to an hour than half. One or two of the groundbound locals looked up at the strange party overhead, more with resignation than curiosity, though one of the younger residents waved, cautiously. Norton returned a mid-air salute, and flew on.
  22. 1 point

    From the album: Cakepop The Baker!

    Ignore the bad quality, my camera is actually the worst.
  23. 1 point
    Norton peered with a keen eye at Gerrard's markups on his makeshift maps, nodding along. "Rather like how empty supply depots limits where you can put an regiment, I see." The tone was... different, than any he'd used before, as if a mask of madness had slipped off, or a guise of lucidity slipped on. A brief moment of sanity and understanding, that sadly was over by the time the irrigation expert would meet the Emperor's eyes, which once again shone with their mad light. "Well, my good lad, I'll tell you this much; if you pull this off, you'll get a statue in Our glorious new capital!" He clapped his counterpart on the back, in a most un-Imperial gesture, though he seemed not to notice. Perhaps he was going for a Griff-of-the-people vibe. "Civil engineers rarely get those, you know, less often than they deserve, frankly. And as for We Emperors, well, we get them whether we deserve them or not! But, if you help me deserve mine, I'll help you attain yours. Have to do my duties as sovereign to my people, after all!"
  24. 1 point
    The Emperor did notice the salute, with a raised brow, though the expression was less that of an offended monarch receiving insufficient acknowledgment, and more that of a military officer receiving a different service's salute. His beak actually curled into a sardonic smile, and he returned the aborted Equestrian salute with a crisp, parade-ground salute from the Aquellian Marines. "As commander-in-chief, I'll thank you to do that properly next time." He said, in a half-jesting severity. Nonetheless, protocol wasn't the business of the day, irrigation was. Gesturing for Gerrard to come up to a side table, he splayed the variegated papers on the surface, pointing out at various markings as he summed up the situation. "Now, at this time, the pools and wells sustain the current population, who mostly hunt in the scrublands or scratch out a few soil plots. But that's not going to support a real city. This is never going to be a breadbasket, but there might be some possibility of pasturage out by the flatlands here. Now, over the the mountains, the soils drain water faster than it comes in, but that makes it very good for wine grapes. Export products bring in the money, and luxury goods bring in the tourists. Getting an economy going is Out first duty; and for that, we need water. Now, I took the liberty of finding where the old well sites were, almost all of them either dried or blocked. Couldn't tell you how many are worth unblocking, but that's your job." The maps were sketchy, and not anywhere near to scale, but readable enough when the poor quality of ink or paper didn't result in smudging. Mad or not, Norton was taking his work seriously. But then, the truly insane are not frivolous; their mind has no breathing-space.
  25. 1 point
    As his gesture was not met with immediate or at least obvious anger, the architect retracted his wings and returned to a normal posture, glad that the citizenry of Canterlot had finally taught him something useful in his business life! The golden eyed griffon peered across to the leader, sensing something a bit off about him. He seemed more agreeable than pony royalty and appreciated that, wondering if griffons were less annoying about that or if this individual was just clueless about his alleged station. Gerrard had never been called a Sir except by his odd friend Asteria, so he assumed the latter, but approached regardless, quickly making his way to the side of the emperor. He nodded as the noble explained the situation. The architect wanted to keep his conversation as griffon-centric as possible, but decided to test the waters a bit as he searched for a proper way to respond to his comments on the desert around him. "Yeah. It is looking drier than Appleloosa in the middle of summer out here. Are we looking for drinking water, or are we also trying to get farmlands set up. This isn't the most fertile looking of lands, but I can find you water out here. I can't promise you a massive underwater reservoir here, but I can quench the thirst of your people. That is a Grayfeather guarantee your highness," he explains playfully for the royal, accidentally giving him an Equestrian salute, but forgetting in the moment. After lowering his salute, as his eyes drifted down at the paperwork. "Do we have any information on the area? Am I going to need to perform a water survey or is that listed here in all this paperwork," he asks with a grin, reaching for the paperwork.
  26. 1 point
    Golden eyes peered out across the the barren wasteland that surrounded the nearby area. A griffon of dark fur and feather looked over his often neglected homeland with the casual attention often attributed to his species by outsiders. It felt like it had been years since he had returned to his homeland, the engineer, usually getting called over to pony lands to deal with situations that went beyond simple pegasus weather manipulation. He had to wonder why they needed his services, agriculture being of substantially less interest to his species. Perhaps they were finally deciding to be more omnivorous than they had in the past, but he found that hard to believe knowing the stubborn nature of his species. Regardless, his internal dialogue was interrupted as an attendant broke him out of his thoughtful stupor and lead him into the building with the strange, and regally dressed griffon 'emperor'. In contrast to the emperor, Gerrard wore a substantial saddle bag that rest tightly on his chest, clearly in a position to not interfere with his flying ability. His dark welding goggles dangled slightly above his bag, both items partially hiding his form that was by no means gaunt like the regular citizens of his land. A keen eye might even notice that he lacked the substantial musculature of a warrior, either from a life of ease or from the plant based pony diet. The light clicking of talons filled the air as the grey feathered head of the architect poked his head into the presence of the illustrious leader. His keen eyes didn't recognize this particular griffon at all even with such distinct regalia and almost garish looking clothing. Gerrard was clearly not keen on visiting his homeland in his free time. Still, years of time spent in Canterlot had trained him in how to deal with these types of people, and he was eager to test his abilities! After approaching the emperor, Gerrard paused and did a polite bow approximately five body lengths away from the leader. He had lowered his head to the ground and spread out his large black wingspan in a display of submission and respect, showing that he had no weapons hidden in his large wings. "It is an honor to be in your presence your magnificence. How can I be of service to such an illustrious leader of our people," he politely remarked, fishing through his memory as he tried to remember which particular honorifics worked the best and how to also distance himself from his normal pony employers.
  27. 1 point
    The maids, transported over from Platinum Manor in Canterlot, had grown used to their liege's funny little ways. At this point, it was almost the ideal training for Ponyville-branded weirdness. Almost. In any case, there was no panic in their eyes as they formed a disciplined line from the nearest faucet to the flames, sending filled buckets down and empty buckets up as they snaked through the corridors, dousing each flame as they went. However, as forgetful as Blueblood could be, the servants were not. When they caught up with Iggy, the last bucket was going to be poured all over the small dragon... Meanwhile, the aforementioned Prince was doing his level best to track down his stray students, which was to say, not very well. Much as he didn't want to admit it, there was still a social distance between him and the students. Something would have to be done in the future to bridge that gap. Perhaps a tea party or two? As a point of fact, he caught up with a half-unexpected student on his way. "Smolder! Are you looking for your friends, or snacks? Because the latter are back in the foyer, but I'm still looking for Gallus and Silver." Not wanting to look totally clueless in front of Tiger Blood, he pursed his lips as he desperately tried to think. "I believe they should be-" "Run! RUN ITS GONNA EAT US!" "-That way!" He finished with considerably more confidence than he began, charging off in the direction where he heard Gallus's panicked cries. Making decent enough time, they were able to catch a glimpse of the griff and hippogriff as they hid behind a crystal pillar. "Hey, what are you doing back here? Why were you shouting?" He asked, in a loud tone that totally gave away that he hadn't yet noticed the boney boy that was in pursuit. ~***~ All things considered, it was probably a pity that Chipper Demise wasn't in the Castle by now. He was just the sort of colt who'd love to see a cute skeleton walking around the place! Usually one had to go to so much trouble to get them animated; he certainly couldn't do it for a pony-sized one. He would barely manage a crow, really. Still, he was having a fine enough time, now that he had chocolate and a fellow student to talk to. "Oooh, Neighpon? One of the caribou bulls who dropped me off here talked a lot about that place. Said it was pity there was so much bad blood between us, but that some cherish old enemies like old friends. It's how they're like, really; if someone can always give you a really good fight, and the only kind of death you feel is worth it is in battle, well! That really gives a new meaning to the word 'battle-buddy', Nyahah!" He laughed, then shrugged. "Still, never believed in that whole 'Valhalla' thing myself. Dead in battle, dead in peace, dead all the same. Much better to be alive; there's chocolate here!"
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    As the hours passed Tempest pushed on. Past the biting cold. Past the deep snow. A wordless march as she followed Koda with eyes sharp, ears alert to all around her. In a way this moment felt like something she has been made for. Forged out of hardships and so many years alone. A filly lost in a world so big, so endless without the training or skills to make it. Yet she did. From blood, sweat and tears. All the pain. All the suffering. All the times she cried alone. For a time she believed it was all leading up to her joining in the Storm King. His flag was going to save her. Yet it did not and like so many times she was cast down to go at it alone. Yet maybe… This was why. The mare on her back was there at the start and maybe she marked the end as well. Good or bad she can not say. Just she knew deep in her heart this was ending one book and soon a new one will open. What lies head in its pages? She did not know but the ink was on her hooves. When Glitter spoke it snapped her out of her thinking. Flicking an ear she thanked for a moment. “No. I’m fine. Need too keep going.” She says, tired as she was, rest can come later. “How are you holding up? Do you need me to stop?” She asked, turning her head around to gently nuzzle at the mare holding on to her. Worry still clung to her. A fear of losing… Glitter. She can’t place the root of such feelings but deep down she was scared that something was going to take Glitter away and leave her alone again. She didn't want to be alone.
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    ~~~Wind Dancer~~~ "Now that I've seen countless times," she said I'm response to Sky talking about ponies getting famous really young and as a result, they never truly grew up. "That is surprisingly common in the dance and the Showmare industry. A lot of ponies come here to try to strike it big, and while most of them expect to get let down, every once in a while, somepony strikes gold and they don't know how to react to it before they crash and burn," she replied. She them listened as she said that she liked her idea of looking in small towns as he explained that singing careers didn't last forever, and truthfully, neither did dancing. She knew that while everything was great right now, eventually, the injury to her wing was going to take it's toll. Hearing him talk about his recording studio and letting others use it to make their own name made her think. "That's really sweet. Perhaps when I start getting older and things start getting harder to do I could open my own dance studio and teach different dances," she smiled a bit before blushing a small bit herself when he added that it was kinda like becoming a father. She's honestly never thought about that herself, but now that she was with her special somepony, becoming a mother was no longer really an if, but more of a matter of when. She began to wonder if she'd be ready when that day comes. Still, that was a ways off yet. Hey mind was brought back to the current when Sky asked how she usually wrote to the music. If she did it in one continuous motion, or if she did stop and go until something felt right. "Honestly, it's a little bit of both. Some songs it just comes naturally, others take a bit more planning. That first song you played that all felt natural and fun. Honestly I probably don't even need to score that one. That second song will take a bit to get down and the last two I'm doing choreograph for two ponies. So that will be a lot of start and stop. Sometimes it can be about as frustrating as it is fun. You get this idea that should work on paper and everything points to it being possible, but you go to put it to practice and it just doesn't come out right," she said with a smile. "Ultimately, it's up to you today, since you're the one playing the music." "Oh! And actually if we're doing both the saltwater room and the new duet you wrote, that would make five songs for the set. But I'm okay with whatever you wanna do first. I do know that everything works best when I focus on one song at a time, so I which ever one we choose to go with will be there one we go with today," she finished with a smile.
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    ~~~Wind Dancer~~~ Wind kinda raised an eyebrow when she heard Sky say that he hoped that he could get a manager that was as good and treated ponies the way Golden Bit did. "Why do you need a manager at all? I don't have one and I'm doing just fine. Besides, we have each other that we can bounce ideas off of and see if they work. Golden Bit is an amazing pony, but she's just the casino owner. After seeing the fiasco that happened with Coloratura, I didn't want to risk getting somepony like that that didn't have my best interests at heart. Honestly I don't trust most of them," she told him. She nodded as Sky seemed to zone out a bit looking at the lyrics, and then looked back to her saying that he had an idea for that ending and making sure there was a wall of sound. "Yup! That's kinda what I was envisioning! Something loud, up beat, and happy sounding!" she smiled as he also mentioned using Fireflies as an encore song and she nodded. "Sounds like a good idea to me. Perhaps since it's a festival of sorts, we could bring some of the crowd out to join the dancing for it, or make another instrumental piece that had no choreography and is completely free form for that to follow it!" she added with a smile.
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    It didn't take a genius to see the underlying tension, as well deserved a sit was, between the ice mages. Twilight wanted to chalk it up to competitive spirits and a similar field but she knew it was untrue, if only because she had dealt with Ice enough to know the difference between competitive spirit, worry, panic, and legitimately growing horror. Ice was probably nestled somewhere in the latter categories more than the former. She wasn't there but but she well understood the causes. He was a concern. She had an earnest belief that he would not be somepony they would regret extending hope rather than fear towards but that wasn't guaranteed. Twilight was the Princess of Friendship and so she would always look at it that way, but she knew that there were certain creatures you would never be able to reach. She didn;t believe this was the case and it was still unclear just what they were dealing with, but Twilight was at least intrigued by what may happen next. "Well, I'm here many nights. I'm sure you could stop on in next time you make your trek," she said, wondering just when that'd be. Would his schedule change or would he keep to it? A great deal rode on that. He said his goodbyes and went to leave- not before asking about a very specific and very ancient set of spells. Like many legendary spells, they had grown in the telling of their history. In all truth and honesty the largest reason they had fallen through the mists of time was that, alone, they accomplished very little that other spells or pegasi couldn't do. There was a reason that throughout history, recorded or otherwise, weather control was the purview of the pegasi. Unicorn spells did rather poorly at it for any length of tie or when up against opposition- it took a pegasi's cutie mark or aether connection to do so. Nonetheless, she would answer him honestly, if not entirely at length. "Oh, yes. They do. And they're less...lost than you may think," she said with a wink. "Safe travels!"
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    The enemy fractured before them. The Loyalists were tough, strong, and brave, but it took a unique mind to withstand the knowledge of your imminent death and the crushing defeat that was laid bare before you. Many fled, or at least tried to. Some threw down their weapons and gave themselves over to the rebellion. A bright, blazing few fought heroically and tenaciously- and with total furility. The slaughter was quick and vicious. Some of the Red Jarl's men wanted to pursue the retreating Loyalists and cut them down but he held them back. Better to leave some ashamed survivors to bring word of this defeat to their fellows. Fear- fear was a weapon as sharp as any blade, and he knew well how to wield it. But that was not when the good news ended. His cow, the magical cow mercenary, returned with the helm of her defeated enemy. He noticed the slight hesitation, the flight concern that had flashed in her. It only made him more curious as to who she really was, but no matter. In the moment, she had done her job. She approached, helm in her hooves. When she got close enough he reached over and picked her up by her legs, the helm still in her control. He roared in victory, his army following suit. The helm fell off and he grabbed it, gazing at it with a wicked smile. "You did well today, warrior. Now, let us depart. We have proven what we needed to prove," he said, and the army followed suit. He then stared at the helm once more with that same smile. That would show his traitor-cousin the meaning of 'dishonoring the family', wouldn't it? ********************** In the Badlands of Equus the rebels had created any number of large, roving settlements. They shared the badlands with Changeling hive-groups who left the Changeling kingdoms after Chrysalis' defeat, pony criminals, outlaw groups, and loners, and any manner of magical creatures and dangerous wildlife. For all of those threats though it was the caribou who dominated their surroundings. Over time the exiled rebels had turned their camps into towns and ports, militarized in the way that only fanatics could do and bustling with activity. Large numbers of slaves- pony, griffon, kirin, changeling, reindeer, and even some caribou- toiled endlessly as the fires of war-making industry from innumerable forges lit the night sky in roiling auras of currant and cherry-tinted black smoke. The Red Jarl landed in Helmsberg. Very creative name- the core of the town had been a Mighty Helm fort and outpost in the days of early, early Equestria when ponies had been more exciting and had explored the continent more so. Now those were respectable ponies. Air longship docks were arrayed around the town and as they disembarked each ship was immediately set upon by dozens of repairbou. From there, they had been allowed to do as they please until the night, when they would meet again in the center of the makeshift town. Most bou spent their free time drinking and fighting if they were members of the crew- and as usual, the drinks were free for victorious bou- while around the town the little bou practiced their soldierly, teams of cows hustled and bustled taking care of the bulls, and skalds led their brothers and sisters in song and religious practice. By night, the mood turned somewhat more somber. The Red Jarl emerged from the Helmskeep as two dozen bodies were wrapped up in nice linens with their weapons and armor laid around and on top of them. One by one he said the names and a skald spoke of their deeds. Those with families were taken into a nearby Barrow where they would be interred alongside their families for generations. Those without families and without great deeds to their name were burned on large pyres nearby. One of them was put on a boat and pushed out to see before a rain of arrows on fire caught it on fire in the cold waters of the frozen north. Then the drinking began, because to die in battle was glorious. Lit by the fires of pyres in the sea and on land, the Red Jarl mingled with his fellow caribou for a while, disinterested in small talk but indulgent in his description of battle. Before long he vanished inside the Helmskeep. The party continued for some while until one of his housecarls found the Magical Cow. "The Red Jarl wishes to see you in the Helmskeep, warrior."
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    ~~~Wind Dancer~~~ "Actually no. Or at least none that's been brought to my attention. It wouldn't surprise me if somepony has tried, but I don't think many have been that successful at it. Golden Bit's security is really good about stuff like that and she knows exactly what I want out and expect when it comes to my shows. I am a bit of a stickler when it comes to things like that, but it's because I care about everypony else and I want everypony to be happy and see them smile. Seeing my audience happy, is the most important thing in the world to me. I hate seeing crying fillies because they were looking forward to seeing a show only to be told that they couldn't go because it was either full or they were gouging prices," she spoke before taking a deep breath. The topic of Flim and Flam and how they handled things irritated her to no end, but this was not the time and place for her to get upset about that. "Although that is another reason why I only do outside shows anymore. Aside from the fact that it's much harder for me to accidentally break something outside with my winds, I'm also a lot less restricted on space. Which means it's a lot harder to sell out. That also helps with Scalpers because until the fences are actually full, we sell tickets, and unlike other performers, I will push back a performance slightly to make sure everypony is at least in the performance area before starting. I don't want ponies to miss a good part of the performance before they even get into the show," Wind smiled. Then she waited while she let Sky read over her lyrics that she wrote. He told her that he could definitely tell that they were wrote from the heart, and that there was both a lot of pain as well as joy. He told her that he would be honored to put them to music, but he just hoped that he could do them justice. "I know you will! You're an amazing song writer and everything fits so well! I'm just happy that you like them so much. I honestly didn't know if they were any good or not. I started writing this the moment we sang our duet and I knew that what we felt was real and true," she said with a smile before leaning happily against him.
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    ~~~Wind Dancer~~~ "The Flim Flam Brothers. They are some of the biggest crooks in Las Pegasus and try to extort every bit they can out of everything, usually to fund another scheme to rid ponies of either jobs or bits. They've tried Swindling Sweet Apple Acres out of business, made fake tonics, and nearly shut down the school of friendship. At it stands now, they unfortunately too over ownership of one of the popular resorts here in LP after it's original owner was ran out of town for being even more crooked than them and actually turning Ponies against each other. The Flams have been wanting me to do shows at their resort every since they took over, but they wanna charge outrageous prices for the tickets. They wanted to charge a minimum of 200 bits a ticket just for the show and another 100 just to shake my hoof. That's rediculous, and does not represent who I am at all. I refuse to charge more than thirty bits for any show. My shows after for everypony, not just the extremely rich," Wind told him after the duet in response to Flim and Flam. She was also quite excited when Sky told her that there would definitely be a lot more some like that in the future and that the word play is kinda what made that song. Though she did have to hold up a hoof a bit when he mentioned a four song set. "Actually, I usually do six, but that's not based off of length more than anything else. My shows should last at least thirty minutes. Otherwise I feel like I haven't lived up to the expectations that I've set for myself," she said softly. When Sky asked about working on something new though, her eyes lit up. "Oh, yes actually!!! I thought I'd try my hoof at writing some lyrics. Hopefully they aren't too bad. I'm not a song writer by any means," she started before handing him a sheet of paper with the words she had scribbled down. Spread My Wings and Fly (Spoken over intro) Hello everypony! I wanted to thank everypony for coming out tonight. Tonight we’re going to do something a little bit different. A very special somepony in my life opened me up to an entire other world of opportunities that we can share and cherish together. And I for one wish to take advantage of those. Has anypony here ever experienced that one moment in your life that something unexpected happens, and leaves you wondering what you’re going to do next? That makes you wonder if you’re ever going to pull out of the hole that it left behind? This Song is for you. Verse: 1 One mistake, is all it takes… To change a life, and raise the stakes A lil soaring through a town, As your life turns upside down, And your hopes and dreams… They all just fade away. Verse: 2 Things look dark, and things look grim. To fall apart, to a broken limb, They all said it could be worse, It could have ended in a hearse. But the hurt and pain, never fades away… Chorus Look up to the sky, where there’s no sun a shining Stormy clouds roll in, without a silver lining. What was once a perfect sea, was no longer meant for me All that’s left is to wonder why, I cannot spread my wings and fly. Small bridge, background tempo and instrumentation pick up. Verse: 3 Just Like that, they say they can’t what’s done is done, That’s all they chant. But you bet your hoof and tail, there’s still wind left to be sailed. and I’m not going down without a fight. Chorus Look up to the sky, where the sun begins to shine Between all those clouds, Streaks of blue crack and line. What is still a perfect sea, Might yet still be meant for me All that’s left is to say it’s time, It’s time to, spread my wings and fly. It’s time to, spread my wings and fly…. It’s time to, spread my wings and fly… Bridge (Transition to Major key) Verse 4 Now it’s Time, To take this flight To claim my wings, to win this fight! Don’t matter how it happened, You friends will keep you laughin’, And the best ones come forth, To save the day. Building chorus: Look up to the Sky, That sun is still a shinin’ No clouds left to see, Those blue skies keep a signin’ In that perfect Sky-blue sea It was always meant for me No more painful nights for me, No more hard core therapy All my fear has set me free, And, now I can stand up and see…. To Look up at the sky, and see that sun burning high Not a cloud so clear, Free blue skies that bits can’t buy That perfect ol’ sky-blue sea It was always mean for me, I can finally say it’s time To Spread my wings and fly! She sat there in silence while she waited for Sky to look them over. "Are they okay?"
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    Before she really had time to think about it Temy had come up under her and lifted her from the ground! Glitter could feel the strength pulsing from Temy's body and it instantly made her feel safe. She hadn't had to accept this much help from any pony...probably ever and that was well, if it was anypony else it would have been really tough. But things were different between her and Tempest. She already knew they cared for each and Glitter knew from what she'd done with the bear she would do anything for Temy. Somehow she knew the same to be true the other way around. Glitter shifted herself a little, finding a way to get comfortable enough laying across Temy's back. She shifted her head to rest on the other mare's neck, wrapped her front legs around Temy's shoulders and let her hind legs drape down her sides. Sure it was a little awkward but it had to be done. She didn't have the strength for any length of travel. She breathed in Temy's scent as the trotted out into the drifts, feeling comforted by the smell of mare, sweat, and the outdoors. Koda bounded out before then, prancing around and generally acting like a dog. He was however, also leading them in the direction of home. "Good boy Koda!" She encouraged the big guy as he bounded through the fresh drifts. Glitter didn't talk much as the traveled. She worried about the burden she was on her friend, literally at the moment. But Temy never faltered or slowed. She was as strong as anypony she'd ever known. At least in the physical sense. She'd heard the strain in her voice talking about her past though. You couldn't be strong in all ways. Glitter hoped she could show Temy that she could be trusted. On they went until a few hours had gone by. The cabin was probably only an hour or so out from where they were. "You need to stop for a break?" She muttered softly to Temy as they trotted through a stand of trees.
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    If I need to post in your RP PLEASE tell me. RL has been a thing again and I think I'm missing something here. o_o
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    ~~~Wind Dancer~~~ Wind Dancer couldn't fault his thought process. After all he was right, a lot of her shows were catered more towards keeping the crowd involved, and some of them used a couple a gimmicks for just that. She remembered the drop into the volcano everything Beethooven's 5th started during her Sunday routine. Still, She was a professional and she could find a way to get the crowd involved no matter what music she was dancing to. After all, the entire point of that drop was to get all the new comers to stand on their seats for the upcoming tidal wave that she was going to bring to them. Some of the regulars of her had gotten wise to it, but everypony they brought with them always seemed to fall for it. She chalked it up to being one of those things everypony had to experience once. She further nodded in agreement when Sky said that he shouldn't be worried about anything like that. As she landed on the surface of the reservoir, she heard Sky tell her to let him know if the balance needed adjusting and that a smash cut would be quite easy for him. That was good. If there was one thing that almost anypony would notice with her routines, they almost all ended with a smash cut. It was much easier for her to plan a sharper pose and release the wind she's built in a sudden pop than a slow fade out. There were a couple exceptions, but those were few and far in between. "Everything sounds good. Give me a count of when ready!" she smiled as she heard the cue. The intro chords that she heard she let her weight shift ever so slightly. Maintaining the illusion that she was standing on the water was always a bit if a task, but the effects that they granted were worth it. Plus that trick was usually only needed for a start or end of a routine. With that slight shift though, she began to rotate clockwise on the surface of the lake and the fluttering of her wings jostling the water under her just enough that it was starting to get picked up in the small draft that she was starting to make. Using the wind, she directed the water in a few intersecting arches over her as the soft intro then gave into the more powerful version of the same rife and the first hard cut came out, the gust pushing all the water that was over her in one direction, presumably where she was intending the crowd to be. She led into a couple of full-body twists that were already seemingly perfectly in time with the beat. It followed a similar concept through the first verse, a three burst move with a fourth flowing into the next set along with the bend. Every set of bursts came with another gust of wind, although a few of those bursts managed to get away from her a bit. She'd made them a tad bit more powerful than she was expecting and diverted some of the water that she was using but she was quickly able to harness that power in and just chalked it up to first time jitters and excitement to actually doing this with the most important pony in her world. The first set was a burst with her left forehoof forward and her right hind leg back perfectly level to the water leading into a close-winged three-quarter stance and then a fully extended upright open-winged stance, her left wing flowing into the next series of pop moves. Her whole form turned a hundred and eighty degrees. Her left wing shot out first then, then her body flowed with the motion and finished that burst with a stomp sending water up into the air that she caught with her wings. If Sky was paying attention, he would notice himself that she was starting to use her wings a lot more in her show, even more than she normally would. Every burst set had wing movement in it and of course, she was building tension. The water started swirling around her as if the winds were starting to make a vortex around her, and then the same moment that Sky sang "on me" she stomped once again and this tome was airborne as she dispersed the tension and the wind that was around her, going through slow melodic and thoughtful sequences. She dropped down to the surface of the water and she lightly dragged her hooves across it's surface to generate shapes in the waves. When the second verse started, Wind Dancer shifted the focus. The dance was still melodic, but was sharp and precise and in time with the percussion, at least for the most part. There were a few kicks that she missed the timing on slightly but she kept going. This was a trial run of course and so far everything that she'd though of and scripted for her thoughts in regard to this was working perfectly. As the song continued and she made her way back up into the air. The gusts and the vibrations in the air building once again as she starting bouncing the winds off of each other to create not one but two vortexes of water, building up once again. She was imagining the lighting effects here going crazy as everything built up for the final climax of the song and when Sky sang, "never look back" she started flowing around the vortexes herself with rhythmic movements and if Sky were to see her face during the ride, he would see nothing but glee. The song then went back to that pulsing Rhythm and mid move as she went into a final sequence she gave a nod to cut and with one final pose all the tension released and the water blew up into the are to fall back down as a shower of rain. She couldn't help but pant a bit. "What... Did you think?" she yelled between breaths before flying back to the cloud house and landing a tad bit winded but otherwise still good to go. "I need to get some of the opening under control a bit better, and tighten some things up in the middle there, but over all I liked what I was feeling. I also think the lighting that I'm envisioning will really make that piece sparkle. After all, that's kinda what I started planning this song around as soon as you started it. Similar to how I used the lighting effects for Sandstone," she told him with a smile.
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    ~~~Wind Dancer~~~ Wind Dancer shook her head when Sky said that he was worried that she might find some of his stuff a little monotonous. That she injected so much variety into her shows and it was much more than what he was writing. "Not at all! I keep everything varied so that I can keep the crowd involved a bit. But the tempo and the beat is actually what dictates the type of dance that I use for it. Something upbeat and fast will have a sharper and faster routine. With that will usually come more sudden gusts of wind and the emphasis for it is more on the dance itself rather than the wind effects. Gusts are a lot harder to control than sustained winds. Melodic tempos will give me a change to build up a sustained wind to give a sudden strong burst at the climax," she said with a smile explaining a few of the nuances of dancing. When he said that they should start with a song that he had already written, and that he said that it had a good backbone beat for a dance. She nodded to Sky and she smiled. "I think that is a good idea. Play it for me once and let me get my creative juice going and I'll start scripting the routine, and then we can play it a second time and I can see if everything flows like it does in my mind. And something to remember. We're planning a completely new routine! We might hit a few snags along the way and it's not going to be easy, but the most important thing to remember is we don't have to get it all done in a day," she said with a smile and a nuzzle. "We have all the time in the world, so we don't need to rush anything. We can make this perfect!" Wind smiled happily as she sat next to Sky. She made sure not to crowd him too much as she listened to him starting to play. As soon as she heard the intro, and that shift, her eyes lit up, and she began scribbling. This song had the makings of a good mix of melodic and punch. She could already envision the lighting and what she wanted to do with it. This was actually going to be rather easy for her choreograph. Her pencil was going a mile a second in her mouth looking down at the water, and then up into the sky. The thing with being a pegasus dancer. The sky and the ground were literally the two limits, and everything in between was her canvas. She was also thinking about doing a bit more experimental stuff. She's been afraid to try to do anything substantial with her wings in direct moves, but so far they've held up to everything that she's pushed them through. She should be able to handle some of the ideas that she had. As she heard the song end and started fading out. "That is amazing! It was so heartfelt and the beat and the melodic balance were perfect! I also liked the fade out at the end, but for the dance I feel that should be a sudden cut after the three chord pops right before the crystal bend right after the sound drop. That fade out is perfect for the album though. That will give a good hard stopping point for the routine and give a good flow into the next piece. That said, I have a good idea of what I want to do for this. We won't have the lighting effects here, but I can envision those while doing the dance. Do you think that you can give that song another whirl?" she asked as she stood up and began stretching. Once Sky said yes, if he said yes, she would move down to the surface of the reservoir and get ready.
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    ~~~Wind Dancer~~~ Yes!!! This was one of the moments that she'd been waiting for ever since she'd met Sky Sailing! Of course, all the dates and the officially becoming special someponies thing was probably the most important and the happiest thing that's ever happened to her... but still. At the end of the day, she was a dancer! and her special somepony was a musician! This only seemed natural for them to do! She was waiting for him to finish his album and then she was waiting for a decent amount of time to open up in her performances so that she could start working on a new routine. Thankfully, Golden Bit let her take a couple of weeks off. The trade off was that the Mareage had to get the first duo performance of them, but if Wind Dancer was being completely honest with herself, the Mareage was probably where they were going to be performing anyway. It only made sense to her because the Mareage was one of Windy's favorite places here in Las Pegasus. Of course, her favorite place in the world right now was wherever Sky was, and right now that was over the reservoir. Since she was going to be working on an entirely new routine with brand new music that Sky was going to be writing just for them, she was going to need lots of choreography paper!! And things to write with! She was quick to land on Sky's porch and see that he was already outside. She couldn't stop herself from doing her little excited trot in place routine as she landed. "Sky! Oh I'm so excited," she said refraining from rushing over to him and hugging him and potentially damaging some very expensive equipment. When he asked what she was thinking for the routine and if she wanted the routine to be entirely written by him or if she had a couple songs of her own to put in she got all giddy once again. "Oh! I was hoping that we could use your music for all of it! if wouldn't be much of a collaboration if I used music from somepony else. I do that all the time! I want this to be as special as you are," she smiled warmly.
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    OOC: Note for everyone We will be posting the procession/vows post in about a week! If you've got stuffs you'd like your characters to do before that just thought we'd give you the heads up! Glitter began trotting down towards the table where it appeared Berry Punch was serving drinks! She was feeling good, and nothing helped with feel good like a little fire water! She wasn't planning on doing lots of drinking...well, at the moment...there would be time for that later. The mare glanced back, wondering if the unicorn was coming along with her. She wasn't sure Temy would want to come closer to every pony else. She was an outsider and felt more comfortable that way. Glitter understood. If Temy wasn't coming down she'd bring her something. "Hey there," She cleared her throat, blushing a little. She'd not actually spoken with many other ponies, well none actually, since her and Temy's ordeal in the icy heights. "What do you have by way of adult drinks? Something not too sweet?" She glanced at the young filly nearby and smiled. "Hello there!"
  42. 1 point
    He was proving to be a particularly prickly customer. While it was normal to be on edge when in a stressful situation, and she could scarcely imagine a more stressful situation than walking into the home of some of your most powerful former enemies, he had done so of his own free will. He had done so in order to warn them of a possible threat, a looming danger to Equestria. Yet despite that it seemed as if his warning was laced with a certain disdain. It was easy to warn friends, but enemies? She couldn't imagine it was easy for him to do so. He had shown great courage in doing so. But now they had hit an impasse. He had given his warning but didn't want to help further. If that was the case however, he could simply leave. There was no reason for this to continue if he didn't wish it too, yet he remained. He even sat on the seat offered to him, though he did not take the water that was offered. She would have to appeal to him in a new way. "If you need a sculpture, you get a sculptor. If you need a forest to be protected, you get a warden," she began as she took another sip of water. "If you need to understand the mind of a possible foe, you use the expertise of a former enemy," she said, emphasizing the former. Despite his past they had current indication that he was a threat to them, and all the evidence pointed to shades or other forms of him that had caused more recent troubles. "If you need to decide how to respond to a great power, you speak to a great power," she said, gesturing to him as she said great power the second time. It was the simple truth: He had been one of Equestria's most daunting foes in the past, and her jaunts in alternate timelines showed her what he could have been again. "You bring a certain mindset and experience to the subject. Plus, you're the only one here who has fought her. I can't think of anycreature more qualified than you to help us create a total threat assessment." She shuffled some papers in front of her, then leaned back in her chair. "Just relax. You came here to warn us. We appreciate it, and are trying to avail ourselves of your great knowledge and experience. In our concern about this Sorceress, we are united. So please, drink some water and relax. You are under no threat here."
  43. 1 point
    Applejack licked her lips. How would it all go down? Well, not as she thought it would. The guards seemed controlled, like puppets on strings. Her eyes narrowed as she looked about, trying to pinpoint just why it was. It was then she saw...something. She couldn't quite make it out since it wasn't entirely solid. It wasn't even a shadow- more like a bending of light that tried and failed in a small way to keep something hidden. Something four legged, pony shaped even. Applejack could swear she saw what looked like lines heading from it to the guards, even heading inside of the temple. She could swear she saw something snaking near them. She watched these tendrils move into the underbrush. They were hidden as best as it could be and it felt like only Applejack could see them. Why didn't anypony else see them? Granted they were small and had the same light refraction as the origin. But it was as if- -okay too close. One tried to reach up to her, and Applejack had barely the time to react to it. It scrapped up against the armor on her fetlock and she jumped back in alarm. "Watch out!" She slipped through her clenched teeth. The tentacle started to retreat once it failed to attach itself to her. She looked around, seeing the same ones reaching the others. "Move! Watch out!" She said as she pushed Fire Walker over, tumbling deeper into the brush and ending up besides the mare. "Y'all seeing what Ah'm seein'?" She asked as she dared to take a look back at the temple. The illusion was gone. Either they had attacked it and it had vanished in the face of physical contact or the pony casting the illusion wasn't able to do so anymore. That option boded ill for them. The guards who had tuned in unison started to look out into the woods and started a measured, careful march into them. "What tha hay is controllin' 'em?"
  44. 1 point
    It had been a rather long time since the red coated officer had been in an actual real battle. This was always a good thing, because she believed her job was to keep the peace. Technically she recently had been part of a rather large force of ponies, dragons, gryphons yaks, changelings and many other types of creatures that were asked to stand against the Changeling Queen, Lord Tirek and some small child. She was not asked to attack, but to keep the two villains and one child unfocused by flying really quickly by them. This was successful and the baddies were turned to stone. Something that ended well. She was also later told the kid was a evil kid. Huh. After making sure the others had the right spot to hide, Fire Walker quickly found one of her own. Once the spell was cast and the mercenaries were startled into fleeing into random members of her squad, their foes would be easy pickings. And sure enough, Gleaming Shield's scary snake illusion was terrifying. But something was wrong. Instead of running for the hills, the mercenaries stopped what they were doing and slowly waddled towards the fake snake with their weapons drawn. The way they walked reminded her of a horror movie, a zombie movie. She then noticed something was odd with their eyes. Oh dear. Worried, the officer poked her head, 'They are being hypnotized', Fire mouthed to the farmer. And what creature had the ability to do that?
  45. 1 point
    From where Applejack was sitting, it didn't seem likely that they couldn't just steamroll these twelve. Heck, she was angry enough at times she reckoned she could beat a whole army at once! But her Captain had her mind screwed on right and more sound than Applejack did. The tactical outlook was pretty good. They could frighten them into splitting up or running, assuming they were the type to be afraid. There was always the other option. If they didn't think it was frightening, if they didn't take the bait. They could alert those inside, assume a defensive formation, and make this a lot harder. But there was always a thousand ways things could go wrong, and no plan ever survived first contact. Still, they had to trust in their Captain. No matter the result they had a plan and committing to that plan was one of the few ways they could conquer the task ahead of them. "Aye aye," she said with a short salute and a whisper, watching as the other guards went about their jobs. Gleaming Shields had a list of illusions she could choose to deploy. Her magic wasn't going to wow anycreature with its over the top power but she knew exactly what she needed to and when she needed to do it. Everypony else assumed their positions. Brickhouse and Lighthouse both took positions next to some nearby trees, weapons at the ready. Bightblade stood further back, analyzing the treeline and preparing his own spell while their flight scout took to the trees. Applejack for her part started setting some traps at the treeline, just far enough in to be out of sight. No doubt that if they were trained well enough or didn't fall for the bait that it would be a waste of time but any effort that could be made to make the most of a possible ambush was effort that truly couldn't be considered wasted, regardless of the outcome. It took only a few moments in all actuality for Gleaming Shield to settle on her illusion. Everypony had a native fear of poisonous creatures and when you made them incredibly large that fear could only ever be compounded. From the top of the mouth of the temple slithered a giant snake, appearing behind the majority of the mercenaries as it reared up, big enough so it blocked the majority of the entrance. It was a giant king cobra, and the mercenaries were unlucky enough to be its meal target as it hissed loudly and flared its hood majestically!
  46. 1 point
    Applejack was just happy to have her Captain back. Everypony here brought certain skills to the table. The best scout in the Twilight Guard? Swift Star, and by a long mile. Brickhouse was the strongest stallion next to Big Mac that Applejack had ever seen, and Gleaming Shield was a damn fine spellcaster. Applejack wasn't sure what it was she excelled in but she knew she could do a little bit of it all, and certainly as an Equestrian heroine provided maybe that extra sparkle of hope that could get somepony through a rough time. Fire Walker was a great leader of mares and stallions in the field, not to mention a badflank herself. She knew for a fact that they were better with her mind on the task ahead. They continued their march for a while until Swift Star came swiftly crashing down. "I see something. Looks like a temple of some kind," she said. Applejack nodded. She did have one talent- a good tracker, and the owner of the squad binoculars. "Got it. Hang low. I'll venture 'head a little and scope it out. Back in a few moments," Applejack said as she nodded to Fire Walker and the others as she moved through the brush, got low, and started taking a gander at what lay beyond the treeline. It certainly matched the tenor of a temple. It looked like something out of a Daring Do special. Pyramid structure but there was no back to it. Instead, it faded into the mountain. Overrun with vines and with parts of it missing, the marble-stone structure was otherwise solid. And guarded. A motley collection of creatures, from hard-scrabbled western stallions to two bulky Griffons, stood watch over the entrance. They were armed as one would expect mercenaries to be armed- spears, swords, shields, a few staffs for the magically inclined to help focus their combat potential. As she looked, a pegasus mare came to land at the steps of the landing at the base of the structure, where she met a unicorn stallion. He used his horn to take from her a collection of objects that were small and difficult to see. The pair nodded and started walking up the steps. Applejack licked her lips and then fell back, approaching the group with a whispered voice. "Yep, classical temple. Ah saw 'bout twelve guards, mixed species, mixed weapons. Ah saw swords, spears, shields, staffs- no bows or crossbows, but certainly some magic. They're all packed tight 'round tha staircase heading into tha temple, which is built into tha mountain. I didn't see any patrols but safe bet there are some. It don't look like we're gonna be able to sneak our way in. How do ya wanna tackle it, Captain?" Applejack whispered as she drew the guards in. She licked her lips. It wasn't unexpected that there was a fight, but that didn't mean she relished it. She didn't like hurting other creatures, but she would certainly do so if it meant proecting Equestria. Proecting from what, however? Well, that much they'd have to discover.
  47. 1 point
    With a clash the two meet again, more driven than ever she pushed hard on the attack. That one small slip up was… worrying. Not world ending. Far from it. In the heat of battle it's easy to miss something like that. She hoped. But she can not worry long, her focus taken by the battle at hoof. This time it was much faster. Pushing in hard she forced the block she wanted and locked the hook of her ace over the handle of the aposeing weapon and forced it upwordes more. She did not think the bull would lose his grip and he did not. but she had no aim to disarm him with this move. All she needed was him to focus on keeping his axe as she let one hoof slip free and strike with the leading edge of her hoof at his neck. He reeled back while wheezing, losing the grip on his weapon. She let go of her own unleashed a storm of blows on the bull as he fell down. Wearever he failed to block she hit. Chest. Nethers. Neck. head. It did not matter where so long as he was not blocking. When he stopped she continued to rain blows on him, unrelenting in the onslaught until finly it registered in her mind that he wasn't moving. She felt… weird. wrong. She lost control of herself and felt ashamed in some deep part of her soul. But she has won. What did she do now? Looking up to the battle it seemed to be in the winning strokes now. They won. Looking back at the bull she saw his chest moving. He was alive still. She was ordered to kill him. Kill and take his helm. Easy. She picked her axe back up and chewed on the handle in her muzzle as a small part of her protested what she was about too do. She’s killed before. So why was this so daunting? “Sorry.” She whispers, unsure why as she swings the weapon down one last time. ---- Holding the helm by its straps she made her way back to the Jarl. She’s done what he wanted, killed the bull and got the helm. Yet she felt wrong about all of it. Was this really what she was doing? Why WAS she doing this? Why did she feel so much need to win even a glance of respect from him? Did she crave that feeling of self worth this much? But for all the protest her mind gave her she kept walking to him. She can go home whenever. Leave. Just a few days more of this will not hurt. Will it?
  48. 1 point
    “Hurt me, as if!”, the Siren huffed as she started to float down. Her size also shifted from really really big all the way down to pony size as her form drifted to the ground “And seriously like-please, like do not stick a cupcake in your eye as that would venture into the realm of the bogus and make me gag and gag and gag." The now fun-sized Siren was eventually within reach once she hit her last 'gag'. She gracefully landed on the ground and kept her self prompted on by her long tail and front legs. "Also, for the record. ", she glanced over at Fire Walker, "I hope you're writing this down! Cause this is like, so very important. Or something.", she turned her attention back to Applejack. "I don't live here. Nuh.", she turned to Fire Walker for a brief second, "Nuh." The second 'Nuh' was to make sure the red pony got it. "This is just my super secret place I sometimes hangout when the parental units or dumb sibs get on my nerves. Took my 'boo' here like once and he was like all.", she shifted into a parody of a male's voice, 'Uh-gee Tre-Ta, there an't nothing to do here!'", she returned to her 'valley-speak', "And I was like, hello? There's me! And he didn't get my meaning cause he's thicker than a whale-omelet. Dumb guys wouldn't notice a romantic moment if It painted itself purple and started to like, dance on the table while shouting 'I'm a romantic moment'." One thing really bothered her. Pony city names. San Flanknado? Really? They have a city with a 'butt' in it? Weird. "Nah, never heard of that place. I'm sure your cousin is a total rad to the tad, all the way to being all bad." "Oh." From where they stood they could see a large creature swim along the surf. This was a blue Tri-horned Bunyip. She was followed by several smaller versions of herself. "Hey Miss Princesa!", she waved at the creature who honked back. With this vindication, Swift Star could not help but grin. "And there's her kids: Conejito, Lil' Jefe, Chulo and Chuloa...They're twins and Pachuco. Cute lil' kids....So...", her attention slowly drifted back to the ponies, "So, why are you on my island?"
  49. 1 point
    Fire Walker waited for the good mare of 'many many jobs' to finish talking before she dismissed the others to start on camp. 'Pork Walker' was allocated rations of table scraps, which made him very happy. Not being the type of a commanding officer who just stood around while her fellow officers did all the work, she lent a helping hoof. She did pause for a moment. Applejack was pregnant again? This would be the second adventure the pair had been on together where she was with foal. Thankfully all of the red Pegasus pony's fears during their trip were unfounded as foal number one was born without any issues, or at least none Fire Walker had heard about. Once the camp was dismantled and placed in storage, the officer made sure everypony was ready and was fully equipped. She also made sure they all had time to visit the little filly and colt room before she secured the ship. After that, they would need to use the bushes for their business. The ship itself had a few features that kept nasty folk from breaking in, and her favorite new addition was a cool little new enchantment known as the 'Chameleon Circuit'. One of the head enchanters of the R.E.A, a unicorn named Ilinalta had come up with it. Once everypony was ready and all the doors were locked, Lighthouse activated the device. Within seconds, the ship was replaced by an large grouping of impenetrable native trees. "Neat.", the mare uttered as this was the first time she got to see the device in action. And thus began the march towards EVIL! Or at least over some rather rocky ground. Thankfully their assigned horseshoes were created for such surfaces. They were hard on the outside, but as soft as a kitten who was hugging a bunny inside. This was also good for Applejack as the shoes prevented too much rocking when one was walking. Swift Star did not have to worry about the ground as she was the first to go ahead into the sky. As they trotted on by, Fire spotted the usual native animals as they wandered about. More of those cute piggies. Lots of birds. Adorable little beach mice. And even some turtles. These quickly vanished the further they moved away from the beach. And what had started off as rocky mounds appeared to grow larger the further they moved on. Eventually there would be cliffs and the cave they wanted to to find. Fire was surprised to see their scout already. "Just a head's up Sirs.", she floated to the ground, "There's an U.L.C.U.D. ahead. Maybe a half-mile ahead. Walking your way. It's a little hard to see as it's a mess of trees, but I have a feeling it's an Tri-Horned Bunyip. They're usually harmless but please proceed with caution.", before returning to the sky, she paused just in case anypony had any questions.
  50. 1 point
    Name: Sky Crack Sex: Female Age: Young Mare Species: Pegasus Eye Color: Blue Coat: Magenta, though often hidden behind armor. Mane/Tail: Blonde, closely kept and cropped in the tradition of ancient pegas, though almost universally behind a helmet. Physique: Exceptionally fit and athletic Residence: Acroneighos at the quarters of the city Strategos, her mother. Occupation: Scout Accompli to the Acroneighos Tenth Pegtasi. Cutie Mark: A shield surrounded by lightning. During her First Scout Trials, an errant storm rolled over the forest south of the city where the fillies and colts were trying out for greater selection. With her wingmate hit by an errant lightning bolt, Crack followed his broken body to the forest below. For three days and night Crack protected him amidst the worst wild storm in years, emerging at the end of the forest battered, bruised, and with a heavily wounded wingmate on her back and a cutie mark on her flank. Notable Talents/Unique Traits: Gifted with the use of sarissa, hasta, doru, pugio, pilium, javelins, and bows. One of the most athletic pegasi in all of Maretonia with exceptional, even for the Acroneighi, stamina and endurance. Talented singer, poet, engineer, philosopher, and dancer. History/Summary: Acroneighos is a city that gives birth to a very tough breed of pegasi, and Sky Crack is no exception. Born to the family of the newly elected Strategos of the city, Sky Crack from an early age was trained to follow in the wingflaps of her elders. Getting the finest education and the best diet a pony could ask for, she was bred for athletics and trained for war. As her family grew more and more successful expectations for the young Crack only grew. This consistent pattern of self-replicating growth in expectation could not have fallen upon a more eager pony's shoulders. Her parents were not the only ponies Crack was expected to follow. In their private estate there was a room of wax sculptures made of their ancestors, each one immediately after one passed. Lines on the wall from one to another ancestor were decorated with the names of achievements and battles, honors and wars, triumphs and campaigns they cherished. These ancestor rooms are not uncommon, but ones such as the Crack's are rarer than most as dozens of great leaders and soldiers are counted amongst the family line. It is said that an Acroneighian pegasus foal's spirit burns like flame with the passions that the ancestors stoke within them. If that is true, then Sky Crack's burns as a star. Knowing what she must live up to and what she must be capable of, Sky Crack has always done more than others to prove herself. She gets up earier and stays awake later and while awake does more in less time. She possesses an intense amount of energy that is propelling her forward at nearly every waking moment. Rest and relaxation are times truly enjoyed by Sky Crack because she fills every other moment with such an all encompassing work ethic that others are intimidated by the verve with which she lives. It is this energy which her parents put their hoof on early and have leveraged ever since. She was given the best personal trainers and members of the Acroneighian guard were given special assignments for the young filly. While other fillies and colts were expected to undertake certain tasks in preparation for their service in the military once older, Sky Crack started younger and was given a greater weight of responsibility and risk. She was the youngest pony at the time to be practicing with real weapons once they transitioned from wooden test weapons to the real thing and she was the first in her class to grade out as exceptional above in most weaponry. Most fillies spent a few hours a day in their armor as they grew older to get acclimated to the feel while Sky Crack would spend whole days or weeks in it, changing out only under orders. From her parents and their advisors she learned strategy and tactics, learning the different wargames she could play and competing against any older pony she could find. Sky Crack was less skilled as a strategist than she was as a combatant but the repetition and persistence of the filly paid off and it wasn't entirely too long before she started defeating first others her age and then some of the older ponies. While her training and teaching along the path of Strategos has lagged behind others, she is still considered to be further along than others her age. She is no different from most of her city in that she believes war to be a casual event- much better to wage war and solve an issue in one decisive conflict so enemies can become good friends than allow divisiveness drive a wedge for generations between creatures. Better to fall in an honorable engagement than survive to live in a dishonorable peace. It was not just in the ways of war that her parents had her educated. The city loves athletic competition and Sky Crack was one of many who sought honor and glory. From an early age she met with various coaches and trainers who poked, prodded, and helped mold her body into the physical specimen of pure athletic capability it is today. At times the process is painful- one particular incident involved her father tossing out a birthday cake an admirer had made for her- but the first time she had beaten somepony in a race the sacrifices that followed seemed little in comparison. Now she stands as one of the most athletic and accomplished pegasi in the 'nation' of Maretonia. Her parents did not neglect her mind and several tutors were hired to broaden her mind. Equestrian professors and Arabian engineers mingled with Unyasan philosophers and Griffon scholars. Her energy and insistent need to know, coupled with an argumentative tendency, burned out a few tutors along the way. The whole operation almost ended when a suave Arabian colt was found in her bedchambers, resulting in the expulsion of his poet father. Regardless, she has a worldliness about her that belies the traditional view of the Acroneighians as an uncultured bronze behemoth. She has also traveled the world. This worldiness is important to the city now. With her parents among the leadership pushing for a greater degree of contact and friendly relations with other ponies, Sky Crack has an acute understanding that it will be up to her generation of leaders and heroes to make that dream a reality. An important step for her was her acceptance into the Scouts of the Tenth Pegtasi. Each Pegtasi refers to one of the armed formations of the city, with the tenth being for those who just came of age. Being named a Scout is one of the highest honors a pony of any Pegtasi can ask for as that combination of speed, skill, intelligence, and reliability is considered the linchpin of the successful campaigns that the city is known for. Sky Crack is very open to the cultures and ideas of others, but is very quick to resort to the ideals of her own culture when conflict of any kind breaks out. She honors debates, duels, jousts, marksmare competitions, races, relays, wrestling, and pugilism with the same gusto. When there is nothing to challenge her beliefs she will seek out other beliefs so she may study and learn from them, and can and will indulge in the aspects of other cultures if she sees a benefit to her family and city.
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