Dusty

The world was so confusing. Her head was pounding with pain as her eyes tried to focus but failed. Glitching, sputtering as images come and go. Text flashed in useless streams she can't keep up with. It was like being alive in a dream, falling and aware but helpless to stop what was going on. She can feel herself being moved, hurt. Pulled. It hurt! Yet she can not voice it or react. Where was she again? Why was thinking so hard? -systems damage!- The words pounded in her head, she wanted to hide her head underneath a pillow from them. What was she doing? -Calling for immediate repairs!- -ERROR: failed to content to ECCM- -ERROR: failed to content to CCNW- Her eyes focused again on the pink shape in front of her… Was she floating? She felt weird… in the air. Limp and lifeless, but alive as her eyes tried so hard to stay focused as danger warnings flared up, glitching in and out as her combat routines try helpless to understand what was going on. Was it talking? She can hear sounds, words buy they all seem so meaningless… Then the crash happened. At first it was good, she felt warm, safe. Like she was filly snuggled up in bed. Than the bed dropped out from underneath her. Her stomach felt like it was trying to claw its way out of her chest as her head had hot nails driven in to it. All the good was ripped out of her body, the masked pain no longer out of view. Why did her legs hurt so much? Why did everything hurt? -Critical warning! Combat Stims failing! Calling for immediate R.A.R!- -ERROR: failed to content to ECCM- -ERROR: failed to content to CCNW- -Critical warning! Enforcer at risk of flatline! Calling for immediate R.A.R!- -ERROR: failed to content to ECCM- -ERROR: failed to content to CCNW- The voices! They were like nails on her brain, screaming at her about something! Where was she!? What was going on! Why was it so hard to think! “H-healp…” Soft, faint, Weak. “Me.” She whimpered, forcing words from a muzzle that was not her own for so long. Her will was not broken yet, it screamed for her to do something. “Pea… pllss..” Words fail in her muzzle, it was so hard to speak when she can’t even feel the words. “Plase.” What was this pink thing? Did she know of it? Has she seen it? Can it help her? It was talking to her… it must be. “Lightning Dust.” A name, was it her name? It was, it has to be. Her name was Lightning Dust! And she… She… oh.

Tempest chuckled softly at how much AJ loved talking about her colt, it was adorable. Even if the fact that it was… stuck her as odd. Something about it just warmed her heart and she just can’t explain why. “That is good to hear and glad he’s learning well! Math gave me one heck of a time. Never was one for it or much learning when I was young. Just wanting to run about outside.” She remarked shaking her head. “And things have been… Stressing. Been trying to change my life around some. Call my crazy but I have really been thinking about just packing it all up and heading deep out in to the wilderness for a time. Maybe try my hoof at map making remote places? Don’t know. I just know city and town life has been nothing short of a fuss for me. But keeping my nose out of things to bad for now… just some scraps here or there for fun.” She says with a wave of her hoof sinker. “Now… I am willing to buy some apples. But a kiss?” She arched an eyebrow. “Well tell you what, let me crash my flank in the barn again tonight for free and maybe I will let you.” She says leaning her head back just to be on the safe side.

Tempest arched an eyebrow at how odd sunset acted before she just chuckled. “We it seems, are not like most ponies.” She remarked without slowing down her fast walk at all but she did keep her eyes on Sunset now with a glare of a hungry wolf. “You changed topics with all the grace of a drunken sailor spotting a hot mare. I shall take this to mean you worry the topic of this… land will upset me… Do they all have hands? Is that it? Must not walk on all fours than. Dreadful. A two leg species dominated that world yes? If you wish to hide something get better at topic changes and flow.” She added looking away from Sunset, done staring in to the mares very soul with her cold judging eyes. “It is not mine, so I care not. But do not take them too this one. The last thing we need is more verimen running about.” She says with snort and flick of the ears. “But let's dig into something more fanasting. I… Well, disowned works in some ways, my family as well. And friends… home. All of it. I have no wish to ever see them again save for maybe are servent. She’d be rather old now. But she was more of a mother than my own. And my friends? Some of them were in canterlot. Saw the names on the lists. Posted them for the hardest laber. My last ‘thanks’ for them tossing me to the side.” She frowns. “It did not make me feel better. Much of what happened did not not. So tell me outcast. Why come back? What force drove you to seek the lands you turned from?” She asked all of this without looking at Sunset one time, yet Sunet can feel that the taller unicorn was very away of every movement she made.

“Finly.” Tempest says marching, rather literally, up to the stand where she stands tall. At first with that same dead, uncaring blank face that seems stuck on her. At least until it broke down into a smile as she holds a hoof out to greet AJ. “Hello, been a few has it? Sorry. Life has been… Busy but maybe for the better. How have you and the young one been?” She asked sounding very genuine in her words and smile. But aside from that smile and a more cheerful tone she looked much the same. Still wearing that body covering jumpsuit and black-platemail. Her face had a few more new markings as well. Scarring from cuts gained somehow from the last time AJ laid eyes on the mare betraying that she has yet to get away from finding ways to get in to scraps. But she was still tall, lean and powerful as the jumpsuit did nothing to hide the raw strength underneath it. In all, not a lot seems too have changed with her but if one knew her they can see so much has in the small act of her smiling and caring about another. Small things but so very big for her.

‘Lightning’ leans her head to the side and shrugs her shoulders. No ties. No links. She was nothing with no past and she had to keep that. He wanted to add more layers so she may trip on her own story. But she knew how to be… nothing. To come from nowhere with no past. She has done it plenty of times already. Now what was… something was the dog! She knew he was… more than he seemed but this was something new. She can’t help but look him up and down with a confused face and bewilderment at what happened and what he was. She wished she can voice how…. Uh, shocking that was. She did not know what he was. At all. How she wanted to know more! The Jarl's words on the topic so open ended as to what this dog was. But she had a feeling that is something she will not learn today. But she did have to do a double take as the Jarl did offer her… and the dog maybe? To join him. She was thinking he may be leading up to this but the fact he did was still… more than she planned for. This trip was to mess about, live another life and get away from the feelings that haunted her. Now on the plate was so much more and the risk with it. Well she was thinking about the risks of joining already it was now much more pressing. If she did join she’d be playing with her life. One wrong move, one slip and she ends up on the chopping block. By her own will if need be, slave she shall NEVER be. So can she risk it all? To put herself side by side with them? She was trying to get away from… this way of living. To stop feeding her demons. But this was one in a lifetime… The last hurrah? She had too. She will join, stay with them for… long as she felt safe than fake her death. Death happened out here. He’d not be shocked to see a newer blood pass in a battle going south. So be it. Rearing up on the table she nods her head, grinning ear to ear. For all her thinking she did not let slip one glance of worry. She was a cow wanting this, ready for it with all her heart and she had to look the part… one that was far too easy to play, something that deep down distressed her in how easy it was. The wolves will get to play one last time.

By the time Seabreezer reached the captain Draco was leaning on the rails looking out over the busy docks. A free port like this for all its risk drew many far and wide. Even merchants came this far out to sell goods they can’t at other places. As such the city grew and grew, only to be washed away come the next storm. It came and went like the seasons and he found that rather charming. Looking over at Seabreezer he snorted at a hoof hit his back and repaid it by snapping open a wing in to her face with some force as well. Well she recovered from a face full of wing he looked back at the docks. “We need some more skilled crew, we got plenty of hard working hooves and claws but I need some brains.” He remarked. “I can only hope I can get some. If all fails I will just have to put in a request with the Diamond Dog merchants and I'd rather not take that path. Maybe we need too try some luck on a more well off merchant ships and see if we can press gang one of their more highly educated crew to join us.” He explained strecheing out like a cat with a yawn, not at all put off or bothered by the acts he was explaining or thinking of. “Now I hope you got me something to drink, you have been eating up my bank partying well I have been doing paperwork and buying goods. You will be happy to know the hardtack I got does not have weevils in it! So best enjoy it before they do.” He chuckles looking at the half zebra. “Added flavor if you ask me.”

Tempest flicked an ear as the pink bird pony felt the need to speak up. She groaned and looked over her back at the filly with a cold, uncaring look she was so well known for. “I’m not gonna be baited in to that. Last thing I need is twilight sitting me down for some long friendship talk on why my discipline is not ok to use on colts and fillies.” She remarked looking away from them. But it seems Grubber had to open his trap again. At least he was not talking at her so she can’t really get angry at him for talking at another around her. Fleet days were long gone. Even if his lisp made her skin crawl. But hearing him stand up for her was… funny. He was ever faithful in his own way. For how much she hated how useless he was, he was not a total failure. His trust and willingness to follow her orders was good. Now if only he was not so lacking in all other things! Maybe when he’s older she can try her hoof at training him better? Was it even worth it? Probably not. But few were willing to go on rants about how good sh- hold up. Her ears flicked as she turned her head to look at him. ‘Best friend anybody can ask for’? It made a soft snort leave her muzzle. That was a lie. It's been almost two years and she’s not made one… Not for a lack of trying. It's not her fault. Was it? Whatever. It was almost her turn and she was getting hungry.

Tempest nods with a soft chuckle as she watched AJ remove the small colt from her back. She was kinda sad to see him go, but he needed some real rest, not napping on top of her back. As sweet as that was. “Don’t rush.” Tempest says back as AJ left the room… Soon as she was gone she lays her head down on the table, staring off at nothing as she took stock of… everything. Aj was uncomfortable that was easy to read. Much as the mare did try to hide it, she was a bad liar. But she can’t blame AJ. What pony will not feel uncomfortable with her? What she asked? But she had to do it. AJ needed to understand getting too know her was not fun and full of sunshine. She was not normal. In one week she went from leading an airship fleet to sitting at this table. She took this land to the breaking point in one day. Its leadership gone on all levels. Yet she was free. They let her go on the words of twilight. Friends. Much as she smiled and nodded she did not feel it. She never had friends and that was not changing soon. With a sniff Tempest realized she was starting to lose it. Tears were forming in her eyes. She needed to be alone. Drinking the last of the milk and taking a few more bites she looked out the window and the growing darkness outside as the evening faded into night time. She needed to rest, that’s all. Did she stay? Was she wellcome too? Walking to the stars she looked up them, she wanted to ask… But something stopped her. She felt scared to ask. Moving to the door she gently opens it and slips out to find somewhere to sleep underneath the stars.

“There's beauty in chaos.” Tempest says back, her eyes fixed on the road ahead as they walked. “And I don't mean the chaos of… say, Discord. His is more a from of disorder than chaos but really that is down to how one uses the word. But my magic is very unpredictable no two spells are ever really the same. Most don’t know that about me… but when I use magic it's bringing order to a storm. Pulling all the bolts together to aim them at something. I never know how they will move I just have to act on it.” She slowed her walk down and took in a deep breath as she relaxed more. “I can not say I fully believe you. But I can not dismiss it as well. We live in a world where what can or can not happen is often so easily broken with the flick of a horn. Pigs can’t fly until a unicorn gets bored and put wings on one. So some magic gateway to another land can not be dismissed. Just seems rather out there… But so are shape shifting bug-ponies and I…” She tails off, flinching as if something hit her. “I worked for a blasted… thing that walked on two legs and had… ‘fingers’ and may I say fingers are weird. They honestly creep me out. Ever watch something with fingers hold things? Bending them like dozens of tiny legs… It's just… wrong.” She added with a silver as she got back into a steady walking pace well making a turn down another path. “But let's… get back to you. You live in this other place… What is it like? Are there no unicorns? Just… Earth pony? Pegasus? Something like that?” She asked, finly glancing down at Sunny.

Tempest flicked an ear to the sound of rain on the tent and the crackling of water landing on a hot fire. Just about every time she had an opportunity to get away from the city and get lost in the wilderness she took it to do just that. Re-reading the newspaper article she cut out she dwelled on its words. They, like so many others, were completely correct and yet they seemed so daunting. But she needed to swallow her pride and follow it. Easier said than done and maybe that is why she needed this… ‘therapist’ to help her. Not the first to say that but she did not know where to start. What soft pony has a hope of understanding her? But was that line of thinking precisely why she was in the spot she was? Well she can take some steps by herself. Puting the newspaper article away she stretched out, looking outside of her tent and took in the view of the rainy northern mountains she was camping in. Step one… ‘Stop comparing yourself to other ponies, and start dwelling on your specific positive attributes. Dwell on these affirmations and repeat them daily; force yourself if you have too’ She was… Strong. Strong willed. Brave. She worked hard and enjoyed it… Not a long list of positive attributes but maybe she can add more as she thinks of them. Next step. ‘Train yourself to be mindful of negative thoughts: try to understand the source behind your pessimism, and then re-write your thoughts in a more positive light.’ That was a more difficult one as the source of them seems so muddy. Was it her broken horn? Her filly hood? How she grew up? Was it all of them together? Well how can she look at it in a more positive light? That stumped her… How can her life be… She walked out in the rain, letting the cold water shock her body. Her broken horn made her… Grateful for what she did have. Sharp eyes and ears, a body that can go hoof to hoof with an earth pony. And she was not without magic. Yes, it was messy and chaotic but it was beautiful. Like a thunderstorm in all its raw power. There was beauty in it. Many unicorns can’t use magic at all with a broken horn. It's painful and hard. But she overcame the pain and hardships and was more powerful than many with a working horn. Did she even need a working horn? If she did would she have pushed herself to do what she did? Would she have ended up like most, content with what she had and wasting it? Maybe it being broken was something to be thankful for. It made her thankful for what she had as she may have so easily lost much more that day. An eye. An ear… her life. What was positive about how she grew up? All The hardships, dread and fear… but what about the good times? Watching the sun rise over the tips of mountains. Seeing the wonders of the northern winter and the scorched lands of the south and west. She grew to love being out there. Even now she found herself most happy when she got away from it all deep in the wilderness. She learned how to take care of herself and be grateful for every day she was alive. Maybe that was the positive light in the darkness. Looking up at the rain storm she let the cold water wash over her body in silent contemplative. ‘Whenever you accomplish a goal, celebrate it, use it as an excuse to indulge yourself, and then add that accomplishment to that list of positive attributes’ That seemed easy… She never was one to indulge herself. Well maybe she did but not in good ways. She needed to give herself good ways to indulge herself. Sweets? She did really enjoy making and drinking ice cream floats… she never understood why but maybe that was a good way to ‘treat herself’ among other things. That can’t be too hard. Maybe loosen up some and let herself slack off for a day. ‘Find things to do that make you feel good, and stick with them’ What did she like? Well.. This. Being out here in the wilderness. It was beautiful out here. She felt safe and relaxed. Cities and towns never failed to make her slink back to her worst ways. Her trip to ponyville was… just a mess. To many outbursts and bad memories. What about her job? Was that really good for her? It was forcing her to repeat very bad things and be her worst. At first it felt like what she wanted but was it? Maybe what she wanted was peace and quiet out here. Can she make a living out of that? She heard there may be jobs like that. Where one lives far out here, watching the land keeping it safe for others. That implied there others like her out there… And maybe they’d like to enjoy the peace and quiet with company? Did they have that… ‘longing’ feeling as well? Maybe. Well one of the last big steps was finding a ‘professional therapist’ to help her… Where can she even start doing that? The first pony she can think of is Cadence but she had an… ‘empire’ to run. Why did they call it an empire… Well, outside of running a city state that played make believe she had a family and many duties to follow. Twi? Same thing. AJ? Well she had a farm and family! She can’t dump her self again on the mare as some weekly thing. She stressed the poor mare out as is… Sunny? Honestly she needed to read up on this more so she knew where to even start. But in the passing of time she had to keep trying to do what Cadence suggested. Maybe there was hope yet.

Tempest sat alone in her small apartment. The glowing endless sun of Las Pegasus shimmering outside as if it was mid day, even with the sky painting black. Laying on her bed she tossed a now empty can on to the… alarmingly large heap she has yet to clean. Staring up at her ceiling and the poster of one well known captain of the guard that was nothing short of unfit for young eyes. she groaned. Sitting up she looked at the newspaper on her dirty desk, one part of highlighted. Looking at the mailing address she sat down and looked out the window. She was fearless, brave… Willing to run headlong into battles and wars. Yet it has taken her hours to even get this far. She was afraid. Yet she had to do it. This was the easiest way to take the first step. She can’t win every battle alone. Pulling out a paper and grasping a pencil in her muzzle she put it to the paper… -------------- Dear Pink Menace It fills me with an endless amount of loathing to make this letter but it is far better than other paths thanks to its anonymous nature. I do not make this letter to snub you as I made it out of the bitter truth of being fully and deeply out of my element, one you are skilled if not gifted in. Love. A word I have not thought of or spoken in many years. Something that must shock the common pony. Yet I was faced with time and time again as I watch strangers have love. A date, a romantic outing, sitting together by a river. Seeing it made me feel things I can not describe as I do not know the words or feelings to give them life. But I do know I want what they have. And that scares me. I am scared of love. I am scared of opening up and being hurt again. I have been hurt so many times, betrayed and alone for so long I don’t even know how to start. Even making friends seems so daunting I end up shutting it down out of fear. Some pony will reach out to me and try so hard to help just for me to run away. Never in my life have I spoken what I am about to put in to text. I need help. I wish I was so brave as to speak to you in person but I can’t do it. So here is where I shall take the first step. Princess Cadance how does one love herself? How does she let go of the hate and move on? Where does one start on that road? Sincerely, Air Superiority… Until we meet again.

oh my, such a small pirate! But I shall add him when his papa's ship gets listed. or may make a new slot to list pirates with no listed ship or something.

This thread with some hope, will be used for all players to plan pirate things! Ships, crews, and so on can be listed here so we know what pirates are sailing or flying about in the seas and skies. Along with letting crews of them work out details together and plan RPs. To help with this all ships and crews shall be listed on this page. Ship captains, let me know the ship, what she is like and her crew and I will put her down on this page. Same for crew, let me know what ship you are on and I will list you with it. To list a ship just fill this out. Its name and Captain. Ship rating: first is it Nautical or aeronautical, Seaship or Airship. - Ship rating, from a giant 1st rate ship of the line down to 6th rate frigate, below that are unrated ships such as Sloops, brigs, cutters and schooners. - Last, what the ship is. Gundecks: How many decks of the ship hold cannons. Guns: The ships cannons, what she is armed with and how many in total. Crew: Sail ships had big crews. The vast amount of them shall be NPCS that take care of the day to workings of the ship. List the ships crew and if it has less then a full crew, what is the max the ship can hold. After all of that is the ‘Player crew-mates listing’ it is what it sounds like. List all the player controlled crewmates. What job they name, the OCs name and player. Listed pirate ships ‘The Vicious Disgrace’ captained by Draco Silvanus Threads involving pirates "To all that can read this, Draco of ‘The Vicious Disgrace’ be'hireing crew!” - Draco Silvanus

‘For most they have looked back, pondered what they have done and try to explain some worth in it. They did it for some just aim, some just hope. Just. Yet I never did. I wanted anarchy. No flags, no governments. Be it one based on blood or some voting. Well I have lived this life for about a year and a half it was nothing short of eye opening. Yes I’d have joy and loss before and during this time. But when I looked at his ship, my crew, I felt something more. It was not just a ship. Not just some crew. This was home and they are family. All had a voice, all had a say. This freedom they all took with me and love it. Nothing may judge them but there own souls and much to a cold chuckle, many of them found that soul very dark. When one strips away the fears of government laws and punishments even the most timid of souls may uncover new found joy. Be it rum, gold, wenches or the lust of battle. Well I was never timid I found my own soule very willing to go places I’d never dream of without even a hint of regret or pity. Like Rose told me, I found freedom and did not regret what I am becoming. What shame can I put on myself when it all felt so good? Decks full of gold, family singing and cheering with rum and mares aplenty! If this life was one of sin and darkness than I have no wish nor ragrets for the other side-’ “Ahoy cap'n! Got th' notes o'hirin' put out'n done, by all th'bars. Even got some callers t'poke heads in'n let it be known ye be hirin'.” Draco shifted the ink quill between his clawed fingers as he looked down at the unfinished page of his book. A biography on his life. With luck he’d live to add many more chapters. Leaving the pages open to dry he put his quill away and got up from his desk. Well he did not sleep in the captain's quarters it was his room to think, read and store maps, books and more. And of course it was open to all his crew. For many of them that can’t read he’s taken to having times of book reading for them. It really did help the crew all bound with one’a other. Looking over at one such mate he nodded his head. “Good work, with luck it will not take too long for some to make way. The day is yet young and I have not visited one establishment of drinking yet!” He says laughing. “Do give whatever comes here a good welcome. We have room for plenty more and I do not think we’d be so lucky as to staff up 30 souls before the sun falls.” Making his way to the door he gave his crewmate a slap on the back. “Now get going, we are at the ports of ports for are kin. Go get em tiger!” The pegasus nodded his head, a younger pony he picked up not to long ago from a ship he boraded. A fine lad, he’s taken to the crew and life well. “Aye cappten! thank ye!” Watching the young soul rush off to get in to some good troubles Draco followed him out to the ships deck. He’d be here all day, as the notes and callers all told, he was hiring for one day only. Well he loved Puerto Aguila, she was the port cities to end all port cirts for his walk of life, she was one giant sinkhole for gold. So it was best to keep trips short and he was already here a week. Stay a week longer and he’d be out of gold.

Roleplay Type: WoE Name: Draco Silvanus Sex: male Age: Older stallion Species: Hippogriffian Eye colour: Blue Coat: Light blue / dark green Mane/Tail: black / mint green Physique: Draco’s most striking physical characteristic is his split fur color reminiscent of the fur patterns seen on griffins. His physique is overall tall, lean and strong built thanks to his time working on his ship where he sees plenty of exercise every day, but the food is sometimes lacking. His body is covered in scars head to hoof/claws thanks to his taste for danger and leading from the front. He carries them all with pride and passes judgement on others that are ‘clean of hardships’. Residence: ‘The Vicious Disgrace’ a three mast Sloop of War class ship armed with ten 6-pounder cannons and eight 32-pounder carronades. The guns are split with half along her port and the other half down her starboard. Giving her five 6-pounder cannons and four 32-pounder carronades per side giving her a respectful 158 pound bordside. She has a crew of 90, undersized for a ship of her class rated for 120, what limits him to full staff one line of guns well leaving his opposing gun line with an understaffed crew. Occupation: ‘Rogue Privateer’ or as most call it, pirate, and is the captain of ‘The Vicious Disgrace’. Cutie Mark: N/A Unique Traits: The blood of the Silvanus family runs in Draco, a family with a very long history that they claim started with a slave that took his freedom at the end of a sword and a stolen ship from his master. However the Silvanus family took root they have been a blood line of gifted sailers, captains and even admirals. And like all true borns of the Silvanus name Draco is no less gifted with his talents. A master of sail and navigating few captains can hope to keep pace, nor sail head long into a storm without blinking an eye like he can. History: Draco Silvanusm third son of Barak Silvanusm, an admiral of the Mount Aris navy, in a clutch of four was born as all true blooded sons of the Silvanusm famly. At sea. He was greeted with the song of sail, the light breeze in his face, the taste of the salty air on his tongue, the rocking of the ship to call him home and kissed by the sea. Such was the birth all born of Silvanusm blood share. Growing up he was trained in ship life, calling his father's ship home, playing along its deck and flying about its sails. Yet he was never the most obenet of sons. He hated following orders and despised how his father planned out his life with no care to his own feelings. He was to join the navy and at the very least be a captain, less than that and he was a failure. And so he was forced to join the very day he was old enough to join, something he hated deeply. The navy did its level best to break him in but Draco found himself spending more time in brigs than on the deck. To call his time in the navy bitter may be an understatement as he despised the chain of command. Wishing for nothing more than freedom he found his breaking point when his own father ordered him to wash every deck of the fleet flagship. Alone. Disgusted with how his father treated him and tired of the navy life Draco broke into his father's own captains quarters. After taking all the gold he found he slipped away at dusk to seek his own life and fortune without his family breathing down his neck. It was seven years later that Draco saw one of his family members again. In that time he traveled much of the world. moving from ship crew to ship crew before settling in with the crew of the Blood Rose, a privateer ship, working for a rich merchant family in Aquellia. Acting as first mate Draco was well respected and given a large amount of freedom by the ship's captain, a unicorn mare that went by the name of her ship, do there rather close relationship. In all respects Draco was happy with his life at that time and felt as if he found his place in the world. That was until the reunion happen. His brother Marca Silvanusm was a captain of Mount Aris navy with an axe to grid. Untested and not seeing combat he wanted an easy win to prove his worth to the family. And after watching the Blood Rose open fire on a ‘Mount Aris merchant ship’ he got his opening. Unaware that Draco was on the ship until his larger warship was boarding it. The meeting was not one of love as Marca saw this happy meeting as the golden cherry on top of his cake. He found himself a traitor to the crown! And so Draco found himself in chains, along with most of the ship's crew for piracy as Marca ripped up their papers and patted himself on the pack. Taking them back to Mount Aris to face trial Draco was moments away from facing his court trial when the world came crashing down around him. Mount Aris was under attack. In the confusion he broke free, trying to find his ship mates and most of all Blood Rose. The city was in a panic and Draco found himself swept up in the running masses. Try as he did to move downstream he found it hopeless. Following the masses he was taken deep in to the caves where fate played one more game on him… A full decade passed. Stuck living in the underwater caves Draco was haunted by his failure to save his ship mates and Rose. He never knew her fate and hoped she somehow got away like he did. For the first few years he did his best to lay low, fearing his brother or some other part of his family was down there with him. Yet he never found one. It took three years for him to learn, he was the last known living Silvanusm and noone knew that his brother was going to put him on trial for treason. He was by all accounts a free bird… or fish. By the time the decade ended he had wormed his way in to inheriting every last thing he can from his family name. Sadly it was not a lot with much of its worth lost top side. But he still owned the deeds to the family owned land and docks. Something he planned to make use of. The first year away from the caves was nothing short of a blur. Selling off all the family land for whatever it was worth he got the coin to buy a Aquellia ship. Sailing all the way to Aquellia he looked far and wide for even a hint of news about his old crew to no avail. Yet he did not give up. Broken hearted and with much of his crew leaving soon as his coin dried up he found himself backed in to a corner. With nothing but his name and old ship he went back to Mount Aris a lost soul. And yet he found himself wanted soon as he hit the cost. As the last living Silvanusm and with a working ship Queen Novo had an offer. She needed ships and needed them badly. Draco made it very clear he had no wish to be her navy… But he was willing to work for her. For a price. Soon after he was a privateer for the queen, his ship was prepared, upgunned and given a steady paycheck. Arimed with coin and a seaworthy ship he took back to sea with a fresh crew. His time with Blood Rose trained him well for the life as a privateer. He learned much underneath her and passed on her way of running a ship. Trust, care and family made a ship. Everything on that ship must be on it out of wanting to be there and wanting to work for you. And so he won his crews hearts. Working alongside them, sleeping in a hamic like they did and eating the same meals alongside them. With a new family he found his place again. The pain and loss of what was faded away in time. Mostly hunting down other privateers and pirates that prayed on the slowly rebuilding navy and merchant fleet of Mount Aris Draco got skilled at ship combat and often took part in the bordering of other ships. And in one such boarding of a pirate ship he came face to face with the mare he once loved. She like him was much older scared and shaped from the years apart. But no matter the scars and time both knew one another the moment they met each other's eyes. Draco was as shocked as she was, the battle dying down as both crews saw there captains staring down one other in tears. Draco was faced with the unthinkable, he found the mare he respected with all his heart and one time even loved, and here she was a pirate. All the crew saw her attacking the merchant ship. Worse yet they were backed up with a navy ship that joined the battle. He had no choice but to take her in. Her ship was full of gold, more than he’d ever seen before. No more going by the name Rose she known as as Black Mane, a feared and wanted pirate the sea over. She made her crew stand down and offered her hooves up to him for chains without a word. She never spoke one word to him well they sailed back. Her ship pulled along behind them. Every last coin was to be given to the queen. He, his crew will not see one drop of it. Such was the will of the queen. Watching Black Mane walked away in chains and heaps of gold pulled out to be tossed into the queens bank dug a growing pit of despair in his heart. Made all the worse as Black Mane finly spoke to him as she was taken away. “Is this the freedom you wanted?” and not a word more. Her words hunted him for days. Was it? Was he free? Not really. He was just a pawn for the queen. She took all his hard work and paid him a small wage for his crew. The ship was hers. The guns hers. She can seize it whenever she wanted. He was just a hired thug and the mare he searched for so long was going to rot in jail or hang by his claws. As the navy grew the need for his work was going away. The day will soon come that the queen will not want him. Than what? What freedom did he have? Black Mane, Rose, she had it all. She talked about being a pirate even back when he dated her. The two joking about it side by side. To be free from all, be there own king and queen. What did he love most? The open sea. No flags, no crowns. It's why he left his family. It's why he found Rose to begin with. Why he had a new family in the crew he held close. He dreamed of retiring at sea, free to do as he wanted. Why not do it now? He was not getting younger and the world was changing. Airships were taking the skies, ships of steel were rumored to possible and steam was replacing sail. Was this the freedom he wanted? He knew what he had to do. He had to take the leap. Calling for all his crew to meet him at the ship he told them the truth. What he was going to do. Long ago he was almost sent to jail a traitor. Today he was going to be a traitor. Their pay was going down, the queen was ending her contracts with others like them. These days were numbered and they all knew it. And so he offered them the power to leave or to stay. He’d not force them to leap off the deep end with him. But with a smug grin he saw not one want to leave. They are family, they were in this together. And so as dusk took the sky he greeted a shocked Rose, spinning the jail keys on a claw with his smug grin on his face. “This is the freedom we both wanted.” Was all he had to say as the sound of exploding gunpowder rocked the jail cells. The following battle for freedom was hectic as he battled side by side with her to the docks. Sails opened, anchors ripped from the sea as his ship took to the sea. Meeting with Rose and what crew they saved he and her had a tearful reunion in full. She explained that she can't’ stay on his ship. She had to get her ship back and save the rest of her crew. He did not want her to go, he just risked it all for her but she promised to meet him again. There may yet be hope for what was between them. But he had to find himself first. Gifting her and her crew what Pearl shards he can spare her the two parted ways at the first port they reached. Looking to his ship, all flags cut down he knew deep down this is what he wanted. No flags. No crowns. Freedome. In joke he called himself a vicious disgrace to the family and found it so fitting he put the name to his ship. He and his crew were a vicious disgrace and he’d not have it any other way. And so he took to the sea, carving a new name for himself as his posters sat side by side with Black Manes. Character Personality: Stubborn, heartless, greedy, backstabbing two-timing cat are all ways one can describe his personality yet such remarks are made by the ones that only know him at the other end of a cannon. His smug grin is infamous and featured on many a wanted poster. But to his crew he his shockingly caring and generous as he views them more akin to a family. As such he often leads from the front, works alongside them and will not give them a task he’d not do his self, and often has. This has lead to him being hurt countless times but time and time again he will be the first to rush in to battle cheering his crew onward to riches. But this is not to say he is gentle or soft. He will not blink an eye at sinking a ship to get what he wants. His love and outgoing charm is only for the few that have won a place as family in his eyes. Just never betray that trust he placed, for his wrath to being betrayed has no room for Mercy. Character Summary: Draco Silvanus is a pirate hailing from Mount Aris. With a long and sorted past he has seen much of the world and underwent many hardships in his life. Yet the act becoming a pirate was not forced on him, buy the path he took with his own claws. With a need for freedom and the power to do as he wanted he hates flags, crowns and other such things. Believing in a world without them where one's own worth is made only by there self. He is well loved by his crew and feared by others he follows his dreams with a love few can match. He has no dreams of getting rich and settling down some big home. He dreams of one thing alone, living free to his last breath. No laws shall bind him. No crown shall comaned him. The sea is home to the free and the free alone.

So far so good! Tempest was starting to feel excited about this. Was he offering to take her in? That was… so risky. For herself, not him. Sooner or later she’d have to go back home. She can’t hide forever… and how long can she stay in this magic suit? She was told she can be in it for weeks on end just fine, but some part of her felt being in to long was risky. It used powerful magic in reality, what can that do to a pony after a long time? She did not want to be the test pig. But she had plenty of time for now. Now if she did join him… Well, risks. So many. Being found out. No easy way out… so on and so forth. This bull was extremely dangereuses and yet that was why she was excited about it. To even get to watch him! She can learn so much… And really watching him at work… It was just about to make her feel warm underneath the fur. But she can’t get ahead of herself. He wanted… something… Sire name? No, she’d not have one. He’d know that… Clan? Must want that. Well… She knew just the clan name to use. Getting up she walked from the table to a close pool of blood. It was not as fresh as she hoped, but still runny. Dipping her hoof in it she walked back to the table and pulled one of the papers over, than used her bloody hoof. [Irondrake.] A name she hoped will work, based on the books and what she knew first hoof from stories they were almost all but wiped out years ago trying to head deep north. At least that is what Seven told her, he claimed to be the last living Irondrake after all. But this may be the riskiest part of all of this. If she claims to be part of a clan with… well, living members at all that work for this bull she will be busted real fast. But she can’t make up a clan name as well. A bull like him must keep good tabs on the clans. So this was her best shot.

“That is all I can ask for than. Just don’t miss.” Tempest snapped back as she looked back at the milk… then looked really confused. Why WAS AJ holding it… she can just put it down on the table. Tempest shifted uneasily as she tried to piece together how to grab the milk well keeping a foal safe on her back. She can’t sit down and use her front legs… She can use her magic… so she just leans over and bits the rip of the glass, than moved it to the table and put it down before it slips. “Have I told you how much it sucks being a unicorn with a broken horn?” She says with a frustrated snort of anger. “I hate watching them move things. Just picking up a dozen things like its nothing, shaking a hoof well drinking wine. I don’t know how you earthponys do what you do with them hooves. I can’t hold a glass one hoofed.” she than laps at the milk as is sits on the table, selling the point about not being able to hold it. “Oh, this is fresh… I love fresh milk. Most of all before they skim it down.”

Tempest let out a defeated huff of air as Grubber rushed back up to her. If zapping him never stopped him, she can’t feel shocked that doing nothing but yelling will do nothing. Glancing down at him she can’t help but frown at his just… dreadful lisp. Luna, buck her with all FOUR hooves his lisp was dreadful. But he did make a point she understands. “Anger management therapy? No… Well… In my own way maybe?” She says back glancing up the line at AJ and the farm. It was no paid therapy, but maybe it was therapy in its own way. “But I have been… Trying. To be less… You know. My boss is getting tired of paying me out of jail for assault charges.” She pulled her eyes over at the ones behind her, eyeing up the dragon and the bird pony. At least one of them had a spine. “Dragen, I believe she is so scared do to me. I worked for the army that made her kin move to the sea and destroyed their city. But I had no play in that event and all my ties are long cut. I have nothing against you hippogriff. In some ways I wish I was one of you. You own the sky and sea, well this came about from dreadful times the hippogriff race will come out all the stronger for it I believe. And Dragen, if you wish to ‘whoop’n’ me… Later. 4th street, behind Old’Waters bar, evening.” She says yawning before looking back ahead of the line. That mare AJ was talking to was something pretty… And what was up with her clothing? Why have a skirt if one can see past it? It just draws the eyes! But something about her… where has she seen this mare before? A poster or something? The mare looked like the Countess on one of her music disc covers back in the apartment. But different. Was it a sister or something? Now she’s going to be thinking about this all week!

Sunset hopes of quietly catching up to Tempest were dashed as the mare turns back to face her, as if she heard every hoof step in a tiled room with no other sound. But she did not glare or look angry. Tempest just looked tired but she did not stop walking down the road sayiong nothing. letting Sunet catch up more she starts speaking. “Whatever you are selling, I don’t want it. Friendship speech? Seen at least seven so far.” She says with a shake of her head, looking back down the road. She did not have much more to add. She knew Sunset will keep at it. She had the look. That hopefulness. From what it sounded like Sunset was down in the pit… so was Fang. maybe even Foxy… But they all got out. She never got close it feels like. Every time the rim was in reach. One stretched hoof to freedom she slipped and fell down to the bottom. She was never going to get free. She’d never feel happiness again. Not real happiness. How can she ever hope to fit in well missing something key to being a pony? “Tell me about that… thing. The other world was it? With no magic? Tell me about it.” She asked, glancing at Sunset. She needed to distract herself. That was her life. One distraction to the next to stop herself from thinking too much. Why she loved battle so much. Pushing herself. A distraction to shut the past up.

Tempest slowed down eating as she watched Applejack talk. She felt almost guilty spending this time with her. Applejack was a good mare. Applejack had a heart of gold and did not blink an eye at really reaching out to help some pony that a week ago was hunting her and friends down like wild animals. Everything that happened and the trust put on her by all of them was confusing. And here Applejack was reaching out again, heart on a plate to welcome her back to something she tossed away years ago. She looked back at Zappy, sleeping on her back without a care in the world. Unaware of what he naped on and what it has done. If he knew the truth will he have done the same? He will learn of it in time. All of this land will hear her name soon. Can she even stay in this land? She can’t seem to let the feelings ago. Every time she did they found a way back. It was like an army of shadows followed her, armed with the past and chanting a march of what was. It all felt so inevitable. “I wonder if I have this heart you speak of. But sometimes… I do feel it. I wish I can put words to the feelings that grip me sometimes. It is like a band is marching, chanting a song of fire and ash. But between is one filly, singing how this is not how it was meant to be. No matter how hard they sing her voice is still heard in the winds. That is how it feels some times. I take that is the harmony you speak about.” Tempest says looking at the milk, she did not move too drink it yet. She just looked at it lost in her own thinking. “Vicious thoughts… stirring like hunting wolves they follow me. And I hunger for their power just to taste the opportunity of watching the world cower in fear. The fear that haunts me in my sleep.” She mutters her words, as if she was just about to sing before it trails off as she shuts her eyes, lost in her own world. After a few moments of silence she opened her eyes and looked at Applejack. “Someday I’m going to step past a line marking a cliff. There will be no going back and I am already standing on it. I know it. But where the cliff leads I do not know. If it's good I hope to stand side by side with friends. Maybe even you and the others. If not… if the wolves win? Don’t hold back but don’t just… toss me in tartarus or turn me stone. I want your world on that. There will be no coming back. Just free me from them for good. Give me that word and I promise to take your help trying to make that tiny filly of harmony lead the pack.” She holds a hoof out, shaking as it betrayed for how relaxed her voice was this was affecting her.

Roleplay Type: WoE Name: Autumn Blaze Shadows name: Silhouette Gloom of the sun-down land Hoof puppet: Twiggy Bloom of the old woods Sex: female Age: Mare Species: Kirin Eye colour: Moderate gold Coat: Light goldish gray with goldish gray ear tips Mane/Tail: Moderate tangelo Physique: Autumn Blaze stands around the average height of an equestrian mare without being to lean or full in body. Like all her kin she has cloven hooves and scaling along her muzzle back back. Her mane is very big, looking line a lion's it grows all the way around neck in very thick fur. Her tail is long, like a giffins, with long mane like fur growing on the underside starting half way down the tail all the way to the end. Residence: ‘The Grove’ as all Kirin do. Her home is found just outside of the Grove, one made by her own two… four hooves! Well she was welcomed back to the Grove she found it easier to not move everything she did. With her plans to travel the world she has left everything she cant take with her behind there, interesting friends in the Grove to keep an eye on her home well she is away. Occupation: Singer, speaker, stand up comedian, playwright, carpenter, farmer, herbalist, Etc, Etc she’s unemployed. Cutie Mark: N/A Unique Traits: Autumn talks. A lot. But when one digs past what looks to be an utterly insane mare she has real talent with many things. She can grasp almost anything with shocking speed but never master it. She is a jack of all trades, master of none. Not that she can ever focuses on something for the time needed to master it too began with. History: “From a wonderful dad! I mean mom! Stallions can’t give birth. Besides the point they were totally awesome parents but this is about me! So this is my story with all the complicated descriptions and comedic tangents one can hope for! When I was reeeeally small they told me I was gifted! But that’s all boring things, I don't even remember half of it. Maybe for the best, you ever watch a foal? All they do is chew on things and cry about something you can’t hope to understand. Tried foalsitting. Don’t recommend it. But when I was not so small I found my voice! The first time! Not the later time. That is later. I found I just loooove singing. And talking! And other things! I was helping all over town, farming, building that, sell this. It was a wonderful time and everyKirin just loved me to bits! Ask them! I know every single Kirin ever I think! Well some time later, not missing too much. First crushes, good times, bad times, filly drama. Truuust me, you don’t need to know. Just ask Summer Flare! She’s like, my BFF! Well anyways the ‘big thing’ most known about us is not talking! Well one day… well lats back up! Sometimes we, the Kirin, get like mad! And not mad like “oh i dropped my bread!” but “that Kirin is on fire!” mad. It even happens to me! We just get soooo mad. Boom, fire! Yelling! Good thing fire doesn't hurt us! But it hurts are homes. What leads me back to what happend! One day we had a big one. All of us got in on it. Free for fall! It was bad. But Rain Shine she’s like, are queen or something do to how tall she is… I think. But she did not join in. She saw us going to town on the town, just everything was on fire, and got really mad at us. So seeing as the start of this was us yelling or something, I don't know, I think it was the price of something, she made us all go in the Stream of Silence. No clue how it works or why it is a thing! But it suppressed are voices aaand emotions. You ever had both suppressed? Not fun. Well! I was stuck like that for years and all the talking I could do was in my head! I got reeeealy good at it. But the voices in my head got boring and rude after years of being stuck with them as roommates. Well one day well I was arguing with Silhouette Gloom in my head I tripped and fell down in a lot of flowers. Well! One of them told me brew them in some tea! … I don’t remember why I did that honestly, have you ever tossed some random flowers in tea? But it was so worth it! Not the tea, it tasted pretty bad. But it did give me back my voice! Best day ever! I just had to let out a years worth of words! And I did! Well after like, one week Rain Shine told me get back in the river or leave town... So after moving out of town to a hill with a stunning view I got to work! Made a home, farm, made friends. Silhouette Gloom is my favorite, don’t tell Twiggy. And made a living! … it was boring. And lonely! At first it was not a bad but after a few years it was just like not speaking at all! But with all the emotion! Well my saving grace came. Applejack! She is just the best. She cooks real good as well! So she got all brave and went to make us all talk! Us is Kirin. Well I had this gut feeling it will not work. I hoped she’d make it work but well, no Kirin knows Kirins like a Kirin! So after arguing about it with myself I set off to see how it was going. Good thing I did. Applejack and, to my shock, not at all a shadow, buttershy were about to go swimming in that Stream of Silence. Not willingly. I think… they were not puting up too much fuss for it. I almost did not save them! Maybe they wanted it. But my gut… or a voice told me to go save them! So I got all fired up and went racing in! Good thing they just did not drop them in the river or something. But after saving them we all talked and this time Rain Shine did not just tell me to leave and not come back. In fact she sided with me! And Applejack… Oh and flutterfly. Well I made them all that tea to let them talk! Told none of them how it tasted. Was fun. But after that they let me back in to town! All the talking, jokes, it was good. But I saw something that just did not leave me. Applejack and Shyflutter were outsiders. I am going to be honest I didn't even know they were a thing! And there is a world full of them! And others! I just… had to see it all. So after a few years of planning I packed my bags and took to the road! Ok I didn't plan it in two years. More like one year. But I feel ready for it what can go wrong?” -Autumn Blaze, speaking to the world's most unlucky train passenger. Character Personality: Autumn Blaze is very excitable, chatty and eccentric to the extreme. Having gone years with no power to speak, than years living alone after that has left her leaping at every opportunity to talk, make friends or just interact with something. She made several imaginary friends that she speaks with with the two primary being Silhouette, her shadow, and Twiggy, a hoof holding a stick. This was born from her years of solitude and well being around others have helped combat this, she still speaks to them very often. This gives her a less the “all together” appearance around others. But she means well and will happily work with others to spend time with them. Even if it's just doing the dirty work. Character Summary: Autumn Blaze is an eccentric Kirin that spent much of her life unable to talk, then followed by being outcasted and living alone after curing her lost voice. With the help of Applejack and Fluttershy she was welcomed back to her town and was allowed to cure all of them from the self imposed silence. After living with her town she found a growing wish to explore the world and see more. There was so much she has yet to see or hear. So packing her bags she jumped on a train with no real game plan other than exploring the world and going wherever she can.

Do not get mad… Do not let anger take over… She really was trying. Tempest held her eyes shut, body shaking as sparks leap off her horn. She did everything she can. She thought of AJ. She thinks of her friends. She played out holding Zappy and him dozing off in her forearms. But every word out of Grubbers muzzle was like claws on a chalkboard. But she can deal with this… Every pony knew what she did. What she was. Ya, she was Commander Tempest of the Grand Armada. She put kingdoms to heel. Made noncompliance towns and cities… disappear. She did all of this and worse. So much worse. She can just keep her muzzle shut and think of better things. She was a better mare… her friends told her so. She ca- Her eyes opened, face twisting with rage. Spinning around her horn screams in to life, raw magic flaring off like a lighting storm. “YOU SPEAK OUT OF LINE!” She screamed at Grubber. The very air felt electric as the hedgehogs fur stands up on end. He can feel an extremely powerful discharge belding up. A feeling he was all to kowing of from his time underneath her command. “DO NOT EVER SPEAK OF MY HORN! DO NOT THINK THE END OF MY FLEET MEANS YOU MAY SPEAK FREE OF IT!” She shouted, spit landing on the hedgehog's face. “DO YOU UNDERSTAND ME!?” She pushed her nose up against his, staring in to his eyes with so much rage as to even make a dragon back up and say she needed too relax some. But yet she did not zap him. For all her yelling this may have been the first time Grubber has ever upset her and not get electrocuted in to the next day for it. Pulling back she panted hard, shutting her eyes as the magic dies down. Deep long breaths. Deep long breaths… “Dismissed.” She mutters, turning away she faced back to the line as if nothing happened. Happy places…. Happy places. “Yes bird… I am the pony you are familiar with… No, I did not take part in what happened to your city. from what I heard it was very beautiful. I hope you can rebuild it.” She says to answer what was asked from the bird, the anger in her voice bleeding away in to a more cold but relaxed tone.

Niilavin holds a paw up, leaning away from blue fainting a look of shock. “[I was not hunting him master, I was just bored and wished to play! If he lost its just a matter of game rules if his fate is to be eaten.]” He says puting his paw down to look up at the pegasus that was much more far away after hearing what blue shouted. Niilavin gumbled in disappointment but walked back to his master. “[fish market? In this city? You have no close rivers. I’m shocked there’d be demanded to keep a stock of fish in a pony city.]” He says looking sound at the white city. Maybe there will be more fun surprises for him here after all. It was a strange city in a strange land and time. There was much to learn and see.