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Tempest sat alone looking down at the frozen river. The sun was long gone all ready, touching away behind the hills of trees so soon this far north. Yet she did not mind. The stars were beautiful up here. Yet they were not her focus at the moment. That was fixed on a bag in her hooves full of litters. She felt uneasy, nerves. Scared even. How long ago was the last time she had a birthday party? Two decades? And yet Glitter remembered it and was the one to nudge her along to ask others to come. It felt weird to do it. Yet she knew she needed to do it. This was important for her to do. She had to flip this last page and start the next chapter. After a few more moments looking at the frozen river she looked down the path and the city down the road. Somehow this one trip felt more terrifying then marching in to war. She has seen cities in flames. Masses marching in chains to work until they drop. And yet that one road and the letters in this bag made her hooves feel like stone. What was she after all? She didn't know. But she knew what she wasn't. And so she forced herself to move down the road. She had to drop the letters off before the mail offices closed. ---- Four weeks later. ---- Tempest waved as the old mare walked away. Everything was done. She’d have free run on this land for the rest of the day to host her party. Even if that word was something of overkill for what she wanted. More like ‘peaceful gathering of maybe friends’ but whatever. The land was a good sized plot of unused farmland in the farming district of the imperial city and inside of its shield. So even in the dead of winter the air was… Well, not cold as it can be. But what matters was the lack of snow and lack of freezing to death. They’d both be a bummer on a hang out. She had set up everything she hoped she’d need. Some benches to eat at, nice big firepit to stay warm and had some cake and food in order to show up later today. It was nothing fancy but that is way she wanted this. She did not want some big party. She just wanted something more basic and slow going… Mostly so she felt safe. Last thing she needed was a panic attack on her birthday. Now all she needed was for every pony to show up! And for Glitter to get her cute flank down to the city. She had some ‘last moment things’ to do back home, whatever that was. But she’d be here soon hopefully. With everything set and ready she hoped over to the record player and with a zap of magic powered it up. It may not be ‘birthday’ music, but buck it. She loved this band! This music just clicked with her.
[[Retconed disguised appearance, new appearance below.]] Two weeks of nothing. Two weeks of sitting about in Saarvagerg getting drunk and killing time. At first she was overjoyed that she somehow got in with the Red Jarl, he was by her view, the greatest warrior alive. His skill at arms was legendary and for many years she dreamed of learning from him. She’d settle watching him battel even! And yet for two long weeks he’s held her at arm's length. She’d seen him just a few times and all of this was starting to feel pointless! At this rate she’d wasted all of her time and had to sneak away back home. She can’t stay as a caribou forever… But on the third day of the second week a breakthrough happened. By his will she and the others in the city loyal to him were to march north-west to a camp underneath his flag. About two days travel. He did not tell them why and none asked him. And so early the next morning they marched… It felt good to do so. ------- It was dusk when it happened. The marching column was breaking up to make a tent for the night when horns sounded for battle. An unknown number of loyalists launched an ambush and things were madness. Bulls and cows rushing every way to from battle lines, orders were mixed and confusing as chaos erupted all around her. She had no way of knowing if they could even win this battle yet, it was unclear if they were outnumbered or not! But one thing was clear. She had to get into the thick of it. And so she did. As the minutes ticked past she pushed herself to the front of battle, claiming a large poleaxe from a fallen bull along the way. Her goal? The Red Jarl himself. She HAD to find him and prove herself before his eyes! This may be her one and only opportunity to see him in battle and learn from him. And with this goal she pushed Onward. ------- With steel, blood and will she carved her path to where he must be. It's where the battle was most heavy and the loyalists pushed the hardest. That can only mean one thing. Something was there they HAD to take or kill and the one thing out here worth that was the Jarl. She’d taken a far few blows, blood running her fur red but she did not slow, she did not stop. She was lightning, she was the storm and she will not falter. She wished to call his name, scream it so he may know she was doing this for him. But she need not words, for her auctions shall scream for her. They shall yell out her power for him to see and maybe then he will give what she wanted. In her wake was a trail of broken soldiers, roadblocks on her path of glory as her goal came in to view. Holding his own, leading from the front was the most glorious thing she has ever seen. Standing like a giant the Red Jarl was a wall unbroken, holding strong against all that crashed against him. It was Awe-inspiring to witness. Every movement was precise as it was powerful, no blow missed and with every hit a bull was sent flying like some calf. She felt her heart flutter as her jaw went slack. He was… Wonderful. For all his evil, for all his wrongdoing. He was what she wished she could be. And just maybe, what she will be. Steeling herself she rushed to his side to claim her moment in his eye. No matter what may come she was ready, this was it. This was her only hope of earning even a shred of respect from him. And with poleaxe in hoof, rared up and ready she forced herself in to battle alongside him with all the fury she can unlash.
Hooves stomping to the drummer's beat, horns blaring and crowds screaming as steels clashed. The arenas of Saarvagerg were busy as ever as a larger crowd gathered around one of the smaller public arenas. It was a open arena, no real guidelines given. Just a free for all brawl zone to sort out troubles. That was until one cow arrived. For the past two hours she carved a path around the arena taking on everything in it with utter disregard for how many rushed her and yet she came out on top using nothing more than her hooves. The cheering was reaching deafening levels as she bucked a bull so hard he shot over the arena wall. All around her the deaten, many out cold or rolling in pain on the muddy floor. The cow was shorter than most caribou yet her strength bested many bulls bigger than her. Her frame mached her strength with clear muscle mass underneath her hide and fur that was ashy white. She had a black mane done up in a mohawk with purple highlights. Her eyes were a crisp ice blue with a long jagged scar over her right eye that looked like lighting built. She was wearing black platemail covered her more vital organs but left the rest wide open to cut down on weight in a “all or nothing” take on self defense. Her weapons were nothing more than her four hooves reinforced with some black steel to be used in blocking blows. Standing on top of a whimpering bull twice her size the cow looks up at the onlookers, grinning ear to ear. She was not even panting yet. Yet she did not speak. Not one word left her muzzle in all of the combat. She waves a hoof at the onlookers, than aimed it at her self, dearing more to come down and take her on as they chanted the name given to her by onlookers. Silent Lightning, given thanks to her face scar and utter lack of speaking. But this was no cow. She was tempest. Thanks to the magic of Masquerade and his one of a kind disguises she looked complenty like a caribou even up close. The custom outfit cost so much she had to lone Bits from Ice just to pay for it! AND was going to need to do some… ‘work’ for Masquerade on top of it. But it was all worth it. The magic and skill in its making masked her flawlessly. She was for all it was worth a full blooded caribou when inside of it. But one thing it can’t mask was her accent and lack luster understanding of the caribou language. Well she had what she needed too get by and understand most things speaking it was another story. So to cover her flank she pretend to be mute and let her acts speak for her. ((This RP contants tempest in a magic disguse bult by Masquerade, as such she looks like a female caribou. If you don't know about Masquerade or his costumes read his app! it's vary usefull. The only thing that knows tempest is here or owns that costume is Ice her self.))
Tucked away deep within one of the Private VIP rooms at the Mareage, sat Ice Storm as she awaited her guest to arrive. This wasn't an ordinary guest that she had invited and the topic matter that they were going to be discussing tonight well... There was a very good reason why Icy Storm requested on of the private party rooms. Nopony else could overhear their discussions tonight. She even went so far as to make sure that the room wasn't monitored in any wat. She looked for cameras, wires, even motion sensors. There was a camera in the room, but she couldn't see any recording devices other than that. That's fine. Ponies can know that they talked, they don't need to know what they were discussing. Ice Storm had been working on and preparing for a silence spell already. It was going to take her a bit to cast because it was going to have to be shaped accordingly. She was going to force the spell around the plants, the table, and leave it just short of all of the walls and the floors to where nothing outside of her silenced zone could hear them. However, Ice and her guest would be able to hear them. Once she was satisfied with the room, she turned to the waiter pony. "When Tempest arrives, direct her to me. Once she's here, three knocks to get in," she told him, handing him a decent bag of bits. "Drinks, Orders, food. Otherwise, We are not to be disturbed, and we are not here." The Stallion looked down into the bag and once he sat the amount in it, he nodded. "Got it. What will you be starting off with?" "Strawberry Moscato, and Whatever Tempest wants when she gets here." He nodded again and shut the door as he left. Ice took the moment to look at the decor. There were four potted trees in the room, and a small vase on the table. Thankfully the vase was clear so she could see straight through it. Nothing in it that could listen to them. One less thing that she would have to warp around. She did however, begin to lower the temperature of the room. She didn't use her magic to do this though, she simply willed the orbs to speed up their orbit around her. The natural magic inside them did the work for her. The room was chilled. She took a seat at the table and waited. As soon as her guest arrived, the silence would start, and their dealings can begin.