Post by: Telgin on November 19, 2011, 12:29:48 am
I hesitate to post this in light of the events earlier today, but I think Toady will be sparing his wrath for the mod and community threads related to My Little Pony. At least I hope so. They aren't going into the dangerous territory the main pony thread has continuously drifted into.
Anyway, this is the account of my current fort running the My Little Pony mod by Nidokoenig, v 1.71 (http://www.bay12forums.com/smf/index.php?topic=80240.0). It's fun stuff.
Already have a few pony requests so I'll open this up like Glitterglen. We'll see how it goes.
I'm also borrowing a bit from KingStrongbeard's backstory (hope he doesn't mind!) in that this would presumably take place quite some time before the events of My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic. Celestia and Luna probably aren't born yet, and Discord (among other bad things) still runs rampant across the land.
In these dark times, King Golud Thebilstetar has sent out several parties to begin scouring the lands for new viable mining settlements. This is the story of The Light of Dawn, a group of seven volunteers from the homeland Coupledye, searching out new resources in the king's name. It has been some months since they set out on their journey, and now, with supplies running low, the expedition leader Virtue has called for the party to set up camp. I'll let her tell the story herself. But first, here's the seven starting ponies:
(https://dl.dropboxusercontent.com/u/74348879/Dawnpick/Dawnpick%20Intro.jpg)
From left to right:
Ashwood (Male Pegasus) (Taken: Heavy Weapons Pony) - Woodcutter - Sociable, nervous, modest.
Saw Dust (Male Earth Pony) (Taken: WolfeyS) - Carpenter / Mason - Open minded, a bit reserved, dutiful.
Longshot (Male Pegasus) (Taken: ansontan2000) - Hunter - Self conscious, non confrontational, enjoys thrills.
Virtue (Female Earth Pony) (Taken: Telgin) - Expedition Leader - Slow to anger, assertive, but doesn't handle stress well
Harvest Moon (Male Pegasus) (Taken: Nyxalinth) - Farmer - Very self confident, open minded, slow to trust others
Panacea (Female Pegasus) (Taken: UnHerpers) - Doctor - Very calm demeanor, unassertive, likes helping others
Halberd (Male Earth Pony) (Taken: The Master) - Axe Pony armed escort - Confident under pressure, avoids crowds, often discouraged
Most of the ponies like each other, but Halberd seems to have rubbed most of them the wrong way at some point. He's got grudges with everypony but Panacea.
Other currently taken / not taken pony list:
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IRC Link: Mibbit IRC Channel (http://cbe004.chat.mibbit.com/?channel=%23Dawnpick&server=irc.mibbit.net)
If you want to be part of the roleplaying, come by the chat room and get to know everyone. Just follow the link above.
(https://dl.dropboxusercontent.com/u/74348879/Dawnpick/Virtue%20Avatar.jpg)
Virtue's Diary - 1st Slate
Well, we're here. Wherever here is, exactly.
We left Coupledye just over four months ago, checking each of the previously marked potential sites on our map. The unicorn teams sent out last year must have found three dozen sites where they could detect metal ores underground, but we've only explored eight so far.
Today I made the decision for us to stop here and begin setting up a more permanent camp. Every site we checked previously had either little to offer, or the metal ores were of little value. King Thebilstetar was pretty clear that we were looking for iron if at all possible, but so far we've only found copper, among a few other less valuable ores.
We're pitching camp here because this marks the turning point of our little endeavor. We've used up more than half of our supplies already, and so we can't make it back home easily. The reports of this site look more promising than any we've checked so far, so I'm hoping that my decision will prove to be a good one. Even if we only find copper again, at least there might be enough to make our expedition economically viable.
I have a lot of confidence in the team sent with me, and they've proven their worth up to this point. I'm growing to be quite fond of them as a whole. The only exception is our armed escort, Halberd. None of us really seem to be making any sort of headway with him. He stays to himself all the time and rarely speaks to anypony. Well, I guess after four months of being on the road with people you don't really know, I can kind of understand.
Anyway, now that we're setting up a more permanent position, everypony will get a chance to put their skills to the test. Saw Dust didn't need any instruction, and went straight off to begin prospecting like at the previous sites. I hope he turns up something valuable this time.
We'll be needing something to start setting up proper shelter as soon as we can, and it will be some time before the quarry will produce anything of use, so I've asked Ashwood to begin clearing out some of the trees near the campsite. With a little wood, he and Saw Dust can begin working on some shelter.
I can see some ominous looking clouds on the horizon heading this way. I'm sure they'll be here before anything is ready, but I think everypony understands the circumstances. We're working as fast as we can, and we've all slept in the rain a few times.
Anyway, I've drawn up a map of our immediate surroundings, which I'll try to keep updated as things move along. I've noticed a few of the others finding ways to amuse themselves while we wait for the wood to get cut. Panacea painted what she called a "quick doodle" of us all founding this little campsite. I think it's quite nice, perhaps I'll have it mounted somewhere once we get some buildings up. She's more talented than she says, I think that pony might have missed her calling!
Map (not very interesting yet):
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More to come soon. I've played a little ways into the game without any incidents, but painting that picture took too dang long so I don't have cleaned up "avatars" of all of the other ponies to post their diaries just yet.
Ending Disclaimer
As of today, June 9th, 2013, this game has been over for almost a year. For anyone interested, I hereby grant permission to use the world of Dawnpick and any content produced by me in relation to it in the use of any further stories, games, artwork or any other media.
Postmortem Analysis
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Post by: Zecro_The_Scourge on November 19, 2011, 07:34:31 am
Make me into a mason please!
Post by: antymattar on November 19, 2011, 09:37:14 am
Post by: Telgin on November 19, 2011, 12:00:20 pm
Zecro_The_Scourge - I've got some more gameplay to catch up on before I can fairly ponify anyone. Stay tuned, I hope to get it up in the next day or so.
Post by: Nyxalinth on November 19, 2011, 03:42:46 pm
And, I'll be taking Harvest Moon. He sounds lovely.
Post by: Telgin on November 19, 2011, 03:57:36 pm
The event in question was a few of the members discussing some things about My Little Pony fanfiction in the main pony thread in general discussion. It drifted towards how to classify things such as whether or not there was rape in the fanfiction. Toady locked the thread and said no more pony threads (in general discussion anyway). I kind of see his point.
Anyway, that's two requests for ponification so I suppose I'll go on and make this a general community fort like Glitterglen.
Zecro_The_Scourge: If you want a mason, you can take Saw Dust (who is a carpenter and mason), or you can have a migrant when they show up. I was aiming at keeping the pony names sort of in universe, but I won't make that a requirement.
I've got "avatars" of the starting 7 ready and will be getting them uploaded shortly. Once I have I'll post the little bit of history that's already happened in game. I'll link in the images in case you guys want to use the avatars in your post like I did for Virtue above (and will be doing from this point on, since I may have multiple "journals" per post).
Post by: Dsarker on November 19, 2011, 04:15:13 pm
Post by: The Master on November 19, 2011, 04:20:08 pm
Post by: Telgin on November 19, 2011, 04:23:27 pm
Virtue's Diary - 3rd Slate, 251
We've been out here two days, and things are already beginning to shape up!
Most importantly, I'm pretty ecstatic that Saw Dust turned up some magnetite underground. I'm so relieved, I was worried that we'd have to send word back to the king that not only had we failed to find any useful ores, but were basically stranded in the wilds. Now I can send him word that we've done exactly as he asked.
By now we've set up a temporary stockpile and moved everything from the wagon train. Halberd seemed a bit upset that we dismantled the wagons for their wood, and I can kind of see his point. We're completely committed at this point. Still, we weren't going to make it back home with what supplies we have, so the extra wood seemed like a good idea to me.
The other big thing is that we've got a small farm going, which should be more than enough to sustain us. I must admit that I was a bit surprised when I first met Harvest Moon. I haven't met many farmers in person, but I've never seen a pegasus farmer. He assures me that he's up to the job, and I trust him. He claims he knows a few special tricks for farming that only pegasi can use, but I don't know what that could be.
We also had our first setback today. While looking through our stocks I noticed that all of the crossbow bolts we brought with us were gone! It turns out Longshot used them all up hunting the guinea pigs in the area. I suppose it makes sense to start hunting to keep our food stocks up while we wait for the farm to start producing, but we don't have any way to process the meat yet!
Oh well, guess we'll make do with what we've got. It's going to be a long time before we can replace those bolts.
(http://i198.photobucket.com/albums/aa176/Kryptid/HalberdAvatar.jpg)
Halberd's Journal - 3rd Slate, 251
Things could be going worse, but I'm already worried about our future.
First off, I can't believe Virtue would dismantle the wagons. I can understand that we'll be needing all of the wood we can get, as soon as we can get it, but those wagons represented our only realistic chance of getting out of here if we had to. The others don't seem to appreciate how dangerous the untamed wilds can be. I've been a soldier long enough and been in enough campaigns to see things they can't.
Then I hear that Longshot used up all of our ammunition shooting rodents of some kind. What was he thinking? If we come across something large and dangerous out here, he'll be wishing he still had something to shoot in that crossbow of his. An axe is not the right choice when you have a means of fighting the enemy at a distance.
I'll let it all slide this time, since they're all new to this. I wouldn't want to be in Virtue's position, but maybe she should consult me before doing anything else drastic.
On that note I think I may have offended some of the others on our trip out here. They probably think I'm stuck up for not wanting to talk all the time, but that couldn't be farther from the truth. All the yammering on the way out here just kind of gets under my skin.
(http://i198.photobucket.com/albums/aa176/Kryptid/LongshotAvatar.jpg)
Longshot's Journal - 3rd Slate, 251
Oh man, today has to be one of the lowest points in my career. I got a bit bored sitting around waiting for things to happen, so I took it upon myself to go find some critters to bring back for us to eat. I used up all of the ammo I had with me, but it never crossed my mind that we didn't bring any more!
Virtue seemed a bit surprised, but mostly because we didn't have any way to prepare all of them before they rotted. Oops.
I think I really ticked off Halberd. Actually, I think he's always been ticked off at me, but he just sort of stared a hole in me when he heard what happened. Never said a word though. Guess he didn't have to.
Post by: Telgin on November 19, 2011, 04:25:28 pm
I just realized that those "avatars" are kinda huge. I'm probably going to downsize them a bit. I'm also going to be trimming my post length some, I get a bit long winded sometimes, heh.
Oh, like I said, I've already got some history in place since I've played through a few months in game already. I'll let everyone start speaking for themselves from this point on. Sorry The Master, you ninja'ed me while posting Halberd's first journal.
Post by: ansontan2000 on November 19, 2011, 09:08:41 pm
Just a tip: Whenever I bring along a hunter, I set up a butcher and crafts pony workshop immediately and process the remains into bones, then make bone bolts. That way your hunter is self suffiecient.
Post by: The Master on November 19, 2011, 09:28:07 pm
Halberd decides to talk to Longshot about his utter failure to provide food.
"Longshot, you really have take into consideration how much ammo you have left. When an enemy attacks you, you're going to need to be quick and have enough bolts left to put the bastard down before he can hit you. Also, we won't be able to hurt for food now without the ammunition you completely exhausted. I am letting it slide this time, but only because of our farmer." Halberd says, with not even a hint of emotion in his voice.
Post by: Telgin on November 20, 2011, 12:27:22 am
I'l take Longshot.
Just a tip: Whenever I bring along a hunter, I set up a butcher and crafts pony workshop immediately and process the remains into bones, then make bone bolts. That way your hunter is self suffiecient.
Not a bad idea. I'll have to remember that for my next embark. This is actually only my third, still getting used to starting up forts. Longshot is yours, by the way.
Next diary dump, not much interesting has happened yet:
(http://i198.photobucket.com/albums/aa176/Kryptid/VirtueAvatar.jpg)
Virtue's Diary - 7th Felsite, 251
Things are still chugging along slowly. I had no idea it took this long to get a settlement up, but we're finally getting some buildings up. I really should have brought another carpenter with us, poor Saw Dust wasn't making much headway alone. I've got everypony without anything more important to do helping get some living quarters put together.
Similarly I've lent a hoof getting my new office put together. It's pretty small, bu it'll do for now anyway. I never knew how hard this sort of work was!
The good news is that the strawberries Harvest Moon planted are coming in finally. I see that pony wasn't kidding about knowing how to grow food. I can taste the strawberry wine already!
Speaking of which, I realized that we don't have anypony who knows a thing about cooking or brewing among us. I haven't had much to do lately, so I think maybe I'll try picking that up. I hope it's not as hard as building an office.
26th Felsite, 251
It took a lot longer than I anticipated, but the office is finally done. Now I can get to work sorting out our stocks and figuring out where to go from here.
Turns out that Harvest Moon actually knows a thing or two about brewing, so he's taken to tending our still when I don't have the time.
17th Hematite, 251
I've been going through our stocks again, and despite some fears earlier that we might fall short on our food supplies I think we'll make it. I passed some thanks off to Harvest Moon for the good job he's doing keeping the fields going. He tells me he's got prickleberries growing now, which sounds reasonable. Something about keeping the fields in rotation.
Ashwood has been busy, and we've got a lot of wood stockpiled now, which is good since we'll be needing all we can get. We now have enough bedrooms so that everypony can sleep indoors, but only in shifts. Even little Panacea is helping out with the construction work as best she can, but it doesn't look like she's having much more success than I had. But her heart is in the right place.
I've asked Saw Dust to hold off on the quarrying for now and focus on the construction. We're going to need a dining hall soon too. If I'm not eating in my office, I can't spill strawberry wine on paperwork anymore.
Nobody's claimed Saw Dust (for sure), Ashwood or Panacea yet, so here's a little character development for them:
(http://i198.photobucket.com/albums/aa176/Kryptid/AshwoodAvatar.jpg)
Ashwood's Journal - 28th Felsite, 251
I've never written a journal before, but I've heard that a few of the others have started keeping them. Sounds like fun, maybe some day I'll come back and reread the memories here.
More to the point, I've been too tired to really write anything until now. Virtue's had me cutting down trees all day. Not like it's new to me, but nopony can do that for too long without getting dirt tired. I've basically fallen unconscious in bed every night this week. We don't have a lot of choice though, since no matter how much wood I cut, Saw Dust and everypony else use it up just as fast.
I wish we had somepony else to help out, but for the forseeable future it's just me. At least with some of the granite mined out we can start setting up some stone structures instead.
(http://i198.photobucket.com/albums/aa176/Kryptid/Panacea.jpg)
Panacea's Diary - 18th Hematite, 251
Life has been a bit boring the past couple of months, but considering the alternative it's probably for the best. As the only doctor among our little group, being busy would imply a lot of bad things I don't want to contemplate. I've come to really enjoy the company of everypony here, I dread the day that I have to tend to one of them.
I spoke to Virtue a while ago about getting a hospital set up, but she simply sighed and pointed to the half built dorms. I understand her point, but if something bad does happen I'll need somewhere clean to work. Let's just hope that it doesn't come to that soon. I offered to help in any way I can, so Virtue set me to work helping Saw Dust. I don't know a thing about working with wood, but I'm hoping Saw Dust understands.
(http://i198.photobucket.com/albums/aa176/Kryptid/SawDustAvatar.jpg)
Saw Dust's Journal - 20th Hematite
The few months we spent on the road checking out the other sites before settling here must have gotten me rusty. Putting up Virtue's office alone took three times as long as it should have, and the plans for the dorms I've drawn up aren't going to go any faster. At least the others have been helping out however they can, but it's not the same as the trained carpenters I worked with back home.
I talked a lot with Panacea while she helped drag some lumber around the past few days. She's probably one of the nicest ponies I've ever met. She's not much good with a hammer, but at least talking with her alleviates the boredom a bit.
Diamond Shard taking over the quarrying is probably the best thing to happen since we got here. I couldn't hope to finish building everything while digging out magnetite underground.
Post by: Khenal on November 20, 2011, 04:10:27 am
Post by: Dsarker on November 20, 2011, 04:17:22 am
Post by: ansontan2000 on November 20, 2011, 04:59:43 am
Post by: Dsarker on November 20, 2011, 05:00:28 am
Post by: The Master on November 20, 2011, 05:12:00 am
Post by: Telgin on November 20, 2011, 03:01:18 pm
Tempting to claim Panacea and call her Friesden...hehehehe
Haha, I was wondering if you'd want to do something like that. I think Glitterglen has enough crazy ponies right now, but I'm not too averse to the story being related to Glitterglen in some way. Completely up to KingStrongbeard, and it's probably a bit too early to even consider something like that now.
Quote from: Khenal
Also posting to watch. Claiming a pony is tempting, but I'm a bit involved with Glitterglen and I don't think I could handle playing two ponies :P
Yeah, I figured since Glitterglen was still going nobody would really want to claim ponies here so I was just going to write it as a pure story. Already have a few pony requests though, so if you change your mind let me know. I really like the way you've been playing Khenal in Glitterglen. I'll try to keep a list of free ponies somewhere, so if anypony catches your eye, be my guest. :)
Next update in a bit, I've almost caught up all of the history that I've played so far. At that point the future is a bit more open to roleplaying, but everyone who's claimed ponies can feel free to post journals or roleplaying of current events anytime. Well, all the little bit that's happened so far anyway.
Post by: Nyxalinth on November 20, 2011, 04:57:29 pm
Post by: Khenal on November 20, 2011, 05:02:34 pm
Post by: Telgin on November 20, 2011, 06:13:58 pm
Glad to know my farming goes well! So what are these pegasus farming tricks Harvest Moon knows?
Hadn't decided, but I was thinking something like spreading seeds while flying. Feel free to improvise!
Quote from: Khenal
Is it how to grow above ground crops underground? I love that trick.
All of the farming is being done above ground actually. The only thing I plan to put underground is food storage and the crypt once it becomes necessary. I figured it felt more ponified if the fort was above ground, which is what's taking so long to get it all set up in game, heh.
Edit: Fixed typo in a quote tag
Post by: Telgin on November 20, 2011, 09:20:08 pm
Virtue's Diary - 2nd Malachite, 251
I knew this day was coming, but I had hoped it wouldn't come so soon. Early this morning three new migrants showed up:
A pegasus gemcutter named Diamond Shard
A unicorn clothier named Chic
An earth pony fisher named Babbling Brook (she asked to just be called Brook, can't say I blame her)
I hated to tell them that we didn't have any personal rooms for them yet, but at least there is room for shift sleeping. I'm not sure why we were sent a gemcutter or clothier just yet, must have been a mixup in the paperwork back home.
Diamond Shard seemed a bit shocked when I asked her to grab Saw Dust's pick and head to the quarry, but when I mentioned she could keep any small gems she found for herself, she perked up a bit. Chic has been asked to help with the carpentry for now. She wasn't thrilled either, but I think the idea of getting a personal bedroom for herself should help motivate a bit.
I saw a lot of fish and turtles in the nearby river, so I told Brook to have at it. Although we've got a fair bit of strawberries stocked up it doesn't hurt to have more food coming in. I haven't seen her for the rest of the day, I guess she's been busy. I should probably look into getting some more bolts put together for Longshot, but so far we still haven't had much in the way of extra wood.
19th Malachite, 251
The bedrooms for the new migrants are coming together now. I'll admit that they've been more of a blessing than I'd expected. The extra hooves have really made a difference around here.
Otherwise things have been fairly mundane. Some badgers were pestering the carpenters as they were at work, so I set Halberd on them. I don't take joy in slaughtering animals needlessly, but we can't afford to get slowed down right now. Halberd seemed a bit annoyed at first, but I could tell he was in better spirits after it was over. He's been keeping to himself for the most part, but I think it would do some good to get a little training area set up for him. It would give him something to do when he's bored.
25th Sandstone, 251
I've been a bit depressed lately, so I haven't had much motivation to write anything.
First off, our alcohol supplies ran out a few days ago. I've been so busy keeping things running around here that I didn't have time to tend the still. I've asked Harvest Moon to take over completely for now, and he seems to be doing a fair job of it. Fortunately the river isn't too far away, so nopony went thirsty, but I could tell spirits were down a bit. Hopefully that will improve with some more wine in our barrels.
Quarrying has slowed down a lot too. Diamond Shard has stripped out a fair bit of the magnetite vein we encountered, but right now we don't have anypony to process it, nor the time anyway. I hope that will change soon, since it's the entire reason we're out here.
Lastly, I regret to record that our dining hall still isn't completed. I'm really beginning to feel like I'm not the right pony for this job. I'm sure there were a dozen others who could have done a better job back home. Oh well, best not let my doubts get public.
The good news is that the bedrooms are finally done, so everypony can lend a hoof to getting the dining hall finished.
I also noticed Halberd seems to have been in a bit of a foul mood lately. He's normally just reserved and quiet, but he genuinely seemed upset today. I spoke to Longshot about it today, and he said that the three new ponies were “pestering” him about something. I guess they'll learn in time that Halberd likes to be alone.
2nd Timber, 251
Late this afternoon I received word that some more migrants showed up. Unfortunately they approached from across the river, so we had to build a bridge for them to come across. Did they lose their way somehow? Anyway, we got a few more than last time, a family of four and a couple others:
The family:
A unicorn couple: Savory (a butcher and fish cleaner) and his wife Detergent (a lye maker), and their two pegasus foals Whirlwind and Storm Cloud.
An earth pony mare carpenter named Bevel
A pegasus mare metalworker named Pewter
I'm glad to see a butcher and fish cleaner, and another carpenter is always welcome. I haven't decided what to do with the others just yet. I think it may be time to start smelting some of the magnetite we've mined out, so at least Pewter might have something useful to do.
I fear they couldn't have come at a worse time though. While we were preparing for new workers their bedrooms aren't ready yet, and our food stocks are beginning to run a bit low. Harvest Moon is doing all he can with the seeds we have, but it might not be enough. Savory should probably set to work helping Brook get some fish ready to eat.
Running a bit short on names, but that's what I've got. Wish I'd taken some more screen shots of interesting stuff along the way, but I'm still learning this community fort thing.
Post by: The Master on November 20, 2011, 10:41:03 pm
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Post by: Telgin on November 21, 2011, 02:10:54 pm
Virtue's Diary, 17th Moonstone, 251
I think Brook and Savory deserve a reward of some sort. We went from the brink of having no food to not knowing what to do with all of the fish and turtles those who have been processing. Everypony will be eating turtle soup for a while, but that's a whole lot better than starving! Which brings me to my next point...
The dining hall is almost done. We've got the walls in place and have started moving some furniture in. It should be ready soon, if everything goes well.
In more amusing news, I was disturbed this afternoon by hooves on the roof of my office. Ashwood decided to set down there between cutting down some trees, and couldn't get down. I'm not sure what the problem was, considering he has wings, but we managed to get him down by setting up some temporary stairs.
(http://i198.photobucket.com/albums/aa176/Kryptid/AshwoodAvatar.jpg)
Ashwood's Journal, 17th Moonstone, 251
Today has to be one of the most embarrassing days of my life! I landed atop Virtue's office this afternoon to catch my breath for a minute, and I realized I couldn't get down! There wasn't enough room to take off, and truth be told, I'm a bit afraid of heights. When I'm not flying, I just get the jitters near ledges. I can't really explain it, and I'm sure nopony would understand.
She got me down, of course, so I tried to change the subject quickly. By now I've nearly clear cut the area, so we're going to have to start using stone soon. I could seriously use a break anyway, and I think Virtue could read what was on my mind. She gave me a few days off, since we do have a good bit of stone stockpiled.
Telgin says, out of character, "Figured that would happen sooner or later. Anyone who has played with the pony mod has seen pegasi get stuck on stuff. I'll be leaving the stairs there in case anypony else gets stupid"
(http://i198.photobucket.com/albums/aa176/Kryptid/VirtueAvatar.jpg)
Virtue's Diary, 19th Obsidian, 251
A badger pony thief showed up today. I was out at the fields talking with Harvest Moon at the time when I heard the shouting. I don't think the thief even got to the stockpile before he was spotted, and the ruckus scared him off. I went looking for Halberd but he was asleep. By the time he was up and had his axe in mouth, the thief was gone. Nevertheless, I put him on patrol for the rest of the afternoon. He probably didn't like it, but he's the only one qualified to handle such a threat, so he'll have to live with it.
I spent the rest of the afternoon talking to Harvest Moon, and he walked me back to my room tonight. He's a really interesting pony, and a good friend to have out here. I feel so... relaxed around him.
Virtue's Diary, 23rd Obsidian, 251
Today turned out to be a pretty productive day. Our liaison showed up today with a small merchant party. We didn't have very much to trade, but we did have some larger gems Diamond Shard dug up in the quarry. The merchants seemed happy enough with them, and we got some more fruit and wine in return. That should be enough to pad our stocks for a while.
I asked the liaison to bring more seeds and food next year. That won't help us in the immediate future, but by this time next year who knows what might happen, and starving to death seems like one of the worst things that could happen out here. I also asked him to send word to hold back on the migrants if possible. It's tough enough providing for the ponies we've got for now.
Speaking of seeds, Harvest Moon and I have really been hitting it off recently. I've been spending most of my free time out at the fields with him, talking about just about everything. I never noticed how graceful he was, sowing the seeds while airborne with all the precision of the best earth pony farmers I've ever known.
(http://i198.photobucket.com/albums/aa176/Kryptid/VirtueandHarvestMoonlovers.png)
Telgin says, out of character, "Yes, there's love in the air! Looks like Virtue and Harvest Moon are lovers now."
Post by: The Master on November 21, 2011, 02:42:01 pm
"You there," Halberd says, trotting up to Virtue. "Do you know if I'll get to kill anything soon?" He asks, with a hint of longing in his voice.
Post by: Telgin on November 21, 2011, 03:11:19 pm
Virtue halts in place at the sound of Halberd's voice. She turned away from the fields, where she was headed up to that point, and sees the soldier approaching her. He rarely said much to her, but she was thankful he wasn't here to complain about being put on patrol.
She offered the most honest smile she could muster and replied, "Well, I'm not sure. We saw that thief the other day, so I can only imagine that there might be more around."
She raises a hoof to her chin and adds, "If you're bored patrolling the perimiter, I believe I heard Pewter say something about seeing some chimps getting a little too close to our settlement for comfort. You could try running them off." She smiled again. "I know I don't have to tell you this, but they can be pretty dangerous, so be careful."
I'll see if I can get Halberd something to relieve his boredom on. I don't know about in DF, but chimps are scary in real life. I need to get some barracks set up for him to train in during his down time. I'm going to have to reconsider this thing about the pony pics. It might get annoying during roleplaying, maybe not. We'll have to test it out I reckon.
Post by: The Master on November 21, 2011, 03:17:23 pm
Post by: Telgin on November 21, 2011, 03:33:53 pm
If it's not annoying you then I don't see any reason to stop though. :)
Post by: The Master on November 21, 2011, 03:36:37 pm
Post by: Telgin on November 22, 2011, 02:37:55 pm
Quote from: The Master
first of all, you can't have a good fort without a DJ! So, just like I do in Glitterglen, I shall do my best to find the appropriate music for the current situation. I shall not take no for an answer!
Sounds good to me. Not a lot to find music to yet, but it'll happen sooner or later!
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Virtue's Diary - 4th Felsite, 252
Halberd came to me recently complaining about a lack of things to do. At least I hope that's all he meant, he was pretty specific about finding stuff to kill. I told him to go see about running off the chimps spotted out east, but something more interesting happened that obviated the need. Over the past three days, we've seen a diamond dog thief on each day. Whether or not it was the same one, I don't know, but it's worrisome. Halberd chased after them, which was enough to run them off, but they'll be back I'm sure. I hope Halberd is up to the challenge.
In other news, I'm pleased to record that after an entire year of being out here, the dining hall is finally open for use. I hate it took so long, but I'm still getting used to managing all of this stuff. To sort of make amends, I threw a party this morning to commemorate the event. I think just about everypony was there, even Halberd. I even spotted Panacea talking with him, and for once he didn't try to avoid it. If anypony could get through to him, it would be her. She seemed to be spending a lot of time with Saw Dust as well. I wonder if there's anything going on between the two?
We've dug out a small cellar beneath the dining hall for our kitchen and food storage. Everything should keep better down there, and we don't have to worry with diamond dogs running off with our carrots. Well, if they even eat them.
Oh well, I think I had a bit too much to drink at the party, so I'm heading to bed early tonight. I gave everypony the day off tomorrow, since I know at least a few others did the same. I think we've all earned a little rest.
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Panacea's Diary - 4th Felsite, 252
Today has been a wonderful day! I was pretty pleased to hear that the dining hall was finally opened today, but I didn't expect Virtue to hold a party for everypony. Well, we didn't have a whole lot of food and drink to spare, but I think it went nicely anyway. Everypony was in good spirits.
I was surprised to find even Halberd there. I haven't spoken with him much on the way out here, or really even since we got here. I was kind of scared to, Virtue and Saw Dust told me he was usually pretty grumpy, so I tried to stay out of his way. Maybe it was the wine talking, I don't know, but I actually struck up a conversation with him. He's actually a nice guy once you get to know him. I think everypony just gets put off about how he stays to himself all the time.
Even better though, ever since I spent time helping put the dorms together, Saw Dust and I have been having a lot of fun together. I talked with him at the party a lot, and he's asked me out on a date tomorrow night. Just the two of us, down by the river. I'm excited!
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Looks like everypony likes Panacea. She's basically a gray Fluttershy, heh.
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Virtue's Diary - 7th Galena, 252
Despite my fears about the diamond dogs, we haven't seen anything else out of them for a few weeks. Nevertheless, I think it's time to start thinking about our defenses. As we grow, we'll only become more and more tempting of a target. I'll discuss things with Halberd. He doesn't like idle chit-chat, but I think he'll be happy to have some input on this. I've updated my map to show all of the current major constructions. Still not much to look at.
Spoiler (click to show/hide)
Otherwise things have been going fairly smoothly lately. We have a few more stills set up, and with our new chef, we're doing quite well on the essentials. Speaking of which, we had a few new arrivals over the past week. I've rounded up their names, but haven't decided quite what to do with them all just yet:
An earth pony stallion furnace operator named Ember
A pegasus mare gemcutter named Quartz
A unicorn stallion glass maker named Marbles
His wife, a pegasus mare potter named Porcelain
A unicorn stallion dyer named Indigo
An earth pony stallion shearer named Fleece
A pegasus mare siege operator named Ballista
We certainly don't have any need for any dyers, shearers or siege operators right now, so there will be some shuffling of jobs.
I finished the day pretty early today. I haven't spoken with Harvest Moon in a few days, maybe I should go see him today. Maybe he could use some help in the fields? That shearer has probably been around farms enough to be of some use.
Hard to believe it took over a full game year to get that little settlement up and running. Oh well, at this point that catches up to where I stand in game, so the future is a bit more open now. I'll be setting up a hospital for Panacea and a barracks for Halberd as my next priority.
Post by: Nyxalinth on November 24, 2011, 03:47:07 pm
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Virtue's Diary, 17th Moonstone, 251
Speaking of seeds, Harvest Moon and I have really been hitting it off recently. I've been spending most of my free time out at the fields with him, talking about just about everything. I never noticed how graceful he was, sowing the seeds while airborne with all the precision of the best earth pony farmers I've ever known.
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Telgin says, out of character, "Yes, there's love in the air! Looks like Virtue and Harvest Moon are lovers now."
D'awwwwww! :)
Post by: The Master on November 24, 2011, 04:22:50 pm
Post by: Telgin on November 25, 2011, 12:22:21 am
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Virtue's Diary - 9th Galena, 252
I haven't had much time to discuss our defensive measures with Halberd yet, but I have started considering them nonetheless. There hasn't been time to start digging a moat or setting up proper fortifications yet, but word reached me that one of our new arrivals served some time in the military back in Coupledye.
Porcelain used to be a hammerpony, and after a little discussion with her, she agreed to join the militia. She asked to be called Naginata now, which I guess was her nickname in the military. Not sure if she's met Halberd yet, she might not have been as eager to join if she had. We don't have any maces or hammers, but she picked up a spare axe and took it back to her quarters. Two ponies are better than one, but it's a far cry from even a militia yet. We've got to get to work on defenses, soon.
11th Galena, 252
While checking up on our stocks today, I noticed a small argument forming over our woodcrafting shop. Bevel was holed up inside, shooing everypony away and rummaging through the wood already inside. I went to try and defuse the situation, but she ignored my questioning and continued on doing whatever she was doing. She didn't seem to be causing too much trouble, so I left her alone for now. If she causes any problems I might have to get involved again.
In other news, Pewter and Ember have finished setting up a furnace, smelter and forge. We should be in position to start smelting down some of that magnetite soon. Some steel armor for Halberd and Naginata would go a long way to offsetting their lack of numbers.
Yeah, not sure how to describe strange moods for a pony in-universe, so for now that's what I'm going with.
15th Galena, 252
I'd already forgotten about the incident a few days ago with Bevel, but she finished what she was working on today. She built a wooden chair out of some highwood logs, naming it the Cut of Wings. It's a very nice chair, I'll admit. I'm not sure why she put so many spikes on it, but it should be serviceable for our dining hall at some point.
Spoiler (click to show/hide)
That nearly eclipsed the fact that Detergent gave birth to her third foal this morning. She named the little unicorn colt Sandstone and asked if she could have a few days off. I happily obliged, I've never been through childbirth but I have no doubt she could use a break, not to mention she surely needs time to bond with her new foal!
6th Limestone, 252
It took long enough, but we've finally got a butcher's shop set up in the dining hall's cellar. Now when Longshot goes hunting it won't all go to waste.
The hospital and barracks are also under construction finally. I know Halberd and Naginata will be happy to have somewhere to practice.
The hospital is going to take some time to get set up. The plans I've drawn up will have Panacea living in the second floor, so she should be close to any prospective patients at all times. The hospital will hold only about five ponies at a time. I pray we never need even that much space.
6th Sandstone, 252
Despite my request with the liaison, we received another wave of new workers late this afternoon. The new arrivals are:
A unicorn stallion mason named Mortar
An earth pony stallion engraver named Chisel
An earth pony stallion engraver named Glyph
An earth pony mare carpenter named Whittle
Her husband, a pegasus stallion potash maker named Splinter
An earth pony stallion woodcutter named Knothole
An earth pony mare carpenter named Hickory
A pegasus mare potash maker named Willow
I was quite happy when I learned of their talents though. We can't get enough carpenters and masons out here. I'll draw up some work for them all in the morning. The hospital and barracks are coming along slowly, as always, so maybe a few new hooves will speed things up.
The next part of the update calls for some more illustration, I think, so it might be a day or two. Make of that what you will. :)
Post by: Khenal on November 25, 2011, 02:09:04 am
Post by: Telgin on November 25, 2011, 02:36:12 am
I am sorely tempted to claim Ember, the furnace operator. Would you be opposed to turning on his mechanic skill if I do?
Nope, not a problem at all. I need a mechanic anyway, as you'll see in my next update, things are starting to heat up a bit (fret not, Ember is unharmed). Will get his details posted tomorrow if you're interested. If you want to give him another name (related to mechanics perhaps, but up to you), that's okay too.
Post by: Khenal on November 25, 2011, 02:40:47 am
Post by: Telgin on November 25, 2011, 07:49:39 pm
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He's also friends with Bevel (a mare carpenter) and Ballista (a mare siege engineer / haven't figured out what the heck to do with her yet).
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Virtue's Diary - 16th Timber, 252
I've been dreading this day since the moment I decided to found this settlement. It was inevitable that tragedy would strike us eventually, but that doesn't lessen the sting in the least.
It pains me to even record here what happened. Brook was out by the river fishing today, as she does most every day. Nopony saw the thief until it was too late, and it was clear that Brook was slain without knowing what hit her.
Hickory happened across the aftermath, where the monster was picking over her body. The scene she described was sickening. Halberd and Naginata jumped into action, and at the very least they slew the thief in turn. It's little consolation.
I've arranged for a small ceremony for her tomorrow morning. Nopony deserved what happened to her.
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Not sure if it's against the rules to post fairly tame blood / gore like that, but I can move it to a spoiler tag if it bothers anypony I suppose. Considering how graphic combat is in the game, I assume Toady doesn't mind anyway.
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Naginata's Log - 16th Timber, 252
It's days like this that I remember why I didn't reenlist in Coupledye. I didn't think this peaceful little community would really need my help, but I was dead wrong. One of the civilians was killed today. A fisherpony named Brook. I hadn't really met her, but her passing has certainly affected most of the community.
I got to see Halberd's true side today. Up until now our association was mostly limited to sparring sessions in the half completed barracks, where I pegged him for a stoic and no-nonsense pony. Something I can respect in a commander.
When we found the thief gleefully stripping Brook's body of everything of any worth, Halberd changed completely. Stoicism changed in an instant to passion and wrath unlike I've seen before. I never even made it to the thief. Halberd leaped from our overlooking position and utterly destroyed our foe. By the time he was satisfied with the carnage, the thief was in about as many pieces as it could conceivably be in.
At first I was a bit terrified of him, but after we exchanged a few words, I have even more respect for the stallion now. He is a true soldier. Having one of the ponies placed under his care taken from us in such a senseless act of depravity was something he couldn't stand.
Some of the civilians are afraid of him and most everypony tries to avoid him, but they don't understand. He would never abandon them or willingly let them come to harm, and in the end there is probably nopony who they should trust more.
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That's the story I'm running with anyway. Halberd went bananas on the thief and spent 6 pages hacking him to bits, followed by chopping off each leg. I'll leave specific characterization to The Master, of course.
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Virtue's Diary - 17th Timber, 252
Well, we had the ceremony today. Most everypony was there. It wasn't much, I admit. This isn't something I've ever done before, but I gave the eulogy. I knew Brook as well as anypony else here, but there were things I could appreciate that perhaps the others couldn't.
We may well owe our lives to that pony. If she hadn't come and fished up so many turtles and mussels, we may well have starved long ago. She deserved a medal for her actions. But instead, a lowly thief from the twisted little badger ponies took her life. Over a fishing pole.
A few ponies teared up a bit during the ceremony, and I'll admit I nearly did the same. I was present as we interred her in her final resting place in the newly dug out crypt. After that I locked myself I my office and I did lose it then. I'm not sure I'm cut out for this job. We had to expect losses, but that thought doesn't help me accept what happened anymore.
I don't know what to do. I probably won't be getting much sleep tonight.
Post by: The Master on November 25, 2011, 08:44:56 pm
Post by: Khenal on November 25, 2011, 09:11:22 pm
So, this is Dawnpick. Huh. It's not what I expected, that's for sure. Oh, there's a bunch of ore that needs smelting, but that's not what I mean. I thought there would be a lot of smelters and smiths is all. I was told this was supposed to be a major metal production hub, but it looks like we're still getting the basics up and running. Ah well, I'm sure I'll get to smelt something soon.
Galena 11
Well that was fast! Only four days after I arrive and we get a smelter up and running! Pewter, the mare metalworker who helped me, looked to be happy as well. We'll both be able to get to work soon.
Galena 15
One of the carpenter mares just finished an incredible chair. I have no idea how she made it so spikey and yet so comfortable! I asked her about it, and we talked for hours about it and other things. Looks like I have a new friend, and her name is Bevel! Ballista won't believe it, heh. She was the only one in the migration group I got along with well, I hope her and Bevel hit it off also.
Timber 16
Looks like I wasn't the only one who heard there was a lot of ore here: A badger Pegasus thief thought we'd make an easy mark. It killed Brook, one of the fishermares. I didn't know her very well, but nopony deserved her death. Halberd and Naginata, our martial ponies, dealt with the murderer. Halberd was absolutely covered in blood and looked pretty mad about the ordeal, maybe he knew Brook personally?
Timber 17
We buried Brook today. She was vital to Dawnpick getting up and running, they said. Apparently, she almost single-hoofedly provided the meals for a while before the fields could be harvested. She was a hero in her small way, and we all feel her absence. Especially Virtue, I think they were friends.
Everypony is trying to think of ways to make sure this doesn't happen again. A wall is the most agreed upon solution, but I think we need some real defenses. A wall is good to keep out animals, but it takes strong ponies with weapons to defend against invaders like the badger pegasi. Unfortunately, we don't have many ponies to spare for training, and that'd take a while anyway. I think we should make some traps, or at least a drawbridge to seal the fort up if we have to. I'll try talking to Virtue about it in a day or two. I think she needs some time to deal with her loss.
Post by: Telgin on November 26, 2011, 12:26:30 am
Virtue's Diary - 18th Timber
I'm scared. I don't like to admit it, but I am rightly and truly scared. So are many of the others. I haven't seen any of the foals out and about today, and I don't blame their parents for keeping them indoors.
Another thief was spotted today, this time out by the quarry. The cursed little vermin slew a water buffalo wandering nearby, for the simple pleasure of it. Nopony could find Naginata at first, but Halberd rushed into action. After how he handled the last thief, I felt confident in his skills.
I didn't see what happened, but Halberd was wounded in the fight. A bad cut to the back. Naginata arrived to strike the thief down, but Halberd was incapacitated. He's resting in the hospital now. Panacea asked us all to leave while she tended to him, but I'm worried. He was bleeding a lot.
I pray he's not hurt that badly. We don't have enough guards as it is, and even though we've had our differences in the past, I don't want anything bad to happen to him. I'll go check up on him tomorrow. I didn't sleep well last night, and I feel tonight will be no different.
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Panacea's Diary - 18th Timber, 252
When I heard that somepony was hurt, my heart skipped a beat. We've been out here for over a year without any serious injuries, so it was bound to happen eventually, but that doesn't make it any easier. In fact, after a year without having to really use my knowledge, I was worried.
Then I saw it was Halberd, and when I saw the injury, I think my heart stopped completely. He took a deep puncture wound to the back, and many ponies never walk again after such an injury. He was still standing though, and I have to admit I'm impressed at his strong will. He limped in without help, but the pain was evident. He was sucking in his breath through his teeth with each step.
It didn't take long to confirm that he would recover. The blade had been stopped by his spine, which is a frightening thought, but the vertebra wasn't broken and no nerves were injured. I cleaned the wound as best I could and dressed it. He'll be fine, but it's going to take some time to recover. A little further one way and he could be paralyzed, or have bled to death from his kidney.
Virtue was worried sick, and I don't blame her. This incident reminded me that we really need a well or other clean water source, as soon as possible. I'll bring it up when I speak to Virtue about Halberd.
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Virtue's Diary - 19th Timber
When I went to check with Panacea this morning, something even more terrifying happened. A third thief was wandering through the middle of the settlement, as if he owned the place! I let out a cry and bolted for the hospital at once, which I think only excited the little monster, as he promptly gave chase.
I thought I was going to be joining Brook, but to my shock and surprise Halberd burst from the hospital, axe in mouth. Without missing a step, he tore the thief apart, strewing its body parts across the road.
I wasn't sure if I was more afraid of the badger pony thieves or Halberd at this point, but he calmed down immediately after slaying the fiend. He muttered something about doing his duty and limped back into the hospital with my help.
That may be the bravest thing I've ever seen anypony do. Even with a blood soaked bandage wrapped around his midsection, Halberd sprang to my aid and probably saved my life. I think I may have misjudged him. He was as reluctant to talk about it as ever, but I think he deserves a reward of some sort.
I probably shouldn't tell him that we've set up tombs for him and Naginata in the crypt. It's a morbid thing to do for the living, but in the event that something disastrous happens, I want them to be remembered forever.
At least Panacea tells me Halberd will be fine. That was quite a relief. She reminded me of the need of a well, which I hadn't forgotten but kept getting pushed back on my list. I think she's right though, and I'll see what I can do about getting one set up near the hospital.
More important than a well at this point is something to keep the thieves out. I don't think Halberd is in any position to draw up defense plans. I heard that one of our recent arrivals, Flux I think, has some experience with building mechanics of various sorts. Perhaps I could bring him and Naginata together to flesh out some ideas. Even a few simple traps of some sort would surely help.
Not sure how that happened, actually. If Halberd was really in the hospital at that point, he shouldn't have been able to help. I guess he hadn't made it the bed yet. Also, I'll see what I can do about doodling a pony avatar for Flux, unless you want to use the pony maker or forgo it altogether. Your choice. :)
Post by: Khenal on November 26, 2011, 12:36:31 am
Post by: The Master on November 26, 2011, 01:16:16 am
Post by: Telgin on November 26, 2011, 02:03:29 pm
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Virtue's Diary - 23rd Timber, 252
It seems that something similar to what happened to Bevel has taken Ballista. I found her this morning while trying to track down Flux, occupying the forge and demanding that we bring her body parts and bars of metal. Fortunately, Longshot was able to provide some body parts in short order, but we haven't yet smelted any of our magnetite.
It's worrying. I'm wondering if there is some sort of dark magic permeating this land that's driving these ponies to do this. I wish we had a wizard here to consult, none of the unicorns that have joined us so far seem to know a thing about it.
25th Timber, 252
I'm pleased to record that Panacea released Halberd this morning. I'd have never believed that he could recover in a week from such an injury, but he seems to be getting along just fine, and has already headed off to the barracks again.
I feel very guilty over it all. If he had a proper suit of armor, that would have never happened. I'm doing all that I can to rectify that problem, but it's going to take some time. Maybe a long time.
6th Opal, 252
We finally finished the hospital today, and Panacea moved in upstairs. I think she found it a bit bittersweet, but I didn't press her about it. This way she'll be closer to any patients that need her urgently.
In other news, we've finally started smelting some of the magnetite we dug up in the quarry, so we're one step closer to having some steel armor for our two soldiers. I urged Flux to be quick about the smelting if at all possible. Ballista hasn't left the forge since she entered it, and it's my understanding that the two are friends. That should motivate him a bit, I would think.
Once he's taken care of that, I think I'll ask him to start piecing together some mechanisms. It's going to be a little while yet before a proper wall is ready, but some traps in the mean time should help. Now that Halberd has recovered, perhaps he will have some input on it after all.
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Panacea's Diary - 6th Opal, 252
Things have been moving fast the past few days. I'm very happy to note that Halberd has made a full recovery. I've been talking with him a bit, since I think I'm the only friend he has here. I never knew how seriously he took his job as a soldier, and I must say that I really respect him. I only pray that I never have to stand over him wondering if he'll live ever again.
Speaking of which, my new room in the hospital is finally ready, so I'll be moving in tomorrow. It's for the good of the hospital, but it means I probably won't be seeing Saw Dust as much any more. I miss not being with him much already. Maybe I'll go visit him at his workshop tomorrow.
Funny, Panacea and Saw Dust, and Virtue and Harvest Moon have been lovers for over a year now with nothing coming of it. Never have had a lot of luck with marriages in DF.
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23rd Timber
Virtue looked away from the mare occupying the forge with some difficulty and continued on to the smelter just past it. She hadn't found Flux in the dining hall, so it would be the next best place to look for him. She heard that Flux knew a thing or two about mechanics, so she hoped he might have some ideas on some traps to set up around their perimeter.
Cage traps are always effective, but I'm not sure if the badger pony thieves are trap avoid or not. I think not. Cages are a bit of a pain though, because I'm too lazy to "empty" them properly. Weapon traps have had satisfying results in my last fort. Any input from Flux would be appreciated. :)
Post by: Khenal on November 26, 2011, 02:26:59 pm
Balista has been acting weird lately. She got this strange look in her eyes and then zoomed off to the forge. Now, she's yelling about bones and metal and gibberish. The others tell me it's similar to how Bevel was acting. Maybe we'll get another fancy chair? Either way, I think we're still a week or two from being able to actually begin smelting. Ya, we have the smelter up, but the magnetite needs to be hauled and charcoal needs to be made.
In the meantime, I've been doodling some trap designs. I'm no expert, but the principals are fairly simple at least. Some ponies like cage traps, say they're more humane. I disagree. Cage traps only make new problems, and I don't know if we can handle prisoners anyway. I think I'll try to figure out how a spinning blade trap works. I hear they're really efficient, so hopefully I can puzzle out the details of how they work.
Opal 6
Finally able to get started smelting today! It's a relief to get back to smelting again. Virtue asked me to be as fast as I can, and I'll try, but it's a slow process. Balista hasn't stopped yelling about needing metal, so I expect she'll be along soon for some fresh iron.
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I like using blade traps. Cages are anoying, and I never could design an efficient way of dealing with caged hostiles. That and I like watching the bits and pieces fly :P
Edit* Also, here's an interesting quirk to keep out flying baddies: They won't path over water. I've taken to building a moat with water around my pony forts with all the fliers that show up.
Post by: Telgin on November 27, 2011, 12:20:48 am
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Virtue's Diary - 23rd Granite, 253
Ballista finished the amulet she was working on today, which she calls Mirthpartner the Escorted Dot. An interesting name for the amulet, and it's certainly intimidating looking, but she wears it around proudly.
Spoiler (click to show/hide)
Flux has been busy making charcoal and smelting the magnetite, but we've run into a problem. He tells me that we need something called, ironically enough, flux in order to actually make steel out of the iron. I don't really understand metallurgy, but I trust he knows what he's talking about. Once he's smelted a bit more of the magnetite, I think I'll set him to work on those mechanisms. The designs he drew up looked good to me, and I think everypony will feel a bit safer once there are a few in place.
Chic and Diamond Shard have been digging hard in the quarry looking for something suitable to use as flux, and they stumbled into a large underground cavern in the process. It looks deserted, but it worries me, so I think I'll have them seal it up soon. Whatever lurks below, it probably isn't good, and badger pony thieves are enough of a problem.
Some merchants arrived today too, and it feels like it's been an eternity since they last came. We still didn't have much to trade, but we picked up a little food and drink from them in exchange for some uncut gems. They seemed happy enough, at least, and promised to return next year.
7th Felsite, 253
Today was a bit of a surprise. Naginata gave birth early this morning to a unicorn colt that the parents named Rondel. He was a cute little foal. Naturally, Naginata will be laying off training for a while, which she had been for the last month or so of her pregnancy. We haven't seen any more thieves, so maybe she won't be needed any time soon.
The search for flux hasn't turned up much, unfortunately, except for another large underground cavern. I'll request it sealed off too, since the initial exploration didn't turn up any flux. I hope we find some soon, I don't want to have to rely on simple iron for our soldiers.
On a lighter note, Marbles has set up a glass furnace and started making some windows. I know I'll be happy to have a window in my bedroom, and I think everypony else would agree. Thinking back to my discussion with Flux, I think some glass weapons for the traps. They won't be much use in Halberd or Naginata's hooves, but for a trap I think it would work well. We wouldn't have to use any of our iron either.
23rd Felsite
I got a surprise this morning. A formal request for a town hall was in the stack of paperwork I needed to sort through today. Curious, I started asking around, and it turns out that Longshot has mad such an impression on everypony else that they elected him mayor!
I didn't even know it was up for discussion. Seems like the sort of thing I would be involved in, but if it's what everypony wants I don't see the harm. I hate to tell him that it's going to be some time before a town hall can be constructed. We're still short on bedrooms, and we started constructing our curtain wall. He's a reasonable pony, and I think he'll understand.
I've updated the map as before. I'll feel a lot safer when the wall is finished.
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Guess Longshot hasn't had a lot to do other than socialize lately. That friend list of his goes on for a few pages, and no grudges, even with Halberd.
4th Hematite, 253
While worrying over our dwindling supply of wood today and the growing need for more bedrooms, Mortar told me that he had learned a spell to transform most types of plants into wood. I was a bit skeptical, but he demonstrated in short order.
Impressed by the magical feat, I asked him to show a number of other unicorns how to use the spell, and now we have a wood conjuring workshop to help pad our supplies of lumber. I'm afraid to transform too much food, but it's nice to know we have a fallback if we need it.
A large number of migrants arrived a couple of days ago, so I think we'll be needing the food more (good thing Harvest Moon has been hauling in so much lately). I rounded up the new arrivals:
An earth pony stallion bone carver named Totem
A pegasus stallion weaver named Spool
A pegasus stallion woodcrafter named Miter
A pegasus mare fish cleaner named Sushi
An earth pony farmer named Appleseed
A unicorn mare mason named Kiln
An earth pony stallion furnace operator named Cinder
A pegasus stallion carpenter named Redwood
A unicorn stallion dyer named Carmine
His wife, a pegasus mare fisher named Ocean Breeze
An earth pony stallion farmer named Golden Grain
An earth pony stallion miller named Barley
A unicorn stallion shearer named Wool
A pegasus mare spinner named Loom
A unicorn mare tanner named Alum
A unicorn stallion siege operator named Arbalest
A pegasus mare soldier named Falcata
A pegasus stallion soldier named Bardiche
Of course the two new soldiers will be joining Halberd and Naginata, but as usual I'll have to think over the other arrivals before sorting out where they will fall into place here. I'm not sure if I'm ready to send Ocean Breeze out to the river to fish yet. We wouldn't want a repeat of that tragedy.
Ok, that last migant wave was just uncalled for. The previous migrant wave didn't all have bedrooms yet! I've got 51 ponies now, and have set the pop cap at 50. I need some time to sort out these ponies!
Anyway, the wall is under construction and Flux is now working on setting up some traps (and a drawbridge soon). I think I might be screwed on flux though, I could have sworn it was in the embark info.
Post by: Dsarker on November 27, 2011, 12:23:59 am
Post by: Telgin on November 27, 2011, 12:37:24 am
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Haven't had any experience at all working with siege equipment in DF yet, so that should be interesting. Fair warning: the above ground embark means everything is going very slowly. Probably going to be a while before the catapult is set up, unless Arbalest would like to argue the point with Virtue. :)
By the way Khenal and Dsarker, if you want to change anything about the pony's description before I make avatars for them, let me know. I stayed pretty true to it for the starting 7, except for Longshot who I made green instead of black. DF seems to be pretty bad about variety in the pony descriptions, so I improvised a little. It seems that literally almost every male pegasus is black, every female is slate gray, male earth ponies are light brown, etc.
Post by: ansontan2000 on November 27, 2011, 12:38:48 am
oh wait, that would be REALLY stupid.
Post by: Telgin on November 27, 2011, 12:43:37 am
Post by: The Master on November 27, 2011, 12:44:30 am
Post by: Dsarker on November 27, 2011, 12:45:06 am
Post by: Khenal on November 27, 2011, 02:24:57 am
By the way Khenal and Dsarker, if you want to change anything about the pony's description before I make avatars for them, let me know.
If it's not too late, can I request a darkish orange for his coat instead of his light brown?
Post by: Telgin on November 28, 2011, 10:43:49 pm
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Virtue's Diary - 1st Malachite, 253
It's been a busy day. With a few more farmers to help out Harvest Moon, we've expanded the fields and set up a new field for some other crops, eventually, although we'll have to wait for a caravan hopefully carrying some new seeds. We've been needing some thread for some time now, and Harvest Moon tells me that he has a few seeds for a curious underground crop called pig tails. We had a small underground farm dug out for that.
I've also set up a mechanics workshop for Flux to work with and a siege workshop for Arbalest. I dearly hope that we won't be needing any siege equipment to defend ourselves, but if we did, I'd hate to be caught without it. Whether or not we'll be able to spare anypony else to learn how to shoot the things, well, that's another story.
Now that we've got enough ponies to almost consider them a squad, I asked Halberd to set up a proper training schedule to keep them all prepared. He has them training two months on, one month off, which sounds reasonable to me.
The surprise was when I happened across a request from Longshot in my paperwork. I didn't expect him to actually start making such recommendations so soon, but he requested that we not trade any large gems until he says otherwise. We've been trading uncut gems to the merchants so far, so it's not a big deal. I'm not quite sure why he'd order such a thing anyway, but it's a small enough issue that I won't bother him about it.
11th Malachite, 253
To my initial dismay, another group of migrants arrived today. I was quite surprised to find an alicorn among them, and at first expected that a noble of some rank from Coupledye had come to check up on my progress. I was quite nervous, as we've only just barely begun producing much from our mines.
I was quite surprised, and a bit pleased, to discover that most of the new arrivals were soldiers, including the alicorn Stilleto. We could definitely use a few more armed ponies, so I sent them off to meet our existing militia and get acquainted. Surprisingly, Stilleto made no mention of having any high rank, and accepted her position under Halberd without a word.
The arrivals are as follows:
An earth pony mare soldier named Fuscina
An alicorn mare soldier named Stilleto
A unicorn mare soldier named Kukri
A unicorn mare soldier named Kris
A unicorn mare woodcrafter named Balsa
A unicorn mare beekeeper named Sweet Nectar
An earth pony mare farmer named Sunflower
An earth pony stallion woodburner named Toasty
I was also pleased to let Panacea know that the well was finally dug out today and should be ready for use soon. I think everypony will appreciate it actually, since we don't have to head down to the river to bathe now. After what happened to Brook, nopony really liked going down there anymore.
Yeah, that's right. I set the pop cap to 50 and I get 8 new ponies. Apparently the change doesn't take effect until the liaison arrives, so I just hope I don't get pushed over the 80 siege trigger before then, heh, heh. I hope the unwanted arrivals like military service, because that's what the useless ones are getting!
13th Malachite, 253
Hickory gave birth this morning to a unicorn filly named Sienna. The parents were quite excited at the new arrival, and I gave them some time off to recuperate and bond.
17th Malachite, 253
I'm really starting to get worried about these... strange moods... that are gripping everypony. I got word late this morning that Flux had occupied a workshop and was demanding wood and stone blocks. We didn't have any stone blocks available, but it was easy to set Chisel to the job. I hope he finishes whatever he's planning soon, since we really need him smelting down the magnetite.
28th Malachite, 253
It took nearly a week for him to finish it, but Flux completed his project this afternoon. He made what is perhaps the most impressive crutch I've ever laid eyes on. I'm... not sure how we'll use it, but it is quite beautiful.
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He didn't finish a moment too soon, either. I got word that Diamond Shard finally located what we've been searching for months for underground: marble! With Flux done with his crutch, now he and Cinder can get to work making some steel. The new soldiers will have some armor and weapons to practice with soon.
In more amusing news, Panacea somehow managed to get stuck in the well today. She slipped in somehow and couldn't climb out. I still don't really understand why the pegasi can't just fly out of little rooms like this, but she couldn't for some reason. It took us all day for Diamond Shard and Chic to dig her out of the well, but we sealed it back up with an emergency doorway for any future emergencies. Good thing the well wasn't completely full, she could have drowned!
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Panacea's Diary - 28th Malachite, 253
Today was pretty embarassing. I slipped into the well this morning and landed badly on my left wing. It hurt too much to fly out, so all I could do was shout until somepony came by to help. Thank goodness Skillet was nearby when it happened, else I don't know how long I would have been down there. Virtue eventually got the miners to dig me out, but I hate it came to that. I was so embarassed, I thanked everypony and hid in my room for the rest of the day. I heard a few laughing about it, and I guess it was a bit funny, but I wasn't in much of a mood to face that.
At least my wing seems to be fine, just a sprain, I think. And as long as I don't fall in the well anymore, my patients should do a lot better in the future. I just need to talk to Virtue about getting some soap made. After things die down a bit, of course.
Post by: WolfeyS on November 28, 2011, 11:57:09 pm
Edit: Scratch that, I'll take Saw Dust.
Post by: Telgin on November 29, 2011, 12:02:09 am
Post by: Khenal on November 29, 2011, 12:10:06 am
(http://i198.photobucket.com/albums/aa176/Kryptid/FluxAvatar.jpg) Flux' Journal, Granite 23
Ballista finished her project: an amulet. It's beautiful, though spiky, and bears an image of celery on it. I asked her about the celery and she just looked at me and asked if there was anything wrong with celery. At least she's back to normal.
Malachite 1
Virtue liked my designs for blade traps, and asked if they could be made to work with glass instead of steel blades. It's a bit unorthodox, but I don't see why not. And our apparent lack of any flux stone makes the steel blades a dream. We finished setting up a workshop for me to actually get to building the traps, so hopefully we'll be safe behind some bladed protection soon!
Malachite 11
I was checking where to actually put the traps when I saw the latest migrant wave. A lot of them looked like fighters, so I'm sure Halberd and Naginata will have plenty of company. One was even an alicorn! I never expected to see one out here. At least, not this soon. Maybe Dawnpick is more important than I was told? Either way, I should get back to work. There's a lot of magnetite, and it's not going to smelt itself.
Malachite 17
The hospital is working, but we have no splints! Why do we have no splints?! What if somepony breaks something?! Gotta fix this error! Must make a splint! With wood and stone and... *The page quickly devolves into illegibility and a long list of random building materials*
Malachite 28
Wow, that was weird. Apparently, I went a bit crazy and started acting just like my friends did when they built something strange. I made a splint. It's a nice splint, but why did I make it? And why did I put a pink lemon tree on it? I don't even like lemons.
Oh! While I was crazy, they found some marble deep in the earth! Finally, I'll be able to start making steel!
Post by: Telgin on December 01, 2011, 10:45:28 am
((Your art is awesome and you should feel awesome! I love the avatar for Flux!))Glad you like it!
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Virtue's Diary - 21st Galena, 253
The last few days have been pretty interesting.
First off, as I feared there were things living underground that weren't happy to see us. With everything else going on I hadn't gotten around to getting the masons to seal off the caverns, and there have been a few "invasions". I'm not sure what to call the things, but they walk on two legs and are clawed. A few rushed out of the cavern breach and started harassing our quarry workers. Halberd and his squad raced down to the depths the moment Chic came running up shrieking about monsters, but from what I hear, Diamond Shard defended herself most admirably.
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Longshot immediately took it upon himself to clear the caverns of the little beasts with several extended hunting trips. He brought back quite a bounty, so we'll probably be eating them for a while. We've not seen many of them since, so I think perhaps his efforts have frightened them off at least.
23rd Galena, 253
Now I feel like we're a true mining operation. Flux and Cinder have been hard at work smelting the magnetite and turning it into steel now that we have some marble on hand. I immediately asked Pewter to begin turning the steel into weapons for Halberd and his squad. They should all have axes to practice with within the next few weeks.
A zebra caravan also arrived today, led to our settlement by the plumes of our furnaces. I worry it might attract less desirable attention, but save for what happened to Brook we've been lucky. We traded off some uncut gems for a little food and drink from the zebras, which they accepted gratefully. Longshot didn't seem to mind trading the uncut gems, but still asks we not trade out any large gems. Unfortunately, the caravan didn't have any new exotic seeds for our fields, but I'm holding out for our liaison later this year bringing some.
In happier news, I heard we have another foal among our children today. Detergent gave birth again in the wee hours of the morning to a unicorn filly she named Copper Trim. The name fits her appearance, I'll give them that.
26th Limestone, 253
The undesirable attention I was worried about found us today, but I'm happy to record that nothing ill came of it. Quartz spotted a diamond dog thief skulking on the hillside overlooking our settlement, no doubt picking through the wooden logs piled high there. Halberd's squad charged off after him, set on not letting him do to anypony what the badger thief did to Brook, and to not report home where we were. I didn't see the fight myself, but he assures me that the thief won't be returning from whence he came.
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Naginata's Diary - 26th Limestone, 253
When word reached us that another thief had been spotted near the settlement, everypony galloped out to meet him. Once again, I didn't have a chance to actually engage our foe, since Stiletto beat me to him. I must say, I've never witnessed an alicorn fighting before, but now that I have I am absolutely impressed. The mare grabbed the thief telekinetically by the teeth, crushed him to the ground and crushed his skull with her horn.
I've made it a point to not cross Stiletto. Not that I ever intended to, but that pony is not to be trifled with. Her demeanor is a bit odd too, probably related to the fact that she would be willing to stoop to the level of fighting alongside us. I choose not to inquire further.
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Virtue's Diary - 11th Sandstone, 253
I don't know where they're finding all of these ponies to send to us! Yet another group arrived late tonight, long after we'd eaten our evening meal. I showed them the dining hall and managed to get Skillet to fix something for them while I took in their names and professions. Not what I was hoping for, I'm afraid:
A unicorn stallion soldier named Glaive
An earth pony stallion armorer named Billows
A pegasus stallion butcher named Cleaver
His wife, an earth pony mare potter named Glaze
A unicorn stallion weaver named Cross Stitch
A unicorn mare soldier named Sarissa
A pegasus mare pump operator named Corkscrew
The soldiers were a relief however, as Halberd now has a nice, round 10 man squad at his disposal. Even better, I heard from Pewter yesterday that the axes were all ready, so the new arrivals can get to training first thing in the morning. I'm sure they'll fit in.
Our defenses are slowing coming together as well. We've built perhaps a quarter of our curtain wall now and have a drawbridge ready thanks to the mechanisms Flux has been crafting for us. Better yet, we have a few traps at the end of the drawbridge. I tasked Fuscina with working with Flux on placing them. We'd best make sure that everypony knows where they are, it would be a tragedy for somepony to be wounded by our defenses.
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Speaking of the dining hall though, I fear we may have to expand it soon or rotate meal times. With nearly seventy ponies in Dawnpick now, it's getting a bit crowded in there. I'll speak to Mortar and Saw Dust about it in the morning and see what they have to say about it.
Fffffffffffuuuuuuuuuuuuu- more migrants. Darn it, I might hit the siege trigger cap before the liaison shows up. I was already waaay behind on bedrooms as it is. I'll have to remember to set the pop cap when I embark next time!
Post by: ansontan2000 on December 01, 2011, 10:54:33 am
Post by: Telgin on December 01, 2011, 11:06:24 am
I MANDATE PRODUCTION OF STONE CRAFTS TO SELL TO THE MERCHANTS!
Would be a wise thing to do, eh? For some reason I keep freaking forgetting until the merchants are there. I'd probably have time to make some in time regardless, but they never seem to have much worth buying anyway. ???
Post by: WolfeyS on December 01, 2011, 11:16:35 am
Post by: Telgin on December 01, 2011, 11:27:35 am
Post by: Khenal on December 01, 2011, 03:54:41 pm
Those things from the caverns were vicious little buggers. Small creatures, all teeth and claws, though not exceptionally dangerous. Diamond Shard handled a few that surprised her, then Longshot decided to actually go and hunt them for food. I'm not sure I want to eat them, but I'll try it at least. Who knows, maybe they're actually tasty.
Galena 23
Oh, I have missed making steel. There's just something so satisfying about all the work put into making the wonderful alloy. With Cinder's help, Pewter should have all the steel needed to make sure our military ponies are fully armed and armored in short order.
Also, a zebra caravan showed up today. I might go see what they have to offer later tonight. I don't have a lot of bits, but I might be able to afford something interesting at least.
Limestone 26
We need to get those traps set up soon, a diamond dog thief was spotted by the military today. They dealt with it quickly, but everypony is still a bit on edge. We all still remember what happened to Brook.
Sandstone 11
More migrants! Fuscina and I saw them as we were preparing the sites for the first set of traps, out around the drawbridge. Virtue welcomed them, but I think she's a bit worried about where to put them all. Dawnpick is growing quickly, and our carpenters are having problems keeping up with the number of immigrants.
Post by: Nyxalinth on December 02, 2011, 04:36:36 pm
Post by: Telgin on December 02, 2011, 04:56:17 pm
Harvest Moon has been pretty quiet lately, other than producing epic amounts of carrots, celery and strawberries. I set up a couple of new fields for him and a few of the new migrant farmers to work in. I wanted to keep this all above ground, but I don't have any rope reeds and need thread, so he's got an underground pig tail farm going too.
It's been several in game years with Virtue and Harvest Moon being lovers, but nothing else has come of it yet. I think it's time to see if I can't help that along a bit.
Post by: Dsarker on December 02, 2011, 05:00:04 pm
Diary.
Occasional fights. Even with fortress members.
Need catapult we. Clear enemy front of fortress from. Path only way this the.
Post by: SlimyMarmot on December 03, 2011, 07:54:15 am
Post by: Telgin on December 03, 2011, 08:08:25 pm
Just popping in to confirm that the art and writing are great. Do continue!
Thanks, glad you like it!
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Virtue's Diary - 22nd Sandstone, 253
Arbalest came to me today insisting that we set up a catapult for him to start training on. I told him that we haven't seen anything remotely justifying setting up a siege weapon of any sort, but he didn't back down. So I told him that if he could build it, then have at it. He left at that, I assume he'll go busy himself trying to piece together something. I just hope he doesn't use up too much wood trying.
24th Sandstone, 253
Well, he impressed me. Arbalest set up quite a sharp looking catapult just outside the main gate, overlooking the best approach to our fort. He spent all day cheerfully lobbing stones into the distance, which seems to keep him happy at least. As long as he doesn't hurt anypony, I suppose he can keep at it. Who knows, maybe we will need that catapult one day.
It seems that a fair bit of wood has gone missing though. More than I would have expected to be needed for the catapult, but with our wood conjuring spell it's not a big deal I suppose. Our food stocks are still quite more than we need, so we can just make some more.
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Panacea's Diary - 24th Sandstone, 253
While I was eating in the dining hall today, Saw Dust sat next to me and said he had a surprise for me down by the river. I wasn't sure what to expect, but when I got there I saw that he'd set up a cozy little shack overlooking the river. I'm not sure how he got permission from Virtue to use the wood, but I forgot all about that pretty quickly. We spent all afternoon talking about everything. It feels like it's been ages since I've really talked with him. Where have the years gone? I'm looking forward to spending more time with him when he gets a chance!
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I call it the "love shack" *wink*. I figured getting some ponies that have been in love for years close to each other every once in a while should help things along.
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Virtue's Diary - 17th Timber, 253
These honey badger pony thieves are starting to worry me excessively. Another batch of the little monsters attacked us today, but we managed to get off a bit easier this time.
The first two came from the east, blundering into the barracks at their cost. The militia dealt with them immediately, I'm pleased to say.
The third came from the north, trying to sneak in through our main gate. Arbalest spotted him from his position at the catapult, but the catapult wasn't much use against the thief at such a range. Willow came and alerted everypony, and the militia rushed out to deal with the invader. In the confusion, Hickory lost track of her foal Sienna, which the thief scooped up and fled with. My heart sank, as I was sure the thief woud escape with the filly, but Halberd's troops reached him just in time.
Glaive was injured in the fight, but Panacea tells me he'll be fine. I hope so, Hickory was in tears as they brought Sienna back, and I would hate for their heroism to have come at a greater cost.
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Yep, that stupid thief just about got away. 2 steps further and he'd have been scott free. I thought for sure that I'd lose my first child ever to a snatcher, but Halberd and company did me proud.
Note that this is Hickory, not Virtue. Dwarf Fortress doesn't give good variety in pony color apparently. And that's Sienna, not Schootaloo, heh.
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Panacea's Diary - 17th Timber, 253
I suppose we've been pretty lucky to have been out here for three years now with as few injuries as we have. Aside from Halberd's wound, I haven't had much to do, but the thieves seem to be determined to change that.
Glaive was wounded while saving a foal from one of the thieves, and I'm afraid it's actually pretty bad. The dagger severed a nerve in his leg, and he says he lost feeling in most of it. It was hard for me to tell him that it was likely permanent. He seemed pretty upset at first, but after talking about it a bit, he calmed down a bit. He'll walk again, but it's going to take some getting used to.
He should be proud of himself though. Being wounded while saving the life of a foal, he's a hero if I've ever met one.
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Virtue's Diary - 8th Moonstone, 253
After the attacks from the thieves last month, I've stepped up construction of our curtain wall. It's still only about half completed, but it's getting there. Mortar, Chisel and Saw Dust are busy cutting rock blocks for the wall.
The wall can't get completed soon enough. Some diamond dog thieves showed up yesterday and tried to make off with some of the gems in our stockpile. Fortunately, Halberd and the militia caught up to them in time to drive them off. I didn't watch the battle, but I understand that two of the thieves were slain. Nopony was seriously hurt, but Halberd got nicked in the tail by a dagger. I doubt he'll even see Panacea about it.
Virtue's Diary - 9th Moonstone, 253
Something pretty terrifying happened this morning. While stripping more marble from deep within the quarry, Diamond Shard saw a monstrosity lingering in the caverns below. The order to seal them off has gone forgotten at the bottom of my stack of papers, so I was worried it would wander up to the surface. Diamond Shard said that she only saw it a distance through a small opening into the cavern, and she doesn't think there's any way for it to get to us. I pray that she is right. Nevertheless, the moment the wall is completed, we will be walling off the caverns below.
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Just a vomit man, a few axe strikes and it would probably go down. I didn't realize forgotten beasts could show up at less than 80 ponies though... probably should get on sealing off the caverns ASAP.
Edit: Typos, argh
Edit2: Added illustration and fixed a name. It was Hickory's foal, not Willow's.
Post by: ansontan2000 on December 03, 2011, 08:30:51 pm
Post by: The Master on December 03, 2011, 08:54:41 pm
Post by: Telgin on December 03, 2011, 11:52:12 pm
Lol, i've gotten FBs at 20 dwarves. As far as I know, totally random.
Yeah, reading around it looks like that's how it works. I suppose DF is letting me know that I'm willing to play with fire by digging down that far, I'd best expect to get burned. Fortunately I'm pretty sure Dof can't get to me, but I've thought that before...
Quote from: The Master
Keep the great work up Telgin! I haven't stopped watching!
Thanks! Between Dawnpick and Glitterglen I've been spending more time with DF and ponies than my graduate research. Probably not a good thing, hehe. Anyway, another quick update:
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Virtue's Diary - 25th Moonstone, 253
Another new pony entered the world today. Ocean Breeze gave birth to her first foal this morning, a unicorn filly she named Peridot. With her, our little community has grown to a total of 69 ponies. I'd have never believed we could grow so much in just three years, much less thrive with so many. I feel bad that we still don't have proper housing for everypony, but I think overall we've done reasonably well out here. Perhaps the king didn't make a mistake when he chose me to lead our expedition after all.
12th Opal, 253
Longshot stopped by my office around lunchtime today. I was worried he was going to complain about the lack of a town hall still, but he merely passed me a production request. He asked to have some of our raw gems cut, which seemed fairly reasonable. They're taking up a lot of space in our stockpile, and getting them cut and useful wouldn't be a bad idea.
I spoke with Quartz and asked her to go ahead and set up a jewelry shop along the wall behind my office. She was pretty excited to get to work doing what she does best, and trotted off immediately to set to work.
In other news, Pewter stopped by my office this afternoon to let me know that the ten steel chanfrons that Halberd requested for the militia had been forged and issued out. It's reassuring to know that they will soon have some decent protection when they are called to battle again. I know it is just a matter of time.
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Naginata's Diary - 12th Opal, 253
Pewter finished our chanfrons today, which is a good start toward a decent set of barding. I went ahead and requested a set of ten steel peytrals for us, which would go a long way toward protecting the most vital parts of the body. She looked upset.
Turns out that she misplaced her peytral template and will have to make a new one or wait for the liaison to show up with one. It's frustrating, but I suppose nothing can be done about it. I just hope she's fast about it.
Yeah, DF screwed me and decided that my civilization couldn't make hard peytrals. Fortunately, Nidokoenig was kind enough to post a solution to that problem, but I'll have to work it into the save to get it fixed. For now, no peytrals for anypony. :(
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Virtue's Diary - 24th Opal, 253
Another pony has been taken by a strange mood today. This time it was Corkscrew, the pump operator who arrived with the last group of immigrants. She's taken one of our forges and is currently running about, snatching up a little of everything she can get her hooves on. At least she seems to be finding what she needs.
This reminds me that we've not seen anything else of the abomination below the surface. I'd like to think that it wandered off and will not trouble us, but that's just wishful thinking. We must be careful to not breach a path for it to reach us. I wonder now if there is some connection... perhaps these lands are cursed with dark magic.
5th Obsidian, 253
Corkscrew finished what she was working on today. She made a pretty impressive weapon rack that she calls "Machinehair the Lovely Gate." She couldn't explain the name or why she decided to make a weapon rack, and offered to haul it off to the barracks. I'm sure Halberd will find another weapon rack useful with nine other ponies under his training.
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Post by: Dsarker on December 04, 2011, 12:13:35 am
One. Not in range. Useless I. Catapult bigger need we.
New plans.
Post by: UnHerpers on December 04, 2011, 04:51:06 pm
Post by: Telgin on December 06, 2011, 11:42:30 pm
Anyway, will probably be updating again tomorrow. I have another illustration for something that happens next. :)
Post by: Khenal on December 06, 2011, 11:45:39 pm
Post by: Zecro_The_Scourge on December 07, 2011, 02:38:46 pm
!!URIST MCPONY HAS BERSERKED!!
Post by: Telgin on December 07, 2011, 02:56:21 pm
Once the first siege offs a few ponies, that alone might be enough to this into My Little Disaster. We'll see!
By the way, if you still want to claim a pony there's a few masons you can choose from (Chisel and Mortar I recall off the top of my head). Or you can rename / repurpose somepony else. I'll try to get an available pony list ready alongside my update tonight.
Post by: Telgin on December 08, 2011, 01:55:45 am
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Falcata's Diary - 14th Obisidian, 253
Our outpost liaison showed up today. I expected to meet with him like last year, but it turns out that since Longshot is our mayor now, that's his job. That's fine with me, I'd probably end up just tell him the same thing as last year: bring food. We're getting a lot more self sufficient though, so maybe Longshot requested something else.
Speaking of the pony, I've seen Willow following him around a lot lately. I wonder if there's anything going on between the two?
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I was a bit... shocked... when Longshot sent a production order to the forges for a golden trinket of some sort. I hope he knows we don't have any gold ore. I can't imagine why he'd want it anyway.
Yeah... time to set up a jail I suppose. Or if I don't have a captain of the guard, will the crime just go unpunished?
16th Obsidian, 253
I feel sick. Falcata was very badly wounded today, and Panacea doesn't know if she is going to live. I feel terrible... if we'd finished the wall by now, or had a decent set of barding for our militia, this would have never happened. I didn't want to see the battle, but I was walking out of my office right as it happened. Two more of those cursed badger pony thieves bypassed our incomplete wall and were wandering toward the dorms. Halberd spotted them immediately, and the entire militia ran off to engage them.
I was trying not to look at this point, but I couldn't help it. The first thief went down almost instantly, but the second was a lot more tenacious. He stabbed Sarissa in the hoof with his dagger before a precise strike from Halberd spilled his guts. Beyond belief, it found the strength to strike out again, catching Falcata in the side with its dagger and spilling blood everywhere. Naginata finished it off with a buck to the head, but the damage was done.
I don't think I've ever seen anything so horrible. Falcata stumbled a few steps, clutching at the wound in her side and making the most pitiful hollow gasps I've ever heard. I don't think I'll ever forget her expression... the panic at being unable to breathe... and choking on blood. She started coughing it up everywhere, and by this time I was running, screaming for Panacea.
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I found the pegasus inside the hospital where she was supposed to be, and as Splinter helped Falcata inside, Panacea all but shoved us out the door and ordered us not to come in until she said so. That was hours and hours ago. I now regret building my office next to the hospital, I can hear her still working on poor Falcata. If that pony survives... I... I don't know what I'll do.
At least the rainbow pony caravan that showed up later took out the third thief, lurking outside our drawbridge entrance. Their bolts flushed it into one of the traps Flux set up, and at least the trap did its job. I asked Halberd to get somepony to clean up the mess, I don't even want to think about it right now.
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That was pretty lucky actually. Only 3 traps in the whole map and he blundered into one, got his guts spilled then sliced off. Good riddance.
17th Obsidian, 253
Panacea came to me this morning, covered in blood and clearly fighting to stay awake. She told me that she thinks Falcata will live. It's still too early to tell, but her odds look fair.
I feel tremendously relieved, but I also still feel guilty. If I was managing this place better, she would have been protected from that. I've sent out orders immediately for more barding for our militia. It can't come soon enough.
I heard that Naginata gave birth this morning too, to a pegasus colt named Verdant Flash. Panacea was exhausted from the effort, I'm sure. She said the stress from the fight brought on early labor, which makes sense. I think I need to speak with Naginata about resigning from the militia. She has a family now, and I don't want her to leave them in a tragic manner. And if she's willing to charge into combat, heavily pregnant as she was, it's only bound to turn bad sooner than later.
Finally got the hard peytrals fixed so that this hopefully won't happen again. I thought she was a goner, but Panacea is one of the best doctors I've seen. Jumped right to it and sewed her lung right up, hehe.
Post by: Khenal on December 08, 2011, 02:18:32 am
Those damned badgerpegasi! Everypony's been busting their flanks to try to get this wall up, but we're still too slow. A few got in through an incomplete section. The militia rushed out to handle the bastards, but one hurt Falcata severely; got her in the chest with a dagger apparently. The Rainbow Caravan showed up not long after and flushed a third thief into one of hte traps that had been set. At least I know my trap design works, even if it's a bit messy.
I don't know how Falcata's doing. She looked real bad before being taken to the hospital. I hope Panacea can help her.
Obsidian 17
Panacea said that Falcata should survive and even make a full recovery! The military really needs to get full sets of barding, so I really need to hurry up on smelting steel! I'd like to see some steel blades in the traps, but they definitely are behind finishing protecting the military in terms of priority. We need to finish the wall first before the traps can really be effective, anyhow.
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I can't help but giggle a bit whenever guts get severed and sail off in an arc. It's like having their guts spilled isn't bad enough, banish the guts to the moon!
Post by: Telgin on December 11, 2011, 11:20:18 pm
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17th Granite, 254
Some good news today. Falcata was released from the hospital this morning. Panacea said that she had healed remarkably well, and she seemed to be in good spirits. She hurried off to the barracks as soon as she was released to speak to everypony. I was pleased to see that the first few peytrals I'd ordered were completed, and they happily bestowed the first to her. I hope she won't need it, of course, but we can't take any chances.
1st Slate, 254
I'm growing a bit worried about Sarissa. She was injured in the same fight as Falcata, and Panacea still hasn't seen fit to release her from the hospital. Her hoof was injured in the fight, and the cut has become infected. I feel pretty bad about it, since Panacea has urged me more than once to get some soap made. It's little consolation to the two, but I immediately had an ashery and soaper's workshop set up. Detergent made a few blocks of soap, that were rushed off to the hospital.
It may be too late to help Sarissa's infection, but maybe we won't see any more. I'm sure she'll be alright. If Falcata could survive what happened to her, this should be nothing.
In other news, I've heard a few other ponies talking about how drab this place is, and I think they're right. We have a lot of stone left over in the quarry that's not really doing much, so I had Kiln make a few statues out of some of the gabbro. I think they turned out nice. I didn't ask her to make anything in particular, but I was quite surprised to see she made one of me! It looks wonderful too, although I think she made me a bit too stocky, but I'm not going to say anything about that. I do wonder why she has me holding up a bin though.
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20th Slate, 254
While I was talking with Harvest Moon over a little strawberry wine, I happened to be watching Halberd lead his squad through some drills. A few of them are soldiers proper, but the rest are pretty green from what he tells me. You wouldn't have known that by watching them. Seeing them spar and dance around in the gleaming steel armor they now wear, you'd think they were professional soldiers.
He has them doing drills pretty regularly now, and I feel that much safer knowing that they're watching our backs. The wall is coming along quite nicely now too. There is still a bit of a gap in the southeast, but that's right by the barracks, so if anything sneaks in, it probably won't make it far.
I've been wondering about getting a squad of marksponies together though. I'm sure that would go a long way toward bolstering our defenses. Even better, Longshot is a pretty amazing shot, so he could probably show a few volunteers the ropes. I'll have to speak with him about it the next time I see him. And break the news to him that we haven't found any gold, so he's going to have to go without his trinket.
I'm a doofus. I've had the military training schedule set up for years, but had them on the wrong alert. So they've been doing nothing but individual combat drills this whole time. A few are up to skilled in axe user, but I still feel pretty stupid. Better late than never, eh?
28th Felsite
I'm growing very worried about Sarissa. I was talking with Panacea this morning, and she informed me that the pony's hoof isn't getting any better. Even after cleaning the wound several times with soapy water, the infection hasn't really improved. Thankfully Sarissa doesn't seem to be getting worse overall, but being cooped up in the hospital all day has her depressed. I don't think she has any friends here in Dawnpick, although I've seen Halberd checking up on her occasionally. Maybe I'll stop by tomorrow and see how she's doing.
Speaking of Halberd's squad, we now have a crypt completed for them. I haven't told any of them about it, because it's pretty morbid to think about having a tomb while you're still alive, but I want to make sure that if something terrible does happen to one of them, that their sacrifice doesn't go unremembered. Their coffins are all arranged together in the same room, and I'm having a few more statues made to commemorate them.
I got confirmation from Billows today that we also finished making a set of cruppers for everypony. That's one more piece of metal between our gallant soldiers and danger, and I know it makes them feel better.
I don't know what's up with Sarissa's hoof. I've seen infections in DF, but she just doesn't seem to be healing. I'm going to be pretty ticked if she dies from having her hoof stabbed by one of those stupid thieves.
Post by: JaxtalMK2 on December 12, 2011, 02:27:05 pm
P.S. this is my first forum post... cool!
Post by: Telgin on December 12, 2011, 04:17:29 pm
Post by: JaxtalMK2 on December 12, 2011, 05:09:14 pm
Post by: Telgin on December 12, 2011, 05:44:04 pm
I already have a squad of 10 axe ponies, but I can start a new squad with Glyph. Any secondary weapon preference? I was planning a spear pony squad, but I'm open to suggestions. I also need to start on some marksponies, but that's not even close to what you wanted.
Post by: JaxtalMK2 on December 12, 2011, 05:55:02 pm
Oh and can you make an avatar for me too please?
Post by: Telgin on December 12, 2011, 06:09:25 pm
And sure, I'll get an avatar whipped up for you soon. Possibly tonight.
As for the diamond dogs, this should help: Diamond Dogs (http://mlp.wikia.com/wiki/Diamond_Dogs)
Post by: JaxtalMK2 on December 12, 2011, 06:13:23 pm
Post by: Telgin on December 12, 2011, 11:50:17 pm
Spoiler (click to show/hide)
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Virtue's Diary - 2nd Hematite, 254
Mostly military matters today.
While eating some turtle soup lunch in the dining hall, Glyph came to me. He told me that he's been bored out of his mind working on the walls all day, and asked if there was anything more exciting he could do. He suggested joining the militia. I wasn't so sure at first, since we've got a nice round number of ponies for our axe squad already, but I know we're going to need more sooner than later so I gave in. I didn't say anything about it, but I'm considering the real possibility we may need a replacement for Sarissa.
For now though, I sent the paper work off to Halberd. I'm thinking about breaking the militia up into two smaller squads. One under him, and one under Naginata, since she's the second in command. I'll leave the details up to Halberd though.
Otherwise, another bunch of those... Crundles, I think they've come to be called... were spotted in the mines today. We clearly missed a spot in the walls down there somewhere that let the little things through. I was pleased to hear from Halberd that they were all handled with little difficulty. As before, the miners kept them busy until the militia arrived.
Glaive got a nice chunk bitten out of his ear and a few other scratches besides. Halberd told me he's fine otherwise, thank goodness. It's good to hear he's getting around fine, despite his leg.
5th Hematite, 254
While I was checking up on the progress of our steel production, I found out that yet another pony has been claimed by a strange mood. This time it was Castiron, who was shouting for somepony to bring him some leather to one of the forges. Unfortunately, we didn't have any leather available, so I asked Alum to set one up. She's been working at doing that all day, so hopefully she'll get some leather tanned in short order. I'm not sure I want to find out what happens if he doesn't get what he needs.
I also heard from Billows while I was out there that Carmine won the last mayor election. Longshot didn't seem too put off by it, I think maybe being mayor wasn't his idea in the first place. That reminds me that I should probably find something productive for him and Indigo to do rather than just help haul stuff around. I also took another look at setting up a town hall, but it's still going to have to wait for the wall to be finished, which probably won't happen for some months yet.
19th Hematite, 254
As it turns out, my fears were unfounded and we got some leather to Castiron the next day. He spent the last few days working hard at his project, which he revealed this afternoon. He put together a pig iron grate that he named "The Bird of Conjuctions." Just like the others, he couldn't really explain where the idea or the name came from, and hauled it off to our main stockpile. I wish he hadn't used up any of our pig iron, but our defense plans will eventually include a moat, so perhaps we'll get some use out of it then. We've got plenty of magnetite still underground, so we can replace the pig iron.
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Hickory gave birth to her second foal today, a unicorn filly she named Amber. The name was quite appropriate, I thought, and she is perhaps the most active little newborn I've ever seen. I just hope she never has to go through what Sienna did. I hope nopony does.
Edit: Grammar
Post by: JaxtalMK2 on December 12, 2011, 11:58:07 pm
And I would chose a fat pony wouldn't I.
Where should I go to see the episodes it seems like that wold be good when there's nothing on, and it's on every channel
ah so that's how you do color
Post by: Telgin on December 13, 2011, 12:39:29 am
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He's currently an axe pony under Naginata. I split my other squad into a squad of 6 under Halberd and a squad of 5 under Naginata. Now to get him a weapon and some armor made.
Post by: Khenal on December 13, 2011, 03:14:44 am
Flux' Journal, Hematite 5
Things had been quiet for a while 'till a few days ago. More of those crundle things showed up in the mines and the military took care of them. Then, earlier today, somepony else decided they had to build something unique. These moods are kinda weird, but they at least produce interesting things. Castiron was the one this time, and he had to take a bar of pig iron among other things. Makes sense, I guess. I mean, pig iron basically is cast iron, afterall. I just wish he could have waited for a bar of steel or settled for ordinary iron. Whatever he makes might be too brittle to actually be useful. He's yelling about needing some leather now, so I figure we'll have a new leatherworker's shop up soon. Somepony around here must know how to tan a hide.
I've been doodling more advanced trap designs and setups in my spare time lately. I call my latest "The Walk O' Doom" and I feel it's a fairly accurate name. I'm trying to work a way to make it work better on those damnedable badgerpegasi before I show the designs to Virtue, though. Not to mention that the wall needs to be finished before anything as fancy as the Walk will work.
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Yes, Flux has more advanced traps in mind. I tend to make mildly to moderately fancy systems of traps to defend my forts, so I figure Flux would love to try similar things.
As far as finding someplace to watch the episodes, hit up youtube. For whatever reason, Hasbro doesn't seem to care about people uploading full-length high-def episodes of pony. There are occasional instances of people getting nailed for it, but it looks to only be from trolls and not Hasbro themselves.
Post by: JaxtalMK2 on December 13, 2011, 09:27:40 am
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Glyphs' glyphs, part 1
Okay, I know that's a bad joke but my sense of humor is a bit drained from working on these walls all the time
I'd ask for a different job, but, back home you were given a job and you liked it, or left. Maybe it'll be different here.
Glyphs' Journal, part 2
I finally worked up the nerve to ask Virtue for a different job, I had been wanting to join the militia for a while.
So there I was in the dining hall all of my arguments lined up ready for a full blown debate, but she was fine with it.
No arguments no debate just a "let me see what I can do". Man now I wish I'd asked sooner.
Glyphs' Journal, part 3
I'm in the militia! Virtue shuffled some ponys around and split the squad into two.
I'm to work for miss Naginata, oops I mean captain Naginata.
I probably won't have a chance to write again for a while, I'll need to train pretty hard to be able to keep up with the rest.
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By the way Telgin do you mind if i use that for my fourum avatar? I'd like to have a picture there.
Post by: Telgin on December 13, 2011, 12:55:54 pm
Quote from: Khenal
Yes, Flux has more advanced traps in mind. I tend to make mildly to moderately fancy systems of traps to defend my forts, so I figure Flux would love to try similar things.
I was actually hoping to do something like this in this fort, partly because I've never really tried anything sophisticated and partly because it pains me to send out armed and armored ponies only to get them cheapshotted somehow. A nice trap maze or something to soften them up sounds nice. I plan on digging a moat, so a path leading to the draw bridge in a dodge-me-into-water trap path or something sounds fun.
Virtue would be quite interested in hearing about the plans. The wall should be complete in another update or two, so she'll be able to get on it then.
Post by: JaxtalMK2 on December 13, 2011, 01:06:41 pm
By the way I just watched the first couple a episodes of MLP... yep. Well I know I won't be bored for a couple of days.
Post by: JaxtalMK2 on December 14, 2011, 01:37:21 pm
Post by: Telgin on December 14, 2011, 02:22:28 pm
Post by: JaxtalMK2 on December 14, 2011, 02:38:41 pm
Now if only interesting stuff would stop showin' up on T.V :P.
Sad thing is I still have plenty of space on my IPhone after that.
Post by: Khenal on December 14, 2011, 03:01:16 pm
Post by: JaxtalMK2 on December 14, 2011, 03:56:03 pm
Oh and Telgin, does Glyph have any friends? Well ones that I might recognize.
Post by: Telgin on December 15, 2011, 12:30:30 am
Glyph has quite a few friends actually:
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The other masons are there, along with a lot of other ponies. He might even be mayor some day with a friends list like that.
Post by: JaxtalMK2 on December 15, 2011, 09:01:01 am
Dang, that's a friends list. I hope he doesn't end up the mayor, Tyrant Glyph doesn't have a very good ring to it.
Actually I just looked at his likes again, what the heck is puddingstone? Not to mention
Yellow painted conjured peridot lime wood. I can only imagine the conversation where he tells someone that tongue twister of a like.
Post by: Telgin on December 15, 2011, 09:58:43 pm
I actually have no idea what puddingstone is, but if I had guess it's probably a block made from dough or something from the mod. As for the conjured peridot lime wood, in case you didn't know, the mod adds in a new workshop that can transform plants into logs. Very useful, if a bit... cheap. The lime wood would refer to a lime ent: a new type of animal that was added to the game that can be sheared for fruit. A hackish way to have orchards. Put the two together and you get conjured lime wood, which is pretty specific. Then adding dye on top for yellow...
Maybe he shouldn't be mayor, hehe.
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Virtue's Diary - 5th Malachite, 254
I'm not sure how they keep getting in, but the miners ran into yet another pack of crundles in the mines today. No matter how thoroughly Halberd and his ponies search the mines and think they've cleared them out, more turn up. The caverns are pretty massive, we've only explored a small fraction of them for fear of running into more monsters like that... vomit... thing.
I was pretty frightened to hear that Naginata's son Rondel was caught up in one the fights with the crundles. From what the miners tell me though, he put up an amazing fight for a young colt. His mother would be proud, even if she spent the better part of five minutes scolding him for being down there in the first place. Panacea bandaged up his cuts quick enough, and he went off playing with his friends, who were quite impressed to hear of what he did. I hope they don't get any ideas and try to head down to the caverns.
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14th Malachite, 254
Despite my fears, I haven't heard any news of any of the foals getting into trouble with things in the mines. Instead, I heard from Panacea this afternoon that Glaze gave birth to a unicorn filly named Purple Prose. The foal certainly was purple, but I'm not sure if she was joking about the name or not. I've never known Panacea to joke about something like that, so I'm putting it down as her official name in the roster.
In other news, I sort of hate to think about the fact that we still have close to thirty ponies without proper bedrooms. They've been sharing bedrooms up until now, so I designated some new bedroom construction against the east wall of the settlement. With a wall to work with, things should go a bit faster I hope. Once that's done we'll be moving on to finally getting a town hall set up. Carmine will be happy to know about that.
Speaking of Carmine, I asked him and Indigo to assist as masons for a while. With Glyph now in the militia, we were short one mason, but adding two in his place should make up for their inexperience. They both actually seemed pretty excited about the idea, since we don't have any use for their talents right now. Who knows, maybe they'll take a liking to working with stone?
26th Malachite, 254
Today is a day to celebrate, for sure! Carmine told me this afternoon that the last block had been placed in the wall, and we were now completely protected from sneaking thieves. With the drawbridge Flux helped design, we should be able to keep the badger ponies out with no difficulty. Of course, everypony that heads outside for any reason will have to remain vigilant, but it makes me sleep safer at night. To think, it took four years to get us to this point.
I was also happy to hear that we've got a few bee hives set up south of the dining hall. Sweet Nectar was happily setting them up and tending to her new... pets. I'm eager to get a little honey to eat with my bread or tea, or some mead with dinner, but I know I won't be straying anywhere near the hives if I can help it!
Naginata tells me that Glyph has been working pretty hard at his new position in the militia. I saw him headed to a practice session on my way back to my room this afternoon, and was pleased to note that the armor and weapon orders I put in for him have already been completed. He looked pretty happy, trotting around in the plates of steel, and I'm glad he's found something that he enjoys.
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Naginata's Diary - 25th Malachite, 254
Things have been shaping up around here lately, that's for sure. With the new wall complete, we can finally start doing our job properly by monitoring the only choke point into the settlement: the drawbridge. I'm pretty confident we can keep it secure in the event of another attack by the badger ponies.
I hope we don't see any signs of those thieves again for a long time. Virtue asked me to take over my own squad, picking up half of our old squad plus a new recruit: Glyph. He's got a long way to go learning to fight, but he makes up for it with enthusiasm. And I have a lot to learn about leading and teaching. I just hope I can keep him out of trouble in a fight if it comes to that. I'd hate for him to get hurt because I haven't taught him properly.
I've also made quite certain that Rondel doesn't head anywhere near the mines again. He's got a lot of energy, but he's biting off far more than he can chew. He doesn't know how lucky he was to only get scratched up in that fight, and it would crush me if he got hurt badly. I think he understands though, he's a good colt and smart enough to know what could have happened.
I am a bit proud of him though, I must admit. He's got a bit of his mother in him, I suppose.
Post by: JaxtalMK2 on December 15, 2011, 11:10:46 pm
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Glyphs journal 4
Well journal, I've been working hard at my new job. I never knew how tough training was.
Hauling stone, building walls, I thought I was pretty tough, well first time I put on that armor I practically fell on my face.
That stuff is HEAVY! Still it's better then working stone all day.
Glyphs journal 5
Apparently captain Naginata's colt snuck into the caves while nopony was looking.
I don't think that I've ever seen the captain so freaked out. Luckily he wasn't hurt but After the tongue lashing he got
I bet he wished he was. With any luck he will have learned his lesson but maybe I should watch him for a bit.
Glyphs journal 6
The captain told me I was making some progress. I'm definitely getting the hang of movin' around in armor, but
I still don't think I'm good enough. I've got to keep working, I have to be good enough to make Naginata proud.
To show that Miss Virtue's trust was not misplaced, I can't let either of them down!
Yah a little bit of hero worship for Naginata and Virtue.
Hopefully he'll prove himself without getting hurt. Too bad Naginata's married already.
Darn Glitterglen hogging all the epic, although it can keep the insanity :P.
BTW if you have any advice about my writing I'd love to hear it.
I love writing but I always feel I've left something out
Post by: Khenal on December 16, 2011, 03:48:35 am
Flux' Journal, Malachite 26
The wall is finally finished! Even better, it looks like the military is almost fully equipped as well! I'll be showing Virtue my new entryway design. It'll be a bit complicated, but I think it'll be a huge step up in security. Bridges and blade traps, I'm so excited!
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The trap I love for all my forts is what I call the serpentine gate. Channel out a single tile wide winding path leading to the walls. Place blade traps in a line across the entire entrance and fill the channeled tiles with retracting bridges. When open, it gives a nice, wide entryway for trading and traffic. Retract the bridges, and it becomes an instant choke point and lethal dodge-me trap. I'll dig up a few screenshots later if you want.
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I had a pair of pics already uploaded, so here's the design.
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Post by: Omicega on December 19, 2011, 11:49:00 am
Post by: The Master on December 19, 2011, 04:48:57 pm
Post by: JaxtalMK2 on December 19, 2011, 05:00:21 pm
Post by: The Master on December 19, 2011, 05:02:47 pm
Post by: Telgin on December 19, 2011, 10:45:02 pm
Post by: Heavy Weapons Pony on December 21, 2011, 09:44:20 am
Post by: Telgin on December 21, 2011, 01:06:51 pm
I intend to post an update today sometime, barring catastrophe. Omicega, I'll get a picture for Falcata doodled up for you, she's yours now.
Post by: The Master on December 21, 2011, 05:34:02 pm
Post by: Omicega on December 21, 2011, 06:03:49 pm
Post by: Telgin on December 21, 2011, 06:22:49 pm
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Virtue's Diary - 7th Galena, 254
Now that the curtain wall is finished, our masons are free to work on less important projects. The town hall has been sort of sitting in the back of my mind for a while, so that's what I set them to next. It's going to take a few months to get it completed, but I think Carmine will be pleased. It's not far from the barracks though, so I hope the noise of the militia sparring doesn't bother him too much.
I've also started thinking up some plans for an enclosed fishing pier. Now that the wall is finished, Ocean Breeze has been having to run all the way around the settlement to get to the fishing pond or river. More importantly, if she had to run from anything dangerous, she might not make it in time. The badger pony thieves have been quiet for some time, but I know they can't be far away. They'll be back, and when they return, I don't want her caught outside with no help.
For the moment, I've asked her to take some time to relax and be with her family. We have plenty of fish in our stocks right now, and perhaps enough food for a full year if we couldn't grow any more.
14th Galena, 254
The caverns are beginning to worry me again. Today some new... ape monster with long arms showed up and started attacking our miners. The militia hurried down to deal with it, where Fuscina put it down with commendable skill. As we continue to mine out marble deep below, we need to keep on top of keeping the caverns sealed. We've already run into a few unpleasant things below, I fear what else lives there.
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16th Galena, 254
Today was a bit hectic. A zebra caravan arrived early this morning, and brought with them a small gaggle of more badger ponies. I knew they would be back, and I'm very glad now that I asked Ocean Breeze to lay off the fishing for now. The thieves managed to sneak up to our gatehouse somehow, where they were spotted by Arbalest at his catapult before they could get too close. The militia met them on the drawbridge, where they cut the badger ponies down. I'm pleased to say that nopony was seriously hurt, although Halberd got a pretty bad bruise on his flank.
The merchants have spent the better part of the day settling themselves and unloading. I'll take a look at their wares tomorrow if I have time, there are a few things that we're in need of.
20th Galena, 254
I couldn't believe it when I heard from the militia that there were even more badger pony thieves today! Counting the three a few days ago, this brings us up to six in a week, which is a new and unsettling record.
Worse, they got the jump on us this time, and a few of the militia were hurt. Halberd was furious, I could tell, and I later heard from the merchants that he sent one of the thieve's heads sailing off into the trade depot. I'm glad I wasn't there to see it...
Partisan had a bad cut on his wing, but he should be fine. Falcata broke her hoof in the melee somehow, but nopony really saw what happened. I'm most worried about Fuscina, who has a very bad cut on her leg, which Panacea thinks is broken too. She was bleedy badly, and was beginning to get faint. I feel terrible for them... but we're working on getting steel boots made for them all as soon as possible.
After that unpleasant news, I added some thread and cloth to the list of things to get from the merchants, which I was happy to see they brought plenty of. I took a few bins of cloth, a few bolts of thread, some pegasan wine and a bit of cheese to add to our supplies. Longshot was kind enough to tell me that the zebras are pretty fond of stone trinkets, so prior to their arrival I had our stoneworkers make a few bins of the things. Sure enough, the zebras took them happily in exchange for the supplies.
I dropped the cloth and thread off at the hospital, but Panacea was busy tending to Fuscina, so I left her to her work. I'll check back in the morning... I dearly hope they're all alright.
Glyph didn't actually get to land a single hit in all of the battles. He tried though, but Halberd and Naginata just sort of tore the enemies up while the rest fidgeted around. And Falcata should pull through fine. She survived having her lung perforated, so I think a broken hoof should be nothing in comparison.
Post by: zomara0292 on December 21, 2011, 07:38:05 pm
Post by: Telgin on December 21, 2011, 08:00:03 pm
By the way, do you have any preference on his appearance? As I've mentioned before, DF is bad about not giving a good spread of appearances for the ponies, so Partisan is black with red striped hair just like every other male pegasus in my fort. I've been adjusting colors to keep it interesting, so if you'd like to do the same be my guest.
Post by: Omicega on December 21, 2011, 09:08:26 pm
Post by: zomara0292 on December 21, 2011, 09:36:35 pm
Ok, Partisan is yours! I'll get an avatar for him put up tomorrow probably.
By the way, do you have any preference on his appearance? As I've mentioned before, DF is bad about not giving a good spread of appearances for the ponies, so Partisan is black with red striped hair just like every other male pegasus in my fort. I've been adjusting colors to keep it interesting, so if you'd like to do the same be my guest.
I like the black body. Black is nice to get blood on. And red eyes to bring out the color of the blood. . . . . . and silver mane to stain with blood. Did I mention the blood? It must be present, yes. Blood.
Post by: JaxtalMK2 on December 22, 2011, 10:10:38 am
Glyphs journal 7
I'm starting to wonder if I'll ever be good enough to fight alongside Captain Naginata. There was another group of
badger pony thieves discovered today... I couldn't even hit one. All the training and I can't even score a blow on some
pathetic thieves! Even worse some of the other ponies got hurt in the fight. I can't let this chance I've been given
go to waste, but I'll have to be much stronger before I can even start to think of myself as able to prove myself to
Naginata, Not to mention Virtue. She's been seeming stressed lately... I would ask if there was anything i could do but...
I have to train more. Once I'm stronger, then Maybe I can help the others. Nopony else will get hurt on my watch, Not if I can help it.
Yep Glyph is starting to get nervous about his lack of skill. Or at least the appearance of it.
Still hopin' that he gets to prove himself to Naginata and Virtue soon.
Post by: Khenal on December 22, 2011, 11:09:05 am
Flux' Journal, Galena 20
I showed Virtue the design almost two weeks ago, and I think she liked it. She also agreed that it looks pretty complicated and would take a bit of time to finish. With all the trouble the last few days, though, maybe it'll get moved up in priority? A few of the fighting ponies took some pretty serious looking wounds. I don't think it's anything Panacea can't handle, but still. And that thing from the caverns! I don't think it hurt anypony, but it just looked so weird!
Maybe I should try to work on something to help secure the caverns also? I feel particularly uncomfortable with the thought of somepony getting hurt because of them. After all, we only dug that deep looking for my namesake. I'd hate it if somepony got hurt.
Post by: Telgin on December 23, 2011, 03:36:28 am
Post by: Telgin on December 23, 2011, 03:11:50 pm
Here you go zomara0292, here's Partisan's avatar and in game description. I took a little liberty with the expression, but based on your post I think that's the sort of personality you were going for, hehe.
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Virtue's Diary - 1st Sandstone, 254
We really need more doctors. Poor Panacea has been running ragged trying to care for our four currently wounded ponies. The news is good and bad. She tells me that Fuscina has some nerve damage like Glaive suffered, but since he's been getting along reasonably well despite it I think she'll pull through fine. Falcata's hoof has become infected, despite the fact that we have plenty of soap, but Panacea doesn't think it's too serious. At least she tells me that Partisan should be fine, she already took at look at his wing and the cut wasn't as bad as she thought at first.
The better news is that we've started in earnest on smithing some steel boots for everypony in the militia, so this will hopefully be the last we see of injured hooves and legs. Oh, and while the smiths are busy toiling away at protecting our militia, the town hall is coming along nicely. We just need to get a roof over it now, but from experience I know that will take longer than it looks.
3rd Sandstone, 254
I was standing out at the drawbridge, trying to figure out how we were going to fix some architectural problems when Diamond Shard came trotting up to me, telling me she heard something massive flying around in the caverns below. She couldn't see it, blocked off from us as it was, but she and the other miners were quite nervous.
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I completely understand their worries, and I asked Halberd and Naginata to go check it out, just to be sure. They came back half an hour later confused, having neither seen nor heard anything. I believe Diamond Shard and Chic, but I think perhaps we lucked out and whatever it was took no notice and went about its business. Maybe it can't reach us anyway.
So I went back to reviewing the drawbridge. Flux came to me a few weeks ago with some plans for a more elaborate trap network to defend our entrance, and I must say I'm impressed. If I didn't know better, I'd have pegged him for a bit of a tactician! The final design will allow us to let in merchants and anypony else we want in, and when the situation warrants it, we'll be able to force intruders down a hallway of traps. Coupled with the moat that we've set back to work on, I feel safer already!
7th Sandstone, 254
Mortar stopped by my office this afternoon to tell me that we're running dangerously low on stone and blocks for the town hall. With them mining up marble for making steel, I'd nearly forgotten that was even possible, so I put in the order for some more shale and gabbro to be quarried. We'll get the town hall fixed up soon enough, I hope.
We finished tearing down the old drawbridge today, and I asked Totem, our residen bone carver with no bones to carve, to lend Flux a hoof in setting up some of the initial traps for the defense network. He didn't seem to mind, as I'm sure he's been quite bored sitting around with nothing to do all day.
Speaking of Flux, when I made my rounds to speak with him, I found out that we're running very low on charcoal again. I'll put in a word with Ashwood to see about getting some more trees cut.
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It's still very much a work in progress, heh. The first row of traps are down past a drawbridge over the future moat. I might extend the moat into the dodge me fall areas, but at the risk of friendlies drowning I might just opt for more traps. We'll see.
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Ashwood's Journal - 7th Sandstone, 254
Things have been pretty quiet around here for me lately. When we first settled here four years ago, I couldn't get a break, but lately I haven't had a whole lot to do. I've been spending time talking with everypony and lending a hoof at the carpenter's shop when they needed me, but I've been a bit bored.
Thankfully, Virtue took me aside today and told me that we needed some more trees cut, and the saplings outside the walls were beginning to get big enough to be worth chopping down again. I never thought I'd say I was happy to have to work, but it did feel good chipping in again. Apparently the unicorns can't turn the plants into wood fast enough!
I'll admit I was a bit nervous first stepping outside though. The badger pony thieves have been a real nuisance lately, and I didn't want to be joining Brook by one of them catching me by surprise. Fortunately, that didn't turn out to be a problem. At least, not yet.
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Virtue's Diary - 9th Sandstone, 254
Today it was Barley's turn to be taken by one of these strange moods. He was down in the stills, working hard like he always does when he just walked up to the surface and took over our leather works. He grabbed the sole piece of leather we had, and set off to scrounge up whetever else he thought necessary. I'm not sure I like the expression he had... it was almost like his eyes weren't even his. He just kept mumbling the same things over and over again, different from what we've seen so far. I'll have to keep an eye on him.
In happier news, Partisan left the hospital today. Panacea had his wing bandaged up, and he looked well. I'm sure Halberd will have him back training in no time.
18th Sandstone, 254
I had a good scare today. Somehow Pewter found herself stuck in the bottom of one of the dried up ponds inside the settlement, and it was only by chance that Flux happened to be near enough to her to hear her cries for help. We immediately sent Diamond Shard to channel a ramp for her to get out. She was pretty weak from dehydration, but after a quick examination from Panacea, she went off to get some food and drink and to rest for a while. She should be fine. I'm thinking we might better floor over those ponds...
5th Timber, 254
Barley finally got a hold of everything he needed today and started working furiously on something. I'm pretty interested to see what it is, but I'm mostly just happy he got everything he needed. That possessed look he had was beginning to worry everypony in Dawnpick, not least of all me.
I'm extremely happy to note however, that Sarissa finally left the hospital today! Her hoof still isn't completely recovered, but she's getting around well enough to at least go back home. I think Halberd will keep her on light duty for a while at least, but I know she has to be happy to be out of the hospital finally.
I am, once again, a doofus. Apparently I never turned on Panacea's bone setting labor, and as such she never properly tended to Sarissa. That's why she never gave her a crutch. Gah.
Post by: Khenal on December 23, 2011, 03:55:38 pm
Flux' Journal Sandstone 18
It had been a while since I had seen Pewter, but I hadn't really given it much thought. I've been pretty busy lately, what with the new gate and smelting more and more steel. Today, though, I ran into her. She had fallen into one of the dried ponds, and didn't look good. I ran to get somepony to help her, and Panacea said she just needs some food and water. Later, I thought I saw Virtue looking at the ponds and frowning. She probably has a plan to make them safer, she's a smart pony.
Post by: Omicega on December 23, 2011, 08:17:09 pm
Post by: KingStrongbeard on December 24, 2011, 11:43:15 am
Is there an up to date pony list for this fort, because if so I might like to claim a pony.
Post by: Telgin on December 24, 2011, 01:24:26 pm
As always, the names and professions are just what I slapped on them, and are subject to adjustment if desired.
Post by: KingStrongbeard on December 24, 2011, 01:40:40 pm
Post by: Telgin on December 24, 2011, 02:08:39 pm
My browser doesn't recognize the word glaive either, which is pretty odd, since I'm positive it's spelled right.
Anyway, Glaive's already got a few scars from battle, hope you don't mind a slightly used pony. :) He should have a full suit of steel armor sooner than later though, so it shouldn't be getting much worse at any rate.
Post by: KingStrongbeard on December 24, 2011, 02:15:30 pm
Post by: JaxtalMK2 on December 25, 2011, 02:34:19 pm
Post by: Telgin on December 25, 2011, 02:46:30 pm
I'll probably post another update in a couple of days along with Glaive's stuff for KingStrongbeard.
Post by: Omicega on December 25, 2011, 06:12:00 pm
Post by: KingStrongbeard on December 25, 2011, 11:52:47 pm
Edit: Avatar is ready!
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Spoiler: Glaive's Journal (click to show/hide)
Post by: Telgin on December 26, 2011, 01:16:15 am
Post by: KingStrongbeard on December 26, 2011, 01:20:43 am
Do you have a preference on the type of beard? I can just sort of try a few things out I suppose.
No real preference. Feel free to try whatever you like, although I think a short, goatee like beard would look least silly on a pony, but a big dwarvenly beard is cool to, and I am a fan of big dwarven beards. Surprise me.
Post by: Heavy Weapons Pony on December 26, 2011, 05:52:03 am
((Telgin darn you. You ruined my plans for Ashwood finding his Journal after he'd almost forgot about it! Still doing it though.))
[Will edit in picture when I know how]
(Writen in a scrible near the top) Trees! Trees! God I love Trees!... Not enough trees
Ashwood's Journal 21st Sandstone.
Been busy lately cutting down all the new saplings havn't had much time to write.
Also: Yay! For me finding this journal its been something like FOUR YEARS since I saw it.
Wings are so annoying sometimes, like last week I was outside (still somehow) cutting down trees when a fog decended on our fort I found out fog is some kind of cloud and was trapped for hours until the fog lifted. From now on if I see fog I don't even care if cutting down that tree will save the fort I'm going inside
Post by: Telgin on December 26, 2011, 06:29:14 am
Post by: Telgin on December 29, 2011, 03:57:08 am
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Virtue's Diary - 9th Timber, 254
Any fears I had about Barley not getting everything he needed were unfounded, and he finished what he was working on today. He made a leather shield, which I suppose is more useful than a lot of other things he could have made. I'll let Halberd and Naginata decide if they want to use it somehow, or if he should just keep it. He calls it "The Touch of Leaves", which is an interesting if not wholly appropriate name.
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18th Timber, 254
I'm happy to report that Fuscina left the hospital today. She seems to be getting along just fine, and when Billows presented her with her new set of steel greaves, she even cracked a smile. Hopefully nopony in the militia will be heading back to the hospital with broken legs anytime soon. We'll be getting started on some mail for them right after they've all got greaves. There will be plenty more smelting to do, and I'm torn on whether or not we should focus on the gate or equipping our militia.
I'm also glad to hear that the town hall is far enough along that Carmine and Ocean Breeze can move in. That frees up a regular room for somepony else, and we're one step closer to having a proper meeting place for any diplomats or our liaison.
21st Timber, 254
It took her a little while, but poor Falcata left the hospital today. I don't think I've ever seen her so happy, when I stopped by to see Panacea yesterday, Falcata looked like she just might go explode if she had to stay in there another day. I'm glad she's doing better.
22nd Timber, 254
It's been a while since we spotted any diamond dog thieves, but one was spotted near our old wood stockpile. Halberd and Naginata both brought their teams along to run him off, but that's all they managed to do. He was sent scurrying for the hills, and with their new armor the militia just weren't quite fast enough to catch him. At least he didn't hurt anypony, but he'll probably just head home and bring friends.
At least we're preparing for the worst, if that ever comes to pass.
On the lighter side of things, we've got a fair amount of stone quarried up and not much to do with it, so I had the masons start laying down some roads. That should help keep everypony's hooves from aching by sunset every day.
13th Moonstone, 254
The town hall is finally finished, after how long in hiatus? I should probably feel ashamed for letting it lapse this long. At least it's finished now, and we've got a few statues set up to liven the place up just a bit. Even another one of me, although I swear I didn't request it!
Anyway, I've got the carpenters busy again. We'll be setting up some more bedrooms in the northeast corner of the fort, using the existing wall as a foundation. That should speed construction up a good bit, so hopefully a third of our population won't have to hotbunk for all that much longer. One more thing I should be ashamed of, I suppose, that some have been here for years without a proper room.
Post by: Khenal on December 29, 2011, 04:33:57 am
Flux' Journal, Timber 18
I wrote a while ago that the military was almost done being outfitted, but it looks like I was wrong. I guess that's why I'm not in charge, Journal. Anyway, things have been pretty quiet. I've just been smelting as much as I can and doodling more devices in my spare time. I've come up with a few that are very strange, but they might work. Gotta get the gate finished first, though. And I gotta get back to smelting. We're a fairly small town, but we are so very steel hungry. Gotta keep us fed!
Post by: KingStrongbeard on December 30, 2011, 09:19:14 pm
Glaive's Journal 9th Timber, 254
Barley has finished the thing he's been working on. It's a marvelous steel studded leather shield. He put an image of the founding of Dawnpick on it, and calls the shield the Touch of Leaves. Considering the amount of tree cutting that had to be done to get Dawnpick set up it seems like an appropriate enough name. The shield has been gifted to the militia to use, but neither of our captains are unicorns, they can't use a shield. Well not at the same time as a weapon like a pony with magic could. I wonder who they'll assign it to.
18th Timber, 254
Fuscina is out of the hostpital. That's always good news, but even better the militia is starting to get some more steel armor.
22st Timber, 254
A thief was spotted today. We gave chase but couldn't catch him, this new armor is heavy and having it around our legs tired us out to quickly. Nopony was hurt, but I feel that each escaped thief just makes us look weak to enemy encouraging more raids. Less armor would make us faster, but we've had too many injuries as it is. Hmm, perhaps a small additional squad of lightly armored ponies with crossbows could be used, for times when a quick response is necessary. Pegasi can cover even more distance faster, so maybe some kind of pegasus airforce could work. I'll talk it over with Virtue later.
Post by: Telgin on January 02, 2012, 03:09:57 am
Virtue's Diary - 25th Moonstone, 254
Not too much has been happening in the past few days, so I had a moment to chat with a few members of the militia and see how things were going. Morale seems to be pretty high lately, especially now that everypony is pretty much covered in a nice set of steel to keep them safe. We have just a few more boots to finish, but after that a set of mail shirts all around and they'll be set. They should be pretty much invulnerable to a thief's dagger with that armor, and hopefully if we do see anything bigger they'll be up for it.
Glaive had a few things to say about that though, and I think he's right. We've had a few thieves escape because they couldn't catch up, and even though they're getting used to the weight of the armor, they'll never be able to match the speed of a thief in cloth rags. He also pointed out the fact that we don't have anypony trained to use a crossbow in combat, and I can't fault his logic. Brook might still be alive if we'd had some marksponies in light armor ready to spring into action.
The problem is finding suitable recruits. Longshot is an amazing shot with his crossbow, but I'm not sure if he would be willing to join the militia. If he ever comes back up for mayor that's another issue. We have a few ponies around who might be willing, perhaps I should ask for volunteers. Or perhaps I could ask the liaison to send some more recruits. We'll see how it works out.
Oh, and I noticed that Halberd gave the shield to Glaive. When I asked the captain about it, he said that Glaive was the one who really earned it. Saving the filly from the thief and being the only pony other than Stiletto who could use it, he was the natural choice. I agree completely, he deserves it. I just hope it helps prevent any more injuries for him.
27th Moonstone, 254
Not two days ago I was speaking with the militia about the thieves, and another shows up. A diamond dog hopped into the trench we were digging for our moat and scared Marbles pretty bad. He came running inside shouting and waving his hooves about a thief, and I didn't even have to do a thing. Halberd and Naginata gathered their ponies and charged off after him, and despite our worries over not being able to catch him, the thief seemed to think it was a good idea to charge inside.
I hear Naginata put him down in an extremely painful manner. I'm glad I wasn't there to see it in detail.
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Naginata's Diary - 27th Moonstone, 254
I'm getting quite tired of these thieves. Well, the badger pony thieves moreso than the diamond dogs, but I'm getting sick of both. Yet another diamond dog showed up today, apparently thinking he'd get the jump on Marbles in our dry moat. His mistake was following Marbles inside, where we met him and gave him what he asked for.
I just went for the first target that presented itself, but the rest of my squad seem to have been a bit put off by my tactics. Well, they'll learn soon enough that you don't play with the enemy, and use whatever tactic presents itself.
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Virtue's Diary - 28th Moonstone, 254
Flux told me today that we're once again out of marble up here near the smelters. I forwarded that to our miners, who went back down to set back to work on the marble deep underground, and they found something a bit worrying. Chic came back up, telling me that the marble is starting to get very warm, almost too hot to touch. I'm not much of a miner, but when I asked Saw Dust about it, he confirmed that we must be digging near a magma pipe of some sort. I immediately told Chic to be very careful and start mining elsewhere. We can't take any chances with that.
13th Opal, 254
The militia was underground today, patrolling some of the paths near the caverns that are still open, and they found a pretty frightening monster down there. Falcata came across a giant eye creature with several arms and an evil look to it. I'm just thankful that it was so slow and cumbersome, the pegasus was untouchable during the fight if the rest of the militia saw it right. None of them had a chance to land a blow before she finished it off.
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Never seen an evil eye before. I was worried it would tear her apart for all I knew, but she beat the crap out of it.
15th Opal, 254
While I was overseeing the construction of some more roads and bedrooms along the northeast side of the wall, I overheard that the militia found even more of those evil eyes underground today. Falcata got surrounded by them, and from what I hear she fought them off like a mare possessed. She slew several by herself before the rest of the militia arrived to help her out.
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It didn't end there though. On the way back up to the surface, they came across a large simian monster apparently called a blind cave ogre. The entire militia surrounded the giant creature and brought it down without a single injury to the lot. I'm growing worried though, the holes we're opening up to the caverns are turning up more and more frightening creatures. The steel protecting the militia is doing a fantastic job, but the rest of us don't have that luxury. I just hope an ogre doesn't stumble across Chic or Diamond Shard alone.
We really must get the caverns sealed up again. On the surface though, we're making progress on the moat. I've had Flux make some more mechanisms for a few screw pumps that he said we could use to divert the river to our moat. We're uphill of it, so it's going to take some work, but it should help out a lot once it's ready. Oh, and I have to break the news to Arbalest that we're going to have to move his catapult. We'll keep it inside the moat though, I think.
Interestingly, Falcata is now an elite wrestler because she kept grappling and bucking the eyes instead of hacking them with her axe. Turns out her axe was forbidden for some reason. Had to unforbid half of the militia's axes. What's up with that? I've heard this happens when they get embedded in enemies, maybe I should pay closer attention.
17th Opal, 254
Golden Grains was the next pony to be taken by a mood. One moment she was working the fields and the next she was trotting off toward the workshops. We'll see what she ends up claiming, I hope it isn't something we can't provide for her.
24th Opal, 254
The miners were down in the marble quarry again today, gathering up plenty of the stone for making more steel. At some point they heard the flapping of giant wings and some strange noises in general. I worry if some of the monsters down there might have returned, but we haven't seen a thing of them yet. I'll send the militia and some masons down immediately to check out the breaches into the caverns. We should seal them up right now, before it's too late.
(http://i1135.photobucket.com/albums/m638/bradshja/26.png)
Hmm, flies and has noxious secretions. That could be bad, it can probably escape the caverns unlike the last two FBs. And they're probably still around too, I get the feeling I'm going to have some real problems in the near future. :D
Post by: Omicega on January 02, 2012, 08:14:29 am
Post by: Khenal on January 02, 2012, 01:14:08 pm
Flux' Journal Moonstone 27
Work continues on the new gate and the militia continues to show their dedication to all of us here. Marbles was working on the moat when a diamond dog thief startled him. The cheeky thief actually chased after him inside the walls where the militia was waiting. Specifically, Naginata was waiting for it. I don't speak diamond dog, but I think the meaning was clear form the context. Very likely something along the lines of "OH SISTERS, THIS PONY BIT ME IN THE EYE! WHY IS IT SHAKING ME BY MY POOR EYE, AAAGGHHH! I am slain, blar." Naginata is definitely not a pony to get mad, wow.
Opal 15
Definitely need to work on something to secure the caverns. Falcata has been having fun with some of the nasty critters down there, but I'd still like to have something in place to defend the ponies hauling the marble and other components for steel. Maybe some cage traps? If we can tame any of those creatures, we might get some good beasts of war, or maybe just some new meat. Or maybe... *The rest of the page is various scribbles of what might possibly be trap designs.*
Post by: JaxtalMK2 on January 02, 2012, 01:35:23 pm
Glyphs journal 8
I haven't written here for a while, I've been busy with my training, but something happened earlier that I just had to record. I am always amazed when I watch Captain Naginata fight, but this time, it was almost... scary. A diamond dog thief decided it would be a good idea to chase one of the ponies who was working in the moat right into the middle of the fort. I... I didn't even know you could shake something around by the eye like that. Maybe... maybe I will ask Naginata for some extra lessons, I need a whole lot of work before I can even hope to be good enough to fight beside her.
It's kinda fun having a character who has some hero worship going on. Telgin if you can, I wold like Glyph and Naginata to do some sparring or other training together. I don't know what you would have to do to do that, but if it would mess up what you're doing, just ignore me.
Post by: Telgin on January 02, 2012, 03:09:08 pm
JaxtalMK2: I'll see if I can arrange something like that. He's in her squad, so he should at least be getting demonstrations from her. I don't think he's had any sparring sessions with anypony yet, but if I move him to a dedicated squad with Naginata that would help. I'm pretty sure he's got the lowest skills of all the militia, understandable since he's the newest, so that wouldn't break the suspension of disbelief too much.
Khenal: I'm working on the gate, but I'm wondering something about your design. How many z-levels do you channel out for the falls next to the traps? Have you had any significant problems with friendlies falling down there and getting injured?
Post by: Omicega on January 02, 2012, 03:33:57 pm
Post by: Khenal on January 02, 2012, 05:15:55 pm
Khenal: I'm working on the gate, but I'm wondering something about your design. How many z-levels do you channel out for the falls next to the traps? Have you had any significant problems with friendlies falling down there and getting injured?
I just go one z-level and then put whatever trap stuff I feel like in the hole. I usually connect to the pit with a bridge that raises into a wall so that the pit can be cleaned/friendlies can be released. Stuffing it with cage traps would probably be the most secure while maintaining minimal friendly casualties. Just watch for any pony cages ;)
Post by: jaxler on January 03, 2012, 03:19:16 am
Also I’m kind of lazy so could anyone tell me how exactly does this thread work? Is this a "make it up as you go along fort" or is it following the exact events of a game while told from the prospective of said ponies?
Also I’d love to make some requests for my pony... I’d love to have to be a black Pegasus with a red mane. And a scary cutie mark like a sword or dagger or something around that area. Also can he either be a blacksmith, weapon smith, armor smith, miner or military personnel,and make a male (this being my 2nd biggest Requirement). plz get as close as possible to what I wan't but most of all, make sure he looks evil
also give him the name Jaxler
Post by: Telgin on January 03, 2012, 04:06:34 am
I'll see what I can do about finding you a pony. I should be able to find one close to that.
Post by: jaxler on January 03, 2012, 03:14:56 pm
Right now this is just following along with the story from the perspective of the ponies. That's a stark contrast to how Glitterglen is working now. This is a more traditional community fort by my understanding, but is not a succession fort. Basically, just follow the examples so far and post your pony's reactions to what I say happened in game.
I'll see what I can do about finding you a pony. I should be able to find one close to that.
thanks
Post by: zomara0292 on January 03, 2012, 09:32:23 pm
Partisan looked at his request form carefully before he decided to take it to Halberd. The recent Diamond Dog thief had reminded him of something he had overheard and spent some time thinking about, and thus he prepared a form to ask for permission to train with a range weapon rather than a melee weapon like he had been doing before. The idea of removing his new protective metal shell did not sound pleasing but, if he could minimize the number of ponies that would visit the hospital, he owed it to all of Dawnpick to do so. Before he had the chance to even start looking for him, though. Partisan heard the distinguishable call of arms. He mindlessly darted toward his weapon and out the training area, fearing that it might be a case of life and death for somepony.
---------------------------------------------------------------- (OOC: stolen line that looks pleasing to the eyes placed here)
Partisan felt the rush of battle pouring through his veins after the huge fight with the eyes and that big-eye-less-cave-monkey-thing. The eyes were a mere measly warm up, but the monkey gave him some close calls. It actually built up his appreciation of the tin can he was wearing. That ape punched imprints into the cavern floor. If he had been wearing leather armor and had been hit, it would not have been its blue blood that he would have to wash out his mane. The thought made him shudder and look forward to the day he could take on something like that on his own. 'Maybe he should write up a request form for a spear.' he thought happily. 'They are perfect for piercing in-' His thoughts were broken by the sudden realization that he had forgotten something very important. With all the speed he could muster, he flew through the fort looking for where he left the form, but just could not manage to locate it.
Post by: jaxler on January 04, 2012, 04:02:17 pm
Post by: Telgin on January 04, 2012, 04:31:50 pm
zomara0292: Is that an official request for a spear or to be moved into a new markspony squad? :) I'm probably going to start a markspony squad in the next update, I really need to get some trained up before my population hits 80 and I start getting badger pony sieges. :D
Post by: zomara0292 on January 04, 2012, 05:40:24 pm
Post by: KingStrongbeard on January 04, 2012, 06:08:59 pm
Glaive's Journal25th Moonstone, 254
I had my chat with Virtue. It seems that she's considering my advise about forming a crossbow squad. That's good to hear, it'll be nice knowing we'll have some more ponies watching our backs, should the badger scum decide to step up their attacks.
In happier news the Captain gave ME The Touch of Leaves, said I deserved it for saving that foal awhile back. I don't know if I'd say I really deserved it, but I'm one of the few Unicorns in the guard who COULD use it, so I accepted the honor gladly.
Now that I've had my hooves on it, I can tell it's very light, but strong. It won't be much for bashing, but it should stop just about any blow, and it's weight (or lack there of) should make it easier to get into position. I need to get some practice in with it before a real fight breaks out. Maybe Glyphs wants to spar, he could use the practice too.
27th Moonstone, 254
We had a few more thieves recently. Captain Naginata actually bit one in the face and shook it around. It was an impressive display of strength. Although I can't help but feel that another strike with her weapon would have dispatched the thing faster.
15th Opal, 254
Falcata ran into a group of these large single eyed critters in the caverns. She called out but she managed to kill or wound all of them before we arrived. That Falcata, she's really something else. Not someone I'd want to piss off. But she could be a very useful friend. I'll invite her out for drinks later, to "celebrate".
After, the Eye's business we ran into an Ogre on the way back. We surrounded it and took it down with little trouble.
Post by: Telgin on January 05, 2012, 03:16:09 am
So... found any ponies yet that fit my parameters?
Ok, sorry that took so long. I've got 3 ponies that fit the bill or are close:
Castiron - Blacksmith (Male Pegasus, black with red striped hair)
Miter - Woodcrafter (Male Pegasus, forgot to check his description but 99% chance he's black with red hair)
Cleaver - Butcher (Male Pegasus, forgot to check him too)
You could possibly repurpose Miter or Cleaver if you wanted, but Castiron is already a blacksmith, male pegasus with black fur. Castiron is a legendary smith already. I'll rename whoever you pick to Jaxler and get an avatar for you as soon as I can (a day or two, with the next update).
Post by: jaxler on January 05, 2012, 04:09:20 pm
I prefer the woodcutter, and repurpose him to the militia
Also if he does not have a red mane than give me Cleaver.
And as for the avatar make it look sinister , but not creepy or weird, also make him have a scare and make his eyes red and slightly serpent like. I’ve seen your work and I’m sure it will turn out great.
Post by: Telgin on January 05, 2012, 04:31:13 pm
Post by: jaxler on January 05, 2012, 04:42:48 pm
I think I can work with that. Miter it is then, and unless you'd prefer a melee pony I'll be putting him under Partisan's new markspony squad. Time to get those marksponies training!
hmmm... marksponyship it is then, I'd love to see my little jaxler nock off badgers from a mile away.I hope we don't all get Annihilated :P.
Post by: zomara0292 on January 05, 2012, 04:52:35 pm
Post by: jaxler on January 05, 2012, 05:08:43 pm
As do I. It would be a shame for Partisan to die after fully understanding the protection he would have to give up.
it would be a shame if I died after just getting a pony
Post by: jaxler on January 05, 2012, 10:07:50 pm
Jaxler's diary
well I’ve been here a long time but until now I found no reason to wright down my daily events, but now that part 1 of my plan is done I’m quite content with my future and see reason to wright down my events. I’ve successfully integrated into this fort, not a single person has even wondered why such a pony walked for miles to such a place, the probably thought up reasons like "he was looking for a land of promise" or "a new life" or "the king forced him to come" but no I came here to...
Phase 2 is already happening I’m getting drafted into the ranged squad, its perfect I’m on my way. I’m ready to start killing again. I'm ready to fight, all I need to do is make my way up to the highly esteemed rank of squad leader. All I need to do is wait, my policy is that the last person to join a battle is the first man to walk out. All I need to do is find a way to dispose of my
Man these ponies they dig and they dig. they refuse to think about stuff like PROFIT I read somewhere that if there is magnetite then there is platinum, why don't we take it from this land and make it our own, and become the richest ponies in the whole continent, of course money gives
but soon... oh so soon... I rise up
Post by: Telgin on January 07, 2012, 03:19:58 pm
Post by: jaxler on January 07, 2012, 05:37:00 pm
Sorry about the delay Jaxler. I've been pretty busy so I haven't had a chance to make your avatar or play DF for almost a week. I plan on posting another fort update tonight or tomorrow, but I'm away from my regular computer so I can't make your avatar. I'll get to it Monday night I think.
cool
Post by: Omicega on January 08, 2012, 09:37:29 am
Post by: KingStrongbeard on January 08, 2012, 12:21:44 pm
As Falcata searches for Glavie she spots him walking into the bar. ((tavern/meeting hall/dinning hall whatever we are calling it.)) He sticks his head in and appears to look around and then turns back out, he looks disappointed but then he spies Falcata approaching from the barracks. He walks toward her and says,
"Hello, and good afternoon Falcata, how are you doing today?"
Post by: Telgin on January 08, 2012, 12:59:06 pm
Post by: Omicega on January 08, 2012, 01:19:04 pm
Post by: KingStrongbeard on January 08, 2012, 03:05:24 pm
"I've been fine, keeping busy. Trying to get some practice in with my new shield before the next raid, you know."
Glavie sees her gesture to the doors.
"I was actually looking for you. I thought I'd ask you to join me for dinner. If you don't mind that is." he smiles sheepishly.
Post by: Omicega on January 08, 2012, 04:26:11 pm
Post by: KingStrongbeard on January 08, 2012, 04:56:20 pm
Glaive holds the door to the dining hall with his magic for Falcata, they find a table to themselves, and get some food and drink. After they get settled...
"So...how's your hoof doing? Panacea had you staying off it for quite some time."
((Sorry, I'm taking a long time to post replies, I've got a lot of things going on today.))
Post by: Omicega on January 08, 2012, 05:07:31 pm
Post by: KingStrongbeard on January 08, 2012, 05:22:30 pm
"The shield is a true work of art. Light but very strong." Glaive takes a bite of his food and a sip of drink. "I'm honored to be chosen to wield it, but I don't know about having really earned it. I just happened to be closest to the snatcher, I did what anypony would have done. I'm no hero."
As he talks about the attempted foalnapping he rubs his bum leg where that snatcher's knife cut him.
Post by: Omicega on January 08, 2012, 05:30:27 pm
Post by: KingStrongbeard on January 08, 2012, 05:53:04 pm
He laughs at the question.
"Ha Ha, Yes, I do get that a lot. I know most ponies can't grow one, but it runs in my family, hells, I've got a second cousin in the capital named Star-Swirl with one twice as long and thick as mine. Great Grandpa used to say that we had Buffulo blood in us, that caused it, but he was a little senile and I don't know if it's true."
"That reminds me of a story. When I was younger I didn't much care for the beard, so one day I tried to trim it, but I shaved it too close to the skin. Ha, if I get strange looks as a bearded pony, that's nothing to the looks I got with a bald face. Oh the embarrassment."
Glaive laughs at himself.
"But well, the beard has grown on me since then, if you'll pardon the pun. And it's more trouble to keep at the normal length than I'm willing to deal with."
Glaive takes a large swig of his drink.
"So, where are you from Falcata? What brings a Pegasus like you out to a middle of nowhere mining town?"
Post by: Omicega on January 08, 2012, 06:12:11 pm
Post by: jaxler on January 08, 2012, 07:22:30 pm
Jaxler then retired to the tavern picked up some rum and gladly drank it, he then looked across the room and saw two ponies enjoying a drink together, he decides not to intervene, and continues to drink his 3rd barrel of rum. he then looks outside after downing the barrel and looks to the moon and says "good only 9 P.M." he looks across the the room and thinks about those in the room. he sees a militia alicorn, two other militia members sharing a drink, Virtue and her lover, another black Pegasus names Cleav or something, and a rather small child. he curses to himself disgusted by the alicorn, he then decided to drink his brains out in celebration of his military future (and to help him forget about the alicorn's presence in the room) jaxler then gets up to go grab a barrel of raspberry wine. when he came back the alicorn moved to his seat. jaxler looked across the room to the alicorn with his blood red eyes, and the alicorn said "I just heard you got drafted". Jaxler was pissed, he was only half buzzed and now his seat had been stolen from him, but most of all his shear hatred of alicorns fueled his rage. his deep red eyes looked deeply into those of the alicorn. he walks up to the alicorn with a bright happy smile he says "you know that's my seat right?". the alicorn says "is it really anypony's seat" Jaxler then patted her on the back made a smile and said "your right" and bucked the winged unicorn in the eye knocking her out, sat down at his seat, laughed and continued to drink his booze finally giving him the desired level of drunk.
((he really hates alicorns))
Post by: Telgin on January 08, 2012, 09:54:06 pm
Post by: jaxler on January 08, 2012, 10:07:55 pm
Jaxler bucked Stiletto (I assume that's who you're talking about, she's the only alicorn in the fort as far as I know)? Probably not a good idea, she force choked a diamond dog then stabbed its brain out with her horn. That and Halberd and Naginata are going to be quite ticked. A bit of punishment is in store for Jaxler from the militia, methinks. I'll see what I can think up, hehe (nothing injurious).
he had the element of surprise... and he hates alicorns, alot. but pleas keep him in the militia
Post by: Telgin on January 08, 2012, 10:11:13 pm
Post by: jaxler on January 08, 2012, 10:16:35 pm
Post by: jaxler on January 08, 2012, 10:51:06 pm
Jaxler woke up chained to a tree and says "damn its only 2 P.m., ug why don't I remember anything after punching that alicorn last night, AW FUCK THE SUN, aw my eyes... oh now I know, I must have blacked out after that forth barrel of wine, but why am I chained to a tree, oh the DAMN alicorn must have gotten up and done something while I was blacked out (had to wait for me to get knocked out... coward, can't just let a pony black out in peace, O SHIT HOW AM I SUPPOSED TO GET TO THE TRAINING SESSION, shit my head, I should try not yell like that again, ug what do I do about this god damn chain, hay why is that guy walking to me... in armor, oh there is two, wait three, wait... oh shit ether I'm getting punished, executed, or released. man this hangover should be enough punishment... then he yelled with a happy calm voice HAY YA HOW YALL BEEN, NICE TO SEE YOU GUYS, AM I GETTING EXECUTED!"... ah damn why did I yell...
I'll leave what happens from here to you Telgin.
Post by: Telgin on January 08, 2012, 11:24:46 pm
Post by: jaxler on January 09, 2012, 01:33:58 am
Alright, I'll edit this post with what happens to Jaxler. Omicega, KingStrongbeard, feel free to continue your scene if you want. Stiletto would be happy to deal with the insubordinating pegasus. ;)
just remember Jaxler the pony can take alot of pain, ALOT OF PAIN.
Post by: The Master on January 09, 2012, 01:37:04 am
Post by: KingStrongbeard on January 09, 2012, 02:08:10 am
She submerges her face in her drink, guzzling plenty, before resurfacing to answer:
"Pretty much the same way I imagine most everypony else got here. The King heard word that Dawnpick was up and running, I guess, and soon enough posters asking for volunteers to venture out and help make it into a proper town were put up everywhere. I was just a low-ranking axepony in the city guard, and there's really no need for one so big back at Coupledye; it's practically crime-free. So, naturally, being young and headstrong, I made the decision to migrate. After all, sounded like a great little adventure to me," she says, rolling her eyes a bit.
(http://i1135.photobucket.com/albums/m638/bradshja/GlaiveAvatarDorfbeard.jpg)
Sitting back down, Glaive decides to ignore the recent outburst, and to just try to return to his conversation, and to his dinner.
"So, uh, we where talking about how you came here, and you where rolling your eyes. Do you regret the decision now that your here?"
Post by: Omicega on January 09, 2012, 02:48:11 am
Post by: Telgin on January 09, 2012, 03:08:08 am
Now, the question was, should she handle it herself? Let Virtue handle it, or hand him over to one of the captains? Partisan has been bumped up to captain of a new rapid response force and that's who Jaxler had been assigned to, but Halberd or Naginata would probably be a bit more creative on how to handle this. Virtue could find out about it later. She was a bit soft about these things, if Stiletto had to guess.
Huh, come to think of it, they didn't even have a jail yet. Hadn't needed one. Why did this pony have to come and mess that up? Had to happen eventually, she imagined.
Well, this time of night, Halberd, Naginata and Partisan wouldn't be on duty, so she'd just tie him up somewhere maybe. They could deal with him in the morning, and he'd have some time to think about what he'd done.
Update will come tomorrow, barring catastrophe. I've been sick all day, so I haven't played DF. And I'm liking this interchange. :)
Post by: KingStrongbeard on January 09, 2012, 03:53:14 am
Glaive smiles.
"Yeah, I know what you mean. I came here for similar reasons. To understand why I came you need a bit of background. You see, being a soldier is just part of being in my family. Has been for generations now, it's what we're good at."
He gestures to his cutie mark, a pair of crossed bronze axes, behind a steel kite shield.
"It's in the blood you know. Growing up there was no question that I'd join the army just like my Pa and his Pa before him, and his Pa before him and so on. I didn't always like that, having my future just decided for me before I was old enough to make up my own mind, obviously I came around to the idea, but well that's another story for another time."
"I came to Dawnpick after completing my first tour of duty in the army. A dreadfully uninteresting campaign, I'll have to bore you about it some other-time. I had dreams of coming here to the 'edge of civilization' and carving a name for myself. Honor and Glory and all that, with a big adventure, an enemy worth fighting, and a fortune to be made. The things every young bored soldier dreams about I'd imagine. I've been in Dawnpick a little over a year, and while I don't regret coming here for an instant. It wasn't what I was expecting."
Post by: Omicega on January 09, 2012, 11:16:20 am
Post by: KingStrongbeard on January 09, 2012, 04:22:56 pm
"Ay, that it does. I said I wasn't always sure I wanted to be a soldier, well their was an event in my foalhood that changed that. It's, not an event I like to talk about. But suffice it to say, I learned that day, that often it's not about fighting to kill your enemy, it's about fighting to protect something or somepony worth protecting."
"Aye, but this conversation has taken a turn toward the somber, let's talk about something else. What about you? What's your family like?"
Post by: jaxler on January 09, 2012, 04:47:55 pm
JAXLER, FOR THE LOVE OF PETE, STOP USING THE RED COLOR SO MUCH!
well I edited the post is it any better?
Update will come tomorrow, barring catastrophe. I've been sick all day, so I haven't played DF. And I'm liking this interchange. :)
oh, that sounds fun... hope I don't die
Post by: Omicega on January 09, 2012, 04:54:37 pm
Post by: KingStrongbeard on January 09, 2012, 05:16:43 pm
"Your dad should be proud of you. You're an amazing fighter, just think of what you did to those evil eye things."
Glavie waits for a moment as Falcata takes another bite of her food.
"uh, You've got a bit of food on your face, here." Says Glavie telekinetically lifting a napkin to her. He pauses for a moment, considering to himself whether it would flirtatious or creepy to wipe it off himself. His impulse to do it himself overrides his possibly better judgement and he gently wipes the smudge from Falcata's face, with the napkin. He immediately has second thoughts, and braces for her response.
Post by: Omicega on January 09, 2012, 05:54:24 pm
Post by: KingStrongbeard on January 09, 2012, 06:13:40 pm
He chuckles.
"Ah, as sneaky as you are strong. I like that. But if you wanted a bite you could have just asked."
He rips a piece of his cupcake off with his magic and floats it toward her.
"Want another piece?"
Post by: Omicega on January 09, 2012, 06:24:14 pm
Post by: KingStrongbeard on January 09, 2012, 06:50:43 pm
"...Is that so?"
Glaive pops the floating bit of cupcake into his mouth, swallows it, and smiles at her.
Their meal now complete, Glaive looks around at all the other ponies talking, drinking, having a good time, and generally making a lot of noise in the dinning hall.
"It's so noisy in here. You know, I've got a bottle of wine back in my room that you could try and snatch from me next."
He gestures a hoof toward the door, with a hopeful look on his face.
Post by: Omicega on January 09, 2012, 07:05:20 pm
Post by: jaxler on January 09, 2012, 07:43:19 pm
Jaxler Then for the first time in his stay in dawnpick shows his fear on his face as the he sees those around him, but he quickly recovers and shows a strait face as if he were waiting. then jaxler says "so... I thought battery wasn't such a high profile crime down here" as a grin moves across his face "I hope you know I don't feel much pain". jaxler put out a laugh as if to challenge all in the dark room as his eyes dilate into a near serpent like shape then jaxler says with his deep dark voice "i'd love to see you try to make me feel REAL pain" Jaxlers's eye's looked into each of his holders eyes, penetrating there very souls with pure hate, his smile then widens as he lets out a small chuckle... Jaxler's punishment has begun
Post by: Telgin on January 09, 2012, 07:48:21 pm
Post by: jaxler on January 09, 2012, 07:54:56 pm
I hadn't intended for a beating of any sort, but Stiletto might give him thwack or two. I'll be posting an update in a few hours that should outline the details of all this. He'll probably end up guarding the caverns for a while, or something like that.
well I got board and said "well fuck might as well kill 10 mins" but also who said only a beating... be as harsh as you wan't, literally go nuts, jaxler the pony will never give his holders the pleasure of seeing him show the slightest bit of pain. so again have fun, pleas get worked up in your description
Post by: Powder Miner on January 09, 2012, 09:38:32 pm
...I would like his name to be Powder Miner, for him to be a miner, and for if he gets an avatar for it to be unchanged -except- for like a simple beige pick drawn as a clan mark on his cheek. Simple like a straight line and then a curved one.
His name change excuse is that Knothole is his middle-name which got improperly filed into the paperwork as his first.
Post by: Telgin on January 09, 2012, 10:29:43 pm
Post by: Powder Miner on January 09, 2012, 10:40:08 pm
Sorry about demanding so much, I just wanted to be specific to make sure there didn't need to be any questions.
Light brown with rainbow dash hair huh?
Sounds a little weird but I'd like to see it.
Post by: Powder Miner on January 09, 2012, 11:13:24 pm
Post by: Telgin on January 10, 2012, 02:45:02 am
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Virtue's Diary - 25th Opal, 254
Despite our fears, the monstrosity overheard below hasn't seemed to have surfaced. I'm asking the militia to keep on high alert though, just in case.
Speaking of the militia, there's been a few important changes there: when I went asking around about volunteers for a new rapid response force, Halberd told me that Partisan wanted to volunteer for it. I also happened across Miter (who asked me to call him Jaxler from now on), who volunteered to join Partisan. That only gives us two ponies for the job, but I think that's enough for the badger pony thieves we've run into so far.
I considered just bumping Partisan up to captain of a new squad, but when I thought about it, he's really fulfilling a different role. He'll be overseeing the safety of the citizens that are outside, so I think I'll make his squad a guard and making him captain of the guard. It's not a particularly fancy position, what with only a single pony under his command, but it should give him a chance to prove himself. I'll have to see about getting him an office set up.
To address the hole that Jaxler put in our wood working industry, I asked Glaze to take his place. She hasn't had much work lately, so it should give her something to do. Knothole also came to me today asking if he could try mining for a bit instead of cutting wood. He said his real name was Powder Miner, and that Knothole was just a middle name of sorts, and that he was actually a pretty decent miner. I told him we could try it out and see how it works. I asked Sushi to pick up cutting wood for him in his absence. We haven't needed any fish cleaners since I asked Ocean Breeze to stop fishing for now.
Which reminds me, I should get back onto the enclosed fishing pier.
6th Obsidian, 254
This morning I was quite surprised to find Jaxler chained up not far from my office. He seemed to have a couple of black eyes (hard to tell with his black fur), so I was pretty alarmed. I immediately went to Halberd to find out about it, and he just pointed me to Stiletto. She had a black eye too, and I was beginning to get an idea of what happened.
When I pressed her for it, she told me that he'd bucked her in the eye last night for no apparent reason. She's always had a very calm demeanor, so I was surprised to find out that she hit him back, but I suppose if somepony bucked me in the face I'd probably return the favor if I could. She insists that he hurt himself falling down in the dining hall, but I know better. Still, I won't say anything to her about it, I'm sure the militia is handling that internally.
I can't believe Jaxler would do this just a few days after joining the militia. We don't have a jail, because we haven't needed one, but I suppose the time is coming where that's unavoidable now. The real irony is that Partisan is now captain of the guard and so has authority over what happens to him. When I asked about it, he told me that they'd keep Jaxler chained up for a week or so, and would probably have him doing menial things for a while afterward.
I hope this isn't a bad omen. I'm going to go see Flux about getting some more preparations for a future jail made. A few chains should do, I don't want anything close to a dungeon here, we're not like that in Dawnpick.
In happier news, I noticed Glaive and Falcata being a little more than friendly today while off duty. I don't have a problem with it, but I wonder how Halberd will take to love birds being in the same squad?
8th Obsidian, 254
Golden Grains finally started working on his mysterious construction today. While I was busy watching him work away furiously, I took some time to update the map of Dawnpick. It's a lot more interesting than the map I scribbled several years ago.
Spoiler: Huge Map, Beware! (click to show/hide)
12th Obsidian, 254
Golden Grains finishes what he was working on: a crown. Not sure how we'll put that to use, nopony here is even of any nobility! It is pretty though.
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15th Obsidian, 254
We had a diamond dog thief show up, skulking around in the dry moat. He scared Chic off while she was digging away at expanding the moat, but in the panic he fled instead of giving chase. Partisan and Jaxler flew off after him, but they didn't have all of their gear yet, and didn't manage to get any shots off before he fled.
Otherwise, we had a rainbow pony caravan show up today. We traded a lot of rock crafts (still not sure why they love these so much) for a lot of leather (for armoring Partisan and Jaxler), a lot of wood, some cheese and a bit of booze.
Oh, speaking of Jaxler, he was released yesterday. I hope he doesn't try anything again, from what I understand, Stiletto could easily kill him if she had the mind to. I really hope it doesn't come to that.
21st Obsidian, 254
Something happened today that made me sick to my stomach. We had another badger pony thief show up outside the gates today. Apparently they're finally getting wise to trying to get inside the walls, and he decided to wander down into the mines. Verdant Flash has a bad habit of following the miners down there, despite his mother's warnings, and the thief blundered into him. When he failed to snatch the foal up, he stabbed the poor colt in the leg to subdue him before trying again.
By now, thank goodness, Naginata's squad arrived at the mines. I didn't witness the fight, but she apparently converted the thief into something completely unrecognizable by the time she was done with him. I heard the poor colt crying in the hospital for hours afterward. Panacea tells me he was more shaken up than anything, and that his leg should be fine. Naginata hasn't left his side, and I don't blame her. I'll stop by again in the morning and check up on the two of them.[/i]
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Naginata's Diary - 21st Obsidian, 254
Some time ago, Virtue asked me why I wanted to stay in the militia when I had a family that would miss me if anything ever happened to me. Today I gave her her answer in blood. The blood of my child.
If I hadn't been there to save him, that thief might have killed him or worse. I can't bear to think what horrors would have awaited him if that thief got away, so I didn't give him a chance. I think I might have put off the rest of my squad with my enthusiasm (Glyph in particular stood slack jawed at the carnage), but let me tell you, when your children are endangered nothing else matters.
These thieves are working on my last nerve. First they try and take my husband Marbles from me, and now they try to take my child from me. Let the cowards face me instead, I'll show them how I feel about that.
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Virtue's Diary - 23rd Obsidian, 254
So apparently the thieves haven't wised up at all. Two badger pony pegasi flew over our walls today. One wandered near the housing where he ran into Falcata, who quickly bisected him with her axe. The other wandered into the barracks. What he thought he'd find in there, I don't know, but he found a mass of furious soldiers who quickly showed him the folly of his actions. It was quite a mess. I happened to actually see this fight, and even little Rondel (who had been watching his mom train) got a few bucks in on the interloper.
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If there ever was a foal destined for the militia, it's him! I don't know how his mother feels about it, though.
I went by to see Verdant Flash this morning, and he seems to be recovering well. He's calmed down a lot at least. Panacea is a wonder at that, I must give her that.
Post by: Powder Miner on January 10, 2012, 06:46:43 pm
Can you tell me adulthood and max ages for ponies?'I want to know it for a journal entry from way back when my pony became an adult, for backstory for him.
Journal coming in a bit.
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Powder Miner's Journal
25th Opal, 254.
I don't know how many times I've said this, but I've never been the best at writing my thoughts out in words- I mean just look at this thing. There are pages hanging out, some pages are written upside down, and even I have a hard time finding my way through it. I don't normally write in this thing much, but today signals a turning point in my life in Dawnpick! I finally went up to Virtue and explained that I was actually named Powder Miner, not Knothole, (never understood my middle name.) and I'm actually going to be back to mining, like I learned I was good at back in the clan. Kinda seems the tiniest bit small when I realize how far it is away for my skill to reach the that of my great-grandfather (He was a legend...), but then I look at it again and I just realize that it's not that hard. And just to prove it, here we go. Another step.
5th Obsidian
Whoa! There was a fight in the dining hall today, apparently between Jaxler and the alicorn Stiletto. They were actually kicking each other, and apparently going for the eyes. Eventually Jaxler had been taken away and chained up, meaning I guess he was the aggressor, but I don't know what can get two ponies so angry, and it certainly isn't good.
12th Obsidian
((Edited this entry since I realized my pony liked crowns.))
Golden Grains finished the thing he'd been going nuts about, and apparently it was a decorated wooden crown, made from highwood. I hope I get a chance to look at it, because it sounds super decorated and it might look really grand!
21st Obsidian
Another thief came today, and it got to one of the foals, Verdant Flash. It stabbed him in the leg, and even though his mother got to it and ruined the thief, but I hope no more come. It would be horrible to lose another pony, and to think that a little colt almost got killed... it chills me a little. It was down here in the mines, from his following us miners. I think he'd been following me, too, which makes me feel all the worse for it. I don't want to end up hurting a foal. I don't.
Post by: Mekboy on January 10, 2012, 06:50:06 pm
Are there any ponies (preferably a unicorn, but I don't massively care) that could be moved onto medical skills, helping Panacea as an assistant?
Thanks in advance.
Post by: Telgin on January 10, 2012, 07:03:38 pm
Glad you liked it! Ponies becomes adults at age 6 and have a max age of anywhere between 200 and 500. No idea why Nidokoenig chose those values, but there you go, heh.
Mekboy:
I've got a few unicorns that could be moved over. Any preference on gender?
Looking through my list, the best candidates I see are:
Marbles (male, glass maker, married to Naginata)
Indigo (male, dyer, no use for him really)
Wool (female, shearer, no use for her really)
There are a few other unicorns doing other more important things, but if you want one of them I can accomodate. There's a reasonably up to date list in the first post in a spoiler if you want to look through it and pick somepony else.
Post by: Powder Miner on January 10, 2012, 08:29:44 pm
Post by: Telgin on January 10, 2012, 08:34:14 pm
I think it's all pony badger blood though. Definitely no syndromes waiting to afflict the unwary, there haven't been any titans or forgotten beasts that actually fought any of the militia.
Yet.
Post by: jaxler on January 10, 2012, 08:35:25 pm
You do know the well appears to be contaminated with blood, right? >.> <.<I believe that happens when people(dwarf/ponies) clean them selfs... or at least that is what I assume after having multiple wells surrounded by blood after goblins attack.
Post by: Khenal on January 11, 2012, 01:41:34 am
Flux' Journal Obsidian 6
Stiletto is starting to worry me a bit. Last night, she and that new militiapony got in a fight. I don't know the details, but Stiletto obviously won. I saw her dragging Jaxler to a tree and chaining him up. I tried to wave to her as she went to do whatever it is she does, but she just turned away from me. She's so hard, like quenched steel. I'm worried if somepony doesn't anneal her soon, she'll snap...
Post by: Mekboy on January 11, 2012, 02:44:12 pm
Post by: Omicega on January 11, 2012, 03:16:47 pm
Post by: Telgin on January 11, 2012, 11:31:03 pm
Could I take Wool then please? No need to rename her.
Looks like I goofed. Wool is male. Is that a problem? He'd actually make a pretty good doctor, likes helping ponies. If he's fine, any preference on his appearance? In game he's amber with yellow-green wavy hair and purple eyes.
Omicega / KingStrongbeard: I assume your little date went well? Want me to see about getting some kindling going for these two ponies?
Post by: Mekboy on January 12, 2012, 04:22:27 am
Post by: Omicega on January 12, 2012, 06:46:22 am
Post by: KingStrongbeard on January 13, 2012, 12:51:36 am
Omicega / KingStrongbeard: I assume your little date went well? Want me to see about getting some kindling going for these two ponies?
((Sounds good to me, that's kind of what I was hoping would come out of it.))
Glaive's Journal 21st Obsidian, 254
A thief snuck into the mines behind our workers. It tried to grab Naginata's son, Verdant Flash but when he tried to fight off the snatcher the colt took a knife in his leg. Poor foal. Fortunately, Naginata was nearby and was able to kill the badger-pony before it could harm him anymore. From what I hear the boy will recover completely. That's good, but perhaps we need to set up some kind of rotating guard at the entrance. To keep both thieves out and the cavern beasts in. But that isn't my decision.
23rd Obsidian, 254
It was raining today. A horrible dreary downpour. Not bad enough to make us need to stay inside, but just bad enough to wish we could. Two more thieves today, probably hoping the rain and dark would cover their approach, Falcata spotted one while on guard duty, which she easily dealt with. The other bumbled into the barracks, must have thought it was a store room, or that we'd all be staying in our rooms and he could loot some weapons and armor, or something. Regardless we all chopped him to pieces. When Falcata came back inside her mane was all wet from the rain. mmmm.
(the rest of the page is taken up by a sketch of Falcata.)
Spoiler: Wet Mane Falcata (click to show/hide)
Post by: jaxler on January 13, 2012, 04:59:18 pm
Jaxler's journal:15th Obsidian, 254
Well today was very eventful. To start off I got out of jail after a few days of imprisonment. Then some thieves showed and me and partisan had to scare em off. Then the best thing possible happened, some rainbow ponies showed up and we bought some new exotic booze. I really can't wait to try this new stuff out.
21st Obsidian, 254
Well today I saw something truely disgusting, an evil little theif wondered into the caves probably thinking we hid our goods there. The theif was caught by Naginata's foal. The damn bastered stabbed the child in the leg before the combat squad could get there. When they got there they immediately turned the theif into a pile of goo. That thief is lucky I wasn't there, I would have made his death a lot slower, and painful.
23rd Obsidian, 254
Why do these damn thieves keep on showing up, you'd think after getting killed so often they'd stop. One of those stupid theifs walked right into the barracks, we were doing drills in full gear and the little guy was smeared across the wall in a few seconds. I think it took longer to clean up the theif's corpse than it took to kill em. After the incedent I decided to go and get drunk in celebration of our victory.
Post by: Akivara on January 13, 2012, 06:41:50 pm
(Been reading this for a few days, so longtime lurker/first time poster, etc.)
Post by: Telgin on January 13, 2012, 06:49:37 pm
Post by: Heavy Weapons Pony on January 15, 2012, 04:36:44 am
Post by: Telgin on January 15, 2012, 01:56:39 pm
Mekboy, I'll convert Wool over to a doctor and get an avatar for you soonish. Maybe tomorrow night, maybe Tuesday. Akivara, if you want Diamond Shard (or anypony else), just let me know and I'll reserve them for you and get an avatar for you too.
Post by: Telgin on January 16, 2012, 04:20:54 pm
Stiletto sits off to the side of the well, looking over toward the statue garden just in front of the dining hall. Ponies were coming and going as usual, chatting about this or that. All in all, a fairly typical day. She stretches and lets out a small yawn, wondering what she would do for the rest of the day now that training was done.
Maybe she'd just sit her and relax for a change. As long as Jaxler didn't come by and accost her again. He seemed to have learned his lesson from the last time at least. A small frown works its way onto her face as she thinks about the incident, and she idly rubs her eye. The bruising had long disappeared, but it was still tender to the touch.
Oh well, what was done was done.
Post by: Khenal on January 16, 2012, 04:32:16 pm
"Ok, Flux. You can do this. Just go talk to her. She's just a pony, like you. Except for the armor. And the weapon. And the training. Oh, and can't forget the wings and the horn."
I shake my head, trying to clear it.
"Oh Sisters, this isn't going to be easy..."
I try to approach nonchalantly, acting like I want a drink from the well. Anypony paying even slight attention to me would see right through it as I ignore the well itself and instead try to talk to Stiletto.
"Um... Hey, Stiletto."
Post by: Telgin on January 16, 2012, 04:41:38 pm
"Oh, um... hello... Flux, is it?"
Post by: Khenal on January 16, 2012, 04:54:57 pm
I stare at her momentarily before coming back to my senses.
'She... knows my name?'
"Er, yes! I'm Flux, haha!"
'Stop acting like a foal!'
I again shake my head.
"Sorry, I just didn't expect you to know my name. Um, how are you doing?"
Post by: Telgin on January 16, 2012, 05:06:37 pm
"Oh... and, um, I'm fine." She nervously scratches her cheek, did he know about what Jaxler had done to her? "How about you?"
Post by: Khenal on January 16, 2012, 05:15:21 pm
"I'm doing alright, I guess. Just smelting and designing traps. Um..."
I nervously raise a hoof to point at her eye, hoping I'm not about to cross a line.
"Is... is that better?"
Post by: Telgin on January 16, 2012, 05:28:35 pm
"Oh, um, yes, it's much better, thanks. Dr. Panacea said it was just bruised... is all." She smiles nervously. "Not a big deal...""
Post by: Khenal on January 16, 2012, 05:41:03 pm
"Are... are you sure it's no big deal? I, um, saw you drag him out the other day, and was a little worried."
Post by: Telgin on January 16, 2012, 05:51:22 pm
She glowers in the direction of the dining hall. "I still don't know what got into that stallion... I thought he was just drunk, but..." She blows out her breath. "I don't know." She looks back to Flux and adds, "Oh, sorry... didn't mean to drag you into this. I'm fine, don't worry."
Post by: Khenal on January 16, 2012, 05:55:24 pm
"It's alright. Just, um, if you ever need to talk to somepony... Well, I'm never too busy to talk."
Post by: Telgin on January 16, 2012, 06:07:37 pm
"Oh, um..." She gives him a smile. "...thanks."
Post by: Akivara on January 16, 2012, 10:10:18 pm
Alright, if anything interesting happens to him I'll do that. Expect another update tonight or tomorrow. For future reference, I'll probably be updating Dawnpick about once a week. Just don't have time to do it much more frequently than that.
Mekboy, I'll convert Wool over to a doctor and get an avatar for you soonish. Maybe tomorrow night, maybe Tuesday. Akivara, if you want Diamond Shard (or anypony else), just let me know and I'll reserve them for you and get an avatar for you too.
If that's okay, then sure, I'll take her :) Thank you
Post by: Telgin on January 17, 2012, 01:12:50 am
Post by: Telgin on January 18, 2012, 02:56:59 am
Spoiler (click to show/hide)
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Virtue's Diary - 2nd Granite, 255
I've been thinking for a while now that Panacea could really use some help in the hospital. Things are a bit slow right now, thankfully, but the last thing we need is for a lot of ponies to get injured and have nopony to help her. I passed word around that were looking for some help in the hospital, and the call was answered by Wool. He came up to me while I was eating lunch and said he'd been interested in helping Panacea out on the side for a while until he got used to it. I passed him off to her with a smile and I hope things will work out for him.
When I spoke to her later I found out she's got him doing some basic things, which I expected would be the case. Learning to keep stuff clean, a few things about dressing wounds and stitching them. There's only so much she can teach him without practice, and while I wish the best for him I'm not eager for that practice to show up.
Otherwise, our small guard unit is almost ready. Partisan and Jaxler now have most of their armor ready to go. All of that leather I bought off the last caravan is being put to good use in the form of some leather armor. It won't stop a dagger I fear, but with some crossbows they should stand more than a chance against any petty thieves.
6th Granite, 255
Verdant Flash left the hospital today, which is a relief for all of us. I overheard him telling his mom how much he liked Wool, which I think is a good indication that Wool will work out nicely with Panacea. I think I'll move him off of field duty altogether.
When I spoke to Naginata about it, she told me that the orders for the mail shirts I put in were about halfway done. With that under their plates, the militia should stand a great chance against the badger ponies if they ever show up in force. Which I fear they will sooner or later.
24th Granite, 255
It came to my attention today that we've been out here for five years now, and the militia really haven't had a proper vacation. They rotate some time off of course, but I passed word on to Halberd, Naginata and Partisan that they could all take a little time off. I think they were resistant to the idea at first, but gave the option to the troops. Some of them remain in the barracks training on their own, but I caught sight of Falcata and Glaive spending some time together out by the well. I think they make a cute couple.
Spoiler: Falcata's Friends (click to show/hide)
Billows stopped by my office and let me know that the mail shirts were all finished today. That's great news. He also told me that we're out of steel bars again. Not so good. I spoke to Flux about scheduling some more smelting of the magnetite. He seems to enjoy his work, but he spends a lot of time out at the smelters. I did notice Stiletto talking with him out by the well earlier today. I don't know if there's anything going on between the two of them, but I never try to discourage a new friendship in Dawnpick.
Unfortunately I didn't manage to get them to friends yet either. Still working on it. Dang ponies won't submit to my relationship meddling.
1st Slate, 255
The miners overheard something huge rustling around in the caverns today while they were picking away at the marble deep beneath the earth. We haven't had problems with anything lage and nasty finding its way up yet, but I told the militia and everypony to be alert nonetheless.
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Speaking of which, I'm glad to say that the moat is coming along nicely. We've got some holes to patch, which is unfortunate, but it's the best we can do. I'll see about getting the masons on doing that as soon as they can.
12th Slate, 255
After we reshuffled the militia and bumped Partisan up to captain, the old tombs I had laid out for them don't really work any more. I had the miners dig out a few new rooms for some more tombs and had some extra coffins laid out. Each squad now has their own room and a coffin for each soldier. I still don't like the thought of doing this while the soldiers are still alive, but it pays to be prepared, even in the worst case.
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The underground crypt with coffins for each militia member and the fortress guard. The coffins on the left side are for regular schmucks who bite it, which so far is only Babbling Brook. Can't believe that.
In less morbid news, a few more bedrooms have been set up and we've started on a keep of sorts. I hope it'll never come to that, but it will serve as a last line of defense in case of a large attack, and if Jaxler doesn't straighten up, as a jail house. At least I haven't heard anything else unfortunate happening from him, which is reassuring at least.
13th Slate, 255
Yet more strange sounds from the caverns. It's good to know our attempts at walling them off have proven successful so far. Nevertheless, the miners are all getting quite nervous about heading down there, and I don't blame them. We've got a nice stock of magnetite, marble and slate up here, so maybe we won't have to send them back down any time soon.
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22nd Slate, 255
Glaze gave birth this afternoon to her second foal; an earth pony colt she named Granite. She went into labor down by the stills and had to be rushed to the hospital. Panacea said that the colt was pretty weak and maybe a bit preterm, but he should live and be fine. I think the name fits him well, he's gray as the stone and while he doesn't have a lot of spirit in him, I'm sure he'll pull through.
His sister seemed pretty excited though. With him, we're now at 73 ponies in Dawnpick. I'd have never expected our little settlement to grow this large.
23rd Slate, 255
Spool was taken by a mood today. She slowly plodded over to our clothier's shop and started fetching things to start to work on something. I'm not sure what she'll make, but so far these strange moods haven't produced a whole lot of much value. Mostly a lot of oddities, but I suppose it adds to the history of this place. She doesn't seem to be having any trouble finding the things she needs, so I'm not too worried. Taking over the clothier's shop doesn't hamper us much, thankfully.
26th Slate, 255
Spool set to work on her mystery today. I'm pretty interested to see what it'll be, I hope she doesn't do something silly like make a sock out of all of the things she gathered, but one way or another I supose what will happen will happen.
28th Slate, 255
Yet another strange sound in the depths. Only Powder Miner was down there this time, and he came trotting back up telling of the things he heard. Nothing new, so I told him it was fine and to go see if there was anything he could do to help with the moat. I just hope we never have to go into the caverns for any reason... it must be getting crowded by now...
Yeah, I won't be opening up the caverns now. Way too much dangerous stuff in there to deal with. Unless it's strictly necessary, then I'll have to cook up a plan of some sort.
1st Felsite, 255
Well, I had to say a sock, because that's exactly what Spool made. It wouldn't be so bad if she made a set of them, but a single sock doesn't do anypony much good. Oh well, too late to complain about it. She shrugged and took the sock with her back home, but I'm not quite sure what she'll do with it.
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A sock. Can't get much more dorfy than a sock. Especially with all the doodads on it.
I almost forgot that we were working on getting some pumps set up down at the river to pump some water up to the moat. Flux is overseeing the construction, but we're still short on a few components. I hope it won't take too long, I think the moat will go a long way toward keeping us safe. Especially with the gate trap system under construction again. I just wish we had two of Flux, the poor pony is busy smelting magnetite, designing traps or setting them up pretty much all the time.
Post by: Powder Miner on January 18, 2012, 12:52:04 pm
Post by: Omicega on January 18, 2012, 06:42:56 pm
Post by: zomara0292 on January 19, 2012, 10:57:34 am
Partisan sat in his room, which was filled from end to end with paperwork that needed to be filled and reminders that needed to be remembered. He was suppose to use the break as an opportunity to catch up with his paperwork, but he just couldn't concentrate. Between having to keep an eye on Jaxler, worrying about the 'what-ifs' that came to mind when the coffins were put in place, and the howling's that could be heard at night, he didn't have the heart for it. He gave it another twenty minute try and decided to just take a walk. While out he kept his face blank, hoping nobody could picked up on the fear and stress laying just below the surface. He trotted along until he reached the surface and stretched out his wings.
Spoiler: OCC (click to show/hide)
Post by: jaxler on January 19, 2012, 05:39:34 pm
"oh hay Falcata, I wasn't expecting to see you down in a place like this". says Jaxler as he walks down the stairs to the pegasus.
Post by: Omicega on January 19, 2012, 06:03:09 pm
Post by: jaxler on January 19, 2012, 06:22:14 pm
Jaxler looks at Falcata in dismay at her response, and says "I wanted to find some peace and quite, why are you angry?".
Post by: Omicega on January 19, 2012, 06:40:48 pm
Post by: jaxler on January 19, 2012, 06:58:46 pm
Jaxler at this point was unhappy as he had only been looking for a place to sit down and think. he retorted quickly and said "oh really, well so your telling me that you have never done anything stupid in your entire life. I personally see no reason for us not be civil. I did indeed get drunk and did ruin your night and I did knock out your squad mate but I personally see that as a mistake on my part but why after months do you act so openly unhappy to my presence. I asked why you were angry because I thought you could at least put up with me being in the same room as you for at least a few seconds."
Post by: Powder Miner on January 19, 2012, 07:21:11 pm
((Oh stallion is here used as in oh man))
1st Slate
Oh stallion, me and the other miners heard something thumping around below today. I didn't know there were things that giant-sounding down there, and now I'm scared of going down there. Those thumps were just massive and rocky, and... they were in a pattern. So it's not just a cave-in or something. There's something down there. It's alive, and it sounds just as heavy as the rock making up the cavern. I'm honestly near scared to death of the thing.
13th Slate
There it is again. Chic was the first to hear it, but there were more stepping sounds coming from there. I could have sworn I heard a reptilian hissing. Are there dragons down there?! I'm getting even more scared about going down here. What if the things break out? I don't want to die!
28th Slate
AGAIN! I was the only one down there this time, so I just ran as fast as I could up, told bout it, then waited here uncomfortably. I'm not going down there.
Post by: Omicega on January 19, 2012, 07:28:02 pm
Post by: jaxler on January 19, 2012, 07:48:40 pm
Jaxler now calm after his outburst responded with "well I was looking for peace an quite, not beautiful scenery.I'm also quite sorry for never apologizing for interrupting your night with Glaive."
he stops for a second and asks "so what brings you down to a place as morbid as this".
Post by: Omicega on January 19, 2012, 08:07:02 pm
Post by: zomara0292 on January 19, 2012, 08:12:43 pm
"Well?" Those words rang clear to the surface. It almost had Jaxler written all over it. He rushed toward were the sound originated. Better safe than sorry. But, by the time he reached the tombs, Jaxler was calmly talking to another pony. Instead of going down and interrupting a particularly good thing, he just hid up in the stairs, silently watching.
Post by: jaxler on January 19, 2012, 08:27:20 pm
Jaxler looks away from Falcata and says "there is no need to to stressed, why its quite good to know that they even if you die you will have met the fort's expectations. Why it makes over achieving quite easy. To be honest I doubt you or any of our good brother and sisters of war will be needing these anytime soon."
He stops and takes in a deep breath and attempts to snap Falcata out of her gloomy silence by saying "we'll a drunken friend of mine told me that this was going to be used as a military burial ground.so I finished my drink and came down here to see my own tomb. It helps to have a reminder that I only have so long to achieve something with my life."
Post by: Telgin on January 19, 2012, 11:29:07 pm
Apologies for the delays. Been an emotionally draining week to say the least.
Real life > DF any day of the week, man. Don't worry about it! Hope you're not having too rough a time of it as well; I wish you all the best regardless.
I'm fine, thanks. :) Just others I'm a bit worried about.
Anyway, I fixed Wool's avatar, which is now the avatar linked for him in my last update. Poor pony forgot his horn!
Post by: Mekboy on January 20, 2012, 04:54:12 am
EDIT: Here we are.
Wool's diary
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2nd Granite
This is the first time I've done one of these, but with my new job, I though I might as well start.
So yeah, my new job. After years of not really doing much here, I wanted to actually be useful. And so when Virtue mentioned that she was looking for someone to help Panacea out with medical duties, I volunteered. She's already started showing me the ropes - dressing and stitching wounds (not as messy as I expected, thankfully), and a bit of tidying up the equipment and spaces. I think I'm understanding it pretty well, but I hope my skills won't be really needed for a good while.
27th Granite
I really need to get used to writing in this more often. Anyway, at least I'm doing it now. For pretty much the last month my routine has been pretty regular. In the mourning, I've been learning and practicing medical skills - recently it's been broken bones, with Panacea explaining how to splint a leg so that it doesn't heal wrong. It's sometimes a bit difficult to understand, as she doesn't really have any way of demonstrating, but I think I'm doing pretty well. After that, I tend to head to the great hall for lunch, and to talk to my friends, and in the afternoon I do the daily chores (at the moment just making sure the place is clean, as nopony's in hospital at the moment). It can be quite tiring, but I enjoy it.
3rd Slate
I heard from one of the miner-ponies that there's been some worry about the caverns. Apparently they've heard something moving about in there - something big. I hope we don't have to fight it off - my even with Panacea's teaching, I don't think I'm quite ready to deal with major injuries.
14th Slate
More news about the caverns from the miners - they think there's another thing down there. They're trying to wall off all entrances to the fort though, and that should be enough to keep them out.
22nd Slate
Today Glaze gave birth to a foal - Granite, she called it. I didn't personally help with the procedure, according to Panacea most mares prefer to be seen to by other mares. I did however get to prepare the hospital for it - setting aside a bed and the like. It's nice to get get a role in these things, even if it is pretty minor.
26th Slate
A pony by the name of Spool started acting odd recently - claiming a clothier's workshop and collecting a load of odd materials. I think it's one of those "strange moods". From what I've heard, there's rarely an obvious cause for them, and sometimes the ponies affected by them become incredibly skilled in their area of expertise. I've also heard of what happens if they don't get their work done - they waste away, refusing to eat or drink, or worse, go into an insane rage and berserkly attack anypony that comes near. I hope it turns out alright.
1st Felsite
You know that pony that I mentioned last time, diary? The one who got afflicted with a "mood"? They ended up making a sock. Not a pair of socks, just one. Admittedly it was very pretty, but it wasn't exactly practical - all covered in rings and spikes and shells. Gave me a bit of a laugh at least.
Post by: thetyler101 on January 20, 2012, 10:39:39 am
Name: Grapple
Gender: Male
Species: Earth or unichorn
Profession: Preacher for the Cult of the Two Sisters (previously town dead beat and wrestler)
Personality: A zealous worshiper of a recently founded cult, he left his home village to spread the word of the coming of the god sisters, Celestia and Luna. In previous life he was a drunker, brawler and a thief but was born again as a member of the cult.
Extra info:Short version of belief, two alicorn gods descend to the earth and build an eternal paradise for all pony kind. The cult tends to take a lot of flack for calming all other gods are false or even daemons sent to create havoc. As a sign of devotion, he had his cutie mark branded over with a symbol of a sun on the right and a crescent moon on the left. More than willing to join the militia, but as a wrassler! He needs nothing more than what the sisters blessed him with to strike down the darkness! (perhaps some armor, but that's it!)
Post by: Omicega on January 20, 2012, 11:19:44 am
Post by: Telgin on January 20, 2012, 11:38:06 am
I had originally planned for this fort to be in a sort of alternate universe / before Celestia and Luna, but there's been mention of them already so I don't think it'll be a problem. Or you could just play up like your pony is crazy. Your choice. :)
I can stick him in a militia squad, if you so choose. Would you prefer him be in a formal squad (under Halberd or Naginata), or do you want me to put him in a squad by himself so he can act as a sort of vigilante sallying forth to attack those who attack the fort and his beliefs?
Post by: thetyler101 on January 20, 2012, 11:58:51 am
thetyler101, sure, you can claim somepony. There's an up to date list in the first post that should help you pick somepony.
You can pick any earth pony in the fort you want and rename them, I don't know what you can afford to loose. I'll just play it that he wandered in one day from outside half starved and yelling about his cult. His sanity is about as stable as any religious fanatic. :P
As for militia duties, again your call, but if I had to pick, throw him in his own squad and let him have at them!
Post by: jaxler on January 20, 2012, 04:23:05 pm
"Hmph." She snorts, not fully agreeing. "I hope not. Judging by the noises coming from those caves below - well, suffice to say that I hope those walls we put up never get torn down. And we've been out here for years now, growing by the month - it's almost a certainty somepony will come attacking us sooner or later. At least with something more than just a few thieves."(http://i1135.photobucket.com/albums/m638/bradshja/JaxlerAvatar-1.jpg)
As the silence begins to drag on again, she changes tack.
"So", she gestures at him with a forehoof, "you and your squad leader - Marzipan, Partypan? Whatever his name is - what's with the leather armour and such? Why not cold, hard steel like the rest of us?"
Jaxler looks over to Falcata and says "you mean Partisan? well he probably realized that a ranged unit needs to be able to out maneuver melee forces, and most metal would only slow us down. A good ranged unit needs to be able to keep it's distance and as long as distance is achieved the only thing we need to fear is arrows, witch leather "should" be able to stop.
Jaxler makes a grin and lets out a little laugh and says "man, I personal feel bad for partisan. He lets me in the militia and within a week I knock out a superior officer. I'm amazed he let me off with only prison time and a beating. some captains would have me hung by the neck for such insolence. Jaxler diverts his blood red eyes from Falcata and looks to the stairs and then says "how is your squad doing".
Post by: Omicega on January 20, 2012, 05:56:44 pm
Post by: jaxler on January 20, 2012, 06:12:36 pm
Jaxler looks back at Falcata. He laughs and says "nothing I guess, I'm just a bit over observant. anyhow, I really haven't gotten to talk with Glaive in a wile, well to be honest I don't think I've never really gotten to talk to him. what's he like?"
Post by: Omicega on January 20, 2012, 06:54:12 pm
Post by: zomara0292 on January 20, 2012, 07:26:38 pm
"I know what you mean." Stated Partisan as he took of himself, gently gliding down the stairs, and landing next to Jaxler.
Post by: jaxler on January 20, 2012, 07:41:19 pm
Jaxler was further puzzled by Falcata's response and said "I'm a pegasus". Jaxler then flaps his purple wings when he notices Partisan and says "hay there Partisan, how long have you been lurking on those stairs?" Jaxler then diverts his eyes back to Falcata and says "now ya know why I was starring at the stairs".
Post by: zomara0292 on January 20, 2012, 07:53:04 pm
"Long enough to know that you are still my best, albeit only, soldier. And that I may not have to worry about you as much as we though." With that he slowly moved toward his own tomb.
Post by: Omicega on January 20, 2012, 08:01:04 pm
Post by: jaxler on January 20, 2012, 08:04:46 pm
Jaxler grins and says to Partisan "we'll that's nice of ya to compliment your second in command" he follows partisan into the crypt and says "looks like ya found our room" Jaxler walks in and stops in his tracks as he sees his own coffin his eyes dilated. he says in a fearful voice "finally... I see the monument to my own mortality".
Post by: zomara0292 on January 20, 2012, 08:23:31 pm
"Right." Partisan muttered back, barely keeping his own lips from quivering. He needed little reminding of his own mortality, but hearing Jaxler's fearful tone struck him hard. He had always assumed him to be made out of sterner stuff. That was a wake up call.
Post by: Omicega on January 20, 2012, 08:33:43 pm
Post by: jaxler on January 20, 2012, 09:23:20 pm
Jaxler looked over to his cutie mark and said inaudibly "70 years gone by and I still haven't a clue what a dagger over a cog means", he stops and looks to his captain's face and realizes that his captain is trembling along with him. He looks around and regains his resolve and says "why look at this, here we are an entire squad quivering at our own graves." Jaxler moves further into the room and takes a seat on his coffin and says fearfully "a good soldier can walk into the pits of hell and back, so why should and empty grave stop us in our tracks".
Post by: Omicega on January 23, 2012, 04:41:14 pm
Post by: jaxler on January 23, 2012, 07:09:49 pm
Jaxler responds by saying "your right" he then gets up and says "this place is starting to get a little bit too depressing. why don't we head over to the meeting hall?"
Post by: Powder Miner on January 23, 2012, 07:52:31 pm
((I'm using a repeated strange sound from a monster introduced last update.))
While some of the guard-ponies converse in the tombs, Powder Miner is in the meeting hall trying to steady his nerves. The sounds of the strange monsters in the cavern had been setting him on edge recently, and the repeated sound of a rocky thump (he recognized it from earlier) today had worked him into a panic. He simply didn't know what he would do if one escaped. It'd pound him into dust, and frankly, was terrifying to even think of. Explained why he wasn't managing to steady his nerves.
Post by: Telgin on January 24, 2012, 03:22:12 am
Post by: Omicega on January 24, 2012, 03:31:43 pm
Post by: Dsarker on January 24, 2012, 04:32:04 pm
Arbalest was happy. Good happy. Sound good. Catapult good. Then miner (Arbalest not know name) with colour hair come in hall. Miner shaking. Not good. Bad. Scared. So Arbalest walk to miner and say "What bad scare you?" Arbalest good nice pony like that. Something hurt head. But miner no notice. What hurt? No blood. That good. Arbalest listen to miner response.
Post by: Powder Miner on January 24, 2012, 04:36:36 pm
One of the ponies... uhh... Arbalest, Powder Miner thought his name was, went up to Powder Miner and said something a bit strangely, but Powder Miner could decipher it. He wanted to know why he was scared. "There are.... monsters down there. They're making sounds and are just terrifying. I'm getting scared even to go down there. I mean, the caverns they're in are sealed up nice and tight but..." Powder Miner's voice trailed off.
Post by: Dsarker on January 24, 2012, 04:39:55 pm
Ow ow ow! Long word make Arbalest head hurt! Like other hurt!
Miner was bad scared of monster sound. That made Arbalest sad. He like monster sound. Help him sleep.
Arbalest no know how keep miner happy and monster sound. Wait! Arbalest know!
"Why not chop ear off good? Then no sound!"
Post by: Powder Miner on January 24, 2012, 07:05:32 pm
... ... ... ..."Because... then I'd be deaf. And it would hurt."
Post by: Dsarker on January 24, 2012, 07:18:31 pm
This miner too hard help. Maybe help with catapult. Catapult always help. Catapult help everything. Catapult make all good.
"What about catapult? Make bigger noise. No bad scare!"
Post by: Powder Miner on January 24, 2012, 07:51:19 pm
This Arbalest was a little... weird, Powder Miner decided. And then Arbalest spoke again.
"Catapul-... Hmmmm......."
Post by: Dsarker on January 24, 2012, 08:04:45 pm
See? Arbalest smart. Catapult good. Arbalest know all. Except with Boo. Boo help him. Boo best midget giant space hamster. More smart than Arbalest. Now to set big catapult. Time see leader. Get big catapult acceptance.
Post by: Telgin on January 24, 2012, 08:10:18 pm
Virtue is sitting in her office, humming quietly to herself as she picks through the last of the day's paperwork. More production orders for lots of things. Got to get back on the moat... and build more housing...
She looks up as a blue unicorn enters her office.
"Oh, Arbalest? How can I help you?"
Post by: Dsarker on January 24, 2012, 08:13:16 pm
Virtue good pony. Good leader. Not more good than Boo. But good.
Arbalest know how ask big catapult. Ask like this.
"Big catapult? Please?"
Work every time Arbalest need big catapult.
Post by: Telgin on January 24, 2012, 08:15:10 pm
Virtue raises an eyebrow. "Um. Big catapult? Is... the one you have not big enough?"
Post by: Dsarker on January 24, 2012, 08:16:52 pm
Virtue not smart as Arbalest. Not know big catapult need BIG. Arbalest must correct.
"Need new big catapult for noises."
Post by: Telgin on January 24, 2012, 08:20:01 pm
"Noises? You mean in the caverns?" She wasn't sure she liked where this was going. "Just... how big?"
Post by: Dsarker on January 24, 2012, 08:21:15 pm
If only Boo here. Then simple.
"Big big. For making noise so no more bad scare miner."
Post by: Telgin on January 24, 2012, 08:25:58 pm
Yes, that's exactly what he was talking about. She didn't like the idea of anypony going down there and facing whatever monstrosities there were, but... maybe a catapult behind some sort of fortification might work... it would help calm everypony down if they knew whatever it was was dead at least. She'd feel a lot better.
"Well... I... maybe that could work. The catapult isn't too helpful against the thieves we've been seeing. I'll talk to Mortar and see about maybe getting a safe range set up for you. Then we can see about the catapult."
Post by: Dsarker on January 24, 2012, 08:29:40 pm
Good Virtue. Virtue give catapult. Arbalest like catapult. Catapult good. Then after vanquishing evil, Arbalest learn how fight. All day work.
"Thank."
Why head still hurt when think about Virtue? Head hurt bad. Maybe ask her.
"Why head hurt when think?"
Post by: Telgin on January 24, 2012, 08:32:10 pm
She looks at him, feeling her expression transition to a blank stare as she tries to place just what he's asking.
"I... uh... don't know. Do you need to see Dr. Panacea?"
Post by: Dsarker on January 24, 2012, 09:01:56 pm
Panacea good. Panacea nice. Panacea nice pony. Nicer than- Ouch! Head hurt when think of bad pony.
"Like see Panacea."
Post by: Telgin on January 24, 2012, 09:10:56 pm
(http://i1135.photobucket.com/albums/m638/bradshja/VirtueAvatar.jpg)
"Oh, okay, let's go see her then." Virtue leads them out of her office next door to the hospital.
They find Panacea busying herself sorting the hospital's supplies. She turns and gives them a small smile. "Oh, hello. Is something up?"
Post by: Dsarker on January 24, 2012, 09:13:34 pm
Arbalest like Panacea. Panacea good pony. Like Panacea. Arbalest smile at Panacea.
"Head hurt when think of bad unicorn."
Post by: Telgin on January 24, 2012, 09:17:11 pm
Panacea looks to him with concern in her eyes. "Your head hurts? I can get you something for that, but... who is this bad unicorn?"
Post by: Dsarker on January 24, 2012, 09:18:55 pm
Arbalest try and remember. But head hurt. Head hurt bad. Keep eye on Panacea. Help the pain.
Head hurt bad.
Head hurt bad.
Head hurt bad.
"Hurt too much."
Post by: Telgin on January 24, 2012, 09:22:46 pm
The concern grows on both mares' faces. Panacea raises a hoof to forestall him. "Okay, okay, don't worry about it." She fetches a small bottle of medicine and gives it to him. "Here, this should help your head."
Post by: Dsarker on January 24, 2012, 09:31:41 pm
Panacea good pony. Boo would like her. Boo smart. Boo tell Arbalest "You like this pony. This pony good." Unless he thought Arbalest was silly. Then he say "You crush on this pony. Silly Arbalest."
Arbalest smile. Arbalest take medicine. Arbalest say "Thank." Arbalest say "I like your mane." Arbalest not blush. Why Panacea blush? Blush good? Should Arbalest blush? Is good? Arbalest not know. Boo know. Boo would say "Blush good" or "Blush bad". Arbalest would be okay.
Panacea good pony. Good mane she has. Like Panacea.
Post by: Telgin on January 24, 2012, 09:37:45 pm
Panacea tries to hide the blush. That was... a strange thing to just say. "Um, thank you." She motions at the medicine and adds, "If that doesn't help, come back and see me. I've got a few other things I can give you."
Post by: Dsarker on January 24, 2012, 09:39:52 pm
Boo smart. Need Boo. Need Boo help. How act Panacea? Boo real smart. He help. Need Boo. Where Boo?
Post by: Telgin on January 25, 2012, 02:15:24 am
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Virtue's Diary - 3rd Felsite, 255
Today turned out to be quite interesting. A new pony wandered into Dawnpick this morning, wearing strange robes and hemming random ponies up while he went on at length about one thing or another. I managed to avoid him, but from what I gather he's a preacher of some sort and is trying to convert ponies to worship of the Sisters. As long as he doesn't cause too much disruption, I suppose it won't be an issue, and from what I hear from Harvest Moon he offered to help out at the fields.
I'll keep my eye (and Harvest Moon's eye) on him. We've managed to get by with quite little trouble out here so far, and I hope he doesn't start some.
8th Felsite, 255
The miners are still uneasy about heading underground to do much, so instead I asked them to take some time and clear out the huge mound of dirt in front of Dawnpick. Halberd thinks it's a security risk anyway, as somepony could maybe jump our moat from the hills. A mishap would spell their doom, so I'm not so sure, but it is a bit of an eyesore. All of the miners went off to work on it, and they made a fair bit of progress by the time I left my office this afternoon.
Powder Miner is now a talented miner... he'll be legendary before you know it!
10th Felsite, 255
Hickory gave birth early this morning, just after midnight. She was the cutest little unicorn filly. The parents named her Patina for her green fur. Maybe she'll end up making bronze statues someday and live up to her name? Either way, the parents will be taking a little while off to recover, which I gladly gave them.
13th Felsite, 255
A bit busy today. A badger pony thief must have been stalking the caravans leaving Dawnpick, and the guard caught up this morning. The shouting was pretty intense, but by the time the militia got there they found that the macepony guarind the caravan took care of the thief without a scratch. We offered to get him checked up by Panacea, but he refused and soldiered off after the caravan. Where there's one thief, there's another, so I took the opportunity to make sure all of the militia were back onto their regular schedules. Partisan and Jaxler have been put on high alert in case another thief shows up.
Otherwise, around midday, Ocean Breeze gave birth to a pegasus filly the parents named Dizzy. I'm not sure where the name came from, but she was an energetic little thing, and I'm sure she'll go far. Ocean Breeze still hasn't returned to fishing, since we haven't had time to work on the enclosed pier in favor of finishing the moat, so she should have plenty of time with her new foal. If it doesn't look like we'll get that done soon, I may offer her something else to keep her occupied.
I'm also happy to note that I saw Falcata and Glaive conversing some more out by the well. They seem to be hitting it off very nicely now. It's good to see the militia ponies getting along so well, I was worried that they'd all become grim and morose training and fighting so much. I'm happy I was wrong!
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Not lovers yet, but maybe one day!
17th Felsite, 255
Another tragedy struck Dawnpick just a few hours ago. I'm very upset about this... I thought things were going well and that this would never have to happen again... but it has.
Two thieves attacked us this morning. Chic and Powder Miner were busying themselves leveling the field out in front of Dawnpick when they struck. Thank goodness the two of them managed to run in time. Partisan and Jaxler flew out to engage the thieves, but while they chased one off, the other followed Chic back inside. He cornered her in the trade depot while everypony ran for their lives.
I was leaving my office by this time, with all the commotion, and I saw Naginata leading her soldiers over to deal with it. I could see they wouldn't make it in time. It was thus I was totally shocked that Chic struck out with her pick, seriously wounding the thief and knocking him out with considerable skill.
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Naginata's soldiers arrived then, and Kukri slew the thief with a single stroke of her axe.
I only wish the next thief had been dealt with so easily.
A third thief lurked outside the walls all day and just a few hours ago, using dusk as cover, he flew over the walls and tried to sneak into the houses against the east wall. Barley must have been entering his home at that time... I didn't see it... but when they found his body, the thief had cut his head off. The only other time I've felt such a combination of nausea, sorrow and wrath was when Brook was killed by the other thief.
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Decapitated in a single swipe by a dagger. Just as bad as a whip...
Partisan and Jaxler chased him off, flying after him into the moat. Halberd and Naginata brought their ponies to the fight as soon as everypony could be roused, but the thief had a large headstart. Partisan shot him a few times, from what he said, but the thief wouldn't go down. It was only after Stiletto caught up to him by flying over the walls that he was stopped. She tore his sorry hide apart, if Partisan's report is accurate. I believe it is.
Jaxler was stabbed in the wing during the fight, somehow. He's currently in the hospital, but Panacea doesn't think it's bad. He should recover well.
I just feel sick about this... Barley was well liked by everypony here. His fiance Sushi was devastated. I thought of him fondly too. He was also an amazing leatherworker and our best brewer. I don't even want to think about replacing him right now.
Glyph was actually unhappy after this happened. Guess they were good friends? Not sure if you want to run with that or not.
20th Felsite, 255
We buried Barley yesterday. The second pony to lose a life here in five years. We must do something to strengthen our defenses. The moat must be finished soon. Maybe we need more for the guard? I just don't know.
At least Jaxler has recovered and left the hospital. Panacea said he'll make a full recovery very soon, and he's back to work training with Partisan.
1st Hematite, 255
The moat is finally coming together. We have a few pumps built and we're working on getting an aqueduct set up to deliver water to the moat. The problem there though is that there are holes in the natural channels that we'll have to patch, and I've diverted all of the masons to do just that. It's going to take time, but we have to work as fast as we can. Once we get that finished, at least we'll only have to defend a single point on the ground. Maybe whenever somepony goes outside to cut wood or mine Partisan and Jaxler will have to go protect them. I'll discuss it with them when I get a chance.
7th Hematite, 255
Marbles and Cinder came into my office today, with very troubled looks on their faces. They say they caught a glimpse of the creatures in the caverns below. Monstrous and twisted... but they didn't get a good look. I'll send the masons back down to take a look at plugging any holes. The moat can wait for that.
I'm not sure what the deal was. The caverns are all well sealed and I verified that there's no way for any FBs to get to the surface. They kept giving me spam in the mine's stairwell... maybe the bottom of the stairs is open somewhere I can't see.
After that, Arbalest came into my office. He seemed troubled too and I wasn't surprised to find him mentioning the creatures too. He wanted to set up another catapult down there to shoot at them though. I'm not crazy about the idea, but if it gets rid of the monsters he's welcome to try. I haven't sent the masons down there yet, maybe we can build a safe firing range for him somehow?
And I'm worried about that pony. He was complaining of strange things and a headache, so I took him over to see Panacea. She gave him some medicine, but he still seemed quite off. I hope he doesn't become a danger to anypony. Maybe I shouldn't give him a catapult afterall...
17th Hematite, 255
Fortunately, nopony else has come running to me about monsters below. The masons are currently looking at setting up that firing range, but there don't seem to be any good locations.
In other news, Carmine's term as mayor ended today, and Alum took his place. She's a friendly and outgoing pony, so I'm sure she'll do well. Everypony seems to like her, and I think she's competent enough.
3rd Malachite, 255
Detergent gave birth today. It was a cut little earth pony colt with blue fur, and the parents named him Azurite. A fitting name I think. I gave the parents some time off, but Detergent hasn't had a whole lot to do lately anyway. She made some soap for the hospital recently, but otherwise she's mostly been minding her children. I think giving her some time to recover is in order though.
Post by: Omicega on January 25, 2012, 06:29:13 pm
Post by: jaxler on January 25, 2012, 07:25:06 pm
Jaxler's journal.
4th Felsite, 255
I was sharing a drink with one of my drinking buddies and he told me that yesterday a new pony came to town and his name is Grapple. The pony apparently went around town
13th Felsite, 255
Another damned thief tried to rob us again. He was probably smart enough to realize that a caravan was loaded with riches, but he was dumb enough to attack an armored guard. By the time we got there the poor thing had been eviscerated.
14th of Felsite, 255
Today I shared a great conversation in the mausoleum with Falcata and Partisan. I was drinking with one of my palls then guy had a few too many bottles of rum when he told me that the extra rooms down in the mausoleum were for the militia. I decided to go down and take a look.
once down there I ran into Falcata. she seemed very angry to see me at first but we talked it out, turns out she's actually a nice pony. Half way trough our conversation Partisan decided to join in. Then I wondered into me and Partisans room and I let slip my fear of death. I tried to regain my composure as quickly as possible, but I think partisan realized I was afraid.
17th Felsite, 255
Today was bad. I'm currently writing from the hospital. I'm personal ashamed about my performance today. we were doing routine training when we were told that our squad was deployed. Me and Partisan were sent out to kill a few thieves. partisan and I scared one off but wile we were doing so another thief cornered Chic.Thank goodness she was armed with an iron pick, because if she didn't have that pick I fear that she wouldn't have been able to avoid death. Naginata's soldiers showed up and were merciful enough to offer the creature a quick death.
A half hour wen't by and we dropped our guard, then third thief showed up and before anypony knew the thief even existed he snuck up on poor Barley and executed him in a single swipe. Partisan and I flew after the monster, partisan managed to get a few shots off and and and a few of them hit the murderer. I walked up to the injured monster, I assumed that the thief had been crippled and was going to kill him when he jumped up and stabbed me. I was fast enough to keep him from stabbing my neck but he did succeed in stabbing my wing and making it impossible to fly. I would have died if Stiletto hadn't shown up. After intervening she impaled the thief and sliced his hide apart. I'm disgraced that I had to be saved by a damned alicorn, and that we, the militia, allowed a civilian die in our place.
20th Felsite, 255
I just got released from the hospital, after they made sure I was healing and that my wing wasn't getting infected.Turns out I'll have an intimidating scare on my wing. They also buried poor Barley today. I wish I could have made it to his funeral. I decided to place some flowers on his tomb afterwards, it's the least I could do for failing to protect him.
Post by: Dsarker on January 25, 2012, 09:05:36 pm
Arbalest like hall. Hall have lot of booze. Boo tell Arbalest booze no good for thinking, but Arbalest leave thinking to Boo anyway.
Then white pegasus mare come in hall. Mare soldier. Boo would know name, but Boo not here. Arbalest miss Boo. Maybe pegasus know where Boo is? Or can remember bad unicorn who took Boo away. Arbalest talk to pegasus.
Post by: thetyler101 on January 25, 2012, 09:14:13 pm
Missionary Log
Felsite, 255
It has been a long road I have walked. A long, Long road. Full of hardships and tests of faith, But with a prayer on my lips and the love of the sisters in my heart it has all been worth while. At least it will. Hopefully.
My 17 month long trek is at an end in the settlement of Dawnpick. A fairly small walled town of about 40 or so ponies, its not that much smaller than the town I was born it. That was a long time ago though. I can't help but think back on what I was like back then, a brawler, a drunker, a thief and liar and -
Just as they opened my eyes to the true goddesses of the world, I will show these kind ponies as well!
From what I hear, they are plagued by thieves and bandits of all sorts. Well, I can help more than there souls! I was quite the fighter in my day and though I'm a bit rusty right now I can still though a mean buck. I don't need to use any of there weapons or armor. Leave them for ponies who need them. All I need is what the sisters graced me with!
With the rays of Celestia's sun as my spear and sword! With Luna's moon as my shield! My armor, the stars and rainbows of the sky! None with evil in there heart can stand to the harmony of the faithful!
For now however, they have me tilling the small farms here. It's peaceful work, slow, like the gardens back at the temple. I even have time to talk to the others here and spread the good word. Few if any seem to listen, but I will not be hindered on my holy task. After all, the book of harmony states 'A harmonious pony knows that the road is only traveled with one step at a time' (Rain 5:12). Perhaps I should ask the mare in charge here for permission to build a smell chapel. Virtue I believe her name was. A good name for a good pony.
I must go now, for there is still much to be done! It is time once again to spread the love of the Two Sisters and the good news in The Book of Harmony!
Post by: Omicega on January 26, 2012, 01:59:30 pm
Post by: Dsarker on January 26, 2012, 03:07:21 pm
Boo always say "Be nice to mares. And stallions. And colts and fillies. Just be nice." Boo always smart like that. Arbalest miss Boo.
"Hi mare." Arbalest no remember mare name. But mare cute anyway. Arbalest like mares. Arbalest just not like evil unicorn. If only Arbalest could remember name.
"Catapult good. How..." Arbalest struggled to remember. What mare's job?
"How your job?" he settled for. Boo would approve.
Post by: Omicega on January 26, 2012, 03:54:45 pm
Post by: KingStrongbeard on January 26, 2012, 04:41:13 pm
Glaive has had a rough day. Every injury and every death on his watch stings, and the recent beheading was no different. He'd been in the barracks all morning sparing with some of the less experienced recruits. He was desperately trying to take his mind off how the militia had failed Barley, how he'd failed him, but the newer recruits couldn't provide much interesting sparing and that was only worsening his mood.
He left training earlier than he normally would have and headed over to the dinning hall. Without taking in his surroundings he went and poured himself a pint of grog, and turned to survey the room. He saw Falcata talking to that blue unicorn stallion, he couldn't remember his name but knew he was the one that worked the catapult.
He took his drink and went to sit next to Falcata, he quickly kissed her cheek as he sat down and said to both of them,
"Afternoon. What are you two talking about?"
Post by: Dsarker on January 26, 2012, 04:42:20 pm
Arbalest no good at thingy. Body thingy. That what Boo help Arbalest with. Arbalest think Boo say "Mare needs hug. She no feeling good." Arbalest no know why mare no feeling good. Arbalest just do what Boo say. Boo know more than Arbalest.
Arbalest hug mare. "Why you no feeling good?" he ask.
Post by: Omicega on January 26, 2012, 05:28:22 pm
Post by: Dsarker on January 26, 2012, 05:32:07 pm
Some times Arbalest really needed Boo. This one of those times. Boo know what to say.
Arbalest says nothing. No know what to say.
Post by: KingStrongbeard on January 26, 2012, 06:48:57 pm
"Hi Glaive," she replies, perking up a bit. "Just talking about...well, today." Falcata finishes rather lamely, not really knowing how to phrase it.
(http://dl.dropbox.com/u/41621737/GlaiveAvatarDorfbeard.jpg)
"Ah, I understand. I was just over at the barracks, uh, working out some frustration. Anyway," Glaive turns to face the blue stallion in front of him, "who's your friend?"
Post by: Omicega on January 26, 2012, 07:12:20 pm
Post by: Powder Miner on January 26, 2012, 07:32:13 pm
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Walking into the dining areas, it was clear that Powder Miner was terrified. Sitting down alone at a table he began musing to himself quietly. "Beasts underground, thiefs up here... is it safe anywhere?"
Post by: KingStrongbeard on January 26, 2012, 07:51:26 pm
Glaive summons up some forced cheeriness and introduces himself to the blue unicorn.
"Nice to meet you Arbalest, my name is Glaive, I serve in the militia under Commander Halberd. I've seen you work the catapult, you're a good shot with it, though I pray we never have a target large enough to need it. Though if you could take care of whatever it is making those sounds in the cavern, we'd all be thankful."
Post by: Dsarker on January 26, 2012, 08:38:34 pm
Ponies use long word. Arbalest no understand. So Arbalest nod and smile. Boo say that work always.
Post by: zomara0292 on January 27, 2012, 06:51:43 am
Walking into the dining areas, it was clear that Powder Miner was terrified. Sitting down alone at a table he began musing to himself quietly. "Beasts underground, thiefs up here... is it safe anywhere?"(http://i44.tinypic.com/11901v9.jpg)
Partisan was not too far from Powder Miner when he overheard his statement. "Its safe where we eat." Thinking to himself, 'At least for now.' He had been working himself to death after the beheading, hoping that next time he could land the killing blow and not watch his own partner nearly become someone else he failed to protect. But for now, he was taking a break, being sure not to wear himself out, just in case they got called up again. "Care for a drink?"
Post by: KingStrongbeard on January 27, 2012, 10:44:27 am
Glaive stands waiting for Arbalest to say something to continue the conversation. The sense of awkward silence is growing. Glaive decides that he must do something to break it.
"So, uh, where are you from Arbalest? What brought you to Dawnpick?"
Post by: bukitodinos on January 28, 2012, 07:20:48 pm
Post by: Dsarker on January 28, 2012, 09:13:47 pm
Arbalest no know what stallion mean. Boo know where Arbalest from. Arbalest leave thinking to Boo.
"Boo know. Arbalest no know. Arbalest must leave."
Arbalest make grace exit. Arbalest good at that.
Post by: KingStrongbeard on January 28, 2012, 09:27:08 pm
Glaive stares in confusion as he watches Arbalest just walk away. "What a strange pony," he mumbles.
(End Scene? Unless Omicega has something to add or wants to have Falcata talk to Glaive.)
Post by: Telgin on January 28, 2012, 10:37:33 pm
can i have Castiron Male Pegasus Blacksmith?
Sure thing, I'll get all of his info up when I update the fort Monday or Tuesday.
Post by: bukitodinos on January 29, 2012, 08:17:44 am
can i have Castiron Male Pegasus Blacksmith?
Sure thing, I'll get all of his info up when I update the fort Monday or Tuesday.
thx man
Post by: Omicega on January 29, 2012, 04:26:19 pm
Post by: Telgin on February 01, 2012, 02:20:19 am
Castiron's information:
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Virtue's Diary - 23rd Malachite, 255
Glaze was the next pony to be possessed by whatever madness this is that drives us to create these strange, artifacts, for lack of a better term. She wandered off to one of the craftspony's workshops, a blank stare on her face and nothing but curious mumbling from her mouth. I've asked Partisan to keep a watch on her. I saw he put Jaxler up to the task this afternoon, but she seems to be finding everything she needs.
26th Malachite, 255
I was sort of expecting something like this to happen eventually, but Grapple finally came to me today. He asked for some of the settlement's resources to be used to build a small church to the Two Sisters. From what I've seen, there are a few ponies who are following along with what he has to say, and he doesn't seem to be causing undue disruption. I told him that I could probably arrange for that. If it helps boost everypony's spirits, I don't really see the harm. We could all use some help when tragedy strikes, like it did with Barley in such recent memory.
However, that's the problem. We've got to focus on keeping the badger pony thieves out, and to that end we have to employ the moat as soon as possible. All of our masons are busy working on it, and we don't have wood to spare for a church right now. I told him I'd look into it as soon as the moat is ready. That's going to be a few months yet, I'm afraid. Probably not in time to stop the thieves before the next round of them arrive.
5th Galena, 255
Glaze started working on her project today. She snatched up quite a bit of things, so I'm quite curious what it is she'll produce. Partisan doesn't think she's a risk, and I agree, so he and Jaxler have gone back to their regular duties of training and patrolling the walls.
7th Galena, 255
Glaze finished her project today. It's an amulet made of prickle berry wood she calls Noosetarnish. The name is somewhat disconcerting, but she doesn't seem to mind wearing it around. It's an interesting piece, that's for sure.
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While she was working on that though, the militia were scoping out the caverns a bit. Halberd and Naginata have expressed their concerns with things getting worse down there and it eventually becoming impossible to secure them ever again if we needed them. That, and Arbalest did want to set up a catapult down there. They didn't bump into anything nasty, but we've found a few possible places to set up firing ranges where we might be able to take out the larger monsters safely.
I'm still working out the details.
13th Galena, 255
As I expected, more thieves turned up before the moat could be finished. It's so, so close, but not quite there yet. The aqueduct isn't ready yet.
I'm pleased to say that nopony lost their lives today at least, although we didn't get by without injuries. Mortar saw the first thief approaching from the south as she was laying out bricks for the moat. Immediately she and everypony else working the moat rushed back inside, and we put our new security measures to the test. We sounded the alarm, and immediately everypony dropped what they were doing and hurried underground into the food stockpiles.
Meanwhile the militia and guard took up positions at the gate and dining hall. There was no way for the thieves to get to any civilians without going through them first, and they waited. Of course, I was underground at the time, so I didn't see everything that happened. Thus I asked the captains to give me action reports of what they saw. I'm glad I wasn't up there to see it, based on what I've read.
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After Action Report (Captain Naginata) - 13th Galena, 255
The warning went out as planned, and it served its purpose. Everypony ran for their lives to the safety of the food storage below ground, while we rushed off to the gate. That was the theory, and it mostly worked.
Unfortunately, Glaze and her son Granite were outside when the alert went out. One of the thieves bumped into them and snatched the foal, so we dropped our formation and galloped after him. Captain Partisan and Jaxler caught up to him first, of course, since they weren't held back by heavy armor. They managed to ground the theif and rescue Granite, and afterward they started engaging him in melee with their crossbows.
Captain Partisan took a few shallow cuts to the stomach and leg, but he wasn't badly wounded. We arrived just as Jaxler put the thief down again, and Falcata was the first to reach him. With a single stroke of her axe, his head came off. Good riddance.
We rushed back to the gate, where we ran into another thief just as he was skirting the traps at the bridge. Sarissa was the first into the fight this time, where she took a dagger to the chest. If she doesn't, I'm going to thank Billows personally for that peytral, as it stopped the dagger. I didn't see who finished the thief off, but when I looked back he was in a number of pieces, tumbling into the dry moat.
Sarissa staggered around a bit, clutching at her chest and coughing horribly. The dagger didn't penetrate, but I was worried she'd broken a rib, especially when she started coughing up blood, but she insisted that she could fight on. It turned out she'd only bruised a lung, but I probably shouldn't have let her fight on. Next time I won't.
Things got more interesting with the third and final thief. How he got past us I'm not sure, but for some reason that blathering fool named Grapple came charging for him, shouting nonsense and leapt upon it. They fought for a while, and while Grapple managed to get a few kicks in, he mostly ended up breaking two hooves and passing out. At least it got him out of our way. Glaive and Falcata laid into the thief then. Glaive's strike managed to spill some of his innards into the trade depot (empty, thankfully), while Falcata's strike bashed some of his teeth out.
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He passed out after that, and it was a simple matter to take his head off with another axe strike.
Captain Partisan went off to get his cuts looked at after that, but that Grapple woke up and staggered off back to the fields, claiming he was fine. He was bleeding from his hooves, but refused to go tothe hospital. We left him at that, no point trying to help somepony if they won't help themselves.
Not sure why he didn't go to the hospital at first, he just sort of stood there and puked up his lunch while On Break for a while.
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Virtue's Diary - 19th Galena, 255
After the excitement a few days ago, I was glad to see a zebra caravan on the horizon. I traded a lot of well made stone crafts for a tidy sum of food, drink, cloth, leather and a lime tree for our orchard. I think I'm going to see about populating that orchard a bit more. Carrots and celery are nice, but a little fruit spices things up a lot. And some lime wine sounds nice too!
1st Limestone, 255
I went by the hospital to check up on Partisan today, but he was already gone. Wool told me that his cuts weren't bad at all, and a few stitches later he was on his way. I did see Grapple in there though. I was wondering where he'd gone to. Apparently he tried to join the militia in their fight and got pretty banged up. Wool told me he should be fine though, although his hooves looked pretty bad.
I'll keep an eye on him. He's a bit strange, but I don't want anything bad to happen to anypony.
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He didn't put up too much of a fight, but if he lives through many more of these attacks, he should be able to strangle and snap joints like a pro! I really expected him to take a dagger to the head, but he didn't, thankfully. I think a leather hood is in order, should help if that does happen.
And another short update Thursday or so I hope.
Post by: bukitodinos on February 01, 2012, 07:34:29 am
Castiron's random arrangement of random notes
well i'm in the medicinal bay because i drooped a hot coal on myself and there seems to be fighting outside.well i hope balsa is fine, why did i sign up to be black smith when im this clumsy? oh thats right i know my iron well. doctor said i need sleep so this is going to be a short entry
Post by: thetyler101 on February 01, 2012, 02:11:45 pm
Missionary Log
Felsite, 255
A great tragedy has struck my new home. A hardworking pony of this fair village has been struck down. May he rise to live in the eternal glory of the sisters, and my his murderers be stuck down to the fiery deeps of HELL!!
I shall not stand idly by and watch as others are killed by these Discord spawned monsters! I will fight! With strong faith and strong body, I will succeed!
There is but one silver lining in this tragedy, in that some ponies of the fort have come to me for council on things spiritual. From them, I hope to grow a herd of faithful to the two sisters. Of them, the lone alicorn Stiletto seemed particularly interested. I am not surprised given the prejudice against her kind. An alicorn goddess must seem quite appealing to her, given all other 'gods' (and I use that term loosely) are of the other races. It is nice to have ponies listen to me now. Before only the trees would listen to my sermons, and even then they would wander away before i finished. Who knew apple trees could be so rude?
Malachite, 255
Finally found the time to speak to Ms. Virtue about building a chapel to the sisters. She said that the moat must be completed first, and I understand completely! The safety of the town is of top concern! I just hope she will not forget my request, as it will still be some time till the moat is completed. I am sure everything will be fine till then though.
Galena, 255
I am a failure.
An utter wast of a pony. May the sisters pity me and forgive me, though I deserve none of there forgiveness.
The bests that plage this town came again, and I had thought to go out and meet them, to help defend the town. But I was struck down by the beast, and I hardly hurt the thing before it stabbed me and, like the worthless foal I am, gave into pain and fainted. I will not ask these ponies for aid with my hoof, the pain helps remind me of why I failed. The answer is as obvious as the snout on my face, I Lack Faith!
Glorious Celestia! Sweet Luna! Forgive me! I am unworthy of thine love. From this day, mine worship of thine glory will be twice-fold! I will build you a temple of thine faithful if I must scrape it from the earth with my own shattered hooves!
There Will Be Done!!
Post by: Jackknife402 on February 01, 2012, 03:09:38 pm
Post by: Telgin on February 01, 2012, 03:31:54 pm
Post by: Jackknife402 on February 01, 2012, 03:42:03 pm
Post by: jaxler on February 01, 2012, 05:18:51 pm
Jaxler's journal, 23rd Malachite, 255
Well today was rather uneventful. Partisan had me guard Glaze all day long. She kept muttering random words and kept on acting strange. I personally think she might be a bit insane. The most mundane part was that all I did was sit there, She wouldn't even let me help her haul stuff. Also I can hear Grapple preach from her workshop. I wonder how fun these next couple days are gonna be...
25th Malachite, 255
I hate sitting out there and making sure Glaze doesn't go insane and kill anypony. It wouldn't be so bad if I didn't have to listen to damn grapple preach about the "holy sisters". I can't believe I just haft to sit there and listen to him rant on about the how they will bring us salvation. I may not like where I am now, but I don't need an alicorn to "save me" from myself. Right after my shift guarding Glaze was over I went to meeting hall and drank my annoyance away.
5th Galena, 255
I finally get to stop guarding Glaze. These last couple days have been hell for me. On the 26th I had to sit there with a freaking hang over wile Grapple just rambled on and on about "the sisters". I'd take another beating from stiletto just to buck him in the face. I think I need to do something about his illogical nonsense, I feel bad that he's actually convincing a few ponies that what hes Speeking is righteous. I'm also a bit steamed that there gods are alicorns.
7th Galena, 255
Glaze finished her project today. She made an amulet. it looks so high quality, glaze must be amazing at woodcrafting to do something like this. Its so amazing it almost makes up for listening to grapple wile I sat outside her workshop.
13th Galena, 255
In all my time in the militia I've bucked an alicorn across a room, been beaten by the same alicorn, and had my wing stabbed but today what we did made up for all of that. We saved poor Granite from a thief who was about to snatch him away. me and Partisan had to beat the thief with our crossbows (which are actually decent makeshift hammers) until Falcata showed up and beheaded the snatcher. I just feel great after saving a poor little foal.
19th Galena, 255
Well we bought a lime tree today. Witch actually seems to be a very VERY good thing. I hear that lime wine taste pretty decent and whenever the booze variety gets bigger my day gets that much better. They also bought some other random stuff, but nothing nearly as interesting.
Post by: Telgin on February 04, 2012, 03:32:44 pm
Post by: L1wW on February 04, 2012, 07:53:09 pm
Post by: Jackknife402 on February 04, 2012, 08:06:21 pm
Post by: jaxler on February 04, 2012, 11:50:40 pm
Jaxler was tired after a day of drills and practice and had finally gotten into bed. He was finally on the edge of slumber and was about to allow the the annoyances of another average day fade away as he slept. But just as Jaxler had finally slipped into his dreams a loud BOOM came up from the darkness below. The sound had effectively woken Jaxler and startled him so badly that he fell out of his bed. He was mad for this had not been the first time that a sound from below had awoken him in the middle of the night. He got up and said to himself "When the hell are we gonna do something about those abominations". He walked outside and flew himself to Virtue's office. He knocked on the office door and said "hay, I'd like to file a complaint".
Post by: Telgin on February 05, 2012, 12:04:10 am
Hey can I claim Granite? And could you mold him into a Mechanic and/or blacksmith/wood burner when he becomes an adult? If it's not too much trouble that is. And thanks for reading all of this, if you did; and sorry for babbling on like a moron...
Not a problem!
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Virtue looks up from the paper work she'd been poring over late into the night. She steps over and opens the door to find Jaxler standing there, a not amused expression on his face.
"Oh, Jaxler... what's the problem?" she says, motioning for him to come in.
Post by: jaxler on February 05, 2012, 12:41:24 am
Jaxler walks in and replies with "these monsters in the caverns are becoming a problem. They're keeping us from getting anymore wood, there loud, they're about to cause Powder Miner to have a mental break down, and most importantly there a safety hazard. So that's my complaint. also I'd love to know what the hell we're gonna do about those twisted abominations and if there is a plan to kill them, please don't tell me it involves the militia charging in and suffering massive casualties."
Post by: L1wW on February 05, 2012, 01:36:27 am
Post by: zomara0292 on February 05, 2012, 01:50:30 am
Post by: Telgin on February 05, 2012, 02:09:46 am
Virtue pauses with indecision. "Yes... the problem has been weighing on my mind a lot lately. Everypony seems pretty worried about them." She returns to her desk and pulls out a map of the caverns. "I've been trying to think up a decent plan of getting rid of them, but so far I haven't come up with much." Probably not best to mention Arbalest's plan to move a catapult down there. Not yet at least.
She makes a small gesture to Jaxler. "I've actually been thinking you and Partisan might be able to help more than the militia..."
Post by: jaxler on February 05, 2012, 02:25:21 pm
Jaxler's was less frustrated after hearing that there were making some sort of a plan to kill the monsters, but was curious to know what she intended for him and partisan "so, how exactly do you expect me and partisan to fight these monster's without us getting killed and or hospitalized."
his eye's widen as he realizes a bigger concern "and how do you expect us to get in the caverns without taking down the walls?"
Post by: Telgin on February 05, 2012, 02:53:22 pm
"I have no doubt Halberd or Naginata would lead their mares and stallions down there to face whatever it is, but I agree with you that going up against such large and terrible foes up close is a bad idea." She smiles and raises a hoof as if to fire an invisible crossbow. "That's why I think you and Partisan can help. You two are trained with those crossbows. I've been thinking of ways to get you into positions in the caverns where you can fire at them without worrying about getting too close."
Her smile fades a bit as she ponders his next question. "The walls will be a bit of a problem... so far they're the only thing keeping us safe. I've been thinking about having the masons carve some fortifications into them so you'd be able to fire at any enemies from a safe position."
She takes a look at the unfurled map on her desk and frowns. "There are a few problems with that though... the positioning is going to be tricky... and you're only two ponies..."
Post by: jaxler on February 05, 2012, 03:32:50 pm
Jaxler makes a grin and says "its good to know that you wouldn't send the militia on a suicide mission." Jaxler paused for a second as he thought heavily and said aloud " it's possible that me and partisan could kill them from fortifications but that would take months. so new recruits would appear to be the best solution." Jaxler chuckles and says "so long as none of them try to take the rank of second in command from me"
Jaxler looks on the map of the caverns. he notices a small x and the word catapult and says "so... what is that X on the map for?"
Post by: Telgin on February 05, 2012, 03:52:29 pm
Virtue frowns and sighs. "Arbalest... suggested we move a catapult down to the caverns. Seems he wanted to try his hoof at taking out the creatures down there himself." She looks up to Jaxler and adds, "He's been... well, I'm not sure a catapult is going to do a whole lot of good. Especially in the closed quarters. A ballista would be better... but even then I'm not sure."
She shrugs. "It might be worth a try though. Either way, I think you're right about the lack of help. We need to get a few more ponies to help you and Partisan out. If nothing else, the two of you alone can't keep the entire settlement under surveillance." She thinks back to the untimely ends of Brook and Barley, but refrains from mentioning the incidents. Neither were the fault of the guard.
Post by: zomara0292 on February 05, 2012, 04:11:27 pm
Partisan knocked on the door. He thought he had figured it out. A way to potentially Stop the racket from the cavern, without too much risk of lives.
"Virtue, I wanted to run an idea by you, if you don't mind." It was so simple, he didn't know what he hadn't thought of it before.
Post by: jaxler on February 05, 2012, 04:16:13 pm
Jaxler's facial expression hardened as he said "Virtue, why wasn't I informed about this when I asked you my initial question, I prefer my leader to tell me the full truth". but Before Jaxler could continue he was interrupted my a knocking on the the office door. Jaxler then heard a voice and said "heya partisan".
Post by: Telgin on February 05, 2012, 04:21:33 pm
She smiles sheepishly and replies, "Well, Jaxler... I'm still not sure about the catapult... I mean if we do go through with it I'd let you know, of course..."
The knock at the door interrupts her attempts at defending herself. She beckons Partisan to enter and asks, "Oh? What's on your mind?
Post by: zomara0292 on February 05, 2012, 04:30:01 pm
"A bridge." He replied, quite proud of himself. "Well, two bridges."
With that, he looked up, trying to figure out how to continue, knowing he should have rehearsed this.
"I got the idea while watching the moat get dug out. I figured, the purpose of a mote was to keep things out, right? So why not just dig an empty one that traps the beast in one area. If we do it right, we can just take our time making pot shots at it until it falls. As a bonus, we will also have a slightly safer gateway into the caverns when we are done."
((OCC: Do you think I can have a list of Partisan's friends? I want to see something else for future reference.))
Post by: jaxler on February 05, 2012, 04:37:25 pm
Jaxler looked over to partisan and said "Seems like a decent idea partisan, but it would require tearing down the walls". but Jaxler was still not completely happy with Virtue's response and said to her " I asked you a question, you said you would answer it. You withheld information. So, as my leader I expect you to give me all the information I ask for. If I can trust you with my life you should be willing to trust me with the full truth."
((I'd like his friend's list as well. It would help next time a pony dies.))
Post by: zomara0292 on February 05, 2012, 04:47:56 pm
Partison nodded at Jaxler's compliment, but backed up a bit, keeping his eyes on Virtue. He noted that, what ever it was that he interrupted, it was making Jaxler angry, and him more curious.
Post by: Telgin on February 05, 2012, 05:52:51 pm
(http://i1135.photobucket.com/albums/m638/bradshja/VirtueAvatar.jpg)
Virtue sighs and places a hoof against her face. "I'm sorry Jaxler. Arbalest suggested moving the catapult down to the caverns, but I wasn't sold on the idea yet and so didn't think it was important to even bring it up. I'd intended to bring it up with the militia and guard before I did anything."
She looks over to Partisan and adds, "That actually sounds like a pretty good idea. It would be faster than building new walls if we wanted to expand our hold of the caverns." She pauses in thought and takes another look at her map. "The only problem would be the flying things... I believe Diamond Shard or Chic mentioned hearing some flying around down there... we'll have to be careful about that."
Post by: zomara0292 on February 05, 2012, 06:14:21 pm
Partison nodded in appreciation. That was actually quite a big hole in his plan that she had found. But she had liked it and said she would consider it, which was enough for him. The mentioning of a catapult struck him as humorous, causing him to exhale deeply. Maybe they could use it. As inaccurate as those things were, sometimes they still can help. It always is a boost of moral to see those large, clunky machines flinging rocks into the distance.
"I will see if I can think of any way to fix the flyer portion of the problem. As for the catapult, do you have any idea of how we could use it? I mean specific ideas. I, for one, see it good for moral, but not much else. Never have seen them hit anything."
Post by: jaxler on February 05, 2012, 06:16:07 pm
Jaxler was happy with Virtue's response. "so they can fly? hmm... there ability to fly might actually make this easier. In-fact what if we dug out a hole from the roof of the cavern. only the flying ones would be able to come through. we could fight off the flying ones from there and with them out of the way a we could your plan. also if things were to go wrong with your plan would still be left with fewer monsters to fight."
Jaxler eyes widened as remembered a vital fact about the bests "But there is another problem with the plan. according the the rumors going around these bests have poison. for all I know it could just cause mild dizziness, or it could rot you entire right side off... or worse. also partisan, how would you feel if somepony were to die down there? cause right now, it would be our faults.
Post by: zomara0292 on February 05, 2012, 06:23:06 pm
"Thats the purpose of a plan, to make a fight as one-sided as possible." Partison replied.
"But you do have a good point. If they have poison and we don't plan for it, we are sending valuable lives to die, and that is in no way acceptable."
Post by: Telgin on February 05, 2012, 06:30:28 pm
Virtue takes in a sharp breath at the mention of the poison. She hadn't considered that possibility... but if it could be half as bad as Jaxler suggested it was, this just got a lot more complicated.
"The last thing I'd want to do is send anypony down there unprepared... if these creatures really are poisonous, then all the more reason to not ask the militia to fight them." She taps her chin with a hoof. "Although I'm afraid crossbow bolts alone won't be enough to take some of the tougher ones out... but the thought of anypony going down there and dying, much less from something like an insiduous venom or poison... I'm beginning to question if we should try this at all."
She looks to the two pegasi in her office. "But, I think morale would improve if we got rid of them. Even if they've not escaped yet, I can't help but worry. And the miners would be the first to encounter them, not trained militia. Maybe the catapult would be the solution?" She examines the map once again. "Or a ballista? Arbalest and Ballista are both trained to use them, we could set up a couple down there... they might be able to finish off the tougher ones."
Post by: zomara0292 on February 05, 2012, 07:12:58 pm
Partisan thought about it for a second and then turned to his second in command.
"What do you think Jaxler? Ballistas are more powerful and accurate, Which means they might make the fights shorter, leading to less chance for casualties.But there are dangers that come with them. And they take much longer to make, with the need to craft the shaft and head."
Post by: jaxler on February 05, 2012, 07:53:13 pm
Jaxler thought to himself for a second "I say we use ballistas. ballistas are more powerful and we haven't the slightest idea how tough these things are. some of these creatures could be made of dirt wile others could be made of pure iron. so i'd say that using the most powerful weapon at our disposal seems to be the best solution."
Jaxler then realizes a huge problem and looks over to virtue "also... what if things go bad? what if there is a cataclysmic military failure? what is the fail-safe? what do you plan to do if we start dropping like flies?"
Post by: zomara0292 on February 05, 2012, 08:04:58 pm
Partison spoke up quickly.
"That, I already thought of. If we are the only ones that its able to reach, we are the only ones in danger. Hence the two bridges."
Post by: Telgin on February 05, 2012, 08:06:50 pm
Virtue's eyes snap open at the suggestion that such a thing could even happen. If they started dropping like flies, she'd probably be next from heart failure. "Heaven forbid it should come to that... but..." She looks at the map where the carved staircases led downward. "Perhaps... I think you might be on to something. We may not even need a channeled moat underground. We can build a drawbridge into the walls. If the militia or you two have to flee, you can fall back to the surface and we raise the bridge. That way, nothing can follow you."
Post by: zomara0292 on February 05, 2012, 08:11:13 pm
Partison listened to her words and realized how foolish his own where. He looked down embarrassed at his own stupidity.
"That would be much more sane option."
Post by: Telgin on February 05, 2012, 08:20:56 pm
Virtue notices his crestfallen expression and smiles. "I'm just glad you suggested the bridges at all... I'd probably have never thought of it." She chuckles. "Tactics has never been my specialty... I'm glad I have you all to bounce these ideas off of... I'd have probably just settled for the fortifications and we'd never be rid of the creatures."
Post by: jaxler on February 05, 2012, 08:39:03 pm
Jaxler was dumbstruck by partisan's apology "partisan... why the hell do you think you need to apologize for sharing an idea. Your trying to help so don't feel bad. Do yourself a favor and don't say your sorry when all you did was help. I didn't apologize to you when I almost took a knife to the neck and you should't apologize to anypony when all your guilty of is trying to help.
Post by: zomara0292 on February 05, 2012, 09:06:42 pm
Partison looked at Jaxler with eyes of both seriousness and of understanding.
"I am apologizing for recommending the thing that we are trying to prevent. Needless deaths. What if she would have accepted that part of the plan? Where would that leave you? Where would it leave everyone else, when more thieves and beast show up." He stopped speaking before he reached, what he felt was, a taboo ground for conversation.
Post by: jaxler on February 05, 2012, 09:27:16 pm
Jaxler was intrigued at the response and said "well she didn't. you only helped. you should be happy that you brought up the bridges REGARDLESS of the fact that the rest of the plan could have ended in me and you dying horribly.
Post by: zomara0292 on February 05, 2012, 09:38:04 pm
A glimmer of hope sparked in his eye as he listened to Jaxler. He had the makings of a commander alright. A bit rough to work with, but still was commander material.
"That reminds me," he said to Virtue. "Can we have a steel and silver crossbow made?"
Post by: Telgin on February 05, 2012, 10:34:23 pm
"Steel and silver..." she raises a hoof to her chin. "Well, we've got tons of spare steel lying around so that should be easy enough. I don't think we've found any silver in the mines though." She traces her hoof across the lines of a calendar hanging on her wall and says, "The next caravan shouldn't be too far off though. Maybe they'll bring something silver we can repurpose. In the meantime I'll send word to the smiths to get started on a few steel crossbows. I'll admit that the wooden ones you've got now are a bit light."
Post by: jaxler on February 05, 2012, 10:44:05 pm
Jaxler saw the opportunity to make a demand "well seeing how were making demands right now I'd love to have a personalized crossbow too, but make it bismithbronze and silver.I know it's a strange request but I have a personal reason for choosing those metals. I'd also like to keep my wooden crossbow with me whenever I'm off duty. I have a tendency to piss ponies off so some self protection would be rather helpful.
Jaxler's eye's widened as he realized he had an opportunity "also virtue, can you promise me that upon my death that a plaque is made as well and that it be placed at my location of death. but don't put my name on it. Also should I die in combat I want to be buried in armor and with my crossbow, and should I die of something else I wish to be buried with a barrel of booze."
Post by: Telgin on February 05, 2012, 11:34:55 pm
Virtue stammers a bit at the request. What should she say to that? "W-well, Jaxler, I'll definitely see about getting you that crossbow." She swallows and adds, "And... let's not think too much about things like that... but... I promise I'll do what I can..."
Post by: zomara0292 on February 05, 2012, 11:47:36 pm
"I agree with Virtue on this point. We should keep that kind of what if to a minimum." Partison chimed in as he mad a personal note to remember the plaque just in case that ever did happen. "We wouldn't want to cause a drop in hope around here. It wouldn't be good for some ponies."
Post by: jaxler on February 06, 2012, 12:00:46 am
Jaxler was extremely interested at this point "so your saying that I shouldn't ensure that my arrangements are done according to my wishes. I just wanted somepony to know what I wish to happen to me. sure something may be sad or morbid to think about but if one hasn't planed for the worst or in this case the inevitable, well then your left in a rather bad situation. Everypony should make sure to note all the "what ifs" pleasant or otherwise, because not doing so is living in ignorance. and ignorance is like building a house out of sticks and expecting it to stand up agents a flood.
Post by: Telgin on February 06, 2012, 01:25:40 am
Virtue looks awkwardly at Jaxler for a few moments in silence. Well, he was right, but it was still morbid. "I... suppose you have a point Jaxler. Like I said, I'll see to it that that is taken care of... should it come to that." She smiles and tries to change the subject. "But, that's not going to happen now. We've got a plan, and I think it's a solid one. I'm not running into it though, I'm going to take some time and think it through... make sure we get it right."
Post by: TALLPANZER on February 06, 2012, 04:32:58 am
Post by: jaxler on February 06, 2012, 12:23:21 pm
Jaxler said in agreement "well then this plan seems pretty good." Jaxler paused as he realized something rather major " hay partisan, taking into account that it's currently around 1:00 in the morning and that I haven't gotten more than 30 hours of sleep this week do ya think I could get tomorrow off in order to rest up?"
Post by: zomara0292 on February 06, 2012, 01:32:06 pm
Partison though carefully about it. What ever his decision, he knew that he would have to live with it too.
"As tempting as a break sounds, we should really keep training. But, in order not to exhaust us, we can cut the time in half, on both ends. That means an extra three ours to sleep and we leave three hour early. That sound like a good trade off?"
Post by: jaxler on February 06, 2012, 04:18:21 pm
Jaxler was happy with the partisan's decision "we'll that sounds pretty good and to be honest it's more than I expected". He then looked over to virtue "anyway I think it's about time I headed to bed".
Post by: Telgin on February 06, 2012, 10:24:30 pm
She nods and puts away a few papers on her desk. "Yes, it is quite late. I should have been in bed hours ago." She smiles at the two and adds, "You two need your sleep too. Remember, everypony counts on you two to help keep us safe!"
I assme we'll be cutting off there unless Partisan or Jaxler have anything else to say. I'll hopefully be getting an update in tonight or more likely tomorrow night. I've already played a few game months before we started this little session, so it won't take effect until the next update. We'll show those FBs who's boss. Hopefully Virtue and Panacea won't spiral into depression from dying ponies. :D
Post by: Khenal on February 07, 2012, 12:15:00 am
I sit at the forge, taking the opportunity to scribble a few more designs while I let the steel smelt.
"It's got to be something really heavy to be heard through the walls. How can I make a trigger that won't just crush?"
Post by: TALLPANZER on February 07, 2012, 12:23:58 am
A large shadow looms over Flux as he writes
"Hello Flux, are you busy right now? I need more... word lessons."
Post by: Khenal on February 07, 2012, 12:32:57 am
I jump a bit at the unexpected appearance of Stiletto, nearly tossing my scribbles into the smelter.
"Stiletto! Sorry, I didn't notice you there!"
I take a moment to calm down and check how the steel is doing before talking again. After scooping some slag off the top, I turn back to Stiletto.
"You wanted some more writing lessons?"
Post by: TALLPANZER on February 07, 2012, 12:42:28 am
Stiletto looks a little upset when she startles Flux but she recovers quickly and nods
"Yes, but you are... good? I did not mean to scare you."
She lowers her head so she can look into Fluxs' eyes
"I know I am a scary pony, but I will not hurt you."
She then smiles.
Post by: Khenal on February 07, 2012, 12:51:51 am
'Come on, Flux. You wanted to help her adjust, so stop freaking out!'
"I'm Sorry, Stiletto. I know you wouldn't, but I... I still get a bit intimidated by you. I'm trying to get over it, but... I mean, you're an alicorn and in the militia! I'm just a little earth pony who knows his way around a smelter."
'And awkward in even the best situations...'
Post by: TALLPANZER on February 07, 2012, 12:55:54 am
Stiletto looks down at the ground and scrapes at it with her fore hoof
"I scare the militia ponies too."
Post by: Khenal on February 07, 2012, 01:09:02 am
'Ya, great job, Flux.'
Shaking slightly with nerves, I reach out a hoof to touch hers.
"Um, I think they just don't know you? I know you're dedicated to helping Dawnpick, and you really deserve a friend."
Post by: TALLPANZER on February 07, 2012, 01:14:17 am
She smiles at him and very gently puts her other hoof on top of Fluxs'
"You really think that? You are a very nice... Hengst? No, what is the word?"
Post by: Khenal on February 07, 2012, 01:19:05 am
I smile, forgetting my nerves for a moment at least.
"Friend, somepony to just be there for whatever you need."
Post by: TALLPANZER on February 07, 2012, 01:29:38 am
Stiletto shakes her head
"That would be Freundin...." She blushes "I mean Freund. Hengst means... opposite of mare?"
Her cheeks fill with air and she lets out a long sigh
"See, I need much more help with Midpony words."
Post by: Khenal on February 07, 2012, 01:38:25 am
"Opposite of..? Oh, 'Stallion' is the word you want."
It takes a few moments for the meaning of what she was trying to say to actually sink in. When it does, I blush a bit as well.
"Um, thank you, Stiletto. You're a nice mare, too. Um, and I'd be happy to help you learn, uh, Midpony?"
'Midpony? Do alicorns normally speak a different language? Uh-oh, my steel!'
I frantically return to the smelter and begin to pour the molten steel into ingots, talking as I work.
"So, anything you can think of you'd like help with off the top of your head?"
Post by: TALLPANZER on February 07, 2012, 02:00:53 am
Stiletto seems enthralled by Fluxs' work, she recovers when he speaks to her directly
"Stallion? Yes, good. Maybe you could look at my notes? I am writing notes about machines."
As she talks Stiletto continues to look over Fluxs' head to get a closer look at how he works
Post by: Khenal on February 07, 2012, 02:10:06 am
I continue working as I talk, setting aside the ingots to cool and dumping some more ore in to begin the process all over again.
"Machines? You know stuff about traps, too? Neat! I've been scribbling designs for a bit, but I'm still not very experienced. I'll give them a look in just a couple minutes. Gotta keep paper away from the smelter, I've lost a few designs by letting them get too close to the fire."
Post by: zomara0292 on February 07, 2012, 02:14:04 am
Post by: TALLPANZER on February 07, 2012, 02:30:01 am
(http://i1135.photobucket.com/albums/m638/bradshja/StilettoAvatar.jpg)
Stiletto nods
"I like big machines. The kind that make the wonderful noises."
She smiles a wistful look in her eyes
"Click and Twang, and thud! I like thud! the most, it's my favorite machine sound."
Post by: Khenal on February 07, 2012, 02:35:34 am
"I like the schwing of the blade traps, myself. The pumps aren't bad, though. Just kinda quietly efficient."
I place the crucible back into the smelter to start processing the ore, then close it up and turn to Stiletto.
"There we go! Lets go over here where my other notes are and you can show me what you've got."
Post by: TALLPANZER on February 07, 2012, 02:53:08 am
With a flick of her mien, Stiletto trots to the area containing Fluxs' notes
"What I have got is right here."
Stiletto pulls a small book from under her armor with the use of her magic and places it next to Fluxs' notes
"Old family weapons."
Post by: Khenal on February 07, 2012, 03:03:34 am
I let out a low whistle as I look over her notes.
"Wow, Stiletto, these are amazing! That multi-ballista is especially interesting! Did you design these?"
I look her in the eyes, clearly awed by the notes.
Post by: TALLPANZER on February 07, 2012, 03:14:13 am
First Stiletto blushes again and then shakes her head
"My Great Uncle. He was a brilliant Militia pony, with much respect for his unit. He is the reason my family... sits where they do?"
She ferrous her brow as she clearly struggles for the right words
"We were close before I went to flight academy."
Stilettos' eyes droop again
"Traurige Erinnerungen."
Post by: Khenal on February 07, 2012, 03:26:20 am
"Um, did something happen to him while you were at the academy?"
Post by: TALLPANZER on February 07, 2012, 03:43:15 am
"He passed on to Valholta just after I graduated. I went into guard training the next day."
She raises her head and squares her jaw
"He wanted me too be strong and brave, so I do it for him."
Post by: Khenal on February 07, 2012, 03:47:23 am
I look up at her, starting to finally see past the alicorn to the pony.
"I... I'm sure he'd be proud, Stiletto. You're one of the bravest ponies I know, and you use your strength to make sure others are safe. I'm not too strong, but I want to help, too. That's why I started looking into machinery."
Post by: TALLPANZER on February 07, 2012, 03:56:35 am
Stiletto looks down at Flux and then her armor. She draws a hoof over one her **steel high boots** then takes it off slowly and places her bare hoof on Fluxs' forehead.
"Your steel protects. I just end lives."
Post by: Khenal on February 07, 2012, 04:06:43 am
I blush heavily as Stiletto places her hoof on my head.
"And you save others in the process. I just make metal, I don't even work it into form. You have the skill and the will to defend ponies at the risk of yourself, Stiletto. I don't see how your Uncle could be prouder of you."
Post by: TALLPANZER on February 07, 2012, 04:18:06 am
Stiletto smiles softly and puts her hoof down
'Solch ein netter kleiner Hengst. Wird er auch von mir genommen werden?'
"You are a very good friend to say that, but there are two lives that already passed through my hooves."
She put her boot back on
"Ich bin zu langsam."
Post by: Khenal on February 07, 2012, 04:32:17 am
"You can't be everywhere at once, Stiletto. My traps aren't perfect, but I like to think they do at least something if real help cant get there in time. Don't blame yourself, please?"
Post by: TALLPANZER on February 07, 2012, 04:50:25 am
Slowly, carefully, Stiletto moves close to Flux.
"If you come with me when I visit them, I will be less sad. You really make me feel... Better?"
Post by: Khenal on February 07, 2012, 05:00:07 am
"T-to the crypts?"
I swallow heavily at the thought of being so close to dead ponies, but it doesn't seem quite as terrifying if Stiletto would be there.
"Um, alright. I, uh, haven't payed my respects properly, and I really should. You m-make me feel better, too."
Post by: TALLPANZER on February 07, 2012, 05:26:50 am
Stiletto's eyes brighten up as she smiles and taps Flux on the head with her horn
"I go every Slate 18. It is her birthday, I remember to bring her flowers on her birth day."
Stiletto rises to her full height
"It will be good to finally go with a friend."
((And Scene?))
((Edit because I can't spell))
Post by: JaxtalMK2 on February 07, 2012, 04:23:16 pm
I walk along, thinking to myself. 'I've been training hard, but I still have all of the skill of a foal with my axe. Maybe I'm just not... NO. Can't think like that, I have to prove that Virtue was right putting her trust in me, the captain too...'
I look up, and notice that I had almost run smack into Stiletto! "Oh! Sorry, I was lost in thought... What are you doing out here?"
Post by: TALLPANZER on February 07, 2012, 04:30:32 pm
'Was ist das?'
Stiletto looked down at the pony before her, who was pleasantly not running away.
"I was on patrol, what are you doing wenig stallion?"
Post by: JaxtalMK2 on February 07, 2012, 04:32:59 pm
I cock my head, "Wenig? dunno what that means... I was just thinking, I think better when I walk."
Post by: TALLPANZER on February 07, 2012, 04:42:23 pm
"It means... there is no good word in Midpony for it. This language is so impolite. Having good thoughts I hope?"
Post by: JaxtalMK2 on February 07, 2012, 04:45:56 pm
"Not really... I was thinking about me being in the militia. All the training I've done, and I'm still horrible with my weapon..." My eyes light up as a thought comes into my mind, "Hey, you're a really good fighter, maybe you can help?"
Post by: TALLPANZER on February 07, 2012, 04:55:02 pm
Stiletto took a second to recover from the fact she received a complement instead of a fear filled yelp and then nodded.
"You are very brave. Yes, I will train with you. I am Stiletto, what is your name? or should I just keep calling you wenig stallion?"
Post by: JaxtalMK2 on February 07, 2012, 05:07:53 pm
"My name's Glyph. So you are okay with training with me? Cool maybe we could have a sparring match? Oh, but you're on duty right now aren't you."
Post by: TALLPANZER on February 07, 2012, 05:15:49 pm
"Most ponies here just keep away from me. You are brave just to talk to me, and I just finished."
Stiletto looks out over the draw bridge and then back at Glyph.
"We will need training axes, if you want to be sparring with me Glyph."
Post by: JaxtalMK2 on February 07, 2012, 05:23:38 pm
"Really? We usually just spar with our normal weapons... but okay, you probably know way more than I do. Lead on." I could feel my exitement rising, Stiletto was a really tough pony, if anyone could help make me a better fighter it would be her. "So... the barracks then?"
Post by: TALLPANZER on February 07, 2012, 05:34:20 pm
"Yes, the barracks, or maybe behind it. I am big and need space to move."
Stiletto trots off to the barracks and grabs two training axes off the weapons rack. She tosses one axe to Glyph
*With a slightly mocking tone in her voice* "Seien Sie sanft."
Post by: JaxtalMK2 on February 07, 2012, 05:40:49 pm
"Seien Sie sanft? Umm.. what?" I grab the axe, and take a stance. "So... here? Or do you want to go outside?" My grip slips a bit, and I ajust the axe again.
'Well at least I can talk clearly around my weapon...'
Post by: TALLPANZER on February 07, 2012, 05:49:23 pm
"Outside please. Just let me get my wing belt."
Stiletto magically lifts a large black leather belt from under her bunk and loops it about her wings so she couldn't possibly use them. With that in place she trots out behind the barracks and stands at the ready with axe in mouth and no shield
Post by: JaxtalMK2 on February 07, 2012, 05:58:24 pm
I follow Stiletto, confused a bit, but I ready myself anyway. "Why are you wearing that belt? And why don't you use a shield?"
Post by: TALLPANZER on February 07, 2012, 06:05:03 pm
"You have no shield, you can't fly, I do not cheat."
Stiletto had to move the training axe several times as she was speaking. Then her eyes flared to life as she charged full tilt at Glyph, bringing her axe around in a wide ark.
Post by: JaxtalMK2 on February 07, 2012, 06:10:59 pm
'Well here goes nothing... but fighting at a handicap... it doesn't feel right.'
I jump to the side and duck down, the strike sailing over my head. As I retake my feet I bring my axe around, taking a clumsy swing at Stiletto's legs.
Post by: TALLPANZER on February 07, 2012, 06:19:13 pm
Stiletto barely manages too lift stand up on her hind legs as Glyphs' axe swings just under her hooves. She then uses those same hooves to stomp down hard hoping to catch Glyph on the back swing.
'mutig und schnell'
Post by: JaxtalMK2 on February 07, 2012, 06:27:20 pm
I jump back, expecting to have missed with my skill, nearly dropping my axe. I fumble a bit then get my grip. 'Dangit, last thing you need to do is drop your axe again... she's already handicapping herself, anything more and I'll never live it down.'
Post by: TALLPANZER on February 07, 2012, 06:37:38 pm
Stiletto seems to smile around her axe. Swinging in wide arks with her axe she moves in for what she hopes will be an easy hit
"jetzt hab ich dich!'
Post by: Khenal on February 07, 2012, 06:42:25 pm
I walk back from helping set up some more pumps to maybe finally get something besides air into the moat. As I cross the main bridge, I hear what sounds distinctly like Stiletto swearing in her strange language.
"Huh, nopony else sounds worried. I wonder what's going on?"
I follow the sounds of Stiletto to their source, eventually seeing her and another pony apparently sparring.
Post by: JaxtalMK2 on February 07, 2012, 06:43:07 pm
I dart forward, swaying out of the way of the blows, and clumsily sweep my axe up, trying to strike Stiletto's head.
Post by: TALLPANZER on February 07, 2012, 06:51:05 pm
Stiletto gets her axe between her head and Glyphs axe just in time. She locks them together and starts using her size advantage to push Glyph down.
"Ich bin am stärksten!"
Post by: JaxtalMK2 on February 07, 2012, 07:12:57 pm
I try to fight against Stiletto, but I can't, so I drop my axe. Jumping to the side I kick out at her side, trying to get at least one hit in.
'Can't let myself get pinned, have to keep moving!'
Post by: TALLPANZER on February 07, 2012, 07:24:14 pm
When Glyph drops his axe Stiletto completely over extends herself and slams her axe into the ground with force. Stuck as she is she can't dodge and gets bucked in the side. She wheels on Glyph and tries to buck him back.
"Halten Sie still!"
Post by: JaxtalMK2 on February 07, 2012, 07:41:35 pm
I jump away, almost falling over from the shock at actually landing a blow. I spin around to look at Stiletto setting myself for another rush. "Should we get our axes back? Or is the match still going?"
Post by: TALLPANZER on February 07, 2012, 07:51:18 pm
Stiletto stops and faces Glyph
"We can get the axes, or we can... ringen?"
She actually looks rather pleased
Post by: JaxtalMK2 on February 07, 2012, 07:53:30 pm
"Ringen? Whats that?"
'She looks pleased... maybe... this was definitely a good idea'
Post by: TALLPANZER on February 07, 2012, 08:00:22 pm
"Ringen!"
Stiletto jumps into the air in an arc toward Glyph trying to land on him
"Krieg dich!"
Post by: JaxtalMK2 on February 07, 2012, 08:06:16 pm
"Whoa!" I more fall to the side than dodge, barely keeping on my hooves. I swallow nervously. I was pretty strong from working with rock, but Stiletto was in a league of her own. 'Can't back down now though... time to see how I do up close I guess.'
I jump myself, trying to knock Stiletto to the ground.
Post by: TALLPANZER on February 07, 2012, 08:15:26 pm
'jetzt hab ich dich'
Stiletto lifts herself up just enough to wrap her unbelievably long forelegs around Glyph as he charges her. Catching him against her chest sh pulls him under her bulk and basically lays on him.
"Ringen!" *she says with a smile*
Post by: JaxtalMK2 on February 07, 2012, 08:41:31 pm
"Omph" the breath is driven out of me as Stilleto lays on me. I struggle a bit, but I can't get free. "Guess that means you won. H-how did I do?"
Post by: TALLPANZER on February 07, 2012, 08:48:44 pm
Stiletto stands slowly and carefully. Then she reaches down with a forehoof and musses Glyphs' mien.
"You fight very well Glyph. Mutig und schnell like my teacher at the guard academy."
Post by: Khenal on February 07, 2012, 09:03:16 pm
'Wow, they're good! I've never actually seen anypony spar before.'
I walk closer to Stiletto and Glyph, ready to congratulate them on their skill.
"Oh wow, that was great!"
Post by: JaxtalMK2 on February 07, 2012, 09:10:05 pm
I blush a bit at hearing another pony, 'Great, somepony else to see me fail... but that was fun.' I roll to my feet and look over at the newcomer. "Umm... hi. Who're you? Wait... did you say great?"
Post by: TALLPANZER on February 07, 2012, 09:15:49 pm
Stiletto smiles and begins to remove her wing belt
"Flux is a friend Glyph. He helps me speak your words better."
Post by: Khenal on February 07, 2012, 09:18:27 pm
"Ya, that was amazing! It looks like you have another friend, Stiletto!"
I prance a bit in place in happiness.
Post by: TALLPANZER on February 07, 2012, 09:28:39 pm
"Solche niedlichen kleinen Hengste."
Stiletto gets her wing belt off and then spreads her wings out to their full span, as well as stretching the rest of her body out.
Post by: JaxtalMK2 on February 07, 2012, 09:32:07 pm
"Wow I've never had somepony call my fighting amazing before" I chuckle a bit at Flux prancing "I'm glad that Stiletto has a friend. What language are you speaking Stiletto?" I look at her as I ask, amazed at her wingspan.
Post by: Khenal on February 07, 2012, 09:35:00 pm
I stare as Stiletto flexes and stretches, then remember my manners and cough and blush.
Post by: TALLPANZER on February 07, 2012, 09:42:00 pm
Not one but two stallions were at this very moment staring at Stiletto. She smiles and looks away as if she had not seen them as she folds her wings back in and walks between Flux and Glyph.
"I speak Highpony, Glyph. It is the Language of my home land."
Post by: JaxtalMK2 on February 07, 2012, 09:45:08 pm
I swallow and blush as I realize I was staring. "U-umm, I see... it sounds interesting. You think you could teach me some?"
Post by: Khenal on February 07, 2012, 09:50:17 pm
I shake my head to try to clear it.
"It's a really interesting language, too! Oh, it even has a word for our language: Midpony!"
Post by: TALLPANZER on February 07, 2012, 09:56:45 pm
Stiletto nods at Flux
"It is a very formal language. Midpony is easier to learn."
she huffs out a sight
"But I will try to teach."
Stiletto opens her wings just a little bit this time
"Know come here you two, it will time to eat soon."
Post by: JaxtalMK2 on February 07, 2012, 10:00:23 pm
"It will? I hadn't noticed. Maybe we can spar again later, maybe then I'll be able to get a bit better." I walk over so I'm standing next to Stiletto, trying not to stare, and wait for Flux.
Post by: Khenal on February 07, 2012, 10:00:54 pm
My stomach grumbles to remind me why I left the pumps in the first place.
"Ah, heh, right. Lunch time."
Post by: TALLPANZER on February 07, 2012, 10:10:34 pm
Stiletto brings her wings in over Glyphs' and Fluxs' withers.
"I can not think of two I would like too eat with more."
She leads the two off to the dinning hall
((Scene?))
((Edit for avatar add attempt 1))
Post by: Telgin on February 08, 2012, 02:20:42 am
Stiletto:
(http://i1135.photobucket.com/albums/m638/bradshja/StilettoAvatar.jpg)
(http://i1135.photobucket.com/albums/m638/bradshja/StilettoDescription.png)
Mortar:
(http://i1135.photobucket.com/albums/m638/bradshja/MortarAvatar.jpg)
(http://i1135.photobucket.com/albums/m638/bradshja/MortarDescription.png)
I tried to go with the contemplative look, not sure if it came out quite right, heh.
Granite:
(http://i1135.photobucket.com/albums/m638/bradshja/GraniteAvatar.jpg)
(http://i1135.photobucket.com/albums/m638/bradshja/GraniteDescription.png)
And Partisan's friends:
(http://i1135.photobucket.com/albums/m638/bradshja/PartisanFriends.png)
And Jaxler's friends:
(http://i1135.photobucket.com/albums/m638/bradshja/JaxlerFriends.png)
He's got more friends than I would expect for a pony who has a problem with getting drunk and losing his temper. :)
Post by: Khenal on February 08, 2012, 02:29:45 am
...Flux is a carpenter?
Post by: Jackknife402 on February 08, 2012, 02:37:19 am
And seriously the artwork is great.
Post by: Telgin on February 08, 2012, 02:48:40 am
And thanks Jackknife402, glad it was up to your standards!
Post by: Khenal on February 08, 2012, 02:52:11 am
Post by: JaxtalMK2 on February 08, 2012, 04:54:18 am
Post by: Dsarker on February 08, 2012, 06:56:19 am
Arbalest not have luck with catapult. No beast kill. Arbalest head back up to food place. If Boo were here, Arbalest kill beast. Arbalest unhappy. Need Boo. No Boo.
Then everypony think Arbalest crazy. Nopony like Arbalest. Arbalest sad. Wish Boo here. Then Arbalest be happy.
Arbalest get food then sit down. Arbalest still sad.
Post by: TALLPANZER on February 08, 2012, 07:24:30 am
Stiletto was enjoying a fine meal after a great workout and then she saw a lonely looking blue flügellos. She turned to Glyph.
"Do you know that one? He looks... Lost? No, that is not right. Come with me Glyph."
With that she turned toward Arbalest and trotted to his table bringing Glyph with her
"Hello, I am Stiletto, may I join you?"
Post by: Dsarker on February 08, 2012, 07:26:31 am
New pony. New pony to say Arbalest not right. New pony to laugh at Boo.
Wait. Pony not laugh at Boo. Boo not here.
"Arbalest okay."
Arbalest just want Boo back. Arbalest suffer leak from eyes.
Post by: JaxtalMK2 on February 08, 2012, 07:29:24 am
"So your name's Arblest? Are you sure you're okay? You look sad..."
Post by: Dsarker on February 08, 2012, 07:31:03 am
Ponies come to laugh. Arbalest no like laugh at. Arbalest pick up food and move. Arbalest like by self.
Boo. Need Boo. Just need Boo, then everything is okay.
Post by: TALLPANZER on February 08, 2012, 07:34:40 am
Stiletto attempted to talk to the retreating flügellos
"You are crying. Can I ask why?....."
Stiletto looks at Glyph with confusion it her eyes
Post by: Dsarker on February 08, 2012, 07:39:46 am
Ponies LAUGH at ARBALEST! ARBALEST NOT TOLERATE SUCH DISRESPECT! PLOT-KICKING FOR GOODNESS!
ARBALEST TURN TO PONIES. ARBALEST WEAR BATTLE FACE. ALWAYS SCARE OTHER PONIES.
"Arbalest not good enough for you, eh! Arbalest CRAZY, EH! ARBALEST SILLY WITH THE CATAPULT, EH! ARBALEST NO MORE ENDURE LAUGHTER!"
Post by: TALLPANZER on February 08, 2012, 07:45:40 am
Stilettos' voice became very cold
"I am not laughing, and you are shouting."
then her eyes light up
"Did you say catapult?"
Post by: JaxtalMK2 on February 08, 2012, 07:56:01 am
"U-umm we weren't gonna laugh at you... we were just bein' nice... you looked lonely, and sad."
Post by: Dsarker on February 08, 2012, 07:57:30 am
Arbalest slump down. Arbalest need Boo. Boo tell Arbalest what to do. Arbalest need Boo. Too many ponies for Arbalest.
Post by: TALLPANZER on February 08, 2012, 08:03:28 am
"Oh no! Glyph, get the, the, the, Ärztin!"
Stiletto looks around the dinning, all the while in a bit of a panic
((Grammatical edit))
Post by: thetyler101 on February 08, 2012, 09:12:24 am
Grapple finally looks up from his holy book to see what all the yelling is about. He sees Stiletto looking about the table in a panic. He recognizes Stiletto as one of the few ponies that listens to his preaching, but the two stallions are strangers to him.
He calls out from the other side of the dining hall, "Stiletto, is everything all right over there? Are those two bothering you?"
Post by: Khenal on February 08, 2012, 01:51:56 pm
I return from the kitchen with a fresh plate of delicious food, only to find a commotion starting to get going.
"Um..."
Post by: JaxtalMK2 on February 08, 2012, 01:58:20 pm
Post by: Dsarker on February 08, 2012, 03:10:19 pm
Arbalest failure. Need Boo. Boo make right. Arbalest need Boo. Boo make Arbalest right.
Post by: TALLPANZER on February 08, 2012, 04:26:52 pm
'beruhige dich, Stiletto,beruhige dich'
She takes a deep breath and moves into a stance of military attention
"Thank you Glyph, I am calm now. No one is bothering me Grapple, they are Freunde, but this flügellos looks.. not well?"
Stiletto indicates too Arbalest with her hoof.
Post by: jaxler on February 08, 2012, 06:43:49 pm
Jaxler walked into the meeting room with a barrel of booze and some food. He then noticed that his two least favorite ponies in the fort were in the same building. Jaxler walked over to his favorite seat and sat down. He started to eat and hoped that grapple would hold off on preaching til he blacked out from alcohol poisoning. Jaxler then took note of Arbalest crying "hay! Arbalest, why ya so sad?"
Post by: L1wW on February 08, 2012, 07:04:59 pm
-Granite's Journal-
So my mom wants me to learn how to right now... wait it's "write" right? Stupid grammar.
A
B
C
D
SCREW THIS!
Anyway some stupid thief tried to snatch me away from Dawnpick, but the militia came to save me in time. I so could have taken that thief out though, one little buck to the noggin and he would be dead!
I don't have a drinking problem...
Is this good for a first attempt?
Post by: jaxler on February 08, 2012, 07:31:36 pm
Is this good for a first attempt?
it's fine. :D
Post by: L1wW on February 08, 2012, 08:01:31 pm
Is this good for a first attempt?
it's fine. :D
Awesome!
Post by: Jackknife402 on February 09, 2012, 04:15:08 am
3rd Slate, 252
I finally found my old diary. Haven't looked at this since my father died while serving in the Mason Guild's Marine Core on the 15th of Felcite, 202. Such a gruesome day will forever be burned into my memory. Lord Gravel of Gilded Circles will forever lie in the hall of champions in the necropolis of CoupleDye. My mother, Brickette, has never produced the same beautiful craftsponyship of stone mastery ever since.
But onto more joyous things, it turns out that the new colony; Dawnpick, had survived the winter. The Liaison mentioned they vastly needed new ponies to help strengthen the colony, and the Mason's Guild beckoned to the call. Having learned how to Sing to Stone shortly after my own stint in the MGMC, eight years after my father's death, and craving the adventure outside the walls of CoupleDye I agreed to lead a small troop of ponies to this new colony. It turns out the reception of this news was less than welcome, and I only found two fellow masons, two carpenters and potash makers, and one woodcutter who was willing to come along. We set off tomorrow.
5th Slate, 252
I officially hate carpenters, too much wood talk; I can't even hear the stone sing to me as we travel.
2nd Hematite, 252
Attack by diamond dogs, I was hit hard and winded; it will definitely take me awhile to make the journey to Dawnpick, but the others are willing to bear with me.
20th Hematite, 252
Still sore, but group is moving at a good pace; found some discarded equipment today. Should replace the few tools that were taken during the diamond dog attack.
15th Galena, 252.
Summer is starting to wain and I worry that we will not reach Dawnpick before winter. Ran out of pink lemon wine today, that was my favorite!
5th Sandstone, 252.
Seems we've nearly made it at last, Dawnpick is in the distance, we'll camp one last time, then great our new friends later. I hope they have some pink lemon wine...
7th Sandstone, 252.
Excellent, off to a busy start, but these miners....they harm the stone too much with their brash diggings! They obviously have never heard of the gift to sing to the stone; showing the delicate fines and stress points of even the most solid of marble to make the perfect strike for the most wonderful piece to work with! I have sent a memo to Virtue, this settlement's leader about this reckless destruction.
16th Timber, 252.
A tragic scene happened today. A young fisher pony, promptly named Babbling Brook; fell to a honey badger thief today. Though I've barely been here; I felt partly to blame. If my injury hadn't slowed me down so much in getting here, we might have been able to assist in developing fortifications, what we of the Mason's Guild are well known for. I... am uncertain if can be of much use here after all....
11th Sandstone, 253.
I have written for...almost a year. Been sinking every waking moment into my work, but it seems most of the preliminary defenses are set up now. So many new ponies that Virtue asked me and the founding mason to concentrate most of our efforts on dormitory and apartment building for the time being. Since we haven't had many bad incidents involving security, I figured it was a chance to change things up a bit...perhaps a few statues would be a good idea...
18th Timber, 253.
Spoke too soon, a poor little foal nearly was taken away today by honey badger pony thieves. I must be more diligent in my work!
7th Sandstone, 254.
I always seem to remember to start writing during Sandstone; just so happens I stopped in to speak to Virtue today. I know this colony is mostly meant to feed the mineral demands of our kingdom, but the majority of all the marble was denied to me, despite it's beautiful characteristics. I could craft such wonderful statues, doors, and coffins from marble; but all I'm allowed to work with is shale and gabbro; which has nearly run dry. Confound these miner ponies, they are absolutely terrible at their jobs, ruining perfect sections of stone that allow me and my fellow mason ponies to cut beautiful blocks for building from. No, half of it is smashed up, only good for mortar and brick laying; which isn't sturdy at all!
1st Felsite, 255.
Been studying our defenses, not many ponies, especially our militia commander or our leader, remember that it was we ponies of the Mason's Guild who built the great defenses of Coupledye. I had been studying the moat for ages, and realized one fatal flaw; the honey badgers can easily swim past it! Not only that, it also impedes our settlement's expansion. Virtue had been gazing at the large dirt mound to the north of the settlement for the past few days, I believe she thinks it'll fix our problem if it was removed. It'll at least give our miners some work; those creatures down in the deep of the earth have halted deeper mining projects. If only there were some way to destroy some of those creatures...
17th Felsite, 255.
By the gods another pony had been slain! Seemed a badger pony decapitated poor Barley outside his very home! This is unsettling...the defenses aren't working....I must help save these poor ponies from death!
13th Limestone, 255.
Been working on designs for the problems with the beasts in the caverns. The stone....it cries in pain at their foul stench. I sing to sooth it constantly, but to no avail. Will have to speak to Virtue on these matters, and finally assert myself in the proper construction of defenses for this settlement.
Post by: Dsarker on February 09, 2012, 04:14:16 pm
Ponies gather round. Arbalest need Boo. Where Boo? Boo tell Arbalest what do.
"Need Boo."
Post by: TALLPANZER on February 09, 2012, 04:21:21 pm
"Boo?"
Stiletto leans down to whisper into Glyph's ear
"What is boo?"
Post by: JaxtalMK2 on February 09, 2012, 04:26:31 pm
"Probably more who is boo" I whisper back, before turning back to Arbalest. "Well, maybe we can help you find boo? I'd be happy to help if I can, and I'm sure Stiletto would be as well."
Post by: Khenal on February 09, 2012, 04:26:49 pm
I cautiously approach the group of ponies.
"Uh, Boo? Who's Boo?"
Post by: Dsarker on February 09, 2012, 04:30:42 pm
Arbalest wonder at ponies' ignorance. Not knowing Boo?
"Boo miniature giant space hamster. Faithful companion of Arbalest. Boo gone though."
Post by: jaxler on February 09, 2012, 04:34:44 pm
Jaxler was completely shocked by Arbalest. "what the hell is a space hamster?"
Post by: Khenal on February 09, 2012, 04:36:37 pm
'Miniature...what?'
"Um, where did you last see him?"
Post by: Dsarker on February 09, 2012, 04:45:30 pm
Where did Arbalest last see Boo? Silly pony.
"Last saw here. Space hamster hamster from space, silly."
Post by: TALLPANZER on February 09, 2012, 04:51:19 pm
"So, we help you find him, yes or maybe?"
'Miniatur-Riese Raum Hamster?'
Post by: Dsarker on February 09, 2012, 04:52:54 pm
"But how? Boo gone!"
Post by: Khenal on February 09, 2012, 04:57:22 pm
"...Gone where?"
Post by: Dsarker on February 09, 2012, 05:00:51 pm
Silly pony!
"GONE. Not gone where, gone!"
Post by: jaxler on February 09, 2012, 05:04:09 pm
"what does GONE mean? is he dead or something?"
Post by: Dsarker on February 09, 2012, 05:06:58 pm
"Gone! Poof! Disappeared!"
Post by: TALLPANZER on February 09, 2012, 05:09:58 pm
Stiletto takes a step back. You could almost hear the wheels turning in her head
"Flux, could you come with me? it will not take to much time."
Post by: JaxtalMK2 on February 09, 2012, 05:12:04 pm
"Then we just have to figure out what happened! I'm sure with us all looking we can, we just have to try."
Post by: Khenal on February 09, 2012, 05:13:07 pm
"Um, alright Stiletto."
I follow Stiletto, still a bit confused at what Arbalest was talking about.
Post by: jaxler on February 09, 2012, 05:15:43 pm
"Arbalest when did this happen and do you think anypony took him"?
Post by: TALLPANZER on February 09, 2012, 05:18:57 pm
Stiletto took Flux outside and then to the stores area
"We need to make a cage trap. You know how yes and please?"
Post by: Dsarker on February 09, 2012, 05:20:05 pm
"Arbalest not know. Arbalest not know much without Boo."
Post by: Khenal on February 09, 2012, 05:22:34 pm
My eyes brighten as I finally find myself back in my comfort zone.
"Oh! Um, yes? I think we have the parts here to set one up. I think there's a cage around here somewhere,too..."
Smiling, I begin to gather the components to make the trap.
Post by: TALLPANZER on February 09, 2012, 05:28:29 pm
"We need to catch a Boo. Then the sad flügellos get his friend back."
Stiletto tries to help Flux haul things to where he needs them.
Post by: jaxler on February 09, 2012, 05:30:17 pm
"Arbalest, what the hell does this "space hamster" look like and how big is he. also do you think there is any possibility we can find him?"
Jaxler sighed as he realized he might spend the afternoon looking for a space hamster.
Post by: Khenal on February 09, 2012, 05:32:10 pm
I pause in the middle of gathering parts.
"...Where should we set this up to try to catch a, uh, Boo?"
Post by: TALLPANZER on February 09, 2012, 05:50:29 pm
Stiletto puts a hoof under her chin
"Where does the flügellos... spend time?"
Post by: Jackknife402 on February 09, 2012, 05:54:12 pm
Mortar closes his diary and looks up from the table. Those other ponies had been making quite the distracting commotion for quite awhile now. He took a quick sip of his wine and headed over to Jaxler and Arbalest. Leaving his designs and diagrams alone at the table.
"Hrm, what seems to be wrong here? You drew me away from my studies and designs....My interest is, piqued."
Post by: Khenal on February 09, 2012, 05:54:13 pm
I tilt my head and tap my chin with a hoof, thinking for a moment.
"I think he's the one who set up the catapult? Maybe over there?"
Post by: jaxler on February 09, 2012, 05:59:55 pm
"oh? Hello there Mortar. Arbalest lost his pet... space hamster named Boo and I'm trying to help." Jaxler knew how insane that sounded and hoped mortar didn't assume he was just another brain dead alcoholic.
Post by: TALLPANZER on February 09, 2012, 06:05:01 pm
"He made a catapult?! Oh I want to see!"
Stiletto shakes her head and rustles her wings to regain her composure.
"I mean, yes, near but not so close he falls in."
Post by: Khenal on February 09, 2012, 06:09:51 pm
I smile at Stiletto's excitement, then start to lead the way to the catapult.
Post by: Jackknife402 on February 09, 2012, 06:12:01 pm
"Oh space hamster? I thought I saw one of those by my workshop the other day. He said he had to return home, something about his family in danger." He gave a slight wink at Jaxler, hoping he'd catch on. "Told me to tell his friends goodbye, and that he'll return soon. I didn't catch his name, so I did not know how to find his friends." Mortar, hoping to defuse the situation quickly, looked at Jaxler expectedly.
Post by: Dsarker on February 09, 2012, 06:17:37 pm
Boo would tell Arbalest. But maybe Boo too busy. Boo return soon? Arbalest wait. Arbalest need Boo, but Arbalest wait.
"Arbalest wait right here till Boo back."
Post by: jaxler on February 09, 2012, 06:24:41 pm
Jaxler looked over to mortar in disgust and said hesitantly "ya Arbalest, that might be smart. Also if you ever need help with anything you can trust me to be honest".
Jaxler didn't like that mortar lied to a grown stallion like Arbalest. it made him feel nasty.
Post by: TALLPANZER on February 09, 2012, 06:26:52 pm
Stiletto follows Flux carrying as much as she can while trying not to skip.
"I am very... aufgeregt."
As the two of them come round the wall to the catapult, Stilettos' eyes go wide and she stares in reverence at the beautiful machine
"Vervollkommnen."
Post by: Dsarker on February 09, 2012, 06:27:19 pm
Arbalest a bit happy now...Wait. Maybe wrong space hamster?
"Was space hamster giant space hamster, or just space hamster?"
Post by: Khenal on February 09, 2012, 06:30:14 pm
I can't help but chuckle as Stiletto stares at the catapult.
"Ya, he did a good job on that, didn't he?"
Post by: jaxler on February 09, 2012, 06:32:28 pm
Arbalest, size maters and seeing as I told him it was just a normal space hamster he might still be out there. Mortar would you like to tell us rather or not he was giant?
Post by: Jackknife402 on February 09, 2012, 06:33:04 pm
Mortar gives a slight glare at Jaxler, obviously the the azure pony was quite unhinged, perhaps too many blows to the head with his siege equipment, the whole idea of trying to find the space hamster was absurd, there is no such thing. So how could a little white lie that could sooth the stallion rather than upset him further be disgraceful. "It was a giant space hamster, about half my height. I hope it was Boo, but I am uncertain, having not gotten his name.
Post by: Omicega on February 09, 2012, 06:34:10 pm
Post by: jaxler on February 09, 2012, 06:37:38 pm
"Falcata please calm down. Arbalest filed a complaint with the me about a missing pet and as a member of guard and I need to listen and help as best I can. Also MORTAR isn't doing much wrong. In fact he's trying to help."
Jaxler then gave mortar a soul piercing gaze with his blood red eyes and said "are you SURE it was a giant space hamster..." Jaxler wasn't amused that mortar ignored his hint.
Post by: Dsarker on February 09, 2012, 06:44:04 pm
Not...not Boo...Boo not coming back...
"Not...not Boo..."
Leaking from eyes.
Post by: Jackknife402 on February 09, 2012, 06:45:54 pm
"Falcata is it? Yes I remember, spent days reworking my calculations of the proper stone pieces for our fortifications after you were injured....don't think I ate anything after that. He turned and looked her straight in the eye, a warrior's gaze. If she had ever watched him work during her patrols she'd realize that he has more skill with a hammer than just to chip rock with. "Arbalest is a good friend and valued member of our community. I spent countless hours with him in the past experimenting with proper weight and shape of his catapult munitions. I would never make fun of him, I merely want to ease his concern about his friend Boo. Whom we WILL find." He gives an angry snort, the tip of his horn glowing a light amber color. "So do not suggest otherwise!"
Post by: TALLPANZER on February 09, 2012, 06:46:57 pm
Stiletto took a long look at that amazing weapon of motion and mechanics.
"Yes, Yes he did, but work. Where should we do this?"
Post by: jaxler on February 09, 2012, 06:50:35 pm
"dude were here for you" Jaxler knew that if Boo was mealy a figment of Arbalest's imagination then he had no right to misinform him. he decided to offer what support he could for the poor unicorn. "I have a barrel of booze over there. we can all share, a bit of binge drinking usually helps me when I'm feeling down. and if you'd rather look for him then I'm fine with that too."
Post by: Khenal on February 09, 2012, 06:51:04 pm
"Um..."
I look around for a good spot to set up the trap, needing a place fairly flat and preferably with decent-length grass. Finding a spot not too far from the catapult, I motion for Stiletto.
"Right here? We should be able to set up the pop-up cage here, I think."
Post by: Omicega on February 09, 2012, 06:51:13 pm
Post by: TALLPANZER on February 09, 2012, 06:56:21 pm
Stiletto moves all of the equipment to the spot Flux indicated
"How much time do you need?"
Post by: Khenal on February 09, 2012, 06:58:58 pm
"It shouldn't take too long, especially with you helping, Stiletto. We just need to anchor the base, dig a few small holes for the springs and drive the stakes to keep the sides down until it gets tripped."
Post by: Jackknife402 on February 09, 2012, 07:03:22 pm
"Hey...Arbalest. Don't worry buddy, we'll find him." He immediately steps down from confronting Falcata and moves over to the azure pony. A look of concern in his eyes. "Boo is alright, I'm certain of it. Those other two ponies wandered off with a gleam of motivation in their eyes, I know they're working hard right now to find Boo."
Post by: TALLPANZER on February 09, 2012, 07:03:45 pm
With the power of her magic Stiletto begins to dig the small holes, smiling the whole time.
"You tell me everything you want, and I will do it."
Post by: Khenal on February 09, 2012, 07:09:08 pm
With her help, we get the cage set up in a matter of minutes. I take a few steps back to admire our work.
"Looks good, Stiletto! If Boo is around, I'm sure we'll catch him with this!"
Post by: Dsarker on February 09, 2012, 07:11:04 pm
"Want Boo."
Post by: TALLPANZER on February 09, 2012, 07:11:50 pm
A rather muddy Stiletto folds her wing over Flux withers
"Should we hide somewhere?"
Post by: Khenal on February 09, 2012, 07:14:18 pm
I blush a bit as she lays her wing on me.
"Um, r-right! Uh, maybe b-by the catapult?"
Post by: TALLPANZER on February 09, 2012, 07:18:24 pm
Stiletto nods and leads Flux to the other side of the catapult and then whispers into his ear.
"We need to be quite,yes?"
*Click! Boing! Clank!*
Post by: jaxler on February 09, 2012, 07:20:38 pm
"We'll find him Arbalest. I promise it." Jaxler grinned and added "If something is worth crying over it's worth fighting for".
Post by: Khenal on February 09, 2012, 07:25:07 pm
I blush even harder as she whispers into my ear, then almost jump out of my coat when I hear the trap go off.
"AGH! Oh, the trap! Um, l-lets go see what we got?"
'Knock it off, Flux! She's just being friendly, so stop acting like she's gonna bite your head off!'
I carefully peek out from around the catapult, seeing that we seem to have caught a rabbit.
Post by: Omicega on February 09, 2012, 07:28:56 pm
Post by: TALLPANZER on February 09, 2012, 07:30:56 pm
Stiletto looks at the rabbit then back to Flux
"Is that a boo? It looks like a.. Häschen."
Post by: Khenal on February 09, 2012, 07:35:59 pm
"Um, I think it's a rabbit, but I don't actually know what space hamsters look like. Should we take it back and ask?"
Post by: TALLPANZER on February 09, 2012, 07:40:40 pm
Stiletto was fairly sure a miniture-giant would be smaller
"No, too big. We must try again. Help me reset it please?"
Post by: Khenal on February 09, 2012, 07:44:03 pm
'Well, at least she knows what we're looking for.'
I nod and help her to reset the trap, again hiding behind the catapult when finished.
Post by: jaxler on February 09, 2012, 07:46:16 pm
Jaxler noticed that Faclata was mad. he walked over to her and said "I know your disappointed with me and mortar, but you must know there are some ponies in this world that can not be helped".
Post by: Jackknife402 on February 09, 2012, 07:51:24 pm
He gave Arbalest a light pat and smile. "I'll bring some of those whistling stones for you to fling tomorrow, perhaps the noise will call Boo out." He made his way back to his table, where his designs began to roll themselves up before being packed into his satchel. He then walked over to Falcata's table and looked at her sternly. "Perhaps there is a Boo? I don't know. All I was trying to do is help, but obviously that is against some pony's ideals."
Post by: TALLPANZER on February 09, 2012, 07:55:01 pm
*Click!Boing!Clack!* Stiletto looked over the catapult to see a squirrel the cage. They reset the trap.
*Click!Boing!Clack!* Hedgehog. Reset the trap.
*Click!Boing!Clack!* Badger. GAAAH GET IT OFF! reset the trap.
*Click!Boing!Clack!* Humming bird. Stiletto and Flux exchange a flat look and reset the trap.
*Click!Boing!Clack!* Horned Lizard.
"This is not going well."
Post by: Dsarker on February 09, 2012, 07:55:49 pm
Arbalest wait. Boo come for Arbalest.
Post by: Omicega on February 09, 2012, 08:07:05 pm
Post by: jaxler on February 09, 2012, 08:09:56 pm
Jaxler took in Falcat's response but too pissed after hearing Mortar's remark about his ideals.
He looked up to Mortar and gave him another soul piercing gaze. "they aren't ideals... the god damned lessons I've had to learn the hard way.I have some advice for you 'those whom lie do so at the cost of there reality'. ALSO don't you ever imply that my "ideals" are a problem because they're what keep me from needing to change my DAMNED name and fleeing to a random outpost again."
Post by: Khenal on February 09, 2012, 08:11:00 pm
I reset the trap again, out of habit, and release the little lizard.
"Maybe, uh, miniature giant space hamsters(?) don't like catapults? Should we tell Arbalest we couldn't find Boo?"
Post by: TALLPANZER on February 09, 2012, 08:18:59 pm
Stiletto hangs her head
"Yes, we tell him we failed."
She heads back to the dinning hall, absentmindedly swishing her tail.
Post by: Jackknife402 on February 09, 2012, 08:21:40 pm
Mortar sighs and takes out a design from his satchel and just chose to ignore her angry outburst. It was a rough sketch of the wall that protected them from the caverns dangers. "Listen, it was already causing a scene by the time I approached. No he is not just a day dreaming colt. What branch of the military were you in back at the capital? I've seen many wonderful and dangerous things while I was enlisted in the MGMC, perhaps there is a Boo. A talking space hamster seems odd to you, yet have you faced a two headed humanoid made entirely out of bronze and thought that was perfectly natural? I'm more apt to believe him than if somepony were to tell me that a great darkness will evelope the sun in the future!"
Mortar removes a piece of charcoal from his satchel and begins to return to his sketch. "Your armor stand for your barding that you requested should be ready by midday, by the way. It won't be perfect, without proper measurements of yourself I cannot ensure that'll seat perfectly, but I'm certain it'll do the job."
Post by: Khenal on February 09, 2012, 08:23:33 pm
I begin to follow Stiletto, then quickly decide it'd be better to walk next to her instead of behind.
Post by: TALLPANZER on February 09, 2012, 08:29:55 pm
Muddy, frustrated, and disappointed, Stiletto enters the dinning hall with Flux at her side and empty hooves. She looks at Arbalest.
*very softly*"Sorry."
She then sits back down with Glyph.
Post by: Khenal on February 09, 2012, 08:34:50 pm
Equally muddy, I stop in front of Arbalest.
"Um, sorry, Arbalest. We tried to find Boo, but I guess he's pretty tricky."
I take a seat next to Stiletto and gingerly set a hoof on her withers.
"Well, um, at least we tried?"
Post by: JaxtalMK2 on February 09, 2012, 08:35:29 pm
I Put a hoof on Stiletto's back, not mining the mud. "Hey, you tried... maybe we can try again later? No reason to give up just cause the first plan failed. I'm sure we'll be able to find boo eventually."
Post by: jaxler on February 09, 2012, 08:36:34 pm
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Jaxler realized that Mortar was going to ignore any criticism he was given. he sat down and said "I feel bad for the damn guy. Arbalest really needs some help doesn't he?"
Post by: Omicega on February 09, 2012, 08:44:16 pm
Post by: TALLPANZER on February 09, 2012, 08:50:46 pm
Stiletto lifts herself up and wraps her long forelegs around Glyph and Flux. Pulling them in close and getting mud all over them.
"Meine kleine Hengste. You are such good Freunde. I just want to sit here with you for a time."
((Grammar oops))
Post by: Jackknife402 on February 09, 2012, 08:54:23 pm
"Heh, I have more than just weak justification. I sing to the stone, Falcata. It sings back..." He looks down at the floor, lightly testing his hooves. "I hear the groaning it makes as those filthy abominations walk about it, not challenged. There are wonders in this world that we do not know exist, but they do." Mortar packs up his sketch again, turning from the table to head down into the mines, but turns and looks at her. "I believe in Boo. If Arbalest knows he exists, I trust him. And I"m sorry Jaxler," He turns and looks at the pony. "If your trust in me had been shaken." Mortar turns back to the entrance of the hall and makes his way to mine entrance.
Post by: Dsarker on February 09, 2012, 09:00:56 pm
No Boo. Just need Boo. Then all good.
Post by: JaxtalMK2 on February 09, 2012, 09:12:37 pm
I blush as Stiletto pulls me into the hug. "U-umm it's n-no problem..." I chuckle nervously a bit. "But now we're all m-muddy friends."
Post by: Khenal on February 09, 2012, 09:19:51 pm
I smile slightly as Stiletto pulls me into the group hug, still feeling a bit awkward.
'See? Friendly, not going to bite.'
Post by: jaxler on February 09, 2012, 09:26:43 pm
Jaxler said to Falcata "thank you for not believing Grappel's insanity". Jaxler got up and said "I'm heading out. I think I left my crossbow at the shooting range and partisan probably wouldn't be happy if he found it there." Jaxler walked over to where he left his barrel of booze, picked up said barrel of booze and walked out the door.
Post by: Telgin on February 10, 2012, 02:41:50 am
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Virtue's Diary - 16th Limestone, 255
I went to talk with Panacea this morning and found that Grapple had left the hospital, despite having injuries. From what I gather it was never his idea to enter the hospital at all, and once he woke up he refused to stay and immediately headed off. He's definitely a strange pony, but I hope he's alright.
7th Sandstone, 255
Yet another monster in the caverns below, based on what ponies have been hearing. I'm glad we have the caverns walled off, but at this rate, I think everypony is starting to get restless. Arbalest's plans to move the catapult down there haven't even been begun yet, and I don't know what we're going to do about it. I'm really afraid to try anything at this point, but I'll keep thinking on it.
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20th Sandstone, 255
Today is one of the proudest moments in my time of running Dawnpick. The moat has finally been dug out! There's nothing in it yet, but it's still deep and wide enough to give any invaders pause and hopefully give us a chance to spot thieves before they get too close to anypony.
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I was also told by our masons that we're running very low on stone. That's unfortunate, since the miners are rightly afraid to head down to the quarries to dig any up. I managed to convince them to head down to the first stone layer and start chipping some out. They seemed reluctant, but the knowledge that the militia was standing by at a moment's notice calmed them a bit. We managed to get a fair bit of gabbro moved up here to start working on more projects, thankfully.
Now that the moat is done, we might be able to focus our attention on the catapult underground again. I'll start taking a look at my map and try to get a plan together. The masons will have a lot of work to do down there.
But, I almost forgot the most important thing today! Harvest Moon proposed to me! We're finally going to be married after all of these years of working and living together in Dawnpick. I'm so happy I think I might explode! There's so much planning to do, I'm not sure how I'll be able to plan anything else for the next month.
21st Timber, 255
A bit of an oddity today. A diamond dog was spotted near the gatehouse today by Detergent, but as soon as he saw her he bolted for safety. The guard didn't even have time to get their equipment together before he was gone. Maybe he'll let his friends know that trying to steal from us is a bad idea. The badger ponies haven't got the message yet, but the diamond dogs seem to be smarter about things. It worries me sometimes.
24th Timber, 255
Eh... it'll do I guess. Big thanks to Kryptid for the lineart, I just butchered it in the rush color job.
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Today was the big day! Harvest Moon and I are officially wed! I didn't think I could get any happier when he proposed to me, but I was wrong! We'll be moving into his room tomorrow, and freeing up mine for somepony else.
I can't think of paperwork right now though, I'm too excited!
26th Timber, 255
Another diamond dog showed up today, this time spotted by Arbalest. Just like the last one he was gone before we really knew he was here. I hope him showing up so soon after his friend isn't a bad indicator. The guard are on higher alert, and we're watching for badger pony thieves too.
8th Moonstone, 255
Well, the pumps were finally set up to get some water from the brook into the moat. Flux was overseeing the operation when something went wrong. Water was spewing everywhere, but thankfully nopony was hurt. Flux is taking a look at the designs now, and he says that it shouldn't be hard to fix.
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Whoops. Forgot to seal the opening to the pump. A quick fix.
6th Opal, 255
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Storm Cloud is officially old enough to be a stallion today. I was surprised to hear that he wanted to join the guard, but we need more ponies in the guard so the help was welcome. I sent the paper work to Partisan to look over, but I don't think there will be any problems.
The other good news today is that the moat is mostly filled. With water as another layer of deterrent, I think we'll stand a much better chance against those thieves. They'll have to come in through the trapped gate, and the militia will be waiting on them. I saw Halberd and Naginata giving them some more drills on a response to invaders. They all hopped to in short order, and I think we're really shaping up to have a proper defensive strategy.
Which reminds me that Naginata gave birth to her third foal today. She had to cut the training short when she went into labor abruptly. The baby was a pegasus filly like her mother, named Aurora. She was adorable. I can't help but think about foals now that Harvest Moon and I are married. All good things in due time, I know, but it's hard to wait!
22nd Opal, 255
Now that the moat is finished, we started on Grapple's church as promised. It's not going to be much, but if it gives him something to do and helps keep spirits up, I think it's a reasonable use of our materials. It won't be finished for some time yet, and we've still got housing to worry about, but it should be done before too much longer.
Post by: TALLPANZER on February 10, 2012, 04:52:37 am
Stiletto hums softly for while just holding Glyph and Flux close to her. Then she starts to giggle.
"You are right, we look like glückliche kleine Schweine, and we are covered in mud. We should have a bath."
Post by: Khenal on February 10, 2012, 04:57:08 am
"Um 'wallowing pigs'? Ya, we did get a bit messy with the trap."
Post by: Omicega on February 10, 2012, 01:08:29 pm
Post by: TALLPANZER on February 10, 2012, 04:34:30 pm
"Wallohing, what is Wallohing? glückliche is a good feeling word." *She giggles again* "We have made this place all muddy too."
*A bucket and a large pigtail cloth levitate out from under a near by table. The fills itself with water from a basin as the cloth dips its' self into the water. The cloth falls to the ground and starts to wipe up all the muddy hoof prints, when the prints are all cleaned up the pigtail cloth goes into the bucket and spins around until all the dirt is in the bucket, which floats outside to empty itself over the wall. Two more buckets then fill themselves and head for Glyph and Flux*
"Watch out you two, it is bath time."
Post by: Khenal on February 10, 2012, 04:47:51 pm
"Oh, happy little pigs? Uh wallowing is just what pigs do in mud, I guess. I, uh, never farmed pigs."
I barely notice the cleaning happening as I blather along. However, once the cloth heads my way, I realize what's about to happen.
"Wait, bath time? Here?!"
I start to struggle to get out of Stiletto's grasp, but to no avail as the cloth gets closer.
Post by: JaxtalMK2 on February 10, 2012, 04:57:21 pm
"A-a bath... h-here? B-but.."
Post by: TALLPANZER on February 10, 2012, 05:08:31 pm
Stiletto smiles impishly "Oops." very suddenly Stilettos' grip on the two 'trapped' stallions loosens dramatically
"Oh, you're so schlüpfrig. I can not get a good hold." *Wink*
Post by: Khenal on February 10, 2012, 05:25:10 pm
Completely oblivious to Stiletto's smile, I manage to pop free and run towards the exit.
Post by: Omicega on February 10, 2012, 05:41:43 pm
Post by: KingStrongbeard on February 10, 2012, 05:47:22 pm
Glaive stands near the edge of Dawnpick watching the setting of the sun and the rising of the moon, he looks at Falcata, as she brushes against him, and smiles warmly, despite the cold night air. "Hi, Falcata, how's your day been?" asks the bearded Unicorn softly.
Post by: Omicega on February 10, 2012, 05:58:42 pm
Post by: Powder Miner on February 10, 2012, 07:07:29 pm
Post by: JaxtalMK2 on February 10, 2012, 07:10:50 pm
I squirm my way out of Stilettos grip, then notice her smile. I chuckle a little "Well if you wanna clean me you have to catch me!" I laugh again and dash for the exit right behind Flux.
Post by: KingStrongbeard on February 10, 2012, 07:18:54 pm
"Indeed he has, but with the Badger Pony attacks on the rise, and...the recent death. I can't blame him for pushing us hard. We'll need to be ready. But you said you got into another argument in the dinning hall? What was this one about? Didn't piss off anypony important did you?" He chuckles playfully.
Post by: TALLPANZER on February 10, 2012, 07:22:52 pm
With two buckets in toe Stiletto chased the two out of the dinning hall and in the opposite direction that Falcata went, the pigtale cloth wiping up behind them until they where out in the dirt again.
"I am going get you meine kleine Hengste."
Another giggle escaped her lips. She hadn't had this much fun in years.
Post by: Khenal on February 10, 2012, 07:28:51 pm
'Crazy alicorn! She'z crazy!'
In my blind panic, I fail to see the little pebble that would spell my doom at the hooves of the obvious madmare. My leg shoots out from under me as I place my weight on it, sending me into a tumble. Unharmed, though perhaps even more dirty than before, I lay there in a daze.
Post by: JaxtalMK2 on February 10, 2012, 08:56:48 pm
I run along laughing, it had been a while since I had taken any time off of training to just have fun! As I run I glance back at Stiletto, just as Flux takes his tumble. quickly I hop over him turning around to make sure he was okay. "Hey Flux, you alright? You didn't hurt yourself did you?"
Post by: jaxler on February 11, 2012, 12:51:05 am
Jaxler’s journal
8th Sandstone, 255
Well today is my birthday. So, I’m gonna go binge drinking in celebration of my 72nd year after guard duty. well cheers to another year of stabbed wings, picking fights, and binge drinking.
8th Sandstone, 255
We’ll I’m rather confused right now. I woke up five feet from my bed with my face in the ground with a nasty head ace and a half empty keg of booze. All I can remember about last night was walking into the meeting hall with a barrel of rum. also I think I’m about an hour or two late to guard duty.
20th Sandstone, 255
Well, everypony seems happy as hell now that that moat is finished. Finally the masons can work on more housing instead of that moat. Damn I can’t wait till we get more houses up, sharing a room with somepony else is really starting to get annoying.
24th Timber, 255
Virtue got married today. I didn’t get invited to the party though, but it’s fine seeing as I probably would have gotten drunk. I’m glad that she is getting married, she deserves happiness for what she does for us all.
6th Opal, 255
Well today a new recruit came and joined the guard. He’s a stallion named Stormcloud. He just officially became old enough to put himself in danger on a daily basis. But I’m concerned a bit as to what Partisan is gonna do with the new recruit. I’m pretty confident that the next time I show up an hour late to training with a hangover he might just demote me and give the rank of second command to a pony who’s young enough to be my son. If that happened I’d probably
22nd Opal, 255
I'm pissed off, today Virtue decided to make Grapple a church. If I knew we could make such huge demands I would have asked for a golden bed and a garden of platinum statues. But the the worst part is that we're giving a mad stallion his own building when we don't even have enough housing. All the pony is gonna do is sit there and ramble on about the "holy sisters" and there holy might wile WE sleep in the dirt. Why I'd go bust in virtue's office door right now if I wasn't sure partisan would demote me for it.
Post by: TALLPANZER on February 11, 2012, 12:55:39 am
*Splash!* a bucket empties its' contents onto Flux as Stiletto continues to barrel toward Glyph. Then Flux feels himself being gingerly picked up by two pigtail cloths. They wipe the mud from his main and tail then place him on Stilettos' back.
"Glyph is fast, so I plan to go fast, hold on tightly meine Kleine."
Post by: Khenal on February 11, 2012, 01:00:15 am
'Madpony! Oh wait, it's over. That wasn't so bad.'
"...Fast?"
I quickly wrap as many limbs as I can around whatever I can get a grip on before Stiletto can bolt off.
Post by: JaxtalMK2 on February 11, 2012, 01:14:48 am
I chuckle and run off again, enjoying the game. 'I may be no good with an axe, but speed I have in spades'
"Come on and catch me then!"
Post by: TALLPANZER on February 11, 2012, 01:25:20 am
"Show me fast!"
Stiletto galloped after Glyph, pushing her self harder to take full advantage of her longer legs. Magical force helped Flux stay snugly in place.
Post by: Khenal on February 11, 2012, 01:27:37 am
I like to think I reacted like any sane pony in this situation.
"AAAAGGGHHHHH!!!"
Post by: JaxtalMK2 on February 11, 2012, 01:57:11 am
I keep running, but eventually Stiletto's longer legs begin to allow her to begin to close the distance. With a small grin I spin around and charge back, jumping to tackle her.
Post by: TALLPANZER on February 11, 2012, 02:09:36 am
Stilettos' eyes go wide as Glyph comes flying at her. She spreads her wings out to slow her down, and plants her back legs to brace her body as lifts up to try and catach Glyph as he hits her
"Get ready Flux." *she whispers in the moments before impact*
Post by: Khenal on February 11, 2012, 02:13:02 am
I somehow find a way to tighten my grip and give Stiletto an eloquent reply.
"AAAAHHHHHH!!!"
Post by: JaxtalMK2 on February 11, 2012, 02:16:32 am
I slam into Stiletto, wrapping my forehooves around her, and smiling like a manac. 'It's been way too long. I feel like a little colt again!'
Post by: TALLPANZER on February 11, 2012, 02:27:03 am
Stilettos' heart can be heard beating loudly by both Flux and Glyph, but it is almost drowned out by her laughing.
"You two make me feel wunderschön."
Stiletto squeezes Glyph close, smiles, closes her eyes and looks up *SPLASH!* at the torrent of water that just pored over the three of them. Moments later the pigtail cloths are there to get the last of the mud.
Post by: Khenal on February 11, 2012, 02:34:10 am
"AAAHH-GLUB!"
The water shocks me out of my panic, and the cloths aren't too bad, actually. Cautiously, I start to loosen my death-grip on Stiletto.
"Um, that was... the most exciting bath ever."
Post by: JaxtalMK2 on February 11, 2012, 02:39:10 am
I keep laughing, reaching a hoof up to get my mane out of my eyes. "That was the most fun I've had in years! We should do stuff like this more often!" I look up at Stiletto, then notice that I'm still holding her, making me blush a bit. "G-guess I can't tackle you huh."
Post by: TALLPANZER on February 11, 2012, 02:47:34 am
"You need to go for the smaller parts of me, if you push my center I can just bend my back legs."
Stiletto pulls her wings in slowly and she helps Flux down with magic.
"You both hold on very well though."
Post by: Khenal on February 11, 2012, 02:51:09 am
I tense up a bit as Stiletto helps me down, then relax as my hooves hit the ground and give a small chuckle.
"Ya, raw adrenaline really helps with a grip."
Post by: JaxtalMK2 on February 11, 2012, 03:15:50 am
I blush a bit more as I let Stiletto go, backing off a step. "I see... maybe you could give me some more tips later. I think I have defenitly enjoyed today... defenitly. It was fun, and I got some new friends!"
Post by: TALLPANZER on February 11, 2012, 03:32:16 am
Stiletto taps them both on the forehead with her horn
"Tonight was fun. I have not had such fun in so long. Now it is cold meine Freunde, we should go home."
Post by: Omicega on February 11, 2012, 08:36:51 am
Post by: KingStrongbeard on February 11, 2012, 02:12:24 pm
"Well that's good to hear at least. Purple mason you said? That's the unicorn right? It sounds like he was out of line, from what you told me about Arbalest after my 'talk' with him what he really needs is some help, not ponies teasing or making fun of him. It a shame, I don't think Panacea knows anything about healing mental wounds."
Gliave looks up at the full moon, and then looks to the stars. "The sky is really pretty tonight. Look there's Orion and there's Ursa Major." Says the unicorn pointing to the constellations in turn. "My father used to tell me stories about the constellations."
Post by: Omicega on February 11, 2012, 03:06:55 pm
Post by: Khenal on February 11, 2012, 04:53:28 pm
Flux' Journal, Sandstone 20
Looks like the moat is finally finished! Still working on the pumps, though. Getting them properly sealed is a bit of a pain, so taking it nice and slow.
Timber 24
Virtue and Harvest Moon were wed today! It was a lovely ceremony, and the cake was really good. I didn't stick around too long, though. There's always steel to be smelted or machinery to be set up. I was also a bit worn out from dancing with Stiletto. She really likes to dance, and she's really good, too!
Moonstone 8
I should have known those seals wouldn't hold. We tried to start filling the moat today, but the pumps just sprayed water everywhere! Nopony was hurt, but I'm a bit embarrassed about this failure. I hope Virtue will let me try to fix this problem.
Moonstone 14
Got the seal problem fixed! It's a bit slower going to fill the moat than I had hopped, but it's filling! Hopefully this will help keep the badgerpegasi out. I've heard that large pools of water make flying weird, something about the thermals. Either way, I really hope this helps to give us at least a little more security.
Post by: TALLPANZER on February 11, 2012, 06:27:23 pm
Stilettos' Midpony writings
Flux and Glyph have told me that writing in midpony will help me to learn it. I will write words onto these pages and become better.
Limestone 17-255
When I talked to madam Panacea today. Grapple will not let his hooves be treated. I will talk with him, remind him that blood soaked hooves will slip off the gates to the lands of the twin sisters. They would see us in joy, not in pain.
Timber 23-255
Lady Virtue will be married to gentlestallion Harvest Moon tomorrow. All my dresses are in Deutschmeinland. I will wear this DimondDog leather skirt. One does as one must.
Timber 25-255
I danced all of the night last night. First with Flux, I tired him out so I asked Glyph. He to needed to sit down as well when we finished. I asked Ballista next, she moves divinely I must say, but why was she so scared excited nervous? She must not dance often. I asked Lady Virtue aswell, she said Harvest Moon had all of her dances that night. I finish the night dancing with Billows, so drunk I had too catch him three times.
Opal 22-255
Today I was able to do a great thing. Lady Virtue has told Grapple that now he can build his church. I helped him move all the materials he had been allowed. As I was working I came across the planes for one my great grand uncles' Riesen-Bezwinger. I gave it to Lady Virtue as fast as I could. I hope it will help to get the stone works moving again.
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Post by: Khenal on February 11, 2012, 06:40:47 pm
I wander around the trade depot, doing some window shopping and checking to see if anypony had mailed me anything. The various things the traders brought were either completely outside my price range or totally unfathomable, often times both. Just as I start to think I should head off to do something else, I notice a large package in the mail pile. Curiosity getting the better of me, I take a closer look and see it's something for Stiletto!
'Huh, I wonder who'd send her something like this? I might as well take it to her, I don't think she comes to the depot often.'
I carefully heft the box onto my back, relieved that it feels fairly light, and head to Stiletto's apartment. In just a few minutes, I find myself knocking on her door.
"Stiletto? It's Flux! It looks like somepony mailed you something. Are you in?"
Post by: TALLPANZER on February 11, 2012, 06:51:28 pm
Stiletto was using a bucket to wash her self again, oh when will there be a well. She had just pored the water down her back when a knock came at the door
"Flux? I am in, let your self in please. I am drying my mane."
A blast of hot air magically erupted across Stilettos' back.
Post by: Khenal on February 11, 2012, 07:01:07 pm
I carefully open the door.
"Ah, ok. Somepony left this... for... you...?"
I stand in the doorway, staring, as Stiletto's mane billows in the artificial wind and makes her look stunning. After a few moments, the thump of the package hitting the floor after sliding off my back snaps me out of it. Blushing furiously and keeping my eyes on anything but Stiletto, I enter and close the door.
"Er, um... you got this, uh, package? I, uh, decided to... bring it here for you?"
Post by: TALLPANZER on February 11, 2012, 07:06:50 pm
Stilettos' eyes light up and smiles broadly
"That was so very thoughtful." *She brought her head down to Flux and kissed him on the cheek* "So, what is in it, did it say who it was from? Oh tell me please.... Flux?"
Post by: Khenal on February 11, 2012, 07:10:57 pm
I nearly topple over in surprise at the peck on the cheek, but somehow manage to stay upright.
"Um, I-I couldn't t-tell who it's from. I c-could only make out your n-name on it."
'Settle down, Flux! She's your friend, stop worrying her!'
Post by: TALLPANZER on February 11, 2012, 07:18:27 pm
"Could not tell? Oh, is it in Highpony? That would mean it is from Deutschmienland."
Stiletto finally looks at the package itself. It was about the size of a bin, but lite. She took the string and paper off of the bin with magical precision, placing it in a near by pile. Yup that's a bin alright. She removed the lid and looked inside.
"My dresses! My old uniforms! These are my close from home!"
Post by: Khenal on February 11, 2012, 07:27:05 pm
Watching Stiletto happily dig through the bin helps me to relax some.
"Um, your old clothes? Who sent them?"
Post by: TALLPANZER on February 11, 2012, 07:35:18 pm
"It must have been my Uncle Harpsichord. Only he would remember me way out here."
Stiletto tried on each different outfit as it came out of the bin as she was talking. Magically putting on hats, dresses, long boots, and capes of fine cloth or leather.
Post by: Khenal on February 11, 2012, 07:41:51 pm
Stiletto's happiness with her new, er, old clothes is too infectious, and I begin to smile. It starts small, but slowly widens as she keeps acting happy as a school filly.
"Oh wow, does everypony wear clothes like that where you come from?"
Post by: TALLPANZER on February 11, 2012, 07:50:42 pm
"Yes, cloths are so beautiful, and they are made for each pony on special order so they look as good on them as possible."
Then Stiletto pulls a fine red silk dress from the bin, if is far too small for her and there are no wing holes. Stiletto appears to be stunned by it's very presence
*Her eyes tearing up* "Why..."
Post by: Khenal on February 11, 2012, 07:58:22 pm
"Oohh, that's a nice one. It looks too small, though. Do you think you could return it for one that fits?"
Post by: TALLPANZER on February 11, 2012, 08:05:04 pm
Stiletto clenches her teeth so hard them might brake as sh tries in vain to hold back the tears. She strikes the bin with the side of her foreleg, causing it to flip upside down.
*Closing her eyes as they flood over with tears* "wie bin ich immer noch so dumm?!"
She drops the dress and just stands there, too upset to move.
Post by: Khenal on February 11, 2012, 08:09:30 pm
I jump backwards when she kicks the bin, confused at what might make her so upset. Cautiously, I approach her to put a hoof on her leg.
'Wie bin ich immer noch so dumm? Why is... something... so dumb? She's not dumb...'
"Stiletto?"
Post by: TALLPANZER on February 11, 2012, 08:24:06 pm
"mein Vater! mein Vater! mein Vater! mein Vater!"
Stiletto stomps the floor each time she says the phrase
"It is her dress! Hers! He knew what it meant! das gemeine, elend, Entschuldigung für einen Hengst! He would do this to me!? Even now!? So far away!? Why!? Does he still hate so much?! Always he his hate!? Ich wollte nur einmal für sein glücklich!"
Stiletto collapses onto the dress and blubbering sobs into it.
Post by: Khenal on February 11, 2012, 08:31:40 pm
'Her... Vater? And... probably something unflattering about a relative. Wait, crying?!'
Shaking with nerves, I gently lay a foreleg over her withers.
"Are... are you alright, Stiletto? C-can you... can I help?"
Post by: TALLPANZER on February 11, 2012, 09:00:46 pm
"Brooks' dress." Stiletto almost wails "She... I... we..."
The giant Alicorn just can't seem to get hold of her self, so she get a hold on Flux instead. Pulling him to her neck and embracing him in her long forelegs
"I loved her, Flux." *tear drops fall like rain onto Flux as Stiletto speaks* "And she... I was to late."
Post by: Khenal on February 11, 2012, 09:08:02 pm
I struggle for a moment before simply tensing up as Stiletto talks.
'Brook? Babbling Brook, the fisherpony?'
"I... I'm so sorry, Stiletto..."
Post by: TALLPANZER on February 11, 2012, 09:20:44 pm
Stiletto gulped in air as if she had been choking
"I am slow. If I was here sooner. Now, now she is gone," *She looks into Fluxs' eyes through a curtain of tears* "and there was nothing I could do."
Post by: Khenal on February 11, 2012, 09:27:59 pm
I tear up as Stiletto keeps sobbing
"N-n-nopony can b-be everywhere, S-Stiletto. I... I wish I had s-started m-m-making traps sooner, then maybe... maybe..."
Post by: TALLPANZER on February 11, 2012, 09:43:50 pm
"But.. how can you?" *She gulped and sniffled* "How can you say such things?"
Stiletto rubs her neck against Fluxs' mane
"I am the o-one in the steel." *she closes her eyes once more trying to hold back the flood* "Der Knochen Brechen Monster."
Post by: Khenal on February 11, 2012, 09:52:25 pm
Trembling, and with tears freely flowing, I reach up to gently run a shaking hoof through her hair, trying to calm her.
"Y-you're not a m-monster, Stiletto."
Post by: TALLPANZER on February 11, 2012, 10:02:42 pm
Stiletto shudders but tries to encourage the gentle petting she is receiving.
"Do you.. Do you.. do you really think that?"
Post by: Khenal on February 11, 2012, 10:27:15 pm
"I... I know it, Stiletto."
Post by: TALLPANZER on February 11, 2012, 10:49:36 pm
"When they called me monster, she made them stop."
Stiletto started to breath more regularly, while holding Flux like someone will take him away.
Post by: Khenal on February 11, 2012, 10:58:08 pm
"I... I wish I had g-gotten to know her. She... she sounds l-like a great p-p-pony."
Post by: TALLPANZER on February 11, 2012, 11:05:50 pm
Stiletto bends her neck to whisper softly into Fluxs' ear
"She was kind, and beautiful, and determined. Things I wanted to be. You would have loved her too."
Post by: Khenal on February 11, 2012, 11:09:39 pm
"She... she sounds a lot l-like you..."
Post by: TALLPANZER on February 11, 2012, 11:14:58 pm
Stiletto raised her head and looked into Fluxs' eyes deeply, then she moved in and kissed him the same way.
Post by: Khenal on February 11, 2012, 11:33:03 pm
'I...what...Stiletto...?'
Fear, relief, happiness, unease, guilt, unworth and more wage war. It's all to much for me to handle, and I pass out with the sweet taste of Stiletto's lips still on mine.
Post by: KingStrongbeard on February 12, 2012, 02:17:40 am
Falcata looks up into the night sky, following Glaive's pointing hoof as he identifies various constellations. Though she could natter on for hours about clouds, weather patterns and other things in the sky, things outside the atmosphere are a bit beyond her scope. Probably a unicorn thing to be thinking about those magical lights so high up, she ponders, but she nevertheless responds with enthusiasm.
"Really? Tell me some!" she implores the unicorn, pressing herself into him to stave off the chill of the night.
((Apologies for taking so long to reply, been away from my PC all day.))
(http://dl.dropbox.com/u/41621737/GlaiveAvatarDorfbeard.jpg)
"Hmm, my father, taught me quite a few things when I was a foal, he always said, "A good warrior needs a strong mind and body." I'll tell you what he told me about the Ursa Major." Glaive stares up at the sky at the constellation. "Firstly, I should say, the Ursa Major is oldpony speak for large bear, or Great Bear as it's usually translated."
Glaive clears his throat and begins his story.
((I will be using some of the randomly generated deities from the game, I will include their domain and usually depicted form in (()) ))
"Long ago Dan Noval Istbar ((Male unicorn, love)) lusted after a beautiful pegasus mare, of yellow color, who loved nature and all it's wonders. However the mare was already married and had a family of her own. This did not discourage Dan Noval Istbar, as why should he a god, care for the traditions of we lesser mortals, and so did he seduce the yellow mare. Yet when the mare's husband found out, he went to the temple of Vumom ((Female unicorn, scholarship)) Dan's godly wife and reported his wandering. Vumom grew jealous and transformed the yellow mare into a bear. The mare, fearful of what her husband and foal would think of her new form ran into the wilderness where she lived for many a year.
Years later, her foal now nearly grown, was out hunting, and spotted the Great Bear, not knowing that it was his own mother, bewitched by some godly spell, he readied his crossbow to slay the beast. But his shot was stayed by Dan Noval Istbar, who stepped in to avert the tragedy. He could not undo the curse of the goddess, so instead he transformed the son into a bear as well, and put them in the sky. Where they became the constellations Ursa Major, and Ursa Minor.
Now, my father never told me this last part, but Grandfather always added that when they were in the sky the Son told the Mother, that the Father was responsible for her transformation, and that when the Blood Moon is out, the Ursa Major comes down from the sky to look for her husband, destroying pony homes and villages until the sun rises again. But I think Grandfather just wanted to scare me."
Post by: TALLPANZER on February 12, 2012, 04:46:59 am
Stiletto pulls away slowly from Fluxs' passed out form, and then snuggles right up next to him and wraps him in a wing.
'So viel mehr als Art'
Stiletto lay her head down into Fluxs' mane and fell asleep just so.
Post by: Khenal on February 12, 2012, 05:07:38 am
I fidget slightly in Stiletto's embrace as I dream.
Dawnpick lay before me, idealized and safe. No need for traps, for walls, for moats. There are a few ponies in shining armor, sworn to protect and brave and strong, though there is little sign they would ever need to fight. I sit at an overlarge smelter, filling a giant crucible shaped like the one on my flanks. As I finish and send it into the smelter, Stiletto approaches. She towers over me; tall, majestic and beautiful. And not alone. At her side is a blue mare with green hair, just as tall and regal as Stiletto. Everything she deserves.
'Mein klien hengst' says Stiletto, 'This is Brook, mien Love!'
They share a loving kiss and start to walk away. I try to follow, but they gain distance no matter how fast I gallop. Stiletto glances over her shoulder and sees me running all out to try to follow her.
'Sorry, klien hengst. She is my Love, you are freund.'
With that, they begin to vanish from my sight, laughing and totally in love, not needing a simple smelter like me. Steel ingots rain down, forming a wall to finally rob me of seeing Stiletto. As the dream starts to fade into the darkness of deeper slumber, the last thing I see is Stiletto; laughing with her true love.
Post by: Telgin on February 12, 2012, 01:48:28 pm
What skill level is Powder Miner?
Sorry for not getting back to you sooner. He's up to professional now, but I'm going to have to find more for the miners to do. With the forgotten beasts to kill, I'll probably be setting up some elaborate traps needing their help. If nothing else, got more marble to mine. Or more dirt to clear out. :D
Post by: TALLPANZER on February 12, 2012, 02:37:56 pm
Stiletto is shaken awake by Fluxs' movements. She strokes his mane with the side of her head and starts singing softly.
In deiner Schöpfung Himmel tat Dekret
Das in deinen Armen süßer Tod wohnen zu
tief stille vervollständigen
Schwarzer Samt Meer
Die Sirenen sind für mich ruft
Meine Seele gerettet denken "Dieses Lied ist eine Lüge"
Sand am Ufer ist so trocken,
tief stille vervollständigen
Schwarzer Samt Meer
Die Sirenen sind für mich ruft
Das Alter wird sagen: "Dieser Dichter Lügen"
Himmel nie berührt irdisches Gesicht
Das Alter wird sagen: "Diese Nacht gehörte uns"
Gesegnet mit der Deep
Die stille die vervollständigen
((original song: Deep Silent Complete// by: Nightwish))
Post by: Khenal on February 12, 2012, 03:07:16 pm
The quiet singing gently draws me back to consciousness and I open one of my eyes as she draws the song to a close.
"St-Stiletto? What... was that song? It was so.. beautiful..."
I close my eye and snuggle into her side, enjoying the warm softness of her wing and not quite aware that this isn't another dream.
Post by: Omicega on February 12, 2012, 03:44:59 pm
Post by: KingStrongbeard on February 12, 2012, 04:28:46 pm
Post by: thetyler101 on February 12, 2012, 04:34:00 pm
Missionary log
Limestone, 255
Well, Stiletto talked me into going back to the hospital and at least getting some bandages on my hooves. The girl put up quite the argument as too, even quoted form the book of Faust, "And the pony who fixes his neighbor house while his own is but rubble is a fool." (Faust 7:23) I guess somepoy really has been paying attention to my sermons!
Speaking of Stiletto, she has really taken a shining to the town smithy, an earth pony by the name of Flux. Handsome stallion if I ever saw one. Saw them both with another pony, Glyph I believe, in the dining hall. There was some shouting over that odd blue unicorn and his "Boo". Well, they rushed of to find "Boo" and soon engulf I see all three walking back wet as ship-rats! HA! Reminds me of that one job I did in lower- No. That's not me anymore. That part of my life is buried now.
Sandstone, 255
Well, If it's not bandits in the hills, it's monsters in the deep it seems. Two now. Blag, where did they find the evil to make even one of those things is beyond me. Were running low on stone as well, so were going to have to find some way to stop those things. There are plans being made right now though, but I'll leave them to ponies that know such things. I will prey to the sisters to aid them in there righteous work.
It's not all bad news though! The moat is finally completed! Perhaps now we can all sleep in peace. That's not all! Ms. Virtue is too be wed as well! She's in a flurry of planing now, I wonder if I should offer my services as a chaplain?
Timber, 255
Well the wedding I wrote of before was a smashing success! I am measuring success on the number of drunk ponies of course. Ms. Virtue had me preform the ceremony. It wasn't the "Dan-Nova-Bastard" ceremony they wanted at first, but the one of my own faith is not that different all in all. Things got a little awkward at the breaking the the cup when they both tried to stomp it, but otherwise it went off without a hitch. I excused myself from the festivity's as large amounts of drink tend to make things awkward for me, make me chatty about my past. "All things in moderation" as the book of laughter says. I here Stiletto was quite the dancer.
Also, there were some diamond dogs but who cares?
Moonstone, 255
Trouble all around it seems. I ran out of incense for the festival of Luna's moon, and the town is having trouble with the pumps filling the moat. I am sure they can fix the pumps with no problems at all, but I fear my burnt offerings to the sister of the night sky will be quite lacking. I do hope she understands.
Opal, 255
Happy days! The building of church has begun! Ms. Virtue has graciously allowed me some materials to begin my work and Stiletto is helping me move all of it to the planed site. I can hardly wait!
In other news, a young Pegasus has come of age and has gone off to join the guard. I don't like it. The boy may be full grown but he still has a ways to go till he can be called a stallion. He is still to young to-
That's odd, Stiletto just found some sheet of paper and ran off. Something about a 'Rezen-Bee-winger'? I should have paid more attention to our high-pony lessons at the Missionary.
Post by: Omicega on February 12, 2012, 05:41:32 pm
Post by: KingStrongbeard on February 12, 2012, 05:51:29 pm
Glaive holds Falcata tight, and nuzzles her as he whispers, "You are my everything here Falcata, I would never leave you for anything in the world or the sky. Without the joy and laughter you bring to my life, I don't know what I would be." He kisses her forehead. "I love you." His voice shakes with emotion when he speaks the last sentence. A pair of shooting stars fly together through the night sky overhead, unnoticed by the two young ponies.
Post by: Omicega on February 12, 2012, 06:35:26 pm
Post by: Powder Miner on February 12, 2012, 06:57:47 pm
Some distance away, Powder Miner was hesitating as he looked into the tunnel to the mining areas. The beasts down there were giving him pause. But scared as he was, it would be quick for a miner of his professional skill (he figured) so he hesitantly went down and mined.
Post by: KingStrongbeard on February 12, 2012, 06:59:32 pm
Post by: Omicega on February 12, 2012, 07:53:53 pm
Post by: KingStrongbeard on February 12, 2012, 08:36:20 pm
"I hope you'll get to meet him then someday, he'd like you very much I think. He lives in my family's home in the capital. He's retired now, spends most of his days reading his books, and he used to spend a lot of time sitting around with his old war buddies playing chess and telling the same old stories. Though he did that much less, after my sister..." Glaive immediately stops talking as the word sister comes out of his mouth, "I'm sorry that's not something I should be talking about now." Glaive rapidly tries to deflect the conversation away from that area, "It's starting to get cold, and we got training early tomorrow. Perhaps we should turn in for the night?"
Post by: jaxler on February 12, 2012, 09:11:33 pm
Some distance away, Powder Miner was hesitating as he looked into the tunnel to the mining areas. The beasts down there were giving him pause. But scared as he was, it would be quick for a miner of his professional skill (he figured) so he hesitantly went down and mined.(http://i1135.photobucket.com/albums/m638/bradshja/JaxlerAvatar-1.jpg)
Jaxler woke up face in the ground. he got up off the hard ground and realized he was in the mines. Jaxler had absolutely no recollection of last night and had a nasty ace in his head. he saw an empty keg at the end of the tunnel and his crossbow on top. he walked over to make sure his bow wasn't broken. he sighed in relief when he realized it wasn't damaged. then he looked to the other end of the tunnel and saw Powder Miner. he noticed powder bit stressed. Jaxler walked over and said "hay Powder!"
Post by: Powder Miner on February 12, 2012, 09:30:01 pm
"Whoa! Hey Jaxler, what are you doing here?" Powder Miner stopped in the middle of applying a few soft repeated strokes to the corner of the boulder he was digging out.
Post by: TALLPANZER on February 12, 2012, 09:44:08 pm
The quiet singing gently draws me back to consciousness and I open one of my eyes as she draws the song to a close.(http://i1135.photobucket.com/albums/m638/bradshja/StilettoAvatar.jpg)
"St-Stiletto? What... was that song? It was so.. beautiful..."
I close my eye and snuggle into her side, enjoying the warm softness of her wing and not quite aware that this isn't another dream.
"It is a song one sings to calm their Freundin as they sleep."
Stiletto nuzzles Fluxs' mane and kisses his head
"You are a good... pillow? is that the word?"
Post by: Khenal on February 12, 2012, 09:47:06 pm
Drifting in a state of only slight-consciousness, I murmur a response.
"Mmm, I think so... You're a good bed... and blanket... and pony..."
Post by: jaxler on February 12, 2012, 09:54:38 pm
"well Powder, I woke up with my face in the dirt over there. I really don't know why I'm down here." Jaxler looked around and noticed the tunnel went on as far as his eye could see "Damn Powder did you dig this entire tunnel out?"
Post by: TALLPANZER on February 12, 2012, 11:17:56 pm
"Then rest on me, meine süße Art und Freundin."
Stiletto leans into to place a goodnight kiss on Flux.
Post by: Khenal on February 12, 2012, 11:22:03 pm
I sleepily return the kiss, murmuring a few last words before sleep claims me for the night.
"Mmm, better... than... last... dream..."
Post by: Powder Miner on February 12, 2012, 11:29:10 pm
"Well, no. I had the other miner's help, but I did carve out a significant portion of the tunnel. I might reach my goal soon. ...I'm a bit worried about digging so much though, what if we breach into those caverns?" Powder Miner sees the barrel of booze. "That barrel might explain why you got down here. You need to be careful about that, Jaxler, you might have got hurt."
((They are friends, game-wise so I will RP mah poneh as being friendly towards yours))
Post by: TALLPANZER on February 12, 2012, 11:34:28 pm
Stiletto places her head back down on Flux and close her eyes
"ja ... viel besser."
((End scene))
Post by: jaxler on February 13, 2012, 12:00:13 am
Jaxler raises his eyebrow in surprise at powder's concern "I guess I probably should avoid blacking out in the tunnels but if I started thinking when I'm drinking it would kinda defeat the purpose. but seriously Don't worry about me Powder, because if you do you'll be worrying all the time " Jaxler moved over to the barrel of booze and used it as a seat. "so... what's this about a goal?"
Post by: Powder Miner on February 13, 2012, 12:06:31 am
Powder Miner shifted his weight onto his other two legs. "I come from a clan of laborers," at this he gestured to the mark on his cheek "and we mark ourselves with the labor we are talented at. Similar to a cutie mark, but sort of classifies us in our clan. We have a way of classifying skill too. I've always wanted to reach the highest level, that of legends, like my great-uncle before me."
Post by: jaxler on February 13, 2012, 12:19:19 am
Jaxler laughed a little bit "so, you wan't to become a legend. you plan to have stories of you actions told years after your death. you plan to become a icon of success and a symbol of determination and to never be forgotten in the sands of time." Jaxler paused and started to smile "well, then I can't wait to help you."
Post by: Powder Miner on February 13, 2012, 12:35:52 am
"Well... really... I just aspire to become one of the best there is. It's a pretty high height, and it might seem a bit arrogant, but I don't care. I just keep working. I like mining anyway."
Post by: jaxler on February 13, 2012, 12:48:05 am
Jaxler thought about powder's response. "why the hell would anypony thing your arrogant. Its only logical that you would want to be known for what you love." Jaxler got up off the barrel and said "so... what's this about your clan, your uncle and this rank system? in all the time I've known you I've never heard a thing about this".
Post by: Jackknife402 on February 13, 2012, 02:37:43 am
Mortar made his way slowly down to the tunnels, a soft hum upon his lips as he walked, his eyes closed yet he seemed to find his way quite well. From time to time deep throated syllables escaped his lips: "Fu....rae da, le moi le mei...." the rock underneath him seemed to vibrate as hhe sang, oscillating as his tone and pitch changed. He stopped several yards from the two ponies, having felt them through the stone. Recognizing the two ponies as Powder miner and Jaxler; he approached. "Been hitting that barrel again I see Jaxler, Hello Powder. Come down to do some digging?"
Post by: TALLPANZER on February 13, 2012, 03:11:05 pm
Stiletto awoke the next morning with Flux sleeping peacefully under her wing. The first rays of light had just hit the ground, telling Stiletto it was time to brake her fast. She rose carefully, so as to not disturb her freundlichsten Freundin. Magically, she boiled water in a rock pot, then skimmed the flotsam away. Oats and raisins where stirred into the pot next. Ten or so minuets later Stiletto pored the content of the rock pot into two wooden bowls, sliced up an apple and placed it on top of the Oatmeal. She ate and left the other bowl next to Flux as she left for a hard day of patrol and training.
*On her way out, she looks back at the sleeping Flux* "Have a good morning, miene Freundin."
Post by: Khenal on February 13, 2012, 04:17:01 pm
Several minutes after Stiletto leaves, I begin the arduous journey to the waking state. Blearily rolling to my hooves, I follow my sense of smell to the only thing in the room worth waking for at the moment.
"Mmm, oatmeal... oohh and fruit."
The delicious breakfast draws me to be fully awake, and I pause in mid-bite as I realize where I am.
'I guess she didn't feel like taking me to my apartment. I am such a foal...'
Appetite gone, I wash the bowl and prepare to leave. Before I can reach the door, though, I notice the red silk dress of Stiletto's love. It was crumpled up in a corner, having landed there sometime during Stiletto's grief. I gingerly pick it up in my hooves and very carefully lay it out on Stiletto's bed so it won't wrinkle or get stepped on. I consider cleaning up, but decide against it. These clothes were important to her, and I wasn't sure if she'd want me touching them. I would have left the dress alone, but... it just didn't feel right to just leave it there on the floor. I glance back at the dress before closing the door behind me, then hang my head.
"I'm sorry I stole your kiss, Brook..."
Post by: jaxler on February 13, 2012, 08:24:54 pm
Jaxler was confused as to why Mortar was down in the mines. Was he really singing to the stone? he had assumed Mortar was joking when said he sung to them. "hay, Mortar! what brings you to a place like this?"
Post by: Powder Miner on February 13, 2012, 09:03:29 pm
Powder Miner thought for a brief moment. "Well, I thought it might be a bit presumptuous to want to be one of the best... And about the clan... well... I guess noone ever asked about the mark on my cheek or anything related to it, so I never thought to explain. We come from the northwest corner of the country, and we're laborers, military and civilian, seeking to gain fortune, master our trade, or such things like that. As each of us chooses a labor, we get a painted mark on our cheek of the labor- I have a pick -as a kind of second cutie mark I guess for the clan.
Our names also come from that, we're simply "peasants". I'm named "Powder" because of our clan's religion, far different from that of the preacher Grapple's. We believe the world's made of of a number -quite a lot- of elements. They're not exactly intuitive, and a few of them confuse even me, for example this weird white condensed magic thing called Ceyfor. Powder is an element, representing, dust, dirt, and leaves, and there's an order to them but I don't want to list them right now. Your first name is basically your element in order of if you were the first second or so on of your profession and then your profession. I was the first miner where I was born and hence my name Powder Miner. And then you have your last name to distinguish you.
We have a rank system for how well you do your labor. The number of ranks is the same for all of them, but the criteria are custom-tailored for all of the jobs. As a miner, I'm... currently I think... professional because I can reliably mine out boulders without significant risk of injury in the process, not counting faulting patterns of mining that would cause the ceiling to drop on my head. My great-uncle, Torch Miner, was a legend of a miner. He was pretty famous around the clan for being able to dig out large areas in small amounts of time almost every time effortlessly churning out a usable piece of rock. He even brought down a ridge on the heads of a diomedian siege once."
He turned to Mortar. "Yes, I'm here to dig. That reminds me- I should finish digging this out before it falls out on it own. I think I can hear it beginning to creak, should have dug it out before I began to talk." At this Powder Miner put his pick in the corner of the half-dug-out boulder and gave a quick twist, rendering the boulder free of the wall with a crack.
Post by: Jackknife402 on February 14, 2012, 02:44:35 am
"You hadn't need to have worried Powder, there was a little niche holding that boulder in place; it was quite solid and could have lasted a few quick bucks by our warrior friend here." Mortar smiled at Jaxler. "I'm inspecting the work on the wall that protects us from the creatures that occupy the Deep Roads, or the layer of caverns that Powder here has tunneled into. Mortar made a light hum to himself, the stone beneath his hooves vibrating ever the slightest. "Also was planning to do a bit of mapping beyond the walls; and also wanted to figure out where the current denizens of the Deep are resting; see much of a chance we have should we pierce these walls for a moment."
Post by: TALLPANZER on February 14, 2012, 04:07:30 am
Stiletto was ecstatic today. Everything she did had a little bit more vigor to it. Her eyes were bright and full of confidence. On the training ground she took on three of her squad and battled them to a stand still. A normally long patrol seemed to pass in no time at all. When she took lunch at the temple ground, everypony could hear her joyful humming. One more trip to the training field for a wrestling demonstration and Stiletto hurried home, too change.
Upon entering her apartment Stiletto realizes just what a mess was left. Brooks' dress had been placed on the bed though. She up-righted the bin and found some letters that had been at the bottom of it. No time for that now though. Four hats, five dresses, four pairs of boots, and two capes latter, she was finally ready too go to the smelter and see her freundlichste Liebe. The door to Stiletto's apartment, through miracle of carpentry, managed to stay on its' hinges as the large alicorn flew through it with very little regard for its' proper use. In but a few moments, Stiletto was standing in the doorway to Fluxs' smelter.
"Hello to you on the fine evening." *She said standing so the sun was setting on her left side.*
Post by: Khenal on February 14, 2012, 04:26:07 am
My day had gone far worse. The smelter didn't want to get up to temperature, then I almost ruined some steel by putting in too much charcoal. Come lunch, I only ate a small meal. I noticed the trap Stiletto and I had set up the other day and was reminded of my foalishness for pining after that which would never be mine. My work was sloppy and slow, giving me no time to even unwind by doodling traps. When Stiletto greets me in the smelter, I almost step in the cooling ingots in surprise.
"St-Stiletto?"
Post by: TALLPANZER on February 14, 2012, 04:38:33 am
Stiletto smiles wide and bright, a spark in her eyes. She skips once and glides over to Flux.
"What has meine freundlichste Liebe been doing today? Are you ready for a drink? or do you want to stay in?
Post by: Khenal on February 14, 2012, 05:00:34 am
'Well, at least she doesn't seem too upset about yesterday. She still calls me Freund-something...'
I think for a moment, then decide that a drink might help me forget this awful day and give a small smile.
"Um, sure, Stiletto. A drink sounds... good."
Post by: TALLPANZER on February 14, 2012, 05:16:30 am
Stiletto playfully leans into Flux and folds her wing about his withers.
"Drinks then. You never told me you favorite drink." *Stiletto brings her head down and whispers into Fluxs' ear* "And want you, to tell everything meine freundlichste Liebe."
She kisses him on the neck and looks in to his eye, her own filled with excitement
Post by: Khenal on February 14, 2012, 05:27:54 am
I get lost in her eyes for a moment before remembering my place.
'She's just being friendly, Flux. Some light-hearted teasing between Friend-whatevers.'
"Um, my f-favorite drink? I, uh, like sunshine..."
Post by: TALLPANZER on February 14, 2012, 05:38:54 am
"How very fitting. Do you think they will have many good barrels? I want us to have a good time on our first öffentlichen Ausflug."
Stiletto used her wing to guide Flux to the dinning hall and into a pair of very close seats
"Go on and order so we can share a mug together."
Post by: Khenal on February 14, 2012, 05:54:44 am
'Did she already forgive me for yesterday? She's so... amazing...'
I go and get a mug of sunshine, paying most of my extra bits for it because of how rare it is. The expense is worth it, though, if it means I could give her something nice.
"Um, here's the sunshine. It's pretty strong, so, uh, sharing was a good idea."
Post by: TALLPANZER on February 14, 2012, 06:13:02 am
Stiletto picks up the mug with her magic and takes a solid swig of sunshine.
*Giggling and swooshing her tail about* "Oh my, that is strong." *Looking into Fluxs' eyes* "and sweet."
Post by: Khenal on February 14, 2012, 06:17:56 am
'Yes, you are...'
"Yes, yo-it! is."
I reach over and take my own healthy swig of the delicious brew to try to hide my slip of the tongue.
Post by: TALLPANZER on February 14, 2012, 06:26:25 am
Flux feels Stilettos' tail wrap around his own under the table
"My we are going through this fast, I will get the next one, yes?" *The impish grin was back*
Post by: Khenal on February 14, 2012, 06:32:22 am
I somehow manage to not do a spit-take when I feel her tail entwine with mine. Blushing, I simply nod to her question.
'Is she... flirting with me? But why...?'
Post by: TALLPANZER on February 14, 2012, 06:40:56 am
"Oh look, some on you lip." *Stiletto leans in and kisses Flux for a brief moment* "Did I get it?"
Before Flux could reply the wings came into play, fully spread to surround Stilettos' smiling face.
Post by: Khenal on February 14, 2012, 06:49:54 am
I gape and stare at Stiletto as it seems like my dreams are literally coming true. Not that first one, but the 2nd one.
'She... she is!'
"Um... n-n-no?"
Post by: TALLPANZER on February 14, 2012, 06:55:50 am
Stiletto kisses Flux again, taking her time for this one.
"Did I get it this time?" *She winks* "I can do this as many times as you need."
Post by: Khenal on February 14, 2012, 07:00:44 am
'Please don't be another dream...'
"Um, I... I think you, uh, got it that t-time, Stiletto."
Post by: TALLPANZER on February 14, 2012, 07:09:41 am
"It tastes so good, better then blood oranges. Speaking of."
Magic envelops a barrel that was sitting near their table. It floated over, uncorked it self then refilled their mug. Stiletto then took a swig using only her mouth. She placed it on the table and pushed it toward Flux with her nose.
"Your turn."
Post by: jaxler on February 14, 2012, 11:13:14 am
"You hadn't need to have worried Powder, there was a little niche holding that boulder in place; it was quite solid and could have lasted a few quick bucks by our warrior friend here." Mortar smiled at Jaxler. "I'm inspecting the work on the wall that protects us from the creatures that occupy the Deep Roads, or the layer of caverns that Powder here has tunneled into. Mortar made a light hum to himself, the stone beneath his hooves vibrating ever the slightest. "Also was planning to do a bit of mapping beyond the walls; and also wanted to figure out where the current denizens of the Deep are resting; see much of a chance we have should we pierce these walls for a moment."(http://i1135.photobucket.com/albums/m638/bradshja/JaxlerAvatar-1.jpg)
Jaxler really didn't know what to think. He felt the stone vibrate as Mortar hummed. Maybe Mortar's voice really seemed to effect the stone. Regardless of how strange it seemed Jaxler decided it probably was just some sort of unicorn magic. "you really don't need to asses what kind of a chance we would have given we broke into the caverns right now. I can promise you that anypony down here wouldn't survive if that happened. In-fact Virtue would probably send in the militia and guard to slow down the monsters wile the masons walled up the mines and left us for dead."
Post by: Khenal on February 14, 2012, 03:50:45 pm
Still not sure if this is a dream or not, I take a drink of the offered mug. The blood orange wine is quite good, a nice deep orange flavor with a decent kick, too.
"That's blood orange -hic- wine? It's pretty go-hic-od."
Post by: TALLPANZER on February 14, 2012, 04:01:28 pm
"Yes, and the taste hides its' Bitterkeit, so you can dink it all night."
The enchanted barrel refills the mug again and Stiletto takes another deep drink
"Oops, got some one me, could you get it for me meine freundlichsten Liebe?"
Post by: Khenal on February 14, 2012, 04:16:15 pm
Still hiccuping occasionally from nerves and slight inebriation, I lean forward to carefully lick the wine from her lips and then gently kiss her.
Post by: TALLPANZER on February 14, 2012, 04:26:07 pm
Stiletto closes her eyes and kisses Flux back
*as their lips part* "Truly a lovely taste."
The mug is once again filled to the brim.
Post by: L1wW on February 14, 2012, 07:31:16 pm
Post by: jaxler on February 14, 2012, 07:40:07 pm
Is this still going even though DF 2012 is out?
ya, I'm wondering about that too
Post by: Telgin on February 14, 2012, 07:50:03 pm
Is this still going even though DF 2012 is out?
Yeah, I plan to continue it for now. There's going to be bug fix releases and all for the new version, so I won't be really playing anything big in it for a while yet.
Post by: Khenal on February 14, 2012, 07:53:17 pm
I hold my alcohol far worse than Stiletto does. As the mug is filled and emptied repeatedly, I start to hum a happy tune. Before too long, I start singing quietly and wordlessly in middle baritone, just letting my happiness flow as easily as the wine.
((Hooray, Dawnpick continues!))
Post by: L1wW on February 14, 2012, 07:54:56 pm
Is this still going even though DF 2012 is out?
Yeah, I plan to continue it for now. There's going to be bug fix releases and all for the new version, so I won't be really playing anything big in it for a while yet.
Awesome! Might get enough time to see full grown badass champion Granite Owlpastime the LegendaryThief-Slaying Hero of Dawnpick aka some random mechanic/smith fellow... if he doesn't wind up dead in the well contaminating the water supply with pony blood, but regardless thanks for keeping it going
Post by: jaxler on February 14, 2012, 08:14:49 pm
well that makes me happy.Is this still going even though DF 2012 is out?
Yeah, I plan to continue it for now. There's going to be bug fix releases and all for the new version, so I won't be really playing anything big in it for a while yet.
Post by: TALLPANZER on February 14, 2012, 10:22:30 pm
"You sing Flux?" *Stiletto flutters her eyes, clearly not immune to all the wine she has been ingesting* "I would love to her you sing."
Post by: Khenal on February 14, 2012, 11:06:10 pm
"Sing? Oh! Um, yes. My, uh, family thought I'd get a music cutie mark, but..."
I trail off, remembering my past. But with the present staring me in the eyes, how could I refuse her a song?
"I, uh, know a fun bar song. It looses a bit without instruments, but I'll sing it anyway."
I tap a bit of a beat on the table and hum the introduction to set myself up, then start singing.
Who's coming with me?
To kick a hole in the sky
I love the sunshine
Lets drink that stuff till it's dry
So grab a moonshine, Orange wine
Whatever you need
Have a shot from the bottle
Doesn't matter to me
'Nother round, fill her up
Hammer down, grab a cup
Bottoms up!
This is what it's all about
No one can slow us down
We ain't gonna stop until the clock runs out
Hell can't handle all of us
So get your bottles up
Drinkin' every drop until it all runs out
'Nother round, fill her up
Hammer down, grab a cup
Bottoms up!
So grab your best friend
And make your way to the bar
But keep your distance
We're gonna light it on fire
We're drinkin' black root, 80 Proof
Straight Dragon's breath
Slam as much as you can take
and then we're on to the next
'Nother round, fill her up
Hammer down, grab a cup
Bottoms up!
This is what it's all about
No one can slow us down
We ain't gonna stop until the clock runs out
Hell can't handle all of us
So get your bottles up
Drinkin' every drop until it all runs out
'Nother round, fill her up
Hammer down, grab a cup
Bottoms up!
I smile after finishing the song, happy to have sang a fun, energetic song in front of somepony for the first time in a long time.
(Song is Bottoms Up by Nickelback, lyrics adjusted by me and Tallpanzer.)
Post by: TALLPANZER on February 14, 2012, 11:25:17 pm
Stiletto applauds by lightly hoofing the ground repeatedly.
"That was wonderful Flux, where did you learn to sing like that?"
The barrel fills the mug another time, empty now, the last few drops fall into the cup.
Post by: Khenal on February 14, 2012, 11:32:36 pm
I blush deeply when I realize that everypony in the bar had to have heard my song, then quietly answer Stiletto.
"Um, my entire family entertains. They thought I'd have a singing cutie mark, but I, uh, don't handle crowds well."
Post by: Powder Miner on February 15, 2012, 12:02:45 am
"Bad form to leave a section half-carved anyway." At this point Powder Miner begins work on the next section, beginning to dig out a round corner of the next boulder.
Post by: TALLPANZER on February 15, 2012, 01:00:02 am
"Oh, you are afraid of crowds Flux? My uncle Harpsichord would say 'Use that fear to drive you'. Your singing is excellent and is a Travestie you do not do it more."
Stiletto drinks the last cup of Blood orange wine and hic-ups. She quickly covers her mouth with a wing and recovers herself.
"I might be having to much to drink." *Uncorks another Barrel and winks at Flux* "More?"
Post by: Khenal on February 15, 2012, 01:18:37 am
"Um, are you s-s-sure we should drink even more? I'm, uh, pretty shloshed..."
Post by: Jackknife402 on February 15, 2012, 02:45:45 am
Mortar smirked at Jaxler. "Not so true, one of those creatures; if I got it's description right through the stone, is made of a liquid, but the chucks in the material it seems to be vomit of some kind. My experience in the MGMC taught me one thing: mythical creatures made of liquids go splat very easily. The other one might pose a bit of a hazard; but I"m certain our military; fully equiped and well trained as they are, can handle it quite well. Mortar gave Jaxler a reassuring pat. "And I'd strike sooner than wall you and the others in; I'd rather pick up a hammer and join you.
Mortar stopped for a few moments and watched Powder, then smirked. "I see you're getting much better, but you're still fracturing against the grain of the stone a bit too much, try working with the grain...your cuts will be cleaner and the stone above all else more useable to me."
Post by: jaxler on February 15, 2012, 12:36:08 pm
Jaxler really didn't feel any better that one of the monsters was made of water. If anything it meant that there body composition could vary widely, if one was made of water maybe it is equally possible that one could be made of pure iron. but the one thing that was more unsettling to him than his realization was the hoof that just patted his shoulder.
"Mortar, please promise me that you will never try to help me Kill anything. I put my life on the line every day so that you don't haft to and I don't want to be accountable if you get hurt. your a civilian, so please don't charge in with a hammer, that's my job."
Post by: Dsarker on February 15, 2012, 04:49:19 pm
Arbalest on way to catapult. Trap nearby. Animal trap. Arbalest not know trap before. New trap.
Arbalest walk over to trap. It triggered. Little creatu-
Arbalest shake head. Not true. Can't be.
"Boo!"
"Squeak!" says Boo.
I opened the trap. Boo is back! Now time for camaraderie, adventure, and steel on steel! The stuff of legends, right Boo? "Squeek!"
Post by: bukitodinos on February 15, 2012, 05:01:59 pm
castiorn's random notes
out of the hospital finally i can get back to making that steel war hammer iv been trying to make!
Post by: Dsarker on February 15, 2012, 05:10:48 pm
Well, Boo? Shall we go forth and inform my new friends of my finding you? "Squeak!" Good answer, Boo! Check the dining hall first!
Let us go! TO THE DINING HALL!
Post by: L1wW on February 15, 2012, 06:36:29 pm
So here I am drunk off my ass and only 3 years old. Mom would be soooo proud...
So in my drunken stupor I manage to stumble through a few crowds and enter the dining hall when my vision momentarily clears... and lo and behold there's this extreemly happy blue unicorn holding what looks to be some hamster thingy.
I gather as much composure as a drunk young pony could get and simply slur out some random, unintelligable phrase...
Go me.
Post by: Dsarker on February 15, 2012, 07:12:35 pm
Look, Boo! Some young drunkard! We must halt this decay!
"This behaviour must not continue! Feel the burning stare of my hamster and change your ways!" "Squeak!"
Post by: L1wW on February 15, 2012, 07:23:39 pm
Now this unicorn thinks he's better than me, huh? Just cause I'm a wasted young earth pony foal doesn't mean I have to take this!
"Hey you! You're *hic* blue! And you got a *hic* stupid hamster! You think you can just *hic* just... just... like insult me? Just because I'm *hic* an earth pony you racist! Well, I'll tell you! I am three and a half years old and I have green hair! *hic* All you got is a lil' hamster! Ooooohh a hamster! You're so cool! And you- "
Before I could finish my drunken rant, I drop to the ground and vomit up half of my lunch and thirty-eight percent of my alcohol on his front hooves...
Post by: Dsarker on February 15, 2012, 07:31:35 pm
"My mane may not be green, but it has seen many suns come and go. Boo thinks you could use some sun too, then you might not smell so much like wet... laundry."
Post by: L1wW on February 15, 2012, 08:02:51 pm
Now being 38% less drunk, I gained my conscience back. But that 62% still hampers my rational thinking-
BLARG!!!
Scratch that, now I'm 24% drunk, my rational thought has somewhat come back and I can now fully grasp the situation at hand.
"Sorry Arbalest, the foals at school made me go on a binge drinking. And when Jaxler supplies the booze you know it's about to go down. Anyway I apologize for puking on your feet and your hamster is fairly intelligent. And- WAIT! I do NOT smell like wet laundry!"
Post by: Powder Miner on February 15, 2012, 08:14:17 pm
"With the grain? That's only really going to help with striated layers, unfortunately. I can't sense rocks like you can... and I haven't quite reached the point in my career when I can just feel those things. Hmm. Looks like this small section here *mumble mumble*" He got back to work, carving out a second side of the boulder, and then taps lightly a few times to dislodge a chunk of rock near the top. That chunk was holding some rock dust, though, and when it comes free it covers Powder Miner in rock dust. "Ha! Living up to my name."
Post by: Dsarker on February 15, 2012, 08:15:06 pm
"Squeak!"
"Yes Boo, this pony needs a good drying out."
Boo is quite smart for a hamster. He knows all about h-h-head injuries, and how to get sober again. He'll have a solution for this pony here.
Post by: L1wW on February 15, 2012, 08:17:47 pm
Okay the world stopped spinning and I can see 100% clearly now... So what does he mean by drying out?
"Hey what do you mean by 'Drying Out'?"
Post by: Dsarker on February 15, 2012, 08:27:59 pm
"Squeak!"
"Yes, what Boo said. You need to get sober! A good brisk run in the sun will sort you out quick smart!"
Post by: L1wW on February 15, 2012, 08:31:17 pm
"A quick run? Really? Okay..."
I break into a light jog out the door into the sunlight, get blinded by said sunlight, trip over a rock, and fall into the well...
Well buck me.
"SOMEPONY! GET PANACEA!!! AHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!"
At least I'm sober...
Post by: Dsarker on February 15, 2012, 09:49:25 pm
That silly foal fell into the well. Time for me to be heroic.
I run forward, and making sure Boo is secure, lift the foal out of the well.
"Not that kind of run! Not into the well!"
Post by: L1wW on February 15, 2012, 09:57:25 pm
"Well sorry! Somepony put a rock in the way! And I think I'm bleeding... yeah I'm bleeding a lot, can somepony get a doctor and maybe something to purify the water here? Pony blood isn't too healthy in terms of nutrients and all."
The conversation I am going to have to have with my parents after this...
And Virtue's probably gonna scold the crap out of me for contaminating the water supply... again.
Post by: Telgin on February 16, 2012, 02:20:19 am
(http://i1135.photobucket.com/albums/m638/bradshja/VirtueAvatar.jpg)
Virtue's Diary - 5th Obsidian, 255
Stiletto gave me some designs for a trap to use against the monsters down below. It involves a long hallway with a ballista at the end and some fortifications to shoot through. The design is fairly simple, but the execution is going to be tricky, we've got to be careful about how we breach into the caverns. If we do it at a bad time or place, somepony could get seriously hurt or killed.
Otherwise, I've slowed construction of Grapple's church for now. The walls are up but there's no roof yet. Housing is still a high priority, so we've directed most of the resources there. We're close to getting everypony in a proper house. It's pretty terrible that it took five years to get to this point, but at least we're close.
Oh, and I almost forgot that Glaze gave birth today. The little unicorn filly's name is Brownie Bits. She's cute, and the name fits her brown coat. Maybe she'll help Skillet one day in the kitchens?
Speaking of foals, I heard one of them fell into the well today. Panacea said he's fine at least. I think we're going to have to do something with the well anyway, it's not deep enough and keeps bringing up mud with the water. With the moat finished, maybe we can siphon off from it.
12th Obsidian, 255
The outpost liaison and caravan arrived today. They claim to have seen a few thieves on their way here, so I've got the guard on high alert and everypony has been asked to stay inside if at all possible.
17th Obsidian, 255
Today was quite an eventful day. We had caravans arrive from both Coupledye and the rainbow ponies. I ended up trading a lot of scavanged clothing and other sundries from the badger pony thieves that have assaulted us in the past for a lot of useful things.
We got a huge amount of wood, some varieties of alcohol we can't grow here, a lot of cheese, some meat, a few exotic bars of metal and a lime tree from the caravans. All in all I think it was a huge success of haggling on my part, especially since we only traded away a lot of things we never wanted or needed anyway.
Speaking of the thieves though, we had four of them show up not long after the caravan arrived. Good thing they warned us. The militia killed two of them, although nopony was able to write much of a coherent after action report given the chaos. All I know is that Halberd, Fuscina, Glaive, Falcata and Partisan all managed to get decisive hits in, although the rest of the guard were firing bolts away the whole time too.
Two more thieves were killed by the caravan's guards. Not much to be said there, we didn't actually witness much of the fighting. At least nopony was hurt in the militia, or the caravan guards. I'm thankful of that everytime they come back from a fight.
23rd Obsidian, 255
The caravans haven't left yet, and are hanging around for a few more days while they trade things to individuals in the fort. That proved to be a bit fortuitous when a diamond dog tried to sneak into the trade depot. One of the lasher guards managed to kill him with a whip. I'd have never believed a whip could do so much damage, I nearly lost my lunch when I stumbled across his mangled corpse.
24th Granite, 256
I completely forgot to write about this, but Loom and Redwood were married today! I was a bit late to the reception, but I think it went very well overall. The two looked so happy! It reminded me of getting married myself not so long ago. I gave the new couple some time off to celebrate, I hope they have a long and happy marriage.
(http://i1135.photobucket.com/albums/m638/bradshja/44.png)
19th Slate, 256
Detergent gave birth today to an earth pony colt she named Blue Moon. The family was so happy together, and it again makes me long for a foal of my own. I don't know if Harvest Moon is ready for one yet, but I'll keep hinting at it. Maybe one day soon.
Anyway, I gave her a little while off for maternity leave. She hasn't been overly busy lately anyway, but in any case I think it's warranted.
1st Felsite, 256
I'm proud to say that we finally have enough housing in Dawnpick for everypony to have their own room! It took close to six years to get to that point, but we're finally here! Of course, we don't have time to sit on our haunches now that we've got it finished. There's over a dozen foals in our happy little settlement, and they'll be grown ponies before we know it. I'm going to sketch out designs for some more housing to accomodate our future, but I'm not sure where to put it just yet.
I'm not sure how to prioritize though. We've finally got part of the beast trap set up in the caverns, and I'm thinking maybe we should do something about that first. We also have some archery fortifications carved into the walls to let the guard shoot at anything that gets too close. They spotted one of the flying beasts once, but it was too far away to shoot. We're going to have to be very careful. I'm almost afraid to go through with it, but it would ease everypony's nerves to be rid of the things. I'm still looking for ways to set up a catapult for Arbalest. Maybe a ballista would serve him alright instead?
And I like Partisan's idea for dealing with them, but we dont' have any good locations to set up any bridges to block off access yet. I'm still mulling over that one.
(http://i1135.photobucket.com/albums/m638/bradshja/47.png)
No idea if I've got that set up right. I still need some drawbridges for the airlock system, and suitable bait... I'm thinking a badger pony. Or a parasprite. I had to cage the 50 of them I've got. And sorry Khenal, no luck on getting any bronze, brass or similar instruments made.
Post by: Jackknife402 on February 16, 2012, 04:30:27 am
"Haha, Powder, such a silly pony." Mortar laughs slightly, glad to see some people having a sense of humor. "And don't worry Jaxler, I'm no mere civilian. I'm trained in the art of hammers in more ways than just rock chipping." He made his way over to Powder Miner and sighed. "Such a mess, I could pour water on you and turn you into a living sculpture!"
Post by: L1wW on February 16, 2012, 09:32:25 am
Dear Diary
Today a fell into a well and might have single hoofedly contaminated DawnPicks water supply. So on my way to the hospital the weirdest thing happened.
I have a sister now. Her name is Brownie Bits and is a unicorn. Wait... NO! This is NOT fair! Why can't I be a unicorn?! I swear by the name of the Lunar Princess I will... do something... I'll probably just find Jaxler and go on a binge with him or something. I don't know what to do with my life anymore. Might as well just drown my sorrows in some helidor lime wine. What the hell can Earth Ponies do?! Pegasi can fly, and unicorns can use magic! What can I do? Walk!? Get excessively drunk and fall in the well for the twenty-second time? Hell yes!
~ Granite Owlpastime
Post by: jaxler on February 16, 2012, 04:18:43 pm
(http://i1135.photobucket.com/albums/m638/bradshja/JaxlerAvatar-1.jpg)
Jaxler really didn't like Mortars answer, but at least he warned the stallion. If Mortar got killed trying to help in a fight Jaxler wouldn't see himself as accountable now. "well if you get your hoof lobbed off remember that you did get warning."
Jaxler then realized that he really didn't know what time or day it was. he couldn't tell time down in these tunnels. all he knew was that he was starting to get hungry. "hay guys I think I'm gonna go head up to the meeting hall and grab something to eat." Jaxler walked over to his crossbow, picked it up. "C-ya guys latter, and powder stop worrying so much."
Post by: TALLPANZER on February 16, 2012, 06:55:38 pm
"Um, are you s-s-sure we should drink even more? I'm, uh, pretty shloshed..."(http://i1135.photobucket.com/albums/m638/bradshja/StilettoAvatar.jpg)
The barrel sits itself back down on the floor
"I think you are right Flux, we do not need any more, this is a very enjoyable."
Stiletto pulls Flux close with her wing and nuzzles his mane
*whispering* "What would you like for the rest of the night meine Liebe?"
Post by: L1wW on February 16, 2012, 07:16:19 pm
Just as I leave my home I find the Pegasus I'm looking for: Jaxler.
"Hey Jaxler you got a minute? Your off duty right?"
Should I do these in third person or is first okay?
Post by: Khenal on February 16, 2012, 07:33:30 pm
I snuggle closer to Stiletto, sighing happily.
"This."
((I like posting first-person, helps me get more in-character. Whichever feels better to you is what you should do, L1Ww.))
Post by: jaxler on February 16, 2012, 07:36:03 pm
Jaxler had got out of the tunnels. he was thinking about the beasts in the caverns and the fact that there body composition could vary so widely. but before he could really start to think he heard granite.
"ya I'm off duty today. what do ya need granite?"
do it in whatever way ya wan't
Post by: L1wW on February 16, 2012, 07:42:48 pm
(http://i1135.photobucket.com/albums/m638/bradshja/GraniteAvatar.jpg)
"What do I need? Uh, let's see: I need a bandage for my head trauma, I need someone to talk to, and I need a metric buck load of alcohol. I was hoping you could take care of the last two...And before you say 'Oh a young foal such as your self shouldn't be drinking' stow it! I don't need a lesson on morals! Or ethics! Or tolerance or moderation or anything! All I need is alcohol, so much alcohol!"
I say, mouth almost watering from the sweet nectar of booze on a... whatever-season-it-is day.
Post by: TALLPANZER on February 16, 2012, 07:47:12 pm
Stiletto rubs her neck into Fluxs' and whispers into his ear
"This I want, but what do we do when other ponies start to stare?"
Post by: Jackknife402 on February 16, 2012, 07:48:51 pm
"Take it easy Jaxler." Mortar watched the onyx pony walking away, then turned to powder. "Don't cave yourself in now, I'm heading deeper to finish my work." With a nod the unicorn made his way deeper into the tunnels, to the wall that protected them. When he was fifty yards or so away from the miner pony he began to sing again, feeling his way deeper.
Post by: jaxler on February 16, 2012, 07:52:13 pm
Jaxler laughed... uncontrollably. "why the hell would tell you to not drink alcohol. I'm not really one to hand out judgment when it comes down to drinking. why I had my first drink when I was half your age and I'm always happy to get a new drinking buddy."
Post by: L1wW on February 16, 2012, 07:58:21 pm
I feel almost ecstatic when I hear that response.
"AWESOME! I always wanted to get extreemly hammered with somepony I trust!" And perhaps idolize I thought.
"Let's go!!!"
The excitement running through my veins caused me to bounce up and down in absolute giddyness.
This is going to be awesome!
Post by: Khenal on February 16, 2012, 08:02:56 pm
The thought of other ponies staring manages to piece the alcohol haze and hit me right in my insecurities. I sigh sadly and remove my face from Stiletto's side.
"Um... sorry. I, uh, guess we should call it a night? See you tomorrow, Stiletto..."
Post by: TALLPANZER on February 16, 2012, 08:08:29 pm
Stiletto kisses Flux before he can move farther away, after a moment she whispers again.
"Or we could go back to my apartment and 'call it a night' there."
Post by: jaxler on February 16, 2012, 08:08:48 pm
"that's great to hear, but can you do me a favor don't tell partisan or your mom about this. also before we can go drink our brains out I'm contractually obliged to ask you about this head trauma. If somepony hit you in the head I'm kinda supposed to go beat the living snot out of em."
Post by: Khenal on February 16, 2012, 08:15:52 pm
I blush deeply and can only sputter in response.
Post by: L1wW on February 16, 2012, 08:17:43 pm
"Like hell I'd tell my mom!" That would just be another bit of data that would make them love her more...
"And my head? Yeah I tripped on a rock and fell into the well... and may have poisoned the water supply with my blood. But it stopped bleeding! That's good! And what doesn't kill you makes you stronger!" Stronger? Hmph! Five months and she'll be stronger than me...
"Can we just hurry up?" The quicker I get drunk, the quicker I forget them...
Post by: jaxler on February 16, 2012, 08:27:02 pm
"sure. I know the pony who keeps track of the Booze and he's got the strongest moonshine this side of the continent."
Post by: TALLPANZER on February 16, 2012, 08:27:48 pm
"Flux... Flux... oh for the love of Celestia, I did it again."
Stiletto stands up with one wing firmly clamped across Fluxs' withers and guides him from the dinning hall to his apparent
"Going to invite me in?"
Post by: L1wW on February 16, 2012, 08:36:54 pm
"Kickass!" I say, delighted that I get to go on a binge, but this time with the dude who saved me from that snatcher!
That snatcher... I thought, if he didn't tackle that thief, I would have been taken from Dawnpick, taken from my friends, and taken from my family... I doubt they would care though. Dad and his glory wouldn't care that his weak, earth pony foal was gone, I was- and am- an embarrassment to his legacy. I am the son of a butcher and a potter, I suck at both these skills, I'm just some heavy drinking nuisance. I don't even have a cutie mark! What the hell can I do?
"What the hell can I do..." I murmur almost inaudibly
Post by: Khenal on February 16, 2012, 08:48:45 pm
I manage to calm down only slightly by the time Stiletto leads me to my appartment. When she asks if she can come in, I nearly fall back into panic again. However, what she said about using my fears keeps me from going over the edge and gives me an idea.
"Um... yes? I, uh, want to show you s-s-something."
Inside, my apartment is fairly spartan with a bed, chair and chest. I head over to the chest and start digging through it, looking for something.
Post by: TALLPANZER on February 16, 2012, 08:53:58 pm
Stiletto follows Flux into his apartment
"Oh this is a nice door... I mean, what do want me to see?"
Post by: Khenal on February 16, 2012, 09:09:33 pm
After a few moments, I find what I was looking for: My Lyre. It's a simple instrument, well made from bronze. Cradling it with one of my forelegs, I turn to Stiletto.
"Um, this. It's my lyre. You, uh, said you liked m-my music. And that I should f-face my f-fears..."
Shaking with nerves, I walk to the chair and sit, resting the lyre in the crook of one foreleg while preparing to strum with the other hoof. I start slow, closing my eyes to better get a feel for my old instrument, before picking up the music a bit. I let it flow, gentle and harmonious, as I play for Stiletto. After a few minutes, I let the music taper to an end, and open my eyes.
(http://youtu.be/qZDgx2EFMq4 Some Lyre music)
Post by: TALLPANZER on February 16, 2012, 09:16:53 pm
Flux find Stilettos' eyes looking deep into his own as they open.
"That was beautiful."
Stiletto then starts to kiss Flux and simply does not stop
((Fade to black, Scene! nothing more to see here!))
Post by: jaxler on February 16, 2012, 09:43:09 pm
Jaxler heard Granite's remark. he didn't like that a foal felt that way about himself. Jaxler decided that now wan't the time to give advice, he needed to know more before he could give advice. the two ponies walked over to the booze stock pile and Jaxler got two barrels of moonshine.he pulled his journal out from under his wing and he tore out a peace of paper and wrote "yo Jax was here" and left it in the space where the two barrels used to be.
"this is the stuff. one sip and you won't even be able to remember your name."
Post by: L1wW on February 16, 2012, 10:09:07 pm
"Perfect!" Now I can drown out my sorrows! I thought.
After the next couple of swigs of the stuff, about maybe fifteen percent is left, I take a brief moment to review how wasted I am:
Is my vision heavily clouded? Yup.
Do I have more then four hooves? Uh one, two, three, four, five, six, ugh so hard to count when their moving about!
Have I forgot my full name? It's Obsidian right? No it's... uh Quarts! There we go! Wait, no... people keep calling me... Granite! Yeah that's it!
Okay so according to my calculations I am completely hammered to the point of loosing a few brain cells. Now what I learned the following morning was that I get particularly chatty while intoxicated and will frequently speak my mind... Yeah that ain't good.
"My father doesn't love me!" I cry out. "All he wanted was a *hic* son that wasn't such a weakling! He just wants a son that fights! And kills! But noooo all he got was a son that was drunk forty-eight percent of the time and *hic* a son that can't do anything right! I can't butcher animals! I can't fight! I can't do anything right! All I can do is get kidnapped and waste the military's time by getting rescued! The other foals could have broken free! ANY foal could have broken free! But nope, father gets the one foal in the world that can't even protect himself! And I bet that they only love Brownie Bits! The gifted unicorn! She already knows her talent! And she doesn't get wasted everyday and fall into wells! All I wanted to be was a mechanic! And I managed to buck that dream up! I jacked Flux's diary and tried to build his traps, but all I did was get the pages torn up and break the pump system! Jaxler what the hell is wrong with me?!" After this rant I start bawling my eyes out and start filling the barrel with my tears...
Post by: jaxler on February 16, 2012, 10:57:34 pm
before Jaxler could even start to drink Granite had finished his keg. Then granite started to talk and Jaxler realized that he might have just met the only pony in the entire fort that was just as bucked up as he was.
"If it makes you feel the slightest bit better I was smaller than you when I was a foal. I was so sickly my parents made me a coffin when I was born. I didn't start to actually get muscle until I was 30 but that's not even the tip of the ice berg. You see this cutie mark. It's a bucking dagger over a cog. What the hell do you think it means, because I haven't the slightest clue. I don't know what my bucking talent is, I never got a realization or a vision as to what the bucking hell my god forsaken talent is."
Jaxler stops in order to calm down, and sips some booze.
"There's nothing bucking wrong with you. Your just confused. I can promise you that your dad does love you, it may not seem like it right now but he does, he just was given the gift of a daughter and he needs to be there for her right now. You also now have a sister, who loves her brother, never forget that. You also may be week, but that's doesn't me your a failure. You weren't born with the gift body mass. So bucking what? Body mass can be gained and lost. Work with the things that make you yourself. Also that snatcher had a knife. It didn't mater how strong you were, he had a knife. No foal can win fight agents a monster twice there size who has a knife. also... if you ever think your bucked up then remember this." Jaxler points to a huge faded burn scar over his left kidney. "you will never be as bucked up as me"
Post by: L1wW on February 16, 2012, 11:20:48 pm
By some bit of divine intervention, I heard every word that came out of Jaxler's mouth.
There was only one thing I could say, or rather slur: "Holy buck, Jaxler I'm *hic* so sor..."
I couldn't finish my sentence for the alcohol finally kicked it's hardest, I passed out.
The last thing I remember is Jaxler carrying me and stumbling his way through a window and placing me in my soft bed. I should probably ask Jaxler about his scar or also how he knows my address and give Flux his diary pages back... that is if I can leave without being interrogated by my parents.
End scene?
Post by: jaxler on February 16, 2012, 11:48:10 pm
Jaxler really didn't know if granite comprehended what he just said or if he would remember it in the morning. All he knew was that the foal just passed out and he really couldn't just let the guy stay down here in the cold damp stockpile. He picked up granite and carried him to his house. after placing him in his bed his mom came in and was was rather concerned. So Jaxler not being one to lie just said "Something from the dark got a hold of him. He should be fine in the morning, but he will have a head ache and he might not be able to remember anything about today." Jaxler walked outside when it started to rain. Jaxler grinned and said to himself "maybe there is a god".
Post by: Powder Miner on February 17, 2012, 12:36:29 am
Walking out in the rain to haul his boulders back, the dust coating Powder Miner got turned into basically thin clay. "Aw dang!"
Post by: jaxler on February 17, 2012, 01:17:37 pm
6th Obsidian, 255
We'll I got to share a drink with Granite. The foal seems to a few problems with his self esteem. I tried to help but I'm not sure if I really left an impression. I'm not even sure if he'll remember that we even talked.
12th Obsidian, 255
Well, I’m writing from atop the walls right now. It’s currently midnight and it’s raining. Some Caravan come to town today and one of the merchants told Virtue thieves were out there. so here I am getting drenched in the rain.
17th Obsidian, 255
Today was interesting. Turns out there were thieves out there. When will these guys learn that regardless of how stealthy they think they are they're going to get killed the moment they come here. I was doing a little target practice on one of the things when partisan decided to just charge in and bash the things head in with his crossbow. Then Halberd, Fuscina, Glaive and Falcata came along and gang banged the would-be thief into the ground.
Anyway after that I decided to go over to the Depot and spend about 200 bits on booze. I made sure to get the strongest stuff they had. I also bought some crossbow bolts for personal defense. They’ve let me walk around with my crossbow when I’m off duty but they haven’t actually allowed me to have any bolts. so this should help.
25th Granite, 256
loom and redwood got married yesterday. I went over to the celebration and from what I can remember they made the mistake of serving free booze. I made sure I wasn’t the first pony to start drinking, heavily. After that my memory gets a bit fuzzy. All I know is that I woke up a few yards from the unfinished church. I’m pretty lucky that Grapple didn’t find me, if I had to talk to him with a headache and the sun burning my eyes, I would probably do something I’d regret.
1st Felsite, 256
I was just told that I get my own house! I finally don’t haft to use the public housing anymore. This is good news but this news has two down sides. one being that I’m gonna haft to move my stuff to my new home for the next couple days and the second being that Grapple’s church will start to get built faster. Regardless I should probably celebrate tonight, so I’m probably gonna go Drink one of those barrels of booze I bought a few moths back.
Post by: Omicega on February 17, 2012, 02:15:44 pm
Post by: thetyler101 on February 17, 2012, 05:59:06 pm
Grapple had been putting this off for too long now.
Before him stood the caravan that had set up shop in town. To the average observer it looked like a quite on the level. Just a few merchants peddling there wares and earning a living under the watchful gaze of there protectors. Grapple knew better though.
The signs are subtle, barely noticeable, and always impossible to prove beyond a shadow of a doubt. You would think to look for price gouging, but that's not the real problem. Take notice of the unicorn buying stone crafts from Dawnpricks masons. He gives a fair price and never pushes the seller hard, but he only buys the works with no writing on them. Chisel a couple of Dwarf runes on them and the price doubles in the next town. Same goes of anything made of wood. Some random swirly shapes and circles and bam, Elven artifact. Zigzags and paint, mystery of the zebra lands. Sticks and chicken feathers, buffalo totem. Calling anything human made, at least 70 more coins. Don't even get me started on gnome mechanisms and cave-pony gems. Most ponies never leave there home town let alone the kingdom, so no-pony is the wiser.
If only that were the worse thing. The guilds dirties little secret was the plain fact the line between caravan and bandits usually depends on how far the nearest settlement is. No-pony ever asks how the caravans can afford such heavily armed guards when the army can barely afford leather armor for there troops, or how there seemed to be an endless supply of veteran warriors they can draw on for guards. Hell, he can still see the zebra branding on that lime tree! Identical to the one they got from the last zebra caravan. The caravan that insisted they only sell one of the two trees they had with them. That jewelry there trying to sell looks familiar as well.
This wasn't the reason he was reluctant to approach the caravan however. He knew the rules to that game, and what happens when you break them. No, what he was worried about was the guard they brought with them. There second guard, the big earth pony lasher. The earth pony lasher that was not an earth pony, but a keshi. A keshi he once called his droog. He would recognize him and whatever happens after that...
He needed to find Stiletto, or one of her friends.
That caravan has what he needs for his church, and he can't get it on his own.
Post by: TALLPANZER on February 17, 2012, 06:36:15 pm
After the battle with the thieves in which neither Stiletto or Glyph had managed to get a single blow in, Stiletto pulled Glyph aside into a grove of trees as the others left. That was just over two hours ago, now their armor lay neatly stacked by a tree. Their weapons lay crossed over against the other side of the tree. Just down the way Stiletto sleeps by a stream with Glyph nestled tightly under her wing. The two wake up as the rain begins to fall on them.
“We should get back, or we may catch cold.”
Post by: JaxtalMK2 on February 17, 2012, 06:44:29 pm
I smile, pressing closer to Stiletto "I-I guess... I like it here though." I blush a bit, looking up at her "I... wasn't expecting this... I didn't think..."
Post by: TALLPANZER on February 17, 2012, 06:50:32 pm
"I know, can you believe we missed all the action. You must help me learn to move like you do Glyph. Fast and without hesitation. You probably could have gotten your first kill have you not stayed back with me."
Stiletto stretches her wings out and stands slowly
Post by: JaxtalMK2 on February 17, 2012, 06:57:15 pm
I stand myself, stretching out and admiring Stiletto's wings. "Maybe... even if I had, I probably wouldn't have done anything. I would prefer to stick with you, at least then I might learn something."
Post by: TALLPANZER on February 17, 2012, 07:57:38 pm
"I have promised to teach you all I can mein kleiner Lehrling. Firstly do not short your abilities."
Stiletto trots over to her armor and starts to put it back on.
Post by: JaxtalMK2 on February 17, 2012, 08:03:35 pm
"klieiner Lehrling? I-I suppose I can try better... but do you really think I have skill?" I walk over and begin to strap my armour on as well.
Post by: TALLPANZER on February 17, 2012, 08:25:30 pm
"Of course you do Glyph, speed is very important on the battle field."
Stiletto gets her last boot on and magically puts helmet on. As she lifts her axe to harness it, Stiletto looks down at Glyphs weapon
"You should use a spear Glyph."
Post by: JaxtalMK2 on February 17, 2012, 08:31:37 pm
"I've tried that before, but it's even harder to use." I heft my axe and sling it onto my back. "I don't have the benefit of magic..."
Post by: TALLPANZER on February 17, 2012, 08:39:44 pm
"Has no one ever shown you how to short half? You have much more control, not as much as a saber but a good amount."
Stiletto began to trot briskly back to the village wall
Post by: JaxtalMK2 on February 17, 2012, 08:45:39 pm
I follow behind Stiletto, thinking about what she said. "Are you sure? I don't know... I've kinda gotten used to my axe. I may not be able to use it too well right now, but I've learned to move with it's weight now..."
Post by: TALLPANZER on February 17, 2012, 08:54:23 pm
"How many strikes does it take you to rend a limb? I bet you puncture two lungs in half the time."
Stiletto trots around the traps to the drawbridge
Post by: JaxtalMK2 on February 17, 2012, 08:58:18 pm
"Maybe, but it doesn't matter how good the strikes are," I say as i hop between the traps, "If I can't move well, or hit well. Maybe it takes more work with an axe, but at least I don't trip myself."
Post by: TALLPANZER on February 17, 2012, 09:06:40 pm
"If only Billows could understand the weapon plans for my Great Uncles blades. Then you could get a proper weapon for your talents."
Stiletto heads to the barracks while talking to Glyph
Post by: JaxtalMK2 on February 17, 2012, 09:21:58 pm
"I've seen a blade back in my hope village, I was hoping to find one here as well. But what do you mean proper for my talents?"
Post by: TALLPANZER on February 17, 2012, 09:30:58 pm
"You can use your speed to make you deadlier, a lighter blade would be best suited to you, so you can sever joints and cause the enemy to bleed to death."
Post by: JaxtalMK2 on February 17, 2012, 09:38:32 pm
"Is that so? Guess that makes sense, my axe is a bit heavy sometimes. But I've learned to compensate... now I just need to learn to attack, instead of just dodge."
Post by: TALLPANZER on February 17, 2012, 09:46:42 pm
"Yes and you need learn how recover a charge. If the patrol is short we can train some."
Stiletto goes to check the assignment scheduled. Another long patrol was listed.
"Ruckeln Pferdeäpfel."
Post by: JaxtalMK2 on February 17, 2012, 09:58:00 pm
I walk up and look as well. "Wow... I usually get short ones, Hm... maybe I could patrol with you? I don't have much else to do."
Post by: TALLPANZER on February 17, 2012, 10:35:17 pm
"That would be good. Would be nice to have somepony to talk to as I walk."
Stiletto left the barracks with Glyph and began the in grounds part of her patrol
Post by: thetyler101 on February 18, 2012, 02:17:54 pm
Ugh! How is it he can never seem to find people when he needs there help. Grapple had searched nearly the entire town for Stiletto, and not a hair had turned up. Every place he went, he seemed to have just missed her. How could such a big pony be so hard too find? All the other guards were too busy or too tiered from the fight to help. The last one he could find that hadn't turned him down yet was Jaxler. He seemed the friendly type to help a pony down on his luck. He had even listen in to some of his sermons. Grapple was sure he would help him without a moments hesitation!
He wasn't on patrol right now, so he was most likely at the dining hall getting a drink. Hm, maybe he should talk to him about that wile he was at it? Grapple made a mental note as he walked into the hall, spying Jaxler at one of the tables.
"Hello good friend! Pardon my interruption, but I was wondering if you could help me with a small problem."
Post by: jaxler on February 18, 2012, 02:48:39 pm
Jaxler was trying to spend an afternoon in peace. he finally got a barrel of booze and was sitting in his favorite seat and was ready to enjoy himself but right as he started to drink he heard a voice.
"Hello good friend! Pardon my interruption, but I was wondering if you could help me with a small problem."
Jaxler knew that voice. it was the same voice that had almost made him lose his sanity during glazes strange mood. It was Grapple's voice. Jaxler saw Grapple's religion as both insane and as a cancer of ignorance. he wanted to just get up and make Grapple the second pony he flung across the meeting hall, but Jaxler needed to be professional. regardless of if he was on or off duty he had to help ponies when they asked. so Jaxler replied calmly with "what do ya need help with".
Post by: thetyler101 on February 18, 2012, 03:35:52 pm
Good, he had found Jaxler in a good mood. Now comes the tricky part, explaining the problem without giving 'it' away.
Grapple makes a quick choice, going with the old 'you-didn't-ask' trick.
"Not much really, but the holy scrolls for the new church just arrived on the caravan. They come in a big box that needs two ponies to lift. I just need an extra body, that's all."
Grapple started chanting in his mind.
'Please don't ask questions. Please don't ask questions. Please don't ask questions. Please don't ask questions. Please don't ask questions.'
Post by: jaxler on February 18, 2012, 04:06:35 pm
Jaxler didn't want to help in with the church but he still had a job to do.
"scrolls... sure i'll help" he picked up his crossbow "I really don't like the way that earth pony looks. I saw that pony eviscerate a diamond dog with a whip,and it looked like he enjoyed it so... we might want some protection." Jaxler put a bolt into the crossbow "ya fine if I keep this thing loaded?
Post by: thetyler101 on February 18, 2012, 04:25:09 pm
At the mention of the 'earth pony' guard, his mind rapidly flew his vast, VAST vocabulary of curses. He really should learn the rest of those languages. And he's bringing the crossbow. Why do all bowman think there holding some sort of melee weapon?
"If you think so, I'm sure we won't need it."
Celestia forgive me of the sin of lies.
"Well lets get going! No time like the present!"
Grapple started a brisk walk to the door, with any luck his old 'droog' will still be on break and he could get the scrolls without indecent.
Post by: jaxler on February 18, 2012, 04:49:08 pm
Jaxler started to think that this might not be as bad as he previously thought. the pony hadn't even mentioned his "gods" yet. he followed Grapple out the door.
"no time like the present? what makes you say that?"
Post by: thetyler101 on February 18, 2012, 05:02:38 pm
"O, you know just a saying... about work and... stuff... getting stuff done... it's good... saying, stuff."
Switch topic! SWITCH TOPIC!!
"so... Jaxler is it? Very unique name. Never heard of a Jaxler before."
Post by: TALLPANZER on February 18, 2012, 05:54:02 pm
The laws of perversity dictate that once you stop looking for something it finds you, it doesn't usually bring backup though. Stilettos' patrol rout now put her and Glyph right inside the trade depo.
"Three times we have circle this building. If I did not know better, I would think Virtue was mad at me."
Post by: Khenal on February 18, 2012, 06:03:55 pm
I wander around the trade depot, looking for anything that catches my eye that I might be able to afford. Unfortunately, that list is very short indeed. After checking the mail pile and seeing nothing for me, I prepare to leave. As I start towards the door, though, I see Stiletto and Glyph walk in.
Post by: TALLPANZER on February 18, 2012, 06:58:24 pm
"Hello meine herzlichsten Liebe."
Stiletto walks up to Flux and nuzzles him on the cheek as casually as anything. She then walks back to Glyphs side.
"You remember Glyph, yes?"
Post by: JaxtalMK2 on February 18, 2012, 07:04:29 pm
I cock my head at the nuzzle, but decide not to ask. "Hello again Flux, how are you today?"
Post by: Khenal on February 18, 2012, 07:06:38 pm
I smile, returning the nuzzle, then smile at Glyph.
"Yep! He's your friend from the guard! I'm just looking at stuff here, how about you, Glyph?"
Post by: jaxler on February 18, 2012, 07:20:02 pm
"O, you know just a saying... about work and... stuff... getting stuff done... it's good... saying, stuff."(http://i1135.photobucket.com/albums/m638/bradshja/JaxlerAvatar-1.jpg)
Switch topic! SWITCH TOPIC!!
"so... Jaxler is it? Very unique name. Never heard of a Jaxler before."
Jaxler thought for a moment.
"well, I know it's a strange name. It's probably the strangest name in the entire fort, but when you need to create a new name for yourself you might as well go for one that's unique."
Post by: JaxtalMK2 on February 18, 2012, 07:21:39 pm
"I was just accompanying Stiletto on her patrol. It's good to see you again."
Post by: TALLPANZER on February 18, 2012, 07:37:06 pm
"I hope that the two of you will both also become friends." *Nuzzels Glyph* "He is mein kleiner Lehrling."
Post by: Khenal on February 18, 2012, 07:42:17 pm
I look a bit confused as Stiletto nuzzles Glyph.
"Lehrling?"
Post by: JaxtalMK2 on February 18, 2012, 07:48:00 pm
I return the nuzzle and smile. "Actually I was wondering that too, what does that mean? And what did you call Flux?"
Post by: thetyler101 on February 18, 2012, 07:52:00 pm
"Humm. Well I guess that makes sense. Starting over can be- hey were here!"
Grapple rushed to the depo. His luck appeared to be holding as the guards were still on there overlong break. To his horror however, he found three of Dawnpricks leading citizens (including Stiletto) inside. Amazing. All day he had watched this depo and no pony had even given it a second glance. He could still salvage this however, he just needed to be fast.
"Hello Stiletto, hello Stiletto's coltfriend, hello Stiletto's other coltfriend. Can't talk, busy. MERCHANT! HAGGLE WITH ME YOU RAT BASTARD!"
Grapple cornered the caravan owner and started negotiating for the cost of transport for the scrolls, leaving the others to whatever awkward situation he left in his wake.
Post by: TALLPANZER on February 18, 2012, 08:01:05 pm
Stiletto looks like she was going to say something to Grapple, but seeing he was busy she turned to Glyph and Flux.
"They are titles and promises." *Kisses Glyph* "Glyphs' title means I will love and teach him." *turns and kisses Flux* "Fluxs' title means I will love him for kindness." *steps back to being beside both of them* "Now you understand yes?"
Post by: Khenal on February 18, 2012, 08:03:19 pm
'Coltfriend? Other coltfriend?'
Stiletto's explanation doesn't clear anything up at all.
"Uh...no?"
Post by: jaxler on February 18, 2012, 08:07:10 pm
Grapple left Jaxler in the same space as an alicorn. Jaxler could snap at any moment now. Jaxler had a disdain for the entire alicorn race, they were prideful, self righteous, and among other things saw themselves above the other ponies. They even go so far as to call there language "high pony", which was further proof of there ignorant pride. This time Jaxler was sober, he could hold back his desire to pick a fight with a bigger, stronger, and magical foe. So he decided to avoid eye contact and survey the merchant's goods and he said inaudibly to himself "damned alicorns"
Post by: JaxtalMK2 on February 18, 2012, 08:15:18 pm
"Umm... wait so... We're both your... Maybe I get it? So... we're both your coltfiends? Umm or is Grapple wrong?" I shake my head, still unsure. But if we were both her coltfriends... 'I wonder... I guess is wouldn't bother me... wonder about Flux.'
Post by: TALLPANZER on February 18, 2012, 08:26:31 pm
"The words you use fail to convey the full amount of emotion I feel for both of you."
Stiletto spies Jaxler in the corner of her peripheral vision.
"But one moment, I have a mater of protocol that must be observed."
Stiletto trots right up to Jaxler and salutes him.
"I apolagise for past misunderstandings, I would like your forgiveness."
Post by: jaxler on February 18, 2012, 08:40:48 pm
Jaxler was trying his best to hold back his desire to pick a fight. He didn't care that stiletto was a mare or that she was bigger, had more combat training, was more competent in combat, could use magic, and that she had three ponies as backup. The only thing that was keeping him from flinging his hoof through the air and into her face was that his rank would be in jeopardy. so he said as calmly as he could "ya... I'm... gonna... go outside".
Post by: Khenal on February 18, 2012, 10:45:40 pm
I sit down as I watch Stiletto go talk to Jaxler, still confused and slightly hurt.
'Is she getting her words wrong again? She's so friendly, maybe she doesn't see me as anything more than a friend? At least Glyph can keep up with her...'
Post by: thetyler101 on February 18, 2012, 10:57:12 pm
Post by: TALLPANZER on February 19, 2012, 01:36:13 am
"Why you rude...." *Lets out a long sigh* "Someponies."
Stiletto turned around and saw Flux sitting on the floor, she could sadness on his face. So she walked up and nuzzled him again
"What troubles you meine herzlichsten Liebe? I want to make you happy."
Post by: Jackknife402 on February 19, 2012, 06:16:11 am
Mortar was plotting along, heading towards the trade depot, his favorite steel chisel broke clean at the haft, perhaps a bit of brittle overfired steel. He was on his way to replace it, before running nearly head-first into Jaxler. "Oh my, sorry Jaxler! Didn't see you there...was just pondering something. What's wrong?" Mortar said, noting the disdain on his face. Did he do something wrong again?
Post by: jaxler on February 19, 2012, 01:34:33 pm
"yes Mortar, something is wrong. Right now I'm waiting for the insane holy stallion to go pick up his holy scrolls and then I haft to help him carry the things a quarter mile to his church. But the thing that really pisses me off is the fact that that damned alicorn comes into the same damned building I'm in and starts talking to me. When she called me rude I about lost it."
Post by: Khenal on February 19, 2012, 03:55:38 pm
I try to put on a smile for Stiletto, not wanting to cause a scene at the depot.
"I... It's nothing, Stiletto. I'm just... thinking."
Post by: TALLPANZER on February 19, 2012, 04:05:26 pm
"All right, for now I will leave it, but, remember you can tell me anything."
Stiletto places her forehoof onto Fluxes
"You're worries are mine as well."
Post by: Khenal on February 19, 2012, 04:10:53 pm
My smile becomes slightly more sincere when Stiletto places her hoof upon mine, but also with a hint of sadness as well.
"Th-Thank you, Stiletto."
Post by: Dsarker on February 19, 2012, 04:15:04 pm
I and Boo go off to the caravan. Boo tells me that the caravan's a good place to meet other ponies.
Imagine my lack of surprise when I bump into Stiletto, Glyph, and Flux. Boo always knows best.
"Hello you three! I found Boo!"
Post by: TALLPANZER on February 19, 2012, 04:36:57 pm
Stiletto turns to see Arbalest, a look of astonishment on her face
"You found him." *Her expression shifting to a smile* "It's good to find your friends."
Post by: JaxtalMK2 on February 19, 2012, 04:40:42 pm
I turn and looks at Arbalest. "So that's boo huh? I'm glad you found him. Told ya you would if you didn't give up."
Post by: thetyler101 on February 19, 2012, 04:43:52 pm
Finally, after what seemed like an hour of back and forth ("I don't care where it bite you, your not getting a bonus!') the deal was made. Not as good as he hoped, but he was in a hurry. Now he just need to-
O come on! Is this the new meeting hall or something! What looks like two, on three more ponies had come in to look at wares now, and Jaxler was nowhere to be seen. One of the caravan guards was already back, so the other must not be far behind. Desperate times call fore desperate measures.
"Stiletto, I need to borrow your spare coltfriend." Grapple runs behind flux, body checking Arbalast in the process, and starts pushing him over to the large crate holding the scrolls. "That means you mopy-flank, lets go!"
Post by: Dsarker on February 19, 2012, 04:46:32 pm
"Yes, indeed it is. Now Boo and Arbalest are reunited again, nothing can stop us!"
When the crazed earthpony runs into me, I stand strong and push him back. Plot kicking for goodness!
Post by: jaxler on February 19, 2012, 04:49:51 pm
Jaxler walked back into the Depot to see if Grapple was done harassing the merchant.
"hay grapple, are ya done yet?"
Post by: JaxtalMK2 on February 19, 2012, 04:52:16 pm
I move over and push Grapple away from the others. "Stop that, if you want help ask. Keep this up and I'll arrest you for assault."
Post by: thetyler101 on February 19, 2012, 04:56:23 pm
Grapple tunes to look at Jaxler, letting Flux flop to the ground.
"Were the sod did you get to Jaxler? Never mind, lets just get out of here. You take right, I got left."
Post by: Dsarker on February 19, 2012, 05:04:52 pm
Grapple is acting very suspiciously, Boo says. Boo says that I should ask why he's acting like that.
"Hey, Grapple. Boo tells me that you're very suspicious. Why are you acting like this?
Post by: Khenal on February 19, 2012, 05:13:41 pm
'Is everypony here crazy?'
I just stand there, a bit dazed at everything suddenly going on.
'Well, at least Arbalest found Boo.'
Post by: jaxler on February 19, 2012, 05:15:49 pm
"Arbalest, why are you suddenly speaking with proper grammar?"
Jaxler then walked over to assist Grapple in carrying the scrolls. Jaxler felt a bit sick to his stomach to be carrying something "holy".
Post by: thetyler101 on February 19, 2012, 05:22:05 pm
"I think it's because he found his little hamster that Should MIND HIS OWN BUSINESSES! Lift on three ready?"
Moving to the left of the box, he lowers himself down under the polls on ether side.
"One, Two, Three!"
Post by: jaxler on February 19, 2012, 05:27:43 pm
"ya I'm ready to lift, but there no need to bucking yell at the guy. also congratulation on finding boo Arbalest."
Post by: L1wW on February 19, 2012, 05:28:23 pm
So mom and dad gave me an allowance to spend at the depot, awesome! Of course I have to keep an eye on my sister who also got her allowance, but it's no big deal! Jaxler's words really spoke to me that night, and I'm also really, really drunk right now. As my sister and I approached the depot, I witnessed the most chaotic crap to date!
Grapple is trying in vain to pick up some box,
Arbalest said a complete sentence,
Jaxler looks like he's about to murder every living thing in a 5 meter radius,
Flux is in complete shock,
Stiletto and Glyph seem extreemly pissed off,
and the two caravan guards just drew their weapons,
Today is a good day.
Post by: TALLPANZER on February 19, 2012, 05:45:05 pm
The box suddenly became much lighter as it is magically lifted. A glare from Stiletto causes the caravan guards to put their weapons away.
"Grapple, you must give me an explanation, but it can wait."
Stiletto then trots to Flux, sits behind him and wraps her wings all around him
"And you must give Flux an apology, that can not wait."
Post by: L1wW on February 19, 2012, 05:45:41 pm
So with all this chaos going on I decide to amend a few wrongs and to give thanks to a few awesome ponies!
I begin my approach into the depot, telling my sister to keep close in case any snatchers show up, because she should not go through what I went through, too life changing and shocking.
Anyway I walk up to Flux. "Yo Flux can you hear me? Yeah your in shock I take it. Anyway, here's your diary, I stole it a few nights ago, oh and sorry for the pump, I may have broke it!"
Next up was Jaxler, while he was trying to lift it I interrupted him. "What's up Jaxler? Yeah I remembered your advice, thank you so much! Oh, here's a random barrel of alcohol I
I got a dirty look from Grapple, but I was too drunk to give a damn. Arbalest was to my right, so I talked to him next. "Hey Arbalest thanks for getting me out of the well! And also congratulations on finding Boo! Again..."
I finally went back to where I started, but not before giving my thanks to Stiletto and Glyph. "Thank you two so much for protecting the fortress from all the attackers we have had over the years! Because of you two I can sleep soundly at night! Also you should get ready to fight because those guards seem a bit pissed at Grapple over there..."
I then marched back home while my sister stared at me trying to figure out what the hell just happened.
Post by: Dsarker on February 19, 2012, 05:46:26 pm
"Thank you, Jaxler. Be careful around this pony. Boo doesn't like the smell of him."
Post by: thetyler101 on February 19, 2012, 05:48:04 pm
Then the worse possible thing happens. The worse thing the guard can do, he dose. He see grapple, takes off his face covering bandana and lifts his visor (revealing to all the world his Domidian heritage) and stares directly at him.
Grapple can only do one thing, "Hello Skrillnozh."
The guard lets out a shout and charges Grapple...
(http://i1072.photobucket.com/albums/w373/Tyler_Neveau/domid2.jpg)
... and lifts him into a big bear hug, planting a quick kiss on his lips (sort of like European cheek kissing) laughing the entire time.
"Hahahahaha!! Grabba! Me old droog! Where you been thissin razamarook? Not viddied you in a long, long raz! How you swinging my brother? Hahahaha!"
Post by: Khenal on February 19, 2012, 05:57:26 pm
'...Everypony is crazy.'
I mutter a surprised thanks as the grey colt gives me back my journal, and blush a bit as Stiletto hugs me.
"Um, he doesn't need to apologize, Stiletto. I just wasn't excepting to be, er, drafted into hauling a big box. Uh, who's your friend, Grapple?"
Post by: jaxler on February 19, 2012, 06:03:03 pm
Jaxler was utterly confused, angry, and had a dangerously low blood alcohol level. he was just about to punch out Stiletto for trying to "help" when Granite came through and left him a barrel of foreign booze and now a Domidian had just given the "holy" stallion a hug and called him his droog.
"hay grapple who's this?"
Post by: TALLPANZER on February 19, 2012, 06:16:32 pm
"Yes Grapple, who is this friend of yours? A Schatten Rasse?"
Stiletto grins impishly as Grapple gets kissed
"Close are you?"
Post by: thetyler101 on February 19, 2012, 06:24:28 pm
"This..." Grapple shoves the Domidian of himself before continuing. "... is Skrillnozh. He is a thief, a bandit, a bastard, and now apparently a caravan guard. Not surprised, he has all the right credentials for one."
(http://i1072.photobucket.com/albums/w373/Tyler_Neveau/domid2.jpg)
Skrillnozh pantimines cluching his heart.
"OoooOoOOooOooo! You cut me my brother! Not like you were riding high roads back in the misty-raz, were ya?"
Post by: L1wW on February 19, 2012, 06:35:10 pm
With Brownie Bits safely returned home, I head back to the depot for some last minute shopping. Course nothing is that easy and I arrive to find a domedian pony.
"Hey Jaxler, what the hell is going on? And why is there a devil pony thingy talking with Grapple? Oh, and is Flux still in shock 'cause I need to ask him something."
Post by: Dsarker on February 19, 2012, 06:37:12 pm
Boo was right as usual. Grapple is a skulking filthy bandit pretending to be a priest.
Post by: KingStrongbeard on February 19, 2012, 06:45:02 pm
//Wow, haven't had a chance to post in goddamn ages. Been really busy over here with coursework and such :/*blah, blah*(http://i1135.photobucket.com/albums/m638/bradshja/FalcataAvatar.jpg)
Falcata shoots him a curious gaze, but doesn't pursue the subject of his sister. "I guess you're right," she agrees, lifting a few inches off the ground. "We should probably head back and, ah, warm up." She grins, her copper eyes glinting in the moonlight.
((Sorry for not responding sooner, I somehow didn't see your post until just now, when someone pointed it out to me. Sorry.))
(http://dl.dropbox.com/u/41621737/GlaiveAvatarDorfbeard.jpg)
Glaive walks with Falcata back to her room, without saying much of anything himself. He seems to be lost in his thoughts.
((End of scene?))
Post by: jaxler on February 19, 2012, 09:00:21 pm
Jaxler wasn't angry that Grapple knew a Domidian. he was angry that he knew a bandit and that he didn't tell him about this back in the meeting hall but before he could say anything he heard Granite say something that disgusted him.
"Granite... who the hell told you that all Domidians were devil ponies?"
Post by: Khenal on February 19, 2012, 09:08:47 pm
The presence of so many ponies makes be a bit nervous, but I see a potential escape in the grey colt. Carefully and regretfully, I exit Stiletto's wing to talk to the young stallion.
"Uh, I'm alright. What did you, um, need to ask me?"
Post by: L1wW on February 19, 2012, 11:16:29 pm
"Well I just assumed domedian ment evil Jaxler so yeah..."
"Oh and Flux can I be your apprentice in terms of smithing and building traps and stuff?"
Post by: jaxler on February 19, 2012, 11:18:48 pm
"if they were all evil wouldn't Grapple have a knife in his throat right now?"
Post by: L1wW on February 19, 2012, 11:25:28 pm
I honestly felt bad when I came to the realization that I might be extremely racist. But what really sucked was that I may have inadvertently pissed off my hero and savior Jaxler
"Well...no. But if he were evil then he could just associate himself with Grapple to make us belive that Grapple was evil, then we would put the knife to Grapple's throat because Grapple would then be evil...wait, didn't Grapple just say the domedian was a bandit? And I always thought bandits were evil and all..."
Post by: jaxler on February 19, 2012, 11:31:42 pm
"The Domidian is a bandit, and that Domidian just implied that Grapple used to be a bandit. Yet all the ponies in the room still focus on the Domidian. Why do you think that's so?"
Post by: L1wW on February 19, 2012, 11:33:33 pm
"Because we have some trust for Grapple? I mean he never hurt any of us, and this guy showed up from nowhere. Oh, wait, it's because he's domedian right? Also, aren't we at war with them?"
Post by: jaxler on February 19, 2012, 11:36:36 pm
"who do you think stated these race wars? if you asked a pony they would say it was the Domidians, but if you asked a Domidian what do you think they'd say?"
Post by: L1wW on February 19, 2012, 11:38:40 pm
"The domedians would say ponies, nopony would know who was right, that's why there should be a third party, like the Zebras or Buffalo..."
Post by: jaxler on February 19, 2012, 11:43:38 pm
"And then the zebra's and the buffalo kill both sides and the wars are over right, is that the answer? The answer is that there is no answer. we refuse to cooperate. They are at war with us because we at war with them. We burn there villages because they burned our villages because they burnt ours. They kill our young because we kill there young. Everything bad they do to us we do to them, then they do it back and the cycle continues."
Post by: L1wW on February 19, 2012, 11:51:28 pm
"Look Jaxler I'm sorry... I shouldn't judge people on their race. The odds of a domedian being evil is the same as a pony being evil. So I vote we knock both the guard and Grapple out and leave them in a ditch somewhere to deal with their problems."
Post by: jaxler on February 20, 2012, 12:05:26 am
"don't be sorry. you spoke based off what people told you to think."
Post by: Khenal on February 20, 2012, 12:09:35 am
'Apprentice?'
I quietly listen to their conversation, but have to speak up now.
"Um, you shouldn't judge on what they might do, either. They're both just talking, right? No need to toss them out, is there?"
Post by: L1wW on February 20, 2012, 12:15:28 am
"And now I feel like a complete foal- wait I am a foal so who cares!"
"Flux what I'm saying is that either they're settling some old dispute, or they're gonna make out. I'm only saying we let them be alone to sort their dilema out, and the knock-out part was just to remove any future struggling to get them to a remote location, away from bothering us. And plus, if Grapple is going to be a church leader, he should be able to deal with any situation that comes up, including this current event, and my rather flawed and possibly sadistic plan."
Post by: Khenal on February 20, 2012, 12:24:37 am
"Um, ya. Knocking ponies out shouldn't be plan A. You... really want me to teach you smelting and mechanics?"
Post by: L1wW on February 20, 2012, 12:33:24 am
"Yeah, I do. And I tried do make some of the designs you made in your journal, which led to accidentally breaking that pump system. I want to learn mechanics so I can protect fellow ponies, my sister could get snatched at any moment, if I could just make a basic stone fall trap to stop that thief, then goddamn I'm gonna do it, because god knows my fighting prowess is akin to a paraplegic kitten. So mechanical devices seem to be the only way I can protect ponies. And I could make better traps if I could make metal parts and I could end up making the helmet that saves a soldiers' life, like Jaxler's for example. If I could save him like he saved me, then I will be happy. If I can help stop thieves that try to steal foals away, then I will be happy. Please teach me all you know!"
Post by: Khenal on February 20, 2012, 12:41:58 am
'Desperation and inebriation is an odd combination...'
"Um, sure! I'll teach you whatever I can. But I'm not a smith, I'm a forge worker, Granite. I make the steel that the smiths use, but I can't give it form. Uh, I might be able to make steel parts if given a crack at a smithy, but I haven't yet. I'm still learning mechanics myself, the pumps were probably broken before you, er, did whatever you did."
Post by: L1wW on February 20, 2012, 12:49:46 am
"Awesome! Thanks a bundle Flux! And all I did was try to make a catapault triggered by a remote pressure plate that launched a rock up into a hidden basket that releassed a boulder down a hill into the path of the trade depot. No, I have no idea why I tried that, and yes, I was drunk while trying to make it. It didn't work out well... the catapault missfired and put a hole in Grapple's unfinished church and the boulder was pathed wrong and broke the catapault after it fired. And I'm pretty sure the pressure plate managed to explode..."
Post by: Khenal on February 20, 2012, 12:53:52 am
"Um, Rule #1: Alcohol and mechanics don't mix. Neither does alcohol and smelting, by the way."
Post by: L1wW on February 20, 2012, 12:57:08 am
"Huh, I never knew that... wow that makes a lot of sense! No wonder it was so difficult to line up gears together when you see five copies of them!"
Post by: thetyler101 on February 20, 2012, 09:11:26 pm
Grapple wanted nothing ore than to leave right now, but Skrillnozh had other plans. He had been quite taken by the young colt that had just entered, he thought he was a hoot! There was, however, his little plan of knocking him out, and that devil comment needed to be punished. Not that he didn't agree with him, it's just the principle of the thing. Slowly with stealth that seemed to come as second nature to Domidians, he crept up behind the colt. When he was behind him, he lead in over him and wispered in his ear.
"Hey me malenky malchick. Slooshied you almost got snatcher-grabbed onesies. Evar messel what sloochats to malchicks and devotchkas that get snatched?"
Post by: jaxler on February 20, 2012, 09:27:49 pm
Jaxler got his crossbow and pointed it at the Domidian and said without a hint of emotion "If you touch that foal I'm gonna put a bolt in your forehead".
Post by: L1wW on February 20, 2012, 09:30:49 pm
So during my conversation with Flux on being an apprentice, Skrillnozh crept up behind me and said something about snatchers. Now, as you can see, I am pretty goddamn wasted, so I interpret his line as: hey young foal, you suck, I'm going to kidnap your sister. I recently learned I am rather over-protective of my sister and I am obviously quick to anger. As Jaxler raises his crossbow, I do the first thing that comes to mind: attack.
I yell out a drunken war cry as I spin around and duck underneath the domidian. I then proceed to steal his money and buck him in his 'stallion parts'. With him writhing on the ground in pain, I jack his weapon and give it to Grapple. I then sprint towards Jaxler and hide behind him for safety.
Post by: jaxler on February 20, 2012, 09:53:19 pm
If Granite would have played cool then this could have all been avoided but now shit just got real. Jaxler knew the other guards were going to retaliate unless he acted fast, so he pointed his crossbow at the other Caravan guards and yelled "GRANITE, RUN".
Post by: TALLPANZER on February 20, 2012, 10:16:02 pm
Stiletto stands up to her full height and barks out in her clear Voice
"STOP THIS NOW! EVERYPONY CALM DOWN NOW!"
Her horn glows to warn everypony in the general vicinity that this Deutschmeiner was more they ready to buck the flank of all of them.
Post by: L1wW on February 20, 2012, 10:17:13 pm
Ignoring Jaxler and Stiletto, I sprint up to the other, more unobservant guard and quickly twist his helmet backwards. The back of the helm now in his face, blocking his vision. Being only two guards, I focus on the other one. The now disarmed Skrinozh slowly got up and was ready to charge me. As he started running, I followed suit, and charged right at him. He was actually quite clumsy, and I used that to my advantage. As he was about to enter striking distance, I jumped into the air, using both our momentum's gained from charging each other to close line him with my back legs. As it turns out, he fell down, hitting the back of his head on the hard stone floor, causing him to lose consciousness. As I land on the ground, I approach the guard who just regained his vision. With my way of words I managed to convince him that Skrinozh was about to kidnap me and run... and I also bribed him with most of Skrinozh's money. The rest I gave half to Jaxler for making him worry so much and the other half to Stiletto in hopes she won't murder me.
Post by: Khenal on February 20, 2012, 10:22:32 pm
I had really hoped that Granite would quietly sneak out. He didn't. I rush out to grab him by the tail and drag him away from the depot before he starts a war.
Post by: TALLPANZER on February 20, 2012, 10:26:56 pm
Stiletto looks pointedly at Granite and drops the bits onto the ground
"Did, you, just, TRY TO BRIBE ME!?"
Stiletto grabs Flux and Granite in her magic
"Bring me this COLTS' Father, RIGHT NOW!"
Post by: L1wW on February 20, 2012, 10:33:18 pm
After that ordeal, with Grapple dealing with an unconscious Skrinozh, Jaxler and Stiletto showing no emotion, and Flux dragging me away by my tail, today was a pretty good day.
"Don't worry Flux, the only witnesses were a few Zebras and the one guard I bribed two seconds ago. They shouldn't even remember this event. And the domidian is unconscious, and if he were to tell his superiors, he would have to say a foal did this. His pride would prevent that from happening. So don't worry Flux, this situation is under control."
Then Stiletto yelled. Oh god please help me.
"What? You don't want free money?" Oh god, bad choice of words... "Please don't kill me Stiletto. And don't tell father either, he's a butcher for crying out loud! I mean I thought that you would accept it in terms of... you know what? I don't care! Tell him, TELL HIM I DID THIS! SHOW HIM HOW I KNOCKED OUT THAT GUY! SHOW HIM HOW I STOLE ALL THIS CRAP! DO IT! I DARE YOU!"
I am so screwed...
Post by: jaxler on February 20, 2012, 10:36:43 pm
"BUCKING HELL GRANITE!!! YOU REALIZE I ALMOST HAD TO BE YOUR MEAT SHIELDS, RIGHT?"
Jaxler stopped for a second to calm down
"alicorn... allow me to care of this"
Post by: Khenal on February 20, 2012, 10:43:40 pm
I float gently in Stiletto's magic, Granite's tail still in my mouth.
"Um, maybe I should take him to his, uh, dad? And you guys stay here to make sure this doesn't get out of hoof?"
Post by: L1wW on February 20, 2012, 10:45:49 pm
Oh god. Jaxler's gonna discipline me. Jaxler. The very angry and sometimes cruel Jaxler. The Jaxler that knocked out Stiletto. That Jaxler...
20% more screwed.
Wait, did Flux just say something?
"Flux, as my mentor I strongly urge you to take disciplinary action! Not the alicorn or the psycho markspony! No offence to either of you..."
Post by: JaxtalMK2 on February 20, 2012, 10:48:10 pm
"That's... probably a good idea." I look around, "Yeah... we don't need a bigger fight breaking out." I pause at Granite's words. "On second thought, maybe we should teach him a lesson here."
Post by: TALLPANZER on February 20, 2012, 10:49:47 pm
'beruhigen, beruhigen, er ist nur ein Fohlen.'
"Oh yes, your father will hear about this, that guard will be fine in a second, thank the sisters."
Stilettos' body did stop seething at this point but steam was still coming off of her
"Glyph, get the irons, this foals' parents, and Ms Panacea."
Post by: jaxler on February 20, 2012, 10:52:03 pm
"IRONS you don't plan to beat the kid do you!"
Post by: JaxtalMK2 on February 20, 2012, 10:53:09 pm
"Right, just... everyone stay calm until I get back okay?" I run off to do as Stiletto asked, returning shortly thereafter, irons in my mouth and ponies in tow. "Here you go Stiletto."
Post by: L1wW on February 20, 2012, 10:54:09 pm
Irons, my parents... and Panacea?
Oh man this is going to hurt...
"Do your worst!" I really should just stop talking.
"Oh, hey mom and dad. Is Brownie Bits sleeping?"
Post by: thetyler101 on February 20, 2012, 10:56:44 pm
Grapple was quite a bit impressed. That colt was fast. If he was half as fast has him back in the day...
If only he wasn't a complete moron. On the plus side, it looks like I'm not the only one loosing my touch. I remember when Skrillnozh would have cut a pony in two if he had tried something like that, with a whip of all things. Not pretty.
Hold on, looks like Skrillnozh is coming too now. He never did let blunt force trauma keep him down.
Post by: jaxler on February 20, 2012, 11:00:42 pm
Jaxler was angry. he was about ready to punch stiletto in the face for mentioning the "sisters" and if she was going to hurt a foal any respect he could have had for her would be gone. If she did anything to the foal he wouldn't be able to control himself.
"If... you hurt that foal... I won't be very happy"
Post by: TALLPANZER on February 20, 2012, 11:02:16 pm
Stiletto takes the irons in one hoof
"I am not going to do anything Jaxler. YOU on the other hoof, will be slaping these on Granite and taking him and his parents to tell Miss Virtue exactly what happened. The post is closed until Ms Panacea gives all the guards a clean bill of health. all of these good are to be searched for procedures sake. HAVE I MADE MYSELF CLEAR!?"
Post by: jaxler on February 20, 2012, 11:05:58 pm
"DON'T YOU BUCKING YELL AT ME!! I TAKE ORDERS FROM PARTISAN AND HIM ONLY!!"
Post by: L1wW on February 20, 2012, 11:07:53 pm
I suddenly stop caring about what happens next.
"YES MA'AM!" I enthusiastically shout. I look towards Jaxler.
"Jaxler, it's okay. I brought this upon myself and I will face the consequences! Now chain me up!"
'Course I'm drunk and won't feel a thing! For now... I already know this is gonna end poorly for me, and tomorrow morning is gonna suck.
Post by: JaxtalMK2 on February 20, 2012, 11:08:36 pm
I draw my axe and stand in front of Jaxtler, anger flashing in my eyes. "You will follow orders, or you will be the one in irons. Or pieces. Am I clear?"
Post by: Zecro_The_Scourge on February 20, 2012, 11:08:49 pm
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Post by: TALLPANZER on February 20, 2012, 11:12:48 pm
Stiletto looked coldly at the little unvergessen with a crossbow, then Glyph steps up to him and she almost smiles
"Miss Virtue will be the one to determine what his punishment will be and how he will compensate the guards."
Post by: jaxler on February 20, 2012, 11:19:35 pm
"You smile when you pass judgment, how fitting." Jaxler picks up the irons and puts them on Granite, feeling sick to his stomach. Jaxler then said quietly to himself "I know your enjoying this"
Post by: thetyler101 on February 20, 2012, 11:20:06 pm
It disturbs me that this just became some weird roleplaying forum. I mean this is a person posting their game not equestria daily or whatever you guys call it now.Spoiler (click to show/hide)
To tell the truth, not a big fan of rp myself. I left Glitterglen because this crap got out of control. I just can't keep up with this crap! What the hell was wrong with journal entries? It was simple and easy to do and you didn't have to worry about refreshing the page every ten seconds!
You know what, screw it. I'm done. It was fun for a wile but this... no. I'm out.
Thetyler101 cancels role playing, rage-quitting
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Post by: L1wW on February 20, 2012, 11:22:23 pm
"Enjoying what?" I really don't get it...
"So how pissed do you think Virtue's gonna be?"
Post by: jaxler on February 20, 2012, 11:24:09 pm
"I dunno"
Post by: L1wW on February 20, 2012, 11:26:40 pm
"Well, I hope I can still live here with my family, that's my only concern. Hopefully she won't be that harsh. Let's just get this over with..."
Post by: jaxler on February 20, 2012, 11:30:18 pm
Jaxler walks off with Granite feeling sick to his stomach and self loathing.
"I don't honestly think she's going to do anything too harsh to you your. Better off with her than with the alicorn."
Post by: TALLPANZER on February 20, 2012, 11:30:41 pm
Stiletto sighs heavily
"Glyph, please follow them while I search these crates. Make sure he see Miss Virtue."
Post by: L1wW on February 20, 2012, 11:32:35 pm
(http://i1135.photobucket.com/albums/m638/bradshja/JaxlerAvatar-1.jpg)
Jaxler walks off with Granite feeling sick to his stomach and self loathing.
"I don't honestly think she's going to do anything too harsh to you your. Better off with her than with the alicorn."
(http://i1135.photobucket.com/albums/m638/bradshja/GraniteAvatar.jpg)
"No arguments here."
Post by: JaxtalMK2 on February 20, 2012, 11:34:37 pm
"Of course Stiletto, be careful though, these guys might not be too happy with us." Throwing a quick salute I head off after Jaxtler.
Post by: Khenal on February 20, 2012, 11:38:52 pm
I follow the others to Granite's parents. After all, if I'm going to be his mentor, they need to know and approve.
Post by: L1wW on February 20, 2012, 11:42:18 pm
Post by: jaxler on February 20, 2012, 11:42:33 pm
Jaxler noticed the small pony behind him, the same one that threatened his life earlier. Jaxler was emotionally exhausted, had a stomach ache, and would probably haft to bludgeon a foal later on in the day.
"Did the alicorn send you..."
((I think glaze is his mother))
Post by: JaxtalMK2 on February 20, 2012, 11:46:12 pm
"You should learn to watch you say. Yes Stiletto sent me to make sure you did as you were ordered."
Post by: jaxler on February 20, 2012, 11:51:25 pm
"don't act like a tough guy to somepony who can beat the living snot out of you. I hope you realize that I about punched you in the face back there and to be honest I'd prefer it if I did."
Post by: L1wW on February 20, 2012, 11:53:14 pm
((I think glaze is his mother))
((I know, but is Glaze taken? I shouldn't do Granite's parents for obvious reasons. Someone else should do it. Not to sound mean or lazy.))
Post by: Khenal on February 20, 2012, 11:54:12 pm
"Um, can we all please calm down? Another fight won't help anypony..."
Post by: JaxtalMK2 on February 20, 2012, 11:55:53 pm
"I just told you to watch what you say." I draw my axe again setting my hooves. "You don't have a place to talk, you're just a filly playing soldier. Now are you going to do as you've been ordered, or are you going to be making a trip to the hospital."
Post by: jaxler on February 21, 2012, 12:01:02 am
You have no idea do you. I am not filly playing soldier. I was bucking drafted and everypony keeps on forgetting it. I'll talk when I please even if it gets me beaten or murdered, and if that's to much for you then just chop my head off right now and tell the alicorn I tried to attack you."
((no Glaze isn't taken but you might wan't to ask telgin to play her.))
Post by: L1wW on February 21, 2012, 12:03:29 am
"Can we all just stay calm? It's not like I'm about to face ultimate judgement for the day's previous events or anything... OH WAIT!"
((I agree with you on that. Hey Telgin? Can you play Granite's parents if your not busy? Sorry if this is informal or something.))
Post by: Telgin on February 21, 2012, 12:04:18 am
It disturbs me that this just became some weird roleplaying forum. I mean this is a person posting their game not equestria daily or whatever you guys call it now.
Sorry you feel this way. To my knowledge only Glitterglen and Dawnpick have done any sort of roleplaying like this and they largely share a playerbase. I hadn't intended for this thread to become heavy in RPing (not that I'm discouraging it, of course), nor do I suspect KingStrongbeard expected that to happen to Glitterglen. Regardless, I'm happy that the players enjoy it enough to try and fill in the gaps between fort updates with character development.
This is still a Dwarf Fortress driven community fort at its heart. If Toady has a problem with the way we're doing things here, I'm more than happy to discuss it and possible solutions with him.
Quote from: thetyler101
To tell the truth, not a big fan of rp myself. I left Glitterglen because this crap got out of control. I just can't keep up with this crap! What the hell was wrong with journal entries? It was simple and easy to do and you didn't have to worry about refreshing the page every ten seconds!
You know what, screw it. I'm done. It was fun for a wile but this... no. I'm out.
Thetyler101 cancels role playing, rage-quittingSpoiler (click to show/hide)
Sorry to see you go. :( I understand where you're coming from though, it's definitely not for everyone. I'll keep Grapple around though if you ever decide to come back. Or just do journal entries, I don't see anything wrong with that.
By the way, a new fort update will be forthcoming in a day or two.
As for what's going on right now, I can take over for anypony who needs to get involved. If anyone wants Panacea, go get her. I'm kind of lost at the moment, got like 3 things going on, is Granite currently with his parents?
-Edited to remove Virtue doing unnecessary stuff-
Post by: jaxler on February 21, 2012, 12:10:42 am
(http://i1135.photobucket.com/albums/m638/bradshja/JaxlerAvatar-1.jpg)
"sorry Granite but I want to know if Mr. soldier pony has the guts." Jaxler then put his crossbow on the ground pointed his hoof right at his neck.
Post by: L1wW on February 21, 2012, 12:14:25 am
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is Granite currently with his parents?
((I think so, they're probably lagging behind Flux, with Jaxler and Glyph up front, and Granite is either being dragged behind Jaxler or on his back in chains. Because Stiletto had Glyph bring them and Panacea. Glyph probably has his parents following behind them.))
(http://i1135.photobucket.com/albums/m638/bradshja/GraniteAvatar.jpg)
"Jaxler don't do this! If nothing else live so I can idolize you for a bit longer..." in a much quieter tone I add "I can steal some of his crap if you want... just throwing it out there."
Post by: Telgin on February 21, 2012, 12:20:24 am
(http://i1135.photobucket.com/albums/m638/bradshja/VirtueAvatar.jpg)
Virtue is sitting in her office, trying to concentrate on her paperwork despite the growing noise outside. What was going on, anyway? If it didn't settle down in a moment or two she'd have to go find out for herself. Hopefully nothing too serious.
Post by: Khenal on February 21, 2012, 12:22:43 am
'Oh, this is bad. Very very bad! Wait, there's her office!'
I disengage from the group to pound on Virtue's door, hoping somepony in charge could diffuse the situation.
"Virtue!"
Post by: JaxtalMK2 on February 21, 2012, 12:25:26 am
"Oh really..." I slam my axe into the ground, and step forward. "If you want a fight I can oblige. Step away from the foal, I wont have him hurt because of your ego."
Post by: Telgin on February 21, 2012, 12:26:06 am
Virtue sits up at the sudden pounding and bounds over to the door. This must be bad... She flings the door open, half expecting badger pony thieves to be killing everypony, only to find Flux and a gaggle of other ponies apparently ready to mob each other.
"What's going on here?!"
Post by: TALLPANZER on February 21, 2012, 12:27:17 am
Stiletto was making a very efficient search of the boxes
"I hope nothing went wrong. I am being silly, they just went to get Miss Virtue, what could possibly go wrong?""
Post by: jaxler on February 21, 2012, 12:27:38 am
"I didn't ask for a fight I asked if you had the nerve to strike down an insubordinate stallion like a good little mindless soldier."
Post by: L1wW on February 21, 2012, 12:29:50 am
"Virtue! HELP!!! THEY'RE GONNA KILL EACH OTHER!!!"
Post by: Khenal on February 21, 2012, 12:30:23 am
"Um, Virtue! Jaxler and Glyph are g-gonna fight and they w-wont listen to me!"
Post by: Telgin on February 21, 2012, 12:32:52 am
Virtue gives Flux a startled expression before trotting past him next to the two squabbling stallions. She gives each an confused and slightly irritated glance. "What's the problem here?"
Post by: JaxtalMK2 on February 21, 2012, 12:33:29 am
I stalk up and slap Jaxtler across the face, hard. "You should learn to use what little brain you have. I don't execute unarmed ponies. Even ones who act as arrogant as you. Now then, we seem to have arrived, so pick up your crossbow and let's get on with this." I retrieve my axe and sling it.
Post by: jaxler on February 21, 2012, 12:39:29 am
"If you refuse to kill the unarmed then your a horrible soldier." Jaxler flew a few feet into the air. he then started to fly forward at full speed and flung his hoof into glyph's forehead at full force. "BOY THAT FELT GOOD... oh hay Virtue."
Post by: JaxtalMK2 on February 21, 2012, 12:43:14 am
I see the blow coming and step aside, watching as Jaxtler flies past. "Hello Virtue, we were coming to see you about some poor behavior on the part of Granite."
Post by: Telgin on February 21, 2012, 12:44:59 am
Virtue flinches as Jaxler soars past her. She gives both ponies a scowl and points a hoof to her office. "You two. Inside. Now." She looks down at Granite and then up to his parents. "Would you excuse me for a minute? I'll be right with you."
Post by: L1wW on February 21, 2012, 12:48:11 am
I look at Glyph and shout at him.
"Poor behavior?! I may have just started a war and you call that poor behavior! You have weak standards!"
I turn to face my parents while in shackles.
"Hey dad, how was work?"
Post by: JaxtalMK2 on February 21, 2012, 12:48:25 am
My heart sinks at Virtues look, and I begin to slowly walk to Virtue's office, my head hung low.
Post by: jaxler on February 21, 2012, 12:52:09 am
"Fine, what seems to be the problem, Virtue?" Jaxler walks into the office head held high.
Post by: Telgin on February 21, 2012, 01:02:38 am
Virtue directs them to chairs in front of her desk. She sits heavily across from them and straightens her mane with a hoof. After a few moments of staring silently into her desk, she looks up, giving each pony a several second stare.
"Now... I'm going to give each of you a chance to explain to me why you were fighting. In front of a little colt, no less." She looks over to Glyph. "Let's start with you."
Post by: Khenal on February 21, 2012, 01:04:14 am
Outside, I shift awkwardly with only Granite and his parents around.
"Um... did anypony tell you what's, uh, happening?"
Post by: L1wW on February 21, 2012, 01:07:52 am
"Yeah, did you two hear what happened? Or should I tell you? Oh and can this total stranger be my mentor and educate me in the ways of smelting and mechanics?"
Post by: JaxtalMK2 on February 21, 2012, 01:17:22 am
I keep my head down, staring at the floor as I speak in a quiet voice. "As I said, we were coming to see you because of Granite's actions. He attacked, and stole from the caravan guards, and then attempted to bribe Stiletto and Jaxtler. When Stiletto ordered him bound and brought here Jaxtler became insubordinate until threatened. Stiletto then asked me to follow Jaxtler to ensure the orders were followed. He became... insulting, and challenged me to make him follow orders. Apparently he believed I would strike down an unarmed pony for refusing an order... that made my temper flare and I struck him."
Post by: Telgin on February 21, 2012, 01:19:31 am
*****
(http://i1135.photobucket.com/albums/m638/bradshja/VirtueAvatar.jpg)
Virtue frowns slightly and nods as Glyph explains himself. Granite was to blame for this? The little colt? Hard to believe... She turns to Jaxler. "Very well then, what do you have to say for yourself, Jaxler?"
Post by: Khenal on February 21, 2012, 01:25:32 am
"Um, ok. From the, uh, beginning then? He... attacked the er, caravan guards? And robbed them? The, uh, guards, not the caravan. Then he, um, tried to bribe Jaxler. Oh, and Stiletto, so they'd... look the other way? Stiletto, um, had Glyph get some irons, uh, the ones he's in right now, actually. And, um, then Jaxler and Glyph got in a fight? Oh, wait, you were there for that part. Um... and Granite wants me to teach him about mechanics and, uh, smelting?"
Post by: L1wW on February 21, 2012, 01:31:35 am
"THE DOMIDIAN STARTED IT! HE THREATENED TO KIDNAP ME AND HARM BROWNIE BITS!"
I calm down a bit.
"And I only knocked out the domidian, the other guard I just blinded for a few seconds... Oh, and can Flux teach me stuff, please?"
((Welp with that I am off to bed, I'll be back tomorrow. If this goes on and Granite needs to respond, just think what a drunk, overprotective brother would do who just wants to make his family proud and who might actually be a klepto))
Post by: jaxler on February 21, 2012, 01:32:36 am
"We'll after Granite stole from and beat up the guards I was given orders from stiletto. I informed her that she didn't have jurisdiction over me and that you and Partisan were the only ponies allowed to give me orders. I did do as she told me even though I was of duty but that was only after glyph practically said he would kill me if I didn't. so i was escorting Granite here when glyph decided to follow me because the alicorn gave him orders to do so. Glyph then wen't so far as to insulted me for informing stiletto that she didn't have jurisdiction over me. I then tell him that I have a right to free speech and I'd rather die than have that taken away from me. he then walks up to me and slaps me in the face, and then I retaliated as any sensible stallion would."
Post by: Telgin on February 21, 2012, 01:52:10 am
*****
(http://i1135.photobucket.com/albums/m638/bradshja/VirtueAvatar.jpg)
Virtue sighs and rests her head on a hoof. Wonderful. The guard and militia were at each others throats, and Jaxler was worrying her with his use of the word alicorn. So help her, if he attacekd Stiletto again, she didn't know what she was going to do about it. She looks up eventually.
"Alright, let's set a few things straight." She looks at Glyph. "Jaxler is right that Stiletto can't just give him orders. She outranks him by seniority, but he's in the guard and not the militia."
She immediately turns to Jaxler, prepared to fight off any riposte he might make at Glyph. "However, just because she's not in the guard doesn't mean you shouldn't listen to her, Jaxler. She can't give you orders, but she is a good soldier and I have confidence in her decisions."
Her eyes move from one pony to the next. "You're all responsible for our safety. I don't want a breakdown in the chain of command to stem from something like this. You all need to trust each other and that means even members of the other branches. Unless you've got a very good reason not to, I expect you to listen to each others opinions and ideas. That goes for anypony, whether they're under Halberd, Naginata or Partisan.
"And I expect the two of you to check your tempers. We can't afford for you to be shouting at each other, much less attacking each other. Imagine if a diamond dog tried to sneak into the settlement while you were fighting? And what sort of example do you think you were setting for Granite?"
Speaking of which, she needed to have a long talk with him and his family, if what Jaxler and Glyph told her was true. Stiletto too, maybe. She should know better than to edge Jaxler on like that.
Post by: JaxtalMK2 on February 21, 2012, 01:56:49 am
My head droops even lower as Virtue speaks. 'I really messed this one up...'
"Y-yes Ma'am Virtue... I wont let it happen again" I try to keep the sadness out of my voice, unsuccessfully.
Post by: jaxler on February 21, 2012, 02:03:43 am
as much as jaxler wanted to comment about stiletto he felt it was best to agree.
"fine I'll try me best to avoid picking a fight with anypony else."
((I'm off for the night.))
Post by: JaxtalMK2 on February 21, 2012, 02:12:03 am
"If... if you'd like Miss Virtue... I will leave the militia..."
Post by: Telgin on February 21, 2012, 02:21:05 am
Virtue sighs and gives him something between a frown and a smile. She shakes her head. "No, Glyph, that's the last thing we need for you to do right now." She points at the map of the caverns on the wall and a map of Dawnpick with markers placed everywhere a badger pony thief had entered the fort.
"We don't have enough armed ponies guarding us as it is, and if we're going through with trying to clear out the monsters underground, we're going to need everypony's help. I just want all of you to get along and work together."
Post by: JaxtalMK2 on February 21, 2012, 02:24:22 am
"Of... Of course. I wont fail you again Virtue, you'll see. I'll..." I look down as my voice drops to a whisper. "I'll make you proud of me."
Post by: Telgin on February 21, 2012, 02:34:01 am
She smiles and nods at him. She wasn't quite sure what the last little bit was, but she decides to let it slide. "I'm glad to hear it."
Her eyes move between the two again. "I'm glad we're all in understanding. Let's try to get along, okay? And I'll go speak with Stiletto about the chain of command and the caravan masters to see about any damages and setting things straight there."
She cuts her eyes to the door. And she'd have to figure out this mess about Granite, but one thing at a time.
Post by: Jackknife402 on February 21, 2012, 03:45:53 am
Mortar suddenly knocks on Virtue's office door, without really realizing the situation within. He pushes the door open and trots inside. "Hey erm...Virtue? The caravan traders are refusing to trade me a new chisel. I can't quite understand through their thick accents, but seems they are awfully upset about something. He looked over his shoulder for a moment. "Somepony also vandalized one of the statue pedestals I was setting up for statues expressing our friendship with those whom trade with us." A light tint appeared on his cheeks. "Erm...to you know...help motivate everyo- what's going on here?" He blinked between the mare and two stallions.
Post by: Telgin on February 21, 2012, 04:19:12 am
Virtue gives the two soldiers a small gesture and a smile. "I think we're done here, so you two can go about your business." She looks up to Mortar with the same smile and says, "Oh, don't worry, nothing you should be concerned about." She stands and starts for the door. "I was actually just headed to go see about helping out with the little situation there."
Last post from me tonight, sorry. I'll be posting the fort update tomorrow sometime, I hope.
Post by: jaxler on February 21, 2012, 12:52:33 pm
Jaxler got up and said "Well I think it's about time I head out of here" and moved out the door
Post by: Telgin on February 22, 2012, 02:07:15 am
Virtue's Diary - 17th Felsite, 256
Hickory gave birth in the wee hours of the morning to an earth pony filly she named Sheer Delight. I hate to admit that I've been a bit preoccupied thinking about a foal of my own the last few weeks. I don't think Harvest Moon is quite ready for that, so I haven't been pressuring him, but I think he'll turn around soon. I've seen the way he looks at the foals playing around the settlement.
21st Felsite, 256
We had a couple of thieves show up today. Flux's trap design for the gate worked fantastically, I must admit. The militia was standing at the gate just in case, headed by none other than Glyph himself, but they were hardly needed. Partisan, Jaxler and Storm Cloud put the thieves out of their misery with a few bolts after they stumbled onto the weapon traps.
5th Hematite, 256
It's been a while since we had anypony come under one of those strange moods, but Willow was the victim today. She stumbled off to a craftshop with an otherworldly look in her eyes and started fetching random things. So far all of these strange moods have turned out alright, I'm sure she'll be fine.
14th Hematite, 256
Willow finished what she was working on today, an exquisite piccolo. She says that she actually knows a bit about music, but hasn't played a piccolo in decades. I hope she takes to it, we could always use more to keep everypony's spirits up, and I think some music now and again would be a great addition to our community.
(http://i1135.photobucket.com/albums/m638/bradshja/46.png)
We also put some more work into the fishing pier, and I hope Ocean Breeze will be back to fishing within the next few months. She has to have been bored out of her mind all this time, having nothing much to do.
7th Malachite, 256
We've had a fair bit going on lately actually. First off, Ocean Breeze gave birth again around dinner time today to a unicorn filly the family named Chestnut. Her coat matched the name, and she was a cute little filly. Still no luck winning Harvest Moon over, and I think he might have a point about us waiting a bit for any children. We'll get there one day.
Otherwise, we've started working on some new housing. We've got enough for everypony already, but it never hurts to be ready for the future. I think we'll construct maybe an extra ten or so homes for now. Oh, and since we've finally got rooms for everypony, we started back on the church. It should be done before too much longer. Grapple has been quite patient about this, although I'm not sure how everypony feels about diverting our resources there, but without the housing crunch it's not such a big deal.
1st Galena, 256
It came to my attention that we've been accumulating a lot of junk here in Dawnpick, so I had Flux design a garbage compactor. We tested it out today, and managed to crush a lot of garbage. We'll probably be using it periodically to crush junk from now on, and I've warned everypony, especially the children about how dangerous it is. I hope they've all listened.
The other news today is that the ballista trap has been completed and we're planning on giving it a shot soon. Pun intended.
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What could go wrong?
Oh, but before we try that, I'm glad to report that the fishing pier is finished! We can finally get Ocean Breeze back to fishing up whatever is in the brook to the south. We haven't had any fish or turtle in ages, and I'm sure adding that back to our diet should raise spirits a bit.
17th Galena, 256
I feel absolutely sick right now. We tried the trap in the upper caverns today, and we all but got everypony killed. Chic breached the caverns as the lever was pulled to rais the drawbridge so we could arm the trap. The timing couldn't have been worse.
Two of the monsters surged inside as she breached the cavern. I didn't witness the battle, thank goodness, but I've got Halberd, Naginata and Partisan's word to go by and it must have been a horrific sight. Falcata was badly wounded. I saw Glaive and Wool carrying her out of the mines, blood running from cuts on her throat and rents in her smashed hoof. She's alive, but Panacea and Wool are tending to her now. I feel awful for her. This is the second time she's come close to death trying to defend us, and all because the trap wasn't executed right. I should have been there to oversee it.
I'm going to check up on her right away. I hope she's alright. I won't be able to take it if she doesn't make it.
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Naginata's Diary - 17th Galena
The battle in the mines was horrifying, and I don't put that lightly. I am absolutely astonished that we all walked away with our lives. Something went wrong with the timing, and two of the monsters managed to break in before we could safely seal it off again. Chic ran for her life, which was a smart move. Then it was up to us to hold out against the monsters. The first, a giant insect of some horrific variety set upon Falcata, who stood her ground admirably.
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She struck at it several times before it grabbed her by the throat with its massive maw and tried to strangle the life from her. Then Glaive rushed to her rescue, hacking and tearing at the monster with his axe with a ferocity I don't think I've ever seen from him, and for that matter just about anypony. It fell to his axe, and Falcata collapsed to the ground, smashing a hoof in the process.
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None of my squad even got to engage. Glaive crushed that monster by himself, and Halberd destroyed the other on his own. We were prepared to fight anything else that dared show itself, but thankfully the bridge closed off the caverns and we managed to get Falcata back to the surface before she bled too much. As if that wasn't enough, we ran into a number of gremlins on the way out, no doubt set on fiddling with the levers. We dispatched them quickly.
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Falcata has a bit of a problem in that she's by far the fastest pony in the militia. Which means she gets to the fights fast and thus stands alone sometimes. This time it nearly killed her. Good thing her coltfriend was there to help her!
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Virtue's Diary - 27th Galena, 256
I was relieved to hear from Panacea this morning that Falcata is going to be fine. She got a few cuts on her throat, but they weren't that deep. Her hoof is going to take some time to heal, but she's going to be perfectly fine. I'm just so happy that nopony was killed, and that she's going to be alright. At least now the trap is ready to be used properly next time. Let's hope her suffering hasn't been in vain.
A zebra caravan also arrived this morning. They didn't have all that much that we needed, but I bought some food and drink from them from a lot of the stuff the thieves left behind.
Speaking of the thieves, two more showed up with the caravan, but the traps and militia dispatched them quickly and without incident. After the badger pony thieves though, we had a diamond dog thief show up who actually managed to get inside. The caravan guard chased him off, but Jaxler managed to put a bolt between his shoulders and end his misery after they beat him into submission.
4th Limestone, 256
We had another diamond dog thief show up today, who nearly scared me to death. I was helping Panacea move some water to the well from the moat, and I stumbled right into him. Jaxler was nearby and ran him off, thank goodness. I must say, we've had our differences in the past, but Jaxler showed me today that he's taking his job seriously and isn't going to let any past misunderstandings get in the way of it.
Other than that, I'm happy to say that Falcata left the hospital today. Her hoof is healing quickly, and Panacea says she'll be back to work in no time. I told all of the militia and the guard to take a little time off though. They've all earned it. We shouldn't be expecting any attacks soon, but I think I'll have the gate raised to be sure. Once they've all had some time to recover I'll ask them to resume their normal schedules.
I think I'm going to take the opportunity to have Glaive and Falcata spend some more quality time together. I'd think after that little incident they'd be more than just acquaintances!
Post by: Omicega on February 22, 2012, 03:49:41 pm
Post by: Telgin on February 22, 2012, 04:08:31 pm
Post by: Khenal on February 22, 2012, 04:18:10 pm
Flux' Journal, Felsite 21
Wow, I did not expect my traps to be that... efficient? Messy? Both? At least they seem to be keeping the thieves out, which means that the militia doesn't have to risk their lives as much.
Hematite 5
Willow decided she had to build something and took over a craft shop. All these weird inspirations to make things, it's so strange. I suppose I'm not one to talk, though. Maybe Willow will make something better than my splint.
Hematite 14
Willow finished her project! It's a piccolo unlike any I've ever seen. I didn't know they could be made from stone, or that spikes could be made from leather, but she managed both. I wonder if anypony'd let me play it.
Hematite 20
Virtue came to me and asked for me to design a trash compactor. I didn't know we had that much junk, but I said I'd try. I have a few ideas on how to generate the force needed...*Several different simple designs follow, using a variety of methods for crushing garbage.*
Galena 1
Tested the trash compactor today, to great success! Needless to say, it's very dangerous to be inside it, so we've put up tons of warnings about staying out and how to make sure nopony is inside when it's activated. Speaking of dangerous things, the trap in the cavern for those big things is almost complete! The timing for breaching the cavern will probably be tricky, but the theory looks very sound.
Post by: Omicega on February 22, 2012, 04:22:50 pm
Post by: jaxler on February 22, 2012, 05:07:54 pm
Jaxler’s journal 21st Felsite, 256
More thieves showed up today. Flux’s traps are really
1st Galena, 256
The ballista is finished. With that in mind I can only assume that we are gonna go into the caverns soon. I guess we’ll see how effective the plan that Partisan thought up is. I should probably hold off on drinking heavily until after we breach the caves.
17th Galena, 256
DAMNIT. The plan failed. Falcata about had her windpipe crushed by one of those abominations. I bucking can't believe we suffered a casualty, the plan wasn't supposed to allow for casualties. Where the hell did we screw up. I was in the room when we made the plan all those months ago so why didn't I see the possibility for error.
18th Galena, 256
My head hurts right now, I’m currently writing from what appears to be the pier. I woke up around five minutes ago. From what I can gather, My crossbow is up in a tree, there appears to be a barrel in the water near me, and I have a gash in my left hoof (I don’t know how I got it). It’s about noon and should have been on patrol about three hours ago but I think I’m just not going to show up for work today. I still feel like crap after yesterday.
27th Galena, 256
We had some thieves show up today. The militia killed most of them but one diamond dog thought it would be smart to rob the caravan that’s in town right now. The poor guy got caught and ran off, so I chased him down and put a bolt in his back. I felt like taking out some bottled up rage on the guy and started bashing his head in with my crossbow when the caravan guard showed up and finished him off.
4th Limestone, 256
Penance let Falcata out of the hospital today, so I guess she isn't to bucked up after the accident. I Also had to save Virtue today. Some thief snuck up on her and I was nearby. So I shot a few bolts at the thief and he ran off, so I guess nothing out of the ordinary happened today.
Post by: jaxler on February 22, 2012, 08:34:26 pm
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Jaxler had a lot to think about. he had had gone a few days without any booze, he really didn't feel like drinking. You can't think when your drunk, you also can't think when there is too much noise. So he wen't to the only place where a pony could get any peace and quite, the crypt. he came down into the dark underground, it was damp, eerie, and depressing but he was already depressed, so he sat and contemplated. He had recently been demoralized by an alicorn and felt accountable for another pony almost dying. He needed to do some deep thinking. Time went by and after about what seemed to be an hour of deep thought he looked up and saw a coffin, it was barley's. "Lucky bastard"
he looked around and saw that somepony else was coming down into the crypt.
Post by: L1wW on February 22, 2012, 08:50:42 pm
After the recent success of the new traps Flux developed, I was even more excited to work underneath him. Hopefully some of his awesomeness will rub off onto me. I can dream can't I? Speaking of awesome I see Jaxler walk into the crypt. However, instead of him being generally badass, he seemed kinda down. I didn't want to interrupt him so I quietly followed behind him. As Jaxler stopped to look at one of the coffins, I was on the last step of the staircase.
He then turned around and spotted me when I stepped onto the floor.
"Uh... hey Jaxler, something wrong?"
Post by: jaxler on February 22, 2012, 09:05:28 pm
Jaxler got up when he noticed Granite had been watching him.
"oh hay Granite, what brings you to a place like this?"
Post by: vkiNm on February 22, 2012, 09:06:16 pm
Post by: L1wW on February 22, 2012, 09:09:41 pm
"Nothing really brings me here, I mean this place is all so gloomy and depressing; which brings the next question: Why are you here? And more importantly why are you so sad?"
Post by: jaxler on February 22, 2012, 09:21:21 pm
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"Sad? Hmmm..." Jaxler thought for a moment "We'll right now things are making me depressed. So I came down here in order to get some peace and quite, so I could think them over."
Post by: L1wW on February 22, 2012, 09:28:43 pm
"Sorry in advance for destroying your peace and quiet, but what things are making you sad?"
Post by: Telgin on February 22, 2012, 09:31:18 pm
Hello there, i have stumbled upon This little interesting adventure over 6 hours ago. Needless to say, i have been spending this past 6 hours reading everything from page 1 to 63 and it seems like you have quite an interesting play going on. and a few ponies less to say the least. That's why i register an account just for this occasion, Would it be okay for me to join into this aswell? because i would love to partake in your adventure.
Hello! You're more than welcome to join. Did you have any particular pony in mind? Jaxler hit the nail on the head here:
((Welcome to the team. I'm pretty sure that Telgin will let you join so in order to save his time you might want to choose the pony you want. If you click the yellow spoilers on the first page one of them will give you the list of available/taken ponies.))
Post by: vkiNm on February 22, 2012, 09:37:20 pm
Skillet the cook and Willow the farmer seems to fit the rough description. But i prefer a name change to "Kat" , i've seen "Grapple" being inserted in a rather creative way, i wonder if that's also possible. Well, we'll have to see what Telgin have to say then. Just to say now, i look forward in joining the guards, seems like you could use an extra markspony. ;) see you in the game real soon everypony. (hopefully) ]
Post by: jaxler on February 22, 2012, 09:45:21 pm
"well, I took orders from an alic- stiletto and then there is fact that Falcata about had her neck crushed by one of those abominations in the caverns." Jaxler took a long pause "did you know back before storm cloud came of age the guard and Virtue devised the plan for breaching the caverns?"
Post by: vkiNm on February 22, 2012, 09:47:20 pm
Post by: L1wW on February 22, 2012, 09:52:04 pm
"I probably heard that there was a meeting between the guard and Virtue, but I doubt I remembered it for long, so no the meeting doesn't ring any bells... but why do you hate alicorns so much? Do they relate to how you got that scar near your kidneys?"
Post by: Telgin on February 22, 2012, 09:53:05 pm
[ hmm, a Pegasus Female, i would prefer to know the specific appearances, white coat black mane Red eyes. If that's not possible to find then that's alright.
Skillet the cook and Willow the farmer seems to fit the rough description. But i prefer a name change to "Kat" , i've seen "Grapple" being inserted in a rather creative way, i wonder if that's also possible. Well, we'll have to see what Telgin have to say then. Just to say now, i look forward in joining the guards, seems like you could use an extra markspony. ;) see you in the game real soon everypony. (hopefully) ]
Ok, took a look at the two you suggested and here's their descriptions:
Willow: Wavy scarlet hair, slate gray coat, copper eyes. (She is currently in love with Longshot, so you know)
Skillet: Unkempt dark scarlet hair, slate gray coat, ochre eyes.
Willow actually has some combat skills already (dunno why, they aren't rusty so I don't think she migrated with them), and is quick to heal. Skillet is my best / only cook (grand master), and she sucks (clumsy, flimsy and quick to tire), so I think you're better off taking Willow if you want to join the guard. Or I can keep looking for more pegasus mares.
By the way, the description is up to you really. I've adjusted it for a few ponies here and there to keep things interesting since DF doesn't do a good job of that.
Post by: vkiNm on February 22, 2012, 10:06:39 pm
Ok, took a look at the two you suggested and here's their descriptions:
Willow: Wavy scarlet hair, slate gray coat, copper eyes. (She is currently in love with Longshot, so you know)
Skillet: Unkempt dark scarlet hair, slate gray coat, ochre eyes.
Willow actually has some combat skills already (dunno why, they aren't rusty so I don't think she migrated with them), and is quick to heal. Skillet is my best / only cook (grand master), and she sucks (clumsy, flimsy and quick to tire), so I think you're better off taking Willow if you want to join the guard. Or I can keep looking for more pegasus mares.
By the way, the description is up to you really. I've adjusted it for a few ponies here and there to keep things interesting since DF doesn't do a good job of that.
hmm.. would rather that she's untaken yet really. but please, see the other mares as you see fit, if all else fail, then Willow it is. :)
Post by: jaxler on February 22, 2012, 10:19:36 pm
"The scar... I hope for your own good that you never haft to sear yourself shut. Yes it is related to alicorns but I'm afraid that I can't really tell you much about how or why I have it. All I can tell you is that alicorns are the reason why I don't have a home, why I can't use my old name, why I drink, why I came to a random outpost in the middle of nowhere, and why I fear death."
Post by: L1wW on February 22, 2012, 10:26:06 pm
"Jaxler... sorry for asking..." I take a quick look at that coffin, for Barley right? He got killed by that thief...
"Anyway what was so special about the meeting? About the caverns and beasts?"
Post by: jaxler on February 22, 2012, 10:38:02 pm
"well sense Storm Cloud wasn't in the guard at the time of the meeting it was just Me, Partisan and Virtue. I was talking with Virtue about coming up with a plan when Partisan comes in. now he come's up with this great idea and devises a great plan with the input of me and Virtue. That plan was an attack strategy for the abominations in the caverns, and was put into action on the 17th Galena, 256. the same day Falcata almost has her neck crushed by one of those monsters and was hospitalized. now the plan wasn't supposed to allow casualties and I was in the room at the time in which the plan was being created. I could have reduced the margin of error but instead a mare has to be sent to the hospital and I'm partially to blame."
Post by: L1wW on February 22, 2012, 11:02:28 pm
I sigh. "Jaxler what the buck."
"You shouldn't blame yourself for the casualty. First off, you were probably drunk during the meeting, no offence. Second, you are not the squad leader, you are just a grunt offering his opinion. Third, she wasn't in your squad, you aren't as responsible as her squad mates. Fourth, how the hell were you supposed to know what those forgotten beasts were capable of? THEY'RE FORGOTTEN! Finally, I am a foal telling you to stop feeling bad over something that was out of your hooves."
I take a brief pause to let it sink in.
"Brownie Bits got bullied today at school, some ass of a pony pushed her into the ground. Granted I wasn't even there, but I was still worried. I blamed myself for that! Until my father pulled me aside and told me the same crap that I just told you. Then I stole everything those flankholes saw enjoyment in. Now they just sit there at recess facing extreme depression. Sure some incident at school and an almost dead mare don't really equal each other, but the point is you can't blame yourself for events out of your hooves."
Post by: jaxler on February 22, 2012, 11:19:20 pm
Jaxler thought for a moment. all he did earlier was think about where the plan failed, but he never questions if he was really to blame.
"Every pony is guilty of all the good they did not do... but I suppose, if that was the case we would all be criminals. Everything you just said was 100% correct, excluding the drunk part... and the grunt part."
Post by: L1wW on February 22, 2012, 11:34:47 pm
"Glad to hear what I said was... helpful?" Was it even helpful?
Then I remembered why I needed to speak with Jaxler.
"So with those bullies I mentioned earlier, I may need a few supplies for this scheme I have of exacting some vengeance. Don't worry! Nopony should be harmed... the plan is to plant some 'naughty' materials onto their persons, so they will get caught with said materials and be busted by the school system. I can take care of planting the evidence on them, but I need the evidence first, and I have no clue what the evidence should even be... So as a member of the fortress guard, can you help me get a few foals into some deep trouble with the principle and/or their parents by supplying me with material inappropriate for young foals, even though I'm a foal? And if you say no, will bribery sway your mind?"
This will either end perfectly or very very bad...
Post by: jaxler on February 22, 2012, 11:43:01 pm
Jaxler felt like he owed Granite for sharing some wisdom so he decided to look the other way.
"I have a drinking problem so its within the realm of possibility that I'm currently drunk and can't remember anything you just said. So would you like to repeat yourself but remember, I'm not supposed to condone fraud, bribery, or use/possession of illegal substances?"
Post by: L1wW on February 22, 2012, 11:56:24 pm
Okay, no bribery or illegal substances. This could work...
"Alright..." No fraud, hmm "I'll settle for just scaring the crap out of them."
Time for the backup plan...
"So I know the path of my targets and where they go most of the day, but more importantly where they're gonna be. Turns out one of 'em recently got their cutie mark and is gonna hold a party near the well. So I think I'll set up a surprise in the well so if one of them goes to draw water I can set whatever it is to spook 'em to... well... spoke them. Flux taught me enough in mechanics to know how to remotely launch an object up into the sky, so that won't be a problem. The problem, however, is that I have no idea what to use to scare them. A corpse would be too much and a rubber spider or something wouldn't be enough. I'll need help finding the desired object. And I don't think anypony will get hurt, just maybe wet their pants and get humiliated. Does that work for you? In terms of being a noble guard..."
Post by: jaxler on February 23, 2012, 12:12:06 am
"Well there really doesn't seem to be anything illegal about it. if I where you I'd use saw dust, it might work so long as you keep it from getting wet. They'd get covered in the stuff and probably would freak out the moment they saw a cloud rush up through the well. I don't know much about mechanics but you might want to use a remote trigger so the trap goes off on the right foal. also I could probably go talk with those kids parents and tell them that they've been causing civil disturbances."
Post by: L1wW on February 23, 2012, 12:22:46 am
"Saw dust? Maybe... is there anyway it can be more of a ghostly green fog color, like the stuff coming out of some witches cauldron or something? But I do like that idea, maybe throw some wet flour in there too..."
The realization that Jaxler was a member of the guard and was the law came to play.
"Wait, you could just talk to their parents and get them in trouble?! Why didn't you say that earlier?! That would work out perfectly! However that might lead to them calling her a tattle-tail or something... then the dust would come into play! JAXLER YOU ARE BUCKING BRILLAINT!!! I will forever idolize the ground you walk on Jaxler! You're my hero! And not just for saving me from the thief!"
Post by: jaxler on February 23, 2012, 12:47:36 am
Jaxler was shocked to hear Granite say he idolized him for the second time. Jaxler was a both scared and happy to know that a Granite actually "idolized" him. Jaxler knew he had problems, and that those problems were far more numerous than a normal pony. so this came as a shock to him. he never really saw himself as a rolemodel and he honestly didn't think he deserved to be one. But regardless he still felt overjoyed to know that sompony genuinely cared about him.
"If I just don't use your name then nothing will happen, they will probably just assume it was the teacher or some onlooker, but anyway that can wait till tomorrow. I think it's about time I go get a drink, would you like to come with?"
Post by: L1wW on February 23, 2012, 12:55:10 am
"Sure! A drink wouldn't be half bad right now!"
Post by: jaxler on February 23, 2012, 08:36:29 am
"great"
((end of scene?))
Post by: L1wW on February 23, 2012, 01:18:58 pm
I get to drink with my hero!
((Yup, end scene))
Post by: Maklak on February 24, 2012, 10:57:48 am
I especially enjoy Stiletto's double romance. At this rate her room is going to need a bigger bed (In game terms: two beds next to each other) :P .
I also like it that for the most part ponies are nice, and there is little malice.
@ Telgin:
Looks like above ground fort is quite a challenge. I kinda like the random assortment of buildings. This is what I normally do, and this is what happens with villages growing by themselves. Planning usually comes later. While in DF in general moving around workshops and stockpiles is very easy, and more so with grid layout, moving above ground buildings around is probably not an option, so that might be a bit of a problem, when You run out of space. Second stories, and one-level cellars should take care of that, tough.
I rather like Your design of blocks of flats, and windows are a nice touch.
Your fortress could use a pony bath. Traditionally it is a trench with 3/7 water in a place where ponies go often, like the dining room. Tough above ground fort and getting caught in the rain frequently works too, I guess.
As for a well, I'd dig a tile under a wall, place fortification there, channel to get water from moat inside walls, bridge over it outside walls, and build the well inside walls with a ramp nearby to get out, and walls and traffic designations to prevent drowning.
The theme of the fortress was supposed to be mining iron, so I think You should be exporting steel to Your home civilization.
Your updates could use more pictures. Occasional maps are good, but stocks screen, and Dwarf Therapist spreadsheet would be nice too.
I like the quality of you pictures. Especially the big ones, but even Your pony avatars look impressive.
I also like Your general policy on naming ponies.
It is also OK, if You occasionally post some technical details, like editing Your game to have armoured cruppers for ponies.
As for Falcata I propose that You revise her equipment and give her "terminator armour" - as much steel and leather as will fit a pony. This will both slow her down, and give her better protection.
Glittergarden has almost 10k posts now, so it is not feasible for me to read it. It took me a few days to even catch up with this thread, currently at 65 pages.
Post by: Telgin on February 24, 2012, 11:46:30 am
And those are all good suggestions. I've been expanding the housing by floors and I'm currently on the third floor of the main housing area. The other buildings will probably be getting second floors soon too, and I've still got to finish the keep (Virtue and Harvest Moon's eventual home when they become baron and baroness).
A pony bath and new well are also good ideas and things that I'd planned on adding sooner or later. I'm not very experienced with moving water or using mechanics in the game, so I've been putting off making something like a waterfall, but I think eventually that's what I'll end up doing. Tapping the moat for a new bigger well is also in order.
I also came to the realization that I haven't been living up to the mining colony thing too well. I planned on exporting iron and steel when I became a barony, to sort of give the colony some start up time. That's taking a while though, so I may start next time the liaison shows up.
Also glad you like the pictures. I just wish I had more time to make them, or work on this fort in general. I also agree that the updates could use more screen caps, but it's tough to decide what's worth posting. I don't use Dwarf Therapist, so no screens from that. :) I think a stocks screen shot might be helpful though.
Falcata is definitely getting an armor upgrade of some sort. I like the idea of a terminator armored pony but I suppose I'll settle for three layers of mail shirts and tons of leather cloaks draped on her. And possibly having her hang back a bit before any fighting starts. She's one of my best soldiers, I don't want her dead, heh.
And yes, Glitterglen has an amazingly large number of posts. If you tried to get into it now, you'd be completely lost.
Oh, and vkiNm, I'll try and take a look at the available pegasus mares again when I get a chance. Currently spending most of my free time studying for my Ph.D qualifying exam, so I won't be spending much time on Dawnpick until next week. :(
Post by: Omicega on February 24, 2012, 01:04:43 pm
Post by: vkiNm on February 24, 2012, 03:29:16 pm
Oh, and vkiNm, I'll try and take a look at the available pegasus mares again when I get a chance. Currently spending most of my free time studying for my Ph.D qualifying exam, so I won't be spending much time on Dawnpick until next week. :(
no problem, RL first yes? ;) we want you to enjoy this just as much as we want to enjoy it :)
Post by: bukitodinos on February 24, 2012, 04:25:33 pm
people i need material!)
Post by: Khenal on February 24, 2012, 05:09:41 pm
I sit in the dining hall, scribbling various mechanical designs and slowly covering the table in loose paper.
Post by: jaxler on February 24, 2012, 05:35:47 pm
Jaxler woke up in his bed after a night of drinking. He got out and grabbed his crossbow when he remembered that the armed forces had the next couple days off. he was a bit disappointed to realize that he could have slept another four hours but decided not to get back in bed and walked out his door. when he got outside he was completely surprised to realize that the sun didn't burn and that the birds chirping didn't make his head ache. With this in mind, he started to think of ways to waste the day when he realized that he never really checked on Falcata. so he walked over to the meeting hall hoping to find her. when he saw her in the building he walked over. "hay Falcata"
Post by: KingStrongbeard on February 24, 2012, 05:38:26 pm
Glaive's Journal
Sitting outside the Hospital as I write this. The captain says it's important to debrief asap after a battle, while the details are still fresh. We where preparing the trap for the monster's from the depths, but when our miner took out the last bit of the wall. We were caught by surprise, apparently his digging had attracted the attention of the monsters and they broke through before it was clear. Falcata rushed into the fray to protect them. The rest of us tried to follow, but we aren't as fast as her. She struck one of the titans a good couple of times, but it's exoskeleton protected it well. Then it grabbed Falcata by the throat, and began to try and crush it. She tried to fight it, but I think she blacked out from lack of air. When I saw what it was doing to her, I lost control. I don't remember the details of the fight after that. All I could see was red. When I regained my sanity, I was standing over the remains of one of the beasts while the rest of the army where near the other, I saw Falcata injured there on the ground, and I helped get her to the hospital. One of her hooves is mangled, and her neck is visibly cut, though the external bleeding is minor. I wanted to stay with her, but Pancea insisted I give her some room to work.
I can't believe that I gave in to my anger like that though. That hasn't happened since Balisong died. I thought I'd learned to control myself better than that by now. Father and Grandfather always taught me, "Don't get angry. Getting angry will get you dead." I guess I got lucky this time.
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One day sometime after Falcata has been released from the hospital, and life has returned to some semblance of normality for our bearded unicorn, Glaive stands in the dinning hall, a mug of ale floating next to him. He looks out but doesn't see Falcata, 'I guess she's training, or on patrol, oh well,' he thinks to himself. He spies a nearly empty table, with an earthpony working over some papers. 'He's the furnace operator right? What's his name again?'
Glaive take a seat at the same table as the earthpony. "Good afternoon." he says as he takes his seat.
Post by: Khenal on February 24, 2012, 05:47:12 pm
I start when I hear the new voice, and start again when I realize it's that militia pony with the impressive facial hair who's talking to me.
"Oh! Um, hello? Uh, it's a good afternoon, I guess?"
Post by: KingStrongbeard on February 24, 2012, 05:51:57 pm
"Sorry to interrupt your work, I didn't mean to startle you." Glaive takes a sip from his mug. "My name is Glaive by the way. What's yours?"
Post by: Khenal on February 24, 2012, 05:56:04 pm
"Um, Flux."
'Glaive, why does that sound familiar?'
My eyes widen when I realize where I had heard that name before.
"Wait, Glaive?! You killed one of those huge things underground!"
Post by: Omicega on February 24, 2012, 05:57:24 pm
Post by: KingStrongbeard on February 24, 2012, 06:05:23 pm
"ah, yeah, I guess I did. I didn't know that it was common knowledge. It was mostly luck though. Well luck and this good steel."
He clanks his steel boot on his right foreleg against his peytrel.
"You work in the smelters don't you? The militia couldn't have won that fight without the steel you make."
Post by: jaxler on February 24, 2012, 06:06:48 pm
Jaxler thought for a second. He was actually doing a lot better today than normal.
"I'm doing fine. How are you?"
Post by: Khenal on February 24, 2012, 06:11:31 pm
"Um, thanks, but I only make the steel, I don't make the armor or the weapons. It's you militia ponies that keep everypony safe. Um, thanks for, you know, protecting everypony."
Post by: Omicega on February 24, 2012, 06:18:45 pm
Post by: KingStrongbeard on February 24, 2012, 06:23:47 pm
"Nonsense. Does the cook get all the credit for keeping us fed? No. It takes all sorts to do that. Farmers, millers, bakers, and brewers. Protecting the town is the same. I would be next to useless without this axe or this armor. The smiths couldn't forge them without your steel, and you couldn't make steel without the miner's work, and all of us would be dead if not for the farmers. All ponies rely on each other. So I should thank you. So, uh, what are you working on?"
Post by: Khenal on February 24, 2012, 06:28:02 pm
I turn slightly and frown at the undeserved praise, then look back quickly when he asks about my designs.
"Oh! Um, I'm working on, uh, some more traps. After the, er, thing with those beasts underground, I thought I should try to come up with something. You know, um, multiple lines of, uh, defense?"
Post by: TALLPANZER on February 24, 2012, 06:31:42 pm
Stiletto trots into the dinning hall with a wooden bin on her back full of scrolls and mechanisms on her back.
"Flux are you here?"
Post by: jaxler on February 24, 2012, 06:40:49 pm
"ya, I guess panacea really does deserve some praise for what she does for everypony." Right as Jaxler finishes replying he sees stiletto enter the room, putting an end to his good mood.
Post by: KingStrongbeard on February 24, 2012, 06:44:18 pm
"You design traps? Did you design those ones at the gate? I've seen what they do to Badger ponies, a few more of them would be very useful. But if you're going to try and make something for those cavern monsters, you're going to need something bigger I think."
Post by: Khenal on February 24, 2012, 06:46:37 pm
"Um, ya. Oh, there's Stiletto! Stiletto!"
I sit up and wave a hoof, trying to gain her attention.
Post by: JaxtalMK2 on February 24, 2012, 06:49:06 pm
I walk in beside Stiletto, another bin on my back, practically overflowing.
Post by: Omicega on February 24, 2012, 06:53:47 pm
Post by: TALLPANZER on February 24, 2012, 06:58:18 pm
"Quickly Glyph this way."
half gallops over to Flux with a manic look in her eyes
"I have been working on some machines that I remembered from my home land, I wanted you to look over them so you can present them to Ms. Virtue. Oh hello Glaive, have you heard if we will be back at duty soon?"
Post by: JaxtalMK2 on February 24, 2012, 07:02:00 pm
"Hey Flux, I didn't know Stiletto had all these plans... and mechanisms..." I shift the bin I'm carrying, trying to make it more comfortable.
Post by: Khenal on February 24, 2012, 07:06:42 pm
'She looks a little... unhinged?'
"Um, hey Glyph. Uh, are you alright, Stiletto?"
Post by: jaxler on February 24, 2012, 07:07:14 pm
Jaxler was caught off guard by the question. he wondered if everpony in the fort knew that he hated alicorns. "I'd prefer to keep my reasons for hating alicorns to myself, but if it makes you feel the slightest bit better, I don't hate them out of envy."
Post by: KingStrongbeard on February 24, 2012, 07:12:28 pm
"Hello Stilleto, Glyph. No, I don't know how much time off we are being given. It's nice to be able to relax, but we can't have our guard down for long." Glaive reaches for his drink, and helps himself to gulp of ale.
Post by: TALLPANZER on February 24, 2012, 07:15:57 pm
"I have had to much of this 'Time off' I need to work to achieve excellence. Glyph has been helping me train, but I needed to something to help the ponies of Dawnpick."
several scrolls float from the bin and place themselves on the table
"I have some more in Glyphs' bin. Once again I thank you Glyph for being such a help to me these past few days."
Post by: JaxtalMK2 on February 24, 2012, 07:17:07 pm
"It's no problem Stiletto... are you sure you're okay? You seem... stressed."
Post by: KingStrongbeard on February 24, 2012, 07:20:11 pm
"What are all these?" asks Glaive as he continues to sip at his drink while Stiletto floats the scrolls onto the table.
Post by: Omicega on February 24, 2012, 07:23:10 pm
Post by: Khenal on February 24, 2012, 07:23:39 pm
I glance over the designs Stiletto has presented, which range form the simple and useful (like the cistern design), to the pretty dangerous (Magma fall in the dining hall to keep it warm in winter?).
"Um, Stiletto also knows a fair bit about mechanics, Glaive. We, uh, work together on a lot of things."
Post by: TALLPANZER on February 24, 2012, 07:28:44 pm
"I started with a design to make a cistern for the well that has a water wheel for cleaning it. Then I just kept drawing, for eight hours strait."
looks back to Glyph
"I just have a lot of energy, and you have been very helpful with that."
now she shifts to Flux
"Do you think the dodge course for the training area is viable?"
Post by: KingStrongbeard on February 24, 2012, 07:32:13 pm
Glaive looks over one of the scrolls, it's a design for a rather complex trap involving magma and water. "Wunderschön. Did you design all these from scratch Stiletto, or are things like this common in your homeland."
Post by: jaxler on February 24, 2012, 07:34:13 pm
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he looked over and saw Glaive, flux, stiletto, and glyph. there was a bit of commotion going on and it did seem to be worth checking out.
"Sure, but you might wan't to be prepared if I start flinging punches."
Post by: Khenal on February 24, 2012, 07:41:36 pm
'Dodge training area? Hmm, I don't get it. Can't they just stay off the parts where the training spear comes up?'
"Maybe, Stiletto. It seems like it'd be easy to just stay off the parts with the spears in the first place. Maybe use swinging bags instead?"
When I look up from the plans to get her opinion, I notice how many ponies are gathered and try to shrink into my seat to avoid notice.
Post by: Omicega on February 24, 2012, 07:44:13 pm
Post by: Khenal on February 24, 2012, 07:48:30 pm
"We'retalkingaboutsomedesignsformechanicalthings..."
Post by: TALLPANZER on February 24, 2012, 07:50:41 pm
Stilettos' eyes light up
"You really think they are wunderschön! Thank you Glaive. I did rewrite most of them from design I did with others from the academy of science."
Then she see Flux retreating and Jaxler advancing with Falcata, really? two ponies that she would swear want nothing to do with her.
"These are some of my designs for machines I hope will help Dawnpick."
Stiletto opens her wings giving Flux and Glyph both a nice place to settle in.
Post by: JaxtalMK2 on February 24, 2012, 07:53:09 pm
I move under one of Stiletto's wings, cuddling against her. "I don't know much about machines, but I'll bet those are good."
Post by: KingStrongbeard on February 24, 2012, 07:53:29 pm
((semi-ninja'd posting anyway.))
"Oh, hello Falcata, I didn't see you come in. Anyway, Stiletto here was just showing us some machines she designed, traps and the like mostly. Though this one here, is supposed to be a training device." Glaive gestures to the design. "Now Stiletto, I know nothing of engineering so take this with a bucket of salt, but have you figured a way to randomize the timing in your dodge training machine? Because if not I fear that you won't be training the recruits how to dodge, but just how to memorize a pattern."
Post by: Dsarker on February 24, 2012, 07:56:50 pm
One day I was on my way to the dining hall. Boo on my head, telling me all about his home back in space with all the other giant space hamsters, who weren't miniature.
When all of a sudden I see Stiletto and the others are over in a group, along with those two ponies who haven't met Boo yet.
Boo tells me that I should go over and say hi, so I do. "Hello everypony."
Post by: Omicega on February 24, 2012, 08:03:30 pm
Post by: Khenal on February 24, 2012, 08:04:34 pm
I quickly and quietly take the refuge that Stiletto offers with her wing, trying my best to disappear under it.
Post by: Dsarker on February 24, 2012, 08:05:36 pm
"Falcata! You haven't met Boo yet, have you?"
Post by: TALLPANZER on February 24, 2012, 08:09:45 pm
folds her wing over Glyphs' withers and does her best to cover Flux and comfort them both
"Ah, the random element comes from the duel switch controls, both operators are behind a blinding wall so they do not match movements, but the recruits can see so they can work on timing as well."
Stiletto now sees Arbalast approaching
"Hello, you are looking well this day."
Stiletto looked to Falcata now with her huge eyes almost overshadowing the smile on her face
"Was there any machine that you would like to talk about. Besides the dodge course I mean. The shower is very interesting I think."
Post by: Omicega on February 24, 2012, 08:14:14 pm
Post by: TALLPANZER on February 24, 2012, 08:18:53 pm
"Oh that is a good Idea Falcata, we can use the Dinning hall heater to heat the water for the shower!"
Stiletto picks up a quill with her magic and begins furiously writing some notes in the margins
Post by: jaxler on February 24, 2012, 08:20:57 pm
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Jaxler sat down and placed his crossbow in front of him. He saw the blueprints for the machines. they were strange, very strange. he started to scan them for the slightest problem or error but he couldn't find anything wrong with it. In fact the more he analyzed it the more he realized they were more peaces of art than blueprints, but his trance was finally broken when he noticed a major problem. "what happens if a foal or pet walks into the training room by accident?"
Post by: TALLPANZER on February 24, 2012, 08:30:18 pm
"That's a good point Jaxler, I know, I can use the water supply for shower to make a small moat around the training area."
Stiletto ups the pace of her writing the pen moving even more frantically.
Post by: Dsarker on February 24, 2012, 08:49:41 pm
I lift up Boo with my magic so that Falcata can see.
"Here he is! He says he likes you."
Post by: Omicega on February 24, 2012, 09:03:12 pm
Post by: Dsarker on February 24, 2012, 09:11:50 pm
"Oh, he's a miniature giant space hamster. He can understand you. Isn't that right, Boo?" *SQUEAK!*
Post by: Omicega on February 24, 2012, 09:21:25 pm
Post by: Maklak on February 25, 2012, 05:13:53 am
Those designs are very ambitious. Personally I'd settle for a well with clean water, trash compactor, more traps at the gate and at the entrance to the caverns. After that a 4-pump cyclic mist generator / shower (just put social zones where the water jumps, and ponies will also train
Danger room is quite a liability, just as Jaxler said. I used some pet-impassable doors with mine, and 10+ animals were still killed. Kids are even worse, and since this fort is about being nice and protecting pony life, that danger room will have to be dismantled after the first accident, and Stiletto will have a guilt trip from proposing it. Jaxler would be even more pissed off at that alicorn for killing ponies. It can only get uglier from there.
If I were to discourage You from it in ponysona, I'd make a speech about being from a fort where something like that was tested, and eventually abandoned:
"Oh, it was very effective and a week in that room did more to the soldiers than a month of sparring ad demonstrations, but it proved just too dangerous. Soldiers needed very thick layers of armour and cloth just to prevent injuries. This made them tire quickly, and some even passed out from exhaustion while poked by the spears. But that's not all of it. Cats and other animals occasionally sneaked in there despite our efforts to keep them out, and were injured or killed. Once a civilian went inside to take out a dead cat, but got stabbed, and ended up in the hospital. Despite all this, our leader decided to continue using that room, because we were at war and needed trained soldiers badly. Eventually the inevitable happened, and a tragedy struck. A foal went into that room in spite of all the warnings, and her head was impaled on a spear. It was little consolation, that her death was instant. After that the spears were finally dismantled, mechanisms used for other purposes, and the room closed for good. Some things are just not worth the price. Are you sure you want to risk this, if the whole point is to protect pony life?"
Magma waterfall just screams magma mist and disaster, and it would require a really big pump stack, and patching up that pump stack through the caverns. It also means using large amounts of green glass for magma pumps (unless you want to be stupid like me, and waste iron for corkscrews and nickel for pipe sections). So far I completed a 20 or so pump mist generator powered by 3 water reactors, and a wall around a 4x4 embark with 8 dodge-me traps, but was unable to get magma to the surface before FPS death. Magma could also mean magma smelters, furnaces and forges, but I like the added challenge of not using them in this fort. It is also somewhat um.. anti-thematic (?) for ponies to have magma technology. Magma and underground fortresses and overly complex mechanical contraptions are more fitting for Dwarves than ponies. Just saying.
A lecture by Flux about steel carbon content (the more carbon, the more elastic and less brittle the steel is), and how charcoal is better than coke for making steel (because coal contains some sulphur, and sulphur makes steel brittle), would be nice. Maybe when you'll teach Granite about smelting or Stiletto visits you again in the smelter. Tough I'd rather start with something simpler, like smelting copper. There is no reason not to make a pony fort thread educational :P
If I wanted to be malicious I could probably come up with something about hamsters, vermin and cats.
Post by: TALLPANZER on February 25, 2012, 03:22:11 pm
Post by: KingStrongbeard on February 25, 2012, 03:43:04 pm
Glaive continues to ponder over the plans, trying to ignore the strange blue unicorn. Arbalest hadn't even responded the last time he tried to talk to him, and he knew from Falcata that he had...issues.
"You know Stiletto, as much as a training course could help, we already have a decent sized militia, all with steel plate and weapons. Most with combat experience. I think it would be best to focus on the comforts of our civilians first. And I think that shower would be the best place to start. If we run the water by the kitchen's fire we might even be able to have hot water during the day when the cooks are working, and we can tap the moat for the source. Maybe an underground tunnel to the moat, with a grate, or narrow area, to keep out anything we don't want to come inside. Then we just need to figure out where to drain the water to, without causing a big muddy mess, or at least not one inside the walls."
Post by: TALLPANZER on February 25, 2012, 04:12:34 pm
"Those beasts still haunt us, had I been faster..."
Stiletto puts her quill down and closes her eyes
"I finish my redesign. It takes more material but much safer."
Her pen points out the safety features of retractable bridges and door double lock systems.
"We should still use a pump cleaned well for the hospital. Drops infection probability by a wide degree."
Post by: Khenal on February 25, 2012, 08:17:13 pm
I peek my muzzle out from under Stiletto's wing to add my two bits.
"Put a few grates in the pipe to the moat. Fish in well would not be ideal."
The ponies talked for a while about various things to add to Dawnpick, and pointing out problems and solutions to each suggestion. Designs were proposed, dissected, improved, shown to be impractical, improved again and so on. Some friendships were strengthened, and more were perhaps fostered in the frank exchange and discussion of ideas for how to simply improve the quality of life for all of Dawnpick.
((End Scene))
Post by: jaxler on February 25, 2012, 10:21:35 pm
Jaxler woke up. He got up and looked around. he noticed it was dark and the only source of light was from a torch. he had woken up in the mines, again and had no memory of last night, again. He decided to walk around and found his crossbow a few feat away from him. he picked it up and scanned it for damage and sighed when he found it to be in unharmed. so he continued to walk around trying to figure his way out through the endless mazes of tunnels. After what seemed to be an eternity of wondering he saw a pony off in the distance. As he got closer he started to realize who it was. "hay flux"
Post by: Khenal on February 25, 2012, 10:24:52 pm
'So this is where it begins...'
I gently run a hoof over the mine wall, tracing what I'm pretty sure is a bit of iron. I jump when I hear a voice behind me, surprised to find it's Jaxler.
"Oh, Jaxler! Um, hello. Why... are you in the mines?"
Post by: jaxler on February 25, 2012, 10:26:58 pm
"To be honest, I ain't got the slightest clue"
Post by: Khenal on February 25, 2012, 10:29:29 pm
I tilt my head, confused.
"You... don't know?"
Post by: jaxler on February 25, 2012, 10:33:02 pm
"Uh yeah, what's so strange about me not knowing why I'm down here?"
Post by: Khenal on February 25, 2012, 10:40:25 pm
'...What? He might as well ask why he's supposed to breathe..."
I decide to try to change the subject instead of answer.
"Uh, do you, um, come to the mines often? I've never been here before."
Post by: jaxler on February 25, 2012, 10:51:34 pm
"Well I've been down here twice but I really don't know how to navigate this place"
Post by: Khenal on February 25, 2012, 10:54:43 pm
"Um, do you go to the caves?"
Post by: jaxler on February 25, 2012, 10:57:12 pm
"I really haven't made any sort of effort to go down into the caves, so no."
Post by: Khenal on February 25, 2012, 11:05:01 pm
"Um, do you want to? After seeing the mines, I'd kinda like to look at the caverns too. But, um, I don't know if they're safe. Uh, especially after, um..."
Post by: jaxler on February 25, 2012, 11:08:13 pm
"sure, I guess and if any monsters come out ya got me as backup"
Post by: Khenal on February 25, 2012, 11:23:42 pm
I smile in relief when Jaxler agrees to go with me.
"Thank you, Jaxler! Um, lets go, then?"
I prance a bit as I head back up the stairs to the cavern entrance, happy to be able to explore the caverns for more ore to smelt. The caverns are nothing like I expected at all! I thought they'd be like the mines: dark and bare stone. But they are lively! Large fungi and moss cover almost every surface, lighting them with soft bio-luminescence, and small critters scurry about.
"Oh wow! I thought this place would be barren, or hellish, but it's actually really nice!"
I settle down as I remember what else tends to live in this place, and quickly look at the various walls to see what ores are around, trusting Jaxler to be able to handle anything that might show up.
Post by: jaxler on February 25, 2012, 11:46:13 pm
Jaxler was awestruck by the beauty of the underground. The blueish glow of the earth and the multicolored trees, it was simply amazing. The landscape was also just astonishing, there where columns ringed with rainbows of crystals and endless expanses of color as far as the eye could see. It was simply awe inspiring.
"damn this place looks neat"
Post by: Khenal on February 25, 2012, 11:56:59 pm
I absentlmindedly nod in response, absorbed in trying to identify the metals in the walls.
'Hmm, that looks like gold, not just iron pyrite...'
My musings are interrupted by several high pitched screeches, as well as the sounds of heavy steps.
"Uh-oh..."
Post by: jaxler on February 26, 2012, 12:19:54 am
"BOOM, BOOM"
Jaxler's eyes widen, Jaxler had heard stories of the twisted abominations that resided in these lands, and he had been foalish enough to step hoof in a place that he didn't belong. He now set eye's upon what appeared to be 16 feet tall ogre, but this one was twisted and corrupted from eternities spent away from the sun. The very ground thundered with every step and body bulged with pure muscle. The creature spotted them and there was no doubt what would happen next. Jaxler put a bolt in his crossbow and pointed it at the monstrosity.
"flux... get the buck out of here"
Jaxler fired a bolt hitting the Ogre, the sound of crossbow reverberated through the caves making a sickening echo followed by silence, and then the most horrifying sound one could imagine sang through the caves. "SQUAWK SQUAWK" followed by "ARGGGGGGG". Giant cave swallows had just joined the fight, an entire flock had come and now an angry ogre with a bolt in his shoulder was charging the two ponies. There was no chance of escape, they would haft to fight there way out of this.
"flux, I have a quiver hidden under my left wing, grab a bolt and use it as a makeshift knife."
Post by: Khenal on February 26, 2012, 12:37:26 am
Shaking with raw terror, I get behind Jaxler and cover my face with my hooves. When he tells me to grab a bolt, I nearly faint, but manage to keep it together enough to at least follow his instructions to grab a bolt.
"Wh-Wh-What n-n-now?"
Post by: jaxler on February 26, 2012, 12:52:54 am
"good, now I expect you to run the moment I have all these monsters attacking me, and don't you DARE try to help at that point, only use that bolt if your getting followed. REMEMBER RUN the moment I've pulled these, I expect you to sit here until I've done that."
And with that Jaxler flew into the sky and started to fire his bolts. He rained down hell fire until his store of bolts ran out. only 2 of the seven birds fell and the ogre on the other hand, it had 5 bolts in it and still stood tall, it didn't even flinch it even laughed at the feeble effort. At this point he was surrounded by birds and the ogre could care less about flux. So, Jaxler gave the command "RUN!" as his words rang out the orange stallion ran but one of the birds flew after him. Jaxler would have reacted but as finished yelling he felt a gush of wind fly past him, the ogre had thrown a half ton of stone and missed... barely.
Post by: Khenal on February 26, 2012, 01:06:22 am
I hesitate a moment before bolting when Jaxler tells me to run.
'But...! No, he's a fighter, he knows what he's doing, so run!'
I take to my hooves as fast as I can, but I can't seem to out run the colossal bird thing coming after me. As the entrance comes back into view, I feel my hooves leave the ground as talons grip my sides. The monsterous beak comes down to slice my withers, and I scream in pain. Twisting around, I jam the bolt into the base of the wing, bringing me and the monster tumbling to the ground. I pop free in the crash and manage to continue my dash for the surface and somepony who could help Jaxler, fighting the pain the entire time.
"Somepony! Anypony! Help! Jaxler is in the caverns and needs help!!"
Post by: jaxler on February 26, 2012, 01:29:03 am
"all you can do is kill me"
Jaxler knew at this had become more or less a suicide mission. So, Jaxler charged the closest swallow and bashed it head with his crossbow, if the brain damage didn't kill it the fall surely did considering that when it hit the ground it made a splat. But as he moved in for a second attack he felt a sharp pain in his back leg. A cave swallow had flew from behind and cut his leg, badly. He flung his crossbow around and hit it's head, killing it on impact. Jaxler still was bleeding, the swallow had cut a vein. He was having a hard time flying straight, and just as things were looking grim a boulder flew through the air clipping his wing. He fell around 25 feet and broke his front legs upon impact and his crossbow fell around 5 feet to his left. He was in unimaginable pain but still managed to to force himself up on all fours when the ogre walked up. It cocked back his huge hand and flung him ten feet into the wall. He was now sitting in a pool of his own blood with a gargantuan monster laughing as it thought of ways to mangle it's prey.
"buck... off"
Post by: TALLPANZER on February 26, 2012, 01:54:14 am
"Flux? Jaxler? The caves!"
Stiletto charged out from behind the balista and swings around to see the cave swallow Flux had struck to the ground. her charge didn't slow, and in an instant her hoof was covered in feathers and blood, the cave swallow was pulverized. With mad speed she pushed into the cavern where Jaxler was fighting.
'keine Zeit!'
Her axe flew from her mouth guided by her magic struck the cave ogre in the chest and lodged itself deep into the sternum. Stiletto grab her shield as it fell to the ground. With her wings spread wide, Stiletto flew over Jaxler and smash a cave sparrow in the head, bashing the bone into the brain. The sparrows were surprised by the ferocity of her attack. Her neck twisted around smacked another bird to the left sending it flying into a wall. Finally her shield came down pinning a third cave sparrow to the ground. She let go of her shield.
"Jaxler! run!"
Post by: jaxler on February 26, 2012, 02:09:58 am
"I can't *cough cough*" Jaxler felt blood trickle out of his mouth, but he still tired in vein to lift himself of the ground, but the moment he tried to lift himself he only coughed up more blood. the pain he was in was unfathomable, too much even.
"Let... me... die..."
Post by: TALLPANZER on February 26, 2012, 02:36:46 am
"Not even if you where the one I hated most in this world!"
Stiletto leaps over to the cave Ogre and bucked him the pelvis, shattering the bone. Her magic ripped the axe from its' place in the Ogres' chest, tearing flesh as it came free from the wound. It spun through the air and sliced deep into its' guts. The Ogre vomited on Stiletto as its' intestines fell to the cavern floor. Stiletto grabbed her axe with her mouth and with final swing sent the beasts' head sailing off in an arc.
"You are not allowed to die here! Jaxler you hear me!"
Her magic lifted the injured Pegasus and placed him on her wide back. With careful concentration on her magic, Stiletto held Jaxler stable on her back as she flew to the hospital at full clip. She almost knocked the door off its' hinges.
"Panacea! Wounded!"
Post by: jaxler on February 26, 2012, 02:47:48 am
"you don't give me ord..." Jaxler's consciousness left him, the only thing he felt now was weightlessness.
Post by: Telgin on February 26, 2012, 02:58:41 am
Panacea looks up from Flux, who she was tending to up to that moment. His wounds weren't that bad, but he'd need a few stitches. The new arrivals were a different matter. "Stiletto? What...?"
She sees the bloody mess hanging off her back and her jaw drops. "Get him onto one of the beds." She trots off to one of the chests and begins rummaging for materials. "And somepony go find Wool. I could use his help right now..."
Post by: Khenal on February 26, 2012, 03:14:31 am
I try to lay still on the cot, hoping to not reopen any of my wounds.
'Ooowww, why did nopony tell me being injured hurt so much?'
Post by: TALLPANZER on February 26, 2012, 03:31:45 am
Stiletto places Jaxler down on the closest bed and then moves over to Flux
"You can help him? please tell me a was not to slow this time."
Post by: Telgin on February 26, 2012, 03:42:40 am
She looks at the badly wounded pony before her and fights to keep her face straight. He was in very bad shape. She didn't honestly know if he would live. "Let me check him..."
The blood collecting in the corners of his mouth was a very bad sign. He might have a punctured lung, or maybe if they were lucky a cut in his mouth. She wasn't holding her breath. Two broken legs, and a very bad cut on his leg. At least it wasn't his femoral artery. If it was he'd be dead already. His wing looked broken too, and he had enough small cuts and contusions to last a lifetime.
She silently steps back, frowns slightly and grabs her supplies before setting to work. First things first... control the bleeding. She needed Wool for the internal bleeding, if there was any. She wasn't much of a surgeon and she'd probably kill him trying to fix it the old fashioned way.
Post by: jaxler on February 26, 2012, 04:24:45 am
Jaxler was waking, and had a horrible ringing in his ears. His stomach felt uneasy and his body still felt broken. He was on what appeared to be a cold stone table in a pool of blood surrounded by horrible looking instruments of evisceration. He tried to resist but was strapped down and couldn't move an inch. He moved his eye's up and saw a figure but couldn't make it out due to a bright light burning his face. As a scalpel got withing an inch of his chest he finally became lucid enough to speak.
"Shit... I always knew I'd end up in hell."
Post by: Telgin on February 26, 2012, 04:37:28 am
Panacea halts as Jaxler begins to wake. Not good... "Wool, he's waking up, could you help?" The unicorn steps over and does what is needed: cast a sleeping spell on the badly wounded pegasus. "Thank you."
As Jaxler drifts back to unconsciousness, she carefully sets to work with Wool's help. He was still a bit fresh as a doctor, but as a unicorn he was invaluable. She knew that medical spellbook would come in handy. With his help the bleeding had been all but halted, and she was able to work on his torn lung with relative safety. She slowly pieces the shattered ribs back together as best her meager surgical skills allow.
After nearly two hours of painstaking work, Jaxler has been sewn up and sutured everwhere needed. He was in bad shape, but would recover with a little luck.
Post by: Khenal on February 26, 2012, 06:04:45 am
The next day, I lay under a nice shade tree with Stiletto, snuggled up to her side with a wing over me. Panacea had given me a few stitches over my withers for that cut, and a few bandages around my middle for the rest. Stiletto has her muzzle in my mane, careful to not touch my wound as she enjoys herself.
Post by: vkiNm on February 26, 2012, 06:16:01 am
As Flux and Stiletto enjoyed their comfortable moments together under the tree, a Mare approaches them. She's amongst one of the citizens of Dawnpick no doubt, one of the faces in the backgrounds. a Pegasi Mare with white coat, Black mane and Red eyes. She paused Half-way to them and gave herself another thought, they both seems so peaceful and happy, almost too peaceful for her to bare disturbing them. But an opportunity like this probably won't present itself again anytime soon.. She continued approaching.. "Hello there!" she called out to them once she's close enough, not wanting to startled them while being TOO close. Who knows what'll happen if they're jumpy. she wouldn't want to have an axe lodged in her skull anytime soon.
Post by: TALLPANZER on February 26, 2012, 06:25:42 am
Stiletto lifts her head and looks at pony approaching her and Flux
"Hello to you to. Is there something you would like?"
Post by: Khenal on February 26, 2012, 06:27:43 am
I open my eyes to see who's talking, and momentarily think it's Falcata.
"Oh! Um, hello?"
Post by: vkiNm on February 26, 2012, 06:33:45 am
The Mare stood there for a moment longer, feeling dumb already. She Opened her mouth with a hoof up as if to say something, then shut it along with a hoof down... Then up again, then down. At this moment she's mentally kicking herself to say something already while biting her lower lips to think up something. "um.. how are you?" she finally said. It was more awkward than supposed to, and her facial expression was of 'damnit.. what a stupid way to start' although she tried her best to hide it.
Post by: TALLPANZER on February 26, 2012, 06:58:29 am
"I am very well today."
Nuzzles Fluxs' mane
"Any day with mien freundlichste Liebe is a great day."
Post by: vkiNm on February 26, 2012, 07:06:27 am
the intruding mare nodded, still seems uneasy. "um.. that's good. that's.. uh.. very good." she replied, pawing at the ground slightly with one of her front hooves, seeing them being all lovely and dovey still. Not that she mind. "i have a few.. uh.. questions that i want to ask.. can i sit here and talk? if that's okay.. it's alright if you're busy though i could.. return later." she said. Not out of fear, but uncertainty.
Post by: TALLPANZER on February 26, 2012, 07:48:36 am
"Please come, sit, talk, I have lots of free time these days off. What do you do here in Dawnpick, I do not know every pony in the community."
Post by: vkiNm on February 26, 2012, 07:56:50 am
The black maned Mare nodded from Stiletto's invitation, sitting down just in the shade on the grass but not too close to invade her personal space. "Thanks.. and.. well, i do many things.. really. Hurling things, helping with the buildings.. i helped building the walls and digging the moat aswell. and sometimes i help with the cookings.. planting the seeds in the field.. i do a lot of things." she said, nodding and looking rather proud for just a moment. but then shies down with a little embarrassed blush "but i'm not really.. great at any of them."
Post by: TALLPANZER on February 26, 2012, 08:06:00 am
"You need to find your passion. I hear ponies talk about their marks here so much and really they don't tell you who you are. You decide what type of pony you are. Find the place you excel, then you will know your passion."
Post by: vkiNm on February 26, 2012, 08:12:45 am
She nods again, looking more confident now. "well.. that's actually why i'm here now. I'm.. thinking of joining the Guards.." and with that, her Confidence sank like a rock back to where it were again. "um.. that's alright.. right? i mean.. we don't really have enough ponies to keep us safe.. right? NOTthatidon'tthinkthatyouall*gasp for air*couldn't or anything.. just.. an extra pair of hooves might help. right?... well.." she bonk herself in the head a little, embarrassed "sorry.. i just want to talk to somepony about it first."
Post by: TALLPANZER on February 26, 2012, 08:29:12 am
"Joining the guard is a big job, they get injured often. though, I was planing to ask Ms Virtue to expand the militia to include a caverns squad. What weapon do you like to use?"
Post by: vkiNm on February 26, 2012, 08:36:08 am
she gives it a thought for a moment. "well.. i havn't touched a real 'weapon' before really.. just kitchen knives, plows, shovels and pickaxes.. but i don't mind whatever's shoved into my hooves really.. crossbows, knives, axes, swords, anything. I'll learn. And, I've got tired of seeing other ponies getting hurt. And not being able to help. I don't mind getting hurt, as this is the life i choose. I didn't sign up for an outpost in the middle of dangerous no where just to be safe and die out of old age you know?" She replied, trying to sounds tough and sure. Which she fails to.
Post by: Maklak on February 26, 2012, 08:56:29 am
Strong preferences: Having some friends and passing aquaintances, but not lover / spouse / wife,
above average intellect,
social skills being somewhat impaired (To the point of being awkward in social situations, not idiot savant).
Preferences: male Unicorn,
some skill in mechanics, architecture, record keeping, masonry, crafting, military, metallurgy (not necessarily all at once)
Weak preferences: likes cats.
I'd like a picture, screen of in-game description, list of friends, and notable skills.
Wow, that's a long list of unclaimed ponies.
Maybe check these first: Kiln, Marbles, Cross Stitch, Indigo, Carmine.
I don't want a foal, I want somepony older, preferably one who could claim to have experience from other towns. I want to be able to make plausible suggestions and lectures about various subjects. Much in line with my previous comments in this thread and in the chat.
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Alternatively: violently insane pony with worst traits of Jaxler and Priest. I'd definitely want "low empathy" and "dislikes helping others" for this one. Sample quotes (based on stuff from DF adventure mode):
"You should consider deformity, Stiletto. Praise death."
"Why, I came to this fort for the killing. Bigger outposts are so peaceful, and boring. I like it in the frontier."
"I just joined the militia, and you are my commander. Lead me to glory and death."
"In the end death claims us all, but there is no rush. Death needs time for what it kills to grow."
"I never feel so alive, as when I kill an intelligent creature. It is so invigorating and calming at the same time. I find the simple fact that I'm alive, and my enemy is not, very inspiring."
"Have you ever gazed into the eyes of a dying pony? The surprise and fear give way to calm. And before the eyes become opaque you can see in them the glimpse of the beyond. Death is gentle. Praise death."
Insane Twilight and smiling Molestia would be a great inspiration for the picture.
Yeah, on second thought the first option is way more fitting to this fort.
Post by: Telgin on February 26, 2012, 01:07:33 pm
vkiNm, here's the results of me checking through the ponies. These are all pegasus mares who aren't in relationships.
Ballista: Doesn't do anything terribly useful right now. Arbalest is a much better siege operator. She's tough, no other attributes to speak of. Has dabbling skills in a few combat skills.
Sushi: Doesn't do anything terribly useful right now. Quick to heal but weak. She was involved with Barley, but he's dead now and she'll never get with anypony else from what I understand. She's got some dabbling combat skills too.
Skillet: My best / only cook. She's flimsy and weak though, so probably not a good choice for military duty. No combat skills.
That's actually quite a short list. There are a few foals that might work, but it's going to be a few game years before they'll be able to do anything. I'd recommend either Ballista or Sushi. As I said before, you're free to rename them, and change their appearance however you see fit. You wanted the new pony in the guard, right? That'll mean a crossbow and leather armor. If you want an axe pony I can toss her in the militia instead, but more crossbows would be handy.
Post by: Khenal on February 26, 2012, 01:29:52 pm
I decide to put in my two bits, concerned about her maybe getting injured like me, or worse.
"Um, there's other ways to protect. I, um, I'm not a fighter, b-but I want to help too. So I, er, started learning mechanics so I could help."
Post by: vkiNm on February 26, 2012, 01:33:51 pm
vkiNm, here's the results of me checking through the ponies. These are all pegasus mares who aren't in relationships.
Ballista: Doesn't do anything terribly useful right now. Arbalest is a much better siege operator. She's tough, no other attributes to speak of. Has dabbling skills in a few combat skills.
Sushi: Doesn't do anything terribly useful right now. Quick to heal but weak. She was involved with Barley, but he's dead now and she'll never get with anypony else from what I understand. She's got some dabbling combat skills too.
Skillet: My best / only cook. She's flimsy and weak though, so probably not a good choice for military duty. No combat skills.
That's actually quite a short list. There are a few foals that might work, but it's going to be a few game years before they'll be able to do anything. I'd recommend either Ballista or Sushi. As I said before, you're free to rename them, and change their appearance however you see fit. You wanted the new pony in the guard, right? That'll mean a crossbow and leather armor. If you want an axe pony I can toss her in the militia instead, but more crossbows would be handy.
Alright, Thanks Telgin! I think Ballista will do nicely. and, yes. Crossbows and Leather's what i'm looking for.
Post by: vkiNm on February 26, 2012, 01:38:26 pm
the seated Pegasi mare turn her attention to Flux now, and, oddly enough, finds that it's much easier to speak to him than Stiletto for some unknown reason. "oh.. well, i did try helping in other ways.. like, hurling stuffs around, building the walls, houses, digging the moat, placing traps sometimes.. things like that.. but it's simply just.. not what i'm looking for, you know what i mean? it's not that they're wrong or anything.. it's just that.. instead of making something to stand inbetween other pony and danger.. i want ME to be the one right there standing inbetween other ponies and danger.. it just seems so.. easier to protect them that way."
Post by: Khenal on February 26, 2012, 02:05:12 pm
"Well... if you're sure it's what you want to do, I can't stop you. Um, what was your name again? Uh, I'm Flux, and this is Stiletto."
Post by: Maklak on February 26, 2012, 02:08:24 pm
As for masons, carpenters and mechanics, I set my workshops to only accept ponies with some skill, and the rest of them with that labour enabled just builds walls, traps, and whatever I need. That way I have high quality stuff, and a lot of workforce.
If he doesn't excel at anything useful right now, let him be a generalist. Military service would be OK too, as ponies with players seem to gravitate naturally towards being guards. I mean, it is Virtue's outpost, and while I have some personal preferences, I'll try to flow with whatever happens. Without fully-fledged cloth industry (which isn't going to happen, as this was supposed to be a mining camp) Indigo doesn't have much choice, but to do some odd jobs around the camp. Besides, a generalist peasant is fine with me, especially that he will become a jack of many trades in time. Oh, and wood creating / burning / smelting are surely in demand in a mining outpost. Same as guards.
He is skilled in Dyeing, so leave that on. We might get some dye and cloth from a caravan.
Above ground forts don't need engravers / stone smoothers, but You might as well enable Stone detailing.
Labours: Animal training / care / dissection, Butchery, Tanning, Soap making, Wood burning, Potash making, Lye making, Milling, Plant processing, Cheese making, Milking, Shearing, Spinning, Pressing, Fish cleaning, Fish dissection, Furnace operating, Woodcrafting (for making wood out of crops), Glazing, Pump operating, all kinds of hauling.
Also these, provided You filter out low skill levels in workshop settings: Carpentry, Masonry, Mechanics, Architect (if You don't have enough architects, or everypony is bad at it anyway), Gem cutting (same, I think You already have a gem cutter), Strand extraction (I don't think this fort is going to get funobtanium, and You may want professionals to extract strands anyway, it takes a very long time).
This is my suggestions, but of course adjust it to Your preferences. for example You might be inclined to keep Lye and soap making to Detergent.
Praise death (that was a joke.)
Post by: vkiNm on February 26, 2012, 02:15:48 pm
she nodded as Flux introduces himself and Stiletto.
"Nice to meet you Flux, and i'm sure everypony have heard of Stiletto already yes?" she gives them a nodding smile before introducing herself "You can Call me Kat."
Post by: Khenal on February 26, 2012, 02:22:52 pm
I smile and raise a hoof to shake.
"It's nice to meet you, Kat."
Post by: vkiNm on February 26, 2012, 02:33:22 pm
Kat Returns the smile and raise a hoof up to accept the shake.
"Likewise Flux, Likewise."
((End of Scene))
Post by: Dsarker on February 26, 2012, 07:36:34 pm
And there I was, having fun with the big catapult, when all of a sudden, Boo told me to go visit the hospital. His hamster senses were tingling.
So I got up, and headed off to the hospital.
Post by: jaxler on February 26, 2012, 07:53:28 pm
Jaxler was in a hospital bed covered in bandages and casts. He would be in horrible pain right now if it weren't for the massive amount of magic wool cast on him. The worst things about him being hospitalized was the fact that there was nothing to really do, and Panacea wouldn't give him any booze. The day was going by without event until now, for a blue unicorn was walking through the door.
"Hay Arbalest and boo."
Post by: Dsarker on February 26, 2012, 08:55:49 pm
And there was Jaxler. Hospitalised.
"Hello Jaxler. Boo says Hi too."
Post by: jaxler on February 26, 2012, 09:01:38 pm
"So... how you two been."
Post by: Dsarker on February 26, 2012, 09:07:45 pm
"We've been good. What happened to you?"
Post by: jaxler on February 26, 2012, 09:15:56 pm
"I about died after falling twenty feet and getting smacked around by a cave ogre."
Post by: Dsarker on February 26, 2012, 09:50:31 pm
"Well, at least you're alive still."
Post by: jaxler on February 26, 2012, 10:08:19 pm
"I guess so. Ya wanna hear something funny? Panacea won't let me have any booze. Instead ponies keep on bringing me muddy water."
Post by: Dsarker on February 26, 2012, 10:11:18 pm
*Squeak!* "I agree, Boo. Our new quest. We shall acquire you some booze!"
Post by: jaxler on February 26, 2012, 10:17:21 pm
"I have 3 barrels in my house, it's the strongest stuff in the entire fort."
Post by: Dsarker on February 26, 2012, 10:36:23 pm
"Then we shall bring it here!"
Post by: jaxler on February 26, 2012, 10:45:19 pm
"Okay then, I can't wait!"
Post by: Dsarker on February 27, 2012, 04:47:36 pm
"Boo and I go to our quest!"
And so we do!
Post by: Khenal on February 27, 2012, 07:20:15 pm
As I reach for the door to the hospital, it opens on it's own to reveal Arbalest leaving.
"Oh! Um, hey Arbalest. Is... Jaxler awake?"
Post by: Dsarker on February 27, 2012, 08:11:21 pm
"Yes, Flux. He is awake. I'm just going on a valiant quest to return to him that which he needs! ONWARDS, BOO!"
Me and Boo head down to Jaxler's room without another word.
Post by: TALLPANZER on February 27, 2012, 08:22:31 pm
"He is such a helpful one, is he not?"
Stiletto was standing next to Flux now. She was dressed in a pigtail vest, silk dress and a wide brimmed woven grass hat.
Post by: Khenal on February 28, 2012, 12:13:41 am
I simply look confused as Arbalest leaves, taking a few moments for my thoughts to get back on track. Once they do, I open the hospital door and hold it for Stiletto, then go to Jaxler's bed once she enters.
"Um... Jaxler? How are you, uh, doing?"
Post by: jaxler on February 28, 2012, 12:21:34 am
"Oh, hay Flux and uh... Stiletto. I'm doing fine"
Post by: TALLPANZER on February 28, 2012, 12:27:30 am
"Hello Jaxler, I just wanted to thank you for looking out for Flux."
Stiletto magically lifts her hat and bows her head
"I thank you for your brave deeds."
Post by: Khenal on February 28, 2012, 12:31:15 am
I hang my head, ashamed that Jaxler got so injured all because of me.
"I... I'm s-so s-s-sorry, Jaxler! If I h-hadn't w-wanted to s-see the c-c-caverns, you wouldn't... wouldn't h-have almost... almost..."
Post by: jaxler on February 28, 2012, 12:36:43 am
"There is no need to be sorry or thankful, all I did was my job."
Post by: TALLPANZER on February 28, 2012, 12:43:26 am
Stiletto lifts her head and replaces her hat
"Yes you did, and well."
she wraps a wing around flux careful about his wound
Post by: Khenal on February 28, 2012, 12:47:00 am
I close my eyes and begin shuddering, barely noticing Stiletto's wing.
"B-B-But I almost g-got you k-k-killed! And... and... all I c-could d-d-do was... was run!"
Post by: jaxler on February 28, 2012, 12:53:22 am
"Flux, you're supposed to run, your a civilian. sure, I almost got killed, but my job is to die in your place. you did nothing wrong."
Post by: TALLPANZER on February 28, 2012, 01:06:16 am
"Everything worked out. I was not to slow this time. I am sure Wool will have you back up in no time at all Jaxler."
Post by: Khenal on February 28, 2012, 01:10:43 am
I slowly sink to the floor under the weight of my guilt, trying and failing to hold back the tears.
"B-But... w-w-we w-wouldn't h-have even b-b-been there if I hadn't w-wanted to... to explore..."
Post by: TALLPANZER on February 28, 2012, 01:25:39 am
Stiletto reaches down and gently lifts Flux back up to face Jaxler
"No, you can be sorry, but self-pity helps no one. Be grateful he was there."
Post by: jaxler on February 28, 2012, 01:26:12 am
"Your forgetting that you asked me if I wanted to come along. I should have told you that the caverns are dangerous but instead I decided to go down out of foalishness and curiosity. I'm as much at fault as you are."
Post by: Khenal on February 28, 2012, 01:46:17 am
I slowly open my eyes to look Jaxler in the face, still leaking tears.
"I... I just... Th-Thank you, Jaxler..."
Post by: jaxler on February 28, 2012, 02:02:27 am
Jaxler hated when ponies worried about him and now he had a grown stallion crying in front of him. Jaxler didn't know what to say at this point
"Thank you Flux and thank... you stiletto for scrapping me of that ground back there."
Post by: TALLPANZER on February 28, 2012, 02:49:35 am
"You are welcome, next time I hope to be fighting by your side before you are in danger."
Stiletto gently pulls Flux in close offering him a place to dry his tears
"We should let Jaxler rest."
Post by: Khenal on February 28, 2012, 03:02:32 am
I sniffle and try to stop crying, only partially successful.
"Ya... ok Stiletto. Um, sorry for, uh, m-making a scene, Jaxler. Um, I hope you get b-better soon."
Post by: Dsarker on February 28, 2012, 03:48:25 am
Boo and I, carrying a barrel of booze, walk into the hospital as Flux and Stiletto leave, and put it beside Jaxler's bed.
"Our quest is complete!"
Post by: Khenal on February 28, 2012, 04:10:44 am
(http://i198.photobucket.com/albums/aa176/Kryptid/FluxAvatar.jpg)
I carefully lower the piccolo crafted from the strange mood and replace it in it's box. Once it's put away, I smile a small smile and whisper to myself.
"Almost ready..."
((Just a little foreshadowing, don't mind me.))
Post by: Khenal on February 28, 2012, 04:27:30 pm
Close to a week later, I'm finally healed enough to return to my duties of smelting. I hum a little tune as I smelt, getting back into the groove of efficiency after my time off.
Post by: Omicega on February 28, 2012, 04:37:26 pm
Post by: Khenal on February 28, 2012, 04:42:18 pm
I jump a bit as Falcata speaks, but her soft tone keeps me from doing much more than that. I turn to give her a shy smile and talk with her.
"Um, Falcata, right? Um, sure. I have, uh, time to talk. What did you need?"
Post by: Omicega on February 28, 2012, 04:52:36 pm
Post by: Khenal on February 28, 2012, 05:14:28 pm
I smile a bit more genuinely as she finishes, glad she understands I don't deserve all the credit.
"Um, you're welcome, Falcata. I... I never expected anypony to thank me for the metal, but you and Glaive both have. It, uh, means a lot to me, to know I might have helped. Thank you for risking everything to defend Dawnpick."
Post by: TALLPANZER on February 28, 2012, 05:25:01 pm
"Do not forget how good of a job your traps do helping us with that Flux."
Stiletto came from around the far side of the smelter pulling a bin of iron ore
Post by: Omicega on February 28, 2012, 05:32:19 pm
Post by: Khenal on February 28, 2012, 05:39:20 pm
I blush a bit at Falcata's teasing, but try to answer her question about smelting anyway.
"Well, the short answer is a lot of heat and scooping out the slag. The marble helps to make the rust in the ore useable. It's... not that complicated, but you do need to make sure to keep the temperature right for whatever you're trying to smelt."
Post by: TALLPANZER on February 28, 2012, 05:42:44 pm
"I still don't know what that word means. Flux is meine freundlichsten Liebe, but yes I have been all over him since the incident in the caves."
Stiletto stick out her tongue and winks
"It is so vulgar but, I am already a warrior pony."
Post by: Omicega on February 28, 2012, 05:53:45 pm
Post by: Khenal on February 28, 2012, 06:03:25 pm
I look at her for a moment, confused, then realize what she means.
"Oh, the heat! I guess I'm just used to it is all. I started learning when I was young, so the heat doesn't even register anymore, I guess."
Post by: Omicega on February 28, 2012, 06:17:10 pm
Post by: Khenal on February 28, 2012, 06:29:52 pm
I smile and point at the crucible on my flanks.
"Heh, for a long time, Falcata. I, um, left my family's business to learn at a young age."
Post by: Omicega on February 28, 2012, 06:39:26 pm
Post by: Khenal on February 28, 2012, 06:57:15 pm
I look wistful before returning my focus to Falcata and Stiletto, and the present. I resume working as I tell my tale.
"Um, no, it doesn't. My family are all entertainers. They travel around, telling tales, singing songs, putting on plays and generally making ponies happy. Um, I... don't handle crowds too well, so I never really performed. I learned to sing and play some instruments, but... anyway, one day I wandered away from the troupe during a performance and found my way to the local foundry. Something about the forgework just... captivated me. Seeing ore come in and shining ingots go out, it just... felt like something I could do.
"Eventually, one of the forgeworkers noticed me, and asked me what I was doing there. I asked if he could teach me, and he said he'd have to ask my parents. They were surprised, but supportive of my choice. I stayed there to learn, and my family visited me at Inkheart as often as they could. I, um, have a lyre they made for me from the first bronze ingot I ever made."
Satisfied that the iron is pure now, I place a few pig iron ingots into the crucible so start making steel.
"That's... when I got my mark, actually. When they gave me that lyre, I mean. I... I was thinking about how I had seen this lyre when it was still two different ores, and I had... had made them better, together. And then my family turned it into a beautiful instrument. It... It meant a lot to me..."
Post by: Omicega on February 28, 2012, 07:33:45 pm
Post by: TALLPANZER on February 28, 2012, 08:14:12 pm
"Oh my, she was quite nervous." *Stilettos' eyes light up* "Do you think maybe she was... interested, yes, that is the word... in you Flux?"
Post by: Khenal on February 28, 2012, 08:23:59 pm
I watch Falcata as she hurriedly leaves, concerned that I may have said something I shouldn't have.
'Maybe she'd like to borrow my lyre?'
"Maybe, it sure looks like she could use another friend."
Post by: TALLPANZER on February 28, 2012, 08:31:10 pm
"I think maybe she wants you as wenig Liebe. I told you your skill would impress others."
Stiletto smiles and nuzzles Fluxs' mane.
Post by: Khenal on February 28, 2012, 08:33:55 pm
'Something Love? Wait, Love?!'
"Wait, what?!"
Post by: JaxtalMK2 on February 28, 2012, 08:35:56 pm
I walk into the forge, looking to visit Flux. I manage to walk up just in time to hear him shout. "Flux? What what? Is something up?"
Post by: TALLPANZER on February 28, 2012, 08:39:27 pm
Stiletto looked up at Glyph and smiled
"Hello mein kleiner Lehrling. I was just telling Flux here that I think Falcata was interested in being his wenig Liebe, but I think he miss heard me."
Post by: JaxtalMK2 on February 28, 2012, 08:42:26 pm
"Those words again... umm... little... something and something love? Wait... you think Falcata would want to be his love?"
Post by: TALLPANZER on February 28, 2012, 09:06:18 pm
"This is much like how I feel ponies say Coltfriend or other Coltfriend. the closest midpony words are 'my little apprentice' and 'little younge small love'... they are oaths of love and relationship."
Post by: JaxtalMK2 on February 28, 2012, 09:11:48 pm
"Apprentance? So... I'm just a student to you?" Anger begins to creep into my mind, and voice. 'Student? I can keep up with her fine! I... I... I thought she...'
Post by: Khenal on February 28, 2012, 09:14:42 pm
"Um, apprentices are not just students, Glyph. I had to apprentice to learn smelting. It's... like a close friendship, and the master passes on their unique knowledge of the subject being learned."
Post by: TALLPANZER on February 28, 2012, 09:22:55 pm
"Wait, what did I say? Just... no, your words are so, gah! I'm going to get my book! I will back in a little bit."
Stiletto trots off the her apartment grumbling about this impolite inaccurate language she had to learn
Post by: JaxtalMK2 on February 28, 2012, 09:29:29 pm
I snort a bit, scuffing the ground with my hoof, mumbling to myself. "Student... friend... buck that... there has to be something..."
Post by: Khenal on February 28, 2012, 09:33:02 pm
"Um... you alright, Glyph?"
Post by: JaxtalMK2 on February 28, 2012, 09:36:42 pm
"Alright..." My voice drops to a low growl, "Alright... you want to know if I'm alright? Let me show you." I advance on Flux, anger in my eyes.
Post by: Khenal on February 28, 2012, 09:41:05 pm
'Not good!'
I back up close to the furnace, then open it to wash Glyph in the intense heat, hoping to either keep him back or bring him to his senses.
"Um... take it easy, uh, Glyph... please?"
Post by: TALLPANZER on February 28, 2012, 09:42:49 pm
Stiletto returns to the foundry with a bin held by her magic. She looks at Glyph, she looks at Flux
"STOP RIGHT NOW!"
Post by: JaxtalMK2 on February 28, 2012, 09:44:23 pm
I flinch back a bit at the heat, then look back as Stiletto comes in. "Stop what? We were just... talking. What's in the bin?"
Post by: Khenal on February 28, 2012, 09:46:38 pm
I keep my eyes locked on Glyph as I close the furnace, shaking slightly.
Post by: TALLPANZER on February 28, 2012, 09:53:09 pm
"Control over your temper is most important on the field of battle, remember that!"
The bin lifted off her back and magically placed itself on the ground
"These are things to help me explain my oaths to you both. Now come here."
Post by: Khenal on February 28, 2012, 10:02:14 pm
I continue watching Glyph as I talk to Stiletto, sticking close to the furnace.
"Um, m-maybe we should do this on my break? I, uh, don't want to get any scorch marks on your, er, stuff?"
Post by: JaxtalMK2 on February 28, 2012, 10:03:34 pm
I snort slightly, walking over to Stiletto. "No, we should do this now. Your work can wait for a bit."
Post by: Khenal on February 28, 2012, 10:06:13 pm
"Um, but I can't ruin this steel, Glyph."
Post by: TALLPANZER on February 28, 2012, 10:10:50 pm
"I know how tough you are Glyph, lose the attitude. Flux, please, can you take you brake soon, we need to talk."
Stiletto moves the box just outside the smelter
Post by: JaxtalMK2 on February 28, 2012, 10:11:48 pm
I sigh, shaking my head. "Fine. Then we can wait for you to finish that batch. But we need to talk about this. What do you mean attitude Stiletto?"
Post by: TALLPANZER on February 28, 2012, 10:57:59 pm
"I MEAN..." *hangs her head* "... I mean I do not know your words very well. When I hear you talk, the way you say things, it sounds rude, everypony sounds rude to me when they speak midpony."
Post by: Khenal on February 28, 2012, 11:12:18 pm
I carefully and quietly continue my work, hoping that Glyph will either calm down or forget about me being there.
Post by: JaxtalMK2 on February 28, 2012, 11:17:40 pm
"Oh... It's alright." I nuzzle Stiletto. "You didn't know, it is your second language. I do want to sort this out though."
Post by: TALLPANZER on February 28, 2012, 11:22:08 pm
Stiletto returns Glyphs' nuzzles "I just feel some time I will never be-able to enplane what I mean to you."
Post by: JaxtalMK2 on February 28, 2012, 11:42:12 pm
I walk over and stand next to Stilettos wing, nuzzling her leg. "It's okay... I'll be sure to listen close, and ask if I don't understand..."
Post by: Khenal on February 28, 2012, 11:52:47 pm
I work slower than absolutely necessary to finish the last batch of steel, trying to think about the situation with Glyph and Stiletto.
'Sweet Celestia, I thought he was going to kill me! And what is it that Stiletto's trying to tell us? Why is he so upset about being an apprentice? He's still learning, and she's got to be the best martial master in Dawnpick.'
I sigh as I pour the fresh steel into the molds for ingots, still not looking forward to meeting them outside.
"Well, no matter what I want, I'm off shift now. And I can't just sleep in here..."
Dreading what lays beyond the door to the smelter, I exit to what may well be my doom.
Post by: TALLPANZER on February 29, 2012, 12:19:11 am
"meine freundlichsten Liebe."
Stiletto wraps her wings around both Flux and Glyph. The bin move towards them under the power of her magic and book is retrieve by the same method.
"This is my picture book from my science academy days. It has many words and notes from that time, I wrote them down to understand and I was thinking they could help you understand."
Post by: Khenal on February 29, 2012, 12:35:59 am
I flinch as Stiletto's wing wraps me, and try to inch slightly away from Glyph, though he's on the other side of her. Her picture book, though, captures my attention, as does the potential to learn more about her.
Post by: JaxtalMK2 on February 29, 2012, 12:40:07 am
"Really? You think so? I would love to learn more about you, and where you're from."
Post by: TALLPANZER on February 29, 2012, 01:15:32 am
The book flips the first page, there is a picture of a very young Stiletto dressed in well designed gray schoolfilly outfit, standing next to her is Brook, she was about a quarter Stilettos' size even back then. There is a drawing of a water lily under the picture.
"This was our first day, I found out what Brooks' favorite flower was that day, I drew this so I could remember it. Even then we knew, she was going to be my ganz besondere Liebe. Those where happy times."
Stiletto flips the page over. There is a picture Brook, Stiletto and a blue Alicorn with a blond mane, Stiletto is next to a river, Brook and the blue Alicorn are swiming.
"That is my brother Icberg, he was from my mother but not my father. He has always been a vulgar pony, showing his cutie mark to everyone. I love him, but well, I'll get to that latter. I really couldn't swim at all back then. So she grew closer to him."
Post by: Khenal on February 29, 2012, 01:19:37 am
I feel a small bit of guilt when I see Brook in the book, still feeling a bit like I stole her kiss.
"Wait... showing your mark is vulgar?"
Post by: TALLPANZER on February 29, 2012, 01:40:22 am
"Why yes, in my home land, you do not show your cutie mark. You are excel in the ways you show, and you are wearing clothing in public. It is rude, unless the area you excel in is, well vulgar, and Iceberg was one of the worst."
Stiletto turns the page to reveal a picture of Iceberg kissing Brook.
"I was too slow again."
Post by: Khenal on February 29, 2012, 01:52:39 am
"Brook and...? Oh, Stiletto..."
I gently nuzzle Stiletto's neck, hoping to help her through what must be a painful memory for her.
Post by: JaxtalMK2 on February 29, 2012, 02:00:58 am
"Wait, Brook? You knew Brook Stiletto?"
Post by: TALLPANZER on February 29, 2012, 02:24:06 am
Stiletto nuzzles Flux back, then she nuzzles Glyph and hugs the two of them with her wings
"I knew her, I will try to say it in midpony, she was my most special love. Now, I thought I had lost here, Iceberg was quite frankly a better lover then me, nothing I could do to change that so..."
The next picture shows a much larger Stiletto standing on a pedestal with two other ponies bellow her. Stiletto is surrounded by trophies, the other ponies hold their heads high, they appear to be very proud just to be in the picture.
"I used my frustration, I made myself excel. I was die perfekte Vision von Krieg, as my uncle called me."
Stiletto flips through the book a few pages, mostly more pictures of her receiving awards, but she is alone in every picture
"I was alone though, nopony loves a monster like me."
She turns the next page and there is a picture of a very surprised Stiletto being kissed by Brook. Stiletto is completely red, even visible under her amethyst fur.
"Or at least that's what I thought." *Stiletto has a smile on her face and tears in her eyes.*
Post by: JaxtalMK2 on February 29, 2012, 02:26:47 am
"I... I see. I'm sorry if I... brought up any bad memories... but..." I nuzzle Stiletto gently, trying to be some comfort. "I... I love you, no matter what..."
Post by: Khenal on February 29, 2012, 02:35:20 am
'Perfect Vision of War?'
I can't help but tear up as she shows the pictures of her achievements, but with nopony to share in them with her. When she calls herself a monster, I stretch up to whisper to her.
"You are no monster, Stiletto."
Post by: Omicega on February 29, 2012, 02:44:20 am
Post by: TALLPANZER on February 29, 2012, 02:56:26 am
"I thank you both for those kind words." *Stiletto kisses Glyph* "Mein kleiner Lehrling." *Stiletto kisses Flux* "meine freundlichsten Liebe. Memories can be good though."
She turns the page and there is a picture of Stiletto, Brook and Iceberg, and another Purple Alicorn with very long green mane. Iceberg is nuzzling the purple Alicorn. Brook stands under Stilettos' wing, they are all smiling
"This was from my second year at the academy. Brook was Mein ganz besonderer Liebe. Iceberg was her den erfahrensten Liebe. The one on the end is Flair, he was Icebergs' kleiner Lehrling, and eventually mein wenig Liebe."
Post by: Khenal on February 29, 2012, 02:58:42 am
"That's... a lot of loves. Um, so you can have... multiple loves?"
Post by: TALLPANZER on February 29, 2012, 03:09:23 am
"Yes? wait, does that mean... are you trying to tell me, that you do not?"
Post by: JaxtalMK2 on February 29, 2012, 03:11:44 am
"I... I don't really know... but... it seems like most of the ponies here only have one..."
Post by: Khenal on February 29, 2012, 03:14:01 am
"Um... no? Only, um, one..."
Post by: TALLPANZER on February 29, 2012, 03:17:38 am
"wut? But how do you do that? I mean how do you um.. understand, yes that is the word.. love at all if you only have one?"
Post by: Khenal on February 29, 2012, 03:19:10 am
"Um, how do you keep up with several?"
Post by: JaxtalMK2 on February 29, 2012, 03:19:52 am
"Umm... I... I don't r-really... I don't think... But... but I have been trying... umm... Have I been doing it right?"
Post by: TALLPANZER on February 29, 2012, 03:28:00 am
"Keep up?" *Stiletto rubs her face into Fluxs' mane* "Silly Stallion, love is bond that more than one pony can make strong."
She wing cuddles Glyph
"You are doing very well Mein kleiner Lehrling, our love grows stronger all the time."
Post by: JaxtalMK2 on February 29, 2012, 03:29:24 am
I smile, then frown. "That means Little Apprentice right? But... Flux said an apprentice was like a close friend... and a teacher... not a lover."
Post by: Khenal on February 29, 2012, 03:33:29 am
"Um... an apprentice is hard to explain. My master never... did anything like that, but, um, a lot of love is involved."
Post by: TALLPANZER on February 29, 2012, 03:42:06 am
"This is what I mean, your words are sloppy and hurt ponies with out even trying. The title is an oath that is spoken over and over again. You declare your love and exonerate it's strength every time you speak it. It is saying I love for all of these reasons."
Post by: Khenal on February 29, 2012, 03:44:02 am
"...A title? How many are there?"
Post by: JaxtalMK2 on February 29, 2012, 03:46:46 am
"What..." I think for a bit, pondering my questions. "What should I call you then? And... and does that mean... I should h-have another?"
Post by: TALLPANZER on February 29, 2012, 04:03:49 am
"There are many titles, you earn more the more you excel and achieve." *Stiletto turns to Glyph.* "You should call me 'meine Liebe zur Heldentat'." *She turns back to Flux*"You should call me 'meine Liebe schönsten'."
Post by: Khenal on February 29, 2012, 04:06:29 am
"What's... schonsten?"
Post by: JaxtalMK2 on February 29, 2012, 04:07:35 am
"Meine Liebe z-zur Helden... Heldentat? What... what does t-that mean?"
Post by: TALLPANZER on February 29, 2012, 04:13:18 am
"Beauty Flux, it means you love everything that makes me beautiful." *Flutters her eyes* "And it means you love me for my heroic deeds, my fighting ability, so you can learn to excel as such."
Post by: Khenal on February 29, 2012, 04:16:30 am
I chuckle at her as she flutters her eyes.
"You are Beautiful, in mind, body and soul."
Post by: JaxtalMK2 on February 29, 2012, 04:19:35 am
"Your fighting ability? But... I mean... I respect your power... and I... I like sparring with you... but... I love you for how compassionate you can be afterwords... you can be harsh as a Lord-whipmaster, but then, when the fight is over you're as compassionate as a Pen-mother.
Post by: TALLPANZER on February 29, 2012, 04:29:49 am
For the first time in a long time Stiletto blushes enough to show though her fur
"You say things that raise up my heart. I had no idea if had read your signs right."
She kisses them both many times
"Now, I am not quite sure what a Pen-mother is. Can you explain that Glyph? I am sure it is wonderful."
Post by: JaxtalMK2 on February 29, 2012, 04:50:03 am
"You don't know what a Pen-mother is? They are the ones who run the stables. Where all the foals who weren't sanctioned grow up." I cock my head, thinking. "I suppose I haven't seen one here... this place is different from my old village."
Post by: TALLPANZER on February 29, 2012, 05:03:56 am
"Oh, oooooh, that is how you see me? Does that mean, you want me to teach you about life and not battle?"
Post by: JaxtalMK2 on February 29, 2012, 05:07:09 am
"Umm... not really... I'm bad with words... I just see the same compassion in you... I like learning about fighting with you, but I love being with you, having you be... umm... Gentle, compassionate... does that help?"
Post by: TALLPANZER on February 29, 2012, 05:20:16 am
"So you want me to be your erfahrene Liebe? I can do that for you. If you do not mind being my wenig Liebe."
Post by: JaxtalMK2 on February 29, 2012, 05:30:25 am
"erfa... erfahrene Liebe? What does that mean? And wenig Liebe?"
Post by: TALLPANZER on February 29, 2012, 05:44:20 am
"Erfahrene Liebe means you will love all of the experiences I can give to you. Wenig Liebe means I shall teach you about all of the good things I have experienced."
Post by: JaxtalMK2 on February 29, 2012, 05:46:56 am
"Oh..." I close my eyes and think about that. "Does... does that mean we wouldn't be able to spar anymore?"
Post by: TALLPANZER on February 29, 2012, 05:52:43 am
"Well yes, but no more, battle field love, that would be inappropriate, our love would no longer be attached to war."
Post by: Khenal on February 29, 2012, 05:54:19 am
"Um, but why is love so... regimented?"
Post by: JaxtalMK2 on February 29, 2012, 05:54:44 am
I nod, satisfied. "That's good. It's fun sparring with you. But, I like the idea of being your Wenig Liebe."
Post by: TALLPANZER on February 29, 2012, 06:05:20 am
"Well how does one earn Liebe otherwise? Every title I can give I earned. I have six."
Stiletto Nuzzles Glyph
"If that is what you want meine Wenig Liebe."
Post by: Khenal on February 29, 2012, 06:06:26 am
"...Love has to be earned?"
Post by: JaxtalMK2 on February 29, 2012, 06:06:47 am
"Six? Wow... I probably haven't even earned one... but I have you so... maybe."
Post by: TALLPANZER on February 29, 2012, 06:18:26 am
"So you do not earn love here? That seems odd, people just love without reason, all the time? that must get confusing. Especially if you can only have one at time. And you have at least two Glyph, perhaps more now."
Post by: JaxtalMK2 on February 29, 2012, 06:20:34 am
"Really? What ones? How did I earn them?"
Post by: TALLPANZER on February 29, 2012, 06:39:41 am
"Well, all ponies should have one, then you get another for serving as a warrior. If you excel you earn more."
Post by: JaxtalMK2 on February 29, 2012, 06:51:21 am
"Oh... cool." I snuggle closer to Stiletto. "But I have you mein.. umm mein erfa... erfahrene Liebe... was that right? I don't know if I can find another..."
Post by: TALLPANZER on February 29, 2012, 07:03:37 am
"Be adventurous Glyph, you can find them if you try."
Stiletto holds both her Wenig Liebe and her freundlichsten Liebe in her wings. More pictures are shown and she translates more highpony words into midpony words until they all have to sleep.
((End Scene.))
Post by: jaxler on February 29, 2012, 06:33:39 pm
It had been awhile since the event in the caverns and Panacea had finally decided that Jaxler could leave the hospital. Jaxler still had been covered in casts and had to use a crutch but at least he could actually move around now. He only had one thought on his mind at the moment, it was the fact that he had left his crossbow down in the caves. He knew that his weapon was probably covered in about a pound of mold and had probably broken upon impact with the ground but he couldn't just let his crossbow rot. As he walked into the dark underworld he found his wooden crossbow, it was covered in some mold and had a few cracks but there wasn't any damage that a good carpenter couldn't fix. Right as Jaxler finished inspecting the bow he heard some yelling off in the distance. He walked as fast as he could until he finally reached the sight of the yelling. To his relief, he found the militia was training down in the caves.
Post by: TALLPANZER on February 29, 2012, 07:04:01 pm
Stiletto was running some coordination drills with rest of the militia, showing them how to move together and positioning formations for cavern movement
"We will learn to be as one blade, sharp and accurate with no waste of effort."
Post by: KingStrongbeard on February 29, 2012, 07:13:44 pm
Glaive has a less than happy look upon his face. He was moving in formation with the others, having served as a soldier before he was no stranger to such drills, and he could see that some of his fellow militia members were significantly less used to working in a group, but that wasn't what was bothering him. What he wanted to know was why Stiletto was giving the orders.
'She's not our commander, she's not our captain, she's just a grunt like the rest of us. Halberd or Naginata should be leading us not her. Does she think her being an alicorn automatically makes her in charge?'
Post by: vkiNm on February 29, 2012, 07:53:01 pm
So a certain greyish Pegasi mare heard that the militias will be training their drills in the cavern today. Crazy crazy ponies.. Don't they know it's dangerous to them? They'll be putting themselves in the danger of dehydration!...
'and that's why i'm going to save them all.' Kat Thought happily as she trots casually into the Cavern, having a barrel of Hard Cider sitting comfortably on her back with a balance of who-knows-how-long worth of item hauling. the sounds of yelling and the marching of hooves confirmed her that there are, Indeed ponies down here.
well that's good.. last thing she needs now is to get flocked in a swarm of angry cave birds and smelly orges. Suddenly, Being around other ponies doesn't seems so bad anymore.
Post by: JaxtalMK2 on February 29, 2012, 08:11:43 pm
I walk down towards the caverns, heading to the training, and notice a greyish pegasus. "Hey, who are you? It's dangerous down here you know."
Post by: vkiNm on February 29, 2012, 08:27:53 pm
Kat Turned her head from Reflex reaction when she heard a voice just behind her, granted it was a pony's voice and probably nothing going to come and drag her into the furthest depth of Cavern hell, but that still startled her. Just a bit, mind you.
"Oh! hey there. And yes, Yes i know right? Dangerous, so Very Dangerous. Ponies will be putting themselves in the danger of Dehydration! and The entire Militia's down here! Crazy crazy ponies i tell you. So i thought, 'hey! maybe i can still save them by bringing in a barrel of drinks!' and so i did! now they won't be dehydrated from their drills and trainings!.. annnd i kind of like watching the militia trains." She replied with quite a surprising energy. If Glyph have known her before, he might have to re-consider if this is really the same Kat he knows or not.
Post by: TALLPANZER on February 29, 2012, 08:29:52 pm
"Ok, now let us try to move through the shaft, again, Halberd you take the front, Glaive your next, then Fuscina and Sarissa. Kukri and Falcata you take up the rear."
Helberd waves Stiletto over with his hoof. Stiletto moves over to him and leans her head down so he speak quietly to her. After he finishes talking, Stiletto laughs and taps him on the withers with her hoof.
"You are such a joker Helberd." *She returns to the front of the group of military ponies chuckling* "Ok, let us go ponies!"
Post by: KingStrongbeard on February 29, 2012, 08:40:56 pm
Glaive continues to follow the instructions Stiletto gives, but grows increasingly unhappy with the situation.
'Why is the captain letting her order us around? Is she going to get promoted?' A momentary surge of envy clouds Glaive's mind before he represses it. 'Surely the Captain has his reasons, but why? I'll try and talk with him or Naginata, about this later.'
Post by: JaxtalMK2 on February 29, 2012, 08:55:15 pm
I cock my head at the exitable mare. "Umm.... thanks? I'm part of the militia myself, I was just coming down for training. I think they'll be happy you brought drinks at least, and I don't think that the others will mind you watching."
Post by: jaxler on February 29, 2012, 09:07:12 pm
Jaxler was trying to pick the mold off his crossbow while watching the ponies train. As he tried to remove the green substance he heard some ponies talking a few feet away. Jaxler looked over and saw glyph an unfamiliar mare, and more importantly, a barrel. so walked over.
"Hay there, what's in the barrel?"
Post by: vkiNm on February 29, 2012, 09:12:13 pm
Kat beamed from hearing that the others would be pleased with the barrel of drinks, Then heard another voice greeting them.
oh nice, more ponies.
"Oh, Hey there! It's Hard Cider. Brought it down for the training ponies, crazy crazy ponies.. they endanger themselves of Dehydration!"
Post by: jaxler on February 29, 2012, 09:23:22 pm
Jaxler was a bit disheartened to hear that the barrel was filled with something as week as hard cider, but he hadn't had a drink in a few days.
"you fine if I have some of this cider."
Post by: vkiNm on February 29, 2012, 09:26:22 pm
The greyish mare tilted her head and raised an eyebrow slightly as if Jaxler have asked her a very.. Very.. odd question like if she's fine with him breathing or something.
"well, i did brought this down to save ponies from dehydration, and you looks like you could use some drinks, so of course i'm fine! so fine! as long as you don't hog the whole barrel for yourself that is."
Post by: jaxler on February 29, 2012, 09:39:58 pm
Jaxler knew that it would probably take the whole barrel to just get him buzzed, but some booze was better than none. so, he drank some of the cider.
"damn, this stuff really is week."
Post by: vkiNm on February 29, 2012, 09:58:05 pm
Kat just roll her eyes from the comment.
"well, i didn't want to intoxicate the whole militia into drunken drill brawl, but bringing down a barrel of fruit juice for the militia is just honestly lame. So i choose something in the middle." She said while putting the barrel down after Jaxler having a drink. She Tilted her head to the side, making her neck popped a bit then Flexes her wings for a brief moment to reassure herself that it havn't gone numb to death after carrying the barrel or something.
"Oh hey, Nice crossbow by the way. it's.. um.. very.. green?"
Post by: jaxler on February 29, 2012, 10:22:30 pm
Jaxler looked down on his crossbow and realized the wood was starting to rot. Now he needed a carpenter and a unicorn to disinfect the thing.
"Looks like somepony noticed my crossbow... *sigh* ether of you two know a unicorn who can un-rot wood?"
Post by: JaxtalMK2 on February 29, 2012, 10:29:15 pm
"No... I don't, sorry." I think for a bit looking at the crossbow. "Some of it might be salvageable... you might be able to take it to the bowyer if you don't just want a new one."
Post by: jaxler on February 29, 2012, 10:42:15 pm
"Damnit. I'd really hate to see my crossbow torn apart. Hmmm, maybe Wool can disinfect wood the same way he disinfects wounds. Do you think he could do that?"
Post by: vkiNm on February 29, 2012, 10:44:58 pm
Kat was pushing the Barrel closer to the area that the rest of the militias are training at, leaving the two stallions to discuss about whatever stallions discuss about. It might seems rude, but to her she's just finishing the job. Plus, hey! the training looks interesting.
Post by: JaxtalMK2 on February 29, 2012, 10:58:11 pm
I shrug. "Dunno, you could ask I guess. I can understand not wanting to let your things get destroyed." I look up and notice that the pegasus had moved on. "Oh hey! Wait up! Come on Jaxler, we should keep close to her. Don't want anything to happen."
I move after Kat, walking up beside her. "You want any help with that barrel?"
Post by: jaxler on February 29, 2012, 11:06:23 pm
Jaxler followed Glyph. "what the hell could I do if something were to happen? I'm on a freaking crutch right now and I got two Broken legs."
Post by: vkiNm on February 29, 2012, 11:11:59 pm
The Greyish Pegasi Mare were just settling the barrel nice and snug and making sure that it won't roll away or something if someone bumps into it. Pleased with her work, she sits down next to it where she'll have a good view of the training, seeing Glyph coming over and offering to help her "oh it's okay, i'm done with the Barrel now." she said, beaming slightly with a smile.
Post by: JaxtalMK2 on February 29, 2012, 11:19:21 pm
"Oh... good point Jaxler... well just keep close to me then. Umm... I guess I can miss training for this." I sit down next to the pegasus, watching the others. "I think protecting a civilian is a good enough reason. So, what's your name?"
Post by: vkiNm on February 29, 2012, 11:32:59 pm
Kat was somewhat surprised to be asked of her name, but then again, ponies in this forsaken fort seems to be awfully friendly. Not that it's a bad thing, mind you.
"oh, me? you can call me Kat." She answered and beam a smile at him, although far less energetic than moments ago. Looks like whatever kept her hyperactive stopped working. "and yours?"
Post by: JaxtalMK2 on February 29, 2012, 11:36:48 pm
"My name's Glyph, nice to meet you Kat." I settle in to watch the training.
Post by: jaxler on February 29, 2012, 11:43:51 pm
Jaxler was lagging behind and finally worked his way down to the two ponies and sat down.
"So, the names Kat aye, my name is Jaxler. I'm known for picking fights and drinking, I'm also second in command of the guard."
Post by: vkiNm on February 29, 2012, 11:48:57 pm
Kat continues her smiling, meeting new ponies is nice. yes.
"Nice to meet you, Glyph and Jaxler." She said, then perk her ears up with an ear twitch "oohh? you're the Second-in-command of the guards? Nice! i wanted to join the guards."
Post by: jaxler on February 29, 2012, 11:55:25 pm
"That's good to hear, but if ya want to join then talk to Partisan. He'll probably let you in seeing how we really don't have any standards."
Post by: JaxtalMK2 on February 29, 2012, 11:58:32 pm
"Jaxler be polite! I'm sure she will be fine. I hope you get in Kat, I remember when I joined the militia. Was a really exiting day... for me at least."
Post by: vkiNm on March 01, 2012, 12:11:21 am
The Greyish mare perk her ears up, slightly wide-eyed. it's hard to tell what's going on inside her head, but clearly she's not very pleased..
"d-.. don't have any standards?.. w.. what.." She seems to have lost that Energetic self of hers almost completely, stuttering a little as if there's something stuck in her chest. "n.. nevermind.." her ears drooped down and, maybe they might be thinking things or seeing stuff by themselves, but she seems to gain a shade more grey somehow.. But it's probably just the lighting.
Post by: jaxler on March 01, 2012, 12:24:15 am
"first off, asking me to be polite is like asking me to stop breathing. second off, I wasn't insulting you, I was insulting the guard. to be honest we could use a pony like you."
Post by: vkiNm on March 01, 2012, 12:29:01 am
"well.. um.. okay. But, why'd you want to insult the guards? i mean, you are one. right? doesn't really makes any sense."
Post by: jaxler on March 01, 2012, 12:40:17 am
"I understand that it may seem strange that I insult a group that I'm part of but if we don't acknowledge our problems then they don't go away. Anyway, before you even think of joining the guard I need to ask you something important; are you willing to die in the place of any pony in the entire fort no mater what?
Post by: vkiNm on March 01, 2012, 12:50:40 am
Kat smiles up again, but this time, it seems rather.. dark.. somewhat. Not the normal kind of smile, but maybe a sad one? understanding one? it's a different kind of smile..
"well, Everything dies sooner or later. One way or another. If i were given a duty, then i'll do that Duty. I didn't move across the ocean into the city then into some forsaken fort in the middle of nowhere just to die of old age. If i wanted to be safe and live long, then i would've stayed home and never came here. To me, Death is common. To answer your question, right now? No. I were not given duty to die for another pony who would die later anyway. Unless that Pony is special to me. But Give me a Duty, and i'll live, And die, by it. Even if it means to die for another pony that i don't even know their names in order to protect their life so they can live a little longer than me." She answered. Surprisingly calm considered the topic they're talking about.
Post by: jaxler on March 01, 2012, 12:59:19 am
Jaxler liked the answer
"so you know how the world works... I'll tell Partisan that you answered correctly."
Post by: JaxtalMK2 on March 01, 2012, 01:16:30 am
I nod, "That's good... well mostly good. I don't like the thought of not caring about whether a pony lives or dies just because it's not my duty... if someone attacks the pen-foals everyone fights... or at least everyone should..."
My mind goes back, and a faraway look enters my eyes, as a memory I'd rather forget resurfaces. Tears begin to mist my vision. 'That... nopony should do that... to just run...'
Post by: vkiNm on March 01, 2012, 01:28:34 am
Kat Crossed her front legs together and lay her head down, ears drooping slightly as she rest her chin on her front legs.
"Foals.. Foals are special to me. Innocent white papers... Everypony have a duty to protect their younglings.. since they can't do it themselves. Most of the time, you can choose how will you die. Standing and protecting.. or later, fleeing away. All with their own reasons.. i don't care. Somepony runs to come back and win the fight the next day. Somepony runs because they're just simply scared.. some runs because they're a coward. I think it's just silly to be afraid of death. It's just.. there.. you know what i mean? No matter how fast you run, how far you run, it's there. If i can choose, i'd choose die standing with my front facing death itself rather than letting myself getting chased down like an animal. Besides, If you're going to die anyway.. might aswell make it worthwhile and memorable. no?"
She finished her rather long speech.. then rests her forehead onto her front legs. She seems.. tired. Not the sleepy kind of tired. Maybe she've cried about this enough times to not be tired anymore? who knows.
Post by: jaxler on March 01, 2012, 01:40:31 am
"Hehe, your gonna die anyway, why that's so hilariously observant of you."
Post by: JaxtalMK2 on March 01, 2012, 01:47:44 am
I reach out a hoof and place it on Kat's withers. I think about saying something, but I cant think of any words, so I just sit there, trying to reign in my own thoughts.
Post by: vkiNm on March 01, 2012, 01:54:36 am
Kat Decide to stand up to open the barrel of Hard cider and have a drink from it. That helped. And when she's done drinking, she sits back down again, letting out a content sigh, looking somewhat less tired and more back to her energetic self.
"Thanks Jaxler, i guess i'll have to thank my mother about that.. i swear one of the first things she taught me was that 'I'm going to die one day, Your Father's going to die one day, All of your friends will die one day, And you will eventually Die one day. So don't make a big fuss out of it. I'm not dead yet today, Your Father's not Dead yet today, your friends aren't dead yet today, and you're not Dead yet. So Instead of wasting time thinking about what's not happening yet, Think and decide what you're going to do today.' So i decide to Enjoy life as i live it." she finished with a beaming smile. Offering Jaxler and Glyph some of the Cider aswell
Post by: JaxtalMK2 on March 01, 2012, 01:58:09 am
I take a bit of cider sitting back down close to Kat. "Well... I guess I can see that... might as well enjoy what you have instead of worrying about what might happen."
Post by: vkiNm on March 01, 2012, 02:01:19 am
The Greyish Pegasi nodded and smiles as Glyph sits back down pretty closely to her. She doesn't seems to mind that. "mmhmm.. hey.. Glyph?" She said, looking at him with another smile on her face. "Thanks.." Then she turns back to watch the Militia do their training drills.
Post by: Telgin on March 01, 2012, 03:38:58 am
New ponies:
Spoiler (click to show/hide)
I'll be backtracking a bit in history here to patch things to make sense.
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7th Malachite, 256
I'm so excited! I've been thinking it to myself for a while now, but it's finally gotten to the point where nopony could deny it any longer. I'm pregnant! I stopped by the hospital to talk with Panacea today, and she had Wool work a little magic to confirm it! She says I'm due in anywhere from two to three months now, but it's hard to guess. Just one little foal, but I didn't really doubt that. She said she can't tell if it's a boy or a girl yet, nor can she tell what kind of pony it is. I'm not sure I want to know, keeping it a surprise just makes me even more excited.
Harvest Moon was overjoyed to hear it too. I knew he secretly wanted a little foal of his own, and now he'll have one!
27th Galena, 256
I suppose things had been going a bit too quietly lately. We had a bit of an upset with the caravan that arrived. From what I gather, some of the guards were assaulted and there were suspicions that some ponies might have attempted to either make off with merchandise and / or bribe the guards to look away. It took some convincing, but I managed to calm them all down. I offered them all a free hot meal in the dining hall and some drink to ease the tension. Once they were all settled I talked with the caravan master and paid for the damages. I hope our relations haven't been too strained by this.
That little Granite was largely to blame for this is unsettling to say the least, but I spoke with his father and I think his parents will be handling any disciplining there is to be done. I didn't tell them this, but we ended up paying a few thousand bits out of the town treasury to settle everything. Normally I'd be a bit more upset about that than I am, but we're so oversupplied in everything we need I don't think the money will be missed. Not that we can make it a habit, of course.
28th Limestone, 256
Today was the day! Little Rose came into the world today. She's more beautiful than I could have ever imagined. The moment we saw her, both Harvest Moon and I knew the name Rose was hers. We were both quite shocked to learn that she was a unicorn! I don't have any unicorn blood in my family as far back as I can remember, although Harvest Moon says he has some on his mother's side. I suppose that's just the way it happens.
We'll worry with how to teach her magic when that day comes. Right now I'm utterly exhausted. I knew childbirth was painful and draining, but until you've gone through it, you really have no idea. I owe Wool a tremendous amount for the pain relief he was able to give me though. Both he and Panacea are wonderful doctors, and we all owe so much to them.
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2nd Sandstone, 256
Something terrible happened today. I'm not sure what they were doing down there, but several ponies were exploring the caverns earlier today. Flux got scratched up pretty badly, but Jaxler was all but killed. I feel horrible for him. If Stiletto hadn't been there, both of them would surely have died. The stress of dealing with the ponies here getting injured, and nearly killed, is starting to wear on me. I don't know how much more if it I can take.
I don't know how they even got in there. They must have bypassed the trap for some reason. Maybe Flux was just inspecting it. I don't know. I need to speak with him about making sure that nopony else gets by it, especially the children.
I'm exhausted. Raising a child is more demanding than I think either of us realized, and I haven't been getting enough sleep lately. I'm sure I'll manage though. I've got the best stallion in Dawnpick to lean on when I need to. Which has been more than I'd hoped for lately, I'm afraid.
11th Sandstone, 256
Grapple's church was finally finished today. I haven't heard much out of him lately, which makes me wonder if maybe he's ticked off enough of the locals to keep it all to himself. Whatever the case, I'll let him know next time I see him that the work is done and he can do with it as he sees fit.
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It's not much to look at. Just some tables and chairs. I'll probably designate it as a meeting area, which I haven't done yet.
A little scare today had me remember to return the military to active duty. Jaxler was busying himself making some bolts for the guard when a diamond dog stumbled upon him. He put the thing down with a few shots of his crossbow using those new bolts, but if a diamond dog was able to sneak into the settlement that means it's time to get everypony back on their hooves watching for trouble. The badger ponies likely won't be far behind.
I also heard that we've got a new member of the guard. Somepony named Kat asked to join up, and Partisan let her in. That makes four crossbow armed ponies to back up the militia and watch for trouble. Our settlement grows every year, so we'll need all of the help we can get. I hope she does well.
Which reminds me. I saw Billows give Falcata her repaired armor today. I think we're going to start a tradition where those wounded in battle will get a medal of sorts. In this case I had Billows fashion a small medal out of some of the gold we dug up and stud her armor with it. She's nearly died twice on our behalf. I think she's earned it. He also gave her a suit of double-weave chain to replace her current chain mail. It's a bit heavier, but even more resistant to damage.
I hope the rest of the militia isn't put off by her getting the gift. Glaive and Halberd deserve something too, which I'll have to think about. Jaxler too, come to think of it. He nearly lost his life trying to save Flux. That deserves a reward too, but I'll have to think of what. Perhaps a medal like Falcata's.
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Woohoo, studded with gold. It's not much, but I couldn't think of much else to do that seemed appropriate. I didn't want to go overboard, else Virtue feels even worse about looking like she's playing favorites.
17th Sandstone, 256
These strange moods have taken a frightening turn for the worse today. Sienna, one of the older foals was possessed by some desire today and claimed a craftspony shop. That this madness could grip even our children frightens me to the core. Will Rose be next? I shudder to think of the possibilities. At least nopony has shown any ill effect from them yet. I fear that may only be a temporary thing though.
Speaking of foals, Naginata gave birth around lunch time today. I had a bit more sympathy for her when I heard about it this time, and went to go see the little earth pony filly, who she and Marbles named Floral. She's adorable, just like Rose.
I worry what might happen if Naginata is ever badly injured, or worse, killed. To leave so many ponies behind would tear my heart out. But she insists on staying in the militia.
19th Sandstone, 256
Sienna has begun feverishly working on whatever it was she started on. At least her possession will be over soon. While I watched her work away, I saw Stiletto and Flux worrying themselves with the well. I know it's been a bit stagnant lately, so we've needed a solution to that problem. Perhaps they'll think of something soon.
23rd Sandstone, 256
Sienna finished her crown today. I'm not sure what to make of it. She claims she's never heard of the creature depicted on it, and neither have I. For now she said to do with it as we wanted, so I had it moved to the stockpiles. Maybe we'll find a use for it some day.
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After taking care of that and seeing to it that she was alright, I bumped into Flux who told me that the entrance to the mines has been completely surrounded with traps. That should keep the badger ponies out, although the diamond dogs seem to be able to get by the traps without much difficulty. In any case, we've made it abundantly clear to everypony that the traps are there, and especially for the children to not go near them. After what happened to Flux and Jaxler, and doubly so now that we've got traps there, I think only the miners and militia when needed should be heading down to the mines.
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That ought to keep the badger ponies out. Haven't had a big problem with them and the mine, but why take chances when I'm stuffed to the gills with steel?
25th Timber, 256
Now that the church and fishing pier have been completed, I had the masons go back to work on the keep, while the carpenters set back to building new housing for our future. The keep is likely to take another year to finish completely, but it's getting there. Once it's ready, we'll have an above ground safehouse if we need it, and a place to possibly station the guard to fire on intruders from safety.
Speaking of thieves, we had a grand total of six attack today, which is a new record. Three badger ponies tried to sneak in, only to meet the militia after they were spotted by Partisan. One was cut down by Naginata as he tried to make off with her newborn. I don't have any sympathy for him. The second was killed by Sarissa, who intercepted him on the bridge after he was maimed by our trap network. The third tried to sneak into the mines where he met a similar fate by the new trap network. I suppose I spoke true when I said how dangerous the traps were.
The other three were diamond dogs. Halberd killed one that made it onto the bridge, whily Sarissa wrestled one to the ground inside the walls and crushed his skull. I was unfortunately there to witness that. Why they keep invading when they meet this fate is beyond me. At least the third had enough sense to run at the sight. Last we saw of him he was disappearing over the hill to the north.
9th Moonstone, 256
Glaze gave birth again today, making this her fourth foal. She and Cleaver named the little unicorn filly Wisteria. An interesting name for her, but regardless she was a cute little thing. I hope Granite and his siblings are looking forward to a new little sister!
In unrelated news, the keep is coming along faster than I expected, and my new office is ready for me to move my things in. It's going to take some getting used to, since I've spent close to seven years in my old one, but I'm sure I'll get acclimated. I need the space. And I'm sure Partisan will appreciate moving his office out of the barracks into my old office, where he too can have a little more space.
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What's the first thing Partisan did when he moved in? Dropped his socks all over the floor. ???
15th Opal, 256
Apparently there was a bit of a mishap regarding Stiletto and Flux' new water purifier. I heard ponies shouting and came running to see it spewing water everywhere. Nopony was hurt thankfully, and they got it shut down in time. I hope they're a bit more careful before turning it on again.
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Whoops. Forgot to wall up the back of the dwarven water reactor. Let's try that again...
21st Opal, 256
Stiletto and Flux apparently fixed their little toy. I walked by today to see the great waterwheels powering a pump, which in turn powered the wheels. Flux swears it's impossible for a machine to work that way, but Stiletto enchanted it with some of her magic. It also cleans the water going into the well, which is being siphoned from the moat. We shouldn't ever have to worry about running out now!
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Speaking of water though, Ocean Breeze dropped by my office to tell me that she thinks we've fished up everything in the brook to the south. I'm not sure if there is anyplace else safe nearby to fish from, so I'll have to think about what to do regarding that. Maybe nothing for now, but we can maybe expand the pier if we need to.
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I have some more I could write up but I'm exhausted and that's long enough already. :D I'll post the rest tomorrow plus a little more gameplay tomorrow. At least one sorta interesting development, maybe two. I'll also try and get a save uploaded somewhere, as per TALLPANZER's request, so you guys can poke around and get a feel for Dawnpick. And notice all of the stuff I'm doing wrong. :P
Post by: jaxler on March 01, 2012, 06:01:27 pm
Jaxler's journal
3rd Sandstone, 256
I’m in the hospital right now. My front legs, my right wing, and ribs are broken and I can hardly see straight with all the medical magic Wool cast on me. I can’t believe I went down to the caves yesterday, I heard the stories about the monsters down there but I was foalish enough to go into them. I ended up being a meat shield for Flux, when some cave swallows and a cave Ogre attacked us. In the end stiletto had to save my life and drag me all way up here. I also think I might have dropped my crossbow down there.
4th sandstone, 256
Note to self: never mix alcohol with medical magic.
I feel really funky right now. Earlier in the day I had Arbalest bring in some booze, I knew panacea would take it away the moment she saw the barrel so I took the closest bucket and filled it with booze. So I’ve been drinking moonshine and right now I feel really funky. In fact I’m amazed I can even wright right now.
8th sandstone, 256
I got out of the hospital today. I’m in casts and need a crutch to move around but aside from that I’m fine. The first thing I did today was walk down to the caves and grab my crossbow, which is in pretty bad condition. The things covered in mold, is rotting, all the metal parts are rusted, the string is gone and it has a few cracks in it. Also turns out somepony named Kat wants to join the guard, she said she would be willing to die in the place of a civilian no matter what so she seems right for the job. Oh, almost forgot, today’s my birthday. today I turn 73.
11th sandstone, 256
Today was more eventful than normal. I spent the first five hours of the day walking around town trying to get my crossbow fixed. Wool apparently was able to un-rot the wood and I had to talk to 3 woodcrafters before one said he would help with the cracks. Then I had to steel some string from the stockpiles and finally I had to get a mechanic to redo the firing mechanism. In the end I spent 800 bits but at least my crossbow seems to be fine now. I even got to test it on a diamond dog today. The poor bastard tried sneaking up on, probably thought I’d be easy seeing how I’m in a cast. in the end I put 7 bolts in him.
25th Timber, 256
We wiped out some thieves today. So, nothing out of the ordinary happened.
9th Moonstone, 256
I got my casts off today. I can now walk and fly. The more I look at my wing the more I realize that it really got mauled, it’s just scarred like hell. I’ve got tree huge scars plus the one that diamond dog gave me last year. I also got a scar from where panacea cut me open and put my ribs back together, and then of course of got my burn scar. me left leg looks a bit dented too.
21st Moonstone, 256
Well, I woke up on top of the keep for some reason. I have I splitting head ache and the sunlight burns. I had to fly away the moment I realized where I was because I didn’t want partisan to catch me up there. I also found my crossbow under a tree on the other side of the fort.
Post by: KingStrongbeard on March 01, 2012, 09:29:08 pm
Glaive's Journal 28th Limestone, 256
Miss Virtue had her foal today. A young unicorn filly named Rose. The name is obvious if you see her.
Glaive's Journal 2nd Sandstone, 256
Jaxler and Flux were in the caverns today, while I was on patrol. Apparently they ran into a cave ogre and some giant cave swallows. Nasty luck. By all rights Jaxler should be dead, but apparently Stiletto heard the yelling and managed to save them both. Flux has some minor injuries, but Jaxler will be out of commission for awhile.
Glavie's Journal
We were drilling formation fighting in the caverns. It was certainly needed practice. A lot of the recruits have never fought in an organized manner. We've spared with them, and taught them how to fight on their own. But the warrior who fights alone, dies alone. But what really troubles me is that that alicorn, Stiletto was giving the orders. And Commander Halbard was right there, even listening to her himself. I want to know what gives her the right to command us. She hasn't been promoted as far as I know, nor was she wearing anything to signify her new position. Is everypony just going along with this because she's an Alicorn? Or because she's from Deutchmeinerland? I wanted to talk to the Commander, or Captain Naginata, or even Miss Virtue about it, but I don't think that's wise. Stiletto is a good soldier and ((the sentence ends abruptly here))
I need to try harder.
Glaive's Jorunal 11th Sandstone, 256
They have finished the construction on that preacher's chapel. Can't say, I approve of Virtue setting aside that much of our resources for his church when we don't even have a proper shrine to the old gods. Of course we also don't have a priest for them. I'd bring it up but I can't say I was ever very pious, and without somepony to properly perform the rituals, our individual prayers will have to be enough.
Also, Falcata had some wonderful gilding done to her armor under Virtue's orders. The steel and gold look good on her, though if it's her reward for being injured I hope she never get's any more. She's also being given a new thicker steel chain mail shirt. I just hope she doesn't take it as an insult to her fighting ability. She's certainly a tremendous fighter, but her speed can get her in over her head.
Glaive's Journal 17th Sandstone, 256
Another one of those strange moods has struck. This time a mere foal. All the others have been fine. I hope this one goes as peacefully as before.
Glaive's Journal 9th Moonstone, 256
Construction on the keep is coming along nicely, and it seems that miss Virtue is setting up her new office as I write this. Seems a little small to me honestly, if we are going to be calling it a keep, but it's stone and it's strong. I'm going to suggest setting up a stock of food and drink in the basement along with a large stockpile of bolts and crossbows on the second floor (with fortifications to shoot from.) if the outer defenses are breached we need to be able to hole up in there for potentially a long time.
Glaive's Journal 21st Opal, 256
So it seems that Stiletto and her coltfriend Flux have set up a water purifier. That is great news, the water the well has been providing is muddy as hell, I've been having to make due with grog. But it is nice to have some clean pure water to drink. I looked over the contraption, I'm no mechanic but, it seems that they got it powered by a self maintaining spell, it should run for ever, or near to it. That's some very advanced magic, didn't know Stiletto could do that. If she's got that kind of talent, she's wasted as a warrior, should be making more use out of her skills.
Post by: JaxtalMK2 on March 01, 2012, 09:54:49 pm
Glyphs journal 16
I was late to training in the caverns today, well technically I skipped it. But I had a good reason journal! There was a Pegasus there that I didn't know, a civilian, so I decided to stay with her just in case anything decided to attack. Her name was Kat, and she wants to be a guard. I hope she makes it in, she seems like a good pony. She's nice, and well I guess I can write this seeing as nopony else will read it, I think she's really cute... After Stiletto started teaching me about all the things in her culture... umm maybe I won't write that... even if Kat won't see this.
Glyphs journal 18
Virtue had a foal journal! I was even able to see her, such a cute little unicorn... I haven't seen any stables like back home, maybe I should talk to Virtue about that. Even if the families want to look after their foals, they still need to work, not to mention the militiaponies who have foals. I could volunteer as Pen-Father even! I have all that free time, would be nice to take care of the sweetlings while their parents worked... and if I did... I wouldn't have to worry about ((The page is stained a bit here, as if water had dripped onto it))
Post by: Khenal on March 01, 2012, 10:05:30 pm
Flux' Journal Limestone 28
Virtue had her foal today! She's an absolutely adorable little unicorn, named Rose after her coat.
Sandstone 17
Another pony was inspired to make something today. The thing that's kinda concerning is that it was one of the foals: Sienna. She's doing like everypony else, though, and just yelling about needing something to work with. I wonder if she'll earn her mark for whatever she makes?
Sandstone 23
She finished her project: a crown. It's got quite the engraving on it, though I'm not sure what it actually is. It's a really nice crown, though. Oh, I also finished securing the mine entrance with more traps. I still prefer the blade traps to anything else so far. They're... messy, but effective. Stiletto is bringing over her plans for a water purifier for the well so we can refine them, so I'll write more later.
Opal 15
We finished the purifier and started it up, but I think I may be cursed when it comes to seals. It sprayed water all over the place, but nopony was hurt. Stiletto and I had a good laugh about it, even. We just need to redo that seal and try again.
Opal 21
It works! The seals held and now the water should be totally free of mud! The power source took a bit of Stiletto's magic to keep going, but it's apparently not too hard a spell. It's kinda weird to watch it go, a water wheel powered by a pump that's powered by the same wheel. Ah well, it works!
Post by: Telgin on March 01, 2012, 10:31:22 pm
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Virtue's Diary - 8th Obsidian, 256
Loom gave birth to her first foal today: a little unicorn colt the family named Maize. Loom hasn't been particularly busy the past few months, but I officially gave her some time off anyway. I know what it's like having your first foal now, and I know she's going to need that time to recover and to get to know her little bundle of joy.
After bidding them farewell at the hospital, I noticed Naginata and Glyph sparring out in front of the barracks. Glyph has come a long way since he switched over from being a mason to joining the militia, but Naginata is easily one of our best soldiers. She's close to Halberd's skill, and so he didn't get many hits in, but he's a fast learner. I think he'll do us proud one day.
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Looks like Glyph finally got a chance to spar with Naginata. :)
24th Obsidian, 256
The rainbow ponies arrived with a caravan today, along with our outpost liaison and homeland caravan. After our last little fiasco at the trade depot I was afraid word might have spread and traders would be hesitant to show up, but there were no problems. That is, until a couple of badger pony thieves attacked the caravan and slew one of their draft animals. The guards dealt with the problem at least.
Once we got everypony inside, we helped them move some things to the depot and I traded for some of the usual things. I traded away some scavanged clothing and detritus left behind by previous encounters with the badger pony thieves, as well as a few crafts in exchange for some cheese, drink an orange tree and a chicken. I came to realize that we could use a little variety in our diet, so I'll make it a point to grab a few chicken hens or other poultry to try and get some eggs coming in.
While all of this was going on, I hear Hickory gave birth to a pegasus Filly that the family named Clear Skies. I didn't get to see him today before they spirited off home, but I'll put in for her to have a little time off for maternity leave.
7th Granite
Well, I'm not as excited as I was the day Rose was born, but today takes a close second!
I was heading to the dining hall to snatch a bite to eat before I went to clear a few work orders, when I noticed that it was awfully quiet outside. Nopony was around! When I stepped inside, I was nearly floored by a surprise party everypony threw for me!
I had no idea what it was for of course, until Harvest Moon stepped over to me and handed me a letter from Coupledye. Sealed by the king himself. Apparently he's so impressed with what we've done here, that he's appointed me baroness of Dawnpick and made the surrounding lands an official barony! The liaison officer spoke with Storm Cloud about it, and he seconded the recommendation. I'm glad he thinks I'm fit for the job!
I'm not so sure myself. I don't know how I feel about being a noble of anysort. I'm just a regular pony. And it's a lot of responsibility. The letter mentioned that since we're officially a barony now, we're expected to start exporting some of the steel we produce here. It was our original purpose after all. I'll have to go check the stocks on that tomorrow sometime. But for now, I'm going to snuggle up with my stallion and get a little sleep. I think I might have had a bit too much wine at the party, and I'm pretty beat.
Oh, but first, I forgot to mention Detergent gave birth to an earth pony filly today named Daisy. She wasn't able to make it to the party, but I made sure to have some of the food saved for her and her family.
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19th Slate, 257
Totem was the next victim of the strange moods. I'm glad at least it wasn't one of the children this time. And he seems to be in a bit of a better mood than Sienna was when she was possessed. He's off to one of the workshops and is gathering random things. He hasn't had a lot to do here in Dawnpick lately, other than help Flux set up some traps, so maybe he'll find a new trade to start this way?
5th Felsite, 257
Totem finished what he was working on today: a giraffe bone crupper. It looks quite intimidating and would be a fitting part of our militia, except Halberd promptly told me it was worthless in a fight compared to steel and I suppose he's right. I told Totem he could keep it and do whatever he sees fit. I hear he hung it on the wall in his home, which seems appropriate.
While I was worrying over that, Glaive stopped by and had a good recommendation related to the keep. He suggested a few things about fortifying it for use as a firing tower in the event that we ever do get invaders inside the walls, and I can't say I fault his logic. The idea about stockpiling some things in the cellar sounds like a good idea too. There's enough room for everypony to pack inside if we had to in an emergency, so I think I'll go through with his plans at the earliest opportunity.
11th Malachite, 257
My heart nearly leaped out of my chest when I heard from Powder Miner that something large had been caught in the ballista trap. I immediately had the guard head down there with Arbalest to take a look at killing it, but the ballista was positioned wrong so he couldn't get a clear shot at it. I feel kind of dumb now, looking at the plans. It's obvious what I missed, but we can't fix it with the beast in there.
Instead I had the miners carve some fortifications into the walls so that the guard could take shots at it with their crossbows.
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Going to have to relocate the ballista or something I think. At least I got some fortifications carved to shoot and get some easy markspony skill!
Partisan and his ponies shot all of the wooden bolts we had stockpiled but they didn't manage to get a whole lot accomplished. I sent down the order to Pewter to get some iron bolts made, hopefully they'll make a difference.
16th Malachite, 257
Morale took a bit of a dive after everypony heard about the beast, but by now everypony seems to have mostly returned to normal, since it can't get out. The bolts are almost ready to take another crack at the monster.
I was a bit surprised to hear that Panacea and Saw Dust were married today, considering what just happened! But from what I hear this is what it took shy Saw Dust to propose to her. I talked with her a bit after the reception and she told me that he was a nervous wreck the night we captured it, and he decided it was time to move on in their relationship in case it was too late soon. I certainly hope it doesn't come to that, but I'm glad to see them married. They've been dating for seven years now, and I could see on their faces how happy they were.
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20th Malachite, 257
Today was an extremely busy day, to say the least!
It started out innocently enough, with me overseeing the relocation of a few of our workshops to make better use of our space.
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Yeah, it's a mess. Time to get that megastockpile converted into smaller special purpose piles and get the hodgepoge of workshops relocated to better locations.
While I was working at that, I heard that Ocean Breeze gave birth to a unicorn colt the family named Crimson. I headed to the hospital to take a look at the newborn, when I went into labor myself. It was an amazing coincidence, but I suppose it couldn't have happened at a better time. I knew I had to be due any day now, but Panacea didn't think I'd give birth for another week or so.
But nature makes up its own mind, and my little earth pony colt decided that he wanted to be born today. We'd picked out a few names for possible colts, but the only one that really seemed to fit him was Valor. I can't really place why, but that's just what his face said to me. Now we have two little foals to call our own, and I know Rose will be overjoyed to have somepony to play with when he gets a little older. I think two is enough for now though, being a baroness on top of a mother and manager is hard work!
Harvest Moon came charging in at the news, and had news of his own, after he settled down and got to hold Valor for a minute. It turns out that the guard managed to kill the giant lizard in the trap. The iron bolts cut through its hide without hesitation, and Storm Cloud has the honor of getting the fatal shot. I think I speak for everypony when I say that this is a new chapter in Dawnpick's history. We no longer fear what lurks beneath the ground!
While I was recovering with Ocean Breeze and talking about the things mothers do, Storm Cloud came in with another official letter from home. The king wants an update on our status, including census information and a tally of all of our stocks. I'm going to take a few days to recover, but I'll get all of that together as soon as I can.
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That's the current status of Dawnpick. Enough ponies and wealth for megabeasts and siegs, or at least it should be. The Fun should start soon, I hope! And I think it's time to cap the foals. Naginata, Glaze and Detergent are cranking them out like it's going out of style. Poor Panacea needs to have one first though, I think!
Update: Here's the link to the save. Now go forth and find things I'm doing terribly wrong, or just get a feel for the fort. http://www.mediafire.com/?x8c1x8s2l89lg1g
Post by: vkiNm on March 02, 2012, 12:12:05 am
27th Galena, 256
Hello Journal! nice to meet you. heh.
The Trade Caravan came today bringing all sort of stuffs, And there it is, just laying there amongst the other stuff.. a Journal! just what i've always wanted. Ponies keep saying that i'm bad with memories and forget things oftenly.. well not anymore! now i'll have something to write in and remind myself of!
Speaking of Reminding, looks like there were some some trouble with the Caravan, a Foal attacked the guards or something. I couldn't imagine how that went.. but hey! atleast i gets this Journal for free! Fighting ponies are best distraction.
19th Limestone, 256
It's my Birthday today, i was thinking of buying myself something new. Maybe getting a new dress or something to put in my cabinet. But the next Trading Caravan havn't come yet and there's really nothing much i can get, and stealing from the storage doesn't sounds so good. So i settle with just a big fancy meal in the dining hall and a day of not-working. A year older..
28th Limestone, 256
Lady Virtue gave birth today! good times all around Dawnpick, I swear my heart melted and then exploded twice by how Adorable her foal is, how lucky of her to be born with such wonderful parents. Maybe i should go visit them sometimes if they're not too busy.
It seems a little odd that her Daughter's a Unicorn though, but i guess there's unicorn blood in them somewhere. Just how things works i guess.
2nd Sandstone, 256
Someponies went down the Cavern today from what i heard, and got beaten up pretty badly aswell! why would they even want to go down there is beyond me.
Maybe if we have more guards.. then maybe less ponies would get hurt..
3rd Sandstone, 256
I've decided that i want to join the guards, and gathered enough Courage to go talk with that Militia Alicorn and her coltfriend today. Meeting new ponies, They said that i should go ahead and talk with Partisan about it.
Stiletto seems surprisingly nice, at first i thought she'd lodge an axe in my skull if i startled her or something.. turns out, no axes! Lucky me i guess.
7th Sandstone, 256
I heard there's some Militia training down in the Cavern today, Maybe this is my chance to get to talk to some so that i can join!.. but i think they're not the same as the guards. oh well.
I Hauled down a barrel of Cider into the Cavern so i'll have an excuse to be there and watch them train. Met even more Ponies today, One of them is a Second-In-Command of the guards! he asked me some questions and seems to like my answers. And then there's this Militia pony named Glyph, he seems like nice. Maybe Lazy seeing how he skips the training to sit with me though. But i think he have his reasons, don't know what though.
11th Sandstone, 256
So many good things happened today, First off, a Church finished. a Church! in Dawnpick! for the sisters! Faust save us all.
Then Partisan came over while i was having lunch and said that i can join the guards, i think i squee'd.
I Moved some things out of my house to the Barracks and they gave me a set of Leather armor and a Crossbow! I can't even begin to describe how great i feel right now. I'm going to spend the rest of the day trying to hit that Target that Partisan set up for us.
17th Sandstone, 256
Another Strange mood! This time a Foal! i didn't even think whatever gave ponies strange mood would do it to a foal aswell! this is crazy.
But atleast nopony got hurt from strange moods like theses. But they were grown Ponies.
23rd Sandstone, 256
Looks like this strange mood made a Crown, with a creature on it.. what is it i don't even..
i need a drink.
25th Timber, 256
Some Thieves tried to sneak into our fort today, I thought I'd finally get something to shoot at more than targets but the Militia took on all of them and none were left for us. Well, Back to shooting Targets i guess.. i'm honestly getting tired of shooting the same target in the same pattern over and over and over again. Although i think it helps make me shoot better.
9th Moonstone, 256
Today Lady Virtue moved into the Keep, and Partisan moved into her old Office, well good for them!
There's Rumors that Partisan dropped socks all over his new place when he got there. No idea how true this is, but if it is, i think maybe he have something Against Lady Virtue.. but it's just a silly rumor anyway.
21st Opal, 256
I was surprised when i saw Clean water in the well, looks like Stiletto and her Coltfriend Flux finished a Water purifier! FINALLY clean pure water to drink and wash.
Speaking of wash, i need to take a bath.
24th Obsidian, 256
The Trade Caravan arrived today, i heard that they lost an Animal by a thief. Then their guards took care of them. I just don't get what Thieves think when they decide to attack a heavily armed Caravan.. that's just stupid.
Worst of all, there's nothing that i wanted coming with the Caravan neither! No Carrots, no new dresses, Guess i'll have to wait for the next one..
7th Granite
We Made a Surprise Party for Lady Virtue today, Dawnpick have become a Barony! I'll have to start calling Lady Virtue "Baroness Virtue" or something now i guess.
and Jaxler emptied the drinks again.. But otherwise, It was a good day.
19th Slate, 257
Apparently another strange mood happened to another pony again, i think it's becoming a common thing.. and since nopony's getting hurt, maybe it's not a bad thing afterall?
11th Malachite, 257
Dear Journal.
I'm so bucking Excited.
the Ballista trap caught one of the beasts! sadly it fails to get a clear view to shoot.. so the Miners craved some fortifications for us and boy did we have a good time!
We spent the whole day just shooting at the poor thing with our wooden bolts, i think it hurts the thing or annoy it atleast. but seems like we can't kill it with theses bolts, i'm kind of worried what would've happened if we didn't have this fortifications to shoot from. Atleast we had fun though.
16th Malachite, 257
Another Marriage! Today Doctor Panacea and her long-time Coltfriend Saw Dust got married, i think we partied almost as hard as Virtue's surprise party. as usual, Jaxler got wasted. Again.
20th Malachite, 257
Dear Journal.
Baroness Virtue gave birth to a little colt, now our Fort full of Foals! I really hope we'll beable to build something for the Foals to play and be at soon, i don't like the idea of letting them wandering around and all over the place, some might be caught in something Dangerous! Glyph have been saying something about something like that. Can't remember the exact word that he used but it seems nice, he's a Nice pony. Maybe too nice.
And by Faust!, The Iron bolts that they gave us worked better than i thought it would. Finally we manage to kill the thing. I feel kind of sorry for it that it's death weren't very quick though, but damn it feels great. Storm Clouds got the killing shot, maybe we'll throw a party for him or something..
Post by: JaxtalMK2 on March 02, 2012, 12:52:59 am
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Stiletto waits under the tree for any pony that might come by. Glyph walks through the courtyard taking a break from his training. Seeing Stiletto, he wanders over. "Hello mein... erfe... erfar... erfahrene liebe.... I’m still not saying that right am I?"
"Hello mein wenig Liebe, you are getting closer. So Glyph, how do you feels about Kat?"
"Kat... The pegasus? She's... cute."
"Oh yes she is, but so very shy. You should try to get closer to her, but remember to be very gentle with her."
"Try to... you think she might be.... interested? In me?"
"Hehehe, yeeees, I think she /might/ be interested in you."
"I... I guess... but... would she be... umm... I... I'll try. J-just... be gentle right?"
"Very gentle, she needs to be coaxed out with honey."
"Honey? Well... I won't force her to do anything. I'll remember, stay gentle... where is she?"
"I saw her beautiful flank fly by earlier. I bet she will come here after I leave."
Stiletto stretches her wings "Speaking of which." stands up and gets ready to head to off to.... Sleep
"Bye, mein erfahene liebe." Glyph lays by the tree, watching the sky.
Much like what Stiletto predicted, Kat is trotting around nearby, and heading in this general direction. she seems to have a bottle of some drinks tucked away in one of her wings. being care-free and generally just roaming the fort like a good citizen. Glyph perks up when he sees Kat, calling out to her. "Hey Kat, where are you going?"
Kat Perks up when her name is called, then looks over to see that it was Glyph that called her, she smiles and waves a hoof friendlily at him* "Oh Hey there Glyph! I'm just taking a walk around." *she answered. Fine and clear.
"Wanna take a break for a bit? I could use some company, I was getting kind of bored."
"Sure? I wasn't really doing anything important at the moment anyway." She replies with a smile, walking over to him at the tree. "What are you doing out here alone anyway? shouldn't you be with Stiletto or something?"
"I was just relaxing... umm... and kinda... nevermind... what kind of drinks are those?"
"Oh, these?" She grabs the bottle out of her wing, holding it up. "Hard Cider. You like? we can share it if you want."
"Really? I would defenitly like some, if you don't mind sharing."
Kat smiles as she pushes the bottle closer to Glyph, "well, i did brought a big bottle. And drinking with another pony always taste better than drinking alone."
Glyph smiles and takes a drink. "That it is... especially... nevermind." He pushes the bottle back towards her.
Kat accepts the bottle from him then takes a swig from it. Letting out a content sigh before passing the bottle back to him again "say.. Glyph? What have you been up to lately?" she askes, swishing her tail from side to side lazily as they relaxes under the tree's shade. Content and pleased.
"Nothing much, training with Stiletto, wandering the grounds... not a lot to do when I'm off duty except hang around with Stiletto and Flux."
"Mm.. must be nice to have great friends like Stiletto and Flux hmm? They seems nice.."
"They are, but I do wish I had more..." Glyph glances over at Kat, then looks away. "I... I think they'd like you..."
She tilts her head slightly, ears perked "you really think so?"
"Y-yeah... why wouldn't they? Y-you're... umm..." Glyph blushes a bit. "Well, you're nice..."
Kat blushed lightly as well, and giggles. It's probably the first time he ever heard her giggles. "mm.. well.. if you think they'd like me.. then.. do you.. well.. like me?"
"I... umm... y-yeah.. I do..." He blushes a bit more, flicking his tail nervously.
She smiles as she scoots just a tad closer to him. motioning a hoof for him to get his head in closer "here.. let me tell you a secret.." Glyph cocks his head, curious, and leans in. Kat whispers into his ears, quietly and blushing along the way "I like you too..."
Glyph's eyes go wide and he swallows. "I... Y-you... you do?"
She giggles again and takes another swig from the bottle of Cider. Smiling, that blush never leaving her face "mmhmm.. y.. yeah."
Glyph swallows again, and scoots slightly closer. "T-that's good... I... I thought you were... nice... and cute..."
Kat smiles down and paws at the ground in front of her slightly, blushing. "Mm.. t.. thanks.. but I'm really not that.. cute.." she said, still smiling. Seems like her shyness is returning again, but she doesn't mind Glyph getting closer to her.
"I... I think you're really cute..." Glyph looks over at her. "I... I'm not getting too close am I?"
"N..not really.." she beams him a smile again, regained that shy looks on her face. It's a wonder how fast she can change from one to another. "But i don't mind e-even if you are.. you're nice."
"You think so? I... I guess... I like seeing you smile... and blush..."
"mmhmm.." she replies shyly.. looking down again and blushing a little more from what Glyph said. and she decides to.. veeeeery slowly, lean in his direction until she's resting her side against him. The contact made her blush burn with the power of a thousand suns. But.. she liked it.
Glyph blushes as well, leaning slightly against her. "Umm... I..." Glyph tries to think of some words, and fails miserably, instead settling for moving his head over and cautiously nuzzling her. Kat lets out a small sigh of content. Feeling the nuzzle, she presses her head into the nuzzle a little more.. liking it. Seeing that He’s having some problem trying to think up what to say, she offers Glyph the bottle of cider instead. He smiles a bit and takes a drink of the cider, offering it back. "Thanks..." he seems to be speaking about more than the cider.
She smiles at his Thanks, nodded and spread a wing on his side out. Then rests it onto his withers, covering a bit of him with her wing, not exactly cuddling, but close. "mm.. Thanks too.."
Glyph smiles, and leans against her a bit more. "Do... do you mind if I... umm..."
"Hmm? do I mind if you what?"
"C-cuddle... a bit..."
Kat gives him a little happy blush, smiling just slightly wider. "Nope.. I don't mind at all.." she says and sighed softly, finally fully leaning herself onto him now that he mentions cuddling.. Glyph cuddles into Kat's wing, smiling wide. So they cuddled.. content and happy.. for once, Kat was pleased to be this close to another pony...
Post by: jaxler on March 02, 2012, 01:14:18 pm
Jaxler's journal
8th Granite
Yesterday Virtue got promoted to baroness, so Harvest Moon organized a party. Everypony showed up, the moment Virtue came in Harvest Moon showed her the letter from the king. After that my memory gets a bit fuzzy so I’m assuming there was some free booze at the party.
5th Felsite, 257
Totem apparently made something “amazing” today. It’s a peace of armor made from bone. Now that’s just impractical. I guess it could look good as an ornament or something but aside from that it’s just a waste of time and resources.
11th Malachite, 257
Some giant abomination from the caves showed up again. This time I didn’t get shot out of the sky, but we failed to even harm the thing. Our wooden bolts could hardly break the thing’s skin. We really need to use something a bit more deadly when making our ammo.
17th Malachite, 257
Well, I feel nasty right now. I’m wringing five feet away from the moat right now, I woke up here. I see a stone pot at the bottom of the moat, and I can also see my crossbow floating off. Man, Panacea's wedding reception must have been something, all I remember was showing up to the event.
20th Malachite, 257
Well, we killed the monster today. The damned thing took forever to go down. In the end the new iron bolts bade a real difference.
Post by: thetyler101 on March 02, 2012, 02:36:17 pm
Missionary Log
Galena, 256
The scrolls have finally arrived by caravan. Unfortunately, they came with my past. Skrillnozh. An old droog from my bandit days. It had been a long time since I last seen him, longer if I could have helped it. After he announced to half the SCHEISSE SOD FRACKING town about me being a bandit I roped him in to taking the scrolls back to the church. We had a talk there. I told him strait, not to come back. This wasn't some dammed bandit town, or black inn, or pirate port, or corrupt border watch, or a capital slum town, or a Sodding dark fortress. This is a good town, with good ponies and ponies like him were not welcome here. I wasn't his brother no more.
I expected him to stab me. He just walked out though. I hadn't seen it before just then, but the way he moved just then, the way he looked... He was broken. Just like all the others, he was just going though the motions now. That was the last time I saw him.
I should have killed him when he was walking out.
Limestone, 256
Ms. Virtue had her first little foal today. A beautiful little filly named Rose. Not much else this month. I'm surprised really. They haven't yet forced me out even when they know my past as a bandit. No pony even says anything to me.
Sandstone, 256
A busy month this time around, and not all good news. Jaxler, one of the best guards we have was terribly injured in the caves. I have seen ponies die from wounds half as terrible as his. He lived though, praise the sisters and praise our doctors! He has inded made a full recovery by the time of my writing.
Another of these odd moods has croped up again as well. I have heard stories of such moods among the dwarfs, but never among pony kind. Is this a blessing that creates these wonders, or a curse as the tails of mad murderous dwarfs would suggest?
Finally, the Church has been completed at last! Praise the sisters! Now I can begin my proper duties as a priest of the astrial ones.
Timber, 256
We had six thieves try to sneak in today. That is an unusually large number to say the least. I got a look at there equipment and it looks like a bunch of low quality stuff, mostly for other races. No doubt about it, were being used to bleed off unwanted recrutes for a raiding army. I can only hope we don't become a noticeable target, like a barony or something.
Moonstone, 256
I have been shaken in my faith. Granit came to me asking about what it was like to be a bandit. The question was not unsuspected. In fact, I expected it a lot sooner then now. It was the way he said it. That innocent way... with a hint of... wonder... adoration, even just the tiniest...
I told him to never ask again or I would tell his parents who was stealing from the stores again.
He brought up more bad memories than Skrillnozh did. If these ponies knew half of what bandit do, what I have done, they would have strung me up by now. I would deserve it too.
Opal, 256
Stiletto and Flux finally got there new well contraption working after quite a bit of trouble. They nearly flooded the tow on the first try. I wanted to congratulate them but...
It's better this way. Let others come to the light of the sisters rather than have me forcing it down there throat. All my free time is now spent in quiet prayer in the church now.
Obsidian, 256
Two caravans arrived this month, along with the outpost liaison. It all seemed to be an on the level operation from what I could tell. Surprising to say the least. I even here we made quite a good trade as well.
I have also begun to fast to further my meditations. I take only one meal a day of modest size and drink only water to purify my body and soul. I do not know when I will end, but I think not for a long time. My robes have hid the lost waight and skinny frame and I do my best too keep well groomed for ad the book of Harmony says, "Only the hypocrite goes into the temple to flaunt his pain to the others declaring it for the sisters. Fast in your home and let none know, for purity is it's own reward. Let your pain fro the sisters be for the sisters alone." (HARMONY 6:4-6)
I almost forgot, another foal was born today. There are so meany running around now a days, I seem to lose track.
Post by: Khenal on March 02, 2012, 03:37:00 pm
As I finish my lunch on my day off, I see Falcata walk by. Remembering how she seemed to have played music, I decide to see if she might want to get back into it. I approach her a bit awkwardly, still unsure if she'd want me to just interrupt whatever she's doing.
"Um... Falcata?"
Post by: Omicega on March 02, 2012, 03:45:49 pm
Post by: Khenal on March 02, 2012, 03:52:20 pm
"Um, I was wondering if you wanted to, uh, get back into music? The other day at the smelter... it, er, seemed like you missed playing..."
Post by: Omicega on March 02, 2012, 04:27:15 pm
Post by: Khenal on March 02, 2012, 04:35:48 pm
I shift my hooves awkwardly, realizing I must have stumbled into something painful for Falcata.
"Um... why not? It, uh, sounded like you... miss playing."
Post by: Omicega on March 02, 2012, 04:52:46 pm
Post by: Khenal on March 02, 2012, 05:01:26 pm
I nervously inch closer to Falcata to place a hoof on hers, hoping to reassure her.
"Um... you p-played w-with... or f-f-for him, r-right? H-He wouldn't w-w-want to take s-something else y-y-you love with him, r-right?"
Post by: Omicega on March 02, 2012, 05:23:45 pm
Post by: Khenal on March 02, 2012, 05:37:55 pm
I nervously move to try to look Falcata in the eyes.
"Th-Then play for h-him, Falcata. W-With a n-n-name like Staccato, I th-think he'd want y-you to k-keep playing."
Post by: Omicega on March 02, 2012, 06:27:06 pm
Post by: Khenal on March 02, 2012, 06:34:32 pm
"But... but you s-said he wrote every s-song you know. He, um, must think you d-deserve to p-play them."
Post by: Omicega on March 02, 2012, 06:49:48 pm
Post by: Khenal on March 02, 2012, 06:55:19 pm
I look at her for a few moments, confused and concerned, before continuing.
"But... but why not? And... and if n-not his s-s-songs, m-maybe some others?"
Post by: Omicega on March 02, 2012, 07:19:39 pm
Post by: Khenal on March 02, 2012, 07:24:33 pm
I try to look reassuring, but my moistened eyes make it difficult.
"Um... y-yes, please. Y-You're my f-f-friend, and... and I w-want to h-h-help."
Post by: L1wW on March 02, 2012, 07:52:11 pm
(http://i1135.photobucket.com/albums/m638/bradshja/GraniteAvatar.jpg)
Dear Diary,
I haven't wrote in you for such a long time. I lost track of where I left you and... well I found you. I've already lost track of time after the incident... I really pissed off that caravan and
I have another sister now. Great. Now I have two unicorn sisters. Does that run in the family or something? Or am I lucky enough to have the magical abilities of an earth pony, hah.
I haven't learned jack from Flux, but that's probably because I was locked in the goddamn attic for about, I don't know? Three? Maybe four months? Whatever. That punishment was way too harsh- wait, what the hell am I saying?! I could- and should- have lost a hoof for that or something! I should be thankful my body is relatively intact, I mean I severely pissed off a lasher! L-A-S-H-E-R! They are perhaps the deadliest type of soldier alive.
Oh Dawnpick is now on the map! Virutue is the baron... ette? Ess? Whatever, again. I probably bring shame to this town colony thing...
I bet everpony is ashamed of me. The only thing I ever gave to society was a very good reason to hate my guts. Ponies are going to glare at me everywhere I walk. "Oh hey did you see Granite? That drunk foal that put a massive dent in our economy? The foal that can't do anything right?! THE LESSER SON OF GLAZE AND CLEAVER!!!"
*the rest of the page is violently torn off, and there are a few damp spots on the page*
Spoiler (click to show/hide)
Post by: Omicega on March 02, 2012, 08:26:58 pm
Post by: Telgin on March 02, 2012, 08:40:25 pm
Post by: Khenal on March 02, 2012, 08:48:56 pm
I sit down as she finishes her story, dumbfounded at the tragedy she's had to endure. I can't help but shed tears as I look her in the eyes.
"Th-There was n-n-nothing you c-could do, Falcata. You are n-n-not a m-murderer. I sw-swear I w-won't tell anypony. B-B-But I do th-think you should p-p-play again. I d-d-don't think he'd b-b-blame you, or w-want you t-t-to b-beat yourself up s-so much over a t-t-tragic accident, Falcata..."
Post by: L1wW on March 02, 2012, 10:14:37 pm
I finally got to leave the attic for the stunt I pulled. I said goodbye to Brownie Bits and walked out the door. After about an hour of aimless wandering tears start to form. I breakdown in an alley and cry my eye's out. Two of the local bullies see me in my moment of weakness.
"Eey whassa matter wit' chu yah lil' foal?" The one to my right says.
"Yea wuts gotcha down yah crybaby?" His partner says.
They both laugh...
The one on the right pulls out a slicing knife.
I don't care what they do, I could be left dead in this alley and nopony would care...
Post by: jaxler on March 02, 2012, 10:37:27 pm
Jaxler woke up inside an empty barrel of booze. he got out and found his crossbow was sticking out of the ground. he walked over and picked it up and scanned his surroundings, somehow he ended up in a dark alley and there appeared to be three figures off in the distance.
"Wha... shit, what the hell did he get himself into this time."
Jaxler put a bolt in his crossbow and flew as fast as he could over to the end of the alley. When reached his destination he found Granite in a pool of tears and two larger foals, one of whom had a knife. Jaxler then said without a hint of emotion "ya know, civilians aren't supposed to have weapons, you might poke your eye out" and pointed his crossbow at the knife wielding bully's head.
Post by: L1wW on March 02, 2012, 10:44:07 pm
My life flashes before my eyes, out growing my favorite blanket, my first word, my first drink of alcohol, my second drink of alcohol, Brownie Bits' first words, my new sister...
Through my tears I see a red maned pegasus come out of a barrel and approach the bullies.
It's Jaxler! I thought, a single shred of hope came into my mind.
The two bullies run off scared as he raises his crossbow.
I momentarily pull myself together. "H-hey Jaxler. How was your day?"
Post by: jaxler on March 02, 2012, 10:51:58 pm
Well, Horrible. I wake up and see two dumbasses about to gut you like a fish. Now I haft to talk to there parents and inform Partisan that there was an attempted murder committed by two foals and then I'll probably haft to beat the snot out of em... are you crying? Don't tell me they hurt you.
Post by: L1wW on March 02, 2012, 10:59:54 pm
"No they didn't hurt me." I get up.
"I was thinking and found myself in this alley, then they showed up. I thought about the short and crappy-ness of my life. That caravan haunts me to this day. I almost caused a war and I sure as hell put a dent in our economy! I am perhaps the worst big brother alive, I mean I have to be an example for Brownie Bits and Wisteria, I don't want to know what example I set. I pity their future if they follow it."
I pause and then it all comes out.
"I AM THE WORST CITIZEN OF DAWNPICK! EVERPONY IS ASHAMED OF ME AND HATES MY GUTS!!! AND I AM A FAILURE TO MY FAMILY!!!"
Post by: jaxler on March 02, 2012, 11:19:57 pm
Your not the worst. All you did was buck up, and trust me we all buck up every once in a while. You pissed off a caravan, and I walked past Barely two minutes before he gets decapitated. We all have our screw ups, it's not like your worse then everypony else.
Post by: L1wW on March 02, 2012, 11:26:54 pm
"Okay, I feel slightly better now... I just made a mistake, only a mistake, it will go away eventually."
I take a few deep breaths and I stop crying. "Thanks Jaxler."
"I'm going to wander aimlessly some more..."
Post by: jaxler on March 02, 2012, 11:40:19 pm
"fine, but remember I got the day off so if ya want to share a drink later just ask"
Post by: L1wW on March 02, 2012, 11:48:52 pm
I feel more joyful when I heard Jaxler's response.
"You have the day off?! Why didn't you say so?! LET'S GO!!!"
Post by: jaxler on March 02, 2012, 11:55:24 pm
"Great" and with that the two head off.
((end scene))
Post by: JaxtalMK2 on March 03, 2012, 04:29:25 am
Post by: Omicega on March 03, 2012, 12:58:13 pm
Post by: Khenal on March 03, 2012, 01:03:09 pm
"Um... do you know h-how to play a lyre? You could, uh, borrow mine until you g-get a lute?"
Post by: Omicega on March 03, 2012, 01:57:21 pm
Post by: TALLPANZER on March 03, 2012, 02:39:15 pm
A large shadow passed over Falcata and Flux with a gust of strong wind following it. A moment latter, Stiletto touched down off to the left of the two ponies. She had a saddle bag loaded with scrolls on her right side.
"Hello, Falcata." *She says before nuzzling Flux* "Hello meine freundlichsten Liebe. I am not interrupting am I?"
Post by: Khenal on March 03, 2012, 02:47:15 pm
I return the nuzzle, smiling.
"Heya Stiletto. Um, Falcata and I were about to, uh, maybe play some music?"
Post by: Omicega on March 03, 2012, 02:50:58 pm
Post by: TALLPANZER on March 03, 2012, 02:57:59 pm
Stilettos' eyes light up at the mention of music and she smiles, seeming to suddenly have forgotten any other reason for being there.
"I love music! Is it something one can sing a long to?"
Post by: Khenal on March 03, 2012, 03:05:36 pm
"Um... maybe? Falcata says she knows some songs. Uh, Stiletto? Could you, er, take her to my apartment to get my lyre? I need to... um, get another instrument. Meet you there?"
Post by: Omicega on March 03, 2012, 03:11:21 pm
Post by: TALLPANZER on March 03, 2012, 03:14:07 pm
Stiletto looked a little brought down by Falcatas' words but she was soon smiling again.
"Of course I can do that Flux."
Stiletto turned to the sky with a playful look on her face.
"You can keep up with me, can you not Falcata?"
Post by: Omicega on March 03, 2012, 03:21:31 pm
Post by: Khenal on March 03, 2012, 03:29:33 pm
I smile as Falcata and Stiletto start to banter.
"Um, I'll see you two there, then!"
I turn to leave, trying not to think about what might happen if anypony sees me get the instrument.
Post by: TALLPANZER on March 03, 2012, 03:30:12 pm
Stiletto grins devilishly at Falcata and her horn begins to glow
"Ooooooh! Are you sure about that?"
Falcata finds her hooves are being magically held to the ground as Stiletto preforms a full force vertical take off
Post by: bukitodinos on March 03, 2012, 03:32:21 pm
castiron gets up he estimate he has been sleeping for about 3 days his left wing is sore.
He decides to work on iron forging,he works non-stop
at his forge. making iron bars of many different kinds and giving them to the other smiths to forge into other weaponry.
As he works he onley wants one thing: to become the legendary smith like his father was, deep in his mind he heard his fathers words echoing in his mind
" Castiron i named you so because that is how i lost your mother: a fall down a large shaft *sniff* castiron i know you think smiting is hard but i know you can do it."
castiron begins to cry as he forges his tears cooling the iron bit by bit. He now knows truly what it means to be a black smith. his fist masterwork iron bars are made. he decides to rest after the long day he had.
Post by: Omicega on March 03, 2012, 03:39:30 pm
Post by: TALLPANZER on March 03, 2012, 03:46:10 pm
Stiletto sticks out her tongue at Falcata as she releases the trapped mares' back hooves first and then her front hooves a half second later
"Glyph says that in a real competition, you must use all your advantages, or you insult your opponents' skill!"
The large amethyst Alicorn then darted off towards Fluxs' appartment
((Hi CastIron, do you know we have an IRC chanel? http://cbe003.chat.mibbit.com/?channel=%23Dawnpick&server=irc.mibbit.net))
Post by: Omicega on March 03, 2012, 04:01:39 pm
Post by: TALLPANZER on March 03, 2012, 04:22:47 pm
Stiletto knew Falcata would be right on her flank unless she used this moment.Now, she was not the fastest flier in Danwpick, in fact she might be the slowest, but she had clear advantage in wing span and momentum. She had flown high for a reason, now she could dive down and take full advantage of gravity. Using the wind currents to guide her body to the path of least resistance, Stiletto managed to more than double her usual speed as she barrled at the door to Fluxs' apartment.
Post by: Omicega on March 03, 2012, 05:05:28 pm
Post by: Maklak on March 03, 2012, 05:13:48 pm
Indigo's Dairy - 7th Galena, 252
After a long travel from Coupledye we finally arrived to Dawnpick. Hopefully it will be more interesting (and less crowded), then Coupledye and New Saddle. At first glance it doesn't look like much. No matter, I need to get some sleep now. I can look around tomorrow.
8th Galena, 252
This place is... less then I expected. I almost regret leaving Coupledye now, but it is too late to turn back. This town is still under construction, and it barely has the basic necessities. The best thing about this place is the pretty nice dining hall with kitchen, still and food stockpiles in the cellar. There are enough farms and fish to feed everypony, and fish stew is frequently served in the canteen. There are no houses, but there is a block of flats instead. I'll get my own room, which made me quite happy. Most items are kept in a large pile with a few adjacent workshops and no roof over it. There are no walls around the village, but there are a few soldiers to protect us. This place also has a trade depot ready (but apparently not much to trade), and Overmare's office.
Speaking of which, the Overmare is called Virtue, and seems pretty nice and competent. She made it pretty clear however, that this is a mining camp, and they don't need dyers. Or spinners and shearers and weavers for that matter. When Dawnpick needs clothes, she plans to buy basic quality cloth from a caravan, and set a clothier to work. That's prudent I guess, but it puts me in a bit of a predicament. I should have asked about the profile of the place before embarking. Oh well, looks like I'll have to be flexible, and do some odd jobs around the camp. While this certainly won't earn me any respect, it isn't so bad, and I'll be able to go anywhere and learn a lot about the inner workings of the camp. Understanding the infrastructure is a good and noble pastime.
9th Galena, 252
Fleece is going to help Harvest Moon with farming. Between the two of them they'll manage, which means I'll only be needed to occasionally help with the harvest. Looks like for the most part, I'll be just hauling around stuff that other ponies need for their jobs, and do whatever odd jobs are needed to fill the gaps. It includes cleaning a lot of fish. It is rather humiliating to work so completely outside my special talent and on thing anypony could do just as well, but what can I do? Well, it sure beats sitting on my rump doing nothing, and I'll get to know other ponies around here. They seem pretty nice, except for the grumpy militia commander Halberd. Well, as long as I don't bother him, and he protects me, we both seem to be fine with that. Porcelain changed her name to Naginata, and joined the militia. We have 2 guards now. In other news my tomcat Whiskers likes it in here. He brought me two dead frogs today.
12th Galena, 252
For a mining camp we sure have a lot of fish. Brook is pulling them from the brook, like there's no tomorrow. Maybe we should export salted or smoked or dried fish in barrels? We can barely keep up processing it, and have a sizeable surplus. While I like fish and fish stew, I do have my doubts. I'm pretty sure we are supposed to be herbivores, but fish and carrot soup tastes really good, and Panacea said, there weren't any food poisonings from it. So I guess I'll keep hauling fish and turtles from Brook to the fishery. Well, at least fish aren’t meat, right?
15th Galena, 252
A peculiar thing happened shortly after our arrival. A carpenter named Bevel was struck by inspiration, and made the most beautiful chair, I've ever seen. It is going to be the centrepiece of our dining hall. This is pretty uplifting. Another good news is that a lye maker named Detergent gave birth to a unicorn colt, and called him Sandstone.
20th Galena, 252
I've come to terms with doing odd jobs around the camp. While I'd love to dye clothes, or do anything else I can excel at, being a “generalist” isn't as bad as I thought. I'm far from being useless, and I do enjoy helping other ponies, so they can do their jobs uninterrupted, with efficiency, and excel at it. While everypony should always strive for excellence in his area of expertise, the needs of a society change over time and it is important to adjust, when there is little need for a particular skill set. For example a town like Dawnpick wouldn't need ten doctors or ten bone carvers, or even ten full-time farmers, because we couldn't possibly eat all their food. Well, unless we sell the excess to the caravans, but that's beside the point if you extrapolate it to the whole country overproducing something. All ponies need various goods, but there is no point and no added value in providing them in quantities vastly exceeding the needs. Dawnpick wouldn't need a thousand mugs for example, but a 100 is reasonable. Sometimes there are also gaps to fill. Some industries work in a pipeline with several half-products. At the end there are some specialists, but they can't work to their best capacity unless provided with enough pre-processed materials of enough quality. So some ponies have to fill that role, even if their special talents are different. This is true to a lesser degree with seasonal or occasional needs for a particular labour, like harvest, or processing something quickly before it spoils (in our case, fish). What I'm trying to say, is that while some ponies get to excel in their field, others are left with support roles. Or if a society is metaphorically thought of as a machine, some ponies are cogs, while others work as grease. A machine works better with the right amount of grease. At this time my job is to help other ponies do their jobs well, and efficiently. I suppose I can excel at that. They will get all the spotlight, and as long as I do everything right, I'll be invisible, but that is not a reason to be ashamed, or feel unworthy. My work is useful too. I can also do whatever is needed at the moment reasonably well, even if it is just swiping the dining hall.
6th Limestone, 252
As if the fish are not enough, we now have a butcher shop, and will be getting cooked meat in the kitchen. I'm really not so keen on this whole "ascension to carnivorism" idea. Well, we still have the farms, and our warriors may enjoy more variety, so I'm not complaining. We will also get some leather to tan, which is not so much different than dying clothes, really. Well, the stench is worse, I guess. We can also use to bones for something.
In other news: I mentioned, this town is still under construction. We are currently building barracks for the militia, and a hospital for Panacea.
Eight new migrants arrived today. Bad news is, we don't have enough rooms for everypony. Good news is, most of them can work with either wood or stone. This means we will finish the hospital and barracks sooner, and can build more houses.
16th Timber, 252
A tragedy. A bandit sneaked close to the camp, and killed Brook, who was ironically fishing in the brook at the time. Militia killed him in return, but it was too late for poor Brook. I guess it is some consolation, that she died quickly, and wasn't maimed and stuck in bed for life. And that it wasn't me. After all I helped carrying some of the fishes to the fishery. Maybe it is my bad, that I didn't notice him, but those bandits are damn stealthy. What sickens me most is the raw amount of malice. If that bandit just stole some trinket or food, and run off, I wouldn't mind it that much. We have some stuff to spare. But sneaking from the behind to kill and loot one of us? No, just no. I'll have to watch my back from now on.
17th Timber, 252
Brook's funeral was in the morning. Everypony is still somber, but it's only fitting. Virtue gave a short speech. Virtue, Halberd and Naginata feel guilty about what happened. I can't offer them any consolation, so I'll just avoid them for the time being. The bandit was a complete mess when militia was done with him. We threw what's left of him into the trash pile. Except his dagger, which may be of some use in a weapon trap. This was a bad day. Even the weather was bad, and Whiskers was nowhere to be found. Well, we still have a lot of fish and turtles to process, so off to work. Anything to take my mind off the tragedy.
18th Timber, 252
Everypony looks scared and snappy, and foals are kept inside. Virtue looks like she hasn't slept in a while. There is some talk of better defences, a wall, some traps, and more soldiers. I think she is pretty good at her job. We were still building essentials during the attack, and needed a few buildings before a wall.
Another damn bandit has shown up close to the mines, and slew a water buffalo. This was probably some sick comeback for his buddy. Militia rushed into action, and killed him, but Halberd was wounded, and went to the hospital. We don't know how many of those bandits there are, and Naginata is all that stands between them and us now. The other guards are only recruits. This is very unsettling.
19th Timber, 252
A third thief sneaked on us, and almost killed Virtue. As if by a miracle, Halberd darted out of the hospital, and killed him. He then returned to bed. I'm as scared as I am impressed. We are lucky to have a guard with such willpower and devotion to duty. I hope he recovers. Panacea says the prognosis is good. She does a very good job too, by the way. Back in Coupledye some doctors would grow aloof to the point of ignoring their patients until bribed. Not her. The moment one of us is hurt, she jumps into action. She cares. We are lucky to be under her care.
23rd Timber, 252
Balista became obsessed with constructing some contraption, and is not responding to reason. Oh well, when I was in New Saddle such things also happened. To the best of my understanding there is something about the frontier that inspires some ponies to make wondrous items. Usually this is benign, or harmless. For the most part an inspired pony will grab a hooffull of items, and make something of such beauty, that it puts even the best of masterpieces to shame. It is however necessary to provide her with all the required materials. Otherwise the obsession is so strong, that it may lead to insanity and death. From utilitarian perspective these creations are usually trinkets fit for gifts to Royalty, or to put in display cases for everypony's enjoyment. Some ponies create nearly indestructible furniture, which has more uses, or weapons and armour worthy of heroes of legends. Some believe these items contain a piece of the soul of pony who created them, and inspiration never strikes the same pony twice. Most of those who fulfil their obsession become artists in their field.
25th Timber, 252
Thanks in no small part to Panacea, Halberd made a miraculous recovery. His wound looked serious, but after only a week in the hospital, he is back to guard duty. I admire his dedication. We all feel safer with him on patrol. No more bandits have shown up after the last three, but I fear that wasn't the last of them.
2nd Moonstone, 252
My birthday. I took a few hours off, and got mildly intoxicated.
6th Opal, 252
We finished building the hospital, including a room for Panacea, so she can stay closer to her patients. She seemed happy and not so happy about it at the same time. I think, I understand. She is glad to finally be able to take care of any sick or injured ponies, and dreads the thought at the same time. We will be moving to another project, possibly a well. We also need to finish the barracks. Overall I'm as busy helping with various jobs as ever.
In other news, a smelter was finally finished, and Flux started smelting magnetite to make iron. This is a bit late for a mining camp, but it is not for me to judge, and Virtue had other priorities with all those thieves, housing crisis, and all. Looks like I'll be hauling magnetite, wood and charcoal in foreseeable future.
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1st Granite, 253
It is spring. there was a small celebration today.
16th Granite, 253
Flux smelted some iron, but it has low carbon content and is brittle. He needs limestone or other flux to make high quality steel. Miners were told to dig exploratory shafts and tunnels in sedimentary layers.
23rd Granite, 253
Balista made an inspired amulet. It is very pretty, but I was secretly hoping for a weapon or armour. Well, at least he is done, and will resume his duties.
28th Granite, 253
A strange thing happened. Miners stumbled upon a spacious cavern underground. There are some exposed gems and ore veins there, as well as mushrooms and glowing moulds, and some bugs. These seem too good to be true, as where there are plants and vermin, surely predators dwell as well. From what I overheard while sweeping the dining hall, exploratory team didn't reveal anything hostile, but it is better to be safe then sorry. Masons are walling up those caverns to keep anything dangerous out.
29th Granite, 253
A caravan has arrived. Virtue sold some gems the miners uncovered, and bought a little food and drinks. There wasn't much of it, as it only took an hour to haul to the cellar under our dining hall, but a little variety is always welcome. The traders seemed moderately happy. I'm sure they expected more trade. Speaking of which it looks like the steel industry is going to take a while. Maybe we should make some trinkets to trade in the meantime? But that is not for me to decide. Virtue looks like she knows what she's doing, and she knows the big picture better than me, and probably has other priorities.
7th Felsite, 253
A unicorn colt was born to Naginata. She named him Rondel. We haven't seen any bandits lately, and Halberd is on duty, while some recruits are training, so she took some time off. It is good to hear some happy news for a change.
10th Felsite, 253
Another cavern was discovered and quickly walled up. It is unknown if they are interconnected, but both were enormous, and stretched far beyond visible range. From what I read those caverns are pretty dangerous, and so enormous, they stretch under the entire continent. If such tales are to be believed, there are great beasts and entire civilisations there. It may just safer to be on the safe side, and cut them off.
15th Felsite, 253
Thanks to Marble we now have a glass industry. This means using some charcoal for the glass furnace, and not steel production, but it will be nice to have glass windows in our rooms. There also seem to be some plans to use glass for traps to stop those bandits, but I don't know any details. For me it mostly means hauling charcoal, and bags of sand. Maybe there will even be some glass trinkets for sale to caravans.
23rd Felsite, 253
We had an election for Mayor, and Longshot was chosen. He is our hunter, and one of the original seven settlers that founded this outpost. I have nothing against him, and we often carry things around together, but I voted for Virtue, as she did a pretty good job so far. Oddly enough Longshot was unsure how to proceed as the mayor, and started by mandating a town hall. Other than that, he seems to be happy to cede running things on Virtue, so I suppose not much has changed.
Construction of the western section of the palisade was finished recently. Barracks and well were completed some time ago. There was a small celebration, and the work will continue on the wall, and more houses.
29th Felsite, 253
18 new migrants arrived today. There wasn't even enough room for all of us before they arrived, so we have to share more. Construction of another house block was committed. Virtue said in the dining room, that he will send a letter to Coupledye that Dawnpick isn't ready to accept more immigration. Good thing, we at least have enough food and drink.
4th Hematite, 253
After building a specialized workshop, Mortar demonstrated a spell to turn plants into a substitute for wood. Since the woodcutters can't keep up with the demand, and the number of trees around the outpost is dwindling, this is a very good news. It probably means expanding the farms, but Harvest Moon's team seems up to it, and it is easier to farm crops than forests. I'm learning that spell too, and had some limited success so far.
10th Hematite, 253
One of the new arrivals, Arablest is apparently an idiot. He talked Virtue into building a specialized workshop to produce siege engines. Dawnpick is a small mining outpost, what the hay do we need catapults for?
1st Malachite, 253
The farms were expanded, and now include an underground plot of Pig Tails. They are a curious plant that grows like mushrooms, and produces fibre suitable for clothing. It can also be brewed into a peculiar drink. So, we keep it in the dark, and feed it manure, and maybe I should change the subject. Oh, yes. We will be having rudimentary clothing industry, but without Dyeing. I find it hard to agree with Virtue's priorities. Clothes made of pig tails are brown, and uninteresting. A little dye wouldn't hurt, and could improve the mood, and I'm sure that there is some room for Dimple Cups next to those Pig Tails. Heck, we could even export some dyed cloth, it is always in demand. But no. We need only small amounts of it, and have to focus on important industries. Such as a freaking catapult.
4th Malachite, 253
Flux is working on making mechanisms, and setting up some traps. Wasn't he supposed to smelt steel? We have other competent mechanics.
11th Malachite, 253
8 new migrants arrived today, including an Alicorn mare, Stiletto. Most of them are soldiers, so it initially looked like a royal inspection. Virtue was quite nervous. I think he expected a reprimand for not producing enough steel for Coupledye. Surprisingly they were all just migrants, including the Alicorn. Most of them joined the militia, and there are now two squads, one under Halberd, and one under Naginata. Stiletto seems to be fine with being a soldier, and not even a squad leader, even tough she arrived with her own escort. This is rather suspicious. Is she an outcast? A spy? She scouted our entire camp, and looked rather distant and out of place. I should keep an eye on her.
13th Malachite, 253
I think the Alicorn was staring at me. I broke eye compact, and remembered about a job at the other side of the camp. I need to be more careful. Tough I must admit she looks pretty majestic, and well, pretty. All Alicorns seem to share that trait.
Oh, and there was another birth, but it's hard to even keep track of those things any more.
In other news the well is close to completion. Unfortunately it will use the water from a muddy pond, and not the brook.
28th Malachite, 253
Flux was stuck by inspiration recently, and made the most beautiful ornamental splint I have ever seen. I hope we won't have to use it. Panacea was very impressed by it, and asked for a few more splints and crutches for the hospital.
Diamond Shard's exploratory mining team finally found some marble, which is as good as limestone for making steel. Flux made a sizeable stash of iron already, so he will proceed to make steel. This means more work hauling rocks, ore and charcoal, but is very good news. Our militia wants to convert some of that steel into weapons and armour. This seems like a good idea, this place definitely needs something to keep those damn thieves out.
An accident happened, but it ended well. Panacea went to see the new well, fell in, and couldn't get out. Thankfully her screams were heard, and Diamond Shard saved her in time. She was alive, and unharmed, but rather embarrassed. A staircase was put in place to prevent further accidents. Some were laughing at her, but I suppose accidents happen, and all is well that ends well, (ups, looks like I just made a bad joke). I think it hurt her to be thought of as clumsy, tough. A surgeon shouldn't be clumsy after all.
21st Galena, 253
Apparently the caverns weren't completely sealed off, and some animals called crundles crawled into the mines, and attacked the miners. Our militia disposed of them, and the miners made a heroic stand, and a few jokes about "mining organics" in the dining hall. Thankfully nopony was hurt. Masons will be inspecting the tunnels, and walling the caverns off for good this time. In the meantime Longshot went to hunt down what's left of them, and brought back a lot of meat. I think, I'll stick to carrots and celery and strawberries for now, thank you very much.
23rd Galena, 253
The steel smelting is finally up to speed. the first batches are going to be used for weapons and armour for the militia, and maybe some traps.
A Zebra caravan arrived, and Virtue sold some gems for exotic foods and drinks.
Detergent gave birth to another foal. There are quite a few foals around for a mining colony.
26th Limestone, 253
Another bandit has shown up today, and militia engaged it. From what I heard in dining hall, Stiletto crushed his skull with her horn in a blink of an eye. I'll give her a wide breath from now on. At least nopony is hurt, and she seems to be on our side.
11th Sandstone, 253
7 new migrants arrived today, including two soldiers and Billows, an EP armourer. We still don't have enough houses, and the dining hall got really crowded. The fact that it is used as makeshift kindergarten and school doesn't improve things. Virtue is planning expansions to both, but it is taking a long time.
The wall is progressing nicely, however. there is even a drawbridge with some traps.
14th Sandstone, 253
Longshot got fed up with having so little to trade to caravans, and mandated production of some trinkets out of rock. While we need rocks to build walls, this place has abundance of it, and miners can always mine some more. It is also a better use for them than that freaking catapult. Oh, and items made of rock can be surprisingly valuable.
22nd Sandstone, 253
I can't believe it. That idiot Arbalest went to Virtue, and demanded a catapult. Virtue finally agreed just to shut him up. I think she is being too nice, and trying too hard to please everypony. We don't have enough houses, and we are going to waste wood and stone on some siege engine. Well, there were some balistas back at Coupledye, but they were aimed at a bottleneck, where any invading army would be devastated. What is he going to aim for here, I wonder? We are surrounded by open space. that is a bad position to defend.
24th sandstone, 253
Arablest wasted a lot of wood, positioned his catapult to aim at nothing in particular, and is wasting stone we need to finish building walls. He boasts about slowly getting better. Well yeah, it takes years to train competent siege engineers, and tons of wood to build even semi-reliable siege engines. In addition they need to be positioned at bottlenecks to have a decent chance of harming invaders. Under these conditions they can be deadly. Thing is Dawnpick is a small mining outpost, and having catapults or balistas is both overkill and waste of resources in my opinion. I have second thoughts about voting for Virtue. At least the catapult is close to the entrance, and looks scary, but I doubt Arablest will hit anything. At best he may scare away some thieves, but I doubt it. Well, at least he is only using it during the days, but the noise is quite annoying too!
17th Timber, 253
Those insolent bandits tried to steal a foal today. Two of them walked right into the barracks, probably trying to sneak on an unprepared soldier, and avenge their buddies. They were killed quickly. But that was a diversion. A third thief walked through our main entrance, and somehow bypassed all the traps. Arablest tried to shoot him with his catapult, but predictably failed. The thief snatched Granite, Hickory's foal, and the militia barely caught him. Glaive was injured in the fight, and Panacea says, he'll be live, but his leg won't fully heal. While this ended well, those bandits have proven to still be a problem, despite the wall, and all our efforts to keep them out. Militia got some steel axes, and they work great (I was cleaning the mess), but they need better protection too. Virtue commissioned all the steel Flux has been producing to be used for armour.
2nd Moonstone, 253
My birthday. Nothing interesting happened. I played with Whiskers.
8th Moonstone, 253
This place acts as some kind of bandit magnet. A few more of them had shown up, and tried to rob some gems, but were killed by the militia. The wall is only half done by now, and Virtue made sure its construction is prioritized. I'm busy carrying stone blocks from the quarry to the wall. This is a lot of heavy lifting, but somepony has to do it.
9th Moonstone, 253
Apparently not all the tunnels into the caverns are sealed. Some kind of monstrosity wandered close to our mines, and the masons were tasked to wall it off. Fortunately it didn't attack us, so perhaps it didn't notice the mines, and will wander off. This is unsettling, even more so that I have to go to the mines to bring stones and ore. It seems that for every hole that the masons patch, the miners make another one.
14th Moonstone, 253
Glaive is still in the hospital, and his leg looks bad. I hope Panacea won't have to cut it off.
12th Opal, 253
Ocean Breeze gave birth to Peridot, a unicorn filly recently.
Militia is getting Champrons today. While helmets are good, they militia still needs more steel armour. So far their wounds were usually to the torso, so they are going to get Peytrals for chests, and Cruppers for their rumps next. With some armoured horseshoes they should be a lot safer.
In other news, jewellers are getting a workshop to cut some of those gems from the mines. Miners were finding plenty of them, and cut gems can be used for expensive decorations of items, and are worth more. While Dawnpick is supposed to produce steel, there is no reason not to make the most of local resources, so I wholeheartedly support this notion.
5th Obsidian, 253
Corkscrew, a pump operator was struck by an inspiration recently, and made a beautiful decorated weapon rack. It was moved to the barracks as gift to the militia for keeping us safe.
10th Obsidian, 253
I'm amazed that everypony has so many friends here. In New Saddle pretty much everypony worked most of the time, and generally went about their business. Here there are frequent breaks, despite all the work, the dining hall is overcrowded day and night, and everypony knows everypony.
Stiletto continues to keep a low profile. I've noticed, she always covers her cutie mark. Nopony should be ashamed of their special talent. This is suspicious. She also acts very aloof, but in case of an Alicorn, that's justified, I guess.
16th Obsidian, 253
There was another attack from those badger bandits. Two of them tried to sneak into the block of flats, no doubt to try and murder us in our sleep. An effective, if cowardly tactics. Fortunately Halberd spotted them, and charged, followed by the rest of the militia. The bandits were killed, but put up quite a fight, and now Falcata is grievously wounded. I saw her in the hospital, and she has a nasty and deep cut to her side. I'm sure Panacea did what she could, but Falcata looks pale and has trouble breathing. It pains me to think, that she will die. Sarissa was wounded in a hoof, and went to the hospital too.
A third thief (they seem to operate on groups of three) was trying to walk in through the main entrance, but luckily a caravan arrived, and startled him. He ended up killed by a trap at the entrance. It was quite a mess to clean up. Thanks Flux.
17th Obsidian, 253
There is hope for Falcata after all. Oh, and Naginata gave birth to another foal today. Good to hear some good news.
Virtue looks horrible. I think she blames herself whenever something goes wrong.
The wall is progressing, and we're trying to finish it as soon as we can. Flux said, that steel armour production was also prioritized even further.
Post by: Maklak on March 03, 2012, 05:15:20 pm
Indigo's Diary - 1st Granite, 254
A new year has begun! There was a small celebration. I've lived in Dawnpick for one and a half year, and grown quite fond of this place, despite the lack of clothing industry.
17th Granite, 254
After making a miraculous recovery, thanks in no small part to Panacea, Falcata left the hospital, and went back to barracks and military training. She has an ugly scar, but covered it with a Peytral. I admire her resolve. Glyph was released some time ago, but his leg is crippled. Despite that, he too continues his service as a guard. Sarissa is still in the hospital. Her leg looks bad.
1st Slate, 254
Detergent made some soap for Sarissa, and will keep Dawnpick supplied. Hopefully it will help clear her infection, and help Panacea keep her surgical tools clean. We can now take baths with soap! It was normal in Coupledye, and even New Saddle, but after so long a break, it sure feels like a luxury.
8th Slate, 254
Kiln made some statues, and they were put around the camp, and in the dining hall. They do look nice, but I thought it was a priority to finish the wall.
28th Slate, 254
Even with soap Sarissa's leg doesn't get any better. It also doesn't seem to get any worse. It is like she is hanging between life and death. Panacea is rather quiet lately, tough I'm sure she does anything in her power to help Sarissa. This situation is rather depressing, and I can do nothing to help, so I'll just stay out of their way for a while.
After all the wounds to our militia, Virtue commissioned a crypt for the soldiers. Today we hauled the last coffin, and every pony on active duty got one, while still alive. The purpose was undoubtedly to rise their spirits, and let them know they will be properly commemorated in case of their death. Some are ambivalent about it, and think this is bad luck, or it makes it look, like they are expected to die soon. I disagree, back in Coupledye we had a family tomb, and nopony complied about it. There are also some general-purpose coffins for whoever dies first. Well, it is good that we are prepared. I guess.
Militia looks more formidable by the day. Their heads, necks and torsos are now fully covered in armour, and they exercise regularly.
2nd Hematite, 254
One mason, Glyph, volunteered for the militia. They are now split in two squads of five, one under Halberd, and the other under Naginata, plus Sarissa, who is still in the hospital. Not that its any of her fault. Since the military generally operates by moving in whole squads, I guess this makes us safer, tough I'm not an expert on these matters by any stretch of imagination. It happened a few times, that those bandits attacked us from two different directions, so two squads could deal with two independent threats. It can also give a better coverage of patrols. Having both Glaive and Glyph around is a bit confusing.
The caverns still aren't properly sealed off. We are building a wall around the camp, and the masons busy themselves with things like statues, but they can't wall off a few tunnels? Anyway those crundles were back, but our militia dealt with them in no time. Which for me meant hauling their bloody corpses to the butcher. I think I'm going to be sick. I'll stick to carrots and celery, and avoid soup for the time being. Glaive was wounded, but nothing serious. His leg is still lumpy, tough.
5th Hematite, 254
Carmine won the mayor election, but just like Longshot ceded running the fort to Virtue. A good decision, I guess, as Virtue has proven to do his job reasonably well so far. Tough it makes me wonder, why are we having these elections at all. The best thing about is is that Virtue promised Carmine and me to find us something to do, other than hauling things around for other ponies. This makes me hopeful, but on the other hoof something tells me, I still won't be dyeing clothes.
19th Hematite, 254
Castiron was struck by inspiration earlier, and made a beautiful and durable grate. Maybe it will be used for another well, we shall see. This inspiration seems to be quite random. Perhaps one day I'll be affected by it too, make a thing of great beauty, and learn a great deal in the process.
Hickory gave birth to a Unicorn filly, Amber.
5th Malachite, 254
More of these crundles have shown up, and the military dealt with them again. Now I have to clean up the mines before they start to stink. Oh joy. One notable thing is, that Rondel, Naginata's Unicorn son, somehow got mixed into the fight. From what I heard in the dining hall, he stood his ground, and is all right apart from a few cuts and bruises. I hope this won't give other foals the idea to "be awesome". We all still remember, what happened to Sienna. Naginata looked quite furious, and I haven't seen Rondel himself, so I'm guessing she beat the stupid out of him.
14th Malachite, 254
I'm a mason now! Well, an apprentice anyway. Virtue decided, that since we don't have any need for dyeing clothes, and Glyph joined the militia, this place needs more masons. I wholeheartedly agree. While this has nothing to do with clothes, at least it will be more interesting than hauling various stuff all day. Carmine will be an apprentice mason too. This gives me access to plans of the camp, and information about planned constructions as well. Since we are painfully short on rooms, and share them and sleep in shifts, a new dormitory was commissioned. It is positioned in NE corner, by the wall, which should speed the construction up. This makes me rather excited.
In other news Glaze gave birth to a Unicorn filly, Purple Prose. Given our population, there are quite a few births around here.
26th Malachite, 254
Today the wall was completed! We should finally be safe from those bandits. Even the entrance has a drawbridge, which can be raised in emergency. Everypony is quite happy about it, especially the militia. There was a party for the masons, me and Carmine included. Yay! Of course this doesn’t mean we can take some time off now, we still have a new dormitory to finish, and I'm sure there will be some things after that. I look forward to this productive future.
28th Malachite, 254
Sweet Nectar put some beehives close to the dining hall. I'll welcome some honey in my diet. Vegetables are good, but they get bland after a while. I was stung by some bees, and learned to avoid their hives. It hurt a bit, but not enough to disrupt my work. Panacea said, a bee sting once in a while is healthy, and makes ponies more resistant to disease. All right, I suppose I don't mind it then.
Flux came up with a pretty ingenious trap design for the entrance. I think it could use a few improvements, and be simplified, but the idea is great. In "off" position it will allow safe and convenient passage, and in the "on" position some drawbridges will retract, and any would invaders will have to cross a serpentine path filled with weapon traps. This design has many merits, but the best of them is making effective use of weapon traps.
7th Galena, 254
We were making progress on the dormitory, but Carmine decided it can wait, and instead we will be building a town hall. Well, I suppose any settlement needs one at some point, and Virtue's office is a bit cramped. Personally I'd rather finish the dormitory first, and finally have a room just for me, but I guess I can wait a bit longer. Carmine on the other hoof is very excited about the project, and I can't blame him.
With the wall finished Ocean Breeze had to run quite a long way to the brook without escort. He didn't want to end up like Brook, and we have plenty of vegetables and smoked fish (I checked out the stockpile under dining hall, while getting dinner), so for the time being there is still going to be tasty fish stew on the menu. Ocean Breeze will be safe, while doing other stuff, much like I did for two years after coming to Dawnpick, and before becoming a mason. The only downside is no fish intestines for Whiskers. Maybe he'll hunt rodents more diligently from now on.
14th Galena, 254
Some kind of monster showed up in the caverns, and was killed off by the militia. Every time we wall off a section of those caves, the miners turn up another one. The problem is, we need stone for constructions, and marble for making steel. As a mason I often have to go deep to fetch rocks, so monsters from the caverns concern me a lot. Crundles are annoying, but some legends speak of terrible and forgotten beasts who dwell under the surface. With all the things that live down there and bothered us so far, it may be that those monsters of legends are real, and can feed themselves. With every stone our miners dig up, the vibrations carry far in the underworld. This is bound to attract attention of some powerful predators eventually. That would be disastrous. I don't know what Virtue is thinking, but we should prioritize our safety over a town hall, and at the very least build some traps at entrances to the caverns, if not seal them off completely.
16th Galena, 254
I think some of those bandits follow the caravans, and attack small outposts on the way. A caravan of Zebras arrived today. Which probably means, we will be getting some exotic food, and they have bananas, but I'm trailing off. The bandits arrived just before the caravan, but fortunately that idiot with the catapult spotted them. Of course he didn't manage to hit any of them with a stone, but he made enough noise for the militia to notice, and kill them on the drawbridge. Nopony was hurt in the process. The caravan was greeted by a sight of blood, and freshly mangled corpses. Maybe they'll offer us better prices after that? It is fortunate, that Ocean Breeze laid off fishing for a while, and none too soon. Well, it is up to her to clean this mess now. Which is better than being dead.
17th Galena, 254
I had an interesting conversation about meditation techniques with Shikashi, one of the Zebras. I shared a meal with her, and I'll be having some lessons with her.
20th Galena, 254
Yes, those bandits operate in groups of three. They also keep coming, no matter how many of them our militia kills. This means those are scouts, and there must be a larger group somewhere. I fear they might attack in full strength someday. Anyway, three more of them came to Dawnpick today. Despite our militia having almost complete sets of armour, the bandits managed to put up quite a fight. Halberd and Naginata killed them, but not before Partisan, Falcata, Fuscina and Halberd were wounded. Most in their legs. Virtue said, they’ll get armoured horseshoes soon, and I'm sure Panacea will take good care of the wounded, especially Fuscina, who lost a lot of blood. The fighting took place in sight of the trade depot, and while caravan guards didn't join it, the Zebras seemed impressed.
In happier news the caravanners happily bought a few bins of stone trinkets for some wine, cheese, and more importantly fibre and cloth. Still no dye, tough.
After all that fighting I saw Stiletto cleaning herself by the well. She looked
24th Galena, 254
Turns out, I'm not good at meditation. I think and worry too much. Oh well.
Work on the town hall and dormitory progresses at usual pace.
1st Sandstone, 254
Things are still busy at the hospital. Panacea says everypony should recover. Nevertheless that last fight has weakened our militia considerably for the time being, and proven their armour to be insufficient. Well, at least they have each other's company now. Falcata was pretty depressed last time she was hospitalized alone.
Billows finished the first set of armoured horseshoes for the militia. Good, our militia's armour won't have unprotected spots for those bandits to exploit.
We finished the walls of the town hall today. All that's left is the roof. I'm a journey-mason now.
3rd Sandstone, 254
The legends we tell our foals to scare them are true. There are great and forgotten beasts living in those caverns. One of them wandered close to Dawnpick. It is some kind of giant bird. The miners heard its screams in the caverns. This is worrying, especially with so many the militia wounded. Halberd and Naginata took their squads, and went to inspect the tunnels below. They returned a few hours later, without seeing anything. Why can't we just build thick walls in the tunnels, hide behind their safety, and only get our stone from where it's safe?
7th Sandstone, 254
Speaking of mining stone, we were running low on stone blocks for construction, so Mortar, the chief mason, went to Virtue, and asked for more. He will be working with the miners in the quarry for a while.
There is a serious reconstruction of the trap system around our entrance going on. Flux knows a lot about military engineering it seems. Good, with those bandits around we can use all the safety we can get. Totem is helping him with the traps, as he run out of bones to carve, and is glad to tell me about their plans and progress.
It concerns me less then stone, but our wood supply has dwindled considerably, and Ashwood will have to cut down more trees. Recently he was mostly helping with hauling stuff around. The bulk of wood goes to making charcoal for the furnaces, as well as houses. The biggest trouble is, there are no trees inside the wall, and going outside for wood is risky with those bandits around. Even with spells to turn other plants into wood, and Harvest Moon's farmers providing plenty of material, smelting steel is very power hungry. I suppose the alternative would be to build another workshop for making artificial wood, and training a few more Unicorns in the spell. I hope Ashwood's team won't get ambushed. He seems enthusiastic about the task, and I can understand that. Carrying stuff for other ponies and various odd jobs need to be done, but pretty much any job I'm reasonably good at is more satisfying, let alone one in alignment with my special talent. Well, at least I'll remain within the safety of the wall.
18th Sandstone, 254
Pewter, a female PP metal-crafter, got trapped in a small dried pond, and her feathers got covered in mud. Eventually somepony heard her yells for help, and Diamond Shard collapsed enough of the cliff on the shore for her to come out. She will be fine. I'm both amused and worried at the Pegasai ability to reach places they can't escape. Maybe it is better not to have wings. I think Virtue will commission some more ramps to prevent further accidents.
5th Timber, 254
Sarissa left the hospital today, but her leg still isn't quite right. I guess after such a long time in the hospital it is as good as it is ever going to get.
9th Timber, 254
Barley, our Distiller was struck by inspiration recently, and made a leather shield called The Touch of Leaves. Somehow he managed to make it very hard, and light at the same time. Its decorations look stunning and the attention to detail is staggering. It is reinforced with steel edge and bumps. The militia is very impressed. The shield was assigned to Glaive and he made a joke, that considering the number of trees Dawnpick cuts down, the name is appropriate.
18th Timber, 254
Fuscina left the hospital.
We finished enough of the roof over the town hall for Carmine to move in. There is a comfortable bedroom, and enough room for meetings and keeping scrolls. Carmine was pretty happy, and threw a party. We should finish the town hall shortly. Oddly enough, Virtue is still doing most of administrative work.
21st Timber, 254
Falcata left the hospital today, and was so overjoyed, she spent an hour flying in circles all over the town. This cheered everypony up.
22nt Timber, 254
Another bandit has shown up, but he escaped before the militia could kill him. They said their heavy armour is slowing them down, but they need the protection. They still seem fast enough to intercept whatever threat comes our way, tough, so I don't worry. Come to think of it, even a strong pony must have some difficulty running in all those steel plates.
2nd Moonstone, 254
My birthday. I got some time off and, small party, and some banana rum. Yay!
13th Moonstone, 254
The town hall is finally finished. It was decorated with statues and quality furniture. I'm sure it will be enough for now. As for masons and carpenters, we will be working on more dormitories. Virtue told us to build them using the wall around the camp. This means some of us won't have windows, but should speed the construction up a bit. Its about bucking time too. While new migrants stopped coming some time ago, we still have squatters. Well, it helps a bit that married couples share rooms with each other, and nopony else, but housing policy shouldn't be a reason to get married. Just saying.
25th Moonstone, 254
The soldiers talked in the mess hall about the need for a support squad with crossbows to intercept fast threats and keep them occupied until the heavy cavalry arrives. Sounds like a plan.
27th Moonstone, 254
Dawnpick is going to have a moat. So far it looks more like a wide ditch, but the construction is slowly progressing. Today Marbles was working on it, when he spotted another of those bandits, and run inside screaming. Fortunately he was able to get away, but the thief gave chase and with all the improvements to the gate still being under construction, bypass all the traps. Fortunately Naginata intercepted him in time. She bit his face off! Literally! While having an axe with her. I don't know if she got enraged or wanted to demoralize those bandits, but I'm pretty scared of her now.
28th Moonstone, 254
UP Miner Chic told me there is a problem with marble supply. There is still enough of it left for a few batches of steel, but she said the vein they were following was getting hot, and detection spells reveal molten rock not far from the shaft. Virtue wisely told them to be more careful, and mine the marble elsewhere. I found that unnerving, but she assured me miners didn't disturb the rocks enough for the marble to burst on its own, and we won't be having an active volcano any time soon. That would be the end of us, to be sure.
13th Opal, 254
Falcata went on patrol into the caverns, and found a really creepy monster, but managed to kill it. There is nothing in the caverns that we need. Why, oh why can't we just wall them off, and be safe from such aberrations? I must talk to Virtue about it.
15th Opal, 254
Militia went to the caverns again, and Falcata found more of those evil eye monsters, and killed some. The militia also found and killed a giant or something. Luckily for all the fighting nopony was wounded, and the new armour passed its test with flying colours. Some soldiers even boasted, about proffering to kick enemies with their steel boots over finishing them quickly with axes. I find is somewhat unnerving to be defended by crazy ponies. I wasn't to the caverns, but Virtue went to see that Blind Cave Ogre, and the evil eyes, and is finally listening to reason. We will be walling off the caverns for good. I sure hope so, otherwise some monstrosity could hurt Chic, or sneak into the town.
24th Opal, 254
Miners heard some horrifying sound in the caverns. We were sent under escort to wall off any breaches. This means going into the danger zone, but I don't care and I'll gladly do my duty. Plus with over-abundance of stones and rubble in the mines, blocking a few tunnels will be quick. Even Carmine went with the rest of masons despite being the mayor. Or maybe because of it, and leading by example. In any case the more of us go, the faster we will finish.
25th Opal, 254
There is now a new squad of marksponies under Partisan. They will be getting lighter armour than the rest of the militia. There are only two of them now, the other being PP Miter, who changed his name to Jaxler. Oh, and they will double up as a police force. Personally I don't think shooting criminals with bolts is better than beating them up with blunt objects, but there was virtually no trouble from inside, so it doesn't matter.
4th Obsidian, 254
We walled off the cavern's for good.
While the rest of the militia trains as usual, Partisan's squad mostly watches over Sawdust's team, and ponies working on the moat outside the wall. This is good, we don't want more accidents, like with Brook.
6th Obsidian 254
I wasn't there at the time, but yesterday evening Jaxler got in a fight with Stiletto in the dining hall. Nopony knows what it was about, but they all agree he started it. The rest of the militia subdued him quickly, and tied him to a tree. Dawnpick doesn't have a prison, so this will have to do. I really don't get this guy's problem. Stiletto seems all right, even tough she keeps to herself most of the time. I tried to talk to Jaxler, and he seems to be a total jerk. He was recently drafted, so maybe that ticked him off? I don't like it that such a trouble maker is a guard, but I hope the rest of the militia will be keeping an eye on him.
12th Obsidian, 254
Golden grains, an EP farmer was struck with inspiration, and made a crown worthy of a Queen. Thing is, we don't have a queen, or any other nobility. Stiletto seems content as a soldier.
15th Obsidian, 254
Jaxler was released yesterday. Today he and Partisan were on patrol, when another bandit have shown up, but they chased him off. I can't help, but wonder what his buddies are up to.
A rainbow pony caravan has arrived. they got rock trinkets, while we got leather, wood, cheese and drink.
21st Obsidian, 254
A bandit managed to sneak into the mines, and wounded in a leg Verdant Flash, a foal who wandered there. Naginata's squad saved her son. Panacea says Verdant Flash will be all right, but he will be spending the next week in hospital. I'm glad I don't have to clean up what's left of the thief. I never had much stomach for it anyway.
23rd Obsidian, 254
I thought the bandits operate in groups of three, but today two more have flown over the wall. One went for the houses, and was killed by Falceta. The other went into the barracks, and was killed too. I've heard that Rondel, another one of Naginata's foals was in the barracks at the time, and joined the fray. Nopony was hurt this time. The same Rondel, who put up a fight in the mines some time ago. Looks like Naginata is upbringing our future guards.
Post by: TALLPANZER on March 03, 2012, 05:58:36 pm
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The wooden apartment building getting very close very quickly, Falcata has no time for long trains of thought. Focusing only on her destination, she reaches her maximum velocity, easily three times faster than the average pegasus without her armour to weigh her down.
Unsure as to just how fast Stiletto was going and where she was, and without the time to check, she hurtles towards the building, throwing caution to the wind. Despite the alicorn's significant head start, she could still win this.
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Stiletto caught sight of Falcata in her peripheral vision but she had no time to pay attention to her if she wanted to make this stop right.
Both of Stiletos' massive chestnut wings flared open and caught was much of the updraft as possible. This caused a huge torrent of wind to blast the ground and send dirt flying in every direction, kicking up a huge cloud of dust. A moment later Stiletto touched down and reached out with her long foreleg to tap the door.
Post by: Khenal on March 03, 2012, 06:11:40 pm
I walk to the main stockpile, trying to not look out of place. I am failing miserably, but at least nopony really watches the main pile very hard. I look around before quickly reaching into a bin and pulling out a small, unassuming box. With it on my back, I turn to head to my apartment.
Post by: Omicega on March 03, 2012, 06:27:04 pm
Post by: TALLPANZER on March 03, 2012, 06:36:30 pm
First Stiletto blinked at the sight of her fellow militant flying through the window of her freundlichsten Liebes' house. The next thing she did was opon the door and walk in to find Falcata on the bed.
"Do you not think that you might in fact be being a little bit too forward Falcata. We should go on one date at the very least."
Post by: Omicega on March 03, 2012, 06:43:26 pm
Post by: TALLPANZER on March 03, 2012, 06:54:33 pm
"That is a funny thing to say." *Stiletto quips as she saunters inside* "Because I remember it being a race to Fluxs' apartment, not his bed. If the latter was the contest, then I have beaten you by several months."
Stiletto walks over to Fluxs' desk and drops off her saddle bag. Then she opens Fluxs' cabinet to get the Lyre and a new hat.
Post by: Omicega on March 03, 2012, 07:10:06 pm
Post by: TALLPANZER on March 03, 2012, 07:22:35 pm
"This is my hat silly. Do you think Flux would need blue silk sun-bonnet? I just leave some close here so I can get dressed before I leave."
Stiletto closes the cabinet and then used her magic to straiten up the apartment. The ruined mattress is placed outside along with the scattered feathers
"This will not be the first time we had to get a new mattress."
Post by: Omicega on March 03, 2012, 07:31:45 pm
Post by: Khenal on March 03, 2012, 07:37:11 pm
As I approach my apartment, I notice my destroyed mattress outside.
'...No, they wouldn't.'
Glad that nopony decided to interrupt me, I walk in to see Stiletto and Falcata looking around. Well, Stiletto is looking through the clothes she tends to leave here, and Falcata is looking everywhere except Stiletto.
"Um, heya Falcata, Stiletto. Uh... what happened to my mattress?"
Post by: TALLPANZER on March 03, 2012, 07:42:51 pm
"Falcata happened to your mattress. I swear, she just has no control over her self, always just diving into things headfirst. Well she got more then she bargained for this time."
Stiletto nodded as she got a new vest from near by coffer.
Post by: Omicega on March 03, 2012, 07:47:32 pm
Post by: Khenal on March 03, 2012, 08:00:26 pm
I look confused for a few moments before I remember the race.
"Oh, the race! Um, right. So... welcome to my apartment? I, er, don't have a lot, but, um, at least the tour is short?"
I smile awkwardly, trying to keep the mood jovial. I look around for anything interesting to point out, but find nothing.
"So, um, tour over? Are you, er, ready to play?"
Post by: TALLPANZER on March 03, 2012, 08:05:46 pm
"My hoof was on the door when you tumbled inside Falcata."
Stiletto sticks out her tongue and then winks. She finishes changing her vest but a moment latter.
"Yes Flux I am quite ready. Where shall we go?"
Post by: Omicega on March 03, 2012, 08:11:55 pm
Post by: Khenal on March 03, 2012, 08:14:16 pm
I carefully set the box on my table.
"Um, I was thinking we should play here. Ponies are, uh, less likely to... notice here, I think?"
Post by: TALLPANZER on March 03, 2012, 08:30:58 pm
"Flux, what have I told you about hiding your talent? Music is meant to be heard and enjoyed by all. The dinning hall, or perhaps outside the temple would be best. It will also give me a chance to dispose of the 'evidence of victory' and pick you up a new one."
Post by: Omicega on March 03, 2012, 08:37:06 pm
Post by: Khenal on March 03, 2012, 08:40:01 pm
My eyes widen in panic when Stiletto suggests somewhere public to play, but Falcata's response helps to calm me down.
"Um, yes. We shouldn't, uh, practice in front of everypony. Um... maybe once we're... up to snuff?"
Post by: TALLPANZER on March 03, 2012, 08:58:30 pm
"I really believe you will both excel, there is no need to worry about the petty criticisms of others."
Stiletto opens the door magically and indicates with an extended foreleg
"The world is waiting, show it that you are ready."
Post by: Omicega on March 03, 2012, 09:30:39 pm
Post by: Khenal on March 03, 2012, 09:33:57 pm
I look at Stiletto, desperation plain in my eyes.
"P-Please? N-Not yet..."
Post by: TALLPANZER on March 03, 2012, 09:44:34 pm
Stiletto says nothing, the look of disappointment on her face says 'I expected more from you' more then adequately enough. The door closes quite slowly with audible groan, and very final sounding *Thunk click*
Post by: Omicega on March 03, 2012, 10:03:59 pm
Post by: Powder Miner on March 03, 2012, 10:49:23 pm
A fresh cut stretched across Powder Miner's face as he backed away from the crundle, suddenly lunging forward for a swing, which took a bit of flesh off of the thing. it struck back, dealing Powder Miner a new blow. Powder Miner continued to back away again in the fight, moving towards the cavern entrance. He was hoping he'd be able to make it to the traps to take care of the thing.
Post by: jaxler on March 03, 2012, 11:09:24 pm
Jaxler was on patrol, he had full leather armor and his steel crossbow. his patrol had recently been extended, now he had to walk all the way down to check on the caverns. he was halfway to the cave entrance when he heard fighting. Jaxler flew as fast as he could and found powder being attacked by a crundle. Jaxler put a bolt in his steel crossbow and aimed.
"RUN POWDER!!"
Post by: JaxtalMK2 on March 03, 2012, 11:41:59 pm
I was resting in one of my favorite sections of the cavern, enjoying the beauty. Even though there was danger there, I still enjoy relaxing in the caverns, besides seeing as I'm in the militia, I should be safe enough.
I heard another fight going on, which didn't worry me at first, after all, with all the nasty things down here, I was used to hearing fights... then I heard Jaxlers yell.
Quickly I ran to the sound arriving right behind Jaxler and drawing my axe. "Jaxler, you have a shot?"
Post by: jaxler on March 03, 2012, 11:48:56 pm
"I'm not using my wooden crossbow right now, I couldn't hit the side of a mountain with this steel one."
Post by: JaxtalMK2 on March 03, 2012, 11:55:07 pm
"Alright... watch my back then." I rush forward at the crundle, placing myself between it and Powder, drawing my axe.
"Powder, get out of here now!"
Post by: Powder Miner on March 03, 2012, 11:55:48 pm
The crundle had turned to the sound of the voices, distracted. "No, I've got this!" Powder Miner buried his pick into the thing's skull. As a fairly accomplished miner, he could deal with singular threats. But not being militarily trained, he found that, unfortunately, multiple crundles were too much. Specifically he found this by a hammering punch to the back of the head which staggered him. He began running "I think I will run!"
Post by: JaxtalMK2 on March 04, 2012, 12:03:21 am
I just shake my head at Powders action, he seemed to be alright though, so I focused instead on the threat in front of me. "Come on, you have better things to be doing... no need to chase Powder..." I strike out at the crundle, striking a gash in it's leg, more focused on keeping it's attention rather than killing it.
Post by: jaxler on March 04, 2012, 12:15:14 am
Jaxler pointed his steel crossbow at the crundle from a few feet away. when he shot the bolt barely grazing it. Jaxler decided that the steel crossbow's only function was that of a 2nd rate mace and hit the crundle in the side with it. amazingly he hardly even managed to bruised the thing, so he just resorted to kicking it.
Post by: JaxtalMK2 on March 04, 2012, 12:52:08 am
I see the crundle's claw striking down at Jaxler and shoulder him out of the way. The attack bites into my foreleg, making it bucke for a moment, before I surge to my hooves and strike at the thing again. I sweep my axe at its side, cutting deep and knocking it over. "Jaxler, get Powder out safe, I can handle this."
Post by: Khenal on March 04, 2012, 06:30:54 am
(http://i1135.photobucket.com/albums/m638/bradshja/FalcataAvatar.jpg)
Brushing off Stiletto's rather melodramatic method of closing the door, Falcata steps up to the levitating lyre and takes it in her mouth, being very careful not to damage it. Rearing up and standing in place, she transfers the lyre into her forehooves. It fits snugly enough into her grip, the once-familiar feel calming her down a little. She shoots Flux a querying look, throat too dry with nerves for any words.
(http://i198.photobucket.com/albums/aa176/Kryptid/FluxAvatar.jpg)
I keep away from Stiletto's gaze and simply walk to the box I brought.
'If it was just me I would, but... Falcata needs to ease into it. Well... I hope they don't freak out about the piccolo...'
Opening the box, I carefully pull out the artifact piccolo and hold it in my hooves.
"Um... you lead, Falcata? I'll, uh, try to improvise a simple harmony to your melody?"
Post by: Omicega on March 04, 2012, 07:34:21 am
Post by: Maklak on March 04, 2012, 07:52:03 am
Lets start with our ponies, and their skills. They go from 0 for Dabbling to 20 for Legendary+5. An actual 0 as opposed to empty space means the pony has some XP in that skill, but not enough to make it to Novice. Blue square means the labour is enabled.
Civilian:
Spoiler (click to show/hide)
Social and Military:
Spoiler (click to show/hide)
Next, military ponies.
Their squads with equipment (Unicorns have shields as well, and Falcata has an extra mail shirt.):
Spoiler (click to show/hide)
Training schedule:
Spoiler (click to show/hide)
Finally, this is the fortress wealth:
Spoiler (click to show/hide)
Some observations useful for RP based on Dawnpick stocks:
Pretty much all the fish that's left is those disgusting mussels. There is no raw, unprocessed fish.
There are a lot of prepared meals with meat in them, and some with tortoises.
We have a good variety of Cheese and some milk.
The bulk of our drink is Strawberry wine followed by Prickle Berry Wine. (For people who like RP discussions with drinking) There isn't much else in the way of alcohol, not even carrot juice.
Only less then half the rooms have their windows.
There are some tame animals, but most of them are parasprites.
Corridors inside the mines are 1-wide, and therefore narrow, and too cramped for two ponies to walk next to each other, or pass each other comfortably.
There are a lot of idlers, so ponies get a lot of free time around here. Which is good for scenes.
Recommendations for Telgim:
Spoiler (click to show/hide)
To stonesense pictures ---> (http://www.bay12forums.com/smf/index.php?topic=96608.msg3067998#msg3067998)
Post by: bukitodinos on March 04, 2012, 11:31:07 am
castiron thinks he should try steel smiting
as he works the forge he sees one master work steel bar come out.
as he touches the bar his hands glow blue
Castiron has actived his dream... he is now a legendary smith
Post by: Khenal on March 04, 2012, 01:20:01 pm
I place the mouthpiece of the piccolo in my mouth and rear back to ready myself to play as I listen to the melancholic song of Falcata. I listen for about a minute to get a feel for it before I join in, adding a quiet hopeful harmony to her melody.
Post by: Omicega on March 04, 2012, 01:31:48 pm
Post by: Telgin on March 04, 2012, 01:49:16 pm
Spoiler: Still a bit of a noob, heh (click to show/hide)
In general, I've got huge amounts of food and I way overproduce. Time to start exporting some I think. I need to rework my kitchen, food storage and cooking and my brewing operations to process some of my uncooked food. I've also got to rework my leather industry, and all of the bones I have lying around. Also got to get to work on getting some better quality gear for the soldiers.
I've already got a lot ready for the next fort update, so most of these changes probably won't make it into this one. All good suggestions though. I suppose I'm not doing too badly for this only being my third fort though.
Oh, and vkiNm, I'm going to fix Kat's hair as soon as I get a chance. I haven't forgotten. :)
Post by: TALLPANZER on March 04, 2012, 03:04:57 pm
(http://i1135.photobucket.com/albums/m638/bradshja/FalcataAvatar.jpg)(http://i1135.photobucket.com/albums/m638/bradshja/StilettoAvatar.jpg)
The music continues on at a slow tempo, the two instruments working in concert to produce long quavering notes, mournful and profound. To Falcata, it's as if she's gone back in time a good fifteen years. With her eyes closed and the music still thrumming all around, the aural illusion seems almost believable.
Stiletto sits down on her flanks to relax while listening to the pleasant music. The two beautiful harmonies working together quickly enthralling her. The peaceful melody enticing her close her eye and join in, but she waits for the two artist to finish their amazing performance. As the song draws to its' end, Stiletto raise her forehooves and claps them together
"lediglich unglaublich!"
Post by: Khenal on March 04, 2012, 03:11:19 pm
I carefully take the piccolo into my hooves after the song ends and smile at Stiletto and Falcata.
"Um, yes. Falcata, you're very good. Um, if this is you rusty, I can't wait untill you get back on your hooves."
Post by: Omicega on March 04, 2012, 03:21:00 pm
Post by: Khenal on March 04, 2012, 03:26:05 pm
As Falcata puts away my lyre, I carefully place the piccolo back in it's box.
"Um... Falcata? W-Would you, uh, like to... keep the lyre?"
Post by: TALLPANZER on March 04, 2012, 03:34:24 pm
Stiletto gets back to her hooves and trots over to the cabinet where the two of them stand.
"That is very generous of you meine freundlichsten Liebe."
Post by: Omicega on March 04, 2012, 03:39:18 pm
Post by: Khenal on March 04, 2012, 03:43:06 pm
I blush under the scrutiny of the two mares.
"Um... it's alright, Falcata. I have, uh, had it for a long time, but... I think you need it more than I do."
Post by: Omicega on March 04, 2012, 03:53:06 pm
Post by: TALLPANZER on March 04, 2012, 04:19:59 pm
A smile forms on Stilettos' face and places a wing over Fluxs' withers.
"Everything is much better now, is it not? Discovering excellence is always a joyous event. I will be waiting with great enthusiasm for your next concert."
Post by: Khenal on March 04, 2012, 04:22:55 pm
I smile at Falcata, remembering how I felt when my family gave my that lyre so long ago. When Stiletto places her wing on me, I lean into her slightly, feeling great contentment.
"So will I."
((And that is scene :) ))
Post by: jaxler on March 04, 2012, 06:04:31 pm
(http://i198.photobucket.com/albums/aa176/Kryptid/GlyphAvatarredmane.jpg)
I see the crundle's claw striking down at Jaxler and shoulder him out of the way. The attack bites into my foreleg, making it bucke for a moment, before I surge to my hooves and strike at the thing again. I sweep my axe at its side, cutting deep and knocking it over. "Jaxler, get Powder out safe, I can handle this."
(http://i1135.photobucket.com/albums/m638/bradshja/JaxlerAvatar-1.jpg)
Jaxler was angry that glyph acted like his shield. So he ignored his orders and walked up to the overturned crundle and stomped the things head in.
"I don't like it when ponies take my hits for me."
Post by: JaxtalMK2 on March 04, 2012, 06:12:07 pm
"Well too bucking bad. Come on, we should make sure Powder got out okay, there could be more of those things." I moves to follow Powder, my leg giving me trouble. I stomp it a few times, then put my weight back on it, limping only slightly.
Post by: Powder Miner on March 04, 2012, 08:53:48 pm
Powder Miner cleared the boulder that he had let go of when attacked from the entrance. "*sigh*... Panacea is awfully busy these days."
Post by: jaxler on March 04, 2012, 09:03:16 pm
Jaxler was following Glyph and noticed he was limping. "You should have let that crundle attack me, my armor could have taken the blow".
Post by: JaxtalMK2 on March 04, 2012, 09:16:47 pm
"Yeah, but I was there. I just take blows by instinct... and my leg is fine. A little pain is a good thing, besides, means it won't hurt as much next time."
Post by: Powder Miner on March 04, 2012, 09:18:21 pm
Let's just get aboveground. Standing here wounded helps noone.
Post by: jaxler on March 04, 2012, 09:46:25 pm
"Ya but now I feel accountable for you getting hurt."
Post by: Powder Miner on March 04, 2012, 09:50:46 pm
*sigh* The caverns are dangerous, and you can't possibly be everywhere at once.
Post by: JaxtalMK2 on March 04, 2012, 09:57:08 pm
"No one's responsible for my actions but me. You don't want me taking hits for you learn to shoot that steel crossbow, then any hits would be aimed at me anyways."
Post by: jaxler on March 04, 2012, 10:16:56 pm
when glyph brought up the steel crossbow it made Jaxler feel a bit stressed. "Sorry but I've been using my wooden crossbow for a while now and switching to a different weapon that I honestly don't trust is pretty hard."
Post by: JaxtalMK2 on March 04, 2012, 10:22:21 pm
"I can imagine, Probably just as bad as the few times I've tried to use a spear... Apparently it gets easier with practice, but still..."
Post by: jaxler on March 04, 2012, 10:43:18 pm
"I guess so. Oh, looks like we're here."
Post by: Powder Miner on March 04, 2012, 10:59:57 pm
Powder Miner knocked on the door of the hospital.
Post by: Omicega on March 05, 2012, 04:24:53 pm
Post by: Khenal on March 05, 2012, 04:34:05 pm
I exit my apartment, ready to go tot eh dining hall for some lunch. As I walk, though, something flashes above me and catches my attention. Looking up, I see a glimmer of Falcata as she soars through the sky. Lunch forgotten, I take the stairs up to the unfinished third story of the apartment complex to get a better look.
Post by: Omicega on March 05, 2012, 04:49:43 pm
Post by: Khenal on March 05, 2012, 04:55:37 pm
I sit down as I watch Falcata fly. Few of the pagasi seem to actually enjoy flight, treating it as just another mode of getting from point A to point B. Even Stiletto didn't seem to fly very much, but Falcata just looked so in her element. I crane my neck back to follow her latest ascent to the heavens, wondering what she might be preparing to do.
Post by: TALLPANZER on March 05, 2012, 05:03:36 pm
Stiletto was out in her full armor doing flying drills for speed in close quarter movement. Two hammers where strapped to her back and she was carrying two full saddle bags of rocks, on top of that she a bucket of water in her mouth. This quiet predictably made flying much much harder. It had to be done though, she needed to be faster, and this was only way she knew how. Stiletto circled around the palisade as fast as she could manage, timing each pass in hear head. after each pass she would weave through all of the buildings, while making sure not to spill any water. After five passes, she would drink the water and refill the bucket. This was what Stiletto called her "Light work out."
Post by: Omicega on March 05, 2012, 05:06:27 pm
Post by: Khenal on March 05, 2012, 05:37:30 pm
My jaw slackens as I watch Falcata drop, torn between worry that something might have gone wrong and awe that she looks so... confident while plummeting straight down.
Post by: KingStrongbeard on March 05, 2012, 05:49:20 pm
Meanwhile, as Falcata is flying around overhead, Glaive is busy sparring with Commander Halberd. Glaive was far from untalented with his weapon, but the Commander was still his better, and it took all of the bearded unicorns concentration to keep up with him, if it wasn't for the Touch of Leaves he might not have been able to at all. But suddenly Glaive saw a white, red, and metallic steak through the sky and toward the ground very fast too fast, 'She's going to crash!' "Falcata!" he yells suddenly distracted. His momentary lapse caused a blow that Halberd had expected Glaive to avoid to smash into Glaive's head. Glaive twists with the blow and hits the ground. He is stunned, but his Chamfron has saved his life.
Halberd speaks, "Glaive! Are you okay?
Glaive manages to stand shaking his head trying to get his eyes to focus, and then frantically looks for any sign of his love.
Post by: TALLPANZER on March 05, 2012, 05:52:19 pm
Stiletto stopped just under the apartment complex and looked up at Falcatas' fantastic display of air born acrobatics.
"I wonder if she would teach me that?"
Post by: Omicega on March 05, 2012, 06:05:01 pm
Post by: KingStrongbeard on March 05, 2012, 06:14:06 pm
Glaive stands awestruck of Falcata's skill. 'I can't believe she just pulled out of that. That was close. Scared me half to death.'
Halberd stands nearby, "Glaive? Are you okay? Can you hear me? Dammit I didn't mean to hit him that hard. Somepony fetch Panacea."
Glaive turns to Halberd, "No, that's not necessary. I'm okay commander. It's just a little bump. Let's get back to work."
The two Stallions return to their training, working harder than ever.
'I worry to much. She's not a little filly. She's a strong and graceful mare. I should put more trust in her abilities.'
Post by: Khenal on March 05, 2012, 06:33:13 pm
I applaud my hooves on the roof as Falcata pulls out of the dive, amazed at her skill and grace.
Post by: TALLPANZER on March 05, 2012, 06:46:59 pm
Stiletto looked on at Falcatas' daring dive and playful flyby. Right then and there she decided Falcata was definitely the one to teach her. There must be some technique that could help the massive amethyst Alicorn move fast enough to get to the fight before it was over. One problem though, all this bucking wieght she had strapped to herself made her even slower, no way could she hope to catch up with Falcata now, Unless... Stiletto darted around through the lower (relative to the sky) passages of Dawnpick and came out just to the left of Falcatas' flight path.
"Hello Miss Falcata! How are you today!"
Post by: Omicega on March 05, 2012, 06:55:53 pm
Post by: TALLPANZER on March 05, 2012, 07:00:58 pm
"Yes, that was amazing flying there, you could give my instructor from the flight academy some pointers. I was wondering if maybe you might possibly be willing to teach me?"
Post by: Khenal on March 05, 2012, 07:07:25 pm
I wave back at Falcata, then start back down the stairs to meet her and Stiletto.
'Maybe they want to get lunch together?'
Post by: Omicega on March 05, 2012, 07:10:56 pm
Post by: TALLPANZER on March 05, 2012, 07:23:03 pm
"It is true, the Deutschmeiner fly more like a dragon and not very much like a bird. Though I believe a talented teacher can train one to do anything."
Stiletto landed next to Falcata with a thump, those saddle bags bouncing and rattling with there load.
"I can use my magic to grapple but it will not get me to your side in combat. You look a little thirsty, do need any water?"
Post by: Omicega on March 05, 2012, 07:30:07 pm
Post by: TALLPANZER on March 05, 2012, 07:38:13 pm
Stiletto lowers the bucket in her mouth and places it next to Falcata, it was still mostly full.
"Drink up, I can get more from the well. It is fresh and I do not need to boil it, so I can get more fast... well not very fast. When do think we could start?"
Post by: Khenal on March 05, 2012, 07:42:29 pm
I finish descending the stairs and make my way to Stiletto and Falcata, almost prancing in happiness at having seen the act of aerial skill.
"Hey Stiletto, did you see Falcata? She was amazing!"
My growling stomach interrupts my praise of Falcata.
"Oh, um, right. I was about to get something to eat. Uh, do either of you want to join me?"
Post by: Omicega on March 05, 2012, 07:50:13 pm
Post by: Telgin on March 05, 2012, 09:14:55 pm
(http://i42.tinypic.com/e9u5ie.png)
Powder Miner knocked on the door of the hospital.
(http://i198.photobucket.com/albums/aa176/Kryptid/Panacea.jpg)
Panacea looks up from the textbook she was lazily flipping through at the sound of somepony knocking at the door. She closes the book and hops up before trotting over to the door. At least whoever it was didn't sound too urgent, so she wasn't overly worried.
"Hello?" she asks, opening the door to take in the ponies in front of her.
Post by: JaxtalMK2 on March 05, 2012, 09:19:59 pm
I walk in, still limping slightly from the gash in my leg. "Hi Panacea, Powder got attacked by a crundle down in the caves... I got a bit of a scratch as well..." I smile slightly, sitting down and showing my wound.
Post by: jaxler on March 05, 2012, 09:24:13 pm
"Aye panacea, ya got anything for a hangover?"
Post by: Powder Miner on March 05, 2012, 09:35:52 pm
Powder Miner winced. Now he was beginning to feel the cuts. "Yeah, thing slashed me across the face a few times."
Post by: Telgin on March 05, 2012, 09:36:36 pm
She frowns a bit as she notices the cuts and motions for everypony to come inside. It didn't look too bad overall, thankfully. A few stitches for Glyph and Powder Miner, probably nothing more. She steps back to the coffers at the far side of the hospital and searches for some thread and wash cloth.
As she returns to inspect the wounds, she says to Jaxler, "Not much, I'm afraid." She motions to a small stock of herbs packaged on a shelf nearby. "Chewing some of those leaves will help a bit if you've got a headache though."
Post by: jaxler on March 05, 2012, 09:54:49 pm
Jaxler wasn't all too optimistic that the leaves would really do anything but he figured that as long as they wouldn't kill him it was worth a try.
"If I chew too many of those leaves It wont kill me, right?"
Post by: Telgin on March 05, 2012, 09:58:17 pm
She smiles and shakes her head as she begins cleaning the cut on Powder Miner's face. "No, you'd have to eat a hundred times as much as we've got here before it would do something like that." She finishes cleaning the cut and sutures it closed as gently as she can, a delicate art she'd learned to do with just her mouth the hard way.
She then turns her attention to Glyph, whose cut was a bit deeper but didn't seem to have caused any permanent damage.
Post by: JaxtalMK2 on March 05, 2012, 10:01:26 pm
"So, hows it look? Pretty easy to move on, just needed to stomp it a bit." I hold my forehoof out, looking at the cut strangely. "Been a while since I've gotten hit..."
Post by: Telgin on March 05, 2012, 10:05:57 pm
She gives him a reassuring smile and takes a closer look. "It's not bad, the cut it is a little deep, but I think it'll heal up just fine." She gently cleans the cut, inspects it once more to confirm that it wasn't too serious and begins to carefully suture it.
"So, how did this happen?" she asks, trying to keep Glyph's mind off the procedure she was performing. "I thought the masons had sealed off the caverns?"
Post by: JaxtalMK2 on March 05, 2012, 10:09:36 pm
"I know of a few ways in, I... I like it down there. I'm careful though, there's no way something could get out into the fort from there." He watches the suturing, cocking his head slightly, not seeming bothered. "Dunno what powder and Jaxler were doing down there, but I got gashed cause I got in the way of a hit."
Post by: Telgin on March 05, 2012, 10:24:47 pm
"Oh, I see." She gives him a warm smile as she finishes the suturing. "That's very brave of you. I really think a lot of everypony in the militia and the guard. I sleep a lot better at night knowing all of you are watching out for us."
Post by: Powder Miner on March 05, 2012, 10:32:58 pm
"Gold mining. The other gold mines ran dry, so if we wanted any gold to sell, we needed to get it from the caverns. Those... huge monsters were gone, so I volunteered."
Post by: jaxler on March 05, 2012, 10:39:03 pm
Jaxler started chewing the herbs, they really didn't seem to help too much.
"Seeing as nether of you are gonna die I should "probably" get back to patrol"
Post by: Telgin on March 05, 2012, 11:31:24 pm
Panacea looks over to Powder Miner and says, "Oh, I see. Well, I hope you can find some way to mine out the gold without getting too close to the monsters down there."
She nods toward Jaxler as he leaves then gives a smile to Glyph. "But I'm sure the militia will keep you safe." After a quick inspect of her stitch work, she stands. "I think you two should be good to go now. If the pain gets too bad, or if the wounds start to get worse, don't hesitate to come back and see me."
Post by: JaxtalMK2 on March 05, 2012, 11:34:22 pm
"Thanks Panacea," I say as I stand up, "I'll be sure to let you know if something feels wrong." I head out, with a final goodby to Jaxler and Powder.
((End scene I think))
Post by: Telgin on March 06, 2012, 01:40:45 am
(http://i198.photobucket.com/albums/aa176/Kryptid/VirtueAvatar.jpg)
Virtue is sitting quietly at the well, watching her two children play in the grass as she tries to enjoy a moment outside and away from her paperwork. Rose giggles as she chases an insect of some sort of another, whiel Valor prefers to stay near his mom and simply watch. As long as they didn't go anywhere near the well itself, she was content to just let them be foals and enjoy themselves.
Post by: JaxtalMK2 on March 06, 2012, 01:45:51 am
I walk over to Virtue chewing my lip. I hadn't really talked with her since the trade depot incident, and this was a big thing I was asking... Her foals playing nearby helped make my mind up though, and I stepped forward. "U-umm... baroness? I.. I had an idea that I wanted to share with you... hope I'm not interrupting anything..."
Post by: Telgin on March 06, 2012, 01:59:12 am
Virtue looks up from her playing children when Glyph addresses her. She gives him a warm smile and shakes her head. "No, you're not interrupting anything." She watches Rose to make sure she was still in sight and nowhere near the well before adding, " What's on your mind?"
Post by: JaxtalMK2 on March 06, 2012, 02:08:22 am
"W-well... It's and idea from my old village." I look over at Rose smiling faintly. "Back home... none of the foals had parents... well none but the most lucky or important. Instead they all just lived in stables all together..." I shake my head snapping myself out of my remembrance. "N-not that I'm saying that we should take foals away from their families... that's not right... but.. I was thinking we could make one of our own, just to take care of the foals while their parents are working, or busy..."
I cock my head, trying to think my words through. "I'm sorry if I'm not explaining this well baroness... Mainly I just thought about captain Naginata, her foals would even come with her to training... I was always worried they'd get hurt... and it can be useful..."
Post by: Telgin on March 06, 2012, 02:18:59 am
She listens carefully as he speaks, cringing a bit mentally as he refers to her as baroness again. That still didn't feel right... "Glyph... there's no need for the formalities, I'm still the same pony I've always been."
She smiles to try and ease the atmosphere. "But I think that's a good idea actually. Now that I have two foals of my own I can see how much of a hoof full they can be." Valor huddles up next to her and makes a small noise, and she lays a hoof on him. "And I worry a lot about Naginata and her family. I've seen her foals watching the training too... and I'm concerned one day one of them might follow her into a fight..."
Her grip tightens a bit around Valor, who smiles and settles in next to her. "If Marbles can't look after them all of the time, somewhere she could leave them where somepony can... that sounds like a very good idea. I wonder who might could look after them though?"
Post by: JaxtalMK2 on March 06, 2012, 02:23:39 am
I relax a little, she seemed to like the idea at least... now about the rest... "W-well b-... Virtue... I was thinking... I could? I don't have much to do when I'm off duty, so I would be happy to be the pen-father..." I chew my lip a bit, thinking. "And... and I think Kat might enjoy it too... maybe some of the others..."
Post by: Telgin on March 06, 2012, 02:31:34 am
Glyph? He wasn't a father, but from what she knew, she couldn't think of any reason why it couldn't be him. She nods slowly, raising her free hoof to her chin. "Well, I don't see why not. If you think Kat would be up for helping out, she seems like a nice mare, so I don't see anything wrong with her helping."
Her eyes track to the various ponies milling around the various workshops. "I think it's a good idea, but I'd like to see what everypony else thinks about it too. And we'll have to think about where to set all of this up. I suppose we'd need a new building, maybe not too large though... we have... twenty or so foals I think? And you wouldn't need to watch but a few at a time I think..."
Post by: JaxtalMK2 on March 06, 2012, 02:39:59 am
"Yeah we defenitly would need a new building, but even without I could look after a few at a time easy enough." I look over the grounds smiling softly. "Thanks for at least thinking about it though... and if you ever need anypony to look after your foals, I would be more than happy to. I... I hope the others agree..."
Post by: Telgin on March 06, 2012, 02:46:06 am
She looks down and smiles at Valor briefly before returning her eyes to Glyph. "Thank you for volunteering. I'd trust you to look after Rose and Valor if I ever needed it, and I'm sure Naginata at least would say the same." She looks over to the dining hall. "I think perhaps tonight I'll ask around a bit and see what everypony else thinks. We can probably get something started getting set up out behind the main housing area... I'll have to think about that for a bit..."
Post by: JaxtalMK2 on March 06, 2012, 02:50:11 am
"T-thank you for that..." My heart swells at that, that both her and Naginata would trust me with their foals... that was the best complement they could give. "I suppose I'll let you think then... I think I have a patrol soon.... but thank you for listening."
Post by: Telgin on March 06, 2012, 03:03:41 am
Sorry vkiNm, I haven't had a chance to fix Kat's hair color. I won't be able to acces my normal computer for about a week, where my software is. I'll see about fixing it some other way, but it might be a while.
I've also taken some of Maklak's suggestions into account, but I haven't had a chance to work all of it in. The suggestions for more images unfortunately I didn't follow this time. I keep forgetting to take pictures when important stuff happens, then it's too late when I come back!
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Virtue's Diary, 5th Galena, 257
Today we finished relocating all of the workshops to more permanent and organized locations. Most of them are closer to their raw materials now, so everypony should have a little less trotting around to do while working. The masons in particular should be able to work a bit faster. I've drawn up a new map of everything:
Spoiler: Huge Map Image (click to show/hide)
This shows the new warehouses too, which hadn't been constructed yet. I forgot to take a screen cap earlier. Keep reading...
We moved the carpenter's shop, and wood conjuring stations to the wood stockpile, moved the mason shops to the stone stockpile, and relocated the craftshops to the north wall. They're a bit further away from their raw materials now, but I'll try to see about getting some stockpiles set up nearer to them with commonly used things.
The gate traps have also been completed. Flux oversaw the addition of some drawbridges that can be opened to force intruders down a snaking path of traps, where they can fall down a good distance if they get knocked off. It sounds terrifyingly effective, and I'm worried that somepony in the militia might get hurt too. I'm sure Halberd and Naginata will train their ponies to stay clear of the trouble though.
Lastly, I received some further letters from Coupledye about their expectations of us now. They're looking for us to export raw steel and iron, of course, but they're also interested in any steel armor and weapons we can produce. The liaison must have caught sight of our smith's work. It worries me slightly that the king is looking for war implements instead of just steel, but it's not my place to question their requests.
Of course, I'm just trying to skill up my smiths and get some better gear. A few masterworks were made for the troops, and this should get up my wealth for invaders. :D
15th Galena, 257
A party was thrown today for Sandstone, who is no longer a little colt anymore. He's a stallion now, and he had his first lessons today with the masons, who he'll be joining. We could have used his help years ago when he was still a little colt, but another mason is always in demand here. We've still got plenty of work for them to do.
We also had a zebra diplomat arrive today, completely without escort. I spoke with him at length today about our relationship with the zebras, which I'm pleased to report is in good standing. They're fond of our little settlement, but he expressed some concern at the lack of trading we've given them in the past. I assured him that our settlement is growing all of the time, and that we'd probably be needing more from them in the future.
He was quite polite and pleasant to talk to. I look forward to his next visit.
17th Galena, 257
Well, it looks like perhaps we would get a chance to live up to that promise earlier than I expected! A zebra caravan arrived today, and we traded a fair bit more than we have in the past. It's come to my attention that our food stocks are all but overflowing, thanks to the hard work of our skilled chefs and farmers. We traded the last of the scavenged badger pony junk along with a fair bit of our stocked celery and carrot stews, which the zebras absolutely fell in love with.
In exchange, we received a sheep, a lime tree, some milk, a little exotic drink and a lot of thread. Panacea told me that we were running low on both thread and cloth, and this should bring us back up to a good stock.
Oh, and apparently Pewter was ambushed by a diamond dog just outside of the fort walls earlier today. The guard rushed off after him, but he escaped. At least nopony was hurt, although we'll probably see more of them soon, as we usually do.
21st Galena, 256
I had a terrible scare today. Somehow, Longshot and Corkscrew got caught on the walls of the old pump network out by the brook, where they couldn't get down. He said they'd been up there for days when Storm Cloud found them, and both of them were very weak from the dehydration. We rushed them off to the hospital where Panacea took a look at them and started treating them immediately.
She said they had less than a day left apiece before they'd have died.
I feel horrible about it, even though they survived. How could we not have heard their cries for help earlier? I shudder to think what might have happened if we hadn't found them...
I'm going to go see them now. At least Panacea says they should recover completely.
Stupid ponies getting stuck on stuff. At least I saw the job cancellation spam on giving water, I'd have never noticed them otherwise.
22nd Galena, 257
Looks like I was right about the thief. Another diamond dog arrived, but the zebra caravan guards killed him before we could even make a move on him. Then the badger ponies showed up. I'm starting to wonder if the two are in cahoots with each other.
When the warning rang out, I ran for cover with the rest of the civilians of course, so I didn't see the battle, but I have Halberd and Naginata's reports to work from. The battle was swift, from what they say.
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Naginata's After Action Report
My squad arrived late to the battle. By the time we got there, Halberd's squad was already engaging the badger ponies. Outside of the fort and past the traps.
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From speaking with Glaive, he was already outside when the badger ponies charged the gate, where he slew two by himself. He dispatched them with a few precise strokes of his axe, and I must say I'm impressed. Falcata on the other hand used a bit less finesse when she killed the third.
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Falcata doesn't play with thieves!
As I've shown the ponies under me though, you use any tactic that presents itself when you're fighting, so I didn't say anything to her about her methods. It's not my place anyway, since Halberd commands her, but he seemed to not be bothered by it either.
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Virtue's Diary - 12th Limestone, 257
Not much to report today. We set up a loom to start maybe processing some thread and cloth into more useful things, and I also had Marbles make some more windows. A lot of homes still didn't have windows, but I hope to remedy that soon.
17th Limestone, 257
Glyph stopped to talk with me today when I was out watching the kids, and suggested that we set up a small building where the parents here in Dawnpick could leave their foals for others to look after while they were at work. I think it's a great idea, as I know Naginata and Marbles at the very least could use a little help, especially when Naginata is on duty.
He suggested that he could be the one to look after them, along with Kat. They both seem like fine candidates, but we'll probably need somepony else who isn't in the guard or militia, who would have more time. I'll have to think about that, along with where to build it all.
19th Limestone, 257
Well, I suppose any reprieve we were to have from the monsters below was going to be fleeting. After we cleared out part of the caverns, the unicorns in the militia set up some early warning spells to tip us off of any new arrivals. We had something turn up today, but at least it can't get to us.
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24th Limestone, 257
I'm starting to retract my statement from before about not fearing what lurks beneath the earth. We had two more monsters arrive today. This time though, they were very deep down, and of no threat to us. I'm going to have to look into setting up new traps on those levels too, maybe we'll be able to clear the caverns for good one day.
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1st Sandstone, 257
We started work on a new warehouse today. Although the rain and weathering hasn't caused too much in the way of trouble for our stockpiled materials, we're long overdue for one or two. We'll be moving our furniture and crafts inside as soon as it's ready, which Mortar says shouldn't be all that long.
While I was looking over his plans for the warehouse, Diamond Shard slowly trotted by and took over one of the mason's shops. I recognized the blank stare immediately as one of the strange moods that plagues everypony here, and after a brief moment to make sure she wasn't going to cause too much disruption, I left for my office to sort through some more paper work.
13th Sandstone, 257
Today I think I may have made the most difficult decision of my life.
Diamond Shard hasn't budged from her place in the mason's shop, and is getting antsy. She's asking for cloth, but is turning everything away that we have. She doesn't want any of it. She just kept insisting that we bring her something new. I didn't know what to do, the only other kind of cloth I could think of was silk and we have none here nor any easy access to it.
Diamond Shard hadn't eaten nor drank anything in a full day, and I was terrified that if we didn't get her what she wanted she would suffer the fate that Longshot nearly did.
There is only one source of silk in Dawnpick, and that's the caverns. Where the monsters live.
I had to choose if I wanted to watch one of my oldest friends in Dawnpick slowly wither and die before me, one of the ponies who has mined up close to half of all of the stone and metal ore we've produced, or risk the lives of somepony to go down to the caverns to get some silk for her. I agonized over the decision for an hour.
I chose to send somepony to get her some silk. Partisan, Storm Cloud, Jaxler and Kat went down to the caverns after opening the beast trap, and stood guard while Fleece darted in, grabbed some spider silks and darted back out. It was an amazing success, and they didn't have to fire a single shot at anything.
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There WAS a forgotten beast in there, but it was a flying one who seemed to be busy flying around and doing nothing. I sent the guard with their crossbows so they might have a chance of crippling or killing it before it got too close, but it didn't matter in the end, thankfully.
Then something truly terrifying happened.
From a breach somewhere we haven't sealed, another monster flew out of the caverns into Dawnpick. I was standing out with Diamond Shard, trying to think of a better way to get her what she wanted, and worrying myself sick that I'd never see the five ponies who went underground alive again. The monster soared over the walls, somehow flying with its body composed of mud, and charged straight for us!
Diamond Shard snapped out of her trance long enough to defend herself against the beast, but it tried again and again to jam its massive stinger into her body, only to find her mining pick in the way each time. I thought she and everypony else here was doomed, and I froze in terror.
I'm stupid and forgot to take screenshots of it stinging her and getting deflected by her pick and clothes. Too much time passed and I can get it now. :(
I also don't know how it got out. It didn't go by Partisan else I'd have known it, I think it flew up an up/down stair case that breaches the caverns somewhere, but I can't figure out where yet. It wasn't the same FB I was watching for.
I screamed and backed away from the carnage I was watching, to be rewarded with Glyph and Fuscina galloping to the scene. Without missing a moment both set upon the monster, with Fuscina taking a few ineffective swings at it. She finally hacked part of it away, and while it was stunned Glyph leapt up and severed its wing with a single swipe of his axe. The beast fell dead at that moment, collapsing into a heap of unsightly mud when it smashed into the ground.
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Glyph got the last blow but no credit for the kill. ??? He saved Diamond Shard's life though!
I was all but in hysterics at this point, but once Glyph and Fuscina assured me it was dead, I managed to calm down enough to see that Partisan was triumphantly leading Fleece to the workshops to get some silk made. I sat by Diamond Shard's side the entire time it was being made, needing her company as much as she needed mine. I nearly watched an old friend be torn apart in front of me, and that's something that will haunt me for the rest of my life.
I recovered slightly after that when Fleece presented a bolt of silk cloth to her, and her face lit up. She immediately set off to grabbing things and went back to work. I think Glyph and Fuscina need a reward of some sort, as do all of the ponies who went underground to save her.
I'm going to need a little while to recover from this, but I think I will. Just knowing that we've got such a connection between everypony here that we'd go through such lengths to save a friend, and to know that the militia is standing by when we need them, all of that puts my mind at ease.
18th Sandstone, 257
I wanted to celebrate today when I heard that Diamond Shard finished what she was working on. It was an absolutely beautiful stone throne.
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I gave her a hug the moment I saw her and told her everything that happened, since she didn't seem to recall any of it. She was in tears at the effort we'd gone through to save her, and I want to make it clear to everypony in Dawnpick that I'd go through such lengths for all of them.
Everything else today was a bit more tame, thank goodness. We finished the warehouse and started moving our unused furniture there.
We also had a tiger pony stumble into the traps near the mines. That's unusual, as we've never seen any tiger ponies around here before. Hopefully they don't join forces with the badger ponies. I'm probably just worrying too much. After what happened, I think I can be forgiven for that!
Post by: Maklak on March 06, 2012, 08:20:22 am
It took Indigo a few days to persuade himself to intervene, and warn his friend Kat about the danger she seemed oblivious to. He needed to talk to her, and soon. Fortunately their rooms were on the same floor, and he noticed his friend going to her room alone. He approaches and knocks.
Kat was just putting her Crossbow away, being done with the day of guard duty. Hearing the knock, she had to walk back to the door, unlock it, then open it up to see who it was. Seeing that it was Indigo, she gives him a friendly wave and a smile. "Oh, hey there Indigo."
Indigo gives a nervous glance at the corridor, but there is nopony there. "Hello Kat. I... I need to talk with you. Can I come in?". Normally his demeanour is more reserved, and Kat seems used to it, but this time he looks rather agitated.
Kat raises an Eyebrow and cocks her head slightly to the side, wondering what's up with Indigo today. "Sure!" she opens the door wider to let him in, then closes them after him, "what's it that you need to talk about?"
After walking inside, Indigo sits on the floor. "Well, I...", he stammers. "It is not my place to intrude upon Your life, but I believe I should warn you. I would expect the same from a friend." He pauses and frowns.
Kat sits down on her bed, still with a raised eyebrow and wondering what's it about. "Okay? So... what are you going to warn me about?"
"Well, I believe you got yourself into some bad company."
The Pegasus Mare's eyes turn rather.. stern. She looks at Indigo like he just said a bad joke. "And.. what makes you think that?"
"Well, I walk around the camp on various errands, and saw You with Stiletto on several occasions. I believe she is trouble."
Kat's eyes become even more stern, mixed with disbelief and suppressed anger. "So... you think, Stiletto... the Alicorn... the one that's in the Militia, the one that ripped thieves after thieves after thieves to save our lives countless of times with nothing but bare magic and an axe the size of a small pony... is trouble. Is that correct?"
"Yes. I believe she seduced two stallions, and made some kind of commotion. Such indecency is hard to believe, but I think it is true. I've seen her with Flux, and one of the militia tucked under her wings. True, she mostly keeps to herself, and is a good soldier when it comes to defending us from bandits, but I do believe her to be trouble nonetheless."
Indigo pauses, rather relieved to having said that, and waits for Kat's reaction.
The Mare just sat and listened. She wanted Indigo to continue and see what his reasons are, if any. Besides, she knows that it's not polite to cut somepony off while they're talking.
"So.. you're saying, that after risking her life protecting us, so we don't have to watch our backs or have more coffins made for us in the tomb, after spending days in days out helping everypony, training, working under all that steel, just because she has more than one Pony with her, she suddenly becomes Trouble?" Kat asks again, as to confirm.
Indigo was rather at a loss for words "Well, yes. I believe she treats both of them as coltfriends, and such a thing cannot be. If this is true, she will hurt them both. And possibly others."
Kat finally smiles up, patting Indigo softly on the shoulder "oh Indigo... Ponies gets hurt and worse everyday. And I think sharing a mare with another colt is a lot better than getting stabbed by a badger thief no? We hurt a lot of many things everyday in our lives. And I don't think just because she has more than one coltfriend makes her a bad pony. Remember cultural differences? Of course you do. You know me, Ponies from different places have different thoughts and feelings. Probably from where she's from, it's acceptable to have more than one coltfriend. We're not going to be silly enough to make a different culture block us from making new friends, are we now hmm?" Kat tries to reason.
Indigo opens his mouth, closes it, and opens it again, visibly shocked. Finally he manages: "I... don't come from, where she comes from. And I will not stand for unfaithfulness."
Kat smiles, laying back slightly onto her bed to relax out. "Well I'm not from where you are from, or she is from. And Unfaithfulness was a really big sin. But do you know what's even worse?" She would wait for him to ask “what?” before continuing, but he just stared. "Being close-minded and dismissing anyone that's different from us. That makes us the true monsters"
Indigo looks even more shocked 'She is lying on her bed... like that, is she trying to tempt me?' "I... monster... " he stammers, but quickly continues, as if reciting a remembered text. "Like I said, it is not my place to intrude upon your life. My warning was given sincerely." After a moment's hesitation he adds. "I was wrong about you."
Kat sits back up, cocking her head to the side slightly again. "Well, thank you for your warning. It shows that you still care, and it's really great. But.. what do you mean you were wrong about me?"
"I thought it would bother you, of course. I don't understand your attitude. This is foolishness."
Kat beams Indigo another smile, opening her saddle bag and takes out a bottle of Strawberry wine, offering it to Indigo at first "Indigo, I really need to talk to you about the great goddess Faust sometimes. Taught us to accept, to befriend, to tolerate.. and to choose."
"I... see. I won't bother you about it, then. I... need to think now." He nods, then sighs, and starts walking towards the door.
Kat perks her ears up, seeing Indigo walking away like that, she calls out "Indigo?"
He stops, but is still looking at the door. "Yes?"
"You didn't bother me. Not at all... Thanks for visiting" She says, clear as day and filled with that cheer in her voice that Indigo used to hear when she talked before she joined the guards... That voice of cheerful, unassertive Kat who shared drinks and meals with him... who laughed and smiled with him... that he-... no... probably not.
He looks at her, feeling better. "Yes. You know where to find me if you want to talk. Just today... I had enough. Oh, and Kat, we are still friends, right?"
Kat smiles at him, nodding and still offering him that bottle of strawberry wine she has "Of course Indigo, always Friends. Always."
"Thank you, Kat. Goodnight." Indigo walks out of her bedroom without even noticing the bottle, but looking relieved. After a moment he perks his head back into the room "Oh, and what was said, was said between us, alright?"
Without waiting for an answer, he heads back into his room. He has a lot on his head.
With Indigo out of her Room, Kat sighs, laying flat onto her bed. Rather worried at her friend, seeing that he's acting rather weird lately... wondering if it's really just about Stiletto... and if there's anyway she could help him... but for tonight... she rests.
For Indigo this conversation went very differently than he expected. At least they are still friends. His head feels heavy, but he can't sleep. 'She thought of me as a monster, not her. Is she under her influence now, and I was too late? Adultery is just wrong, why can't she see it? How can she possibly think opposing it can be worse than the deed itself?' She didn't even try to deny any accusations, seemed unbothered by them and didn't listen to reason. This is a very unsettling thought for him. He remembered her words: "Indigo, I really need to talk to you about the great goddess Faust sometimes. Taught us to accept, to befriend, to tolerate.. and to choose."
'But it is wrong to accept and tolerate evil. And what choice could she be talking about, when condemnation of adultery is the only option?' He was a rather smart pony, and it didn't take him long to figure that out. She was going to give him a choice to either turn a blind eye to Stiletto's excesses, or not be friends with Kat any more. She said, they would always be friends, but Indigo lived long enough to learn that there is no such things as always. Making friends was generally hard for him, and loosing them sucked. After a while he started quietly sobbing in the privacy of his room, and that finally brought him relief. It was a cleansing kind of crying, and it helped. The next day he almost felt all right.
((In case, you are wondering, Indigo misinterpreting Kat's words is at least in part intentional.))
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I finally got stonesense to work, but I don't have pony sprites.
This is a deviantart gallery with large pictures of whole levels in Stonesense. (http://tbaransk.deviantart.com/gallery/35797512) Click "Load image" on each for full view.
I also have some smaller ones:
Gate, Trade depot, dining hall, and statue garden:
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Dormitory, well and water engine:
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Keep and more dormitories:
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Love shack, bridge, and metal industry:
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Fishing bridge and pasture:
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Aqueduct filling the moat:
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Kitchen and still:
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Cellar under the keep and well:
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Moat, and mine entrance:
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Iron mine:
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Narrow corridor in the mines, it should be expanded to 2-wide one.
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Trap for Forgotten Beasts:
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Second level of caverns:
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Marble mine:
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Another narrow corridor in the mines:
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Post by: vkiNm on March 06, 2012, 08:54:59 am
Post by: jaxler on March 06, 2012, 01:15:37 pm
Jaxler woke up; he was on top of his apartment. All he remembered from yesterday was that he started drinking. He got up and looked around, and found his crossbow was five feet to his left and realized that he had guard duty today and that should have shown up around an hour ago. So he flew as fast as he could to the barracks
Kat was already in the barracks, really wondering where everypony is at the moment, seeing that she's the only pony in the barracks at the moment. Shooting at the Target with her guard crossbow and its wooden training bolts.
Jaxler finally arrived and walked into the building, "hay Kat, do you know who has to patrol today"
Kat perked her ears when she heard Jaxler's voice, but didn't look yet as she's aiming down the crossbow sight. "I think it's Partisan's and Storm cloud’s today… seeing that you just came and I still have more trainings to do.." she answered, then fired her crossbow, hitting the target right where it should be its left eye socket. "Good morning Jaxler."
"Good morning to as well" Jaxler walked over to the closet weapon rack and traded his wooden crossbow for a shiny steel one. "You mind if I practice with ya"
Kat look over to Jaxler, seeing him switching crossbows, then smiles "Sure! It’s getting boring shooting alone anyway." After answering the other Pegasi, Kat pulled the string back and secure it, loading another wooden bolt in. "it was more fun shooting at that beast."
"Ya, but the last thing this town needs are more cave monsters". Jaxler put a bolt in his crossbow and fired. He completely missed the target.
Kat Aimed down the sights again. "Well, if there's more. We'll just have to kill more. simple." she said, pushing the trigger and firing the bolt, hitting her target around its groin area. "You okay?" she asked, seeing that Jaxler missed his target by like a mile or something.
"I'm okay" Jaxler tried firing aging at the target but missed just as badly. He then tried again and actually hit a target but it wasn't the one he was aiming for.
The pegasi mare tilted her head slightly, seeing Jaxler's surprisingly bad aim this morning. "You just woke up hung-over... didn't you?"
Jaxler laughed a bit at the question "what gave it away?"
Kat shrugged and smile. Well, at least he seems to be in a good mood. "I think you shooting my target instead of yours gave it away" she said, sticking her tongue out playfully a bit while reloading her crossbow. "But hey! Good shot! I think that one hit the lung or something."
Kat aim down the sights again at the target, firing her bolts again and hitting it, breaking the right false rib and jamming it into the target's lung... if it were a living thing anyway. "Heh, I don't get why don't you just take the steel one as your own and use it every time. To get used to, better that way."
"Do what? I came to town with my wooden crossbow and my crossbow has saved my life on many occasions. What kind of a pony would I be if I just dropped it into a stockpile and let it rot?
Kat raises her eyebrow at the question "why would you drop it into a stockpile? Ask the carpenter to make a box for it and keep it for generations to come sounds like a good idea. Should give the poor thing some rest. But it's your crossbow; do what you want with it I guess?"
Jaxler laughed a bit and walked over to the weapon rack. He picked up his wooden crossbow pulled back the string put a bolt in it. When fired the bolt landed right between where the target’s eyes would be. "I don't think this thing wants to retire anytime soon."
Kat shrugged slightly, reloading her crossbow "well, looks like you got your aims back. You're really used to waking up hung-over do you?"
"Yes, yes I am. Getting hung over isn't all too bad once you get used to the headaches." Jaxler then picked his steel crossbow back up and fired it. This time the bolt hit the ceiling.
"Yes, that... or your steel crossbow's aim is way off. Maybe you should get that thing checked out sometimes no?" she suggested. Firing off her own bolt and hitting the target's midsection. "I'm really getting tired of shooting targets all day, you know?"
"Well being part of the guard really isn't as action packed as it seems. If you think this is boring then just wait till you haft to fill out paperwork, or listen to a pissed off old mare file a complaint about the sun being Too bright"
Kat finally is pleased with all the shooting, she slung her crossbow across her back and stretches out, flexing her wings as well to see if it's still working and haven’t gone numb to death yet. "Well, at least we don't get sent head-first into a bunch of monsters like the militia anyway... but there's these rumors of sieges or something now that we're a barony Probably why Partisan set up more targets and making them further and harder… heh... a siege. What do you think?" She asked, leaving the shooting area of the barracks to find a place to sit at for now.
Jaxler walked over a weapon rack and traded his steel crossbow for his wooden one and followed Kat out of the firing range. "If we were to be besieged I'd say our chances of survival depend on how much the enemy wants us dead."
She reaches the lounging area of the barracks, finding a table to sit at and taking out her own supply, already wanting to eat. "Another factor would be how good we are, and how good THEY are." she continued, taking out her bottle of Longland beer and some carrots
"Ya but skill is irrelevant if they send 90+ ponies mounted on war elephants all of whom are wearing full metal armor."
"You want to know what’s irrelevant? Time of death." she said, biting onto the tip of her carrot before downing it with her Longland beer. "Whatever you do, whatever happens, whoever you are, you die. Simple as that."
"Yep, you die. Which is why you might as well decide enjoy the time you got. Time of death is irrelevant but being able to die with a sincere smile is."
Kat pondered for a moment as she takes another bite from her carrot "hmm... I think I told you something similar when you asked me before I joined the guards..
Jaxler laughed a bit. "Why are talking about something a unpleasant as death right now."
Kat giggled before taking another swig of her drinks "who knows? Maybe I’m a sick, sick pony who could only taste food if she talks about death and destruction." she joked. Taking a large bite out of her carrot
"Man, I just realized that I haven't eaten today. Can I barrow some money so I can go buy some food"
Kat tilted her head ever so slightly from the request "don't you get free food? I mean, we're allowed to just walk in and grab something from the food storage anyway. Right? Or something from the Guard's supplies?"
"All the food here Taste bland. I was actually gonna walk over to the kitchen and pay the cook to make me something decent"
"Ah, sure! How many bits do you want?"
"Enough"
Kat taps her chin for a moment, then open her poach of bits, taking four bits out of it and place it on the table before pushing it towards Jaxler "there, should be enough."
Jaxler picked up the bits and said "thanks". He then started to walk out the door.
Kat waves Jaxler goodbye as she continues to eat her food there where she is.
Post by: jaxler on March 06, 2012, 04:55:37 pm
Jaxler was in the meeting hall, he had his diner, a nice barrel of booze, and was sitting in his favorite seat. He had finished a long day of patrol and target practice. The day was coming to an end and he was about to drink away another day of repetitive mundane boredom, when he saw an orange pony walk into the building.
Post by: Khenal on March 06, 2012, 05:04:09 pm
I sigh as I enter the dining hall, having nopony to eat with tonight. Glancing around, I notice the pony who saved my life in the caverns: Jaxler. I shrug as I start over to him.
'Who knows, maybe he'd like some company, too.'
"Um... heya Jaxler. Uh, want some company for dinner?"
Post by: jaxler on March 06, 2012, 05:06:33 pm
"Hay Flux. Sure, drinking is always more fun with company"
Post by: Khenal on March 06, 2012, 05:21:31 pm
I smile when he agrees to my company, glad to not have to eat alone. I quickly grab something to eat and a weak drink, then return. As I stary to dine, I try to think of something to say to strike up conversation. All I can think of, though, seems a bit rude to ask.
'Well... he's a pretty straight foreward pony, maybe he won't mind?'
"Um... Jaxler? Why, uh... why don't you like Stiletto?"
Post by: jaxler on March 06, 2012, 05:37:21 pm
Jaxler slouched a bit. He really didn't want to think about alicorns right now, but he figured flux probably deserved some sort of reason for him disliking his marefriend. so he took a swig of booze and said "I don't dislike Stiletto I dislike alicorns..."
Post by: Khenal on March 06, 2012, 05:40:45 pm
His answer just confuses me more.
'They're a bit intimidating, but that can't be why he doesn't like them. I don't think anything could intimidate him...'
I take another bite before carefully continuing the topic, hoping to avoid any potential pitfalls.
"Um... all alicorns? But, uh, you haven't meet them all, right?"
Post by: jaxler on March 06, 2012, 05:46:10 pm
"Yes all alicorns and no I haven't met them all but I still have my reasons."
Post by: Khenal on March 06, 2012, 05:48:29 pm
I nervously take another bite and another drink, finding the term 'liquid courage' to be a false one.
"Um... r-reasons?"
Post by: jaxler on March 06, 2012, 05:57:28 pm
Jaxler didn't see any reason to say anything, he just moved his hoof over to where his left kidney would be. he was pointing out his huge faded burn scar.
Post by: Khenal on March 06, 2012, 06:01:07 pm
My eyes widen when I realize what Jaxler is trying to say, but I can't help but keep talking.
"Um... but one alicorn being, uh... bad... doesn't mean they all are... right?"
Post by: jaxler on March 06, 2012, 06:33:22 pm
"Who said this damned scar was the only thing horrible an alicorn has ever done to me and who said that it was all done solely by one alicorn?"
Post by: Khenal on March 06, 2012, 06:45:37 pm
I look away, unsure what else to say.
"Um... sorry..."
Post by: jaxler on March 06, 2012, 07:08:22 pm
"Don't be sorry it's not like any of this is your fault."
Post by: Khenal on March 06, 2012, 07:09:43 pm
"Um... what... what happened?"
Post by: jaxler on March 06, 2012, 07:15:21 pm
"Please, I'd prefer not to talk about the event."
Post by: Khenal on March 06, 2012, 07:18:07 pm
I look down ay my hooves and mumble.
"Sorry..."
Post by: jaxler on March 06, 2012, 07:26:50 pm
Jaxler noticed that flux was a bit distressed.
"I know I already said this, but Don't be sorry it's not like any of this is your fault."
Post by: L1wW on March 06, 2012, 07:30:22 pm
Bucking hell these tumblers are hard! I thought, Stiletto would be pretty angry if she found out I was trying to break into her house...
I notice the shadow of an alicorn covering the door as I work.
Crap. I turn around. "Hey Stiletto, how's it going?"
I try to put on a sheepish grin in hopes she won't drive my head into the nearest solid object.
Post by: Khenal on March 06, 2012, 07:31:03 pm
I shift in my seat, uncomfortable with making Jaxler unhappy.
"But... but I brought up... something, um, painful for you."
Post by: TALLPANZER on March 06, 2012, 07:39:17 pm
"Granite what are you doing to my door?"
Stiletto looked extremely agitated, but something was holding the lions' share of her anger in check. What ever it was, however, was not stopping the clouds of steam coming from her nostrils.
"Just tell me you have a GOOD reason!"
Post by: jaxler on March 06, 2012, 07:41:49 pm
"Heh, painful? Trust me, I have a pretty high pain tolerance, and as long as I drink a keg of booze every day or so, something as annoying as pain really doesn't bother me all too much."
Post by: L1wW on March 06, 2012, 07:42:42 pm
"Uh, as you can see I was trying to pick the lock to your door! And... uh... I wanted to go grab and then read your diary... so I could find the trap designs you and Flux were talking about a couple nights back!"
Oh god please help me!
Post by: TALLPANZER on March 06, 2012, 07:52:12 pm
"You.. why... how!?... GRRRRRRRRRRRRRAAAAAAAAW!"
Stiletto smashed both hooves down on the ground, shattering the walkway beneath her. She just stands there seething for a moment.
"Granite, why? why can you not just ask for things? You are Fluxs' student now!"
Stiletto breaths out heavily several times
"I would prefer that you come to me and ask for something."
Post by: L1wW on March 06, 2012, 07:56:10 pm
"But asking yields a fifty percent chance of no. And my method works perfectly: eavesdrop off of you and Flux for any necessary information and then break into your house when your off on patrol. It works out well every time!"
Post by: Khenal on March 06, 2012, 07:57:49 pm
I raise my eyes to meet Jaxler's, tears only just contained.
"But... but it must bother you, if... if you have to drink so much... if you w-want to f-f-forget..."
Post by: TALLPANZER on March 06, 2012, 08:00:18 pm
"I caught you, and this is not the first time I have caught you. What is Kat saw you here? You would under arrest again. That means you plan failed. One more thing, how much Highpony do you know?"
Post by: L1wW on March 06, 2012, 08:15:04 pm
"Well, you didn't catch me just yet- WAIT! Nevemind, you could just hold me with your magic..."
Wait, what if Kat saw? "Who's Kat? Is she hot? 'Cause mabye I would want to get spotted by her." Stiletto is so gonna slap me for that...
"And no, I don't speak highpony, it just sounds like some rich foriegn dude yelling random gibberish, atleast that's what Jaxler says..."
Problem Stiletto? I think to myself, a smile creeping on my face.
Post by: jaxler on March 06, 2012, 08:19:29 pm
Jaxler bent over and picked up his crossbow. He then showed it's underside to Flux. Right above the trigger there was a some words carved into the wood that read "19th of opal, 228".
"If I wanted to forget what happened why would I kept this crossbow for 28 years?"
Post by: Khenal on March 06, 2012, 08:26:57 pm
"But... but what happened? Wh... what happened to... to m-m-make you hate them so m-m-much?"
Post by: jaxler on March 06, 2012, 08:30:53 pm
"I refuse to tell you... but if you wan't to have a general idea of what happened, then take everything you love and set it on fire."
Post by: TALLPANZER on March 06, 2012, 08:31:06 pm
Stiletto gave Granite a look so flat it could level a mountain.
"Kat is a guard who, unlike Jaxler, takes her job seriously, she would have you in Irons in front of your parents again. Your ignorance of my language would be a hindrance because even if you had not been caught, you could not read my designs at all. Törichtes Kind, do you just not think? what is it that makes you act this way?"
Post by: L1wW on March 06, 2012, 08:40:30 pm
"Well you see, my mom was an earth pony and my dad was a pegasus. My older sister is a unicorn, so what the doctors said was that my prodigal sister teleported mom and pa when I was born, Earth Ponies can't stand on clouds. So my dad chose to save mommy, while I went head-first into a pond. Also I drink a lot of booze, that alone must have killed a good portion of my brain cells. So yes, I was dropped on my head as a baby."
I pause and decide to push Stiletto's forgiveness.
"You didn't answer my question though, is Kat hot? Because her name alone makes her sound like an eight out of ten."
If she can tolerate this then she must have nerves of steel!
Post by: TALLPANZER on March 06, 2012, 08:48:40 pm
"Nine out of ten." And then Stiletto smiled and winked
Stiletto looked over and around Granites' head, checking for scars.
"What are you really trying to say Granite? I do not speak midpony that well so please, be very clear with your intent."
Post by: L1wW on March 06, 2012, 08:58:05 pm
That answer shocked me straight to the core. "You asked for my problems, I gave them to you. As in I was probably raised poorly by my family considering I am the only son amongst three unicorn sisters."
"Teen years are gonna suck when they figure out how to use magic..."
I remember the stuffed animals they had and how torn they became after a little 'temper tantrum.'
Then I remember Stiletto's response.
"I swear to you miss Alicorn if you hit on any of my sisters from now unti twenty years later, I will... do... something... crap. Anyway are you gonna do anything to me for attempted burglary and possibly hitting on a member of the guard? Also threatning a memeber of the guard too? What if I were to pay you to look the other wa- NEVERMIND."
Post by: Khenal on March 06, 2012, 08:59:05 pm
I stare in horror as Jaxler's words hit home.
'Stiletto? My friends? My family?'
I slowly get up, eyes locked on my hooves.
"Sorry..."
Then I slowly make my way for the door, half-eaten dinner forgotten.
Post by: TALLPANZER on March 06, 2012, 09:12:16 pm
Stiletto sighs heavily and then unlocks her door
"Granite, you just seem like a sad little foal to me. I will not punish you, or tell on you, or steal your sisters away. I just want you to be a good little foal, one who finds his place in Dawnpick and excels. Is that not what you want?"
Post by: jaxler on March 06, 2012, 09:12:44 pm
"I SAID DON'T BE SORRY!"
Post by: L1wW on March 06, 2012, 09:17:12 pm
"Excel? What could I possibly excel at? My lack of strength hinders any success in the military, I don't see myself as a carpenter or mason, I might do something as a miner if I'm lucky, and Flux whines more about stuff then smelting ores! And I may have burned a few parts of Flux that you may want to talk to him about..."
I then contemplate my future.
"I will probably end up being the civilian form of Jaxler..."
Post by: Khenal on March 06, 2012, 09:20:34 pm
At his outburst, I simply collapse into sobs; too wracked with guilt and sorrow to even apologize again.
Post by: jaxler on March 06, 2012, 09:28:54 pm
Jaxler was confused as could be when Flux hit the ground crying. he walked over to the sad stallion and sat down next to him.
"Flux, I'm sorry, I didn't mean too... be such a belligerent drunken jackass. You didn't do anything wrong, It was me. I should have just changed the subject."
Post by: TALLPANZER on March 06, 2012, 09:29:54 pm
"I think he would be rather disappointed to hear that. I do not think he saved you from the well so you could waist your life in self-pity."
Stiletto opens her door and magically brings a small book out. It hoovers in the air just out of Granites' reach
"You get to chose you life Granite. Now tell me what you really want from it."
Post by: L1wW on March 06, 2012, 09:34:40 pm
"What does Arbalest have to do with anything? I could have pulled myself out of the well eventually, I'm sure there's some service ladder somewhere and really has Flux ever mentioned any achievement I achieved while studying under him? No! Because I never achieved anything while working with him! Oh and please Great and Powerful Stiletto! Tell me what I'm destined to do for the rest of my pointless life!"
Post by: Khenal on March 06, 2012, 09:37:55 pm
I continue sobbing, covering my eyes with my forelegs.
"B-B-But I k-kept p-p-pushing! A-And now I'm j-just making it w-w-worse!"
Post by: TALLPANZER on March 06, 2012, 09:41:29 pm
Stiletto reaches out with a hoof and musses Granites' hair
"Did I not just say only you can chose that? I know I do not speak mid pony very well, but I should think that my question was strait forward. What do you really want to do with your life?"
Post by: jaxler on March 06, 2012, 09:45:31 pm
"so, you did nothing wrong, I was the one who yelled."
Post by: L1wW on March 06, 2012, 09:46:52 pm
"I want to protect people, but at the same time I am way too weak to join the military, so if there is a job to help protect those that protect people who need to be protected then I would sign up in an instant. That job I believe is to be a smith or a smelter, as in forging the ignots and then armor that could save a soldiers life as he engages an enemy force. Problem is I suck at smithing in general, just ask Flux."
Post by: TALLPANZER on March 06, 2012, 09:53:04 pm
"You need to work hard to get better at anything you do. If it was easy, everypony would do everything. You will be a great weapon smith if you try. Now, what did you want to take from my apartment?"
Post by: Khenal on March 06, 2012, 09:54:49 pm
"B-But it hurts and... and I kept asking, in-instead of j-just d-d-dropping it!"
Post by: L1wW on March 06, 2012, 09:56:11 pm
"There are lots of things I would take from your apartment, but the main things are those diagrams you had, course they're in old pony or whatever so I won't understand anything. I guess I'll just casually walk out your door and come back in maybe a few hours or so when your asleep..."
Post by: jaxler on March 06, 2012, 10:00:36 pm
"please don't think that I'm mad at you... because I'm not angry with you, I'm angry with myself."
Post by: TALLPANZER on March 06, 2012, 10:05:00 pm
"If you come back then I can assure you, I will not be sleeping."
Five bits and a book fall to the ground at Granites' hooves.
"That book has been translated into midpony, it is a book on ores, take it and learn. Those bits are for you to buy yourself some candy. Please just stay out of trouble, there are ponies that worry about you Granite. Many more then you think."
Post by: L1wW on March 06, 2012, 10:07:53 pm
"Okay, I really appreciate the book on ores, but money for candy? What am I? A foal?! But why give me a book after I attempted to break into your apartment? I guess I'll accept the gifts either way..."
Post by: Khenal on March 06, 2012, 10:10:02 pm
"But... but why?! I almost got you killed in the caverns, and the a-alicorns almost killed you, too! And... and..."
I break down again, frustration, sorrow and anger taking my words.
Post by: jaxler on March 06, 2012, 10:31:51 pm
Jaxler just sat there silently.
Post by: TALLPANZER on March 06, 2012, 10:32:49 pm
"Spend it how you like, but I bet your sisters would rather see you enjoying some nice sweets then drunk in the dinning hall again."
Post by: L1wW on March 06, 2012, 10:38:59 pm
"HEY!!! I made sure they didn't see me in my moments! But, I see where you're going with this... I guess I'll tone down on the drinking... and you know what? Maybe I'll make little flower crowns with them. And I'll stop stealing from people for awhile! YEAH!!! I'll become the best brother ever!"
Post by: Khenal on March 06, 2012, 10:54:49 pm
I peek up between my hooves at Jaxler, still sobbing.
"So... So why d-d-don't you hate m-m-me?"
Post by: jaxler on March 06, 2012, 10:56:46 pm
"I don't hate you, in fact I'd go so far as to call you my friend."
Post by: Khenal on March 06, 2012, 11:04:07 pm
"But they almost k-killed you, and y-you hate them! I al-almost killed you, w-why would you c-call me f-f-friend?"
Post by: jaxler on March 06, 2012, 11:18:09 pm
"It's my fault that me and you almost got killed in the caves. I decided to go down with you even though I knew it was dangerous. And if you want to know why I see you as a friend it's because you where honestly the only pony in the entire fort who even bothered to talk to me when I was in a bed clinging to my life. Arbalest wondered in and stiletto just followed you there and in the end only you decided to go out of there way to check up on poor Jaxler. You are the only pony who cared if I was alive or not, and that's why I'd like to call you a friend."
Post by: TALLPANZER on March 06, 2012, 11:37:30 pm
"That is the way to be thinking, Granite!"
Stiletto smiled at the young Colt and nodded, quiet pleased at his decision turn over a new page in his little life.
"I know they would enjoy picking flowers with you, just remember to ask a guard or militant, who is not too busy, to go with you if you go outside the walls."
Post by: L1wW on March 06, 2012, 11:43:28 pm
"Thanks again Stiletto! I totally won't go into a relapse within this month and go back to my old ways! I promise I will find my talent and achieve my destiny!"
I then walk out of the apartment, but then I trip over a rock and fall into the well, again.
"Horse feathers!"
((End Scene?))
Post by: Dsarker on March 07, 2012, 12:02:55 am
She was too busy being happy to notice the well in front of her or her father's warning and tripped up over and into the well. After a couple of seconds of frantic swimming, she burst up from the well, gasping for air, and walked soddenly over to her father.
"T-t-t-that was FUN! Can we do it again?"
Post by: TALLPANZER on March 07, 2012, 12:21:18 am
"WHAT THE BUCK IS THIS!"
Post by: Dsarker on March 07, 2012, 12:22:51 am
Post by: TALLPANZER on March 07, 2012, 12:28:27 am
Carmine chewed on his cheek and seethed for a few minuets
"Ocean! WHERE ARE YOU! I need to talk to YOU!"
Post by: Dsarker on March 07, 2012, 12:32:17 am
Post by: Telgin on March 07, 2012, 12:35:02 am
Post by: Dsarker on March 07, 2012, 12:38:23 am
Post by: TALLPANZER on March 07, 2012, 12:39:17 am
"Care to explain this?"
He clenched his teeth and snorted
Post by: Dsarker on March 07, 2012, 12:40:38 am
Post by: Telgin on March 07, 2012, 12:43:52 am
Post by: TALLPANZER on March 07, 2012, 12:48:12 am
Carmine was literally jumping up and down with anger and bellowing at the top of his lugs
Post by: Dsarker on March 07, 2012, 12:49:51 am
Post by: Telgin on March 07, 2012, 12:51:00 am
Post by: TALLPANZER on March 07, 2012, 12:57:21 am
"She, she, belongs to somepony! not me though! SOME BUCKING ZEBRA!"
He turned away chewing on his cheek. He had been betrayed.
Post by: Telgin on March 07, 2012, 01:01:15 am
Post by: Dsarker on March 07, 2012, 01:02:28 am
Post by: TALLPANZER on March 07, 2012, 01:06:14 am
"H-her or us? Y-you got to chose *sniff* Ocean, h-her or us?!"
Post by: Dsarker on March 07, 2012, 01:10:56 am
Post by: Telgin on March 07, 2012, 01:11:20 am
What had she done?
Post by: Dsarker on March 07, 2012, 01:12:42 am
Post by: TALLPANZER on March 07, 2012, 01:18:17 am
"I..I... lets' go home, Ocean, we, need to, to...."
He tries to get Ocean Breeze to her hooves again, and he was trying even harder to forget this ZEBRA that was not! his! daughter!
Post by: Telgin on March 07, 2012, 01:21:38 am
Post by: Dsarker on March 07, 2012, 01:23:42 am
Post by: JaxtalMK2 on March 07, 2012, 01:27:37 am
I was out walking when I heard loud yelling by the well. I ran over, just in time to see Ocean breeze and Carmine leaving, and young Friesden sitting on the ground sobbing. Slowly I approach her, noticing the odd stripes, which I'm sure I've never seen on her before, and carefully reach put a hoof to touch her withers. "Little one? What's wrong? Why are you crying?"
Post by: Dsarker on March 07, 2012, 01:28:53 am
Post by: JaxtalMK2 on March 07, 2012, 01:31:49 am
Deciding that caution wasn't going to help in this situation, I wrap my forehooves around Friesden and hug her close. "Hush now little one... just let it out... can.. can you tell me what happened? Where did these stripes come from?"
Post by: Dsarker on March 07, 2012, 01:34:46 am
Post by: JaxtalMK2 on March 07, 2012, 01:38:36 am
"Come on... it's okay..." I brush Friesden's mane, letting her cry. "Maybe we should find your parents..."
Post by: Dsarker on March 07, 2012, 01:40:38 am
Post by: JaxtalMK2 on March 07, 2012, 01:43:17 am
"Please... just tell me what happened..." I wipe some of the tears from Friesden's eyes, worry starting to creep into my voice. "Please, there must be something I can do... are you hurt? Do... do you need to go to the hospital?"
Post by: Dsarker on March 07, 2012, 01:45:38 am
Post by: JaxtalMK2 on March 07, 2012, 01:47:22 am
I blink, her answer surprising me, then hug her tighter. "Come on now... that can't be true... what makes you think they don't like you?"
Post by: Dsarker on March 07, 2012, 01:48:36 am
Post by: JaxtalMK2 on March 07, 2012, 01:58:39 am
"They said... oh sweetling..." I keep her held close, stroking her mane and letting her cry herself out. "H-here... I'll take you to your parents.. w-we'll get this all sorted out you'll see."
Post by: Dsarker on March 07, 2012, 02:00:11 am
Post by: JaxtalMK2 on March 07, 2012, 02:02:46 am
"Yeah... come on." I stand, keeping Friesden close. "We'll go and see them, and I'll make them explain what's the matter... come on." I lead the way back to Ocean Breeze's house, hoping I was right, and that this was just some misunderstanding.
Post by: Dsarker on March 07, 2012, 02:06:56 am
Post by: JaxtalMK2 on March 07, 2012, 02:09:39 am
After a while we arrive at the house, I reach up and knock on the door, swallowing slightly. "Carmine? Ocean Breeze? Are you here?"
Post by: TALLPANZER on March 07, 2012, 02:37:46 am
"Hello how are you Glyph? why are you here? everything is fine here, fine, fine, fine."
Post by: Dsarker on March 07, 2012, 02:40:25 am
Post by: TALLPANZER on March 07, 2012, 02:49:20 am
"I don't know you, you must be confused, no zebras in my family. Not a one, can't be our filly."
Post by: Dsarker on March 07, 2012, 02:50:30 am
Post by: JaxtalMK2 on March 07, 2012, 02:52:29 am
My eyes open wide, stunned by that reaction. "Carmine... are you alright? This is F- wait... did you say Zebra?" I look at Friesden again, the stripes suddenly making sense. "But.. this is Friesden, your daughter... and she's upset... you need to comfort her..."
Post by: TALLPANZER on March 07, 2012, 02:56:52 am
Post by: JaxtalMK2 on March 07, 2012, 03:59:27 am
I just have to interrupt this depression with a bit of happy... There are two more scenes we've done, and we're saying they've all happened already, so just know that this actually happened a while back.
Out by an old familiar tree by the river, a certain gray Pegasus and a certain large amethyst Alicorn where stopping to chat after a short walk. Stiletto lays down under the tree to relax and turns to Kat to speak. "Well I'm glad I got the purifier working"
"And i finally gets to join the guards!"
Stiletto nodded and smiled "I am sure you will be a great guard." She then huffed and looked at the ground "No fish in the river, we need to build a dock in the underground lake if we want more fish."
"Looks like Jaxler scored some good kills lately"
Stilettos’ voice seems a little far off "Yeah I know, he is doing well." She then looks in Kats’ eyes "Kat, do you remember when we danced at Lady Virtues' wedding?"
"mmhmm. how can i forget?"
Stiletto"You are a very good dancer you know. Your movements were so graceful. Maybe, you would like to dance again one day?"
"mm.. thanks.. and, yeah. I'd like that."
Stiletto smiles "Then I hope we get something to dance about soon."
"Oh we'll see. Hopefully there will be! Dancing means good things happening. and good thnigs happenings are always.. well.. Good!"
"Many good things have happened, the well is clean, the church is finished, we have a keep, and there is more love in this fort then... well ever."
"Not to mention a lot of Foals from all the extra lovings.. by the way i kept forgetting to ask. What's with the 'Pegasus' war?"
Stiletto looks down on the ground with a look of shame on her face "Many years ago, when my people were war like and needed more land to grow, we had never seen a pony without a horn before, not one." She has to take a breath before continuing "They we met the... at the time we called them die Greuel, they had no horns but they had wings, it was madness and folly that followed."
"Ah.. Confusions."
Stiletto needed to get this out, her voice was heavy with guilt "We thought , oh sisters forgive us, we thought that somepony had taken their horns and was using that power to, to control their bodies, their dead bodies. The horn, the place our magic comes from, it is the symbol of the mind you see. We did not think a pony could be born without a mind."
"The Confusions and Mistakes of our Ancestors, oh well. It's an old past already. Things been done and fixed. right?"
Stiletto raises her forehooves to her chest "Yes, one day, after our army had finished sacking a city, they found a foal, the first to be called unvergessen. That is what we call your kind now, unvergessen."
Stiletto is trying very hard to hold back tears "Do, do you really forgive my so easily?"
"As much as i'd like to, Stiletto. i simply can't forgive you. because to me, there's nothing to Forgive." She smilles.
Stiletto opens her forehooves and softly hugs Kat "Kat, oh Kat."
Kat smiles and returns the hug, content of talking to a friend lately.
Stiletto nuzzles Kats' mane, and she cries, and whispers "meine schöne Liebe"
Kat simply smiles warmly as she holds onto Stiletto as she cries over her. not really knowing why she's crying, but at least it's not a bad crying.
Stiletto whispers "Kat, I want to kiss you, is that ok?"
Kat blinks wide-eyedly in surprise. "w.. what?.. you.. em.. um.. what?" she stuttered. Completely caught off-guard by such a request.
Stiletto speaks softly "I want to kiss you, you are beautiful."
"b.. but.. em.." Kat’s eyes go wide.
Stiletto continues to whispers "tell me no, if you do not want to kiss me tell me no, or I will kiss you." Stiletto touches Kats' neck with her lips
Kat gulps and gasps when she feels the Alicorn's lips at her neck, she almost looked pale, her blush were so bright that it could probably be classified as a red dwarf "b.. but.. i've never.."
Stiletto slowly kisses her neck, once, twice, moving up her neck with each kiss
Kat is already visibly shaken, sweating and blushing so hard yet frozen in place, poor thing looks like she'd faint any minute now
Stiletto speaking softly "I love you, I love you." she kisses Kats' cheek and looks into her eyes
Kat gulps and blinks. "!.. em... love you too.. b.. but.. um.. don't think i'm.. ready for a kiss just yet.." she said, trying not to sound rude or pushing away, she wouldn't want to make Stiletto sad after all. But she's also not up for a kiss yet.
Glyph walks past, seeing the two. "Stiletto? Kat? What's going on?"
Stiletto nods and nuzzles "Ok, I under stand." Then Stiletto opens her eyes a little startled by the sudden arrival "Glyph?"
Kat blushes even harder, to have Glyph seeing her being nearly kissed by Stiletto in this position. "uh... hi Glyph! *Grinsquee*"
Glyph walks over to the two. "Hello mein... umm...erfahrensten Liebe... Hello Kat. What are you doing? You okay Kat? you look... tense." He looks between the two, trying to figure out what was going on.
"I'm sorry, I just, I love Kat, I can not lie, she has such amazing beauty, and she lifts my heart."
"I... but you... umm..." Glyph closes his eyes, trying to sort out his words. "I was going to be... I... I love her. She's nice, and cute... she makes me feel better..." He blushes and shuffles his hooves a bit.
Kat wished that she could just dig a hole and hide in it until everything's over. Blushing ever so furiously from getting loved at so much. She didn't hate it.. in fact she likes it. to be loved is a good thing.. but she's pretty much getting drowned by it at the moment
Stiletto sighs and lets Kat out of her forehooves, and then opens her wings inviteingly
Now this is something Kat doesn't mind, and since seeing Glyph being here already, more cuddles! she moved under Stiletto's wing and sat down, trying to calm down her heart BPM. all the while hinting Glyph to join in.
Glyph smiles big and walks over, sitting next to Kat and snuggling under her wing.
Stiletto cuddles them both under her wing and smiles "There, much more comfortable.”
Kat "y..yeah.. much." she leans onto Stiletto, nuzzling the side of her head onto her coat.. then leans over to Glyph to give him a nuzzle of his own as well. Granted she's still blushing, but far, FAR more relaxed than their first cuddle for sure.
"I like it here... nice and warm... and soft." Glyph cuddles closer under Kat's wing, nuzzling her.
Stiletto reaches over and kisses Glyph on the forehead, then nuzzles Kats' mane "So Kat, do want to talk about anything?"
Kat sighed contently, wrapping a wing over Glyph's Back as they all cuddle under Stiletto's wing. exchanging nuzzles happily "Hmm.. yeah, talking's nice. Talking with nice pony's even better... and.. talking with.. loving ponies.. is best."
Stiletto smiles
"You have us both now... umm Stiletto? What would be the word here?"
"For her to call you or me? or do you mean us together?"
"Umm... all of those? I kinda meant me though..."
"Oh yes, she would call you meine tapferste Liebe, and me meine königliche Liebe. I will call her meine schöne Liebe. and we are liebe verbunden."
"So many words i don't understand.."
Glyph smiles, “Oh cool... bravest love... but you forgot one. What would I call her?"
"Wenig Liebe, Glyph. All of them are words of love, oaths of love would be closer Kat."
"Right... I had forgotten... If... if you're okay with that Kat..."
"Mm.. well.. i have no problem with it really." she said and beams them a smile, giving Glyph a nuzzle at the side of his muzzle
Stiletto cuddles them both under her wing "Good. Remember my wings if you ever need a place to sleep, or... other things"
"Good... mein wenig Liebe..." Glyph nuzzles Kat, smiling at his new love. "Can... can I k... Kiss you?"
Kat blinks, wide-eyedly, much like what her reaction was to Stiletto's request.. the intense blush returns to her shortly after. "um.. w..well.. em.. i've.. never really.. kissed anypony before.." she said nervously
"Oh... it's alright if you don't want to yet... I won't make you. But if you are okay with it..." He nuzzles her again.
Kat looks down slightly, still blushing. the thought of two ponies wanting to kiss her in the matter of a single day!* "mm.. y.. yeah.. not yet.." She says, then leans herself into Glyph's nuzzle some more, sighing contently.
Stiletto nuzzles Kat and then Glyph
"Okay... then I'll wait... just... let me know when you're ready." Glyph sighs in contentment, cudding in, and nuzzling Stiletto when she moves her head close. Kat rests relaxingly on Stiletto and Glyph, exchanging nuzzles and occasional nibbling on coats. pleased and rather happy with her position here
Stiletto Yawns and cuddles up close "I love you both." she kisses Glyph and nuzzles Kats' mane "Sleeping here with you both seems like a very good Idea right now."
Kat yawns aswell, curling herself up slightly and tuck herself away in Stiletto's wings.. feeling sleepy already again "mm.. mmhmm.. very good idea.."
Glyph cuddles close as well, pressing tight against them and yawning. "And I love the both of you... a nap sounds... nice..." He rests his head on Kat's nuzzling into her mane. "A nice little nap..."
Post by: Dsarker on March 07, 2012, 05:17:43 am
Friesden begins to cry again.
Post by: JaxtalMK2 on March 07, 2012, 05:31:12 am
I grit my teeth at Carmine's words, and step forward my voice dropping to a low growl. "You want to run that by me again. Your daughter is sitting here, crying her eyes out. An you're denying her existence... what the buck are you playing at..."
Post by: TALLPANZER on March 07, 2012, 05:41:27 am
"D-don't h-hurt us m-mister Glyph! I swear I, I just don't know what you're t-t-talking about!"
Post by: Dsarker on March 07, 2012, 05:45:33 am
Post by: JaxtalMK2 on March 07, 2012, 05:49:12 am
I snort and scrape my hoof. "You... you..." I close my eyes and take a few breaths. He really seemed to believe his lies... and looking at Friesden... I couldn't keep pressing... I just had to get her away from this... "Virtue will hear about this... fine... she isn't yours you say? Then she'll stay with me tonight... but... don't think there won't be consequences for this..."
Post by: TALLPANZER on March 07, 2012, 05:58:08 am
"Do what ever you what ever you need to Mr.Glyph. I know my foals, and my wife has always been faithful. Please don't hurt us Mr.Glyph, we didn't do anything."
Post by: Dsarker on March 07, 2012, 05:59:46 am
Post by: TALLPANZER on March 07, 2012, 06:05:40 am
"Please, you're making us all so scared, please just go away."
The other two foals hide under there mother
Post by: Dsarker on March 07, 2012, 06:07:27 am
Friesden can no longer hold back her tears and bursts forth in another torrent of crying.
Post by: JaxtalMK2 on March 07, 2012, 06:11:11 am
I blink back angry tears as I look at the monsters I used to think were ponies... I may not be able to do anything for the other foals but... "Fine... we're leaving... come on little one..." I pick Friesden up and walk away, still seething, but trying to keep my emotions under control for Friesden's sake... I slowly head back to my house, trying to think of something to say... "Sweetling... I'm sorry.... I... I wish there was more I could do... but you can stay with me tonight at least..."
Post by: Dsarker on March 07, 2012, 06:22:51 am
Post by: JaxtalMK2 on March 07, 2012, 06:27:23 am
I open my door and walk inside. "I... I don't know little one... but you can stay with me as long as you need to..." I place Friesden on the ground, holding her close again. "You don't have to worry about me... I'll be here for you..."
'I... I wish Kat was here... she needs more love than one pony can give...'
Post by: vkiNm on March 07, 2012, 06:36:38 am
Kat have seen Glyph and Friesden walking into his room, and it made her wonder why would Glyph take a young filly into his room like that.. something must be investigated! and thus, investigate she did. by walking directly over, seeing the scene filled with sad and dread. "uh... hello?"
Post by: JaxtalMK2 on March 07, 2012, 06:39:51 am
I look up, still holding Friesden tightly. "Hey mein wenig liebe... Come here please... I... I think... I think this needs more than me..."
Post by: Dsarker on March 07, 2012, 06:42:52 am
Post by: vkiNm on March 07, 2012, 06:46:59 am
Kat sensed something very.. VERY wrong going on here. as she quickly trots over, "What's going on?" she asked worryingly
Post by: JaxtalMK2 on March 07, 2012, 06:49:42 am
"It's... it's a long story... Friesden is going to be staying with me for a while... Just, hold her too please... she needs the love... now especially." I close my eyes and nuzzle the filly, trying to give her all the love and comfort I can.
Post by: Dsarker on March 07, 2012, 06:51:17 am
Post by: vkiNm on March 07, 2012, 06:52:55 am
got down on all of her four legs next to Friesden, opening her wing and warped her in close. Embracing her.. "There there..." she said softly.. soothingly.. getting ideas of what's going on already.. Oh she's angry. She's really angry.. but Anger can wait. She have a foal to comfort..
Post by: Dsarker on March 07, 2012, 06:53:51 am
Post by: JaxtalMK2 on March 07, 2012, 06:56:45 am
"I know... I know..." I stroke Friesden's mane as I continue to hold and nuzzle her. "I... I wish I could do something more... I wish I could tell you everything would be fine... but all I can do is be here... and promise to stay..."
Post by: vkiNm on March 07, 2012, 06:59:56 am
Kat sighed, holding closely onto Friesden and nuzzle softly onto her mane.. she wanted to say something, but she knew that it won't help and the filly doesn't need that right now.. so instead.. she slowly.. and quietly.. begin to hum.. a song.. a soothing.. calming one. The one she remembers her mother humming her to sleep in those scary nights..
Post by: Dsarker on March 07, 2012, 07:02:16 am
"H-h-h-h-he'll like me tomorrow? Right?"
Post by: JaxtalMK2 on March 07, 2012, 07:10:11 am
I blink back a few more angry tears, trying to focus on the filly in my hooves. "I... I don't know... I wish I could give you more sweetling..." I continue to stroke her mane, looking to Kat for some sort of help.
Post by: vkiNm on March 07, 2012, 07:14:00 am
unfortunately for Glyph, Kat couldn't think of any other help other than just to be there.. She were too mixed with sorrow, anger, and it's giving her quite a lot of chest pain.. but so far she've been successfully fighting off the tears as she continues to hum away the song for the foal in her wings. Giving her a kiss to the side of her head softly.
Post by: Dsarker on March 07, 2012, 07:15:25 am
Post by: JaxtalMK2 on March 07, 2012, 07:19:02 am
"If... if that happens... then I'll take care of you... I... I won't let you be alone..." I kiss her gently on the forehead. "But... as much as I'd love to have a foal... I hope your father will come to his senses... either way, it's late, and we should sleep... do... do you think you could try to get some rest?"
Post by: Dsarker on March 07, 2012, 07:21:14 am
Post by: JaxtalMK2 on March 07, 2012, 07:23:08 am
"I... I could try to sing for you..." I give her one last squeeze before picking her up and putting her on the bed. "I... don't know many songs though... maybe you have one that I can sing? Would you like that?"
Post by: vkiNm on March 07, 2012, 07:28:39 am
Followed up to the side of the bed. "or, i could sing for you if you want.. sweetie." she said, trying to give her a reassuring smile with that kind face of hers.
Post by: Dsarker on March 07, 2012, 07:36:46 am
Post by: JaxtalMK2 on March 07, 2012, 07:39:10 am
"W-well... I'm sure we could think of one... if you want..." I look at Kat. "The both of us could sing to you... just for you..." I carefully pull the covers over Friesden, brushing my hoof through her mane again.
Post by: Dsarker on March 07, 2012, 07:43:14 am
Post by: JaxtalMK2 on March 07, 2012, 07:48:48 am
"Alright then..." I climb into the bed next to Friesden, holding her tight. "Like I said, I don't know many songs... but there is one my pen-mother used to sing a lot... Kat, you should join in too if you want..." I close my eyes, and take a breath, thinking back to my days as a foal... and I begin to sing, just a small lullaby, but one that always brought me comfort.
Post by: vkiNm on March 07, 2012, 07:52:39 am
Kat wasn't very familiar with the song much, but after listening for a few moment, she joined in.. adding the soothing tune into the lullaby as she sings from the purest depth of her heart.. she sings for this filly infront of her that desperately need something for comfort.. and she's making sure it's going to be the damn best comfort she could afford for her..
Post by: JaxtalMK2 on March 07, 2012, 08:25:26 am
I cuddle in with Friesden, holding her tight as my song finishes... even with what happened I can't help but smile at the little filly asleep in my arms. I shift slightly to look back at Kat and whisper. "At least she can get some sleep... you want to climb up as well? I think she cold really use as many loving ponies around as possible..."
Post by: vkiNm on March 07, 2012, 08:45:22 am
Kat looked at the bed, seeing that it's going to take some squeezing to bed all 3 ponies together.. but if they snuggle really close to each other that can happen. "Yeah.. she'll need it." she said climbing up onto the bed on the opposite side of Glyph, with Friesden inbetween them. she opens a wing to cover the young filly with aswell, giving her warmth and cuddles. "good night.. little one."
Post by: Omicega on March 07, 2012, 02:47:10 pm
Post by: Khenal on March 07, 2012, 05:27:35 pm
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"It's my fault that me and you almost got killed in the caves. I decided to go down with you even though I knew it was dangerous. And if you want to know why I see you as a friend it's because you where honestly the only pony in the entire fort who even bothered to talk to me when I was in a bed clinging to my life. Arbalest wondered in and stiletto just followed you there and in the end only you decided to go out of there way to check up on poor Jaxler. You are the only pony who cared if I was alive or not, and that's why I'd like to call you a friend."
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"Then... Then why won't you l-l-let me t-try to help y-you with... with whatever they d-d-did?"
Post by: jaxler on March 07, 2012, 05:34:22 pm
"Because I would be a horrible person if I made my problem somepony else's."
Post by: Khenal on March 07, 2012, 05:38:37 pm
I slowly start to calm down, forgetting my own issues to try to help Jaxler with his.
"But... But friends are supposed t-to help eachother w-with their problems."
Post by: jaxler on March 07, 2012, 05:40:43 pm
"There are some ponies in this world that are beyond help."
Post by: Khenal on March 07, 2012, 05:43:09 pm
"N-Nopony is b-beyond help."
Post by: jaxler on March 07, 2012, 05:54:36 pm
"Ya know, I really don't like it when ponies lie to my face."
Post by: Khenal on March 07, 2012, 05:56:46 pm
"I'm n-not lying, Jaxler. As l-long as you're alive, y-you aren't beyond h-help."
Post by: jaxler on March 07, 2012, 05:58:17 pm
"Being incorrect is the same thing as lying..."
Post by: Khenal on March 07, 2012, 06:10:07 pm
"...No, it's n-not. And I'm n-not wrong, either. As long as you're alive, y-you can g-get help."
Post by: jaxler on March 07, 2012, 06:23:54 pm
"Endlessly repeating a lie doesn't make it true."
Post by: Khenal on March 07, 2012, 06:28:36 pm
"N-No, it doesn't. So s-s-stop lying to yourself, Jaxler!"
Post by: jaxler on March 07, 2012, 06:35:29 pm
"I never lie."
Post by: Khenal on March 07, 2012, 06:48:47 pm
"Then stop saying you're b-beyond help! Y-You're my friend, and I w-wont give up on you!"
Post by: jaxler on March 07, 2012, 07:05:06 pm
"Then good luck, but I hope you realize that I've already given up."
Post by: Khenal on March 07, 2012, 07:08:47 pm
I look determined as I stand, looking Jaxler in the eyes.
"I've only started. So... what are you drinking?"
'Step 1: Get him to wake up in his own room.'
Post by: jaxler on March 07, 2012, 07:19:13 pm
"I was drinking some really strong moonshine."
Post by: Khenal on March 07, 2012, 08:04:09 pm
"Um, maybe I'll try something a bit weaker. I, uh, don't hold my liquor very well. But, um, I would like to join you anyway."
I follow Jaxler back to his table and order my own drink, carefully nursing it for as long as possible so I can have some hope to stick to my plan. I soon come to appreciate my decision to not try to out drink Jaxler: he's stacking barrels like most ponies stack shot glasses. After Jaxler drank what must be close to his own weight in booze, he gets up to stumble outside. Even in his extremely intoxicated state he remembers to bring his crossbow.
I follow him outside, finding he has managed to somehow pass out on top of the water purifier, cuddled up to his crossbow. I manage to get him down without dunking him, and carefully take him and his crossbow to his apartment. Once inside, I gently put him to bed and place his crossbow on his sidetable, then turn to head home to my own bed.
Sighing as I settle in, I smile.
'Step one: check.'
Post by: Dsarker on March 07, 2012, 09:03:11 pm
Post by: TALLPANZER on March 07, 2012, 09:37:13 pm
Stiletto was trotting though the morning market, gathering things to make breakfast for her Liebe. Fresh celery, carrots, Diamond dog meat, Bee honey, apple cider, Ginny hen eggs, corn and bear milk where held in basket Stiletto was holding in her mouth. Magic held a piece of meat aloft and then dipped it the honey. The meat hovered in the air apparently cooking itself as Stiletto made her way to Kats' apartment first, as she was always up the first. Stiletto knocked on the door just the meat finished grilling. "Kat, Hello meine Liebe, are you home!". After a few minuets without answer, she decided that Kat must have had an early patrol, so she went to try Glyphs' house next. As Stiletto made her way there she used a =Small copper knife= to cut up the celery and carrots. Stiletto knocked on Glyphs' door and drops the mixed veggies into a nice wooden bowl.
"Hello meine wenig Liebe are you home? I have breakfast for you!"
Post by: JaxtalMK2 on March 07, 2012, 09:45:41 pm
I slowly open my eyes at the knocking, noticing that Friesden was starting to stir as well. "Good morning malyutka..." I murmur at her, nuzzling her a bit, before climbing out of bed and opening the door, still half asleep. "Dobroe utro, samyĭ opytnyĭ lyubvi..." I blink a bit, realizing my mistake, then shake my head to clear the sleep from my mind. "S-sorry... I forget to speak in midpony when I'm sleepy sometimes..."
Post by: TALLPANZER on March 07, 2012, 09:59:59 pm
"You never told me you speak another language then midpony. Here."
Stiletto presents the basket assorted food stuffs to Glyph.
"I bought many things to eat. Something from all of the places that were open this morning."
Post by: Dsarker on March 07, 2012, 10:01:09 pm
Post by: JaxtalMK2 on March 07, 2012, 10:05:06 pm
I take the basket and head back into the room. "Y-yeah... It's my homelands language... it's called lopony... thanks for the food, hopefully there will be enough for Friesden too... please come in."
Post by: TALLPANZER on March 07, 2012, 10:12:12 pm
"Oh, another Filly in your apartment. Are you trying to excel at keeping mares happy."
Then Stiletto spotted little Friesden oh the be, with her cute little wings and colorful stripes. "SQUEEEEE!" Stilettos' eyes lit up as she skipped inside.
"When did this happen and who is the lucky mare you Schlitzohr."
Post by: Dsarker on March 07, 2012, 10:12:29 pm
Post by: JaxtalMK2 on March 07, 2012, 10:17:09 pm
"Her... that's Friesden.. she's... she's Ocean breeze and Carmine's foal... but..." I grit my teeth and look down. "Carmine is acting like he doesn't recognize her... that... that... Rogatyĭ prinosyashchiĭ smertʹ..." I sigh slightly, "I'm taking care of her... and Kat has been helping..."
Post by: TALLPANZER on March 07, 2012, 10:25:35 pm
Stiletto looks a little shocked, Carmine and Ocean Breeze where good parents with many foals.
"Now what could be the cause of that? Wait, how does she have those lovely stripes if she Carmines' child?"
Post by: Dsarker on March 07, 2012, 10:26:35 pm
Post by: JaxtalMK2 on March 07, 2012, 10:31:24 pm
I wince as I hear Friesden speak, knowing what she was dreaming about. "Apparently Ocean got pregnant by a zebra... I'm just guessing though... Carmine... he didn't take finding out well..." I look over at Friesden, chewing my lip. "Hopefully.... hopefully he'll be feeling better today... I wanted a foal... but not like this." I walk over to the bed and put my forehooves on the side, nuzzling Friesden gently again. "But if he doesn't... I may not be what she wants... but I'll be the best father to her I can be..."
Post by: TALLPANZER on March 07, 2012, 10:43:52 pm
"That is a very monumental task you are undertaking here Glyph. Let me talk to miss Virtue for you. This seems jealousy has ruined things again. I am expecting that much more consoling will be needed then the amount of cajoling."
Stiletto looked again to little zebra striped unvergessen and a tear came to her eye
"sie werden nie wissen, wie schön sie ist."
Post by: Dsarker on March 07, 2012, 10:48:50 pm
Post by: JaxtalMK2 on March 07, 2012, 10:55:12 pm
I reach out and brush Friesden's cheek with my hoof. "No malyutka... I'm sorry... it's just me... how did you sleep?"
Post by: Dsarker on March 07, 2012, 10:56:12 pm
Post by: TALLPANZER on March 07, 2012, 11:02:10 pm
"Oh my, ummm, I will be speaking with him later. I am worried about you, I mean, him, yes him, that is."
Stiletto lifts the bottle of milk from the basket with her magic and brings it to within Freisdens' grasp
"Do you want some breakfast? a healthy foal always has breakfast."
Post by: Dsarker on March 07, 2012, 11:03:17 pm
Post by: JaxtalMK2 on March 07, 2012, 11:08:30 pm
I close my eyes and swallow a bit, trying to think of what to say. "W-well... Stiletto made a nice meal for you, and I think we should let her and Virtue talk to your... to him before we go back to see him again. Then when you're back together again..." I stop, not able to finish the sentence, what if he didn't want her back still... I couldn't lie to her... "Besides, I was hoping we could play together today, I don't have any patrols today after all."
Post by: Dsarker on March 07, 2012, 11:10:24 pm
Post by: JaxtalMK2 on March 07, 2012, 11:14:07 pm
I swallow again and pull Friesden into a hug, holding tight, and nuzzling her softly. "I'm sorry malyutka..."
Post by: TALLPANZER on March 07, 2012, 11:30:03 pm
"You poor wenig unvergessen. You need to stay with Glyph for a little bit of time. Please eat your breakfast or ponies will be worried about you."
Post by: Dsarker on March 07, 2012, 11:36:51 pm
Post by: jaxler on March 07, 2012, 11:44:45 pm
Jaxler woke up in his bed. he sat up, looked around, and saw his crossbow was on the sidetable. After taking in his surroundings Jaxler moved out of his bed and realized that he had a head ache. Even though Jaxler had a splitting pain in his head he couldn't just spend all day in bed, so he walked over and grabbed his crossbow and took his quiver and a few bolts out of his coffer. with his weapon and ammunition he walked out of his house. The moment he went outside he was greeted by blinding light. It took Jaxler a few moments to get used to the the sund but once he did he noticed that a familiar face was coming towards him.
"yo powder"
Post by: JaxtalMK2 on March 07, 2012, 11:45:27 pm
I wipe Friesden's tears, kissing her gently on the forehead. "I know you do sweetling... I know you do... but if you don't eat then you won't be able to play any today... you have to eat to keep your strength up... We... we can go see him later... if you want..."
Post by: TALLPANZER on March 07, 2012, 11:54:24 pm
"I have already said you have to wait until Lady Virtue and myself talk to him." *She sighs* "I will leave now, please eat, you will get hungry before I return."
Stiletto turns to leave opening the door with her magic
Post by: Dsarker on March 07, 2012, 11:55:54 pm
Post by: JaxtalMK2 on March 08, 2012, 12:00:39 am
I hug Friesden tighter, letting her cry into my chest. "There you go... let it out... just let it all out..."
Post by: Dsarker on March 08, 2012, 12:01:48 am
Post by: JaxtalMK2 on March 08, 2012, 12:08:03 am
I nuzzle Friesden, "She didn't mean to seem mean... she's just worried about you and your dad... She really likes you... she just wants to make sure you're okay..."
Post by: Khenal on March 08, 2012, 12:09:46 am
The commotion from across the hall finally manages to break my threshold of awareness and I groggily awaken. Eyes only half open, I stagger to the door and open it. Just across the hall, I see Glyph door open and Stiletto in the threshold. More concerning, I can hear what sounds distinctly like a foal crying from beyond her. I slowly approach, confused as to why crying is coming from Glyph's room.
"Uh... what's going on?"
Post by: TALLPANZER on March 08, 2012, 12:18:44 am
"Pardon me for but a moment Flux."
Stiletto left the apartment feeling very low. She trotted down to the road, grabbed a piece of it with her magic... "RAAAAAAAA!" and tossed it into the air. When it comes down she catches it and places it back on the road magically. Stiletto then trots back up the stairs to Flux
"I am sorry, had to get that out of my system. I feel better now. The foal is Freisden, Ocean Breezes' daughter."
Post by: Khenal on March 08, 2012, 12:32:26 am
When Stiletto exits, I get a good view inside and see Glyph trying to comfort what looks to me a small winged zebra foal. Her explanation upon her return doesn't really clear anything up.
"Um... is Ocean Breeze a zebra? I didn't know zebra could have wings."
Post by: Dsarker on March 08, 2012, 12:33:22 am
Post by: JaxtalMK2 on March 08, 2012, 12:39:30 am
I stroke Friesden's mane, "Yes you are, a beautiful little pony... but you're part zebra as well. That's why you have these pretty stripes."
Post by: Dsarker on March 08, 2012, 12:40:26 am
Post by: TALLPANZER on March 08, 2012, 12:50:16 am
"Does it matter what you are? You a very lovely foal, ponies care for you."
Stiletto sighs heavily again and turns to leave again
"I will be back after I have spoken with Lady Virtue and Ocean Breeze. I am truly sorry I can not do more."
Post by: Khenal on March 08, 2012, 12:56:49 am
I slowly walk to Glyph and the little filly, still confused as to what the situation is.
"Um... are you alright, little one?"
Post by: Dsarker on March 08, 2012, 01:52:31 am
She chokes back another sob.
"I just want to see dad!"
Post by: Khenal on March 08, 2012, 01:58:18 am
I glance to Glyph, the quizical look on my face obviously asking why she can't see her dad.
Post by: JaxtalMK2 on March 08, 2012, 02:07:47 am
I chew my lip some more trying to think of something to say. "Virtue will want to talk to your... to him, after what happened last night... How about you, me, and Flux have some fun, and as soon as they're done talking we can talk to her about it... okay?"
Post by: Dsarker on March 08, 2012, 02:20:41 am
Post by: TALLPANZER on March 08, 2012, 02:33:35 am
"They, they are having, family problems Flux, I think her father is suffering from memory loss." 'lass es sein, dass alle'
Just before she leaves Stiletto turns to nuzzle Flux and whisper
"Be kind to her Flux, she needs her father, but she can not have him now."
Post by: Khenal on March 08, 2012, 02:50:24 am
At Stiletto's words, my expression changes from confused to deeply concerned.
'Kind? What kind thing can I tell a poor filly who may have just lost her family?'
After a few moments of thought, I walk over to her and kneel to look her in the eyes, gently wiping a few of her tears.
"Shh now, little one. I don't know the specifics of what's going on, but things will turn out for the best. They always do, as long as you don't give up."
Post by: JaxtalMK2 on March 08, 2012, 02:51:31 am
"You can't because..." I sigh... "I really want to let you... but Virtue will want to talk to him first like I said. Besides that... we should give him some time, let him cool off before we press him again..."
Post by: Dsarker on March 08, 2012, 02:57:18 am
Post by: Khenal on March 08, 2012, 03:03:00 am
I give her a gentle smile before standing and looking in the basket of food that Stiletto left.
"That's a strong filly. Are you hungry? Oh! I never introduced myself!"
I turn back to her, looking a bit embarrassed at my rudeness.
"Um, I'm Flux. What's your name?"
Post by: Dsarker on March 08, 2012, 03:21:18 am
Her stomach's rumbling puts a lie to her last statement.
Post by: JaxtalMK2 on March 08, 2012, 03:35:40 am
I chuckle a little. "Well, can you try to eat a bit? After all you wouldn't want to let the food that Stiletto bought go to waste would you?"
Post by: Khenal on March 08, 2012, 03:44:53 am
I chuckle a bit at the obvious lie.
"Well Dizzy, I'm not as good a chef as Stiletto, but I could probably make something with what she got us. Especially with Glyph's help."
Post by: Dsarker on March 08, 2012, 03:57:36 am
Post by: Khenal on March 08, 2012, 04:03:53 am
"...Would want you to have something to eat. Um, right?"
Post by: Dsarker on March 08, 2012, 04:18:40 am
Post by: Khenal on March 08, 2012, 04:26:19 am
"Well... it sounds like he'll be busy talking with Virtue and maybe Stiletto. Um, besides, we can't take you somewhere without giving you something to eat. That'd be, um, rude."
Post by: Dsarker on March 08, 2012, 04:32:07 am
Post by: JaxtalMK2 on March 08, 2012, 04:34:55 am
I nuzzle Friesden one more time. "Don't worry, he won't mind, after all, if we take care of you overnight, of course we'd make breakfast for you."
Post by: Dsarker on March 08, 2012, 04:35:52 am
Post by: JaxtalMK2 on March 08, 2012, 04:42:43 am
"Of course, remember? I told him that I'd be taking care of you tonight." I stroke Friesden's mane a bit, "Don't worry, he knows where you are."
Post by: Dsarker on March 08, 2012, 04:46:19 am
Post by: JaxtalMK2 on March 08, 2012, 04:53:33 am
I give Friesden a big hug. "If that's what you want... but we could go out and play, I'm sure your father could find me... but for now, breakfast." I hop down off my bed and go to help Flux with making breakfast.
Post by: Dsarker on March 08, 2012, 05:00:44 am
Post by: zomara0292 on March 08, 2012, 07:59:24 am
Post by: JaxtalMK2 on March 08, 2012, 10:42:14 am
Yet again, I feel the need to intergect with some D'aww... If this annoys I apologise, do remember these scenes happened a few fort updates ago, so I really do want to show the evolution of Kat and Glyph's relationship as well... there's just one more after this, for now...
Spoilered the story for the length.
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Post by: Maklak on March 08, 2012, 01:28:39 pm
After waking up Indigo ate his breakfast, and went to the craftpony's workshop to make some things for sale to the caravans. This is going to be a productive day, he thought. After talking to traders about what they like best and working with stones for a while, he was getting pretty good at it. There are so many things that can be made from simple rocks. Some minerals, while not real gems, look quite good when polished, and are suitable for jewelry, like earrings and crowns. Some are strong enough to be made into some kinds of furniture, or even musical instruments. There were some pitfalls to stone crafting of course, as sometimes a stone would have an incursion in the middle, and break easily. Rocks are also quite brittle despite their durability, need to be handled with care, and can't be made to thin. But once you get the hang of all these nuances, rocks are a lot of fun to work it, and can be made into a cornucopia of decorative and useful items, like bowls, pots and mugs.
Carmine was walking towards the mines to make some stones into blocks. He noticed his fellow stone crafter, mason and dyer working on a stone harp. "Hello Indigo, good work today? Any inspiration for anything special?"
“Hello, Carmine. I'm making a stone harp. The caravan wants one. Are you here for these mugs? Or do you want to chat?" asked Indigo, continuing his work.
"I could use a mug, but a chat could be nice too, I'm just making blocks again, got to work for the community. It has been helping me lately to take my mind off all this nonsense." said Carmine.
"Yes, I made some blocks for constructions too. They seem easy compared to a harp, but need to be smooth to fit each other nicely... Wait, what nonsense?" inquired Indigo.
"Glyph came to me and said he found one of my foals, and then he shows me this zebra foal. I was really kind of scared by him." complained Carmine.
"What?!" Indigo puts his tools down, and turns around to look at Carmine. He frowns. "I haven't seen any zebra foals around, but there is a zebra caravan in town. They usually leave their kids at home, but maybe one wanted to be adventurous, and followed them. But why would Glyph bother you about it is beyond me."
"I know, he kept saying it was mine, and then he threatened me."
"That is really weird and unsettling. What did he do exactly?" Indigo frowns, "And what happened to that foal anyway?"
"I think he took her home with him. He said he was going to talk to The Baroness about me not taking care of my family."
"I really don't understand what's going on. I mean I know you're married to Ocean Breeze, and take care of all four of your foals, and none of them is a zebra, but these accusations are so outlandish, it can't simply be a prank. I think you should talk to Virtue about Glyph's behaviour and to the zebras about a lost foal. Or maybe I could talk to Kat, she knows Glyph." Indigo looks rather upset, his work abandoned for now.
"I know, but I don't want the speak ill of a military Pony, and what would I say to the Baroness anyway?"
"Well, you shouldn't let yourself be pushed around for no apparent reason, but I see your point. Talk to the zebras then. If they lost a foal, and want her back, the problem will solve itself. " Indigo frowns again. "Maybe she met Glyph, he asked where are her parents, and she led him to your door? Kids lie sometimes, and something like that could make a soldier very upset. I can't shake the feeling, that there must be a second bottom to this."
"Zebras,” Carmine says, “I don't know if I can talk to Zebras. The are... well you know... Zebras."
"Well, I've talked to them before. I sometimes ask them for feedback on the things I make, and so should you, really. They are a bit weird, and unsettling, but not so bad once you get to know them."
Meanwhile, behind some piles of items, a grayish Pegasus mare listens... pretending to be busy with moving things around. She manages to stay unnoticed by the two talking stallions.
"OK, but I just can't talk to them, not after this. I'm not some foal-napping Diamond Dog."
"If you don't want to ask them yourself, then I can. It's not a problem for me. At worst it will rule out one possibility." said Indigo. "Don't worry, I will ask politely, and won't mention your name."
"One weird thing though, the zebra foal had wings. Do you know any zebras with wings?", asked Carmine.
"Well, most of them are like striped Earth Ponies with freaky culture. Some have wings, and can fly, tough. There is a even zebra equivalent of Unicorn, I think. Wings would actually explain a foal getting lost, if she was flying and following their caravan."
"Then it must have been one of them Winged ones."
"So, do you want me to talk to them, or not? Because I'm rather upset by this whole situation, and want to see it resolved, so that things go back to normal.”
"Could you please talk to them for me? I'm sorry, but I'm really afraid."
"I already said, its alright. And you are too agitated to talk to them calmly, and might rub them the wrong way.” Indigo pauses for a moment. “Maybe I should see the foal first, tough. Speaking of which, I'm sure she is scared and lost, so don't be too mean to her, no matter what ridiculous lies she says."
"Well you should go to Glyph and talk to him, then." said Carmine.
"Maybe I should" Though I must be careful, not to upset him, or upset the foal, and piss everypony off. "Alright, the sooner I do this, the sooner it will be over." Indigo walks to the barracks. He rarely ever goes there, but Glyph is probably training with the rest of militia. Unless he is in his room with that foal. Indigo walks into the barracks, and sees some soldiers sparring, but not Glyph. He asks Naginata about him, and goes to his room.
(http://i1135.photobucket.com/albums/m638/bradshja/IndigoAvatar.jpg) (http://i198.photobucket.com/albums/aa176/Kryptid/GlyphAvatarredmane.jpg) and Friesden
Indigo figured it would be a bad idea to confront Glyph unprepared, so he made up a quick pretext. Reassured, Indigo knocks on Glyph's door.
"Who is it? You can come in, the door's unlocked." Glyph is sitting in the middle of his room watching Friesden fly around.
Indigo opens the door to see Glyph playing with unfamiliar striped winged foal. "Hello Glyph.." he stares for a moment.
The amber coloured and periwinkle (light blue) striped foal flies in circles, faster and faster. She’s almost dizzy...
"Hello... um... what's your name again?" Glyph asks, cocking his head and trying to remember. Friesden eventually has to land to keep from banging into something.
"I'm Indigo." He keeps observing the foal, noticing details, and trying to remember her as well as possible.
Friesden totters on the ground, slightly off balance, with the first hint of a smile Glyph has ever seen on her face after her father...'forgot'...her.
"Right, Indigo. I was just playing with my little Friesdizzy here. What did you need?" Glyph walks over to Friesden, putting a hoof out to steady her. She almost steadies herself, but eventually gives up and rolls over onto the floor.
The strange foal didn't even notice Indigo, which was good. Now for the pretext. "Do you know where I can find Kat? I need to talk to her about something. She wasn't in the barracks." Indigo
observed, that the proportions of the foal’s body were more akin to a pony than to a zebra, but he hasn't seen all that many zebras, let alone foals, so he couldn't really decide.
"No, I don't know where she went... I think she was planing to come by after her patrol to play with Friesdizzy here." Glyph smiles and pokes Friesden's stomach. She giggles a little, though the smile doesn't grow any more.
Ah, all right, I'll catch her later then." He couldn't help but smile at the laughing filly. "See you later, Glyph". Well, at least Glyph doesn't look upset now, and he sure seems to care about this filly, so she is in good hooves. But wasn't Friesden the name of one of the foals that run around here? Why would he call this filly Friesden? I may not know all the foals around here, but I’m pretty sure, I’d remember one with stripes.
"You sure you didn't need anything else?" asked Glyph.
"I um... Maybe later, I still have some work to do before sundown". There was no point in asking Glyph questions now. "See you later." Indigo left Glyph's room.
Glyph quickly slips out the door. "Indigo, one more thing..."
Indigo stopped in the corridor, somewhat stunned. "Yes?" Okay, this just couldn't go as smoothly as I intended. what does he want? Of course he isn't stupid, and knows why I'm here. Is he going to yell at me? Tell me this is my foal?!
Glyph moves outside and motions for Indigo to follow. "Keep your voice down," He says quietly. "I don't want Friesden to hear this."
Not good Indigo complies.
"You... you're one of them too... have you talked to Carmine?"
Really not good "One of whom? I occasionally talk to Carmine, he is a mason and stone crafter and dyer, like me. Why?" Indigo backed up a bit, looking tense.
"Has... um... Kak ya mogu eto slovo... Has he mentioned Friesden at all?"
Very bad. Did he just speak in devilpony to me?! "He mentioned you yelling at him." Indigo whispers, looking afraid.
Yelling... what? I didn't yell but... so he still doesn't... "So... he still won't clam his foal then? I... I did want a foal but... to have her kicked out of her family..."
Indigo tries to compose himself, and reason with Glyph, even tough it looks like a lost cause. "Um. Glyph. I'm pretty sure, I haven't seen a striped foal around here. What is it about her being Carmine's daughter?"
"Well... that's the thing... from what I can gather, she's not Carmines foal... just Ocean Breeze's..." Glyph awkwardly shuffles his hooves, seeming uncomfortable about the subject.
Indigo looks taken aback, and very put off. "WHAT?" He exhales, then laughs, then whispers "You mean his wife cheated on him with a zebra? But that's... How can that be... even hiding a foal like that... she would have to dye her coat... I'm sure I would remember striped... I don't..." He stops talking, and just stares, visibly stunned.
"I'm just guessing... but I was there, I saw Friesden try to talk to her family... and that... that... Rogatyĭ prinosyashchiĭ smertʹ, I saw him deny her existence... When I saw her stripes though... She was all wet, I think she had just climbed out of the well..."
"I'm really confused now," said Indigo. “This sounds crazy.”
"So he's still... still refusing to acknowledge that she's his foal? Not... not even a small hint of it?"
"Well, I... if his wife cheated on him, this is a very bad way to find out about such a thing. He might have snapped... Have you asked Ocean Breeze about it?" "And do you want me to believe this craziness?" Indigo asked, more angrily?
Friesden has heard some shouting and is currently trying to decide whether to go out or not.
He doesn't believe me... of course he doesn't... Glyph sighs, looking defeated. "Fine, you don't have to believe me, just... don't mention this to Friesden please. She still hopes her father will come and pick her up... I haven't talked to anypony about it, but Stiletto said she was going to talk to Virtue... I just had to focus on keeping her safe. And as happy as I can... I'm her father now, at least until Carmine comes to his senses." Glyph sighs again, looking back at his room. "Although... even though I hate the thought of her being abandoned... I still love being her father...
I'll miss it if she goes back to her real family."
Indigo nods. "Look, I'm rather upset about this situation, and want it resolved, and without making anypony too upset. I'm willing to give you the benefit, of the doubt. I'll come back shortly" Indigo frowns, and starts to leave. Stiletto is involved in this? I should have known.
Friesden builds up the courage and goes out the door, just in time to see Indigo walking away. "G-g-g-glyph? Can we go and see dad?"
Indigo turns, and says "Carmine is busy making stone block for the warehouse, and there is some commotion outside. Nothing to worry about, but you are safer here." With that he walks away.
Glyph nods, "Yeah... but we could always go somewhere to play if you want malyutka."
"Oh. How long till I can see dad?"
Indigo walks straight into the dining hall, to get enough food and drink for a lunch for three, as well as some candy (carrot slices with honey), then walks back to Glyph's room.
Meanwhile Stiletto flies in and lands on the complexes' upper level. She waits at the top of the stairs for an opportunity to confront Carmine.
"I...I just want to see dad... I just want him to like me again..." said Friesden.
"I know... but until you do... can you try to be happy as my little Friesdizzy?" Glyph moves over and hugs Friesden. "Just a little bit?"
"O-o-o-okay..."
Indigo made the trip as quick as possible. With the candy in his saddlebag, and food on a tray, he walks back into Glyph's room. "I brought you lunch."
Friesden mumbles a bit. "'Thank you."
"Wow, thank you Indigo..." Glyph looks over at Friesden, a flash of sadness in his eyes. "Come on malyutka, lets eat..."
Indigo eats his food quickly, and waits for them to finish. Friesden makes slow progress on her food, her head facing the door as if waiting for somepony to walk in. At some point Indigo looses his patience, but doesn't show it. "So Friesden, want to play a game? I'll ask you riddles, and for every one you answer you get candy."
"Riddles?"
"Well yes, you don't like games? Or candy?" Indigo pulls out a jar of carrot slices with honey.
"Okay...” Should I ask what riddles are?
"That could be fun, I bet you'd be good at it too Friesden." Glyph smiles, trying to encourage her.
What follows is a series of questions such as "Who is Virtue's husband", "What colour is Rondel", and "Where is the place, where Flux makes rocks into metal". for every correct answer Indigo floats a slice of carrot, and moves it around the room with telekinesis, for the filly to fly up and catch. Friesden gets most of the answers correct, but doesn't understand some of the questions. After the candy is exhausted, Indigo says "Well, I hope it was fun, because this exercise is good both for your body and mind. I need really to go now, tough". He looks at Glyph, shrugs, then nods, and collects empty dishes.
Glyph nods back, having understood the intention of the game. "Well it was nice seeing you Indigo."
"Bye". Indigo walks back to the kitchen to drop the empty dishes. Well, I suppose I should still talk to the zebras anyway. I promised Carmine. With a frown he walks towards the depot to find Sekashi.
(http://i1135.photobucket.com/albums/m638/bradshja/IndigoAvatar.jpg) (http://tnypic.net/48c43.jpg)
Carefully choosing his words Indigo inquired Sekashi about the caravan, zebra foals, flying zebras and zorses. She was quite surprised at the subject of the conversation, and made a joke about him clumsily hitting on her, so he was forced to explain that there is apparently a zebra or a zorse foal in the camp, and asked for her discretion. He learned that the caravan had no foals with them, what the name for flying zebras is, and that zorses are possible, but their stripes are usually white. Sekashi wanted to see the foal for herself, but he persuaded her out of it. The filly could be upset to see a zebra, let alone be questioned by one, and some ponies seemed already on edge about this situation. None of them wanted another caravan incident, so Sekashi agreed to wait. Indigo once again apologised for the topic of the discussion. He now has much fewer doubts about Friesden. It was pretty clear the caravan had nothing to do with her, and that she was in Dawnpick for some time. Besides, Sekashi wouldn't lie to him, would she?
He returned to the craftpony's workshop, but Carmine wasn't there. Oh well, a lot happened during this day, and he had some thinking to do. What should he do now? Find Carmine? Talk to Ocean Breeze? Go to Virtue’s office, to check the census, look up the name Friesden, and read about the laws on divorce, adoption and dispossession of a bastard? Technically handling situations like this was Virtue’s responsibility. Indigo only got involved because Carmine asked him. Maybe letting other ponies figure it out, and hoping for the best is not such a bad idea? He still had some work to finish today, and already wasted the whole morning. Nothing like working on a nice harp to take his mind off all this trouble.
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Post by: Powder Miner on March 08, 2012, 09:54:21 pm
Powder was hauling a boulder back form the caves he had recently mined. "Hello Jaxler." After answering Jaxler, he continued the work song he had been singing under his breath, something in another language. "Len zrai lon zraid y len zrai i zraid jen eezzeerreenn..."
Post by: jaxler on March 08, 2012, 10:10:12 pm
Jaxler noticed that powder was carrying a large rock. Jaxler hadn't talked with powder sense the incident in the caverns so he figured he might as well take the opportunity and strike a conversation.
"Do ya need any help with that boulder?"
Post by: Powder Miner on March 08, 2012, 10:55:08 pm
"Nah, not particularly. I carry these things a lot."
Post by: JaxtalMK2 on March 08, 2012, 11:12:32 pm
Okay the third and final of the relationship scenes for now. You kinda need to see this to get what's gonna happen with Kat and Glyph so yeah. And remember this happened a fort update back, so fit it into you're timeline.
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Post by: jaxler on March 08, 2012, 11:24:00 pm
"suit yourself. ya know, I really haven't gotten to talk to you since you about got eaten by that crundle."
Post by: JaxtalMK2 on March 08, 2012, 11:25:27 pm
here's a scene, so there.
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Post by: TALLPANZER on March 09, 2012, 10:41:09 am
Stiletto enters the keep of Dawnpick and knocks on the door to Virtues' office
Virtue looks up from her desk "Come in."
Stiletto opens the door and walks in "Miss Virtue, do you have some time? I need to discuses a very important matter with you."
Virtue gives her a concerned look and motions to a chair "Of course, what's the matter?"
Stiletto moves to the chair and sits across the desk from Virtue "A foal named Friesden has been... forgotten, by her father."
Virtue: "Forgotten? What... exactly do you mean?"
Stiletto: "From what I have been told, her father, Carmine, refuses to acknowledge her. I believe this is because of her recently discovered lineage. Friesden is a hybrid of Zebra and unvergessen."
Virtue raises an eyebrow and mentally chews the statement "Unver...what? And... recently discovered lineage? Do you mean..."
Stiletto: "unvergessen... umm the midpony name is.. Pegasus, yes that is the word. By that I mean what I said, she is half Zebra."
Virtue: "But... but... I thought she..." Virtue is silent for a few moments "How do you know of this? I... I mean... she looks like a pony to me. Why would you think she is part zebra?"
Stiletto sighs and hangs her head "Second hoof information and observation. She is currently at Glyphs' apartment, he has taken her in, because her parents have kicked her out."
Virtue: "I don't understand... Carmine... and Ocean Breeze... I wouldn't think that they would just kick her out like that... especially her if she is really her mother..."
Stiletto: "I promised Friesden I would get you to talk to them, but only if you are comfortable with the idea, and mentally prepared to do so, I also promised Glyph I would go with you."
Virtue looks away for a moment toward the dorms "If... maybe it would do some good. They're both reasonable ponies. I can't believe she'd cheat on him... but I also can't believe he'd do something like that to a helpless filly..."
Stiletto: "This might just be my opinion, but I believe this is what happens when jealousy is allowed into society. How much time do you need to prepare?"
Virtue sighs heavily "What preparation can there be for something like this? Let's go see if they're home..."
Stiletto nods and stands up while indicating for Lady Virtue to lead the way
Virtue stands and leads Stiletto to their home. She knocks at the door "Hello? Carmine? Ocean Breeze? Are you home?"
Carmine walked to has door and opened it just a crack "Baroness Virtue!?" he frantically opens the door all the way, then spots Stiletto and goes pail "I, I, Ummm," his voice gets really small "What did I do?"
Virtue tries to work a reassuring smile onto her face, but doesn't do a good job "Relax... I just want to ask you something. Is Friesden here with you?"
Carmine looks at her puzzled "I don't know anypony by that name."
Virtue: "Of course you do... she was your second born daughter, remember?"
Stiletto scrapes a forehoof along the ground, tearing the dirt to pieces
Carmine chews his cheek "No, Chestnut is our second Foal, are you ok Baroness, you look a little... put off."
Virtue: "Carmine... this is serious. Where is she? Do you not know?"
Stiletto moves to whisper to Lady Virtue
Carmine shakes his head "I know lost Foals' a serious matter Baroness, but I already asked Indigo to talk to the Zebras about the Foal Glyph brought by earlier."
Virtue frowns "Alright then... is Ocean Breeze here? Can I speak with her, please?"
Stiletto whispers "I have seen this before, he has retreated from reality to a more comfortable place in his mind."
Carmine Nods and makes a gesture to invite the Baroness and the Military Dragonpony inside "Why of course you can Baroness. She is with our Foals."
Virtue steps over to Ocean Breeze and makes a motion for her to speak discreetly "Ocean Breeze... where is Friesden?"
Stiletto looks at Ocean Breeze reassuringly "You can talk to us, unless something is making you uncomfortable here."
Ocean Breeze steps toward the door and leads them outside. "I... I can't talk about this in front of him. He refuses to say anything about it..."
Carmine "Where are you goin-"
then Stiletto cut in "She is going out on a walk with her friends, we are going to talk about Mare things, you understand, Yes?"
Carmine gulped "Y-y-yes M-miss Stiletto!"
Virtue waits until they are outside and repeats her question "Ocean Breeze... please, tell me the truth, where is your daughter?"
Ocean Breeze places her face in her hooves. "I don't know... he... he dragged me away from her when he found out. I... I think Glyph is looking after her... but... but"
Virtue: "Why would he do that? You can talk to us. What did he find out?"
Stiletto clenches her teeth, a near by statue has a crack form in its' base.
Ocean Breeze hangs her head and says, "She is not his foal. He knows now. It's true..." She looks up, tears forming in her eyes. "When he found out... he acted as if he'd never seen her before in his life..."
Virtue is taken aback "You mean... she really is half zebra?"
Stiletto move to put a hoof on Ocean Breezes' withers
Ocean Breeze nods somberly. "Yes. One day... when the zebra caravan was here... I was out at the pier... a bit drunk... and... and he came. One of the merchant guards. I... I'll never forgive myself for cheating on my husband... nothing excuses that..."
Stiletto: "What? why? You where just..."
Ocean Breeze begins weeping, barely managing to finish with, "I love my daughter with all of my heart... but... when he got like that... I... I just... I didn't know what to do! I still don't... my other children... I..."
Virtue is speechless
Ocean Breeze collapses to the ground, crying uncontrollably. "I want her back. I'd do anything to have her back... but I don't know what Carmine will do... he might hurt her... or take the other children... I... I..."
Stiletto Offers a forehoof to her "We are here for you Ocean Breeze. I will do anything you ask if it will help."
Virtue doesn't know how to proceed. Tears are dripping down her cheeks as anger kindles in her soul.
Ocean Breeze looks up to her, failing to stifle the crying. "What can I do? He won't let her back into the family. If he hurt her... I... I couldn't live with myself..."
Stiletto: "Ocean Breeze, I believe you husband is quiet ill, in his head I mean, I do not think it is wise to let him near Friesden, not for sometime, his fragile mind is unable to deal with the current state of reality."
Ocean Breeze stares into the road below. "I think you're right. I... I'm a bit scared for myself and my other children... but I don't think he'll hurt us. But her..." She begins crying again. "What can I do? My child is out there without her parents... I... I'm going to be sick..."
Virtue sighs and lowers her head, she then chews her lip, failing to find words again
Stiletto: "Ocean Breeze, this is not you fault, you are a kind and generous pony. You husband has let jealousy overwhelm his judgment. Please believe me when I say you are a good pony, and your daughter will be well cared for."
Ocean Breeze blinks and looks into Stiletto's eyes for a few seconds. "B-By who? Glyph?"
Virtue considers the implications. Glyph wasn't her father. What did he really know about raising foals? And the poor thing needed her mother...
Stiletto nods, "Yes, Glyph cares for her very much already, him will be a good Ersatz Elternteil for her. For now." Opens her forelegs and wings "I am sorry I can not do more now, but I will always be here for you."
Virtue: "If Carmine cannot be trusted around her... I see little alternative..." Virtue places a hoof to her forehead as she looks down, letting a few tears drip onto the shale stones under their hooves
Ocean Breeze continues to cry, but the sobbing has given way to more controlled weeping. "I'll never forgive myself for this. I've done something absolutely terrible to my husband and now my child... if only I could get her back... but I can't..."
Virtue crouches next to her and lays a hoof on her back "Rest assured... whatever happens... Friesden will be cared for. If Glyph can't give her the care she needs, I'll go hungry or without a home before she does." Virtue sighs again, wishing she had something more she could "Perhaps Carmine will change his mind... he was her father for years... but until then... if Glyph wants to look after her, I think he is capable."
Stiletto sits down and gently brought the two mares in close for a comforting hug "Things will get better, we can help you and your ill husband, If you ever need us we are here."
Ocean Breeze says nothing for a long time. Finally she says, "Please... don't let my mistake hurt my daughter any more than it already has... you... you have to help her... and help me..."
Virtue: "We will. I'll do everything in my power to help your family."
Ocean Breeze sniffles a few more times and nods. "Tell her that her mother still loves her, and always will." She shakes her head slowly, looking down again. "Perhaps I can still see her... when he's not around..."
Stiletto pets Ocean Breezes' mane and presents her chest as place to cry "I promise I will, I will do everything in my power. I will bring you to see her when I can."
Ocean Breeze forms the smallest hint of a sad smile possible. "Thank you... both of you..." She stands eventually and says, "I... I should b-be getting back to the rest of my family...”
Stiletto wraps her wings around the two of them "You are both such strong mares. Lifting so much on your own. You do not need to bare it all on your own though, give me any pain you can not carry on your own."
Virtue nods her off and watches as she disappears inside their home. Emotional torment wracks her as she slowly turns to Stiletto
Stiletto: "Yes Lady Virtue."
Virtue: "Why... why do things like this have to happen?" She wipes her eyes. "I... I thought everypony here..." her sentence trails off as her voice begins to fade into crying.
Stiletto hugs Virtue tightly in her forelegs "Everypony here is a good pony, they just forget sometimes."
Virtue: "I... I... I just can't imagine... if-if Harvest Moon... or I... Rose... Valor..." Her crying intensifies for a moment before she manages to recollect herself. "Friesden... the poor thing... G-Glyph can look after her... b-but..."
Stiletto: "He will love her with all his heart, as will we all. I promise that to you as well."
Virtue nods and chokes out something unintelligible.
Stiletto: "I will be strong for you all, lean on me when you need to... I...I love you."
Virtue sniffles and pulls back from the hug "Th-thank you... Stiletto... you've been a fine example to all of us." Virtue sighs and wipes her eyes again
Stiletto nods and bows "Thank you my Lady Virtue, your words mean very much too me."
Virtue: "Th-there's no need for the formalities..." she says, with a nervous smile. "I-if you see Glyph... tell him he has my full support, and to not hesitate to ask me for anything he needs." Virtue looks back to her own home "I... I d-don't know if I can do this right now... would you tell him that for me? I-I need to get home..."
Stiletto: "I will tell him. Is there anything at all I can do for you as well as that?"
Virtue shakes her head "No... thank you... you've done more than most ponies would already. Just see to it that Glyph knows what happened tonight..."
Stiletto spreads her wings for take off "He will know soon, it will make him sad, but also happy, he already loves her."
Virtue nods and returns home to find Harvest Moon and their children. She gathers them all together and gives them a loving embrace. She'd never hurt her family like this... never...
Post by: Omicega on March 09, 2012, 12:03:51 pm
Post by: KingStrongbeard on March 09, 2012, 12:21:25 pm
Glaive listens, intently to Falcata's performance. The lovely white pegasus seems to shine in the pale moon light, as the music soothes every ache and sore muscle from Glaive's long day of training.
"That was beautiful Falcata, I had no idea you could play so well." Glaive smiles at her, before turning to look up at the night sky. The moon was full and the sky completely clear, the stars were countless. "Hmm, it looks like you have made gods jealous with your talents, they have really gone all out on tonight's sky." He pauses for a moment before asking, "Who taught you to play?"
Post by: Omicega on March 09, 2012, 12:29:03 pm
Post by: KingStrongbeard on March 09, 2012, 12:40:28 pm
Glaive's smile fades as Falcata speaks. 'A friend. His songs. An old lover perhaps.' Glaive suppresses his jelously, 'No Glaive, even if he was her lover, that was before she met you, no need to get jealous. She loves you now.'
Silently he moves closer to her and sits as close to her as he can, before putting a foreleg around her. "I'm...sorry for your friend. Did...did you want to talk about what happened? I'll listen if you want to talk. I'm always here for you."
Post by: Omicega on March 09, 2012, 12:53:47 pm
Post by: KingStrongbeard on March 09, 2012, 01:11:44 pm
Glaive listens without interrupting to Falcata's story. When she finished, he tightens his grip on her a bit. "I had no idea you'd had to deal with so much in your life. He'd be glad you're going to start playing again. Your music is wonderful, and the world would suffer from it's loss. I suppose if we are sharing the past, I should probably tell you the story of how I got my cutie mark. It...It isn't a happy story, though, do you want me share it?"
Post by: Omicega on March 09, 2012, 01:32:42 pm
Post by: KingStrongbeard on March 09, 2012, 05:32:25 pm
Glaive moves away from Falcata, and stands, he takes a few steps away and with his back turned to her, he begins his tale.
"You might remember that I told you I didn't always want to be a soldier, but something changed that, and you might also remember when I mentioned before that, that I had a sister. Her name was Balisong. Heh, a strange name for a filly. Father wanted to name her Balista, and mother wanted to name her Morning Song, they compromised. It happened when I was 4, nearly 5, years old. Nearly a full grown stallion, but still without a cutie mark. It was, uh, embarrassing. But my little sister, she was about 2 when it happened. She was a unicorn also, though she hadn't really learned much of any real magic yet.
I was looking after her one day. We went to the park, it was only a few minutes from home. While we were there, alone, a pair of young stallions, they couldn't have been more than 6, came up to us. One of them, a dark green unicorn grabbed her roughly with his magic. The other, a brown earthpony, approached me and when I tried to get his friend to put her down, he bucked me in the face. It wasn't a strong blow, and I knew how to roll with a buck, but it still put me on the ground.
The earthpony then said to me that they were taking her to "have a little fun."
He was open, I could see it, and he was weaker than I was. If...If I had attacked then, I could have stopped them. If I had fought back..." Glaive begins to tear up. He chokes for moment, then continues. "I, I didn't stop them. They drug her off. I ran home and told father and grandfather what happened. They grabbed their weapons and alerted the guard, and began to search. My mother was hysterical. They told me to stay behind. I sat there, in the study, for an hour alone, not moving, not speaking just sitting and waiting, and blaming myself.
In that room, on the mantel, above the burning fire, sat my great grandfather's =bismuth bronze axe=. It was a strong weapon when it was new, and was used to kill dozens of Diomedians, and Zebras, and even a buffalo or two, during the old wars. He had named it, Widowgrief. Looking up at that weapon, I recalled all the stories my family would tell, of the many battles it had been through, of the lives it had saved. I couldn't just sit there and do nothing. Not while she was in danger. But I couldn't face my elders. I knew they would blame me for not protecting her, and they'd never let me come with them anyway.
I began to search on my own. It was merely by chance that I found them first. Held up in some abandoned house in the dark side of town. One of them had left to buy some drinks for them and I followed him back. It was hard to conceal the weapon under my cloak, but I somehow managed. When he went inside, I considered my choice of action. I could go get the guard, or my father, or I could confront them myself. I should have gotten help, it was stupid to do otherwise, but, I didn't listen to reason. I walked right up and bashed the old rotting door right off it's hinges.
I called out for Balisong, but she didn't answer, I searched the house, and and I..." Glaive stops, his tears are flowing freely now. It is several moments before he can continue. "I found them, they were sitting in the basement, Balisong was, she was already dead. They'd, they'd done horrible things to her. There was blood, and bones, and and much worse. I can't even describe it. I don't remember what happened next. The next thing I knew, I was standing over both of the stallions bodies, I was coated in their blood, and the family axe, it was broken, the blade shattered, I don't know what it hit.
Long story short, I was arrested, and put on trial for murder. Due to my father's connections, my being a minor, and the circumstances, I only spent one year in jail. While I was in prision, mother, she couldn't take it and she, hung herself. After all that, Dad, changed. But during that time, I swore that I would never stand by and let another get hurt. That's when the shield and axes mark appeared."
Post by: Omicega on March 09, 2012, 06:01:43 pm
Post by: KingStrongbeard on March 09, 2012, 06:09:26 pm
Glaive is relieved to feel Falcata's touch. He returns her hug.
"I should have told you earlier. I'm sorry, but I was a coward and a murderer. You deserve better, Falcata. If you don't want me anymore, I will understand."
Post by: Omicega on March 09, 2012, 06:17:59 pm
Post by: KingStrongbeard on March 09, 2012, 06:23:54 pm
Glaive places a tender kiss of Falcata's lips.
((End scene?))
Post by: TALLPANZER on March 09, 2012, 08:33:17 pm
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Stiletto approaches Kat at the coronation party "Hello, enjoying yourself?"
Kat perked her ears up, seeing Stiletto and hearing her calls for her. "Oh hey Stiletto! Yes, i'm enjoying myself pretty much.. but Jaxler emptied the drinks again.."
Stiletto rolls her eyes "I should have know, but there are many ways to have fun Kat." offers her a hoof
Kat looks at Stiletto's offered hoof confusingly, tilting her head a bit wondering what she wants her to do with it
Stiletto magically takes her hat off and puts it to her chest while she bows her head down to Kat "Would you do me the honor of giving me this dance, young mare?"
Kat smiles and beams up from the offer, getting up from her seat she accepts Stiletto's hoof, saying "Gladly."
Stiletto takes Kat up in her forehooves and slowly flies her to the center of the dance floor
Kat seems only slightly nervous about this dance, but since every other ponies are dancing, she's pretty okay with it.
Stiletto begins to slowly circle the center of the dance floor with Kat held close "Should I lead, or would you like to?"
Kat was following her steps, "i.. i think you should.. i don't really know how to dance.." she admitted embrassingly
Stiletto leads her in the steps of a traditional Deutschmeiner sky dance "Then you are the most graceful pony I have ever had the pleasure to dance with."
Kat blushes in responds to that, trying to follow the dance but also trying not to seems awkward by it. "but.. i can't even dance well.."
Stiletto smiles and gives her the tiniest little squeeze about the withers "You are doing very well."
Kat continues to blush as they dance, looking up to Stiletto, meeting her eyes.. she smiled.
Stiletto smiles back at and Kat and leads her all about the air above the dance floor
Kat wasn't a great dancer she admit, but with Stiletto's lead, she did try her best and soon enough things begin to flow on it's own
Stiletto brings the two of them to the floor and lets their hooves touch the ground for just a moment and she half mumbles "Be still my heart."
Kat tilted her head slightly, confused. but she stayed still as Stiletto asked her to.
Stiletto stops as suddenly as Kat and giggles "I meant you were making my heart beat quickly Kat."
Kat blinks for a second before going all "OOooohhhh..." As realization hits her.. and it hits her with a blush.
Stiletto: "that is so very cute Kat."
Kat: "r.. really?"
Stiletto lifts her slowly back into the air and twirls her around "Yes."
Kat eeps and holds onto Stiletto as she's being twirls around by her like that.
Stiletto slows down and moves back into light easy movements
Kat slowed down as well to match Stiletto's pace, sighing softly and smiles up at her as they danced in the air.. she's already feeling more confident with her dancing dancing skills
Stiletto leads her in slow circles about the room, pulling her in close
Kat didn't mind being pulled in close at all, in fact, she also held onto Stiletto closer as well.. enjoying the moment
Stiletto lands on the ground as the song stops and then speaks softly into her ear "I love you, meine kleine Schwester."
Kat beamed happily from the whisper, still being held close by Stiletto, she whispers back "and i love you too.. พี่สาวของฉัน..."
Stiletto raises her wings to cover them from the crowd and keeps her voice low "Are you ready for a kiss?"
Kat blushes even more intense, she blinks and eeped shyly from the question.. "r.. right here?.. right now?"
Stiletto closes her eyes and nods still whispering "Nopony can see, I bet you are a wonderful kisser too."
Kat gulped, sweating slightly already "b-but.. I've never.. kissed.. a mare.. before.."
Stiletto: "Who do you want to have kiss you first then?"
Kat: "I.. didn't really.. um.. thought about that... but.. you're nice.. really.."
Stiletto: "You have time to think."
Kat smiles from that.. she held onto the larger mare even closer, then kisses her on the nose. "do i really need to?"
Stiletto smiles back as she rubs her noes with her hoof "one day." she then kisses Kats' neck
Kat closes her eyes and shudders softly, letting out a soft quiet Mmmm~.. "I think.. I know the answer.. but yes.. one day."
Stiletto lowers her wings, steps back and bows "It was a pleasure, Lady Kat you dance divinely."
Kat bowed down slightly as well, beaming happily "Likewise, Lady Stiletto.. Likewise."
Post by: JaxtalMK2 on March 10, 2012, 05:58:56 pm
Hey guess what! Another scene! And you better read it or Tall will kill you all.
Carmine is on his way home from a long day at the masons' shop. He has been satisfied with work lately.
Kat managed to sneak back into the town unnoticed so far tonight, her clothes and bits of her coat have splatters of blood on them, still fresh and warm and dribbling slightly. As soon as Carmine's in sight and alone, she would stumble out of her hiding place. She put on a blank far-away expression on her face, like the ones she sees when ponies get their 'inspirations'. She admits to herself, when she practiced in-front of a mirror, it damn well looks like she's really possessed.
Glyph sneaks back into the town, his front hooves still dripping blood, some running down his muzzle and chest as he approaches the hiding spot he had chosen. He let his eyes go disconnected and far away, and tried to take on the persona of one of the possessed ponies he had had to watch over just in case they became violent. He seemed to be doing a good job of it too.
Carmine is walking down the road to his apartment now, looking forward to a pleasant evening at home.
Glyph slowly walks out in front of Carmine, blocking his path with blood still slowly dripping from his muzzle.
Kat slowly comes up from behind, saying almost like singing a sad song of a siren.. "oh Carrmiine~..."
Carmine starts to run away from the blood covered Glyph, but then runs into the bloody Kat and hears her speak. He then runs to the side towards the well.
Glyph moves quickly and cuts carmine off. "Now now... you can’t be expecting to flee that easily..." His voice sounds dead and distant.
Kat spread her wings and flies forward, landing on the other side of Carmine. "Oh... Carrrmiiine~" she sings again, less like a song and more like a hiss this time.
Carmine shrinks away from Glyph and Kat. "Don't hurt me Mister Militant, Miss Guard. Why won't you leave me alone?" He asks, starting to shake.
Kat continues her song-like speech as she begin to slowly circle around Carmine. "Silly mortal.. your guard and militia aren't here tonight.. it's just you... me.. and him.. and a message from above.. or.. in this case.. below.."
Glyph begins to circle as well, close enough to strike out at Carmine if he wished. "Yes... we are looking forward to seeing you down there..."
Carmine Faints.
*An odd noise is heard from the stock pile*
Kat stares blankly at the fainted Carmine, then sighs a little. Hearing some noises from the stock pile, she decides to continue being possessed for now.
Glyph laughs fell and terrible. "He fainted... foolish mortal couldn't even hear our message..." he keeps the voice, and the faraway look, for all intents and purposes still seeming like a possessed pony.
Carmine lays on the ground defenseless.
*An odd song fills the air*
Kat grabs one of Carmine's forelegs and gestures for Glyph to do the same with his other foreleg. "The message must be delivered..." she says coldly as she begins to drag him over to the well.
*Loud wing beats can be heard from above*
"Indeed it must." Glyph takes the other foreleg pulling him along.
Kat continues to pull Carmine, with the help of Glyph, over to the well with fresh cold night's water in it. "Then he should be awake for this."
"That he should... a bit of water to wake him then." Glyph moves Carmine right next to the well.
Nightmare Moon stands in the light of the moon, her wings flared. Her majestic black coat shines brightly as her long blue starlit mane waves in the wind. She looks down on the group with glowing blue eyes.
Kat feels a disturbance in the air..
Nightmare Moon speaks in the royal Canterlot voice: "What do you think your doing?"
"We are delivering a message of course.” Glyph looks back at Kat, “Are we going to take the water out, or put the pony in."
Kat: "I say take the water out."
Nightmare Moon buffets her wings, causing a massive gust of wind. "You have NO right to do anything!"
Kat hisses back at the Alicorn. "Watch us."
"No." She lands next to Carmine and stands before them. "I think I will just stop you myself."
Glyph glances to Kat. "Do we worry, sister?"
"Why should we?"
"I don't think we should."
Nightmare Moon smiles. "Yes you do, I can see through your brave act as easy as I see the lives of all mortals."
Kat shrugs. "Come on brother, we've got a goal to finish. The sooner we get out of theses bodies the better. It disgust me."
Glyph nods. "Indeed sister. Foolish mortal, had he not fainted we could have left by now." Glyph moves over to the well and takes the bucket.
Nightmare Moon pulls the bucket from 'possessed' Glyphs' mouth with her magic and dumps the water all over 'possessed' Glyph and slams the bucket over his eyes. "You are finished."
Kat let out another sigh. "Why oh why must this be harder than it should be hmm? just why.." She opens her wings and pulls out one of her iron bolts, holding it with both of her hooves and placing the sharp bit of it to her throat lightly. "Well, good for me then. If the goal can't be achieved, then I'll just take this mare's life back with me."
"Oh is it time for that sister? Good, I can finally get out of this disgusting body." Glyph places his axe on the ground with the blade facing up, and lowers his neck to the blade. "Quicker this way, than dealing with the current annoyance."
Nightmare Moon narrows her eyes. "Oh really?" She takes Kats' quiver and Crossbow and throws them over the wall. "I decide who lives and who dies."
Kat grins pretty wickedly as the alicorn says that. "Oh we'll see about that.." She then begins to move the blade of her bolt across her throat slowly, just enough to cut for blood. It's small blade wouldn't actually be enough to kill her right away, though.
Glyph smiles darkly and begins to slide the blade across his neck, slowly working it across his neck, but not deep enough to kill him immediately.
Nightmare Moon looks intrigued. "More then one blow? Do you like pain?"
Kat almost laughed. Almost. "Pain? oh this have nothing to do with pain my dear. We simply want to ask you a question before we go that's all."
Glyph grins wickedly, a knowing grin.
Nightmare Moon smiles. "Oh but I decide when you go." A silver key appears around each of their necks. "But feel free to ask."
Kat almost looked startled.. almost. "Oh is that so? Then how about you take that book of yours out and check it one more time if theses little ponies won't be going tonight, hmm?"
Glyph doesn't even seem to react to the key, simply continuing to grin.
Nightmare Moon sighs. "Fine." A large ornate book appears, hoovering in front of the Goddess. The pages turn themselves until the middle of the book is reached. "Oh here they are... Oh my."
Kat "Well?"
Nightmare Moon perks her ears up. "These two are protected. Do you know what a Slayer is?"
Kat perks her ears up, her eyes going slightly wider and she almost looked a little more pale at the mention of 'Slayers'. The name itself made her take a step back in surprise. "O...Of course I know!.. Slayers.. killers of... d...demons..."
Glyph shies away as well, shaking a bit in fear. "S-slayers... s-sister, y-you assured me that these t-two..."
Nightmare Moon nods. "That is right, she will pull your essence out and slowly devour it. You will be undone as she feasts. The hosts will suffer, but you will feel none of it, just the slow inevitable numbing. The cold comes for you. Leave and you may be spared, maybe." as she finishes the sound of wings beating in the distance. "You might want to hurry."
Kat gulps, already visibly shaking and sweating. "c.. come on brother.. t.. this isn't worth it." She stutters out before taking another step back, then gasps in, head snapping up, mouth hanging open and eyes rising up. Her body shakes heavily for a couple of seconds before she collapses fully onto the floor.
Glyph stumbles back again, his voice wavering, "I... I a-agree... n-nothings w-worth that!" His body tenses and his head and eyes roll back as he trembles. He finally relaxes, and seems like a massive weight had descended on him, his legs wobbling like a newborn foals as they try to keep him up. "B-blood... K-kat... ohh my head..." Seeming to use extreme effort he lifts his head, looking at Nightmare moon. "You... w-who are... d-did y-you h-hurt K-kat?" his voice wavers, seeming to take most of his strength.
NightMare Moon lays a kiss of pleasant dreams on Kats' forehead, "This is a dream." and then places the same kiss on both of Glyphs' cheeks, the power of sleep in each kiss. She speaks when they both close their eyes "I will always fight for you, my loves. Any demon, I would slay them, for you." Then she speaks in an unsure whisper "Even if they are your own.” NightMare Moon then picks up Carmine in her forelegs and blows on his nose, waking him.
Carmine shakes his head slowly. "Wha...? I? Where?"
NightMare Moon looks into Carmines' eyes "You are safe now my child. Tomorrow you will have your whole life to be a good and joyous pony, and tonight will be a dream. Remember that we love you, and you have the power too chose." and she kisses his horn.
"I, zzuu?" Carmine goes cross eyed and passes out.
Nightmare Moon lifts Carmine onto her back and flies him home.
Kat is still left sleeping and bleeding in her own little pool of blood near the well.
Stiletto arrives on the seen an hour later as the sleep spell wears off. She stands above Glyph and Kat singing quietly.
Kat slowly and shakily wakes up from the sleep spell wearing off, feeling all dizzy and light-headed from the blood-loss, still not wanting to get up "nn... whu?"
Glyph barely cracks his eyes, still feeling groggy from the sleeping spell, "G-gde.... Kat, are you... okay? Stiletto? Is... is that you... singing?"
Stiletto presents them with a basket full of crundle steaks and blood orange juice bottles "I find you two in the strangest places, what were you two up to tonight?"
Kat groggily tries to stand up, finding the floor had developed the ability to move on it's own. "nn... i have no idea..... were I bleeding from my neck?"
"B-blood... I got cut on something?" Glyph drags himself to his feet, wobbling a bit. "Kak zhe my... why are we here..."
Stiletto looks over their wounds. "How did that happen? You should eat and drink to get your strength back."
Kat nods as she gets to her hooves, still feeling dizzy. "nn.. yeah.. ugh.. it smells here.. I want to clean.." she complains.
"I... but... wait, Friesden... where is she? She... she's okay right? I... I need to go back to her..." Glyph takes a staggering step towards the apartments, then stops, looking at himself. "B-but all this blood... I n-need to clan myself first..."
Stiletto takes some cloth from her saddle bags and hands it to the two of them. "lucky for you two are near the well. Clean up and I will take you home, Falacata has been teaching me how to fly faster, and when we get home I will finish my song."
Glyph nods, then goes over to the well. "U-umm Stiletto... why are you carrying a basket of food around this late?"
Kat stumbles over to the well as well, looking at her bloodied dress and frowns..
Stiletto looks to the side. "It was... a snack, I like Blood orange juice very much, and I need protein after a hard work out."
Kat picks up the bucket so she can use it get some water,. before noticing something. "Um... why is there a big dent on the bucket?"
Glyph rubs his forehead. "There is? Uuugh... my head's hurting a bit too..."
Stiletto trots over to take a look. "There is?" She examines the bucket. "Glyph, this kind of looks like your head shape, did you fall in the well?"
"I... I'm not wet..." Glyph looks himself over. "I don't think so... we should really put a grate on that thing though... it seems like everypony falls in..."
"Yeah.." Kat shakes her head slightly as she dips the bucket into the well to get some water so they both can wash. Her stomach growling with the ferocity of a manticore interrupts her, though.
Stiletto nods her head. "We should get somepony to do it, first thing in the morning. But right now we should get home and eat."
"Yeah... malyutka... I hope she's still asleep... I promised I'd always be there for her... If she woke up..." Glyph quickly rinses the blood from his coat, continuously glancing over at the apartments.
Kat was just as quick in cleaning herself, though she'll still have to change into dry clothes later. "mm... wait.." she realizes something when she open up her wings, her eyes going wide in slight panic "My crossbow! and quiver! It's gone!"
Stiletto checks Kat over one more time "Oh dear, what do we do? Do you remember what you last did with them? wait, why is there blood all over? Do you know what happened, do you need to see Wool and Panacea?"
"I... I don't know... I think I'm fine... wait... my axe where..." Glyph looks over and sees his axe. "There it- wait... there's blood on it..."
"Did you get hit on the head and fall on your axe, Glyph? What were you doing last night, is this more," *whispers* "play time?"
Kat sighs about her lost crossbow before continuing to wash herself with more water, trying to get the blood off... and it's not coming off easily "It's going to strain so bad..."
"Fall on it? But... why would I have had it out though..." Glyph shakes his head. "I just hope nopony was hurt, with all this blood..."
Stiletto smiles. "That just means I get to take you dress shopping Kat." She then nods solemnly at Glyphs' words. "I will check the hospital, if you want me too."
Kat perks her ears up from the word 'dress shopping'. "Oohh! you're right! I guess I found my excuse to buy more dresses!"
"Might be good... I hope that I didn't..." Glyph shakes his head again, cleaning his axe as well before slinging it. He sighs a little. "Back home you were lucky to have more than work clothes... and usually only one set..."
Stiletto reaches for her bits pouch "I can give you money to buy some new clothing Glyph. So clean up, and we can get home."
Glyph picks up his hat and puts it on. "I'm ready... I really hope Friesden's okay...”
Kat nods and sighs, finishing up cleaning herself. “Yeah I'm ready too.. I guess I could go search for my crossbow later.”
Glyph leads the others back to his apartment, quietly opening the door and checking on Friesden. Luckily, she seemed to not have stirred, still sleeping just as he had left her.
Stiletto quietly walks in and smiles at the sight of a peacefully sleeping Friesden.
Kat follows in, seeing the still-sleeping Friesden. She smiles warmly at that.
Stiletto quietly speaks. "Eat, drink and then get ready to sleep. I will sing a lullaby to you all, for sweet dreams."
"You will? Thank you moĭ samyĭ opytnyĭ lyubvi, that will be nice... will you sleep here too Kat?" Glyph begins to eat a bit as he talks.
Kat smiles at that as she begins to eat a bit as well, nodding "Mmhmm.. that'd be really lovely.."
Stiletto takes one bottle of blood orange juice and begins to drink. "Is that the lopony words for my love title?"
Glyph nods, smiling. "It is, it feels nice speaking my home language again..."
Kat sighs in contentment after eating a bit of the food, leaning over to nuzzle both Glyph and Stiletto. "So many languages to hear.. so many languages to speak."
Glyph leans into the nuzzle. "Do you know any other languages Kat? I'd love to hear yours sometime."
"I did take me a long time to translate this lullaby... that is a good question Glyph, I have heard you use odd words before Kat."
Kat smiles and giggles as she blushes slightly from the question, pawing at the floor slightly "Mm.. yes.. I know the language of my homeland."
Glyph smiles more. "It's kinda fun, hearing new languages, and learning them... We have so many now..."
Stiletto finishes her blood orange juice. "These things are very interesting, but they should wait until morning. Now let me tuck you in and sing you to sleep."
Glyph finishes the last of his food, then nuzzles Stiletto once more before climbing into bed and cuddling up to Friesden.
Kat follows Glyph up onto the bed, opening a wing to cover little Friesden under it and smiles as she rests comfortably on the other side of Glyph. "Mm.. sounds lovely."
Stiletto sings in an enchantingly relaxing tone:
The sun is sleeping quietly
Once upon a century
Wistful oceans calm and red
Ardent caresses laid to rest
For my dreams I hold my life
For wishes I behold my nights
The truth at the end of time
Losing faith makes a crime
I wish for this night time
to last for a life-time
The darkness around me
Shores of a solar sea
Oh how I wish to go down with the sun
Sleeping
Weeping
With you
Sorrow has a human heart
From my god it will depart
I'd sail before a thousand moons
Never finding where to go
Two hundred twenty-two days of light
Will be desired by a night
A moment for the poet's play
Until there's nothing left to say
I wish for this night-time to last for a lifetime
The darkness around me
Shores of a solar sea
Oh how I wish to go down with the sun
Sleeping
Weeping
With you
I wish for this night-time to last for a lifetime
The darkness around me
Shores of a solar sea
Oh how I wish to go down with the sun
Sleeping
Weeping
With you....
((Song: Sleeping sun by Nightwish.))
With three fast asleep, Stiletto exits the apartment silently and flies to the church. She bows before the statue of Luna and then kisses it on the top of her muzzle. “Forgive me for borrowing your form Goddess.”
The next morning, a bucket of black paint and a bucket of dimple cup dye were reported missing.
Post by: Omicega on March 11, 2012, 04:00:36 pm
Post by: KingStrongbeard on March 11, 2012, 05:56:38 pm
Glaive and Falcata stand in a clear area, in the center of Dawnpick. All the other ponies are keeping their distance, for fear of accidentally being hit. The lovers are clad in all their shining steel, and face each other, looks of deep concentration on each of their faces. Sweat runs down each of their faces as they circle each other. Suddenly Glaive thinks he spies an opening in the pegasi's defense. He lunges with a war-cry swinging his blade for his lover's head.
Post by: Omicega on March 11, 2012, 06:08:27 pm
Post by: KingStrongbeard on March 11, 2012, 06:18:48 pm
As Falcata dodges the downswing of Glaive's axe he smiles to himself. 'Just what I knew you would do dear.' As he twists the blade in the air turning the downward swing into a horizontal strike. The blow would surely have connected if not for Falcata's luck in stumbling on the rock. Glaive's swing goes over her head as she falls, leaving him open with his shield and axe on the wrong side of him from Falcata.
Post by: Omicega on March 11, 2012, 06:27:59 pm
Post by: KingStrongbeard on March 11, 2012, 06:34:46 pm
Glaive manages to stumble backwards barely avoiding the first strike by a hair's width, his shield to far away to be useful and his axe is twisted the wrong way in his mouth and unreadied, he drops his concentration on the shield causing it to drop to the ground with a thud and instead he reaches out with his magic to grab hold of the shaft of Falcata's axe, beginning to wrestle with her for control over the weapon.
Post by: Omicega on March 11, 2012, 06:45:17 pm
Post by: KingStrongbeard on March 11, 2012, 06:56:55 pm
Suddenly Glaive is hit by the white pegasus and they tumble together to the hard ground. Glaive lies on his back with the mare on top of him. The blow knocked Glaive's axe away from mouth, but he maintains his telekinetic grip on Falcata's weapon and knowing he can't beat her in this position begins to pull it in close from behind her, hopefully before he get's a face full of hoof.
Post by: Omicega on March 11, 2012, 07:03:59 pm
Post by: KingStrongbeard on March 11, 2012, 07:10:41 pm
Falcata's victory is cut short as she suddenly feels the gentle touch of her own axe's blade on her neck glowing faintly in Glaive's magic grasp. Glaive had pulled the axe around behind her back and caught her unawares. They had each other at each other's mercy.
"Sorry dear, but I guess this time it's a draw. Maybe next time."
The smuggest grin Falcata had ever seen beams across Glaive's face.
Post by: Omicega on March 11, 2012, 07:24:24 pm
Post by: KingStrongbeard on March 11, 2012, 07:36:50 pm
Glaive takes a second to recover after being hit in the face. After making sure his jaw was still in the right place, he levitates the axe around to give it back to his beloved, and sure enough it is her own weapon.
"Indeed it is my dear. You let it go but I still had a grip on it. And I don't apologize for 'cheating.' One day you may have to fight a tentacle pony, or an Underlord, or something else with similar powers, and I couldn't let you be unprepared for that. Besides, without my magic I wouldn't be a match for you and you wouldn't have had nearly as much fun."
Glaive is clearly tired and out of breath from the sparing and rests his head back on the ground, looking up the sky above, while Falcata is still sitting on his chest.
Post by: Omicega on March 11, 2012, 07:47:25 pm
Post by: KingStrongbeard on March 11, 2012, 08:01:04 pm
"Aw my jaw will be fine, although, hehe, a few more kisses might speed it's recovery."
________________
Minutes Pass
The two ponies relax in the grass cuddling up to each other and looking at the sky, watching the clouds lazily float by. They are still in their armor in the same spot where they tumbled together minutes ago. Glaive speaks, "Falcata, what's it like? I mean being able to fly up among the clouds and the stars in the sky. You pegasi have such luck to be born with wings, while the rest of us are forever held captive by the forces of gravity."
Post by: Omicega on March 11, 2012, 08:15:54 pm
Post by: KingStrongbeard on March 11, 2012, 08:32:49 pm
"I'm sure it is." Glaive thinks to himself for a moment, not sure how to explain the senses and feelings that sounded his magic. "Magic is, well, hmm...When a Unicorn is using their magic, they can sense the world in a whole new way. You can see the connections in everything around you, and by pulling on the different threads of fate you can change reality itself. It's beautiful to see how the whole world is intertwined like that. The heavens and the earth, predators and their prey, ponies to each other, and everything to everything else. It is difficult to explain. It's like trying to tell a blind pony what "red" means, or actually more like trying to describe a symphony to a deaf pony."
Glaive pauses for a number of seconds before adding, "My magic may not be all that great in the larger scheme of things, but I'd not trade it for anything in the world. Still, I do wish I could see the skies the way you do, at least once."
Post by: Omicega on March 11, 2012, 08:50:30 pm
Post by: KingStrongbeard on March 12, 2012, 02:40:03 pm
Glaive ponders for a moment, "Yes, the Alicorns, they are truly blessed to have been born with both. Though for the most part, in my experience they either take their powers for granted, wasting away their potential, or act like just having wings and a horn makes them better than other ponies. Not that there aren't exceptions to that. And the earthponies, well I've been told that they have some more subtle magics, things to make their plants grow better and to better understand the rock they mine, or the trees they cut, but I still pity them. I can't imagine growing up and seeing your friends learn to fly, or to harness powerful magic, while you can only make the apples grow a littler bigger, or little faster, with months of effort and work. It must be hard."
Post by: Omicega on March 12, 2012, 02:55:56 pm
Post by: KingStrongbeard on March 12, 2012, 03:18:12 pm
Glaive considers the implications of Pegasi being faster than Alicorns. 'Square cube law, affecting the ratio between mass and surface area of the wing? Or maybe Alicorns have denser bones like an earthpony creating a more dense pony overall? Probably both. Maybe ask Stiletto later, don't want to bore Falcata with that.'
Glaive's thinking is interrupted when he realizes that Falcata had just asked him a question.
"Well to be honest, it would probably bother me more if more of them really used it. As rare as Alicorns are, there's what one in all Dawnpick, combined with the fact that not all of them are really all that strong with their magic, they don't really rule the magic circles. A strong, or heavily practiced, unicorn can be much more magical then an average Alicorn. Still the strongest of Alicorns are beyond the powers of any unicorn. But, Unicorns have them beat in shear numbers. I suppose it doesn't much bother me, since I know their are a lot of unicorns more powerful than me. I know a few simple spells, and could probably learn more if I put my mind to it. But mostly I've just focused on using my telekinetic powers to help fight. Though if I had invested more time and effort into it and found I was still not as good as some naturally talented Alicorn, who worked half as hard for half as long, and that I could never catch up, I'd probably be envious. That's probably why a lot of ponies don't like them much."
Post by: Omicega on March 12, 2012, 03:31:32 pm
Post by: KingStrongbeard on March 12, 2012, 03:50:08 pm
Glaive detects the excitement in Falcata's voice and realizes what she is suggesting. Glaive sits up thinking for a moment before excitedly adding.
"A proper flight spell is probably beyond me BUT, unicorn foals for their first year or so sometimes get powerful magic surges, this can occasionally create a little flying incredibly powerful magic foal. Has driven more than one non-Pegasus caregiver insane. But that does prove it's possible to lift ones self with magic. I could probably harness something like that to make me seem lighter, at the very least. Then...we could... uh, fly together...if um...you'd carry me."
Post by: Omicega on March 12, 2012, 04:14:52 pm
Post by: KingStrongbeard on March 12, 2012, 04:33:01 pm
Glaive is quite excited by this prospect. "Yes, this could work. I know there is a spell for Cloud-walking. Unicorns use it to visit the cloud cities. We could sit up their for hours if we liked. I should be able to get a copy of that from the next caravan with just a little luck, and with some practice I think I'll be able to use my telekinetic powers to give myself enough lift to make me effectively light enough for you to carry." Glaive kisses Falcata on the cheek. "You are brilliant. I should start to practice right away. I'll see you later tonight." Glaive kisses her again on the opposite side, and trots off toward his room wishing he'd brought more of his dad's magic books.
Post by: Omicega on March 12, 2012, 04:44:53 pm
Post by: Dsarker on March 12, 2012, 06:09:19 pm
Post by: JaxtalMK2 on March 12, 2012, 06:15:37 pm
I smile as Friesden wakes, hugging her close. "Good morning malyutka, how did you sleep?"
Post by: Dsarker on March 12, 2012, 06:19:21 pm
Post by: JaxtalMK2 on March 12, 2012, 06:22:14 pm
"Perfectly, seeing as I was holding my little Friesdizzy..." I nuzzle Friesden. "So, what do you want for breakfast?"
Post by: Dsarker on March 12, 2012, 06:23:24 pm
Post by: JaxtalMK2 on March 12, 2012, 06:42:18 pm
I think a bit, before climbing out of bed. "Nothing specific comes to mind, maybe we should just go to the dining hall and see what looks good?"
Post by: Dsarker on March 12, 2012, 06:44:27 pm
"Maybe I'll see dad there. He'll remember me. Or mum. Or I'll see both of them!"
Post by: JaxtalMK2 on March 12, 2012, 06:56:30 pm
I shuffle my hooves a bit, "Y-yeah... maybe..." I grab my hat and go to the door. "Either way, should be nice. Maybe we can play some after?"
Post by: Dsarker on March 12, 2012, 06:57:29 pm
Post by: JaxtalMK2 on March 12, 2012, 07:09:07 pm
I lead Friesden down to the dining hall, trying to keep my mood up. I walk in and look around, hoping not to see Carmine, and trying to think of what to eat.
Post by: Dsarker on March 12, 2012, 07:12:38 pm
Post by: JaxtalMK2 on March 12, 2012, 07:17:36 pm
"Well, you wanna get something, or just find us a seat?" I notice Friesden look down and put a hoof on her withers, not really knowing what to say.
Post by: Dsarker on March 12, 2012, 07:19:50 pm
Friesden looks around, trying to find a table with two seats.
Post by: JaxtalMK2 on March 12, 2012, 07:26:15 pm
I nod, and walk off to find us some food, still a bit worried about Friesden. 'What's gonna happen when she sees her father again... he's just going to deny her... I hope she'll be alright..."
I gather a small pile of food, and look for where Friesden is.
Post by: Dsarker on March 12, 2012, 07:36:15 pm
"Glyph! Over here!"
Post by: JaxtalMK2 on March 12, 2012, 07:39:45 pm
I trot over to her, placing the plates in front of her. "I don't really know what you like, so I just got a bit of everything. Sorry I couldn't make you anything... maybe tomorrow?" I smile as I sit next to her. "Maybe I could find some nice recipes..."
Post by: Dsarker on March 12, 2012, 07:43:06 pm
Post by: JaxtalMK2 on March 12, 2012, 07:46:36 pm
"Your mother? Might be nice to see her, I would like to cook something for you. I want to see Virtue too... but for now, food." I begin to eat, trying to think of some things to do with Friesden.
Post by: Dsarker on March 12, 2012, 07:50:07 pm
Post by: JaxtalMK2 on March 12, 2012, 08:07:42 pm
I chuckle a bit, watching her practically inhale her food. "What's the rush? Nopony's gonna take your food away from you."
Post by: Dsarker on March 12, 2012, 08:10:34 pm
"R-r-really?"
Post by: JaxtalMK2 on March 12, 2012, 08:14:19 pm
"Course not, Kakaya glupaya idyeya... who would do that?" I smile as I take another bite. "Just take your time and enjoy your food."
Post by: Dsarker on March 12, 2012, 08:16:59 pm
Post by: JaxtalMK2 on March 12, 2012, 08:20:21 pm
I cock my head, curious now. "You know you can tell me anything, right sweetling? If you're ever worried about something just tell me."
Post by: Dsarker on March 12, 2012, 08:21:46 pm
Post by: JaxtalMK2 on March 12, 2012, 08:28:05 pm
"It's okay malyutka..." I give Friesden a quick hug. "Just forget I asked." I return to my food for a bit before speaking again. "So, what do you think we should play after we're done with breakfast?"
Post by: Dsarker on March 12, 2012, 08:33:01 pm
Post by: JaxtalMK2 on March 12, 2012, 08:38:28 pm
I chuckle again. "A race? Sounds like fun, what else do you like to do? Maybe hide and seek?"
Post by: Dsarker on March 12, 2012, 08:41:25 pm
Post by: JaxtalMK2 on March 12, 2012, 08:53:01 pm
I nod, finishing the last of my food. "If you want, lead the way." I smile, enjoying the thought of spending a day playing with Friesden. We head outside, ready to have all kinds of fun.
Post by: Powder Miner on March 12, 2012, 10:29:22 pm
"Yeah, well mining is a pretty isolated profession, and I spend a lot of time on it because I want to get good."
Post by: jaxler on March 12, 2012, 10:35:48 pm
"I guess that makes sense. Speaking of mining, how exactly has the whole digging thing been going for ya recently?"
Post by: Powder Miner on March 13, 2012, 06:32:41 pm
"I'm actually getting pretty good at. Let's see... the term was 'Accomplished' that my clan came up with."
Post by: jaxler on March 13, 2012, 07:29:38 pm
"It's good to hear that you're still getting better at mining, but what exactly is the rank after accomplished?"
Post by: Khenal on March 14, 2012, 02:47:58 pm
Soft music can be heard emanating from Falcata's apartment, though only those passing close by would even hear it. She and I are playing together: her on the lyre and me on the piccolo. The song is a simple one, more of a warm up than a true song, but it's still quite beautiful. The combination of lyre and piccolo makes for a uniquely haunting sound, perhaps not unlike what a siren might sing.
Post by: Omicega on March 14, 2012, 03:00:02 pm
Post by: KingStrongbeard on March 14, 2012, 03:05:49 pm
Glaive is walking down the hall toward Falcata's room. They had the rest of the day off and he hoped to spend it together with her. As he approaches he hears a soft and beutiful melody. 'She plays divinely.' Glaive thought, but after a few seconds something dawned on him. That wasn't the sound of just her lyre. She was playing with someone else? 'Who here can play that well?' He thought, before slowing opening the door and seeing Falcata and Flux their attention fully fixated on their music.
Glaive not wanting to speak and interrupt their song, walks in and closes the door behind him quietly, and prepares to wait for them to finish.
Post by: Khenal on March 14, 2012, 03:10:05 pm
As the warm up draws to a close, I open my eyes and lower the piccolo. I open my mouth to compliment Falcata, but only a squeak escapes as I notice Glaive in the room.
Post by: Omicega on March 14, 2012, 03:17:36 pm
Post by: KingStrongbeard on March 14, 2012, 03:28:21 pm
"Just a few moments ago." Glaive begins to walk closer to Falcata, and sits down next to her closer than would be strictly necessary, and across from Flux.
"I didn't know that you could play Flux."
Glaive's eyes find the piccolo in Flux's hooves. "Is that the piccolo that Willow made? Does Lady Virtue know you have that?"
Post by: Khenal on March 14, 2012, 03:32:41 pm
My eyes widen in guilt at Glaive's questions. After stammering for a few moments, I settle for the truth.
"Um... yes it is and no she doesn't? I, uh, almost have enough to give her an offer for it, though..."
Post by: KingStrongbeard on March 14, 2012, 03:44:12 pm
Glaive sighs, "You're lucky I'm not in the guard or I'd have to do something about that, but I'd rather see it in the hooves of a musician that can use it then sitting around collecting dust. Still you should ask for permission to use it. But I won't say a word about it."
Glaive continues thinking to himself. His mind racing. 'Flux always seemed like a good pony, but he's been around that Stiletto a lot, and who knows what ideas she's put in his head. I trust Falcata, but can I trust him? I'm don't like him being here alone with her.'
Post by: Omicega on March 14, 2012, 03:55:55 pm
Post by: KingStrongbeard on March 14, 2012, 04:05:52 pm
"Ah, no I can't say I have. Why don't you every play in the dinning hall Flux? Or out in the yard. Someplace where everypony could appreciate your talents? Dawnpick could use more entertainment."
Post by: Khenal on March 14, 2012, 05:00:58 pm
"Um... because I don't want to get arrested? I, uh, suppose I could play my lyre, but Falcata's really good with it."
Post by: KingStrongbeard on March 14, 2012, 05:09:12 pm
"Heh, well obviously I didn't mean playing this one, at least not without permission."
Glaive considers the other words Flux has just spoken. "Your Lyre? I thought that belonged to Falcata?"
Post by: Omicega on March 14, 2012, 05:12:37 pm
Post by: KingStrongbeard on March 14, 2012, 05:28:19 pm
Glaive examines the lyre more closely then before. It was bronze and clearly very old, it's age had not been a surprise to him when he thought it had been Falcata's from all those years ago, but Flux had obviously had this one a long time. And it's craftponyship was excellent. And the sound it produced it was a wonderful piece of work.
Glaive turns to Flux, a serious expression on his face. "This instrument is a work of art Flux, but please I don't understand something, did you give it to her, or did you lend it to her, until she could get her own?"
Post by: Khenal on March 14, 2012, 05:33:28 pm
I consider for a moment. After all, I never really specified if it was a loan or a gift, did I? I glance to Falcata, still thinking.
'It just... fits her, I think.'
I nod slightly to myself, decision reached.
"It's, um, hers now."
Post by: Omicega on March 14, 2012, 05:41:50 pm
Post by: KingStrongbeard on March 14, 2012, 05:43:13 pm
Glaive glances back at the lyre, 'It's a bit worn, but it would likely still fetch several hundred bits at market,' thinks Glaive to himself, 'this is no small gift.'
Glaive has a brief look of sadness across his face. Before it turns to a more serious look. "Flux, I'd like to talk with you alone for a moment. Care to take a walk outside?" Glaive asks, with no hint of a question in his voice, while already standing to open the door.
Post by: Omicega on March 14, 2012, 05:55:04 pm
Post by: Khenal on March 14, 2012, 05:58:48 pm
Glaive's 'question' seems anything but, so I stand to follow him outside. Falcata's reaction, however, startles me into backing into the wall. I nervously glance between the two of them, getting the feeling that things are about to get very awkward indeed.
Post by: KingStrongbeard on March 14, 2012, 06:07:04 pm
Glaive tenses as Falcata speaks and then sighs, with his head still facing the doorway, Glaive just says, "Falcata, I love you, but please, I can't have this conversation in front of you. Please stay here. I'll be right back....I promise I won't hurt him. We're just going to talk."
Post by: Omicega on March 14, 2012, 06:19:24 pm
Post by: KingStrongbeard on March 14, 2012, 06:36:22 pm
"Rahgahgahgah! Okay! We'll do it here."
Glaive turns and walks right up to Flux. Glaive stares Flux in the eyes and says, "Flux, I don't appreciate you showering my Falcata with expensive gifts. I don't know what your trying to get out of her but I can guess. I don't know what sick ideas that whore Stiletto has been poisoning your mind with, but Falcata and I want none of them. We aren't interested. And I don't want to find you in here again. Out!" He stomps his hoof hard on the floor with the last word.
Post by: Khenal on March 14, 2012, 06:49:50 pm
I shrink away as Glaive approaches. When he calls Stiletto, my Beautiful One, a whore, my eyes harden. I stand as he finishes and fix him with my own gaze.
"It is /not/ an expensive gift, Glaive. It's a meaningful one to a good friend. My family got that harp made from the first bit of bronze I ever smelted. I got my mark when they presented it to me. When Falcata told me of her friend from her childhood, how she never played music again after he passed, I knew she had to have it. She needed it more than me, and she still does!"
I lean forward, having to get on tip-hooves to look Glaive further in the eyes as I whisper to him.
"And if I ever hear you say something so vile about Stiletto again, I will find a way to make you regret it."
Post by: Omicega on March 14, 2012, 06:59:38 pm
Post by: KingStrongbeard on March 14, 2012, 07:01:32 pm
"If even a fraction of the things I've heard about your Stiletto are true, then she is the vilest, most disgusting pervert I have ever had the misfortune of knowing."
Post by: Khenal on March 14, 2012, 07:07:26 pm
Wordlessly, I stomp at Glaive's right front pastern: the delicate bones just above the hoof.
Post by: KingStrongbeard on March 14, 2012, 07:23:33 pm
Glaive expected a response to that. What he didn't expect was a hit to a weak point. His lack of faith in this earthponies fighting abilities has cost him the use of his right front leg as the bone is badly fractured.
"Ahh." The pain was bad but would have been much worse if Flux had struck him in one of his good legs.
"Ragh!" Glaive now angry, and ready to defend himself, grabs Flux with his magic and shoves him as hard as he can manage toward the door to Falcata's apartment.
Post by: Omicega on March 14, 2012, 07:30:34 pm
Post by: Khenal on March 14, 2012, 07:33:10 pm
My eyes go wide in horror as I hear the snap from Glaive's leg, the sound snapping me out of my anger. I don't resist at all as he magically shoves me out of the apartment.
"Sisters above! Glaive, Falcata I'm sorry! I was just... I'm so, so sorry!"
Post by: KingStrongbeard on March 14, 2012, 07:40:46 pm
Seeing that Flux is out of the apartment, and hearing Falcata yelling, Glaive moves to exit the apartment. The limited, numb feelings he gets from his now also broken leg is not enough to prevent what happens next. Glaive takes but one step toward the door, but his leg gives way just above the hoof where Flux struck him, the sudden loss of balance causes Glaive to tumble and hit the ground hard. Glaive swears loudly as he hits the ground. Anypony looking would see that his right front hoof is bent at an unnatural angle.
Post by: Omicega on March 14, 2012, 07:45:52 pm
Post by: Khenal on March 14, 2012, 07:49:03 pm
I stand in the doorway, unsure if I should try to help or simply stay out of the way, tears starting to well up as what I've done starts to sink in.
Post by: jaxler on March 14, 2012, 07:50:56 pm
Jaxler was trying to ignore the commotion in the upper levels of the dormitory, but that last yell really pissed him off. He put a bolt in his crossbow and said "I'll be right back, Powder". Then he flew up to the sight of the yelling and saw pony on the ground, whom had a badly broken leg.
"What the bucking hell happened here!"
Post by: KingStrongbeard on March 14, 2012, 07:58:59 pm
Glaive accepts Falcata's help in getting up, and with his good foreleg wrapped tightly around her and his useless and broken leg dangling to the side, Glaive takes a look at it. "Oh Noval Istbar that's broken real bad. Thank you for the help Falcata, I'm sorry it came to blows, I didn't want that to happen."
Glaive then looks up and sees Jaxler arrive on the scene. "It was Flux, the *Buy some Apples* suckerbucked me in my leg."
((Using *Buy some Apples* as a way to censor things best left unsaid is a reference to the fan videos Friendship is Witchcraft. You can find them all on Youtube. They are okay, not great, but okay.))
Post by: Khenal on March 14, 2012, 08:02:13 pm
Head down, I stand to the side and say nothing. Glaive was right, after all.
'I'm a terrible pony...'
Post by: Omicega on March 14, 2012, 08:08:53 pm
Post by: jaxler on March 14, 2012, 08:28:36 pm
Jaxler found it strange that Flux could have done this, let alone have done this without being provoked. Something about this whole event seemed wired. But regardless of how much Jaxler wanted to ask questions he couldn't just sit there and talk. "Falcata, you get Glaive to the hospital. I'll go grab flux for questioning". As Jaxler was about to leave to room to talk to flux he spotted something on the ground.
"What the hell is this piccolo doing in here!?"
Post by: DVNO on March 14, 2012, 08:41:33 pm
In a peaceful little meadow not so far away, a weathered marble statue sat. This statue in particular displayed an imposing Creature, hands reared back, head transfixed in what seemed like a perpetual warcry. His head is horse-like, with a deer antler on the right, a goat horn on the left, one long fang, different-sized pupils, a snake tongue, and a devilish goatee. He has the right arm of a lion, the left claw of an eagle, the right leg of a lizard, and the left leg of a goat. In addition, he has a bat's right wing, a Pegasus' left wing, and a snake's tail. He rested on a pedestal with a worn, almost unreadable plaque. The plaque read 'Discord: May ye rest in hell.'
"OUT! EVERYPONY OUT NOW ASDFHGHG"
The shout echoed down the meadow, long and faint, yet powerful none the less. the disturbance causes a single wide crack to arc up the statue.
"Sisters above! Glaive, Falcata I'm sorry! I was just... I'm so, so sorry!"
Another wide crack splinters across the statue vertically.
"What the bucking hell happened here!"
The statue blasts apart, The draconequus breathes life again.
"YAWWWGH!"
The draconequus's intimidating pose turns into a mundane stretch
"Call me any name you want, Celestia, at least I don't turn ponies to stone..." Discord growled, exercising the pain out of his neck.
Post by: KingStrongbeard on March 14, 2012, 08:47:50 pm
(http://dl.dropbox.com/u/41621737/GlaiveAvatarDorfbeard.jpg)(http://i1135.photobucket.com/albums/m638/bradshja/FalcataAvatar.jpg)
Falcata and Glaive, taking Jaxler's advice begin to move away from Falcata's home, stopping only for Glaive to magic the door back into place, and heading to the hospital to have Glaive's leg set.
Post by: jaxler on March 14, 2012, 09:01:00 pm
Jaxler watched as Falcata took Glaive out of the room. He would have picked up the piccolo but he knew better then to tamper with a crime scene. With this in mind he walked out the door and saw Flux weeping. He sat down next to him not really knowing what to to say.
"um Flux... I need to talk to you..."
Post by: Khenal on March 14, 2012, 09:11:41 pm
I raise my eyes to look at Jaxler, answering him almost emotionlessly as tears continue to fall.
"...Yes?"
Post by: jaxler on March 14, 2012, 09:20:23 pm
flux's reply and tears made Jaxler a bit discouraged, but he maintained his composure.
"Flux, why was Glaive on the ground with a bent leg?"
Post by: Khenal on March 14, 2012, 09:23:20 pm
I look away from Jaxler, but answer him.
"He tried to walk after I broke it..."
Post by: jaxler on March 14, 2012, 09:29:17 pm
Jaxler never would imagine that flux would act so violent unless he had a good cause.
"Please tell me that you were provoked by Glaive. I can't imagine that you would do this without a good reason."
Post by: Khenal on March 14, 2012, 09:43:40 pm
My stoic demeanor starts to crumble as I talk.
"He said... s-some things. I, um, told him to not s-say anything l-like that again or I'd m-make him r-regret it. He s-said more things... so... so I... b-broke h-h-his l-l-leg!"
The walls crumble and I start bawling, my retelling of what happened being my final damnation. I turn away from Jaxler, still crying, wishing he didn't have to waste his time on arresting me.
Post by: jaxler on March 14, 2012, 09:48:31 pm
"What did he say?"
Post by: Khenal on March 14, 2012, 09:51:02 pm
"H-h-h-he insul-sul-sulted Stiletto!"
Post by: jaxler on March 14, 2012, 10:04:11 pm
"Then you did nothing morally wrong in defending the honor of a loved one, but I'm afraid that I'm going to haft to arrest you for battery."
Jaxler was feeling sick to his stomach to be doing this to such a fragile pony and to make things worse he would haft to question Flux about the piccolo later on in the day.
Post by: Khenal on March 14, 2012, 10:06:45 pm
I take a few moments to try to get myself together before standing. Head hanging, I prepare to follow Jaxler wherever he leads me.
Post by: jaxler on March 14, 2012, 10:16:18 pm
As the two walk over to the keep the sadness radiating off of Flux becomes unbearable.
"You did nothing wrong in suckerbucking a jackass. I actually respect you more for doing so."
Post by: Khenal on March 14, 2012, 10:22:12 pm
I give a small grunt in response, not really processing what he said for a moment. Once it sinks in, though, it almost shocks me right out of my current depression. My head snaps up and I give Jaxler a confused look, tears still dripping down my face.
"Wait, what? But... you don't like Stiletto..."
Post by: jaxler on March 14, 2012, 10:30:27 pm
"Yeah, I don't like her, but you do. All you did was stand up for what you believe in, and I respect that"
Post by: Khenal on March 14, 2012, 10:41:58 pm
I simply stare at Jaxler, unsure how to respond to that.
"I... um... thanks, Jaxler."
I give him a small smile before remembering that I am, in fact, under arrest and heading to somepony qualified to sentence me. Looking at the keep, I swallow, wondering just what my punishment might be.
Post by: jaxler on March 14, 2012, 10:48:59 pm
The two finally reached the keep. "Looks like we're here." Jaxler extended his hoof and knocked on the door.
"If it makes you feel any better, I can promise you That I'll try my best to convince Virtue to let you off with as little punishment as possible."
Post by: Telgin on March 14, 2012, 10:55:04 pm
Virtue looks up from the stack of papers on her desk as somepony knocks at the door. "Come in!" she calls, a bit too caught up in what she was doing to get up and open the door herself.
Post by: jaxler on March 14, 2012, 10:57:06 pm
Jaxler opened the door and walked inside the keep.
"Aye Virtue, I kinda had to arrest Flux."
Post by: Khenal on March 14, 2012, 10:58:15 pm
I sheepishly shuffle into Virtue's office behind Jaxler, my eyes locked on the floor.
Post by: Telgin on March 14, 2012, 11:07:11 pm
She looks up from her papers as she hears the two enter, not quite sure what to expect. When she hears Jaxler say that he'd arrested Flux, and sees Flux' cresftallen expression, her jaw drops. "Wh-what? Arrested?"
Post by: jaxler on March 14, 2012, 11:10:14 pm
Jaxler pulled out a chair and sat down
"yep, Flux snapped glaive's leg like a twig"
Post by: Khenal on March 14, 2012, 11:13:22 pm
I wince at Jaxler's response, then quietly nod my head.
Post by: Telgin on March 14, 2012, 11:14:33 pm
Her mouth hangs agape for a moment. Quiet, kind Flux had done that? Surely it was an accident. Surely. "Flux... wh-what happened?"
Post by: Khenal on March 14, 2012, 11:18:14 pm
Keeping my eyes down, I again relate what happened.
"Glaive... insulted Stiletto. I, um, told him to not do it again or he'd regret it. He, uh... did it again and I... broke his leg..."
Post by: Telgin on March 14, 2012, 11:22:21 pm
"Insulted Stiletto? Why would..." She cuts herself off, not sure she wants to know the answer to the question, which was beside the point anyway. "So... you... did it on purpose then?"
Post by: Khenal on March 14, 2012, 11:24:10 pm
"Yes... I, um, stomped on his pastern... uh, just above the hoof."
Post by: Telgin on March 14, 2012, 11:38:37 pm
"Flux... I... I don't know what to say..." Her eyes dart between the two. "Is Glaive alright?"
Post by: jaxler on March 14, 2012, 11:43:23 pm
"Falcata had to drag him off to the hospital. He might have some permanent damage seeing how his leg was bent the wrong way. I should probably go question him, seeing how might be guilty of assault"
Post by: Telgin on March 14, 2012, 11:54:39 pm
She watches Jaxler leave and places her head in her hooves before running them through her mane. She blows out her breath and looks down. "Flux... I... I must admit I'm shocked about this... but... unless Glaive doesn't press charges... there's really only one thing I can do..."
Post by: Khenal on March 14, 2012, 11:57:54 pm
I keep my eyes down, unable to meet Virtue's.
"I know... but I couldn't just... let him talk about Stiletto like that..."
Post by: Telgin on March 15, 2012, 12:05:45 am
She nods slowly, a frown on her face. "I... I understand that... but I don't understand why Glaive would say something that upsetting about her... she's done nothing but good from what I know."
A sigh passes her lips. "But that doesn't excuse attacking him... I'm pretty sure you didn't mean to hurt him that badly... but still..."
Post by: Khenal on March 15, 2012, 12:15:07 am
I finally look Virtue in the eyes so she can see the truth behind my own.
"But... I did mean to hurt him, the pastern is very fragile. And... and no matter how he feels about Stiletto's... polyamorous ways, I shouldn't have wanted to hurt him."
I return my gaze to the floor, waiting now for Virtue's passing of judgement.
Post by: Telgin on March 15, 2012, 12:26:28 am
She looks deeply into his eyes as he tells her the truth, and feels more than a bit of apprehension well up inside of her. He was right about one thing, he shouldn't have wanted to hurt Glaive like that... but he did, and there was only one thing to do. She'd have never believed she'd be doing this for him, of all ponies...
"I see... Flux... there's only one thing I can do..." She fishes a book from under her desk somewhere and sifts through it with a very unhappy expression on her face. "...yes... by the law of the land of Coupledye, which we are held to... the sentence is two months in jail..." She looks up to him. "I'm sorry... but that's the law... unless Glaive himself wishes for less..."
She could override the law, and who would know, anyway? But... Flux had done something worthy of punishment... and... she couldn't just look past that...
Post by: Khenal on March 15, 2012, 12:35:34 am
"I know..."
After a few moments, I realize that we don't seem to actually have a jail.
"Um... do we have a jail?"
Post by: Telgin on March 15, 2012, 12:44:34 am
She nods solemnly and stands, motioning for him to follow. "Yes... I had a small space set aside below the keep." She steps over to one of the doors leading out of her office and opens it. "In case we ever needed it..."
She leads him down the stairs into the small cellar, then over to one of the four cells. As she leads him inside, she adds, "I'll speak with Glaive when I get a chance..."
Post by: Khenal on March 15, 2012, 12:52:22 am
I glance around the cell, seeing nothing but floor and walls. I shuffle to a far corner and curl up there.
"If you think that'll help..."
Post by: Telgin on March 15, 2012, 12:55:11 am
"I hope so..." She sighs heavily as she turns to leave. "Sorry about the accomodations... I never had the cells finished... didn't think we'd need them... I'll see about getting you something to sleep on."
Post by: Khenal on March 15, 2012, 12:58:57 am
I mutter a small thanks to Virtue as she leaves. Once she's gone, I curl up tighter and quietly weep, knowing this is exactly what I deserve.
Post by: Omicega on March 15, 2012, 03:45:03 pm
Post by: Khenal on March 15, 2012, 04:16:37 pm
My quiet self-loathing is interrupted by Falcata. I slowly look her way before again lowering my eyes and quietly responding.
"I got two months for battery... or maybe assault... I'm, uh, not sure on the distinction..."
Post by: Omicega on March 15, 2012, 04:27:14 pm
Post by: Khenal on March 15, 2012, 04:40:40 pm
I give a weak smile when Falcata says that Glaive would be fine with time.
"It's not your fault, Falcata. It's mine. I shouldn't have... have lost my temper like that. Um, at least Glaive will get better. I, uh... thought I might have hobbled him permanently..."
Post by: Omicega on March 15, 2012, 05:05:14 pm
Post by: Khenal on March 15, 2012, 05:23:44 pm
I sigh before answering Falcata, finally starting to understand what Glaive was thinking.
"I would never try to take you from him, Falcata. You two just... seem right for eachother. I guess I get why he got so mad, then. If he thought you might start to be like how he thinks Stiletto is..."
Post by: Omicega on March 15, 2012, 05:34:12 pm
Post by: Khenal on March 15, 2012, 05:45:15 pm
I shake my head when Falcata mentions getting me out of here.
"I deserve to be in here for what I did to him. Um... if you'd tell him... sorry for me the, uh, next time you see him, I'd... appreciate it, Falcata."
Post by: Omicega on March 15, 2012, 06:04:19 pm
Post by: Khenal on March 15, 2012, 06:15:05 pm
"Um, yes. I'll try to, uh, keep them calm."
'Assuming they talk to me before they do anything rash...'
Post by: Omicega on March 15, 2012, 06:27:49 pm
Post by: Khenal on March 15, 2012, 06:31:44 pm
I smile, small but genuine, as she prepares to leave.
"Thanks, Falcata."
Post by: Omicega on March 15, 2012, 06:43:37 pm
Post by: jaxler on March 15, 2012, 07:58:09 pm
Jaxler woke up in his room. He had a splitting head ache and noticed that there were 3 empty barrels scattered around in the apartment. When he got out of bed he scanned his surrounding more thoroughly he noticed that his crossbow was nowhere to be found, which wasn't out of the ordinary, but he would haft to search around for it. Knowing that needed to have someway of defend himself he went over to his coffer and took out his brass-horseshoes. After leaving his room Jaxler walked around the fort for about an hour before finding the whereabouts of his weapon. His crossbow was in the hands of a small pony.
"HAY! WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING WITH THAT CROSSBOW!"
Post by: L1wW on March 15, 2012, 08:13:38 pm
Oh man this is so totally bucking rad! I thought, the greatest grin splattered on my face.
Jaxler's gonna be so pissed when he wakes up without his beloved crossbow! I snicker to myself, my body barely able to contain my excitement!
It was a simple task, break into Jaxler's apartment after he passes out, find his crossbow, take it, and then run like hell! Thanks to my eldest sister's cat, I learned quickly how to run long distances without tripping or getting tired out if I did, well then Mr. Fluffykins would leave some lasting damage... Regardless, I was very slow to tire, and it had it's perks, I could run a lap around the keep without breaking a sweat! But I ended up running several instead.
I was tired, I knelt down against the crossbow and almost dozed off, when I heard it...
"HAY! WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING WITH THAT CROSSBOW!"
Oh dear... "Hey Jaxler, uh... is that a sentient floating keg of booze punching Stiletto in the face?!"
Hoping he takes his eyes off me for a split second, I dart off sprinting away.
Post by: jaxler on March 15, 2012, 08:28:09 pm
Now that Jaxler knew that somepony had stolen his crossbow he was really, really, pissed. After noticing that Granite was running Jaxler flew up a few feet into the air and gave chase.
"GIVE ME BACK MY DAMNED CROSSBOW, GRANITE!"
Post by: L1wW on March 15, 2012, 08:34:25 pm
Oh crap he started flying already! I really start going, galloping as quickly as possible.
"Ah come on Jaxler! You'll have to catch me first!" I stick my tongue out at him, careful to keep low and avoid trampling some poor pony. I dive over a fruitstand and keep moving, trying to reach the moat at the edge of the walls.
Almost there... As I reach my destination I jump in the air and dive in the moat. I yell out "Let's see if a pegasus can swim!"
Thank god all the time in the well taught me how to swim...
Post by: jaxler on March 15, 2012, 08:42:39 pm
Jaxler kept on chasing Granite. Jaxler was flapping his wings at an alarming rate and refused to let the Foal get out of his sight for more then a moment. when Granite Jumped into the water Jaxler followed, but there was one problem. The poor pegasus actually didn't know how to swim and sunk like a rock.
Post by: L1wW on March 15, 2012, 08:54:58 pm
Oh crap Jaxler's drowning! Crap, crap, crap! Okay, maybe I could shoot him in the leg with a bolt attached to a rope. No, no, that would cause a metric tone of pain! Wait, maybe he could take it, and now he's really drowning. Crap!
I test my idea, I shoot Jaxler in the leg with the crossbow, it hits. The water turns a slight crimson, oh crap! I quickly extend his wings and put the wooden weapon beneath his body. He sowly floats to the surface as I rip out the bow string and tie a knot around the bolt's shaft. I bear the other end in my teath and swim up to reach the surface, the crossbow making his body slightly lighter.
I haul myself out of the water and drag Jaxler out by the string rigged to the bolt imbeded in his front leg. I then try to stomp on Jaxler's chest in an attempt at CPR.
He's going to be so pissed.
Post by: jaxler on March 15, 2012, 09:10:52 pm
As Jaxler sinks in the water he feels a sharp pain in his hind leg, a bolt from his crossbow had embedded it's self in his leg and then to make things worse he was being dragged out of the water by said bolt. Once he gets out of the water he realizes that his crossbow's string was pulling him which pissed him off even more. But just before Jaxler was about react he felt Granite stomp on his midsection, which caused Jaxler to snap. Right before Granite could manage to stomp him again he bucked Granite in his left Kidney, his brass horseshoe leave a dark hoof shaped outline. After Granite hit the ground Jaxler gets up and ignores the pain in his leg as he inspects his crossbow.
"Ya know... your lucky I'm a guard, and your even luckier that you didn't kill yourself with this thing"
Post by: L1wW on March 15, 2012, 09:20:44 pm
If the air hadn't escaped my body with that hit I would have yelled out: "OW BUCKING HELL WHAT THE BUCKING BUCK BUCK-BUCK!!!"
But instead I slump over and writhe in pain on the ground.
"Jaxler *cough* oh god... what the buck man?! I just save your drunk ass from drowning and you kick me the kidney! Was the *cough* *cough* was the bucking horseshoe necessary?!"
"Owwww!" I whine out.
Post by: jaxler on March 15, 2012, 09:24:44 pm
"You stole my bucking crossbow, if you were anypony else I'd still be beating living tar out of you. Do you even realize how dangerous this crossbow is?"
Post by: L1wW on March 15, 2012, 09:31:40 pm
"I didn't steal it, I borrowed it, and really, dangerous? I find that funny..."
I look up to Jaxler from my position on the ground, a tear comes to my eye, my mouth quivers almost ready to say 'sorry' but then,
I yell out, "So Jaxler, HOW DOES IT FEEL TO GET SHOT IN THE KNEE BY A FOAL?!"
"I USED TO BE AWESOME LIKE YOU, BUT THEN YOU TOOK A BOLT TO THE KNEE!!!"
Post by: jaxler on March 15, 2012, 09:40:27 pm
"Do you realize that this crossbow can misfire if I so much as wave it around a certain way or hit it in the right spot? And as for the bolt in my knee..."
Jaxler sat down and pulled out the bolt without showing any sign of pain
"I have a really high pain tolerance. NOW tell me, why the hell did you steal my crossbow?"
Post by: L1wW on March 15, 2012, 09:49:24 pm
"Well you see Jaxler, I am a kleptomaniac, and I'm bored as hell, AND I had some paints lying around, soooo I decided to give your crossbow a makeover- OH MY GOD WHAT DID I JUST SAY?!"
Feeling my masculinity falling at a disturbing rate, I quickly reply with, "I was going to paint it bright pink and put flowers over it and crap, but most importantly I was going to carve 'I love alicorns' into the side of it... with this knife!"
I then flash out a knife and almost cut myself with it.
Post by: jaxler on March 15, 2012, 09:54:48 pm
Jaxler was having a hard time processing what Granite just did/said but after an awkward silence he managed to speak
"First off, if your implying that you plan to use that knife on me then go ahead and try. Secondly, if you had done ANYTHING to deface this crossbow then you wouldn't have the upper portion of you head anymore. And thirdly why the hell didn't you tell anyone that you have kleptomania?"
Post by: L1wW on March 15, 2012, 10:05:25 pm
"I spent enough time with my butcher of a father to know what knifes do what, this little dirk can't even break your skin, it was simply used to carve wood..." I then casually throw the blade over my shoulder.
"Besides Jaxler, you're my bucking hero! I would never try to cause you harm, but I will cause you a serious headache from time to time. Am I still your little drinking buddy?"
Post by: jaxler on March 15, 2012, 10:13:11 pm
"That depends... do yo know how much this crossbow means to me? And why the hell haven't you told anyone that you have kleptomania?"
Post by: L1wW on March 15, 2012, 10:20:08 pm
"Alright Jaxler, is this the first honest time you've seen me commit theft? I do crap like this all the time. And no, I have know idea how much the weapon means to you, you are what I like to call a closed book. I'm game for a story if you ask me..."
Post by: jaxler on March 15, 2012, 10:27:00 pm
"Not all thieves have kleptomania..." after a few seconds of awkward silence Jaxler continues "Do you really want to know why this crossbow means so much to me?"
Post by: L1wW on March 15, 2012, 10:29:17 pm
"Yes Jaxler, I really want to hear your stories! Every.single.one!"
Post by: jaxler on March 15, 2012, 11:30:31 pm
“When I was a foal I was very, very, poor and the only living family I had was my crippled Grandfather. We were so poor that we couldn’t even afford our own house and had to live in abandoned buildings. I spent every day doing whatever I needed to survive and One day I was walking about the streets looking for ponies to pick pocket when I saw it. Right there in the bower’s workshop mounted to the window was my crossbow. Now back then this crossbow was amazing, it was pure masterwork, some might argue that it was possibly above masterwork. It was encrusted with opals and all the metal parts were platinum, it was amazing. Now, to an impoverished foal such an astonishing item would blow one’s mind, and it did but It’s not like I could ever dream of having enough money to buy such an amazing weapon. So, Years went by and the owner of the store never sold my crossbow, and I of course wasn’t dumb enough to steal from an arms dealer. But one day long after I had grown up and became a stallion…”
Jaxler broke eye contact with Granite and put his hoof on his scar.
“Things erm… happened and I woke in the street. Everything was… burning and I had a hole in my side. I laid on the ground watching my world burn to the ground as I die. But as I was just about to give up and keel I remembered that you can burn wounds shut. I Managed to somehow sear myself shut, and then I blacked out. When I woke up I honestly thought I had died and gone to hell and I still think that I might have. I had spent my entire life in that town and all I could see was ashes. At that point I got up and started staggering through the streets when I stumbled upon what used to be the the bower’s workshop. When I looked at the place I noticed something. Still mounted to the shattered window was my crossbow completely unharmed. I walked over and took it down and stared at it for what seemed be an eternity. Then after staring at it I carved the words “19th of opal, 228” which was the date. after that I…”
He cuts himself off before he continued.
“I guess, years of misuse abuse and overuse have taken its toll on my crossbow and now it's in disrepair and hardly even works."
Post by: L1wW on March 15, 2012, 11:46:07 pm
I sit there wide eyed, taking in every detail of his story. "That's horrible... I'm sorry for bringing up bad memories..."
I sit there in silence for awhile, then I get an idea...
"Don't worry Jaxler! I promise when I become a smith I will rebuild your crossbow into a well-oiled killing machine! Plastered in gold! Custom built with blades attached to eighty-five percent of it! It will be the coolest crossbow ever! Perfect for the coolest pegasus ever! And then we'll kill the freaks that stole your kidney!"
Post by: jaxler on March 15, 2012, 11:53:17 pm
Jaxler jut gazed at his scar.
"thanks..."
Post by: L1wW on March 15, 2012, 11:54:54 pm
"Yeah... well I guess I'll just be leaving then... goodbye."
I try to make a break for it while he's distracted.
Post by: jaxler on March 16, 2012, 12:00:57 am
Jaxler noticed that Granite was about to run off.
"Ya know, I'm gonna need some help getting over to the hospital, and if you assist me I could forget about this whole event."
Post by: L1wW on March 16, 2012, 08:26:23 am
"Oh yeah, I forgot I shot you in the leg with a crossbow! Alright, how are we going to do this? Should I drag you there or maybe you rest your bad leg on my back or something... maybe I can find you a crutch or a cane, you know I think the length of the crossbow would be long enough for a walking stick, but we would have to cut off the bow parts, how's that sound Jaxler? Yeah, this isn't going to work out very well... got any ideas?"
Post by: jaxler on March 16, 2012, 02:08:30 pm
"You could knock a branch off a tree and use that as a walking stick. I'd fly over to the hospital but I Kinda sprained both my wings..."
Post by: Khenal on March 16, 2012, 05:28:09 pm
Flux sits in the cell, depression lifting slightly to be replaced by boredom. Kat steps down from the stairs, still in her guard uniform. She looks around until her eyes lay upon Flux, confirming her fear.
"Flux!.. so you really were arrested."
Flux looks up at Kat's exclamation, then looks back down in shame.
"Um... yes."
Kat walks over to the front of Flux's cell, then sits down on her rump there in front of the door. "Heh, never thought you'd have it in you Flux. I heard you made Glaive's leg bent the wrong way."
Flux winces as Kat repeats his crime to him.
"...yes. I, uh, broke his pastern..."
"it's always the quiet ones they say."
Flux fails to notice Kat's joking tone, starting to sink back into depression. Kat attempts to head it off.
"Aw.. come on Flux, it wasn't that bad was it? I mean, sure, you suckerbucked his leg the other way and all that, but hey! I heard it was justified. Honor defended, nopony gets really hurt. Plus it's just 2 months in Jail, could've been a lot worse. You know? Back from where I was from, something like this would get a pony's head hacked off repeatedly by a rusty axe, or maybe just a leg if lucky. Maybe starvation execution, nasty stuff.. buried alive.. yeah, it's a lot nicer here. Lots."
"It's... it's not the punishment. It's that I wanted to hurt him. I... I could have found some other way to... to defend Stiletto's honor than to break his pastern like that..."
Kat sighs slightly as she looks at the miserable pony. "Flux. What's done is done, it's the past, woosh, gone. You could focus on now.. or what haven't happened yet. Seeing that you don't really have anything to focus about now, maybe it'll be nicer if you think what will you do when you're out."
Flux sighs heavily, knowing Kat is right.
"Um... Kat?"
"Yes? Flux?"
"Do... Stiletto and Glyph know I'm in here yet?"
"Glyph's still with Friesden.. so I don't think he knows yet.. but I think Stiletto have heard already."
"Um..." Flux considers how to ask his question.
"What's... um... how's she doing?"
Kat ponders for a small moment "Well.. can't say she's happy about it. But I think she have plans."
Flux looks a bit worried at that. "Uh... plans? They aren't... rash, are they?"
"Oh no no, well.. at least I hope not. Glyph probably wouldn't be doing anything while he's taking care of Friesden. I'm not so sure what will Stiletto be doing, but I guess it will have a lot of talking."
Flux breathes a sigh of relief. "I don't mind her trying to talk to ponies about anything, but I just don't want to see any of you end up in here for what I did."
"Oh don't worry about it Flux.. and if it helps, I'll be here with you for quite a while whether you like it or not!"
Flux smiles slightly. "Not that I don't enjoy your company, Kat, but don't you have other duties?"
Kat smiles and open up a wing, revealing a ring of keys under it "This is my Duty Flux."
Flux chuckles at Kat. "So, uh... how's your day been? Um, apart from finding that I... was arrested."
Kat closes her wing back down again. "It's been pretty okay actually. Speaking of which, are you hungry yet Flux? Because I'll have to feed you too."
Flux opens his mouth to answer, but the growling of his stomach makes it obvious.
"Um... yes."
Kat smiles and gets back from her seat. "Alright, do you want anything specific?"
"Um... just some green apples, if that's alright."
Kat beams him a smile. "I'll see what I can find." Then leaves him be there to search for food. Flux decides to take Kat's advice and try to think of the future: what he'll do while in here and once he gets out.
"Compose, think, uh..." Flux looks around the empty dungeon. "...count bricks?"
Kat took a little while before she returns, with a saddlebag full of apples and another one full of carrots, along with bottles of drink neatly tucked away in her wings. "Lunch time!"
Flux can't help but smile as Kat returns. Even in the dim dungeon, she somehow brings some happiness and light. "Thanks, Kat. Uh, what drinks did you get?"
Kat sets the saddles down, then the bottles. "Cider!"
Flux settles down near the bars of his cell to enjoy lunch with Kat. "Sounds good to me."
Kat offer the bottle of cider to Flux and the saddle bag full of apples as well as she noms on her carrots. "Could've gone worse hmm?"
Flux takes a big bite out of an apple, enjoying the juicy crunch, and nods to Kat.
Kat had her lunch with Flux, sitting around nearby and talking to him to keep him sane. Hours passed and she's currently just sitting against the cell bars. Seriously something she would clearly not do with other prisoners, since Flux would easily be able to choke her to death or snatch away her weapons if he tried to. Flux lays next to the bars as well, happy to be next to Kat and deep in thought.
"Two months.. come to think of it, it's ain't that bad is it?"
"I guess not... boredom seems the biggest threat down here..." Flux sighs. "Though I doubt Virtue will sell the piccolo to a convicted felon..."
"She'd sell it to Stiletto or me though, right?"
"I guess? I didn't know you played, Kat."
"Played? Oh no no. I don't play.. maybe Stiletto. But you're not getting it Flux! I mean, we could buy it.. for you!"
Flux looks at Kat, confused for a moment, before what she's saying sinks in. His eyes go wide when it does.
"But... You don't need to do that for me! It's too expensive, I... I don't deserve to play it anymore, anyway..."
"Aw Flux, you're not going to hurt our little pony hearts by refusing our gifts are you?"
Flux looks at Kat, dumbfounded and jaw open, before chuckling and shaking his head. "That's just not fair, Kat."
Kat smiles innocently and giggles. "Whaat?"
Flux gently rubs her withers with a hoof, the bars preventing a proper nuzzle. "Heh, you know what."
Kat smiles from the rub, she doesn't seems to be alarmed from it "hmm? what?"
Flux continues rubbing her withers. "You know precisely what, you devious mare you."
That just made her giggle more. "Oh maybe.. maybe."
Post by: L1wW on March 16, 2012, 05:30:03 pm
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"You could knock a branch off a tree and use that as a walking stick. I'd fly over to the hospital but I Kinda sprained both my wings..."
"Alright, I guess..." I look over at the nearby tree.
That branch could work... I thought to myself as I see a suitable candidate for a walking stick. Nothing around to knock it down with, I decide to start climbing. At first I wrap my forelegs around the trunk and try to pull my way up. I make no progress at all. Next I try using my other legs aswell and try to inch my way to the branch. That also doesn't work.
"Screw this!" I yell. I then walk over to Jaxler and grab the bolt attached to the string. I then slam my carving knife into the trunk to use as a foothold. Bolt in mouth I thrust it higher up into the wood. I then latch on to the string and climb up on top of the bolt. The bolt breaks. I fall to the ground.
"Ow! Bucking branch!" I shout out. My temper rises and in frustration I buck the side of the tree. The branch cracks and breaks off the tree. It falls down and strikes me on the head.
I loose consciousness...
Post by: TALLPANZER on March 17, 2012, 12:25:28 am
Stiletto goes to visit Panacea, having just missed Falcata leave the hospital. She sees Glaive in a bed, getting treated.
"Oh no Glaive, what happened? Did you fight a great beast again?"
Post by: KingStrongbeard on March 17, 2012, 12:55:00 am
Glaive stares at his wound as Panacea examines the break. He hears Stiletto coming inside, and hears her concerned question. Having had a chance to calm down, the last thing he wants right now is to get into a fight with her too. He thinks for a long time before answering, without looking away from his injury.
"No...Got in an argument. Got kicked in my bad leg. Doesn't hurt too bad."
Post by: TALLPANZER on March 17, 2012, 01:15:27 am
Stiletto tilts her head to the side. It was unlike the brave warrior she knew to pick fights.
"You should have not gotten in such a harsh argument with Naginata. She is very defensive and even I fear her ferocity in combat. What did you do to her?"
Post by: KingStrongbeard on March 17, 2012, 01:23:57 am
Glaive sighs, knowing this isn't going to end well.
"I wasn't fighting with Naginata, and I didn't try to start a fight, Flux hit me first."
Post by: TALLPANZER on March 17, 2012, 01:29:36 am
"Flux... what? why? how?"
Her eyes point in two outward directions at the same time.
Post by: KingStrongbeard on March 17, 2012, 01:48:11 am
Glaive considers being tactful, or diplomatic, but the emotions are still to fresh, and the full truth slips out, against his better judgement.
Glaive glares at Stiletto.
"This is your fault. You and your disgusting ideals, have corrupted Flux. I found your coltfriend in my Falcata's room, and he has been giving her expensive gifts. I know what you are all like and what he was trying to do. I told him to leave her alone, and to stay out of her bedroom, and what I think of you and your harem, and he kicked me. I threw him out the door, but my leg was already broken, and now I'm here. Last I knew, Jaxler was going to deal with Flux."
Post by: TALLPANZER on March 17, 2012, 02:04:22 am
"Your! YOUR! SHE BELONGS TO YOU NOW DOES SHE! LIKE AN OBJECT! IS THAT ALL SHE IS TO YOU!? SOME PRIZE THAT YOU CAN BUY!"
As her already powerful voice became a gale of wind, her mane became a wreath of flame, her wings spread out and turned to a dark crimson, finally her eyes became to balls of white flame.
"HOW DARE YOU TALK ABOUT HER THAT WAY! I SHOULD END YOU WHERE YOU LAY! IF YOU HAD ANY HONOR YOU WOULD DIE HERE!"
Post by: KingStrongbeard on March 17, 2012, 02:19:14 am
Glaive falls backwards out of the bed and scrambles a few yards away from Stiletto on his three good legs. He reaches out for the nearest object he can find, a chair, with his magic to defend himself if necessary.
"What the HELL are you yelling about. I love Falcata and she loves me. She is mine and I am hers. And I won't let you or your degenerate ideas corrupt her like the others, even if it costs me everything."
Glaive steels himself for a potential confrontation, with the angry alicorn.
Post by: TALLPANZER on March 17, 2012, 02:36:31 am
looks at the chair and reaches out with her magic and turns it to a pile of splinters
"MY DERANGED IDEAS! YOU PERSPICUOUS SELF-RIGHTEOUS JEALOUS PATHETIC INTOLERANT FOAL! YOU ARE THE MONSTER THAT THINKS SLAVERY AND GREED CAN SOME HOW BE JUSTIFIED! YOU WOULD BE BANISHED FROM THIS LANDS FOR YOUR CRIMES IF IT WAS MY CHOICE! YOU TAINT YOUR LOVE AND DISGRACE FALCATAS' NAME WITH YOU BLIND MISTRUST! SHE HAS A MIND OF HER OWN! SHE DOES NOT NEED A MISGUIDED IGNORANT flügellos TO THINK FOR HER AND PROTECT HER FROM THE 'CORRUPTION' OF A CIVILIZATION THAT WAS OLD WHEN YOURS' FIRST NAMED A CITY!"
Post by: KingStrongbeard on March 17, 2012, 03:02:03 am
Glaive reaches out with his magic and grabs a scalpel and holds it ready. He has lost all sense of decorum at this point. All the things he's wanted to say to Stiletto for months begin to come out.
"You civilization may be old but it is in decline. You have abandoned true love in favor of the easy. In favor of your hedonistic pleasures. You have no sense of true love, or loyalty, or family. You have perverted it all. And you would force other ponies to give up their virtue and be like your ilk, and shun those who have true love for another. Love is Jealous Stiletto. If it isn't then it isn't love, it's just lust. Your civilization has forsaken the teachings of our gods and will in time crumble for it. And I for one shall not morn it's passing."
Post by: TALLPANZER on March 17, 2012, 03:40:31 am
Stiletto folds her wings in and lets her mane fall
"Again you show nothing but ignorance. We are just as strong as we have ever been. We only seek excellence in all things. Greed is a weakness, jealous is a greater weakness still. Love in not so weak that it shatters with so little effort. Now I just feel sad for you. You hold up these things that hold you back and pull you down. We have had different gods, gods to be aspired to, gods worth emulating. We accept new gods as well, provided they have some excellence. We keep moving forward, yearly we make new discoveries and build even greater works then year before. Each is made stronger by the forming of stronger intertwining bonds, each Leibe and Freundin helping to make a greater family, building ever upwards. We will stand shining and tall as you brake yourselves down. We think for ourselves and encourage others to do the same. These are the ideals we follow. The petty mewling of the weak have no effect on the truly strong. Wallow in ignorance and weakness if you must, but to try and drag others down with you is an crime even the gods should not forgive."
Stiletto calmly sweeps the splinters into a pile and turns to leave.
Post by: KingStrongbeard on March 17, 2012, 04:00:05 am
Glaive said nothing as Stiletto left. Though her irrational rage had made him decide he'd start sleeping with his axe, just in case. Still he knew he was right. He knew the way Stiletto's civilization acted was wrong, but he knew they wouldn't last. No civilization in history lasted with such excesses. That's what happened to the Old Pony Empire, and that's what would happen to the Deutchmeiner. It was only a matter of time.
As Panacea got back to work on his leg, Glaive thought to himself of the other things he'd wished he said to Stiletto, about the value of blood and family, about the bonds of true love, about the lies her beliefs were founded on, etc.
After Panacea finishes putting a cast on his leg and releases him he goes outside to wait for Falcata to return. He knew they had much to talk about.
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Post by: jaxler on March 17, 2012, 02:05:49 pm
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"Alright, I guess..." I look over at the nearby tree.
That branch could work... I thought to myself as I see a suitable candidate for a walking stick. Nothing around to knock it down with, I decide to start climbing. At first I wrap my forelegs around the trunk and try to pull my way up. I make no progress at all. Next I try using my other legs aswell and try to inch my way to the branch. That also doesn't work.
"Screw this!" I yell. I then walk over to Jaxler and grab the bolt attached to the string. I then slam my carving knife into the trunk to use as a foothold. Bolt in mouth I thrust it higher up into the wood. I then latch on to the string and climb up on top of the bolt. The bolt breaks. I fall to the ground.
"Ow! Bucking branch!" I shout out. My temper rises and in frustration I buck the side of the tree. The branch cracks and breaks off the tree. It falls down and strikes me on the head.
I loose consciousness...
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The sight of Granite concussing himself made Jaxler rather depressed, now he had to get both himself and Granite over to the hospital. Jaxler ignored the pain in his leg long enough for him to walk over to where Granite and the walking stick laid. After balancing Granite on his back he used the stick as a makeshift crutch and started walking over to the hospital.
Post by: TALLPANZER on March 17, 2012, 02:19:52 pm
Stiletto knocks lightly on the door of Lady Virtue’s office. "Lady Virtue, I need to talk to you."
Virtue slowly looks up from the papers she'd been pretending to pay attention to on her desk. "Come in..." she says in an apathetic voice
Stiletto opens that door and trots in, she bows. "Lady Virtue. First I would like to ask how you are feeling, do not be afraid to say anything. I promised to be your support when you needed it."
Virtue looks up and sighs. "Terrible, really. I never thought I'd have to put somepony in jail..."
Stiletto clenches her jaw. "You will have to make many hard decisions. If it helps, I have read your laws, you did make the choice that they recommend."
Virtue nods and sits up in her chair, trying to collect herself. "Yes... I did what I had to, I suppose." She tries to even her facial expression. "Sorry... I didn't mean to get off topic. What did you want to talk about?"
Stiletto lowers her head. "I am sorry Lady Virtue, but this is what I wanted to talk about. I am requesting to be placed in the cell with Flux, this matter was caused by the way I choose to live."
Virtue is speechless "Wh-what?" She blinks in confusion a few times. "This isn't your fault Stiletto..."
Stiletto looks up trying to hold her tears in. "Yes it is. I am the one who has the 'Hedonistic life style'. If I had just lived like the rest of you, this never wood have happened, Flux and I could have been happy together, just the two of us, but that was not enough for me."
Virtue bites her lip and fights for something to say. "Stiletto... I... I'll admit that our cultures are different... and that I don't completely understand... your... love life... but, this is still far from your fault." She sighs. She wished she knew exactly whose fault it was, or if there really was something that could have been done to prevent it. "Glaive... shouldn't have spoken against you like that... and Flux shouldn't have attacked him." She chews her lip for another moment. "You're all adults... and whatever it was between you all was done willingly... I don't see the harm in it..."
Stiletto walks toward Virtue. "Then this is a request. It is selfish, but it will alleviate my guilt."
Virtue looks down at her desk for a few awkward moments. "I... won't stop you if you want to spend time with Flux, of course... but I'm hesitant to actually lock you up with him... what if you're needed? What if... what if somepony hears about this and takes it the wrong way? I... fear tensions are high enough as it is..."
Stiletto breathes out heavily "I should have thought of that before I drove these ponies into such a jealous rage. I wish to remain imprisoned with him until his sentence has ended."
Virtue shakes her head. "Please don't beat yourself up over this..." She stands slowly and takes a step toward her. "...but maybe we should talk to Flux, first?"
Stiletto shakes her head. "Lady Virtue, you have already taken enough pain from this. Please let me take some of the burden from you, spare you some pain. I can bare it, I swear to you."
Tempting as that was, this was Virtue’s responsibility. "I..." She lowers her head slightly. "Thank you for the offer... as I've said before you're a good example to everypony, even if sometimes some ponies don't see it." She looks over to the door and adds: "Let's go see Flux... and talk about what you want to do..."
Stiletto nods slowly. "You are much stronger than anypony knows."
Virtue leads her down to the cell where Flux is being held. "Flux? There's somepony here to talk to you."
Stiletto trots slowly toward the cell. "My kindest love."
Flux looks up at his new visitors, unable to suppress a smile as he recognizes Stiletto. Seeing her expression, however, makes him uncertain. Flux bows to Virtue before addressing Stiletto.
Virtue frowns slightly at the bow and looks down.
"My Beautiful One. How are you, uh, doing?"
Stiletto touches the bars with her fore hoof. 'nur ein wenig Druck und ich konnte ... NEIN!' "I am here to join you."
Flux looks shocked. "What?! No! What... what happened?"
Stiletto closes her eyes. "This is my fault. My choice of life caused this to happen. I must share your punishment, my kindest love, I have made you hurt another pony." 'Ein böses und eifersüchtig Pony unwürdig leckte meine, NEIN!'
Flux looks at her, confused and relieved. "It's not your fault he... said something he shouldn't have. And it's not your fault that I... um, hurt him."
Stiletto points at the lock, "Lady Virtue, if you would please."
Flux worriedly looks at the lock as if he could keep the cell closed with effort of will. "Stiletto, you did nothing wrong!"
Stiletto frowns. "If you believe that you are guilty then I have."
"I would have done that if he had insulted anypony I love. You don't control him, my Beautiful One." Flux reaches a forelimb through the bars to try to caress Stiletto's muzzle."You did nothing wrong."
Stiletto sighs "I control how I present myself, my kindest love, this would not have come about if you and I were a jealous couple, like everypony else."
"It's not your fault how he chooses to react to you. Or... how I chose to react to him."
Stiletto brushes the lock with her forehoof "Please Lady Virtue, before I rip these bars from their hinges."
Virtue hesitates a moment before raising the keys to the lock. "If... if that's what you really want..." She unlocks the door.
Flux looks concerned, but doesn't say anything.
Stiletto trots in slowly and lays down next to Flux and whispers: "I could not stand to be away from you this long."
Virtue frowns slightly. "P-perhaps I should leave you two. Stiletto, if you change your mind, you're free to go... of course..."
Stiletto opens one wing. "I will stay with my most kind love, Lady Virtue. I will not go until he forgives himself."
Virtue nods slowly. "I see. I'll come check up on you two later..." She turns to leave, trying to think of something to say, but fails and just lowers her head as she begins to walk away.
Flux watches Virtue start to leave. "Um, Virtue?"
"Yes?" she asks, looking back
Stiletto looks at Flux with longing eyes "Do not feel any guilt over this."
Flux: "It's... not your fault I'm in here, either."
Virtue sighs and looks away. "Perhaps not... but I can't help but feel responsible." She is silent for a moment. "Before... before Rose was born... before I had any children, I often looked at everypony here as family. I still do. Maybe it's silly... but I felt like some of you really were my children. I can't help but feel proud when you do well... or upset or concerned when something happens to you. I just worry about you... all of you... so much..."
Stiletto tries to pull Flux under her wing "Share with me your pain, and know that I still love you both."
Flux grudgingly accepts the embrace, though he still addresses Virtue.”That's, um, why you're a good leader, Virtue. Just... try not to beat yourself up when we make mistakes..."
Virtue’s expression softens a bit to a teary eyed smile. "Thank you Flux... I'll try." She thinks back to Brook and Barley's deaths and barely contains her emotions. Finally, she says, "I... I'll be upstairs in my office if you need me. I can hear you if you call me... and I'll come check up on you in a bit..."
Stiletto snuggles close to Flux. "Lady Virtue. You are one of the strongest leaders I have ever had the pleasure to meet."
"Th-thank you..." she says sincerely, tears finally forming in her eyes. Perhaps she'd done something right at some point. "Take care, you two. I'll send some food down in a bit... and do whatever I can to get you a proper place to sleep."
Flux can't help but snuggle into Stiletto, her strength and warmth helping him forget the dreary surroundings.
Stiletto lays her head on Flux "I can sleep fine here. Flux is the best pillow ever."
Virtue forms a small smile, nods and heads upstairs.
Flux nuzzles Stiletto, quietly chuckling."I don't think you quite understand how a punishment is supposed to work, my Beautiful One." Flux says, smiling.
"In my homeland, there is only redemption my kindest love."
"I don't think I'll feel very redeemed until either Glaive forgives me or my two months are up..."
Stiletto nuzzles Flux' mane. "One or the other."
Post by: L1wW on March 17, 2012, 05:01:15 pm
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The sight of Granite concussing himself made Jaxler rather depressed, now he had to get both himself and Granite over to the hospital. Jaxler ignored the pain in his leg long enough for him to walk over to where Granite and the walking stick laid. After balancing Granite on his back he used the stick as a makeshift crutch and started walking over to the hospital.
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My eyes open as I notice I'm on Jaxler's back. "Hey Jaxler I got the stick..." I say, yawning afterwards. "How much farther is the hospital?" I yawn again, "How long have I been out?"
Post by: jaxler on March 17, 2012, 05:25:22 pm
"You've been out for a few minutes and the hospital is a few minutes away. You kinda gave yourself a concussion so I decided to bring you to the hospital."
Post by: L1wW on March 17, 2012, 05:31:14 pm
"Great. Hey Jaxler, I'm sorry I shot you in the knee with your own crossbow, then broke your own crossbow in an attempt to save you from drowning, even though I caused that, too. I am not sorry, however, for stealing your crossbow. I mean, you let a foal steal your most prized possession. And you're a guard too! Oh man Partisan would give you so much crap if he heard about this!"
Post by: TALLPANZER on March 17, 2012, 05:49:47 pm
Kat had a good rest today. Everything was going just fine, except maybe for Flux getting arrested, but that's not too bad. At least, not while she's going to be the one doing the guarding. Looking forward to seeing him again, she steps down the stairs that lead to the cells. "Good morning Flux!" she chirps out cheerfully, then stopped right at her tracks when she sees another pony inside the cell with Flux... she looks like... "Stiletto?" Wait, something clearly isn't adding up here. "What are you doing in there?"
Flux groggily opens an eye. "...Sleeping?"
Stiletto smiles at Kat. "Being Flux’s bed," she teases.
Kat raises an eyebrow from the answer. Somehow, she's not surprised by it at all. "Oh.. kay?"
Flux yawns wide, then opens his eyes to give Kat a smile.
Stiletto nuzzles Flux's mane. "I feel that I should be here. I can not forgive my actions until my most kind love forgives himself."
Kat beams both of them a smile as she moves over to her usual spot in front of the door and sits down on her rump, facing them. "So you asked baroness Virtue if you could also be locked up as well. Right?"
Flux grumbles a bit. "I still don't think she should be in here, even if she /is/ an amazing bed..."
Stiletto nods. "Yes I did. You know me well my love. I will be here with my kindest love until he is free. I would probably be here even if I had not acted so disdainfully to Glaive. This cell is too cold for one pony."
Kat can only smile at Stiletto's sweetness. "Well.. it's your choice I guess. At least now I get to see you as much as I gets to see Flux!"
Flux blushes a bit as the two mares talk.
"Um... thank you. Both of you. I... don't know if I'd make it without you."
Stiletto holds out a forehoof to Kat and cuddles Flux with her wing. "We love one another. It makes us stronger together. We can face anything this way."
Kat smiles and holds onto Stiletto's forehoof with both of her forehooves, wishing she could just be in there with them.. which she could, having the key to the cell and all. "Anything that one pony can't face alone."
Flux wiggles forward to add his own hoof, smiling at Stiletto and Kat. "We can face, um, anything, if we're together."
Stiletto looks lovingly at the ponies that share her life. "I will be by your sides any time I can. Even if I have to lift this whole community and build the sister paradise with my own hooves."
Kat couldn't help but to continue her smile. "not only you. but us as well."
Flux nods. "Us as well."
Stiletto kisses Flux. "Thank you, your love means more to me then can be explained with words. When we are free again, we should throw a party, with singing and dancing and good food and drink."
Kat lets herself get lost in dreamy thoughts for a little "Mm.. that would be nice."
Flux smiles at the thought of a party. "That /does/ sound nice..."
Stiletto swooshes her tail about. "Will you play some music there Flux, I have some songs from my uncle Harpsichord that I would like the community to hear."
"I... yes. Um, I think I've finally, uh, gotten good enough to play for... for everypony." Flux smiles warmly at Stiletto and Kat. "And I think I can, uh, handle the crowd with you two there."
Kat perks her ears up slightly. "Oohh, Flux playing the music for us? that's going to be great!"
Stiletto looks around the cell "Do you think maybe, Falcata might want to play to?"
Flux sighs heavily. "I don't know..."
Stiletto tries to comfort Flux with her wing. "She is a strong mare Flux, stronger than Glaive knows. She will not just give up because he is mad at her teacher."
Flux doesn't look too convinced. "That's... what I'm afraid of..."
Kat rubs her chin with a hoof as she ponders for a little. "I still don't get about surrendering."
Stiletto gives them both an odd look "What do you mean my loves?"
Kat tilts her head; she isn't sure if Stiletto is asking her or Flux.
"Um... Falcata and Glaive are so good together. I... don't want to, uh, drive them away from each other by making them fight..."
Stiletto nods. "If he makes her happy, it is all that matters... I umm actually had a song in mind for her to sing to him."
Kat remembers something that she was going to ask. "Oh! by the way, are you two hungry yet?"
Stiletto rubs her stomach. "Famished actually."
Flux nods in agreement.
Kat tilts her head ever so slightly. "so.. that's another word for hungry. Right?" she asks for confirmation.
Flux smiles at Kat and nods.
Stiletto nods. "Yes, I like the more formal words, they sound less rude to me."
Kat smiles and nods as she gets up. "Alright! want anything in particular?"
"Um, whatever sounds good, please."
Stiletto looks at her chest. "Is there any forgotten beast meat left?"
"Hmm.. I'll check."
Stiletto smiles "Bring me some wine and I can cook it right here."
Kat is as surprised as she is amazed by Stiletto's words about cooking in a jail cell. "Ooohh? now that's going to be something interesting to see."
Post by: jaxler on March 17, 2012, 05:52:26 pm
"Well, I've been sewn back together after being slapped around by a cave ogre so, a lowly knee injury really doesn't compare And as for Partisan. I Don't think he'd get too angry at me for having my crossbow stolen. In fact last time I checked he called me his 'partner' and seeing how he still lets me be second in command after all the shit I pull, I really doubt he'd get too pissed.
Post by: L1wW on March 17, 2012, 06:04:43 pm
My ears perk up, "Wait, what did you say about a cave ogre?"
Post by: jaxler on March 17, 2012, 06:07:09 pm
"Oh, a couple months ago after the caravan incident I had to save Flux from a Cave ogre and a flock of giant cave swallows, would ya like to hear the story?"
Post by: L1wW on March 17, 2012, 06:08:52 pm
"Yes, please! And don't even think about sparing me the gory, gruesome details!"
Post by: jaxler on March 17, 2012, 06:58:12 pm
"Well, one day I woke up in the mines with a hang over, and I started wondering the tunnels looking for a way out when I ran into flux, who was looking for new metal veins. then Flux asked me to follow him into the caves in case any monsters show up and I said yes. once we worked our way into the caves Flux started scanning the walls of the place looking for ore, when out of nowhere a huge sixteen foot tall behemoth came out and started charging me and Flux. I noted the brute's charge and fired a bolt at the monstrosity but to my surprise the sound of the crossbow firing echoed through the caves and enraged a flock of more than half a dozen giant cave swallows. So, knowing that I was pretty much screwed at this point and that odds were that ether me or flux or both of us where going to die down in the caves, I told Flux to run while I slowed down the monsters. so I flew into the air and fired off all my bolts in order to grab the creatures attentions, and in the process I killed two swallows and pelted the ogre with bolts. this however, left me surrounded by five cave swallows, a pissed off cave ogre, and without a single bolt. Now the first cave swallow of the five went down pretty easy after I charged it and smashed its brains in with my crossbow, but the second one was more difficult. I was flying toward the damned thing when it somehow managed to cut my leg a few seconds before I could bash the things head in. I went in to attack another swallow when... The cave ogre picked up a half ton of earth and flung it at me. The damned bastard broke my wing in 20 different places and to make things worse, I fell twentyish feet and broke both my front legs and I dropped my weapon. I then forced myself to stand up completely ignoring the pain when the huge ogre walked up to me and slammed me into the nearest wall breaking 3 of my ribs, one of which tore my lung. As I laid in a corner coughing up blood I still managed to spit out the words 'buck off' to the ogre. The ogre laughed at this but just as he was about to mangle me further... uh... erm...
I kinda blacked out and woke up on an operating table, if ya want the rest of the story ya might want to ask Flux or uh... stiletto"
Post by: L1wW on March 17, 2012, 07:11:32 pm
"Wow, you took that ogre on despite it being at least twenty times bigger and stronger than you! That must take courage! But, uh, what was that last part? You said 'talk to Flux or' and then you muttered something after that..."
Post by: jaxler on March 17, 2012, 07:22:57 pm
"well, erm... Stiletto Kinda had to decapitate the Ogre and drag me off to the hospital..."
Post by: L1wW on March 17, 2012, 07:29:54 pm
"Stiletto? Okay, so an alicorn killed the ogre and helped you to the hospital. What's so bad or embarrassing about that?"
Post by: jaxler on March 17, 2012, 07:51:05 pm
"Well it is embarrassing, though I doubt ponies will think lesser of me. It still kinda makes me feel demoralized and and ashamed that I needed an alicorn to save me."
Post by: mrwoo6 on March 17, 2012, 09:37:26 pm
This looks interesting, is Kukri available for me to take?
Post by: jaxler on March 17, 2012, 09:48:49 pm
the link leads you to where we prepare scenes and stuff, come on down and join in :D
Post by: L1wW on March 17, 2012, 11:09:42 pm
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"Well it is embarrassing, though I doubt ponies will think lesser of me. It still kinda makes me feel demoralized and and ashamed that I needed an alicorn to save me."
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"Why does it matter that an alicorn saves you? Would it matter if a unicorn or earth pony were to save you?"
Post by: jaxler on March 17, 2012, 11:23:23 pm
"you are aware that I hate alicorns, right?"
Post by: L1wW on March 18, 2012, 12:19:30 am
"Yes, but an alicorn saved your ass! If a diomedian saved me, I would still hate them, just not the one who saved me."
Post by: jaxler on March 18, 2012, 12:58:46 am
"I don't expect you to understand..."
Post by: L1wW on March 18, 2012, 01:06:30 am
"Fine!"
Post by: jaxler on March 18, 2012, 01:14:56 am
"Wait... why am I still carrying you?"
Post by: Omicega on March 18, 2012, 11:21:10 am
Post by: KingStrongbeard on March 18, 2012, 11:33:09 am
Seeing his beloved returning to him fills Glaive with both joy and fear. What would she think of him now? Would she yell at him too?
Glaive is relieved to be held once more by Falcata. "You're right Falcata. I'm sorry. I don't regret what I said, but, just, how I said it. I'm sorry."
Post by: Omicega on March 18, 2012, 11:47:25 am
Post by: KingStrongbeard on March 18, 2012, 11:56:33 am
"I'm sorry, it's just well, I'm all covered in these scars, and my one leg doesn't work so well, and half my ear has been bitten off. Sometimes I wonder why a beautiful pegasus like you... But you're right, I knew you wouldn't have done anything, I just was afraid."
"Stiletto came by earlier. She kept asking me what happened. I...I told her. She was so angry, I thought she was going to kill me. She blasted Panacea's chair into shivers, and kept yelling. I tried to argue with her, but she wouldn't see reason."
Post by: Omicega on March 18, 2012, 12:09:38 pm
Post by: KingStrongbeard on March 18, 2012, 12:32:02 pm
Glaive thinks to himself. Two months? He didn't know what he felt about that. On one hoof, Flux did throw the first blow, and probably deserved it, but on the other, if somepony had said something like what he said about Falcata, he'd have done worse than break their leg, but on the other other hoof, Stiletto was everything he said about her. Glaive thought it best to not say anything about it unless being specifically asked and merely nods in acknowledgement.
"I uh, did tell Stiletto what I thought of her, but I didn't use the same words I used with Flux, though they weren't much better. She got angry, and basically yelled that I should be exiled for my jealousy. We shouted back and forth, but she wouldn't listen to me, she's convinced her own way is right, and that we are the uncivilized barbarians, all the while tearing the hospital apart and terrorizing poor Ms. Panacea. It was madness."
Post by: Omicega on March 18, 2012, 12:59:16 pm
Post by: KingStrongbeard on March 18, 2012, 01:19:48 pm
Glaive gestures and the two ponies begin to walk away towards the housing area. As they walk Glaive returns to the conversation.
"I think she does. I tried to explain, but I was too angry and a bit afraid she'd try to start a fight, to really explain well. It was mostly just insults both ways."
Glaive thinks back, "But saying she tore up the hospital, might have been an exaggeration. But she was hovering and blowing wind all around and I swear her magic made her mane look like a blazing inferno and her voice sound like it was coming from a giant. And I wasn't exaggerating when I said that she obliterated a chair with her magic. She might have just been trying to intimidate me into going along with her philosophies, but, she might be dangerous."
Post by: L1wW on March 18, 2012, 01:47:12 pm
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"Wait... why am I still carrying you?"
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"Because you bucked me in the chest with a goddamn horseshoe! Meanie!"
Post by: jaxler on March 18, 2012, 02:04:41 pm
ug... I know you have a concision, so what I want to know is weather or not you can still walk straight. I really don't think that I should be carrying anything while I have a busted knee.
Post by: L1wW on March 18, 2012, 02:08:15 pm
"Walking? Yeah I can walk just fine. I've been able to walk since I woke up, all I have is just a mild headache... I'll just get off of you now..." I roll off Jaxler's back and proceed to walk beside him.
Post by: Omicega on March 18, 2012, 02:10:59 pm
Post by: JaxtalMK2 on March 18, 2012, 02:17:33 pm
More scenes of interest... have fun reading.
Virtue knocks at the door. "Hello? Anypony home?”
Glyph looks up from tickling Friesden. "Ba- Virtue? Please come in!"
Virtue steps inside with Ocean Breeze, smiling nervously. "Hello, you two."
Friesden flies into a tackle of Ocean Breeze, beaming with happiness. "MUM!"
Ocean Breeze throws her hooves around her daughter. "Friesden! I'm so glad to see you..."
Friesden looks around in the corridor. "Is dad here?"
Ocean Breeze strokes Friesden's mane and lets out a small sigh. "No, he's at work right now."
Glyph seems a bit worried, but smiles when he sees Ocean Breeze's reaction. He walks over to the two. "Well, I wasn't expecting to see you, Miss Ocean, But I'm glad you came by. Malen'kaya odna propushchennaya vami."
Friesden's smile falters a bit for a second, then brightens back up again. "Can he see me later? I can't wait to see him again!"
Virtue and Ocean Breeze give Glyph a quizzical look at the peculiar language. "Um, I'm... I'm not sure I caught that last part." She looks down to her daughter and adds, "You'll get to see him soon..." It's clear her heart isn't in her words.
"Sorry..." Glyph thinks a bit. "I said that Little one missed you..." He steps forward and puts a hoof on her withers, whispering in her ear so Friesden wouldn't hear. "But it's good you came, nice to see you're still her mother."
Friesden smiles even /more/ than possible. "That'll be the *best*!"
Ocean Breeze half-frowns and averts her eyes from Glyph. She gives him a small nod, rather than say anything to upset her child.
Virtue steps over to the two embracing ponies and kneels down to Friesden's eye level. "Hello, little one. How are you?"
Glyph bites his lip at that reaction, reminding himself to talk to Ocean privately later.
Friesden smiles at the nice mare. "I'm happy! I'm going to see dad later! It's going to be the best!"
Virtue nods and smiles, already dreading what that meant. "I'm glad to hear it."
Glyph brushes Friesden's mane, then looks back at Virtue. "I'm glad to see you too, Virtue. I wanted to ask you some things."
"Oh?" She looks to the door, wondering if it was private. "What's that?"
"Yeah... I was hoping I could have time off from the guards while I'm taking care of Friesden." He looks at Friesden again and smiles. "I could still run the stables, but I'd prefer not to have to either leave her alone, or bring her to training."
"Oh, I see." She ponders it for a moment. "I'd have to talk to Naginata and see what she thinks, but that shouldn't be a problem. If the badger ponies are on schedule, we shouldn't see them for a while yet."
"Good..." Glyph glances over at Ocean, "Have the others said anything about the stables? I know you said you were gonna ask..."
Friesden is busy hugging Ocean Breeze.
Ocean Breeze is still busy clutching her child and failing to withhold a few tears. Virtue watches for a moment, nearly tearing up herself before turning back to Glyph. "I did ask around, and all of the families I asked seemed to be supportive."
Glyph smiles at the thought. "I was hoping... I've been gettin' plenty of practice, haven't I little Friesdizzy." He smiles again, trying to lighten the mood a bit.
"Plenty of practice at what?"
"Watching Foals, silly." He reaches out, then stops, not wanting to disturb Ocean’s hug. "You seem to have been having fun at least."
"You're almost as fun as dad!"
Ocean Breeze makes a small noise and subconsciously tightens her grip a bit.
Glyph tries very hard not to tear up at that. "T-thanks malyutka..."
"I know! I'll call you almost-dad!"
Glyph has to try even harder this time, closing his eyes for a second. "I.... t-thanks..."
Ocean Breeze fails to contain the tears that Glyph did, breaking into obvious crying. Virtue dithers for a few moments before stepping over to her and laying a hoof on her back.
Glyph moves over as well, putting his hoof on her withers, and trying to remain strong.
"W-w-what's wrong, mum?"
She sniffles for a few moments and gives Friesden another gentle stroke. "Nothing... I'm just so happy to know you're safe." Which was true, but hardly why she was crying.
Glyph chews his lip a bit more, "Malyutka... would you mind playing outside with Miss Virtue for a bit while I talk to your mother?"
"Miss Virtue? Can I?"
Virtue gives her a warm smile and motions for her to join her at the door. "Of course, honey."
Ocean Breeze reluctantly releases her grip on Friesden and says, "Yes, run along, we'll come get you in a bit."
Glyph brushes Friesden’s mane one last time. "See you around, Friesdizzy. Hope you have fun!"
"Okay!" Friesden goes and walks up to Virtue.
Virtue leads her outside. "Let's go over here..." she begins, leading her away
Friesden follows Virtue happily.
Ocean Breeze stares into the floor where her child was moments ago, not looking up to Glyph
Glyph waits until Friesden is gone before turning to Ocean. "Now then, what's the matter? I... I know it must be hard on you but..." He sighs, moving over to put a hoof on her shoulder again. "You're still her mother... and you still want to be."
She sighs and continues to stare into the floor. "Everything... everything is the matter..." She places her face in her hooves. "What have I done..."
"Maybe... maybe if you told me, I could help?" Glyph sits next to her.
"How much do you know?" she asks. "About... about where she came from?"
"I... not much. I guessed that her father is a Zebra. But that's all." Glyph cocks his head, "Is there more?"
"Nothing that matters... Her father is a zebra. Carmine is not." She wipes her eyes and stifles more crying. "I'm a horrible wife and mother... there... there's nothing I can do to fix this..."
"You..." Glyph thinks for a moment. "You care about Friesden. Even now, when her father won't even acknowledge her existence, you still wanna be her mother. That makes you a good mother. As for a wife... I don't know much about that stuff... but you still care enough about Carmine that you'll stay with him, even with how he's acting."
She remains quiet for a few moments. "I love her just as much as any of my other children... I... I just... oh, gods help me... there's nothing I can do to get her back... I'd give my life if it would solve all of this..."
"What do you mean? You still have her, just look at how happy she was just to see you." He shakes his head. "Killing yourself wouldn't solve anything... but there are always ways."
"But what about Carmine? He was a loving father... he might not be her true father, but he raised her like his own for years... what will I tell her, when she asks if she can see him again? What about the next time she runs into him?"
Glyph 's head droops. "I... I know... I've been trying to think of what to say myself... but. That doesn't mean you can't have her as your daughter. She loves you, and you still love her. Carmine... I... I'm trying not to say anything bad... but... is he even taking care of your other foals now?"
She nods. "He acts like nothing has happened. I... I truly do not understand. Carmine is not like this... I knew he would be upset about it... but I thought he'd be angry at /me/, not her. He loved her so much, for so long..." Her eyes stay fixated on the floor. "But he still cares about our other foals, yes."
"I... I see..." Glyph chews on his lip as he keeps his hoof on Ocean's withers. Trying to think how to word what he wants to say... and failing. "If... if he's really sick... then..." Glyph sighs. "I'm no good at this..."
"I... I just don't know what to do..."
"I... I don't know..." Glyph takes a deep breath. "If... if he really still cares about the others... but... with how he reacted to Friesden..."
She sighs and simply shakes her head. "I still hope that he will come around. I don't understand why he acts like he does... but I have hope." She looks up to him. "...until he does though... would you keep watching Friesden for me? And thank you for watching her so far..."
"Yes, of course. And you're welcome." Glyph lowers his head and mumbles something in a language she doesn't understand. "I just have to keep happy... for her..."
"Yes... that's all we can do right now... I'm afraid..."
“I... I suppose...” Glyph sighs. “I’m a horrible pony... when... when I heard Friesden call me almost-dad...” he looks away, closing his eyes.
“Y-... no... you’re not horrible...” Ocean sighs, trying and failing to stop more tears from forming in her eyes. “N-no horrible pony would... would ever do... so much good... help Friesden...”
“But I...” He sighs, still looking away from her, “when I heard that, I wanted to not hear the almost... I... I know she’s not mine... but still...” He blinks a few times, and Ocean can see a few tears hit the ground. “Sometimes... I find myself hoping that Carmine... that he won’t get better, so I can h-have her for my own... and I hate that. I shouldn’t feel that way...”
Ocean’s face hardens a bit as she tries to think of how to respond. “I... that doesn’t make you terrible... Friesden’s so sweet... I think most ponies would share your feelings... don’t worry... as long as you...” Ocean takes a moment to sniffle and blink away tears, “as long as you can keep taking good care of her... you will never be horrible.”
“T-thank you...” Glyph finally looks back at Ocean, his eyes still watering a bit. “Y-you’re a good pony... no matter what.” He swallows. “If... if you need anything, I’ll help... any way I can, and whenever you wanna see Friesden, you can just come by. You’re still her real family, not me. I... I’m sorry for... for feeling like I do about Carmine... I just... don’t wanna lose her. Not my first foal... even though she isn’t really mine...”
“Y-you’re a good pony, too... don’t you forget that...” Ocean smiles sadly. “I know what it’s like to lose a foal... Carmine, he’s reasonable... usually... I’m certain he’ll let you watch her when he gets better...”
Glyph sniffles again, moving closer and putting a foreleg over Ocean. “You... you haven’t lost her. She’s your daughter, and nothing, nopony, will change that.” He closes his eyes and takes a few breaths, trying to calm himself a bit. “I... I would like to keep taking care of her a bit... even then... and if you need help with your other foals... I’d love to help... even past what I’m doing with the stables.”
“Th- thank you...” Ocean returns Glyph’s embrace. “It means... more to me than you know...” Ocean uses her other forehoof to wipe her eyes of tears. “And it means more to Friesden, too, I bet... she really seems to love you... my mom always said that family wasn’t always about blood.”
Glyph chews his lip trying to keep his composure a bit. “Semʹya , ya ... YA ne dumal o nyeĭ nravit·sya , chto...” He sniffles. “Thank you... do... do you mind staying here for a bit? I... I don’t want Friesden to see me like this, it would make her worry...”
“It’s... no problem... perhaps we should wash our faces off, too...” Ocean smiles. “Th-thank you so much...”
Post by: jaxler on March 18, 2012, 02:26:24 pm
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"Walking? Yeah I can walk just fine. I've been able to walk since I woke up, all I have is just a mild headache... I'll just get off of you now..." I roll off Jaxler's back and proceed to walk beside him.
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"that's good, but you should still get your head looked at."
Post by: L1wW on March 18, 2012, 02:31:34 pm
"I'm still going to the hospital, don't worry! But, I'm more concerned about getting kicked in the gut by a full grown pegasus wearing horseshoes!"
Post by: jaxler on March 18, 2012, 02:37:13 pm
"Just be happy I'm not telling your parents or partisan, and I'm sorry about the brass horseshoes but I kinda needed some sort of weapon seeing how somepony stole my crossbow."
Post by: L1wW on March 18, 2012, 02:44:27 pm
"Okay, okay Jaxler! Jeeze..."
Post by: jaxler on March 18, 2012, 02:46:34 pm
Jaxler noticed that they had finally reached the hospital.
"Looks like we're here."
Jaxler extended his hoof and knocked on the hospital door.
Post by: L1wW on March 18, 2012, 02:48:18 pm
"So, how are we going to explain the days events? Are we going to lie or tell the truth?"
Post by: Telgin on March 18, 2012, 02:51:48 pm
Panacea looks up to the door away from the ruined pile of wood that Stiletto had created in her rage. She was going to make it a point to stay away from the alicorn mare for a while, and never ever do anything to anger her if she could help it. Glaive too, come to think of it. She steps over to the door and cautiously opens it, worried she'd find the enraged alicorn there. Releived it was somepony else, she says, "Oh, Jaxler... Granite... c-come in. What's wrong?"
Post by: JaxtalMK2 on March 18, 2012, 02:57:16 pm
And Another scene! They just flow like water around here huh.
Glyph and Friesden walk into the trade depot. The Zebra caravan is there, although they'll be leaving soon, which is why Glyph had chosen now to come and find one to speak to. 'If I need to know something... after all, a zebra is different than a pony... and a... what would the word even be.. Zony? Whatever it would be, they might react badly to some things... can't take the risk of Friesden getting hurt by something that should help her... or anything like that.'
Friesden is happily flying in circles around Glyph's head as he thinks, he looks up at her. "Careful Friesdizzy, make sure you don't run into any of these boxes."
"I won't!” About one second later she does, knocking a large crate to the ground.
Azikiwe hears the crash, and comes to investigate "careful, young one, your parents might not be pleased should your lack of care cause injury, or break some item of far-off-lands."
Friesden eeps and flutters back over to Glyph.
"I'm sorry sir, my malyutka didn't mean to hurt anything." Glyph puts a foreleg around Friesden. "Actually I came down to speak to one of you... umm... did anything break?"
Azikiwe watches the filly get up, and then straightens the bumped box, before pausing and looking over at her. "it should be fine, that box was filled with fabrics." he pauses, contemplating his wording... "such a lovely filly, she is.."
Friesden remembers her manners. "Thank you mister Zebra."
Glyph smiles. "That she is. But I should ask your name, can't just call you zebra."
Azikiwe smiles to Friesden "you are quite welcome, young one. and, most call me Azikiwe"
"Um. Thank you mister Azikiwe."
Glyph chuckles. "So Azikiwe, do you have time to talk? I know you're all probably busy but..."
Azikiwe nods. "I can spare some time, Of what did you wish to speak?"
Glyph thinks a bit, trying to find some... tactful way of putting it. "It's about um..." He glances at Friesden. "Well, zebras really..."
Friesden perks her ears up. "Why do you want to talk about Zebras, almost-dad?"
"Well, you are special malyutka..." Glyph smiles at her.
Azikiwe nods. "Ah yes, it's not terribly uncommon for one to have questions, I shall, try and provide answers as best I can."
A female zebra is watching the foal playing, and comes closer. "Ah, you must be the filly, Indigo told me about."
Friesden 's eyes boggle. "Ponies are talking about me?"
Glyph looks at the new zebra. "So, you know about Friesden then. I hope you don't mind me coming by looking for answers miss...”
“I'm Sekashi. You would be the second pony to ask me for answers recently. I'm not an oracle, but only a simple trader. You can ask your questions, and I'll answer what I can." She then turns towards the foal and says "Yes, ponies are talking about you. It is uncommon for a pony to have stripes like yours."
Friesden looks at herself. "I only got these stripes recently..."
"Well, they are quite beautiful, aren't they?" asks Sekashi
"...I liked how I looked before..." Friesden looks a bit wistful. "Why do I have these stripes anyway?"
"Maybe you have a zebra ancestor, little one." says Sekashi.
“Well I think your stripes are beautiful malyutka.” Glyph looks back at Sekashi and shakes his head. "Name’s Glyph, don't really need an oracle, just basic information. I want to make sure Friesden is taken care of right, and I don't want to mess anything up because of a lack of knowledge."
"I see, so you are looking after her now, and you want to know about foals, yes?" asks Sekashi.
Friesden scrunches her head in thought. "Why do you need to ask the zebras about how to take care of me? Can't you ask mum? Isn't that what you were talking about?"
"I've had my foals, and your mum isn't here. I can answer his questions, if he wants me to." Sekashi looks at Glyph, then at one of their wagons, then at Glyph again.
Friesden 's face is marked with confusion. "But... But... Mum was talking to him!"
"Glyph is concerned about you, child. He wants to learn as much about upbringing foals as he can. From your mum, from other mums, and from me. If he wants to learn about the zebra way of rising children, who am I to deny him the knowledge?" asks Sekashi.
"Not about foals in general... I remember enough... actually I'm acting as a stabil'nyi˘ otets for the foals here. Just about Friesden... I don't know if I'll need to do anything... different." He rubs the back of his head. "Mainly medical stuff probably."
Azikiwe smiles to Friesden. "It is rarely harmful to seek the advice of another. And, if you are as special as you might be, it could be helpful for your.. caretaker, to understand more of our kind."
Friesden has confusion on her entire body now. "But I'm not special. I'm just another pony."
Azikiwe chuckles "As we all are."
Friesden has still got confusion all over her. "Aren't you a zebra?"
"It matters not, if you are special. Just if you are happy with it. And yes, we are zebras. We are not so different from the ponies." Sekashi looks intensely at the filly, than adds "I see this is a difficult time for you, child. Just have faith that things will turn out for the best for you. Ponies care and look after you. As for your friend, he looks for his answers wherever he can find them." She then looks at Glyph, and walks off towards one of their wagons.
Glyph looks at Friesden. "Do you mind just playing with your new friend here? I think Sekashi wants to talk to me privately."
"Um. Okay." says Friesden.
Glyph tousles her mane, then goes to follow the zebra
Azikiwe smiles and nods "Yes, tell me more about yourself, young one while Sekashi and your friend talk."
Friesden tells him about her mum and dad, and almost-dad and her siblings. Azikiwe smiles and listens, sometimes asking her questions. Eventually she gets excited, and starts flying around in circles again.
Sekashi walks towards one of their wagons, jumps inside, looks through a chest, and emerges with a book. They are both still in sight of the filly, while Azikiwe keeps her occupied. “Talking about zebra foals confuses and upsets her. It is better for us to talk alone.” She taps the book with her hoof. It looks rather old and used. “What would you like to know? There are some differences, brews we make for the foals to make them stronger, trials, exercises. None of these things is truly essential."
"I just want to make sure I don't cause problems. I... I don't know a lot, but I know some medicine and other things will even effect the different kinds of ponies differently..." He looks back at Friesden. "I don't wanna hurt her by accident..."
"Ah, I see. Yes, some kinds of potions work differently with ponies and zebras, but regular food and drink are the same. If her mother was able to hide her here this long as a Pegasus, I wouldn’t expect any problems. Do you know how much zebra blood does she have exactly?"
"How much?" Glyph cocks his head, "Um... her father was a zebra... is that what you wanted to know?"
"Yes, that is what I was asking about.” Sekashi nods, then asks "Do you know if she has wings after her mother or father? Ibises usually keep to our homeland."
“Her mother was a Pegasus.” Glyph shrugs, “Dunno what her father was... didn’t think I should ask... does that change anything?”
“No, it shouldn’t change much. She has wings either way. But why is her being a half-zebra such a problem to ponies? She looks healthy, if unhappy for a child." asks Sekashi after a moment of silence.
Glyph shrugs. "I don't care. I love malyutka's stripes, and the rest of her. Although I think the fact that her mother is married might be a part of it."
"Ah, I see how that would cause a problem. As to your questions, she could be more vulnerable to some herbs, but nothing that should matter. There is a chance of sterility, and other disabilities, but she looks healthy, so that shouldn't be a problem either. I've seen only a handful of zonies in my life, and most managed just fine. As for zebra foals," she opens her book. It is in zebra, but there are some illustrations. "I can tell you a lot, but it will take some time. From what I have seen ponies teach their foals to rely on each other, while my people consider self-reliance and ability to survive a great virtue. So we teach our foals the basics of survival before they are sent on a journey to discover their glyph.” explains Sekashi.
"I see, so the glyph... that's what you have instead of a cutie mark right?" He looks at the pictures. "Dunno which one she'll have... though she probably won't wanna learn too much about zebra culture... she still doesn't seem to understand what she is."
"At some point you will have to tell her, but now is not the time. Yes, if she wants to be a pony, and grows among ponies, then bring her up as a pony. The cutie mark is what you ponies have instead of glyphs, true. But glyphs are more symbolic in meaning, and only clear to those who can read them. She will be raised by ponies, so she is more likely to have a cutie mark, than a glyph. Not that it matters, as both are just external representations of our special talents." She looks him in the eyes "You are now her caretaker, yes?"
Glyph chews his lip. "I suppose worst case I can always ask the next caravan questions... yeah I’m acting as her father now. Why do you wanna know?"
"You are taking care of her, that is good. But what about her family? Her mother?"
"Her mother..." Glyph gets a faraway look in his eyes for a moment. "She... she still cares deeply for Friesden, and she will try to spend as much time as she can with her but..." Glyph shakes his head and sighs. "Her father... that Smert' rog... he threw Friesden out, and there are the other foals, Friesden's siblings, her mother can't just leave them..."
"Ah, that must be hard for all of them.” her smile disappears briefly. “I have an advice for you. The most important thing to teach her is the ability to be grateful for the gift of breathing. To endure and thrive in any conditions. That, and not standing in the way of what she is to become. But those are lessons for later, she may be still to young to understand."
"The importance of breathing huh..." Glyph thinks a bit. "Not sure I even understand fully... but like you said, that can wait for now."
"Are you happy? Or are you worried now?" asks Sekashi, cocking her head.
"No, not worried...." Glyph watches Friesden flying around Azikiwe's head. "Not for me at least... I want to do everything right for her... no matter what she feels... she's my daughter now... my first..."
Meanwhile, Azikiwe sits back with a smile, watching the filly circle happily.
"There are always some things you must do. Some trials you must face. Some things to prepare for. But as long as you know you can handle them, you don't need to worry. You are still young and healthy. You can handle life. Teach her that. She is now your responsibility, and you need to take care of her. Look after her, and learn what you can about foals, but don't worry. You don't need to." Sekashi looks Glyph in the eyes, and then at flying Friesden.
"I... I will." He smiles a bit. "Thank you. I may know how to take care of foals... but this is different... this one's mine. I won't worry, I'll just be there for her... always, just as I promised."
"I see that this is difficult for you and her family, but things will work out in the end. Trust in that, and take care of her. As for her mother’s husband, bucks sometimes value their honour above their responsibilities. From what I heard, he took his wife's infidelity very badly. Try to convince him to let his wife and children see the filly."
"Let them?" Glyph chuckles darkly. "He doesn't have a choice in the matter. Besides, she now has a father in the militia, and two mothers, one guard and one militia. I don't think he he'll be refusing her anything."
Sekashi notices the change in Glyph's mood. Two mothers? "So you are going to threaten him? He took this hard. If you push him too much, he may snap. The blue unicorn said, he doesn't even recognize the child."
"He doesn't seem to. But that's no excuse. There is absolutely no excuse for hurting a foal. Especially this foal." Glyph smiles grimly. "But no, I won't threaten him. Not unless he does something intentional to harm Friesden."
"Yes, he did hurt her, and his wife and their other children. That is his crime. But did he do it to hurt them, or because he himself was hurt? How long has he known, she is not of his blood? How did he find out? Do your laws say he can abandon a foal that is not his? Consider these questions. It is good that you seek only to protect the child. Hurting the old fool further won't do any good to his wife and the foals, and it won't teach him anything."
Glyph shakes his head. "I just said, I'm not going to threaten him. I'm just angry at the hurt he caused. You may be right, and I doubt he did it to be malicious, but it's still not something easy to forget." he scuffs the ground with a hoof, "But I won't hurt him. It wouldn't solve anything, and it would break Friesden's heart."
"Good, so you understand this is about making things better, not revenge.” Sekashi puts a hoof on Glyph’s withers. “Tell me about the blue unicorn, Indigo. How is he involved into all this?"
"Indigo... he works with Carmine apparently, and Carmine asked him to do something about me and Friesden." Glyph shrugs. "Like I said, he really doesn't seem to remember her."
"He came to me asking if we lost a foal. He then told me there is a striped foal in the town, that wasn't here before, but she knows things about the camp, as if she were here for a long time. He mentioned this Carmine only briefly. Perhaps I should talk to him again. He wasn’t malicious, but rather apologetic for even asking. He seems concerned about his friend, and the foal as well, and most of all confused. I told him to help his friend if he asks, but let other ponies handle this otherwise." Sekashi sighs. "And that we didn't lose a foal, and would notice an Ibis following our caravan."
"Are you telling me to stay out? Or... why are you telling me about this?"
“Because you need to understand the situation well to handle it well, and there are a lot of ponies already involved. You said, the blue unicorn is working with Carmine. It may be so, but I do not think he will be causing you trouble, or trying to hurt the filly. If he tries, explain things to him alone. He means well, but is confused." Sekashi laughs "Otherwise the silly pony wouldn't be asking me about a lost foal."
Glyph looks confused. "Of course he doesn't mean harm, he was trying to help me, and her. At least it seems like he was... even I could tell he wasn't trying to hurt anypony."
After a pause Sekashi adds "The biggest thing of concern about him is how he reacts to the mother. From what I gather he finds infidelity to be a great crime."
"Oh... I hope he won't cause problems there... or for me, some ponies might see Stiletto, Kat, and me as... wrong. Maybe... still don't understand a lot of that stuff." says Glyph with concern.
Sekashi raises her brow at that, but decides not to inquire about their relationships. Instead she says: "Well, your responsibility is taking care of the filly now. You can't protect every pony in this place, but other guards could keep a discrete watch on Carmine's family, for a few weeks at least. You also have other things to consider. You should find out what your leader has to say about this. What does pony law say about dispossessing and adopting a child? These things may not seem important to you, but it is good to handle them properly, so that nopony will cause her trouble."
"Maybe... I've talked to Virtue... but everypony seems to think Carmine will get better, and just... take her back." Glyph looks over at Friesden sadly. "I... I'm not so sure... and I'm even less sure which would be better..."
"Perhaps he will. Perhaps he won't. Indigo said, Carmine doesn't even seem to remember her now. He could by lying. He could be insane. He could be shielding himself from shame and hurt. In any case forcing him to take her back will do her no good. You can't make him love her."
"I..." Glyph sighs. "I don't want him to take her back really... um... don't tell anypony that though. I... I really shouldn't act like that..."
Sekashi looks at the circling filly. "I understand, and your secrets are safe with me, as long as they endanger nopony or zebra. You care about the filly, and want the best for her. Adopting her might be a better course of action than giving her back. Just make sure, she can see her mother, and play with other foals. This won't be easy for her, but in time she will understand."
"Of... of course, I wouldn't take her away from her mother... never. But... I don't know if the others would allow me to adopt her, like I said, they all seem to think he'll get better and take her back."
"Time will show. My best advice is to be ready for both. For now just take care of her as best as you can, and talk to your leader about adoption.” After a pause Sekashi adds “Now, is there anything else you'd like to ask me about?"
"I... I don't think so. Like I said, mainly I just wanted to make sure I wasn't going to hurt her by accident."
"Would you like to buy something then? Or did you just come to us to talk?" Sekashi speaks with a sudden spark in her eye.
"Buy something? I kinda just came to talk... didn't know there was more to do..."
Sekashi puts away her book. "Well, you asked me for advice, and I gave it to you, but our main service is trade. Just look around if you want anything. We have cloth, food, jewellery, herbal medicine, some curiosities and other things." She gestures towards their wares and smiles.
“Trade..” Glyph shakes his head. “Why would you... nevermind. I should probably just head home. Or maybe take her to see her siblings, Carmine should be busy at work right now.”
“Of course. Come back if you need anything or have further questions. As for why would you... buy something from us, is that what you wanted to ask? We are a trade caravan. Shall I explain you how this works?” asks Sekashi with a playful smile.
Glyph chuckles slightly. “I think I get the idea, just still don’t understand why, I have food, shelter, my clothes... and now I even have some family... why should I get anything?” He shrugs. “Guess this is what Stiletto has to deal with a lot. It was nice meeting you Sekashi, you think you’re going to be in the next caravan?”
“Ah, a pony of little needs, are you now? That is commendable. As I told you, our people consider self-reliance to be a virtue.” she smiles and looks into Glyph’s eyes, then adds. “Lady Virtue does most of the trading with us, but some ponies have special needs and want various trinkets for themselves. And yes, if the gods are good, I’ll be back next year. Goodbye to you, then.” Sekashi walks Glyph and Friesden out of the depot, and waves her hoof at them, while Azikiwe bows, and says “It was a pleasure to meet you”.
Glyph walks home, smiling as he watched Friesden flying around. ‘She might not understand what she is... but she’s still happy. With what Sekashi said, looks like I won’t have to worry about doing anything wrong because of her heritage either.’ He trots forward, next to Friesden. “I bet I can beatcha back home!” He chuckles and runs forward, happy to have made a new friend in the caravan, and happy to have his daughter.
Post by: jaxler on March 18, 2012, 02:57:30 pm
"All we haft to do is not lie."
After replying to Granite, Jaxler noticed that Panacea had come to the door.
"Hay Panacea, I kinda got shot in the leg and sprained my wings while trying to chase a thief. Oh, and Granite got a concussion from the very same thief."
Post by: Telgin on March 18, 2012, 03:01:36 pm
Her eyes go wide and she ushers them inside. "Come in, let me take a look at you." She begins fishing for things in a nearby chest. "Are we still under attack? Is anypony else hurt or fighting?"
Post by: L1wW on March 18, 2012, 03:02:34 pm
"No, the thief ran away, but the asshole badger pony did manage to come out of nowhere and kicked me straight in the kidneys! And he was wearing some dumbass brass horseshoes he probably got when he was having his midlife crisis!" I glare at Jaxler.
Post by: jaxler on March 18, 2012, 03:13:20 pm
Jaxler walks into he hospital following Panacea and Granite
"Well, I guess I'm gonna haft to make sure that I start killing those thieves." Jaxler then tried bending his leg, he was a surprised when I made a strange popping sound. "em... Panacea should that worry me?"
Post by: Telgin on March 18, 2012, 03:19:25 pm
Yes, that should worry him, but she'd learned long ago that keeping ponies calm was half of the fight when it came to this sort of thing. Although he seemed to take mortal injury with stride. She trots over to his wounded leg and gives it a close look. "It doesn't look that bad... looks like the blade missed the bone." She motions for him to get on a bed and gives him something to drink. "Here, take this, it'll ease the pain."
As she begins to examine and clean the wound, she says to Granite, "How are you, dear? Are you dizzy or do you feel sick? If you get sleepy tell me immediately. I'll get something for you in just a second."
Post by: L1wW on March 18, 2012, 03:31:02 pm
"I feel relatively fine Panacea. The only thing I have is just a mild headache and maybe some bruises from the kick. I guess I'm slightly dizzy, but that's about it..."
Post by: jaxler on March 18, 2012, 03:36:30 pm
"so... my knee isn't too messed up, right? And what exactly do I do about my wings being Sprained?"
Post by: Telgin on March 18, 2012, 03:42:26 pm
"No, I think it'll be fine. The joint is pretty strained though, it's almost like somepony dragged you by it. It's not dislocated though, so it'll recover." She finishes cleaning the wound and starts to suture it. "If you just sprained your wings, they should recover on their own in a few days. Just try to lay off flying as much as you can, it'll delay the healing."
As she finishes stitching the gash, she grabs a small bottle and gives it to Granite to drink. "Here you go, dear, drink this. It'll help keep you alert. Now, let me take a look at you..." She gently runs a hoof down his side near the bruise. It was a bit warm, as she expected a bruise would be, but it didn't seem any worse than that. "Does this hurt a lot? Deep down? Does anything feel funny? Tingling?"
Post by: L1wW on March 18, 2012, 03:52:03 pm
"It doesn't hurt that much, definitely not deep down. And I don't feel anything funny, just someone poking me in the side..."
I look over to Jaxler. "Man that thief was an ass; kicking a poor, defenseless foal in the gut!"
Post by: jaxler on March 18, 2012, 04:05:48 pm
"Ya wanna hear something funny panacea? The damned thief stole my crossbow and broke the string after shooting me with my own crossbow. I'm amazed the damned thief was stupid enough to drop the damned thing."
Post by: Telgin on March 18, 2012, 04:08:19 pm
She smiles and stops prodding him needlessly. "That's good. It's just a bruise on the skin then. If anything feels wrong, be sure to tell me right away, okay?" She stows the things she'd been handling and adds, "I should go let your parents know you're here and what happened. You'll be perfectly fine."
She pauses as Jaxler speaks up and gives him a concerned look. The wound did look strange for a dagger stab. "Oh my... you were fortunate then... I dare not think what will happen if they start bringing their own crossbows..."
Post by: L1wW on March 18, 2012, 04:13:11 pm
"Thanks for the checkup Panacea, I can let my folks know what happened..."
I listen in on Jaxlers line, and I put in my two cents... "But I do understand where the thief was coming from though, Jaxler. What would that worthless piece of crap of a wooden crossbow be worth on the market? Probably wouldn't even fetch a single bit..."
Post by: jaxler on March 18, 2012, 04:20:27 pm
"Ya, the thing has seen better days, but what kind of pony would I be if I just dropped my crossbow in a stockpile and let it rot. The thing has saved my life on many occasions and I trust this crossbow a lot more than any pony."
Post by: L1wW on March 18, 2012, 04:23:20 pm
"I'm not saying it's a crappy weapon Jaxler, I'm saying it's a worthless eyesore that would proabably rot within a week." I snicker at him.
Post by: jaxler on March 18, 2012, 04:34:36 pm
Jaxler really didn't want to get in an argument with a foal. He also knew that he couldn't really defend the quality of his crossbow.
"really, I'd give my crossbow about two weeks but meh, what do I know. Anyways Panacea, can I just get up and go or do I need to hang around a little bit longer?"
Post by: Telgin on March 18, 2012, 04:37:59 pm
"Oh, um..." She thinks for a moment. "You should be fine to go. As always, let me know if it doesn't seem to be getting better, or if you think you're getting an infection. You should try to take it easy for a few days, and it's going to take weeks for your leg to get completely better. I'll send word to Partisan to let him know you need to be on light duties for a little while."
Post by: jaxler on March 18, 2012, 04:47:57 pm
Jaxler was happy to know that he could leave now but just as he was about to get up and leave he noticed a pile of splinters over in the corner.
"oh that's great... why is there a pile of splinters over there?"
Post by: L1wW on March 18, 2012, 04:54:25 pm
"Yeah, now that you mention it, why are there splinters everywhere?"
Post by: KingStrongbeard on March 18, 2012, 05:25:01 pm
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"Really? Even if it was only a chair, that pony has no business flaunting her magic offensively in a place of healing. Or putting on some sort of scary magical display."
Falcata snorts defiantly, getting a bit worked up.
"She can be as dangerous as she wants; if she ever lays a hoof on you she'll have me to answer to, and no amount of magic would save her. If she really does want to intimidate us, let her try; it doesn't bother me in the slightest. Nor will it. We are each other's, and whatever her people might think, I will have no part in it."
Glaive is filled with a mix of relief and more than a bit of pride when he hears Falcata's words.
They reach the entrance to the housing complex.
"I'm glad you feel that way Falcata. But I don't know what we do now. Stiletto and Flux have a lot of...friends. They could make things hard on us."
Glaive takes one of Falcata's hooves with his left (the unbroken one) but can't bring himself to look her in the eyes. "And with Flux in jail, they will likely blame me. We probably haven't heard the last of this."
Post by: Omicega on March 18, 2012, 05:40:01 pm
Post by: KingStrongbeard on March 18, 2012, 05:54:37 pm
Glaive looks into Falcata's eyes. He was free of all doubts, he was ready, but now wasn't the time or place for it. But he knew it would be soon. The day of their first flight was fast approaching. Glaive was almost confident enough in his magic to try cloud-walking with her, and then on that day he would do it. He would ask her the question that had been busying his mind for months.
"Thank you Fal, and know that I will always stand by your side, through anything." Glaive touches his forehead to hers, his eyes are closed. "No matter what."
((End Scene.))
Post by: Telgin on March 18, 2012, 07:24:25 pm
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"Yeah, now that you mention it, why are there splinters everywhere?"
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Panacea is silent for a moment and considers he next words carefully. She didn't want to aggravate the situation with Stiletto, and it was no secret that Jaxler wasn't fond of her. But what was a plausible explanation?
"Um... there was an accident with some magic... nothing to worry about."
Post by: jaxler on March 18, 2012, 07:55:10 pm
"Well, I'd hate to piss off whoever did that."
After that remark Jaxler got up and made his way out the door.
Post by: L1wW on March 18, 2012, 08:02:24 pm
"Well that sounds interesting. Anyway, thanks for taking a look at that Panacea!" I follow suit and leave as well.
((end scene?))
Post by: Maklak on March 19, 2012, 08:28:28 am
((This scene takes place shortly before the departure of the zebra caravan, and before Flux went to prison for harming Glaive.))
Sekashi was intrigued by Indigo questioning her about zonies and bastards. He thought himself clever, and tactful, but she's been around, and could read between the lines. Despite his age he was still such a foalish fool and needed to be taught a lesson about life. How could she refuse to help him? The gods themselves put him on her way. Besides, It will do him and the ponies around him a lot of good. On the eve of the caravan's departure she prepared herself, took a flagon of a special wine with her, and in the evening went to the Craftpony's workshop to meet the pony. She wasn't wearing any clothes, just her usual jewelry. Indigo was working on a stone pot, and didn't even notice her approach. She sneaks on him pretty closely, and puts a hoof on his rump. "Hello Indigo."
He is as startled by her touch as he was as focused on his work. "Whoa... Oh, hello Sekashi. I haven't expected you. I made everything you requested. Is there anything else you need?" Why would she touch me like that? She is usually not this direct.
Sekashi smiles playfully. "Why, it would be rather late for that, don't you think? I've come to celebrate all the good trade we have done, and say goodbye to my friend." She gestures towards the flagon, she is skillfully balancing on her back.
"Ah. Of course we can talk." He looks at his pot. "I'm almost done, can I finish this first?"
"Certainly, I would never dream of interrupting your important work." Sekashi smirks looking at the pot, and a few finished ones next to it. Without a word he turns back towards the pot to continue his work. He didn't even get the sarcasm. Sekashi is patiently watching him smoothing the stone for the next half hour. He is pretty good at it, but she has seen him work before, and that is not why she is here today. Nonetheless her presence makes him work faster and better.
Indigo finishes the pot, looks over it one last time, checking for flaws, decides that it is quite an ≡Exceptional≡ piece, and puts it away. He turns towards the waiting zebra. "I'm done for today, are you hungry? I can take you to the dining hall."
"Actually I want to see how you live and talk to you without a crowd of noisy ponies. Why don't you get the food from your kitchens, and we go to your place?"
Indigo frowns I don't think there are any rules against inviting our guests to the dormitory, but is it proper? Well, I guess we've known each other for some time, and there is no harm in inviting her. "I... alright, what would you like to eat?"
"Why, I'm not picky. I'm sure, you can think of something suitable."
"Ah... Yes, come with me." He leads her towards the well and cleans himself, then they go to the dining hall. He enters alone and leaves ten minutes later levitating a tray with cups, pots, salad, fish soup, and carrot juice. Finally they go to his room. A few ponies eye them curiously, but say nothing. Indigo's room is on the second floor and the same size as all the others in the dormitory. It is big enough for a family with a few foals, so it is pretty spacious for a single pony. A lamp under the ceiling and another on the table are the only light sources, and Indigo lights them both up with his magic. Everything is clean, and neatly arranged on its place. He puts the food on the table, and gestures for her to sit. They start with the soup. Indigo says "I'm hungry, let's eat" and begins to gulp his portion quickly.
Sekashi looks at him. "Don't eat so sloppy."
"Humph?"
"Taste the food." She takes a sip of the soup, and chews on it slowly.
Indigo stops slouching, and eats slower. "It is good."
"So why not enjoy it?"
Indigo frowned. "Food is just for sustenance. I eat quickly to do other things... but I suppose there is no rush now."
Sekashi smiles, nods, and they both enjoy their own bowls, looking at each other. When they are finished with the soup she adds. "And even during the day an extra few minutes for a meal won't make a difference. Celebrating a meal is a very simple exercise."
"Exercise?" asks Indigo.
"Yes, you asked me to teach you how to meditate."
"I tried, and wasn't any good at it. You said, I think and worry too much."
"You still do, but you just enjoyed a meal without worrying, didn't you?"
"I guess."
"Tell me, when you work with your stones, what do you think about?"
"I look at them, notice all the little details and imagine how it looks inside until I see what parts to remove. Then I do it."
"Focusing on one thing, and one thing only. That is also an exercise. You can do the same with eating, walking, even breathing." Indigo starts thinking about it, remembering his work at the workshop, and not even noticing, that Sekashi poured each of them a cup of her wine. "Want a drink?"
"Hm? Oh, I don't drink alcohol. I’ll have juice."
She cocked her head playfully. "Never ever? Not even with your friends?"
"Well, sometimes," he sighs, "but I don't like, what it does to me."
"It is alright to enjoy a drink once in a while. Just don't make drinking into a habit." She gives him a sly smile. "Besides, it is rude to deny a gift".
"Well, if you insist. One cup won't kill me." He takes a small sip of her wine. It is pretty strong for his standards, and tastes of some herbs.
"That's the spirit." They proceed with the salad, drinking their wine. She pours each of them another cup, but after that he refuses, and drinks carrot juice instead.
"So what did you want to talk with me about?" asks Indigo. It is getting late, and Indigo is slightly drunk, but for some reason isn't even sleepy.
"Oh, nothing in particular. I just want to spend some time with you, before I leave with my people."
"Ah well, thank you. I thought you wanted to discuss my crafts or the Ocean Breeze incident."
"I already told you, what we need. I have seen the filly, and the incident is a thing of the past."
"Past? But it is still fresh."
"It ended happily." More or less. "The filly found another home, and your friend is still with his familly. This thing doesn't even concern you directly, and you could make it worse by trying to help. You made the right choice to let other ponies work it out. There is no need to worry about it." I need to talk to him, like to a foal.
"But what of the implications? Carmine was ostracized. He was even threatened by a guard. I'm afraid, what it can mean..."
"For you? Are you afraid of your own guards?"
"I... don't know. And I shouldn't even be telling you this..."
Sekashi just laughs. He still doesn't get it. "You silly pony, your guards would do anything to protect the foals, and much to protect you." She waits for it to sink, then adds "If you are still afraid of them, then don't give them a reason to mistreat you. It is as simple as that."
Indigo thinks about it for a while. "You're right. They never mistreated me. I worry too much."
Sekashi looks at him with a spark in her eye. "You can also train yourself to fight."
"What? Why?"
Sekashi lashes out, and pins him to the ground before he has time to react, puts a hoof in his mouth, then whispers in his ear "To be prepared for the unexpected. Guards will do what they can, but they won't always be there for you." After a few heartbeats she gracefully jumps to her hooves, releasing him.
For a moment Indigo is to stunned to do anything, but then rolls on his hooves. Still, despite the shock the sensation of her body touching his was far from unpleasant. She is soft and warm, while muscular. Am... am I getting turned on? "How... why did you do that?"
"You weren't paying attention. I wanted to wake you up."
"But I'm not asleep," protests Indigo.
"Oh? Can you see the cricket that has been chipping in your room all evening? Can you hear the guard walking the corridor outside? Your heart beating? Yourself breathing?"
Indigo listens to the cricket, then finds the source of sound. There are indeed steps of metal horseshoes on the corridor. Focusing on his own breath and heartbeat is only slightly harder. Those things were clearly there the whole time, but they were the background. They didn't matter. Why would she be pointing them out? He tries to hear her breath, but can't. She is watching him the whole time, smiling. "How is it that you hear these things?"
"How is it that you do not?" Sekashi laughs.
Is this her way of telling me to be aware of my surroundings, and notice things from small clues? He notices something else. "I think there is a pony crying."
"A foal, behind this wall."
Indigo looks at the wall and frowns. "Granite. He is nothing but trouble for everypony."
"Is that so? Maybe that is his way of asking for help?"
"Help? He is not my responsibility. He has parents. And how would I help him anyway? He just drinks, breaks stuff, and annoys ponies. I don't want him to be like that, but what can I do?" She just said, I was right to stay out of Ocean Breeze incident, but wants me to try and help this foal? This is insane zebra logic at it’s finest!
A cloud briefly passes over her face. "That is for you to find out. But know this: you live in a small community, and a suffering pony affects others. Finding a way to help him may help you too."
Indigo frowns at that. Perhaps helping this foal will be easier than helping Carmine "Maybe I could try to help him find something to do. He must have some calling in life." Well, unless he is destined to become another Jaxler. This line of thought is interrupted by Sekashi touching him again. He didn't even notice her getting next to him.
"Why are you so tense all the time?" asks Sekashi.
Whoa... why are you so close to me? "Tense?" He makes a few small flexing movements. "What do you mean, tense? I feel fine."
"Your whole body is tense. It is as if you are wearing armour made from your muscles, but it doesn't protect you. It just slows you down, and tires you. Limits your movements. Try to loosen up."
What the hay is she talking about? This makes no sense at all. "I feel normal, and if I relax my muscles, I'll fall to the floor."
Sekashi laughs. "You think so? Lie on your bed than, and try it."
I know I asked her to teach me some things, but can it get any crazier? "Fine, let's see." Indigo lies on his bed on his tummy, with his legs stretched in every direction, and tries to relax. After a moment he shifts his pillow for easier breathing. He feels somewhat relaxed, and for some reason isn't sleepy, even though it is getting late. He closes his eyes. The cricket is still chipping. Is it getting hot in here?
Sekashi observes him for a while, lifts his fore hoof, and drops it back. "You are still tense. Here, let me help you." she jumps on the bed and begins massaging him, releasing the tension, working the hardness out of his muscles. "Breathe and relax."
To Indigo this is just unexpected as it is pleasant. He begins to relax, and almost lets his guard down. Why am I getting turned on by a zebra? What is she doing? Is she trying to seduce me? Would she? I made it pretty obvious, I wouldn't marry a zebra. She seemed responsible, and understanding. Is she trying to trick me?
Sekashi notices the shift in his mood. He is ashamed of his body, and how it reacts to mine She whispers in his ear: "Do you know, why I'm really here? I have a gift for you."
"Another gift?" Indigo is intrigued. She already gave me some wine and massage. What gift? Does she want me to be happy so she can exploit it? He tenses even more, opens his eyes, and perks his head to look at her. Why is my horn glowing like that?
"I can spend the night with you if you want."
"WHAT? You mean..." Indigo stands up, throwing her off of him, and Sekashi lands gracefully next to his bed. He looks at her in shock I knew she wanted something!
"Yes," she flexes, "what's the matter? Is it because I'm a zebra? Don't you like my stripes?" His expression is priceless.
Indigo is shocked by this turn of events. I should have known "W... we can't. We're not married!"
Sekashi gives him some more breathing space, by moving two steps backwards, and sits on her rump. "Yes, neither you, nor me is married."
"You... Is that your way of offering to marry me? I don't even... Where would we live?"
Sekashi laughs "Silly pony. No, I'm not offering you marriage, just this night."
"You mean... you're one of them? But... I thought you were more responsible. What if there is a foal?"
"Ah, so you don't want another zony bastard who has no place among your or mine people. That is responsible of you." she gives him a sly smile "But do you think, that I can't take care of my own foals? Or that I can't brew moon tea to prevent pregnancy? There will be no foals."
"You have foals? But you said, you were unwed!" says Indigo, angrily.
Sekashi sighs "I was married twice, and am divorced now. My foals are all grown up. I don't need more of them, thank you for your concern." says Sekashi calmly The moment is gone.
Indigo doesn't like what he is hearing. "Divorce? But what about commitment and enduring together? Do promises and contracts mean nothing to you?"
Sekashi sighs "It doesn't always work like that. A relationship can work for a while, and then one of you moves on, until your philosophies differ too much for staying together to make sense. It is better to divorce, and stay friends than be forced to suffer each other for life. That way each of you can find a more suitable partner. I'm even friends with my first husband's second wife."
More insane zebra logic! Indigo listens with growing disgust "That sounds awfully convenient. Part of marriage is commitment. Looking after each other. What if one of you gets sick? What about the foals when you divorce?"
Funny how he is lecturing me on marriage. Silly pony doesn't even see the irony. Sekashi breaths in and out. "None of us was sick. We didn't abandon one another in need. We just decided, this was be for the best. As for foals, they were taken care off, and saw both their parents. Do you think it would be better for them to watch their parents fighting all the time?"
Indigo just glares. She is clearly wrong, but what can I say to this? He grits his teeth. "What you are proposing is still sexual misconduct."
"Oh?" she cocks her head and flexes again, now standing with her side to him "I am not forcing you. None of us is married, so this is not a violation of an oath. There won't be any foals or diseases. I explained all of this to you. How is that misconduct?"
Indigo keeps looking at her, and frowns It still feels wrong, but what can I say to her? "Why me? Surely there are some zebras interested... And I never gave you a reason to... And I know, I'm not so attractive... Why me?" Her offer does sound tempting. I'm... I'm blushing?!
Sekashi laughs "Because it would do you a world of good." She cocks her head. "What's the matter? Have you never been with a mare before?"
"That is none of your business!” He looks at her smiling and sighs. “Fine, I'll tell you. I was never married, but I know enough to do my duty as a husband."
"Oh?" she curls her lips. That’s just the thing a bride wants on her wedding night; a husband who knows how to do his duty.
He sighs again. "I... shamed myself... with a mare."
She laughs again. This is getting interesting "Shamed yourself? Oh yes, that must have been a truly memorable experience."
He just glares.
"So? Tell me about it."
This has gone too far anyway. I might as well tell her. "We... we were engaged. We were in love... or so we thought. We were supposed to wait until after marriage. It... it was her idea. I should have refused... known better. Instead, I gave in. We were discovered, separated, and drafted. She died in a battle." He looks somber. My would be wife was weak.
"I'm sorry for you. I really am. Was that your only time?" She moves in closer to hug him. This explains a lot.
He notices her approach, and moves away. "Don't."
He wasn't so opposed to me giving him a massage. She stops. "Was that your only time?"
"I went to a... a courtesan. Twice. But that wasn't what I wanted. And I was never rich. I couldn't afford her anyway. And I never negotiated another marriage contract after the scandal. There was always another buck who got married instead of me. Eventually my desire waned, and I gave up." Until recently, it seems. Does she even know, what she is doing to me? He looks on the floor. "So now you understand. I told you everything."
Sekashi isn't really turned on by this turn of events, but still rather fond of this silly pony, and she still wants to help him. She hugs him.
Indigo is very confused at this point. "Stop!" I want to... but I can't. This is not right. My body is betraying me!
She complies and moves away. Is he beyond help? "Why? I can see, how you want it."
"And then what? Your caravan leaves tomorrow. You won't stay with me. I'll miss you, and suffer for it. How can you even suggest it? Do you even know, what it will do to me?"
Sekashi looks at him, and laughs. She laughs hard. "You silly pony. There are some unmarried mares here, if you look around."
"And you think this is going to improve my chances with any of them? Why are you laughing? And calling me silly?"
This lesson needs to be harsher than I intended. "You are being silly, and it is only fitting to find fools funny. Why would they persist so hard at their foolishness if they did not wish us to laugh at them?”
This ridicule is unbearable to Indigo. "GET OUT! Your insane zebra logic is silly, not me!"
She slowly does so, laughing even harder, and swinging her hips as she walks.
((continued below))
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((I can't rhyme, and I assume she speaks midpony well, being a trader and all.))
((To those who thought, that I was going to write a proper clopfiction or a "fade to back", I dedicate this video (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kKJRPPA6NBQ)))
((Well, I actually entertained the idea of an alternate ending, where he gives in. She leaves before dawn (without stealing anything). He wakes up later, and alone. He misses her, but what troubles him most is that he doesn’t feel guilty for what he did last night. He also cares less about Stiletto’s group excesses. There would be no after-scene with the guards with this ending.))
((I am role playing Indigo, but also in part GMing him, due to lack of a proper GM in this thread. As Indigo's GM it is my right... no, my duty to keep him miserable. It is more !fun! that way. On the other hoof alternate ending, where he gives in would also have some potential for !fun!))
((Telgim, moon tea from the zebras can be an in-game explanation for capping the foals))
Post by: Maklak on March 19, 2012, 08:28:46 am
This ridicule is unbearable to Indigo. "GET OUT! Your insane zebra logic is silly, not me!"
She slowly does so, laughing even harder, and swinging her hips as she walks.
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Earlier today Stiletto saw a blue unicorn and a zebra walking towards the dormitories. A few hours have passed since then. Shortly before midnight Stiletto decided to go visit Kat. When she is walking the corridor connecting the rooms on the second floor, she hears some yelling, and then sees a zebra exiting one of the rooms, laughing very hard. She is not wearing any clothes, just jewellery and is seductively swinging her hips.
"Miss are you lost?” asks Stiletto. “Do you need help with anything?"
Sekashi looks at the big Alicorn, and doesn't stop laughing. "Thank you for concern, I'll find my way." She continues walking towards the stairs.
Indigo is filled with conflicting emotions, but somehow seeing her leaving makes him recompose himself. He notices the bottle she left on the table, and trots towards the door. He sticks his head out of the room, carrying a bottle of wine with telekinesis "You forgot this."
The zebra still laughs her rump off, but looks back at him "Keep it. It is a gift. It may do you some good one night."
He normally avoids alcohol, but doesn't really care at this point. "I should escort you to the depot."
"I'll find my way."
He just looks on with shock, disbelief, desire, and confusion as the zebra walks on towards the stairs and then out of sight, still laughing her rump off. I thought she was a friend. How could she do this to me? Then he notices Stiletto, and retreats back to his room. The bottle apparently forgotten on the floor.
Stiletto picks up the bottle of wine and taps lightly on Indigo’s door "Sir, you left your a bottle outside."
Indigo yells from inside the room: "I don't bucking want her bucking wine!" Then he kicks his bed. "And I'm not a sir. I work for a living!" another kick.
Stiletto gives the stairs where she can still hear the zebra's laughter a sidelong look, but is pulled to attention by the sound of kicking "Are you aright in there S... Mister."
Indigo groans, then says "Nothing to report."
"If you are sure, but this wine was a gift, it is a little bit rude to turn down a gift." says Stiletto, looking at the bottle he forgot outside.
Indigo opens the door. Stiletto stands close enough to see the inside. It is tidy and lit by two lamps, one under the ceiling, another one on the table. There is some leftover food on the table, and the sheets on the bed are ruffled. This looks like a romantic dinner gone wrong. The unicorn is clothed and slightly out of balance. He quickly snatches the wine, and puts it in a corner with telekinesis. He then looks at Stiletto. "Fine, I'll keep it." He appears rather distressed, and looks at her with a mix of emotions on his face. At first mostly anger and fear, but desire is there as well, and seems to be winning. His horn starts glowing, he blinks, blushes, and does his best to look at her hooves.
"Are you sure you all right? You look as if you might be concerned with something." asks Stiletto with worry in her voice.
Indigo looks at Stiletto, exhales, blushes and looks at her hooves again. His expression shifts to anger. "Concerned? Oh I bucking am concerned. By all these crazy, perverted mares, spreading depravity. Including you!" He points his hoof at Stiletto, sways to the side, but manages to keep standing, and looks angry.
"Are you inebriated Mister?" asks Stiletto, frowning.
"What?” Indigo looks at his own hoof. “I think so." then he looks back at Stiletto, again with mixed hatred and desire, then at her hooves. "So what if I am? Jaxler gets drunk all the time."
"If you have impaired judgement, you should think very carefully about any action you take. Jaxler is not a role model, and personally I feel he should take his jobs more seriously."
"What action? And I don't drink. She gave it to me." His fear seems mostly gone, but anger, desire and confusion are still there.
Stiletto nods and looks it the direction of the caravan "Do you know her well then?"
"Humph? Do I ever know a pony well? I thought she was a friend. I thought Kat was a friend too". He sadly looks at the floor. "But you! You are not a friend! I know that!" He points his hoof at her again.
"I do not really know you, that is true, you have never introduced yourself to myself." She uses her magic to lift her hat off and then bows. "I am Stiletto TrustedGood, I am quiet pleased to make your acquaintance."
Indigo is rather shocked by the gesture, then says. "Well I'm NOT pleased to meet you. You're trouble, not me!" He then adds "So what... What do you want from me? I did nothing. And you're militia, not a guard."
Stiletto raises her head back up and gives him a stern look "Do you have something against Destuchmeiner? I was concerned you might need help, you are a very rude pony though, not even returning a proper introduction."
Indigo is only slightly scared by this, and too angry to care. "I have something against you! I don't care about the rest of your kind, I don't know them! And I can be rude if I want to. I don't need your bucking help!"
Stiletto shakes her head slowly "If that is how you feel, rude pony, I will take my leave of you." she turns to the hall.
"Fine! I want nothing more from you!" Indigo closes the door, and groans.
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Kat slams her door open, bed-hair, messed coat, rustled nightgown that she wears while she sleeps. She clearly have been woken up and she's not pleased one bit about it. "What... the hell.. is going.. on...?"
Stiletto looks to see Kat come out of her door "The rude pony next door to you felt the need to insult me for trying to help him, meine Leibe."
Kat sighs and face-hoofs as she slowly flies over. "What's his problem this time?"
"I think he is quiet inebriated by some wine he received as a gift from a very nice looking zebra merchant." says Stiletto.
Indigo kicks his bed again, then groans.
Kat wipes her eyes slightly before letting out a yawn. "Mm... who knows? maybe he got drugged or something... maybe we should check him out and see if he's not going insane or something... He could be dangerous if he is."
Indigo kicks his bed again. "Bucking insane zebras and their insane logic!" Another kick and a groan.
"You check on him, he has already dismissed me. I shall go to the caravan and make some inquiries."
"Neigh, you're staying here and I'm fixing whatever problem he's having with you. He already keeps saying that you're trouble and not wanting me to be your friend or something. I'm not going to put up with it any more." says Kat, quietly enough so Indigo wouldn't hear.
"Alright meine Leibe, but I really think I should at least check on the Zebras before they leave tomorrow. We do not want to get a reputation for mistreating caravans." says Stiletto.
Indigo trots back and forth in his room and groans again.
"We could do that when we leave and are more decent. but for now, let's focus on the problem at hoof." Says Kat, then knocks on the door a few times with her hoof.
"Why can't you just leave me alone?" Indigo shouts, angrily. "You said, you were leaving!"
"I haven’t said a single thing to you tonight yet Indigo." Kat called out.
"Whoa? Kat? This... is not a good time."
Stiletto looks herself over "I am fully dressed Kat. Oh dear he does not sound good."
Kat knocks on the door a few more times "Common Indigo, open up. We need to talk... unless... you know? you don't want to talk or something like that."
"I told you, it is not a good time. And you... you're one of them! I told you to buck off you crazy, perverted mares!" yells Indigo, and the door doesn't open.
Stiletto asks "What is 'perverted' and 'depravity'? I do not know what those words mean."
"Get a bucking dictionary! In Virtue's office! Away from me!"
Kat sighs as she tries to explain. "Well... I don't think those words exist where you came from Stiletto. but let's say, it's a kind of insult used on Ponies who, show their affections more than one can handle." She knocks on the door again "Indigo! those insults were uncalled for!"
"Oh you think so? that's because you have no concept of fidelity! And they are not insults, they are facts! And I told you to leave me alone!"
"Such a rude language. Why are you the ponies of this land so restricted? They called me conservative in my homeland. It is crazy, most of the ponies here walk about showing their cutie marks." Comments Stiletto.
Kat is getting slightly disturbed. "Indigo, you just insulted a stranger and a mare that's your friend. That's also a Fact!"
He kicks his bed again, and groans in pain from hitting a vulnerable part of his leg.
"Fact? Sounds like an opinion to me." Says Stiletto.
"And you insist on bothering me! I did nothing!"
Kat yells back "Yeah! Including being Polite!"
"I'm bucking drunk! Buck polite!" Answers Indigo and gives out another groan.
"I am concerned for everypony in Dawnpick. Lady Virtue has more than enough things to worry about already." Stiletto tries to reason.
"Fine! We'll talk to you later when you're less drunk then. Let's go, mein liebe. We should go check on the caravan - no wait, wouldn't they all be asleep by now?" says Kat.
"I saw one leaving his room. She looked happy." Answers Stiletto.
"Finally." says Indigo, and continues trotting back and forth in his room.
"One leaving his room? maybe he got a good time with somepony tonight? Couldn't be though, he's not that happy about it... Maybe they drugged him with something? Maybe we should investigate mein liebe."
"I tried to ask him about it, but he was evasive and accusing he would not even tell me his name.” Stiletto looks at Indigo's door “Nothing but hurt insults, you rude unfeeling pony."
"I admit, he's not one of the most social ponies. I think I’m one of only a few friends he has here in the town... And when he's drunk, his social skills got even worse!" explains Kat.
"Damn right! I told you repeatedly to leave me alone, and you still didn't!" Another thump.
"I am over here with meine Leibe, rude pony, and I was planing on leaving as soon as she is ready." says Stiletto.
The steps inside Indigo's room stop. "Your... love?! What the hay do you mean by that?"
Kat couldn't help but grin at Indigo's surprise. Oh she's going to like this already.
"Kat is my love, is that a problem?" asks Stiletto.
Indigo opens his door. "What do you mean: your love?" He looks back and forth between them, confused and shocked.
"I mean that I love her, she lifts my heart when we are together." Says Stiletto and nuzzles Kat softly. "I can not imagine not loving her."
Kat smiles and returns Stiletto's nuzzle. "Mm-hum, and she's always been there with me throughout the goods and the bads. Always lifting my heart up... Making my day better than yesterday every time I see her..." she says, sighing dreamily.
Indigo is dumbfounded for a moment, then moans and makes a run for the stairs, not even caring about closing his door. He almost bumps into Kat, but she flies out of the way just in time. Military training has its uses.
Stiletto is slower to react "Is going to be alright? That moan sounded... bad."
Indigo runs out of the dormitory, not even caring if he is being chased. He turns east, then south when he reaches the wall, then east when he reaches the corner.
With Indigo gone, Kat lands and stands there with confused expression.
Stiletto is quicker to snap out of this surprise. "We should go after him. He is not in full control of his faculties and may hurt himself. But first I need to check something." Stiletto enters Indigo’s room, takes a small sip of the wine, and tastes it. With her extensive knowledge of herbalism she determines that it contains ‘Mushroom Dew’, ‘Maiden berries’ and something else. Both these herbs affect mood. She leaves the wine, closes the door behind her and decides to fly after Indigo, and watch him from above. "Come along Kat. I will need your help, unless you are too tired."
Kat stretches and yawns out as she flutters her wings a few times to fly a little higher "Mm.. I’m fine. Alright, let's go!"
Indigo runs randomly around the camp, keeping to the southern and western part, groaning occasionally, and after a while of this darts into the barracks. He uses a light spell, and begins hitting a target dummy with a hammer, all the while kicking and yelling at it.
Stiletto follows Indigo into the barracks "Mister please halt, you need to rest and drink water if you are this inebriated. These training facilities are for the guard and military Mister Indigo. You need to calm down."
Kat sighs at the outraging Indigo "Well meine Liebe, looks like he's throwing an tantrum. At least he's controlled enough to release it on training dummies and not random ponies. I can give him that."
Indigo stops, breathing heavily, and covered with sweat. He looks at the two mares, weapon still in his grip. "I'M NOT THROWING A TANTRUM! You... you monster! You corrupted Kat!" He then looks around the barracks with growing panic. There is only one exit, and Stiletto is standing there. He picks up a shield in his mouth, and glares.
Stiletto looks down at the scared little pony before her "Calm yourself before you say anything else. These activities will be reported to Lady Virtue."
Kat flies in nearby as well. "Corrupted? You must have had a big tantrum or very drunk to think of that Indigo. You know I’m always up for changes if I like them. I wouldn't cross the goddess-damn ocean if I wanted everything to keep being oppressed and strictly freedom-less and getting treated like an object." She huffs out. Not very pleased.
Indigo backs away into a corner, still with shield and a hammer, breathing heavily. He speaks with breaking voice "I... I told you to leave me alone!"
"You're out here, in the dark, holding a shield and a hammer. It is our duty to make sure that no harm comes to you and that you won’t do harm to anypony." says Kat.
Stiletto takes one step forward "Put the weapon and shield down, they are unnecessary. I can not allow you to hurt anypony."
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Partisan is close to the barracks. He hears some yelling inside. He isn't sure what it is all about, but it sounds like a major argument, so he comes to investigate. He is just a few feet away from the door. He pauses for a second and listens, barely a clatter of weaponry, which means that no fighting had started yet, if at all. As soon as Stiletto speaks, he races toward the entrance and waits.
Indigo becomes enraged one last time, for the +4 bonus, and charges at Stiletto. This would give him weapon and dodge skills around 5, but against a more skilled, bigger munchkin, who likes strangling bandits with telekinesis, he is almost sure to fail.
Stiletto reaches out with her magic and locks Indigo to the ground while shaking her head "You are not going anywhere."
Indigo is kicking and screaming, and trying to get free, but fails. At some point he looses his shield, an in less than a minute his breath as well. He stops wiggling, and collapses to the ground, breathing heavily. He is defeated and exhausted.
Partisan watches the fight occur from the door. "Hold on here!" he says, concerned that two military personnel are surrounding a restrained civilian. "What is going on here?"
Kat was just about to draw her crossbow from it's hiding place under her wing, but seeing Stiletto having everything under control, she closes her wings down again, giving Partisan a Salute when he walks in. "A pony gone drunk and threw a tantrum sir."
The pony in question just lies on his side, with his eyes closed, grasping for air, and says nothing.
Stiletto salutes while maintaining a solid grip on Indigo "Guard captain."
"Drunk is fine. But we cant have any tantrums. Can’t afford them at all. I want to hear this from Indigo. What is the problem?" asks Partisan, looking at Indigo.
"I think he needs help, he has been spouting nonsense this whole time." says Stiletto.
"Hold on. Let him speak. If he has a reason, then it can be reasoned out, if not. . . " Partisan says as he steps closer to the old buck lying on the floor.
"He seems to have been drunk on some sort of a... I don't know. Stiletto says, she saw a zebra walking out of his room. I suspect he might be drugged or something, he's not acting like himself." explains Kat.
Indigo is just lying there exhausted, still breathing heavily, and curls up slightly. He says nothing.
"I see." Partisan replies as he walks closer. "For now, lets take him to his room. I am sure he can do less damage there than in here. Heaven forbid that he gets away and takes one of the many weapons here. Or gets in a lucky strike." Partisan takes a couple of seconds to look at Indigo's face, trying to judge weather or not he would actually be that dangerous.
Indigo's eyes are closed, there is some foam on his mouth, and he just rests and breathes.
"Never seen my friend like this Captain, something must've snapped him off." says Kat.
Indigo groans weakly, covers his head with forehooves, and keeps breathing deeply.
"Can I trust your judgement Kat?” asks Partisan “I mean, he looks stressed, but also unhappy, angry even. That could be the worst combination. I have seen someone like this take down several Diamond Dogs and his fellows."
"Captain, let me make a quick full-on report about it to you here then. From what I understand, he had quite a talk with Stiletto, well, much more like him insulting her and not liking her in general and Stiletto didn't like it much. I came out from my room, awoken from the noise to see what's up. Apparently somepony was with him in his room. He didn't want us to bother him, but we were simply worried. Then Stiletto mentioned something about me being her love, Indigo here seemed to be severely surprised, and when we tried explaining, he ran here and started hammering away at the dummies. So There you have it Captain. I recall his exact term is calling us 'perverted' and 'depravity' mares."
"Indigo, is it possible that this is a misunderstanding? Stilleto does speak. . . . Highpony. I never really understand what she means by her words, even though I know a bit myself." inquires Partisan.
"Don't believe their lies." Indigo says weakly. He still breathes heavily, and curls into a ball "Why can't they just leave me alone?" he asks, opens his eyes, and starts shaking.
"Captain, he doesn't look so good.. maybe we can save the interrogation for later." Kat suggests.
"I. . . ." Partisan pauses looking at him again. They were right. He doesn't look well. "Yes. We can talk about it later. Maybe with Virtue to help." With that he nods at Stilleto and tels her to take him to his room.
Indigo's breathing slowly stabilizes, but his heart is still beating loudly. "Don't leave me with her alone. Please." Indigo looks like he is about to cry.
"We will all go with you then." answers Partisan. They all go to Indigo's room, with Stiletto carrying him in her telekinetic grip. Indigo is limp like a kitten the whole trip.
When they make it to Indigo's room, and he is released, he crawls under his own bed. His breathing and heart rate stabilized somewhat, but he is still barely able to crawl.
The room itself is the same size as all the other rooms, which is quite big for a lone buck. It is tidy and lit by two lamps, one under the ceiling, another one on the table. There is some leftover food on the table, and the sheets on the bed are ruffled. There is also a bottle of wine in a corner. This looks like a romantic dinner gone wrong. Partisan looks around the place for the first time, and his eyes rest on the bottle of wine and food. "Oh. I see. Kat. Stiletto. We should give him a moment in his room alone. We need to talk anyway." he said as he motioned his nose to the door.
"Aye sir." Kat nods and gives her commanding officer a quick salute before leaving the room. The Alicorn takes one last look at the rude pony hiding under a bed, and follows.
Partisan closes the door from outside. Like most of the rooms, Indigo’s bedroom has only one way in and out, so they will need to guard only one door. Unfortunately, due to procedures he set up in the first place, someone has to do it. "Ladies, I think you should be relieved of duties for the night. Also, I think I should mention this: that dinner on the table was meant for two, not one. Anyway, I will stand watch here. You two have much to talk about."
Kat gives Partisan a straight salute with a hoof. "Yes sir. if you don't mind, I will be returning to my sleep... I was kind of awoken up from the noise. an Extra hour before guard duty on the morning would be... much appreciated sir. but it's okay if I wouldn't get the extra hour. I’ll manage."
Partisan guards the door to Indigo’s room. He occasionally walks up and down the corridor a bit to stretch his legs. He listens through the door from time to time. There are a few moans, but not much else. After a long while the light under Indigo's door goes dark, and for the rest of the night and the whole morning there is peace and quiet. In the afternoon Partisan is relieved by Jaxler, and nothing interesting happens for a while.
After a while Indigo gets out from under the bed, locks his door, and drinks all the juice that was left. He then lies on his bed, listening to the noises from outside, but can't fall asleep despite exhaustion. He is also still horny. He wants to go to the hospital to get some milk of the poppy to help him sleep, but seems to be under house arrest of sorts. He just undresses, lies on his bed, puts out the lamps, and after a few hours lulls himself to sleep shortly after dawn. He dreams of a female striped Alicorn making advances on him, while he refuses. He wakes up in late afternoon. His sheet is wet, and that is not the smell of piss. He is thirsty, hungry and still tired. He decides to relieve himself first, then clean himself and his sheet, then drink and eat, and only after that deal with the events of last night... or better yet, go back to sleep. The zebras are long gone by now, which suits him just fine. He couldn't take her laughing at him again. How could she do this to him? He almost thought of her as a friend. Everything she ever said to him, all her lessons were a prelude to her trying to use him? He decides it is better not to think about it now and focus at refreshing himself.
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Joke:
Flux and Indigo spend some time in prison for civil disturbance.
Flux: So what are you in here for?
Indigo: I got pissed, because I'm surrounded by sluts, and Stiletto is the worst of them. You?
Flux: Why, somepony called Stiletto a whore, and I had to teach him a lesson!
Indigo: I knew it! That monster is behind every problem in Dawnpick!
Post by: Maklak on March 19, 2012, 09:59:15 am
Stiletto had taken a sample from the bottle of wine and used her extensive knowledge of herbalism to determine what was added to it. After finding both ‘Mushroom Dew’ and ‘Maiden berries’ in the mix, she felt the need to talk the Zebra merchants. She approaches the trade depot and hails them. “Hello, may I talk to you. I have some questions.”
It is two hours before dawn on the day of the caravan’s departure. The zebras are awake, and packing. One of the guards comes to Stiletto, and says. “Sorry, pony. We leave soon. No more trading. You should come to us sooner.”
Stiletto salutes the Guard “I am not here to trade, I am sorry to say. I have some questions about a beverage that I believe came from here.”
The guard looks at the big pony, nods, and walks towards one of the wagons. Some of the other guards are looking at Stiletto, but keep working. After a short while the guard returns with a female zebra, who Stiletto recognizes from earlier tonight. The zebra looks at Stiletto with a smile. “Ah, ponies. Always coming to me for answers. I’m Sekashi, and I sell most of our herbal remedies. What beverage do you want to ask me about?”
Stiletto nods “I am Stiletto TrustedGood. Do you know a pony by the name of Indigo? I found a very strange concoction in his room. He informed me it was a gift from yourself, I believe. Did you know it contains plants that promote birth cycles in both genders of pony?”
Sekashi’s smile shrinks. “Ah, you mean the lover's wine. Yes, I made it and brought it to a dinner with him. You are incorrect about birth cycles. It does nothing for pregnancy chance, it is only a mild stimulant and aphrodisiac. In fact I drank my moon tea to prevent pregnancy. I explained this much to him. Why, what did the silly pony do? Did he drank it all himself after I left, and went on a rampage looking for a mare?”
Stiletto put her hoof to her chin “Something like that. I think he may not like mares though. Do Zebras’ make much of this Lovers wine? I am asking because there have been some difficulties lately.”
Not like mares? I wouldn’t think so. “Depends on the demand. We usually sell it to married couples who want to rekindle their relationship. There were very few complains so far. What kind of difficulties do you mean? And what did Indigo do to cause trouble?” asks Sekashi.
“I believe this wine may have been used on a mare without her knowledge, never mind her expressed consent. If Indigo’s actions are any indication, it causes a temporary leave of cognitive senses.”
Sekashi waits for the pony guard to finish. After a while when none of them says anything, she responds. “We sold three bottles during our stay here, all of them to married couples who came together and asked. We are rather responsible about not giving it to young males in general, as that can cause some problems. As for troublesome behaviour that is caused by the alcohol, not the herbs. Maybe I should experiment with making tea instead, some ponies have low tolerance for alcohol. And you still didn’t tell me, what that silly pony did.”
Stiletto scrapes the ground with her hoof “I do not want to gossip. If you must know though, he insulted me and my Liebe and then caused a ruckus in the barracks. It was dealt with by the guard, with little interference from myself. I am more concerned that some of this wine was used to seduce a friend of mine.”
Sekashi explains calmly “Well, it is a stimulant and an aphrodisiac. If he drank it all at once after I left, he would be horny, and unable to sleep. He has a very restricted opinion on what is proper sexual conduct, so I see how that could be stressing for him. As for your friend, I do not know. I told you about all the bottles we sold here this year...”
Stiletto lets out a long sigh “Perhaps I am not being direct enough. Did a Zebra male take some of this wine and use it on a Pegasus mare by the name of Ocean Breeze? This would have been two years ago at least.”
“Well... that is possible. The recipe is common knowledge among alchemists. I was here with every caravan before, but cannot tell you if this wine was used or not. Ponies questioning me about Friesden couldn't tell me anything about her father. One of the caravan guards maybe? I visit here regularly, but others come and go. If the mother can’t point out the one who did this, I cannot tell you, if the wine was used, or not.” Sekashi shrugs, then adds “There are also more dangerous mixtures. Some can make a pony unconscious in minutes, or very gullible, or cause hallucinations or strong emotions. There are even some recipes for so called love potions. The lover’s wine is very mild compared to all that. We normally don't sell anything stronger, but there are some alchemists who would sell any potion to any zebra. There is no telling what brew could have been used three years ago, and by whom.”
Stiletto looks thoughtful “This is unfortunate. I was hoping to gain more insight into this matter. Now about Indigo. Did you leave him... wanting?”
“Seeing as the fool threw me out of his room, I did. Well, maybe it was inconsiderate of me to leave him the rest of that wine. But I’m afraid my crime was infinitely worse.” Sekashi says with a solemn expression, as she looks at Stiletto. “I laughed at his foolishness. I suppose it was too much to hope that he would laugh as well.” she bursts into laughter. “What better way to point out a his foolishness to a fool, if not by laughing at him?”
Stiletto rubs the side of her head “Well he is an ignorant foal as far, as he has presented himself to me.” then she laughs as well “Oh I should not be gossiping. I hardly know him, though that is his fault for judging me without thought.”
“I often talked with him, but mainly about his work. At least tell me, if he is alright, and if he didn’t hurt anypony. Despite everything I’m rather fond of that silly pony.” Asks Sekashi.
Stiletto looks intrigued “How fond?”
Sekashi cocks her head. “Why, fond enough to teach him some lessons about life, and offer to spend a night with him. Why didn’t you answer my question? Did he hurt himself, or just embarrass himself?”
Stiletto raises an eyebrow “I told you, he caused a ruckus after insulting myself and meine Leibe. He was detained by the guard. Nopony was hurt.”
“Well then, he will sleep it off, and deal with the consequences later.” Sekashi laughs. “Do you have any more questions about the lover’s wine?”
Stiletto shakes her head “There is no need for such a wine in my home land. I think Indigo still had the bottle when I left him to the guard. Should it be confiscated?”
“No need? It can and sometimes is misused, but many elderly couples would disagree with you. As for confiscating it, he seems responsible in his own way, and I doubt he will try and use it to seduce a mare, or do anything foalish like that, but I was wrong about him before, and this thing is not for me to decide.”
Stiletto smiles “There is no need for such things when you understand love. I will inform the guard to keep him under watch.”
Sekashi smiles at that. “It is easier to learn alchemy, let alone drink a brew, than to understand love.”
Stiletto scratches her chin “Not where I am from.”
Sekashi looks the big pony in the eyes. “Is that so? You look sad. Unloved, perhaps? I’ve seen a lot of ponies around here are afraid of you.”
Stiletto looks very confused “They used to be. Lady Virtue has done much to alleviate their ignorance.”
Sekashi raises her brow “Ignorance about what?”
Stiletto points a hoof at herself
“Well, I see you care about this town, and the ponies. They don’t show you enough gratitude for it, is this what you are trying to tell me? Or is it that they don’t truly understand who and what you are, and how you feel?” asks Sekashi.
Stiletto considers a moment “The latter most of the time. It difficult for me as I have had to learn this rude language. I could hardly communicate at all when I first arrived.” ‘und ich war zu spät, dann’
Sekashi nods. “Ah, you are a stranger in a strange land. Leaning the language is necessary, and the language of ponies doesn’t sound rude, to me at least. What is equally important, you must learn to understand them, and their customs. You can explain how you think and feel to your friends, but not a whole settlement. It is their place, and it is you who must be careful and elastic. Otherwise you may unintentionally aggravate them. I’ve learned this much as a trader.”
Stiletto yawns “Oh excuse me. I missed my morning nap with meine Leibe. I have made myself quite familiar with their culture. They can ask anything from me about mine. If they are angered by my actions, they should just come to me and talk. Meine freundlichsten Liebe has been helping me learn the language.”
Sekashi smiles again. “Alright then, we still have some packing up to do. And since you have no further questions and are tired, let us say our goodbyes” she bows.
Stiletto bows and takes off her hat “Thank you for all your time, and good luck in all future endeavors.” She turns to leave.
Sekashi watches her leaving. what a strange pony. As for that old fool, the lesson didn't go quite as planned. She sighs, and returns to the packing. The caravan is leaving soon.
Stiletto returned to Kats’ apartment. She had not gotten the information she had wanted, but the trip was none the less informative. For now she needed her rest, there would be more work soon.
Next day events (http://www.bay12forums.com/smf/index.php?topic=96608.msg3126248#msg3126248)
((Yay! It took forever, but I'm finally done with this. There is going to be a few follow up scenes with Jaxler, Virtue, and Kat and maybe Stiletto. I think.))
((Fun fact: Sekashi was supposed to be an episodic character for Indigo's dairy. Her picture was part joke, part GIMP exercise. Now she has about as many scenes as Indigo, and I have to roleplay her much more often than I intended. It appears, that I managed to... troll myself.))
Post by: Khenal on March 19, 2012, 03:59:19 pm
Jaxler was making his way to the jail. He had a lot to think about after Granite told him that he was a kleptomaniac. Jaxler knew that he couldn't handle this on his own so he was going to talk to a pony who could help. As he made his way down to the dark jail room he saw him. There Flux was, but to Jaxler's surprise there two others in the room.
Stiletto perks up when she notices the new visitor. "Hello Jaxler, I thought Kat was our guard."
Flux looks up from lounging by Stiletto as best the cell will allow. "Hmm? Oh, um, heya Jaxler."
Kat steps down the stairs with a tray of food that she was sent to fetch for the three of them and almost bumps into Jaxler, but manages to stops herself first. "Oh! hey there Jaxler. Whatcha doing down here?"
"Hello Kat and... Stiletto. Yes, Kat is your guard but that's not why I'm here. I need to talk to Flux in private about the safety of one of our citizens."
Flux cocks his head to the side, confused. "Me? Uh, what?"
Stiletto eyes the food, her hunger growing. "Oh, well I really can not leave here yet."
Kat tilts her head slightly at that. "The safety of one of our citizens? With Flux?"
Jaxler nods. "The problem is currently a personal mater and the guard hasn't been informed of it yet, mainly because the parties involved wish to stay anonymous at this time."
Flux still looks confused, but goes along with it. "Um... ok?" He looks to the two mares. "Um, Stiletto? Kat? Can Jaxler and I, uh, have some privacy?"
Kat sets the tray down on the table nearby for now. "well.. I could, but what about Stiletto?"
Flux glances at Kat's wings and the keys underneath. "Uh... the keys? I, um, don't think it'll take long?"
Stiletto looks reluctant to leave Flux's side. "For you my kindest love." She then looks to Kat. "I can show you how I cook."
Flux nuzzles Stiletto to try to reassure her that it'll be alright.
Kat smiles and nods, opening one of her wings to take the ring of keys from it's place, unlocking the cell door and opening it for Stiletto to come out. "I still have no idea how you're going to cook this."
Jaxler watches the two leave the room but doesn't say a thing until both of them are gone. "Flux, are you still Granite's master?"
"Um... maybe? I don't know if, uh, being arrested stops that. Um, why?"
"Well, *sigh* Granite stole my crossbow recently and after I caught him he told me that he has kleptomania. Seeing how you have some influence on him, I thought that you could help me try to help him with it."
Flux looks concerned, but not too shocked. "I...I'll try. I, um, don't know how much he'll listen to me, but I'll do what I can."
"Also, I think that you might want to talk to him about his drinking problem."
"I've, um, talked to him a bit about it, but he... still shows up to the furnace drunk sometimes."
"I'm sorry, I'd talk to him about his drinking problems, but I'm not really one to give advice when it comes to drinking."
Flux opens his mouth like he wants to ask something, but decides against it. He instead gives a small nod and apologetic smile.
"Also, the foal has some self-esteem problems and thinks that everyone hates him."
Flux sighs, knowing self-esteem problems first hoof. "I think I can help him with that, at least."
"Good, 'cause I really can't do crap about any of those things, but I really need to get the kleptomania in check before he gets arrested."
"Um, I think he might be doing it because of his self-esteem issues."
"Cool, but I need to find a fast way to help him handle his kleptomania. So, do you have any ideas as to how I can take care of this quickly?"
"Um, I don't know if this can be fixed quickly, but..." Flux sits down, considering for a few moments. "Um, I have a bag of bits under my, uh, mattress in my room. Would you... take some and buy an instrument? He needs something to focus his energy on. I, um, think an instrument might be just the thing."
"Sure, but before I go, you need to promise me that you won't tell anyone about this, not even Stiletto. I wasn't even supposed to tell you about this."
Flux solemnly swears, complete with the motions. "Cross my heart, hope to fly, stick a cupcake in my eye."
Jaxler nods, relieved. "Good, then I guess it's probably about time I leave."
"Um... ok then, Jaxler. Thanks for, um, visiting."
Jaxler got up to make his way to the stairs but stops at the first step. "Oh, I almost forgot. Can you please stop using that piccolo?"
Flux looks down, having forgotten about his other crime. "Um... ok..."
Jaxler then makes his way up the steps. "See ya later Flux"
Flux keeps his eyes in the floor. "Um, ya... see you later, Jaxler..."
Post by: Omicega on March 19, 2012, 04:30:07 pm
Post by: KingStrongbeard on March 19, 2012, 04:40:24 pm
It had been several days since Glaive fight with Flux, but Falcata would not let him forget about, try as he might. Eventually, he decided that if trying to talk to Flux would make Falcata happy, he would try.
"Okay Falcata, okay, I'll go, but I don't think this will end like you think it will."
Glaive stands up and grabs his axe (he didn't go anywhere without it anymore), and put his steel boots on three of his legs, the forth wouldn't fit over the cast. Glaive and Falcata then begin to head to the keep. They begin to walk down the stairs to the prison cell, Glaive stops before reaching the bottom, not yet having line of site on the cell or it's prisoner.
"Flux, are you there? (Stupid question he thinks to himself just as the words leave his mouth) It is Glaive, and Falcata, I... can we talk?" he calls down
Post by: TALLPANZER on March 19, 2012, 04:53:30 pm
Stiletto had Flux safely nestled under her wing when she heard Glaive call out. She nudged him ever so gently and whispered
"What do I do? Glaive is coming, the last time we spoke he pulled a weapon on me. Should I call out and let him know I am here or just try to ignore him?"
She wanted to stay with here kindest love and comfort him, especially at a time like this, when a jealous military pony with an irrational mind was coming to "Speak" with him.
Post by: vkiNm on March 19, 2012, 04:58:27 pm
Kat perks her ears up from hearing the call, she'd recognize that voice anywhere. Quickly getting onto her hooves she takes a few steps away from the cell's door, afterall, as much as she cares about the two ponies inside it, she wouldn't want other ponies to think wrong about it. "oh dear.." she squeaked quietly.
Post by: Khenal on March 19, 2012, 05:03:39 pm
'Uh-oh. Ok, um, think think think... uh... Stiletto first!'
I nervously look into Stiletto's eyes, hoping what I'm about to say wont upset her.
"Um... maybe you should leave the cell for now? I, uh, really would like to talk to him."
Post by: TALLPANZER on March 19, 2012, 05:23:00 pm
Stiletto looked to the cell door, then the stairs, and finally back at Flux
"I can not get out without going past him, and I want to be here for you. I also do not trust him to not try and take vengeance on you. I could hide, but that would just cause more questions. No I think it is best we face this now. Kat, call him down."
Post by: vkiNm on March 19, 2012, 05:25:04 pm
The pegasi mare nodded at that, taking a few steps closer to the stairs just to be sure she could be heard.
"The Prisoners are here, You can come down." she called out. cringing slightly to call them 'Prisoners'.
Post by: KingStrongbeard on March 19, 2012, 05:56:35 pm
'Oh gods, was that Kat's voice? She's one of Stiletto's...friends, isn't she, this just got worse. Wait did she say, prisoners? We have more than just Flux locked up?'
Glaive moves down the stairs nods to Kat and looks toward the cell. He sees Flux and Stiletto curled up on the floor. He really didn't want to talk to her, especially with how she acted the last time they spoke, he looks to Flux hoping for a way out of this, "Is now a bad time? Should I come back later?"
Post by: Khenal on March 19, 2012, 06:01:45 pm
I reluctantly stand and leave Stiletto's side, walking to the bars of the cell.
"Um... I'm not really... going anywhere?"
I wince as my attempted joke flies like a rock.
"I'd, um... really like to talk, if that's... alright?"
Post by: Omicega on March 19, 2012, 06:13:44 pm
Post by: KingStrongbeard on March 19, 2012, 06:22:06 pm
'Why is Stiletto locked up? Is she just visiting Flux, or is it for her behavior at the hospital? She certainly deserved to be locked up, but I'm surprised that Virtue would do it.'
Glaive hesitates a bit before moving right up to the cell door. "Yes Flux, talking is why I am here. Talking, not fighting, not shouting, just talk." Glaive looks to Stiletto and then back to Flux, "But, I'd rather not talk about this in front of her."
Post by: TALLPANZER on March 19, 2012, 06:45:50 pm
"Why not? He will tell me later in any event. There are no falsehoods between us."
Stiletto stands and walks with deliberately nonthreatening movements to Flux's side
"There is also no need to be nervous about my presence here." She bows here head "I am very sorry that I lost my temper with you earlier and scared you. That is why I am here, but also I am here to support meine freundlichsten Liebe."
She raises her head and nods once
Post by: KingStrongbeard on March 19, 2012, 06:58:14 pm
'Scared me! Does she think I'm some foal. No Glaive, you don't need to get in another fight. Just ignore the B^!@% and focus on talking to Flux. She's just trying to provoke you.'
Glaive sighs, "Very well Stiletto. Stay if you must." Glaive looks at Flux, thinking very hard about what to say.
'I don't know what Falcata wants me to tell him, and I'm not going to take back my words about Stiletto from before she knows that, I guess I'll make it up as I go.'
"Flux, I don't apologize for what I said, but that doesn't excuse the way I said it. I apologize for provoking you. I'm sorry."
Post by: Omicega on March 19, 2012, 07:34:48 pm
Post by: vkiNm on March 19, 2012, 07:47:57 pm
Kat Watched. but stepping away from the group to give some breathing ground and towards her little table with a bottle of drink on it.
'well.. looks like they decide to sit down and talk about things.. oh i hope they'll work something out.' she thought hopefully, sitting there at her table ears up at attention. pulling her wings closer to herself to feel the things she kept in there to reassure herself. 'hopefully..'
Post by: Khenal on March 20, 2012, 12:06:57 am
I glare at Glaive for a moment, then shake my head to try to clear my rising anger.
'He's entitled to his opinion, no matter how wrong it is.'
I look back to Glaive after taking a few calming breaths.
"...Alright. Um, I'm sorry for, uh, breaking your leg..."
Post by: KingStrongbeard on March 20, 2012, 01:32:18 am
'What does a pony say to that?' Glaive is quiet for just long enough for it to feel awkward, before he speaks again.
"Its...Its okay Flux. I understand. If you had said the things I had said about Stiletto, about Falcata, I probably would have done at least the same. I think I can forgive you."
The words tasted a half-lie to Glaive. Truth was he still felt like he was in the right with everything he had said, and he hadn't fully forgiven Flux for initiating the violence, but he knew that accepting his apology was the right thing to do, and if he was going to keep the moral high ground, he couldn't turn this into a personal grudge, as much as he might like too.
Post by: Khenal on March 20, 2012, 01:56:15 am
'Well... thinking he can forgive me is better than I feel about me, so...'
I reach my right hoof through the bars to offer a shake, then sheepishly change to my left. After all, he probably isn't capable of shaking with his broken leg...
"Um... peace?"
Post by: KingStrongbeard on March 20, 2012, 02:19:49 am
Glaive watches as Flux hastily changed hooves, slightly amused by his actions. Glaive reaches out to shake Flux's hoof and says, "Peace."
Post by: Omicega on March 20, 2012, 03:00:47 am
Post by: Khenal on March 20, 2012, 04:36:18 am
(http://dl.dropbox.com/u/41621737/GlaiveAvatarDorfbeard.jpg)(http://i1135.photobucket.com/albums/m638/bradshja/FalcataAvatar.jpg)(http://i198.photobucket.com/albums/aa176/Kryptid/VirtueAvatar.jpg)
After his talk with Flux, Glaive walks back up the stairs. He pauses for a moment outside Virtue's office. He thinks to himself for a moment, but before Falcata can ask him why he stopped, he turns and knocks on Virtue's office door.
Virtue looks over from the cabinet of books she was fussing over and says: "Come in."
Glaive reaches out a hoof and opens the door. It creaks a bit as he pushes it aside as he walks in. "Miss Virtue, It's Glaive. I'd like to speak with you, if you have a moment. It is about your prisoners."
Virtue feels a knot form in her stomach at the statement. "Alright, what's on your mind?" she says, moving back to her desk and motioning for him to take a seat across from her.
Falcata hovers uncertainly at the door, both worried and curious as to what Glaive is up to.
Glaive takes his seat across from Virtue. "Uh, well, first I'd like to ask you a question. How much time is left on Flux's sentence?"
Virtue frowns slightly and does some math in her head. "Let's see... fifty-eight days, I think..."
Glaive frowns as well. "I see, uh, since I was the wronged party, could I request that he be let out sooner than that? I... I just talked to him, and I don't think you need to worry about us getting into another fight. And I did provoke him a bit. I don't think the full two months is required."
"Oh... I, um, yes... you can do that." Virtue looks a bit surprised, but her expression quickly changes to relief. "Th-the law says that he gets two months for assaulting somepony of your station... although the offended can increase or decrease that sentence to a degree if desired... What did you have in mind?"
Falcata wordlessly moves forwards to place a hoof on Glaive in a gesture of affection, smiling in joyful disbelief. Glaive was full of surprises today, none of them bad ones either.
Glaive thinks as he looks out the window and sees the sun still high in the sky. He turns back to Virtue. "Let him stay here tonight. Give him time to think over our talk, but let him out in the morning in time for him to get back to work. Dawnpick needs it's smelters running."
Virtue perks up and a small smile forms on her face. "Oh... that's... that's very generous of you! Alright, I'll do that." In truth, once the charges had been filed she shouldn't be able to reduce them to less than two weeks, but for this she'd make origami out of the rulebook.
Falcata beams at her love. "Glaive, I- I'm so proud of you. You-" Unable to articulate her delight and pride fully, Falcata just hugs the bearded unicorn instead, letting the gesture convey her feelings better than any words ever could.
Virtue feels her smile form into a small grin at the gesture.
Glaive, deep down, wasn't sure that this was the right thing to do, but Falcata's hug and show of support strengthened his resolve. "Thank you Falcata." Glaive turns to Virtue, "Thank you for this Baroness. I'm sorry that our disagreements have caused you this much work, but it should be over, for now." The ponies bid their farewells and Glaive and Falcata leave.
Post by: Telgin on March 20, 2012, 11:25:46 pm
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Virtue's Diary - 23rd Sandstone, 257
Glaze gave birth early this morning to a little unicorn filly the family named Tangerine. She was quite orange, so it seemed like an appropriate name to me. Glaze has been working hard with the masons to make blocks lately, so I gave her some time off to bond with her new little filly.
16th Moonstone, 257
There were two more little foals brought into the world today. The first was Hickory's little unicorn colt, who the family named Alpine. Loom gave birth a few hours later to an earth pony colt named Cypress. Panacea and Wool were pretty bushed after helping with both births, but I can say from experience they weren't as tired as the mothers.
Anyway, I spent some time going through our stocks today and noticed we've got a few things we could shape up a bit on. We've got a lot of bones lying around from one source or another, so I asked Totem to start making some bolts from the bones. That should save some wood and metal and give Longshot something to use. Seems efficient to me to be using the bones of things he brings back to eat.
We also have found a few veins of gold underground, and the miners brought up some nuggets to smelt. I'm not sure what to do with them yet, but we'll figure something out. For now though, I've asked the masons to start building a second warehouse next to the first to start storing some more of our stocks. We might need a third, but we'll cross that bridge when we get there.
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24th Moonstone, 257
We had another birth today, this time to Detergent. Her family is getting quite large! The family named the little pegasus filly Summer, which is a pretty name I think. I've been thinking for a while now that we might need to build some larger homes for the large families like hers and Naginata's, but I'm not sure if or when we'll get to it.
12th Opal, 257
Today was a bit interesting. Things started out with me directing the masons in setting up some fortifications on the keep's roof, where they could fire at any invaders that got inside the walls, should it come to that. While overseeing that, I noticed Carmine heading for one of the craftspony shops with the distinct look of a pony possessed on his face. I went by to check on him, and sure enough, he was busy fetching things to build something mysterious.
Hopefully we'll find out what soon enough.
26th Opal, 257
Carmine finished the cabinet he was working on today, which was absolutely beautiful. I'll have somepony help him move it to his room as soon as possible. I hope he enjoys it, I know I'd like to have a cabinet like that!
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Oh, I also remembered that I went to Panacea this morning to check up on a suspicion I had... which she confirmed! I'm pregnant again with our third foal!
I'm excited and nervous at the same time. I'm happy to have another child, but I'm pretty busy as it is and I fear I don't spend enough time with Rose and Valor as it is. I suppose the new baby will be coming one way or another, so I'll have to plan accordingly!
11th Obsidian, 257
After discussing some of our options with the militia captains and Flux and Stiletto, I decided we should line the monster trap with some remotely triggerable spears. This way if something dangerous shows up down there that they can't get close enough to shoot safely with their crossbows, we can still deal with the problem.
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I set up a lever way out of sight, so if a deadly duster or such gets caught in the trap we can spear it dead without risking anypony getting caught in dust.
I also picked out a spot for the stable for Glyph to watch over the foals of Dawnpick. It seems to me that the easiest and most reasonable place to put it is next to the warehouses, which I'll have the masons start on as soon as they can. It won't be too large, but a few of the families here have expressed interest in the stable, so I hope it's big enough.
18th Obsidian, 257
We had a few caravans arrive today, including the liaison from Coupledye. Today was the day we had to show that we're willing to do the duties we were given and produce steel. To that end, we sent about fifty thousand bits worth of steel bars, weapons and armor headed back to Coupledye, which surprised the traders I must admit. I think they were impressed with the quality of the goods, but if I'm honest we kept the very best of it for our militia, who all got some nice upgrades on their gear.
Between home and the rainbow ponies that showed up, we got a lot of leather, cloth, and thread, which we've been very short on lately. We also picked up a bit of cheese, a pig, three lemon trees, a few wooden chests, some bags (something else we can never get enough of), a few cages for the animals and some sweet pod seeds.
All in all, it was kind of exciting to perform such a large transaction, and to send so much back to Coupledye. I'll prove to them that they chose the right ponies for the job here!
22nd Obsidian, 257
As is usually the case when the traders arrive, we had some badger pony thieves show up too. The fight was fairly intense from what the captains tell me, but based on what I heard Glaive was personally responsible for felling two of the monsters. Falcata took out a third, and Stiletto finished the last by taking his head from his neck and dumping it into the moat.
I'll have to remember to not wander near the bridge any time soon, and to tell everypony to not drink the water straight from the moat. That probably wouldn't be healthy.
Stiletto took a stab to her wing during the fight, but it was so minor Panacea told her that there was nothing to really do for it but clean the wound. She'll be perfectly fine, which is always great to hear. I'm glad nopony has been hurt in quite a while. That always tears me up inside when it happens.
18th Slate, 258
Today was just awful. The only good news I have is that we've started setting up crenelations on the walls for shooting at enemies should we ever need them.
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We also finished constructing Glyph's stables today. They aren't much to look at, but it should be enough room for him to look after any children whose parents are too busy.
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I didn't really know what to do, so I just built a little building with some tables chairs and windows. It'll suffice I suppose.
Which brings me to the horrible thing that happened today. I don't know all of the details, and I don't think I want to know them, but somehow, at some point, Ocean Breeze cheated on Carmine with one of the zebra merchants that trade with us on occasion. Friesden, or Dizzy as her parents sometimes called her, isn't Carmine's foal and is half zebra.
That's bad enough, but of course I'm only finding out about this because he found out. In the aftermath, he's abandoned the poor thing and left her to her fate. Ocean Breeze was all but inconsolable, but he wouldn't let the filly back in their house.
I'm an absolute wreck over this. Knowing that the child can't be with her family right now... knowing that both Carmine and Ocean Breeze have done awful things... I just don't know what to do.
The only vague light in all of this is that Glyph took her in for now and will care for her until we can decide what to do.
I can't think about this right now. I need my family now... to be reassured that something this horrible will never happen to us.
21st Slate, 258
My little earth pony colt was born today! I'm pretty exhausted, which I knew I would be after having two children already, but the moment I laid eyes on him any nervousness I had about a third child disappeared. It took Harvest Moon and I a little while to decide what to name him, but of the names we'd picked out, we settled on Rampart. He's a strong little colt, and I can't help but wonder what life will hold for him?
I also heard that the plans I'd sent to the masons for a second floor of our furniture warehouse are being put to use. I hope with a second floor we'll have enough room to store everything now, but I won't be able to go check up on it today!
8th Felsite, 258
Today has been a long time coming! For years, little Rondel has told everypony that he wanted to be like his mom and join the militia, and today he is officially a stallion. The family had a small party to commemorate the event, and afterward Naginata took her son to get him equipped for his first day starting tomorrow.
She asked for him to be placed under Halberd, which surprised me at first but she explained in quick order. This way she wouldn't ever be in the place to choose between her mission and her son. I think I understand, but the entire arrangement would worry me to no end.
I don't think I've ever seen Naginata drink before today, but she and Marbles had a fair bit after she got Rondel's gear picked out.
I hope the best for their entire family, I really do. I count our blessings every time she comes back from a fight, and now I have to worry about her son too.
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Hard to tell, but the red pony standing next to the blue militia pony is Rondel next to mommy. He'll do her proud.
12 Felsite, 258
I never thought I'd see the day. I had to lock somepony up today for breaking a rather serious law, and that pony was Flux. Timid, kind flux. Apparently Glaive got into an argument with him over Stiletto's morals, and after a few insults were thrown, he broke Glaive's leg. I don't believe any of it, but it's true.
There was nothing I could do but lock him up for the next two months. I feel awful about the whole situation. Just knowing animosity like that sits just beneath the surface, I worry what might be next. I don't understand why Glaive would think so badly of Stiletto, but if it was bad enough for Flux to want to fight him I probably don't want to know.
I'll go see Flux next morning and see how he's doing. I really hope we can get this behind us quickly.
14th Felsite, 258
I was surprised to have Glaive come by today and ask for Flux's sentence to be lessened. I'm extremely happy to know that they've mostly settled their differences, and that we really can get this behind us. It also means Stiletto can go free and get back to work, which was an arrangement I was never really pleased with. She's done nothing wrong, but insisted on staying with Flux.
At least it's over now. I'm going to go give them the good news right now, and they'll be free to go in the morning!
21st Felsite, 258
I knew it had to happen soon, but Panacea finally gave birth today. She and Saw Dust were both very excited to have a foal of their own, but nature had a bit of a surprise for the couple. They got two instead of one!
I knew she was absolutely exhausted just getting around lately, and the poor mare looked fit to pop weeks ago. But, today was the day, and Wool had to experience helping give birth without her help, since she was the mother this time!
The two foals were adorable: an earth pony colt they named Lancet, and a unicorn filly named Peppermint.
It's a good thing Wool is around to give Panacea some relief. She's going to need a while to recover from that, and to spend time with her now much larger family! I'll stop by and see her tomorrow if I get a chance. Both of the parents were so happy.
As much as I wish this happened naturally, it was because if me messing around with the raws while experimenting with the relationship / parenthood hacking. I accidentally saved, so two babies she gets.
15th Hematite, 258
We had another possession today, which was a bit different from the rest. Today was the first time one of the militia have been taken by the strange moods, and nopony in the militia was able to convince Kris to leave the clothier's shop she took over. I don't think anything bad will come of this, but if she was to lose her mind, the damage would be a lot worse than if most anypony else did.
No, I won't even consider that. We haven't lost anypony to this yet, and we're not going to start with her. I'll keep a close eye on her.
25th Hematite, 258
Ocean Breeze gave birth again today to another pegasus filly she and Carmine named Gust Front. Normally I'm quite excited to hear that a family grew larger, but I can't help but wonder about the filly. I don't think Ocean Breeze would cheat on Carmine again, but trust can never be rebuilt when it's destroyed like that.
I'd best stop thinking about that right now or I'll be depressed for the rest of the day. I'm sure the filly will be alright.
The other news is that Kris finished what she was working on today: a set of braies. I'm relieved that she's done with her ordeal, but I'm not sure if they're really her style. Either way, it's up to her to decide what to do with them.
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13th Malachite, 258
Today was a bit busy. Sienna is officially a mare today, which is a day I'm probably as happy to see as she is. Those years ago when she was nearly taken from her family... we all owe a lot to Glaive for his bravery that day. Anyway, after a small celebration, she went off with Ashwood to learn a bit about helping cut wood and work it. It's something she's always been interested in, which is why she was caught outside in the first place. I just hope we don't have a repeat of that day.
We also started building a gym of sorts for the militia and anypony who wants to to work out in. I'm sure the militia will appreciate a chance to work out in ways other than just swinging their axes around, and it will probably help alleviate a bit of boredom.
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This is actually already having notable improvements in the attributes in some of the soldiers. I hope to get them all up to at least baseline stats soon!
Lastly, we finally got a kiln set up. I've meant to do this ever since the day Naginata arrived in Dawnpick, back when she still went by the name of Porcelain. We've got a lot of clay just under the surface, so the chance to put somepony to work making clay pots or something should be interesting.
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16th Galena, 258
The zebras arrived today, with their caravan and a diplomat. I was looking forward to speaking with him, as he's quite pleasant. I spoke with him in my office for a little while, chatting about our relations and how they're still quite pleased to stop by Dawnpick on their trade routes.
While we were talking though, the inevitable warning went out, as it almost always does. A group of badger pony thieves showed up just behind the zebras and set upon them. We scrambled the guard to rush out and deal with the threat, but we were out of bolts! I'm such an idiot, I forgot to keep sending work orders out to keep our stocks up!
Thank goodness, the guards were able to hold them off until Partisan and his ponies got there. From what he says, they all took turns beating on the badger pony until it stopped moving, and as usual I'm glad I wasn't there to see it.
Two more thieves tried to enter through the gate, where they ran into Flux, who was hauling mechanisms down to the monster trap to set up the spears. He dropped what he was doing and ran for his life, where the badger pony ran into Grapple.
I still don't understand why Grapple takes it upon himself to fight when we have the militia, but he might have saved Flux's life. When the badger pony threw itself at him, he defended himeslf with commendable skill, from what Halberd told me.
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Seriously, I thought he was a goner when he rushed the badger pony, but he bruised its heart, then its guts then broke its spine. Kung Fu master at work!
Halberd said that Kukri finished that badger pony off with a few decisive hacks with her axe, while Naginata killed a second that ambushed her with a single stroke of her axe.
The fourth and last was killed by Sarissa as he fought another zebra guard.
The entire battle lasted for some time, and everypony was exhausted. I invited all of the zebras into the dining hall to let them have some of our stews that they are so fond of. We eventually got around to trading a few things, but unfortunately the zebras didn't have a whole lot we needed.
We ended up taking some cloth, leather and a few exotic foods in exchange for a lot of the stews and baked goods our chefs have prepared. Apparently we've got enough to last for years if we needed it, so I let the zebras have a little more than I strictly should, but I want to keep relations good, and swapping a little of the same old food out for something new never hurts!
Post by: vkiNm on March 21, 2012, 12:01:54 pm
Kat's Diary - 18th Obsidian, 257
Dear Diary. It's been a long while since I've touched you. But today's Caravan that came to our fort reminded me to start writing again, even though now i don't seem to have much of a forgetting problem than before.
Today's nice, i helped moving some steel to the trade place even though i don't really have to do it anymore being a guard and all that, but it's nice to feel like I'm useful sometimes. Maybe i'll buy something tomorrow, Stiletto's been giving me some bits lately, awfully nice of her.
Dear me, Writing is hard..
22nd Obsidian, 257
Thieves! Like the usual, following the caravans as if it's a good idea. The militia took care of them, As usual. We didn't even have to do anything. I really should be happy that we don't have to get ourselves into fights and all but, really. I want some actions too sometimes.. Not that i wish there'd be actions for us to take but..
I need a drink.
16th Granite, 258
Glyph's been telling me about his idea about 'Stables' for the foals. I think it's a good idea, I offered to help aswell at the place. Maybe i'll find something to busy myself there. Would be nice to feel useful again.
20th Granite, 258
Last night was just.. bad. Jaxler didn't show up for our night's patrol and i had to work twice the workload. And i found him drunk off his flank under a tree!
sometimes, i seriously wonder why he's still in the guards. He's a good shot at all when he's sober but, I just think he could be working a lot better.. Maybe i'll talk with Partisan about this later. Or maybe talk with Jaxler again when he's less drunk.
5th Slate, 258
Thing's been.. bad lately. I feel stressed. I think i might have to go do 'that' again tonight. Can't believe it, it's been so long. Can't believe I'm even writing this down, reminding myself that i'm such a-
6th Slate, 258
Last night was... Unexpecting. Glyph found me in the woods and, Things suddenly look a lot less Dark. I should've known, Moving to Dawnpick was the best choice i've made ever since leaving that place. I foresee good things in the future. Lots of lots of good things.
18th Slate, 258
Glyph's Stable is finally done! now i can start helping everypony there. Oh things just gets better and better.
I wrote too soon. A filly was found abandoned by her parents by Glyph, Why would anypony do such a thing? HOW could anypony do such a thing? I need to know more about this.. maybe something's not right.. maybe.. I'll have to talk with Glyph.
19th Slate, 258
Monster! we have such a Monster in the fort! a Pony that could do that to a Foal, That's.. That's not a Pony. Something must be done, Lesson must be taught.. Something. I'm going to talk to Glyph and see if we'll come up with something.. I feel sick. I thought this was a Happy place Damnit!
21st Slate, 258
Baroness Virtue gave birth today. Finally some good news since.. that. We had a little cerebration, i swear i could've forgotten about problems for a while. And think that things are all nice and nice again. With all the births happening, i might have to stop writing them down eventually. Never mean that it's any less good though. New foals are nice. Always.
23rd Slate, 258
Tonight will be the night, We've prepared and planned to give Carmine a lesson he'll never forget. I feel a little sorry for him really, But part of me keep saying that a monster doesn't need your sorry. I just hope everything goes as planned and nopony finds out. Well, Wish me luck Diary. I'm going to need it.
24th Slate, 258
Last night, i had the weirdest dream. I dreamed that me and Glyph carried on the Plan that we had for Carmine, but then we met with the Goddess of death herself. It's weird, most dreams i just forget but this dream felt so real, as if it really did happen. I was scared. Very scared. But I pushed my luck i think. Then something about having my throat slitted..
The weirdest thing is that i woke up today with Glyph and he seems to have the same dream.. Maybe it's foretelling something, maybe it's saying that we shouldn't do it.. So we agree that we probably shouldn't carry on the plan if the goddess of dreams visit us personally like that. I wouldn't want to get on her bad side that's for sure!
8th Felsite, 258
I heard there was a Party for the Militia, Naginata's foal officially became a Stallion today and joined the Militia just like his Mother. Too bad the guards weren't invited, but i guess that's for the best, Else Jaxler would empty the drinks in minutes. And i think it's more of a family-thing. Hope everything goes well for them.
Maybe we could start a party sometimes on something.. hmm...
12 Felsite, 258
Amazing, simply Amazing. Flux got arrested and put in jail! For breaking Glaive's leg! i never thought he'd do something like that, But after hearing from his side what happened, i'm amazed he didn't do something more. Well, atleast i was able to talk Partisan into letting me be the Jail's guard. even though we probably wouldn't need one. But if he's going to be in there for 2 months, i'd prefer to be there and keep him sane. Can't imagine to be alone in a small cell for 2 months.
Today's just full of Surprises. Stiletto came over some times after Flux got arrested and Wanted to be in there too! well, i guess it's not just me that wanted to keep him company. Still don't get why would somepony call Stiletto bad things, she's such a nice mare.
15th Felsite, 258
Yesterday Baroness Virtue came over and tell us that Glaive dropped the charge! i've never thought it would happen but it did anyway. Which is a good thing! means Stiletto and Flux will be free today and i'll beable to get back and help Glyph at the Stable again! good times all around. Maybe we should make a little party or something, that'd be grand.
21st Felsite, 258
I know i should probably stop writing down entry about Foals being born, but i can't help but to be happy for Panacea and Saw Dust! They were always a cute couple, And She have a Twin! I really wish i could visit them and see, but can't yet.. Got to find some times for that surely. Seeing soo many births, I wonder what it'll be like to be a Mother. Must be amazing.. I wonder if Glyph were thinking about something like that aswell. Probably not, he already have all the foals in the stable to look after. But a Filly can hope couldn't she?
15th Hematite, 258
Well, seems like Even the Militia aren't safe from theses possession things ponies kept getting. There goes our little hope that we'll never gets that. I hope this time everything turns out as good as always.. Hopefully.
13th Malachite, 258
The Baroness ordered a Gym to be built! Good news for the Militia. I hope they'll let the guards use it aswell, i could really use some workout besides shooting my crossbow. And maybe another reason to get out more.
20th Malachite, 258
Got into an Argument with Jaxler again today, I swear we were ready to swing hooves Until Partisan came over. I thought Jaxler would behave but Nope. I seriously wonder why Partisan still kept him around as Second-in-Command. Jaxler's not going to be a type of Pony I'd enjoy serving under.. But i Trust that Partisan have his reason.. some Reason. But i can't help but to start wondering. Partisan's good, i know that. But if somepony put Jaxler in second-in-command, can that pony be 'that' good?
16th Galena, 258
Today was Great, The Zebra Caravan arrived Along with some more Thieves, and We got some Actions today! Granted we ran out of bolts and our crossbows were next-to-useless but we went into a fight anyway. Partisan leaded us out and we found a Badger pony, Then we took turn beating it with our crossbows and hooves until it stopped moving. I must say, it was the most damned pleasing thing i've done in a while, great for Anger venting! And the feels! to see that spark of life being beaten out of it's eyes! none of my 'huntings' could've ever compared to this! I almost wish that this would happen more often.
After all that's done, we had some nice dining with the Zebra and got some more exotic foods from them. I always loved their food, especially with carrots. Too bad they don't have much else for us to buy, and i'm not a fan of decorating my room with odd Zebra crafts.
Post by: TALLPANZER on March 21, 2012, 01:06:36 pm
Stiletto knocks lightly on Willow’s door. "Ms.Willow, are you in today?"
Willow opens the door. "Hello?"
Stiletto smiles and bows while putting her hat on her chest. "Good day to you, Ms. WiIlow. Do you have time to speak with me?"
Willow raises an eyebrow at the formality. "Uh, of course. What is it?"
Stiletto magically lifts a barrel from behind her. "I have heard that you like strangler wine. I came across a large patch of the plant while I was removing Badger Ponies from the hill. May I please come into your apartment and share it with you as we speak?"
"Oh, um, alright." She motions for Stiletto to follow her inside. "What did you want to speak about?"
Stiletto trots inside and removes her hat. "Straight to the matter at hand then. I have come today to talk to you about the artifact you created." She places the wine down and opens the cork to let it breath.
Willow raises an eyebrow and thinks for a moment. "Artifact? Oh, you mean that flute?"
Stiletto takes a pair of mugs from her saddle bags "Yes. I wanted to tell you that meine freundlichsten Liebe has taken quite the liking to it. I was wondering if you would consider allowing him to buy it from you?"
Willow has a dumbfounded look. "Your who?"
Stiletto fills the mugs and offers one to Willow. "Meine freundlichsten Liebe, Flux. He is an incredible musician."
Willow accepts the mug and sips at the contents. "Oh, Flux... haven't seen him around much these days." She sips again. "You say he's a musician? Really? Wouldn't have guessed."
Stiletto takes a drink from her mug. "Indeed he is. He has many talents. Would you please allow him to buy the Piccolo from you?"
"Buy it, huh?" She sips again and ponders it for a bit. Truthfully, she'd forgotten about the thing, but she couldn't just pass up an opportunity like this. "Um, how much is he offering?"
Stiletto looks to the ground. "He does not have very many bits. He has been saving for a long time now and only has one dragon. Maybe there are other things he could do for you to earn it?"
Willow feels a bit bad for trying to extort the poor smelter. "Um... well..." Willow sips again. "Tell you what... I'll let it go for half that... how's that sound?"
Stiletto gulps down her entire mug as her eyes go wide. She then puts the mug on the barrel. 'es ist mehr als viereinhalb Platin Drachen wert! Ja Möchten sie ... oh my!' "That is incredibly generous of you, Willow. I do not know what to say. Is there anything I can do for you, anything at all?"
"I... uh... well..." She gives what must be a cheesy grin. "Just make sure it's going to a good home?" It was a pretty stock thing to say to something like that, but she was 500 bits richer now, and didn't really care what happened to the thing.
Stiletto put her forehoof on the side of her head. "I just..." She shakes her head "I have never met such a generous pony before in all of the years I have lived." She pours out another mug. "I toast to you, Willow. May you goodness be repaid tenfold."
Willow grins sheepishly. "Oh... it's nothing..." She prepares to say something about it being worthless to her, but she still had the 500 bits... "Just glad it could go to somepony who can use it."
Stiletto holds her mug out to Willow to finish the toast. "I am glad to have met you. I do hope we can become close friends."
Willow completes the toast with Stiletto and maintains her small grin. "Of course, it's always good to get to know new ponies." Although she'd heard a few strange things about Stiletto... she'd just have to be a bit cautious if that sort of stuff came up. Willow savors the flavor of the drink in her mouth and nods. "Yes, and take care of that flute.
Post by: jaxler on March 21, 2012, 04:09:41 pm
Jaxler’s journal, 26th Opal, 257
Today Carmine made a cabinet, the thing looked pretty damn neat. The thing was encrusted and looked pretty high quality. It had hanging rings of iron and looked amazing but the one thing that caught my eye was the image on it. The image is a badger pony berserker which looked simply stunning.
18th Slate, 258
Well, the walls got some Fortifications made for them today, which should allow us to shoot at enemies without getting killed. Also glyph had some building made. Apparently he’s gonna take care of all the foals in town while the adults are off working and whatnot.
12 Felsite, 258
I had to arrest Flux today. He broke Glaive’s leg like a twig. I can’t say I blame him though, Glaive insulted he mare friend. I respect the pony, most ponies would just sit there and do nothing but instead he went up and actually did something. All I can say is that I respect the guy.
13 Felsite, 258
Today Granite stole my crossbow. I had to chase the foal down about drowned in the process. In the end I ended up with a bolt in my leg and a pissed off little colt. Though, somehow Granite ended up telling me that he had kleptomania. After hearing that I decided to go talk to flux seeing how there is no way in hell I can even dream of handling this alone. He said something about getting a musical instrument for the foal. So, now I guess I got something to do tomorrow.
14th Felsite, 258
Flux got out today. Turns out Glaive decided to go drop the charges on the poor guy. So, at least things will get back to normal.
16th Galena, 258
We didn’t have any bolts… today some thieves showed up and we didn’t have any bolts. We had to resort to smacking there’re heads in with ours crossbow. I can’t honestly believe this happened. Ug… I couldn’t even get a single hit in with that damned steel cross. I’m gonna talk to partisan about switching back to MY crossbow.
Post by: jaxler on March 21, 2012, 05:40:52 pm
Jaxler woke up under a tree. He had a splitting head ache and the sun was blinding. After getting up he scanned his surrounding and saw that his crossbow was a few meters away on top of a boulder. After he picked up his crossbow, he saw a pony walking his way.
Kukri trotted softly towards the crimson haired pony, she had observed his slow stumbling into conciseness with some amusement. She merely intended to trot past and continue with her walk, but the crimson stranger gave her a look, that to her dismay, looked like conversation.
As the pony got closer decided he might as well start a conversation. "Aye there Kukri"
Kukri sighed; she knew this conversion was unavoidable. "Hello there" she said sweetly
Jaxler was surprised by the sweetness in the Kukri's voice. "so, how’s the militia?"
‘Gut wrenchingly dull’ Kurki thought to herself. "Oh just wonderful!" she said with enthusiasm "They're all so very kind to me over there, it's nice"
Jaxler: "Well that's good to hear."
Kukri spots the crossbow by Jaxler's side, and with a smile says "Ah, and how is your line of work treating you?"
Jaxler looked at his decrepit wooden crossbow and though about the question. "Meh, it’s been pretty good"
Kukri lets out a light giggle, "Up late guarding this tree and boulder then?"
Jaxler shrugged "nah, all I did last night was get drunk."
Great, Kurki thought to herself, a drunken guardspony, I've never felt so protected and secure. Kurki lets out another giggle, "Enjoy yourself, then?"
Jaxler thought for a moment, he really didn't have any memory of last night. "I really don't know"
‘A forgetful drunk, even better.’ Feeling that she had talked enough to not seem rude, Kurki was about to get away from the drunken gaurdpony, when it suddenly struck her that this was the most interesting event that happened in her in weeks. She stared at Jaxler with a puzzled look, contemplating this realization. A brief uninteresting conversation was of note in her life. Perhaps I need to get out a bit more, she thought to herself.
Jaxler noticed that kukri seemed to have zoned out. "uh, Kukri, 'whatcha starring at?"
Realizing her soundings Kukri jumps back into awareness with a shock "Oh! er, nothing, just thinking" she ponders for a second more, and with a little effort manages to blurt "Hey, I tend to keep to myself, so, uh, anything interesting going on?"
Jaxler pondered for a moment. "no, not really. Things have been rather boring recently."
Slightly disappointed with his answer, Kukri lets an unintentional audible sigh. Catching herself she straightens up and smiles brightly at the garudspony. This was only the view of the forgetful drunk, after all. Perhaps someone pony in this damned fort had something at least mildly interesting to say. She certainly wasn't getting much out of him anyway.
as the awkward silence fell Jaxler decided that it was about time he made his leave "hay, I should really head off to the Barracks before Partisan realizes I'm late."
Kukri nods "Alright, I won't keep you" Thankful that the garudspony is taking his leave, Kukri turns her mind back to wondering just what to do with herself. "Perhaps I'll see you again...er..." She trails off, it hit's her quite suddenly that she has no idea what this pony's name is.
Jaxler looked at Kukri and laughed, "Let me guess you don't know my name."
Kukri was sorely tempted to say "Forgetful drunk?", but she knew that, that probably wouldn't be the best move for her. Instead, Kurki lowered her head and dragged her hoof back and forth across the ground. "Um...mabye?" she said with a squeak. Perhaps she could use this lack of knowledge to her advantage.
Jaxler: "Well in that case my name is Jaxler Blackflutes. I'm second command of the guard and also glad to make your acquaintance."
Kukri gives a slight curtsy "Please to meet you, Mr. Blackflutes"
Jaxler found the curtsy to be a bit overkill and somepony calling him Mr. seemed rather strange to him. "Please everypony just calls me Jaxler, and there really isn't any need to be formal"
Kukri took keen note of that, she should have guessed this guy would much prefer informal conversation, regardless the lesson was learned. "Alright Jaxler, I'll see you around" she rather hoped that she wouldn't, but had a feeling that more encounters with him were now unavoidable.
"Hopefully" and with that Jaxler made his way over to the barracks.
Kukri turns around and trots away, continuing her stroll. She couldn't deny that she was unbelievably bored, perhaps spending some time with the rest of these gits would help elevate some of that boredom.
Post by: KingStrongbeard on March 21, 2012, 10:34:40 pm
(http://dl.dropbox.com/u/41621737/GlaiveAvatarDorfbeard.jpg)
Glaive's Journal 20th Sandstone, 257
I spared with Falcata outside the barracks today. She is unbelievable skilled. I was able to force her to a draw though. She didn't keep track of what my magic was doing, and I got her from behind with her own axe. She is skilled but I worry about her one day having to fight somepony with magic. But afterwords we fell onto the grass and watched the clouds. We talked and she said that she wanted to try and help me get there. It's an amazing thought. I've looked up for so long and now to finally be able to go... But preparations must be made. I'm too heavy for her to carry on her own. But I think, with some practice I can make myself effectively lighter, by pulling myself up with my magic, so that she could carry me. I also know that a spell exists that allows the target to have the pegasi's ability to stand on clouds.
I don't know that spell, but I hope that one of the caravans soon will carry a book with a copy of it. Once I have that, we are going to the sky.
Glaive's Journal 8th Obsidian, 257
I've been practicing my telekinesis for several hours everyday, my lifting strength with it is almost enough. To reduce my weight by effectively half. The problem isn't the weight that I can lift is too small it's just harder to apply that force to yourself. Though not impossible, magic is funny like that.
Glaive's Journal 11th Obsidian, 257
Glyph, one of those ponies in Stiletto's camp, along with Kat, have managed to convince Virtue to build a sort of kindergarten to watch over the young ones while the parents are working. While the idea has merit, and it is something that is needed, I don't much care for the ponies who will be running it. I fear that they may plant some less favorable ideas in the heads of the foals. I hope they would not be deceitful enough to try and do that on purpose, but it does look suspicious.
18th Obsidian, 257
The caravan from Coupledye arrived today. I had a look through all of their goods for every book they brought, their was only two. The Metaphysics of Mathmatics, and an old battered spellbook. The first was a highly technical mundance tomb that I had no iterest in, but the old book, it had some potential, unfortunately, the book seems to be written in Old Pony, and I can only make out a few words. If only I had a dictionary of Old Pony words, I might be able to make sense of it.
I sent a letter with the caravan to my father. I told him all about Falcata, and Dawnpick, and everything that has happened so far. I also requested that he send a few books here, as we don't exactly have a library. I requested a copy of the Old Pony textbooks he taught me from, but I hope to get this translated before the year is up and the caravan returns.
22nd Obsidian, 257
More thieves, attacked, I managed to kill two of them, Falcata got the other, I don't see why they keep trying. Not one of them has ever comeback from here successful.
18th Slate, 258
Construction has finished on Glyph's stables. I still don't like the idea of him and Kat looking over the foals. I think I'll help out, when I have time. I don't know much about raising foals, but I know a lot of old stories that I can share with them. Good stories, with good morals. Maybe that'll help counteract Glyph and Kat's influence.
12 Felsite, 258
I found Flux in Falcata's room today. Flux one of Stiletto's "friends" I suspected he was trying to seduce Falcata. I trust Falcata not to fall for it, but I didn't take kindly to him trying. When I heard that he gave her the beautiful lyre she's been playing, that was too much. I told him to stay away from her and that we wanted nothing to do with Stiletto's debauchery. He kicked me, hard. It broke my bum leg. Didn't hurt to bad, but I tossed him from the room with my magic. Falcata started yelling but when I tried to put weight on the broken leg, it snapped completely.
While I was in the hospital with Panacea Stiletto came in and started asking questions. She didn't know what had happened. I told her, the truth. Curse my honesty. She started flying and her magic went crazy she looked like she was on fire. She was yelling supernaturally loud, and in a threatening tone. I scrambled for something to defend myself from the crazy mare, while we continued to debate. I grabbed a chair but she crushed it like it wasn't there. How can anypony fight something like that. If she could do that to lump of wood, I can only imagine what she could do to a pony. Still I wasn't going to be intimidated by her and grabbed a scalpel. She eventually cooled down and left.
Later I met up with Falcata, I thought she'd be angry, but she was just happy I was okay. I love her. She's the most amazing mare I've ever met. I have something I want to ask her. But it needs the right setting. I think the clouds will do. Anything less wouldn't be fair.
14th Felsite, 258
At Falcata's urging I went to talk with Flux. I admit that do feel a little guilty about the whole ordeal, not about what I said but how I said it. I did provoke him. I went there and Stiletto was in the cell with him. I didn't want to talk in front of her, but, for some reason I went along with it. I apologized to Flux for provoking him and he apologized for kicking my leg. When I left I told Virtue to let him out in the morning.
16th Felsite, 258
Stiletto is throwing a party in honor of Flux's early release, I don't know if I want to go. I don't want to see Stiletto, and the emotions from the fight with Flux haven't really faded in it's entirety, but Falcata left about a half and hour ago. I guess, I'll go. Just need to get ready.
16th Galena, 258
The zebra caravan arrived earlier, I went down to talk with them, during Falcata's shift. I looked around and sure enough they had what I was looking for. A raw uncut diamond from their homeland. I have been saving my money for some time for this, so I bought it right away. It was expensive but I'll all be worth it. I took the gemstone to the jewler's here in town. I talked with the owner Quartz and arranged a deal with him to cut the gemstone, I told him I'd pick it up in 3 days. After that, I ran back to my room, to retrieve something from the locked chest under my bed. I pulled out a piece of great grandpa's axe. It put my family where it is now, and now it would help to strengthen us once again. I made my way to the smelter's where I saw Flux hard at work...
(The following is a scene Khenal and I did in private chat, released here for your reading pleasure. Enjoy.)
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(The following scene involves, (http://dl.dropbox.com/u/41621737/GlaiveAvatarDorfbeard.jpg) and (http://i198.photobucket.com/albums/aa176/Kryptid/FluxAvatar.jpg))
On the 16th of Galena a few hours after the zebra caravan had set up to trade, Glaive walks into Flux's work area. He has a bit of cloth that seems to be wrapped around something solid, floating nearby him. "Hello Flux." he says.
Flux starts, not expecting Glaive of all ponies to walk into his smelter.
"Um, heya Glaive."
"Flux,I got some work for you." He makes his way to a table and places down
the cloth, he unwraps it and reveals a large shard of bismuth bronze. It
is clearly from a larger object, but is difficult to tell what. But the
metal is old and worn, and not as strong as it might once have been.
Flux looks at the bit of bismuth bronze and gives a low whistle.
"Oh, wow. That must have been from something /huge/..."
Glaive responds "This was part of my Great Grandfather's Battle Axe, it was enormous. He was a mighty warrior and made most of our family's fortune as an adventurer. But I...er it is broken beyond repair now."
Flux gently prods the piece with a hoof.
"Um, if you want it reforged, I'm... not the right pony..."
Glaive "I know that, I don't want it reforged. I want something new made out of it, but first I need this piece smelted down into something the metalcrafter's can work with more easily, and if possible can you strengthen the metal, so that is strong like it used to be, and not
brittle from metal fatigue?...I'm having something made for Falcata."
"Aahh..."
Flux nods in comprehension.
"I think so. Do you want it weapon grade?"
Glaive "It isn't for weapon...It's for a piece of jewelry. The axe's name was Widowgrief, my Greatgrandpa used it in the Old wars to slay many foes and then as an adventurer to make his fortune. This metal has built my family to what it is. But it has caused enough grief. It is time it was used to strengthen our family without killing. To make a wife, not a widow.if you take my meaning."
Flux 's eyes widen and he gasps, looking at the bit of metal in a new light.
"Jewelry... Um, yes. I can do that."
Glaive "Thank you Flux. How much will the work cost me?"
Flux 's mind races with all the tricks he can think of to give the metal a better lustre when polished.
"Um, nothing, Glaive. It, um, won't take too long to smelt this properly. I should be able to sneak it in between steel orders."
Glaive smiles, "Thank you Flux, that's very generous. But don't tell Falcata, about this I want it to be a surprise, okay."
Flux nods.
"I promise. Um... come by in a few days, I should have it smelted by then."
Glaive "Alright, I think Falcata has a shift when I'm off in 3 days. I'll come by then okay? And thank you again, but remember, it's a secret to everypony." Glaive begins to leave.
Flux wraps up the chunk of bismuth bronze to hide it.
Flux "Cross my heart, hope to fly, stick a cupcake in my eye."
Glaive glances one last time at the old shard, remembering the stories, remember how HE broke the family heirloom, and feeling a twinge of guilt at having it melted down like common scrap, but he knew it would be worth it. He exits the smelters workshop and heads toward home.
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17th Galena
I've been trying to understand the spells in the book I acquired, but I can't remember enough of my Old Pony lessons to make sense out of any of them, so I went to Baroness to request her aid.
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(Another scene from the IRC. This one is (http://dl.dropbox.com/u/41621737/GlaiveAvatarDorfbeard.jpg) and (http://i198.photobucket.com/albums/aa176/Kryptid/VirtueAvatar.jpg))
Glaive approaches Virtue's office, a tattered old book with a black leather binding held in his mouth. He knocks on the door.
Virtue takes one more look at the stock record she was updating and looks over to the door. "Come in!"
Glaive enters the room, he takes the book from his mouth with his magic and closes the door behind him. "Baroness," Glaive bows, "I have come to request your aid in something."
Virtue gives him a nervous smile. "There's no need for the formalities, Glaive." She eyes the book. "How can I help?"
Glaive takes the book and lays it before her. He flips it open to a page that has a detailed drawing of a Unicorn walking in one of the pegasan cloud cities. "It's about this book. It's a spellbook I bought from the caravan, but I can't read it. It's all in Old Pony, and I only know a few words. I know you are no unicorn, but I thought you might be able to help me translate it.
Virtue cocks her head and pulls the book closer. "Well, you're right about one thing... I don't know a bit about magic... but I do know a bit of Old Pony." She looks away thoughtfully. "It's ages..." "I'm not really sure what I'm looking for here... the spell, that is...."
Glaive is a bit disappointed. "This is the spell I am most concerned with. I think it is the Cloudwalking spell. though I can't be sure. I know enough about magic that I think could work out the spell though, if I understood what it's trying to tell me to do,
but it's probably pretty heavy on the jargon, that you might not know....Do you perhaps just have a dictionary or text book for Old Pony? If I had that, I might be able to do it myself. I sent a letter to my dad asking him to send me some of his books, but they won't arrive for months, and I'd rather not wait that long.
Virtue "Hmm, perhaps... let me see if I can find it..." She stands and moves over to a bookcase to her side. From the dozens of books on the shelf, she pulls two thick dusty tomes down and places them on her desk. "I think it's one of these..."
Glaive approaches the desk and blows the dust off the books and examines them.
Virtue "This one..." she says, pointing to the larger, "...is a dictionary. And the other is a bit of a learner's book on the subject. For grammar and syntax. I admit it's been decades since I've looked in either, but maybe they can help you." her expression grows a bit worried. "I... don't think you'll find anything about magic in them, but maybe it would be enough to get you started..."
Glaive lights up, "These are exactly what I need. If you don't use the books anymore, might I buy them from you?"
Virtue she gives him a warm smile. "They're yours, I haven't had a use for them in ages."
Glaive bows to Virtue yet again. "Thank you Baroness, you are too kind." he rises. I must go I have much work to do. He levitates all three books and starts toward the door.
Virtue cringes mentally at the bow but maintains her smile. "You're quite welcome Glaive. Good luck to you, if you have any trouble, I think Panacea might know a bit of Old Pony herself."
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30th Galena, 258
I have spent the last 2 weeks with my head in these books, and practicing what I could understand. I think I have the cloudwalking spell down. Plus my telekinesis is stronger than ever, and the item is ready. I am ready to go to the sky with my love. As soon as we have a mostly clear day, with a few clouds to sit on, we shall try it. I'm excited but also really nervous. If I mess up the cloudwalking spell, or don't have it right, or can't keep up my magic long enough, best not to think about it.
Post by: zomara0292 on March 22, 2012, 10:06:26 pm
Post by: Allaki on March 23, 2012, 06:21:25 pm
Post by: Zearoth on March 23, 2012, 06:24:25 pm
Post by: Omicega on March 23, 2012, 07:54:51 pm
Post by: Telgin on March 23, 2012, 08:07:20 pm
Hello. Since joining during the Dawnpick party as Midnight. I looked through and would like to pick Toasty as the in-fort pony character for Midnight. I don't know how to rename him. Some help on that would be nice.
((Hello everyone. Some of you might know me as that guy that just popped in out of nowhere... So I decided to be smart and make a post to officially join. Or well... try to join. I'm still reading over the diary although, after talking with my friends, I've decided to try and claim the pony that's known as GoldenGrains. I'm not sure how to rename ponies, so if someone could, please rename him to 'Zearoth'. If it's alright with everyone.))
I'll check on getting these two ponies changed over for you. Did you have any requests on changing their professions, or appearance for their avatars?
Post by: jaxler on March 23, 2012, 08:23:14 pm
Jaxler was making his way to Flux's house with a lute that he had bought the other day. Jaxler needed to talk to the him about Granite's music training because he was honestly quite skeptical that Granite would agree to Flux's training unless he was there to endorse it, and also he needed to talk to him about trying to help the foal with his many problems. so as the Jaxler finally got close to Flux's door he extended his hoof and knocked "HAY FLUX, ARE YA THERE?"
Post by: Khenal on March 23, 2012, 08:30:43 pm
I sit on my bed, simply relaxing and thinking. Jaxler's pounding on my door, though, shakes me form my thought and I slowly get off the bed and go to answer him.
"Yes, I'm here, Jaxler. I'll get the door."
I open the door, and smile when I notice the lute.
"Ah, nice lute! I guess you want to go talk to Granite, then?"
Post by: jaxler on March 23, 2012, 08:36:12 pm
"yeah, I do, but I'd also like it if you could help me with something other than giving him music lessons."
Post by: Zearoth on March 23, 2012, 08:37:50 pm
Well for appearance I'd like the fur to be a dark gray, and a black mane. If you can do finer details his right eyes is red and the left one is black. And he also has a scar going over the left side of his face from the brow to past his eye. I'm not sure about what profession he will have. But if anything make him a guard, or militia as you see fit. Thank you again for letting me into the fort.Hello. Since joining during the Dawnpick party as Midnight. I looked through and would like to pick Toasty as the in-fort pony character for Midnight. I don't know how to rename him. Some help on that would be nice.((Hello everyone. Some of you might know me as that guy that just popped in out of nowhere... So I decided to be smart and make a post to officially join. Or well... try to join. I'm still reading over the diary although, after talking with my friends, I've decided to try and claim the pony that's known as GoldenGrains. I'm not sure how to rename ponies, so if someone could, please rename him to 'Zearoth'. If it's alright with everyone.))
I'll check on getting these two ponies changed over for you. Did you have any requests on changing their professions, or appearance for their avatars?
Post by: Allaki on March 23, 2012, 08:40:09 pm
Hello. Since joining during the Dawnpick party as Midnight. I looked through and would like to pick Toasty as the in-fort pony character for Midnight. I don't know how to rename him. Some help on that would be nice.((Hello everyone. Some of you might know me as that guy that just popped in out of nowhere... So I decided to be smart and make a post to officially join. Or well... try to join. I'm still reading over the diary although, after talking with my friends, I've decided to try and claim the pony that's known as GoldenGrains. I'm not sure how to rename ponies, so if someone could, please rename him to 'Zearoth'. If it's alright with everyone.))
I'll check on getting these two ponies changed over for you. Did you have any requests on changing their professions, or appearance for their avatars?
Uh, Midnight has Midnight blue fur, or really close to it. And his mane/ tail color is just a bit darker. I have a pony creator pony if you want that for color reference. And I don't really know about changing his job. I think what he has could work. But I really don't know the list.
Post by: Khenal on March 23, 2012, 08:42:23 pm
I step outside with him, assuming we'll talk on the way.
"Something else?"
Post by: jaxler on March 23, 2012, 09:07:42 pm
"I'd like it if you could um... talk to him about his drinking problems... seeing how I'm not really one to give advice on such things."
Post by: Khenal on March 23, 2012, 09:29:42 pm
'Maybe he'd be some decent practice to prepare for you...'
"Um, I'll try, Jaxler."
Post by: jaxler on March 23, 2012, 09:39:09 pm
"good then" Jaxler then turns around and starts walking towards Granite's house
Post by: Khenal on March 23, 2012, 09:43:13 pm
I follow Jaxler, trying to think of something to say to Granite to get him to stop drinking... and stealing...
Post by: jaxler on March 23, 2012, 09:52:11 pm
Once the two got the the Granite's house Jaxler knocked on it's door. "HAY GRANITE, IT'S JAXLER!"
Post by: L1wW on March 23, 2012, 10:05:41 pm
I hear Jaxler yell from outside my house. "Don't worry guys, I'll get the door! It's fine mom, I'll be fine! No ones going to knap me Glaze, jeeze!"
I open the door. "Hey Jaxler, what's up?"
Post by: jaxler on March 23, 2012, 10:09:56 pm
Jaxler was happy to see that Granite came to the door as apposed to another member of his family. "aye there Granite, me and Flux got ya a gift!"
Post by: Khenal on March 23, 2012, 10:11:24 pm
"Um, heya Granite. How are you doing?"
Post by: L1wW on March 23, 2012, 10:16:20 pm
"What is it? Is it a piano?" I look at Jaxler with anticipation and excitement. Hey, there's Flux in the background! "Hey Flux!"
Post by: jaxler on March 23, 2012, 10:27:51 pm
"your pretty close" Jaxler then shows Granite the =bloodthorn Lute=.
Post by: L1wW on March 23, 2012, 10:34:22 pm
"Holy buck! It's a ukulele guitar thingy... what is it exactly?" I look to Flux. "Hey mentor, sorry about the alcohol incident with the forge a couple days back..."
Post by: Khenal on March 23, 2012, 10:38:39 pm
"It's a lute. Um, the alcahol..."
Post by: L1wW on March 23, 2012, 10:40:52 pm
"A lute? Like loot right? Anyway why are the two ponies that might have the most influence on my decisions standing on my doorstep?"
Post by: jaxler on March 23, 2012, 10:45:22 pm
"Well ya see, Flux here wanted teach you how to play this lute and I bought this instrument so I figured it would only be fair if I came along when he told you about the free lessons."
Post by: L1wW on March 23, 2012, 10:48:10 pm
"Okay then, hey Jaxler do you think Friesden will dig my soon to be epic lute skills?"
Post by: jaxler on March 23, 2012, 11:01:16 pm
"who know, but some mares are really in to music"
Post by: L1wW on March 23, 2012, 11:03:57 pm
"Cool I guess, so is there anything you want to talk about?"
Post by: jaxler on March 23, 2012, 11:15:09 pm
Jaxler tensed up slightly when he realized that now was the time to bring up the drinking problems
"Well there was one thing that Me and Flux wanted to talk to you about"
Post by: L1wW on March 23, 2012, 11:17:58 pm
"Okay, what is it?"
Post by: jaxler on March 23, 2012, 11:24:01 pm
Jaxler looked over to flux. "Well Em... flux is kinda the pony who needs to talk to you about this."
Post by: Khenal on March 24, 2012, 02:38:44 pm
I shift my hooves, trying to think of a way to put this.
"It's, um... your drinking, Granite. It's, uh, not healthy to drink like you do. We're both worried about you."
Post by: jaxler on March 24, 2012, 03:59:28 pm
Jaxler didn't want to sound like this was his idea. he knew that Granite could get defensive and assault his own drinking problem. So, Jaxler just nodded.
Post by: L1wW on March 24, 2012, 04:28:50 pm
"Drinking problem? Are you bucking kidding me?! What the hell else can I drink? Water? Fat chance! I need to drink something, so what are the alternatives? And Jaxler, what the buck? This was your fault! You made me drink! Well more so than I used to... Flux, is drinking really an issue here, or is there something else?"
Post by: Khenal on March 24, 2012, 04:33:35 pm
"Um... the drinking is becoming an issue, Granite. Well, it's, um, been an issue for a while now, actually. Furnace work is dangerous even while sober, and you'll, um, never get very far if you're always... disappearing into the bottom of a barrel."
Post by: jaxler on March 24, 2012, 04:48:15 pm
Jaxler looked down at his hooves knowing that there was some truth to Granite's words.
Post by: L1wW on March 24, 2012, 04:54:23 pm
"Damn right your ashamed Jaxler! Friggin' bad influence... and Flux, why can't I show up drunk to a smelter, what's the worst that could hapen?"
Post by: jaxler on March 24, 2012, 04:55:36 pm
Jaxler snapped out of it and went on the defensive.
"IF THAT'S THE CASE THEN WHY DO YOU CHOSE TO LET ME INFLUENCE YOU!?!"
Post by: L1wW on March 24, 2012, 04:58:11 pm
"BECAUSE YOU SAVED MY ASS FROM A KIDNAPPER!!!"
Post by: Khenal on March 24, 2012, 04:59:13 pm
I look Granite in the eyes, deadly serious.
"You could trip into the furnace. You could char any or all of your limbs. The molten ore is hot enough to set things of fire without even touching them. If... if you show up drunk again... I may have to... to release you from my apprenticeship."
Post by: L1wW on March 24, 2012, 05:00:49 pm
"Like I was even worthy of being your apprentice in the first place Flux!"
Post by: Khenal on March 24, 2012, 05:05:12 pm
"You have so much potential, Granite. Don't drown it in alcohol."
Post by: L1wW on March 24, 2012, 05:06:58 pm
"FINE!!! I'll stop drinking a lot, and only drink a little! Happy?!"
Post by: Khenal on March 24, 2012, 05:12:26 pm
'Well, it's a start at least...'
"Um, yes. Uh, speaking of potential... want to start learning how to play the lute?"
Post by: L1wW on March 24, 2012, 05:14:02 pm
I hear Flux's request, "...only if I get a cool hat..."
Post by: jaxler on March 24, 2012, 05:22:48 pm
Jaxler's eyes widened at the mention of the hat.
"hay, when I was haggling with a merchant yesterday trying to buy this lute I kinda was able to get a cool plumed hat out of the deal."
Post by: L1wW on March 24, 2012, 05:24:42 pm
"Give it here and I'll consider the offer."
Post by: Maklak on March 24, 2012, 05:25:07 pm
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After guarding Indigo's door for a few hours Partisan was sleepy, and decided to give this post to an underling. Fortunately for him Jaxler, a fellow guard, lives opposite door from Indigo. Partisan woke him up, told him that Indigo went on a rampage last night, and it is Jaxler's assignment for today to make sure that Indigo doesn't hurt anypony when he wakes up.
Jaxler is guarding Indigo's door. He has been there for the last 4 hours and is bored, annoyed and dangerously sober. He was also supposed to be off-duty today. "Hay Indigo, why the hell did you have to go piss off Partisan?"
Indigo is woken up by somepony shouting outside his door. He is feeling real bad, so he just moans and turns over on his bed, waiting to fall asleep again.
Jaxler hears a moan from the room behind him. He hates it when ponies ignore him so he figures he might try asking again but louder "HAY INDIGO, WHY THE HELL DID YOU HAVE TO PISS OFF PARTISAN!"
They won't even leave me alone. Wait... why are my sheets wet? That smell is not piss, it is... buck! This didn't happen to me for years. Ouch, ouch, everything hurts me. The yelling is making Indigo's head hurt even more. "I didn't do anything! Just let me sleep!"
"Fine!" After hearing Indigo yell back at him Jaxler sits down leaning on Indigo's door, silently waiting, as the hours drag on by.
After that there is no more shouting and Indigo drifts back to sleep. He wakes up in the late afternoon. He is still sore and tired, but needs to relieve himself badly. He crawls off his bed, and staggers towards the door. He opens it and blinks, blinded by the light.
Jaxler falls back when the door, he was leaning on, swings open. After getting back on his hooves he sees that Indigo comes out of his room, looking rather run down. "Looks like somepony finally got up." Jaxler looks around. Indigo’s room looks tidy in general, has a bed, a table, a chest, a cabinet, some shelves and two lamps: one under the ceiling and one on the table. On the table are some empty plates and cups. There are a few neatly arranged tools here and there as well as some scrolls and books, but otherwise the place looks pretty empty.
"Humph?" The blue unicorn blinks in surprise at the pegasus, who fell into his room. He recognizes the drunkard guard living next door. "Jaxler?"
"Yes my name's Jaxler"
Indigo sighs, then stumbles and groans. "Am I... under house arrest? I need to go to the privy."
"I'm kinda supposed to just follow you around all day and make sure you don't kill anypony."
"I... don't think that I will. Fine then. I have some... errands to run. Wait... was somepony shouting when I slept?" The unicorn slowly recomposes himself, but still looks frazzled, tired and smells bad.
"Yea, that was me. I was supposed to be off duty today but then Partisan knocked on my door early in the morning and told me I needed to follow you around." Jaxler then breaks eye contact and picks up his wooden crossbow.
Indigo starts slowly walking towards the stairs. "Ugh... don't shout at me, please. My head hurts. What were you yelling earlier? Did you want to check if I was still alive?" Indigo stops, turns back to close his door, then makes for the stairs again.
Jaxler follows Indigo as he walks down the stairs. "Neigh, I was just tired, bored and pissed, but I was also confused as to why Partisan wanted me to shadow you all day."
Indigo stops and thinks. "Ah. He thought I was going to turn violent after Stiletto almost strangled me in the barracks. I think." He walks towards the closest privy.
Jaxler shrugs "Heh, I guess that makes sense, but why did you pick a fight with Stiletto?"
"I had a really rough night. She wouldn't leave me alone no matter how much I told her to buck off, and then Kat yelled at me that I’m rude, and then they cornered me. Besides I hate that slut. Oh, and I was drunk, and angry too."
Jaxler chuckles "Did you get any good hits on her?"
"Nope. Not even one. I'm no match for her." Then he adds "I had a hammer, but kinda forgot about it in the struggle. Maybe... it is for the best that I didn't hurt her. She might retaliate, or press charges or something." He stops again. "Did Virtue want to see me as soon as I wake up?"
"No, she didn't sent for you. I was supposed to interrogate you about last night, but seeing how you just told me your side of the story, I really don't have to anymore."
"I just gave you a short version. I want to see Virtue later anyway, but first..." Indigo goes to relieve himself. When he is done he says "If you need to go too, I can wait."
"I'm fine." Answers Jaxler.
"Okay. I need to clean myself next." He walks towards the well.
Jaxler follows Indigo to the well "So about those errands, what exactly are they?"
"Clean myself, eat, go to the hospital, that sort of thing." They make it to the well. Indigo drinks a lot of water, then cleans himself, especially his private bits. This takes about three times longer than normal, but at least he looks fresher now, and doesn't stink. Somewhat refreshed Indigo goes back to his room, collects all the empty pots, and then they go together to the dining hall. Indigo picks up some vegetables and juice, and walks towards a few empty seats. It is not dinner time yet, so the hall is mostly empty.
Jaxler notices Indigo's selection of food and a drink. "Vegetables and juice aye? Excuse me, but I'm gonna go get a barrel of booze and some meat."
Indigo simply nods and eats his food, then gets some more vegetables and eats them too. Finally they are done. They go back to Indigo's room. After a moment Indigo emerges carrying a sheet and some clothes curled up in a ball. "So Jaxler, got any laundry?"
Jaxler thinks for a moment. "Well, I really don't know. I guess we could go over to my room and check."
Jaxler walks into his room. it is a bit of a mess, with a few empty barrels scattered about and it smells of moonshine and grease. Jaxler goes over to his coffer and takes out a few pieces of clothing. "I know this place looks like a mess but I really don't spend much time in here."
Indigo looks around through the door frame. "I think you should move the empty barrels to the stockpile. Brewers and cooks can always use some. If you don't want to carry them yourself, just leave them out the door in the corner, and somepony will pick them, I think." Otherwise he keeps his opinion to himself. This is messy, but not as much as I expected.
Jaxler shrugs and makes his way out the door. "I can take care of the barrels after I'm done with this laundry." Together they take the washables and go to do the laundry. Indigo slowly proceeds with his, and spends the most time on his sheets.
Jaxler puts his crossbow down and starts washing his laundry. He really isn't paying much attention to Indigo at this point.
The unicorn is more accustomed to this kind of work, but he is feeling bad today, and wants to clean his sheets very thoroughly, so they finish at about the same time. Then they go to hang their laundry, and back to the dormitory. Indigo enters his room again, this time closing his door without saying a word.
Jaxler sees Indigo walking back into his room and closing the door, which worries him slightly. He says aloud "I kinda need to know, why you're in there", hoping that Indigo could hear him through the door.
"Oh, I'm dressing myself. We're going to the hospital next, and Virtue's office after that, and I want to make myself presentable." After a long moment Indigo comes out with his mane and tail combed and wearing a robe and saddlebags. He still moves as if he had sores in every part of his body, but is less sluggish than when he woke up. One of the saddlebags has something inside.
When Indigo comes out, Jaxler notices that he looks a lot less worn out than he did earlier, but Indigo is definitely still tired. Just as Jaxler is about to turn around he notices, that one of Indigo's saddlebags has something inside. "Uh, I really need to know what's in that bag."
Indigo frowns at that. "It is something I need to take to Panacea. I'll tell Virtue about it, but don't tell Stiletto or Kat where it is, and don't try to drink it." Indigo closes his door again, and turns towards the stairs.
Jaxler frowns and sighs "I need to know exactly what it is".
Indigo stops. "You are getting out of your way to be a good guard today, aren't you? Fine." He opens the saddlebag, and inside there is a bottle. "It is a wine I got from a zebra. Are you happy now?"
Jaxler looks at Indigo with disgust. He honestly doesn't care about the bottle anymore, but Indigo's little comment really rubbed him the wrong way. "What the hell do you mean. I do a great job guarding this city."
Indigo bites his lips and closes the saddlebag. Yeah, you get drunk all the time, and mistreat your weapon, but if I start arguing with you now, you will yell at me, and my head hurts. He sights. "Fine. You saved a few ponies from death. Look, I'm really not feeling well now, and want to get this over with, so if you want to argue, lets do that some other time, alright?" Indigo looks at Jaxler with tired expression.
"Fine." answers Jaxler.
The two of them go towards the hospital in silence. At the entrance Indigo turns to Jaxler "I need to talk to Panacea alone, and there is only one exit. So just wait here unless somepony screams or something. It should be quick." He looks at Jaxler, and waits for him to nod or protest.
Jaxler shrugs and leans on the side of the building "I doubt you'd kill anypony, so I'll let you talk in private."
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Indigo enters the hospital, closes the door, then looks around. “Hello Panacea. I need a checkup.” He undresses himself.
Panacea: “A checkup? What's the matter?” She gives him a concerned look, as he goes about the process and turns away from the chest of things, she was organizing.
“Well, I got drunk last night, and I normally don’t drink, so my head hurts. Everything else also hurts, because I got really tired and then Stiletto started to strangle me for using the barracks. Oh, and I haven’t slept the whole night, but slept through most of the day. I feel bad, so I’ve come here.”
Panacea: Panacea's expression grows even more worried, but she gives him a reassuring smile and moves to examine him. “That's some bruising you have there... but it doesn't look too bad. Just a bit of pain from the hangover?” She fetches a small bottle from a shelf and gives it to him. “This should help with that. The bruising should heal on its own. If it gets worse or if it starts to hurt too much, I've got a few things I can give you for that.”
Indigo accepts the bottle and drinks some of it. It tastes... like a medicine, but will alleviate his pain. “Thank you. Just as I hoped, no permanent damage, and the rest will heal itself with some rest. Good.” Indigo nods, opens his saddlebag with telekinesis, and puts a bottle in front of Panacea. “There is another reason I’m here. This is a bottle of special zebra wine with some kind of aphrodisiac. There is still over half it left. I don’t want it, so just hide it somewhere, and give it to some responsible, married couple who want it.”
“Any responsible married couple?” Panacea makes sure.
Indigo shrugs. “Yes, I don’t care who gets it, as long as they are married, responsible and have use for it.” He dresses himself, says goodbye, and exits the hospital.
Panacea looks at the bottle with an air of curiosity as Indigo leaves as abruptly as he came. She'd have to figure out what it was exactly before she let anypony have it. Indigo looked a bit rough, but whether it was from the drink or not she didn't know. It probably wasn't poisonous... maybe she'd give it a small taste later and see if she could identify it...
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Finally the Unicorn walks out. "She said, I'll be fine. Virtue's office next."
Jaxler stops leaning on the side of the build and stretches. "Lead the way then."
They make their way towards the keep. "I think, you should enter with me. I only gave you the short version of what happened last night, and besides this is Virtue, and you were tasked with keeping watch over me. Well, unless you want to find Partisan first." Jaxler shakes his head.
Indigo knocks at Virtue's door, then enters with Jaxler. “Hello Lady Virtue. You probably want to hear my version of what happened last night.”
Virtue: Virtue turns to face him across her desk from the stack of books she was flipping through. “Oh, Indigo! Yes... I think that might be good. I'm a bit hazy on the details...”
“I was just finishing my chores yesterday, when Sekashi, a zebra from the caravan approached me, and said she wanted to spend some time with me, and say goodbye. I often talked to her over the years. In the beginning I mostly wanted feedback on the stone trinkets I make to trade, but she often had some interesting things to say, and we gradually became friends. Or so I thought. She said she wanted to eat dinner with me, and talk before leaving. I got some food from the dining hall, while she brought a ‘special’ wine with her, and we went to my room. Now, just for the record, I’m not aware of any rules against inviting our guests to the dormitory. Anyway, I normally don’t drink alcohol, but she told me, it is rude to deny a gift, so I did.
We talked for a time, then she told me my muscles are stiff, put me on my bed and started giving me a massage. I should have been more suspicious about it, I admit, but it was nice. Her wine had some kind of aphrodisiac in it, and at some point I started getting uncomfortable. Then she told me, she wanted to spend a night with me. Yes, that way. I refused of course, because I’m not married to her, but she started arguing with me, that there is nothing wrong with having sex when not married. She actually did that after the Friesden incident! Anyway eventually she started laughing at me and my morals, and called me a ‘silly pony’. Me! She was laughing at me!” Indigo looks very angry, but closes his eyes, breathes, and calms down enough to continue.
When Indigo looks just about ready to explode, Jaxler switches his position to combat stance, and readies his crossbow.
Virtue is a bit stunned at the outpouring, particularly at the direction the conversation had already taken. “I... um... well, no there's nothing against the rules with inviting somepony to the dorms... but, I, uh...”
“Anyway, I kicked the zebra out, and she left. Then Stiletto came to my room, and started bothering me. Now, just for the record, I see all kinds of perversion she spreads among some of the more naive ponies, and really don’t like her for it. I told her, I had nothing to report, but she was persistent in her questioning, so I told her to buck off. To her credit she almost did, but called me rude.”
Virtue: “Wait... Stiletto?”
“Yes, Stiletto. She has at least two buckfriends, and they got into a fight over her, I think. She also seduced Kat, who used to be my friend. From what I've heard, she will call anypony who sucks up to her “her love”, and let him ride her. I'm inclined to believe these rumors. She calls her depraved ideology ‘love’ and opposing it ‘jealousy’. As if that had anything to do with it.”
Virtue: Virtue is growing quite uncomfortable about things now. Stiletto really was beginning to cause trouble, even if she didn't mean to. She had no idea Indigo was so upset about this though. Words leave her for a moment.
“Anyway, Kat showed up, started banging on my door, calling me rude, insulting, and other such things. I told them both to buck off and leave me alone. Then they started talking to each other something about love. I was rather shocked by what they said at the time, and perked my head out of my room, and they were kissing. Mares! Kissing!”
Virtue: Uncomfortable wasn't the right word anymore, but she didn't know what was. What was she supposed to say to him? She couldn't control what the two did like that... “I... I see...”
“At this point I could barely take it anymore, so I decided to try and get so tired, I’d pass out on the spot. I went running, but that didn’t do the trick. Then I went into the barracks and started hitting a target dummy. Just for the record, I underwent basic military training. I got rather rusty, but I don’t think I’d hurt myself. Oh, and besides I had a hammer, not an axe. When I just started my intensive training (which often causes blackouts after minutes), Stiletto showed up with Kat, blocked the only exit from barracks, and they started yelling at me again. So I told them to buck off and leave me alone. They wouldn’t, so I tried to run away, but Stiletto started strangling me. Again to her credit, she used just enough force to restrain me without causing any lasting damage.
At about this time Partisan showed up, and rescued me. I just about collapsed from exhaustion, and they took me to my room and left there. When I woke up Jaxler was guarding my door, and then we went about the camp so I could clean myself, eat, go to the hospital, and finally come here.”
Jaxler chuckles, but says nothing.
Virtue is speechless. Stiletto choked him? Even if she meant to restrain him that sounded quite harsh.
“So as you can see, I’m not some kind of psychotic pony throwing tantrums. I just had a very rough night. And I don’t think there is a need for the guard to follow me around, but that’s up to you and Partisan of course. I didn’t do anything violent today.”
Jaxler nods.
Virtue: “I... I think I see... I don't think there's any need to have Jaxler shadow you anymore. Are you alright now?”
“Not even close. I mean physically I'm in pain, but Panacea gave me some painkiller, and I should be fine in a few days. The thing is, I was betrayed twice last night, both by ponies I trusted. I'm still shocked and angry about it.” Indigo closes his eyes and slouches.
Virtue gives him another concerned look. "I'm sorry to hear that..." She didn't know what else to say, really. Indigo usually kept to himself, so she couldn't think of much that might console him. Perhaps time to think about it was what he desired and needed more than anything she might could say.
“By the way, are civilians allowed to train in the barracks, when they are not used by the military?”
"Well... as long as they're careful and don't disturb anything, I don't have a problem with it... but you'd have to speak with Halberd to be sure. The armory would probably remain locked, of course, without special permission."
“Oh, I almost forgot. I mentioned getting a 'special' wine from that zebra. I got rid of that wretched thing.”
"Got rid of it? What did you do, just throw it out?" She didn't want any of the children stumbling across it, and hoped he had sense enough to not pour it down the well.
“Well, pouring it on the ground would be wasteful, I wouldn’t sell it, because it is a gift, and I certainly don’t want it to be misused. I left it with Panacea to give to some responsible married couple. That way at least it can be used for something good.”
Virtue: “Oh, alright... I'm sure she'll find a good use for it.”
“I’m hesitating whether to press charges against Stiletto and Kat for harassment. I’ll let it slide this time, I guess. I was really on edge that night, nopony was seriously hurt and I have no witnesses. I will however, want to look over our code of laws tomorrow.” He sighs. “I seem to be unintentionally getting into all sorts of trouble lately, so I want to at least have a general idea about what's in stock for troublemakers.”
Virtue: Virtue shifts nervously in her seat and nods slowly. “Alright... I've got a copy of everything relevant here if you need it.” She really, really hoped it didn't come to him filing charges for one reason or another. She didn't know how she was going to take it if it came to that...
“Oh, one more thing, what can you tell me about the Friesden incident? Carmine asked me for help, but it looks like he doesn’t even acknowledge her being Ocean Breeze’s, and I really don’t know what to tell him. It is probably best if I stay out of this, but he may come to me again.”
Virtue frowns and looks down briefly. “I'm not sure what else there is to say, really. I think you know about as much as I do. At some point Ocean Breeze cheated on Carmine with one of the zebras. When Carmine discovered Friesden wasn't his foal, it's as if he lost his mind. He acts as if she never existed, and doesn't bring up the question of his wife cheating on him at all.”
She adds “It's really sad and confusing. I don't know what to do about it. I was worried what would happen to the poor filly, but at least Glyph has taken her in for now. I'm still hoping Carmine might change his mind and let her back into their family, but so far nothing.”
“I don't know, if he will. I mean he denies her very existence, and seems to be believing it. Glyph might be the next best thing for her, and cares about her.” Indigo frowns “If Carmine comes to me again, I'll tell him what he wanted to know from me. That the filly didn't come from the zebra caravan, and that she has been here for a long time. If he persists, I'll tell him the whole truth, but I really don't know how he'll take it. I'm rather worried about Carmine. His wife did a terrible thing, and then Glyph yelled at him. I really don't want to make matters any worse for him, and I'd rather stay out of it.”
Virtue's expression falls a bit. If she'd hoped Inigo had good news on that she was deluding herself. "I fear it won't get any better either. I worry mostly about little Friesden, but I think Glyph will do as good as anypony but her family could right now." She sighs. "Just say what you think is best to Carmine. I worry about him too."
“Goodbye. Sorry to cause trouble, I know it worried you.”
"It's alright," she says, but her voice is clearly troubled. "I hope you feel better soon."
After the talk with Lady Virtue Jaxler walks off for a drink, and Indigo goes to get some supplies from the stockpile. He is unwell, but there is still one thing to fix. He picks up some carpenter’s tools, glue, putty, brush and paint, and just in case a plank. He goes to his room, and fixes the damage to his bed from kicking it last night. When the work is done, he returns the tools and supplies to the stockpile, cleans his face, eats dinner, goes to the privy and finally back to sleep. Hopefully he is going to feel better tomorrow.
Next: Kat talks with Indigo (http://www.bay12forums.com/smf/index.php?topic=96608.msg3149958#msg3149958)
Post by: jaxler on March 24, 2012, 05:27:53 pm
"Oh then I'll go get it"
Jaxler then starts walking off to his house.
Post by: Khenal on March 24, 2012, 05:36:23 pm
I smile and start to follow Jaxler, motioning for Granite to follow.
"I think you'll like the lute, Granite. It takes a lot of dexterity to play, which is why I think it'll be perfect for you."
Post by: L1wW on March 24, 2012, 05:37:35 pm
"What the hell does dexterity have to do with me?"
Post by: Khenal on March 24, 2012, 06:08:43 pm
I chuckle at Granite a bit.
"I think you know exactly what it has to do with you, Granite. But we should hurry up, you have a hat to collect. And then you can put your hooves to work making music."
Post by: L1wW on March 24, 2012, 06:13:57 pm
"Alright then Flux. What are we waiting for? Let me just say my goodbye's and I'll be off."
((end scene?))
Post by: KingStrongbeard on March 24, 2012, 10:58:57 pm
Jaxler was in the meeting hall sitting in his favorite seat. He had a barrel of booze and some food and was about to drink away another night of boredom when suddenly he saw a familiar militia pony walk by. "yo glaive"
Glaive notices a familiar sight, Jaxler next to a whole barrel of booze, but this time something was different. He was calling out to him. Glaive hesitated for a moment, what did the drunken guard want with him. They'd never really talked before. But he approached the table anyway. "Uh, hello Jaxler, what's going on?"
Jaxler sipped some of his booze "Well, I'm just sitting here and drinking some moonshine."
Taking a seat across from Jaxler, Glaive says, "So I see. Where's your drinking buddy? Little Granite not with you today?"
Jaxler : "um, Granite's been trying to slow down on the drinking recently."
Glaive smiles when he hears this news. "That, that is very good to hear. He's shown up at the stables hungover more than once, when I was there helping out. I considered talking to his parents... anyway, how've you been doing?"
Jaxler shrugs at the question "I haven't been doing to good recently"
Glaive: "Oh, I'm uh, sorry to hear that. Did you want to talk about it?"
Jaxler: "sure, now you know how I'm second in command of the guard, right?"
Jaxler: "Well, one of the new members is trying to snatch away my rank."
Glaive: "Who would try and take your position? Why would they do that?"
Jaxler: "Well Kat is, she thinks that I'm too much of a drunken mess to be second in command"
Glaive thinks, Kat might have a bit of a point, but Glaive thinks back, he can't remember Jaxler ever being too drunk while on duty, though, not being in the guard he couldn't be sure about that. "Well, uh, have you been drunk on duty before? I've seen you drinking after work sure, but you usually seem alert when your on the clock."
Jaxler though for a second "well, I think I've only been drunk while on duty about three times in my entire time serving under Partisan and only once while Kat was a member. though I do have tenancy to show about late and hung over."
Glaive: "Well, if you don't make a habit of it, I don't think you'd have to worry about Partisan or Virtue demoting you. I know you do good work, and you've been around long enough, you deserve your position. Still, probably best, not to give them ammunition to use against you. Maybe, if you try to cut back on the drink, just a smidgen and show up on time from now on then you won't have to worry about what Kat is saying about you."
Jaxler took a swig of booze and said jokingly "If I cut back on drinking then bad things will happen"
Glaive: "What do you mean by that? What bad things could come from being a bit more sober?"
Jaxler: "No offense, but I really don't know you well enough to go into detail."
Glaive decided not to press the issue, it's true he didn't know the Pegasus that well. "I understand, I'll say no more of it. But still, showing up late and hungover, won't help your case to keep your position, you've earned your place, but keeping it might require sacrifices. You'd do well to keep that in mind."
Jaxler sighed "yeah I know, but I really shouldn't haft to.I mean it really just pisses me off that somepony new walks in and tries to steal /my/ position and that /I/ am expected to trust this pony with my life."
Glaive sighs "I can understand your frustrations. But have you confronted Kat about it? I mean, why sit here getting drunk about it, when you can go tell her, what you think of her trying to usurp your position? Or maybe go see the Captain, have you talked to him about it?"
"Well, whenever I talk to Kat we usually end up yelling at each other and if I talk to Partisan about it I'll probably end up sounding paranoid."
Glaive shrugs. "I guess so. Don't really know what else to say, Jaxler, other than that I'd rather have you in the position then Kat, or any of Stiletto's other friends."
Jaxler smiled "thanks"
Glaive stands, "Well Jaxler, it was nice talking to you, we should do this again, but I've got places to be. May the gods watch over your path."
Jaxler chuckled "if there are any gods"
Glaive considered saying something to the pegasus, but decided that now wasn't the time for that. "Good-day Jaxler." bids Glaive as he walks away from the table.
Jaxler waved "see ya later Glaive"
Post by: jaxler on March 25, 2012, 12:44:05 am
Jaxler woke up. He had a nasty head ache and had somehow managed to black out on top of a boulder. When he got up he scanned his surroundings and saw a barrel five feet off in the distance. Jaxler also noticed that his crossbow was a few feet away laying on the ground. He stumbled over and picked it up scanning it for damage when he realized it was unharmed he sighed. Now knowing that his crossbow was unharmed he looked up and saw a young foal was hopping his way.
Post by: Dsarker on March 25, 2012, 12:48:50 am
Friesden was hopping around the fortress. Ever since she'd seen one of the cute little bunnies, she'd decided she wanted to be a bunny. Hop hop hop.
In front of her was a big stallion, and she stopped hopping. "Um, mister? What's your name?"
Post by: jaxler on March 25, 2012, 12:55:10 am
Jaxler looked down at the foal who had just hopped in front of him. "There's no need to call me mister and my name's Jaxler Blackflutes. may I ask what yours is?"
Post by: Dsarker on March 25, 2012, 12:57:31 am
"Okay, mister Jaxler Blackflutes." Friesden hopped a couple of times on the spot. "Meow, meow."
Post by: jaxler on March 25, 2012, 01:06:23 am
Jaxler tilted his head in confusion "I'd prefer if ya just called me Jaxler and um... why are you going meow?"
Post by: Dsarker on March 25, 2012, 01:10:46 am
"I'm a bunny, silly!"
Post by: JaxtalMK2 on March 25, 2012, 02:48:31 pm
I run up, panting a bit and stop next to Friesden. "There you are! I was worried... please don't just wander off like that Friesdizzy..."
Post by: Dsarker on March 25, 2012, 03:27:21 pm
Friesden deflates a bit. "Oh...Okay, almost-dad...sorry..."
Post by: jaxler on March 25, 2012, 03:39:46 pm
Jaxler was surprised that glyph seemed oblivious to his existence "Um... glyph."
Post by: JaxtalMK2 on March 25, 2012, 03:43:42 pm
I jump a bit looking up at Jaxler. "Oh! Sorry... I was so glad that Friesden was alright I didn't see you... guess I should pay more attention." I give Friesden a hug. "It's okay Friesden... I'm not mad, I just didn't know where you went, so I got nervous."
Post by: Dsarker on March 25, 2012, 03:45:17 pm
"Okay!" Friesden hops a bit more. "Meow, meow."
Post by: jaxler on March 25, 2012, 03:50:38 pm
"um Friesden, you know that bunnies don't go meow, right?"
Post by: Dsarker on March 25, 2012, 03:51:49 pm
"I don't know what sound bunnies do make. Meow meow!"
Post by: JaxtalMK2 on March 25, 2012, 03:54:04 pm
I cock my head thinking a bit. "Hmm... neither do I really..." Not exactly true, I knew a lot of noises that bunnies made... but they didn't need to know about those. Nopony but Kat did.
Post by: Dsarker on March 25, 2012, 03:56:22 pm
"Almost-dad! I'm a bunny! Meow meow!"
Post by: jaxler on March 25, 2012, 03:59:51 pm
Jaxler was confused at the foal's last comment "why do you call glyph almost dad?"
Post by: Dsarker on March 25, 2012, 04:01:53 pm
"Because he's like dad but he isn't dad, silly! Meow, meow!" Friesden continues hopping on the spot.
Post by: JaxtalMK2 on March 25, 2012, 04:03:50 pm
I chuckle a bit at Friesden's playing. "Oh? I thought you were a pretty Krylatye odin. Should I start calling you Friesbunny then?" I look over at Jaxler, a hint of a smile still on my face. "I've kinda adopted her, nothing official, but she's been staying with me for a while now."
Post by: jaxler on March 25, 2012, 04:06:31 pm
Glyph's response made Jaxler curious "How long has this been going on, and what about her family, and why is she striped?"
Post by: JaxtalMK2 on March 25, 2012, 04:22:58 pm
I shake my head. "That's a lot of questions... and I'd prefer not to talk about them here. But I've been taking care of her for a good long while now, my little Friesdizzy." I smile again, hoping that Friesden wouldn't notice the questions, she seemed so happy right now...
Post by: Dsarker on March 25, 2012, 04:24:10 pm
Friesden continues hopping around the two, giggling in delight. "Meow, meow, meow! I'm a bunny!"
Post by: jaxler on March 25, 2012, 04:31:29 pm
Jaxler decided not to press the question. glyph probably had a good reason not to share that information in front of the foal, whom was hopping around like a rabbit.
"yes, Friesdizzy you're doing a great job being a bunny."
Post by: Dsarker on March 25, 2012, 04:32:40 pm
"Meow, meow! That's bunny speak for 'because I am a bunny!' Meow, meow!"
Friesden continues to hop around.
Post by: JaxtalMK2 on March 25, 2012, 04:47:25 pm
I laugh again, tousling Friesden's mane. "Well you're a very cute bunny. Of course you're cute no matter what you are."
Post by: Dsarker on March 25, 2012, 04:50:04 pm
"Meow meow. That's bunny speak for 'Thank you almost-dad.' Meow meow!"
She jumps around even more.
Post by: jaxler on March 25, 2012, 04:57:02 pm
the foal's playfulness was so adorable that Jaxler couldn't maintain his composure and smiled for a moment before catching himself. "so, why do ya want to be a bunny?"
Post by: Dsarker on March 25, 2012, 04:59:43 pm
"Because bunnies are so cute and fluffy and nice and they're the best ever!"
Post by: JaxtalMK2 on March 25, 2012, 05:04:01 pm
"But you're cute and fluffy and nice anyways. Besides, Pegasus can fly, that's even more awesome." I give my daughter a hug. "You're already perfect, but it is cute to see you playing pretend."
Post by: Dsarker on March 25, 2012, 05:10:29 pm
"I'm not playing pretend, I'm a bunny! Meow, meow!"
Post by: jaxler on March 25, 2012, 05:15:01 pm
Jaxler was puzzled by the foal's response. "Are ya sure?"
Post by: Dsarker on March 25, 2012, 05:28:04 pm
"Uh-huh! Of course I'm a bunny! Meow, meow!"
She begins hopping around again.
Post by: JaxtalMK2 on March 25, 2012, 05:37:46 pm
I look at Friesden, concerned. "But... you're a pegasus... a beautiful one."
Post by: Dsarker on March 25, 2012, 05:40:13 pm
"Nuh-uh, I'm a bunny! Meow meow meow!"
She continues her hopping around him, giggling all the while.
Post by: jaxler on March 25, 2012, 05:40:57 pm
Jaxler was starting to feel a bit awkward now "um... okay then..."
Post by: JaxtalMK2 on March 25, 2012, 05:45:04 pm
"But... don't you like being a pegasus? Being able to fly through the air."
Post by: Dsarker on March 25, 2012, 05:46:45 pm
"But I like being a bunny! They're so cute, and cuddly, and furry, and warm, and nice, and everything! Almost-dad, can I get a pet bunny? Please?"
Post by: JaxtalMK2 on March 25, 2012, 06:01:13 pm
"I don't know... pets are a lot of work. I'm not sure we would have time to take care of it right..." I give Friesden a hug and a quick nuzzle. "But if you wanna be a bunny just to be cute and all that, you already are, no need to say you're a bunny for that."
Post by: Dsarker on March 25, 2012, 06:05:15 pm
"Awww...Okay then..."
Friesden spots Jaxler's crossbow hanging in a sling. "Mister Jaxler Blackflutes, what's that in your sling?"
Post by: jaxler on March 25, 2012, 06:37:35 pm
Jaxler looked down at his decrepit weapon "oh, that's is my crossbow"
Post by: Dsarker on March 25, 2012, 06:40:27 pm
"That's a cross bow? Why is it cross?"
Post by: JaxtalMK2 on March 25, 2012, 06:45:14 pm
I chuckle at Friesden's question. "That's just the name of the weapon silly." I tousle her mane again. "Dunno why it's called that though, do you know Jaxler?"
Post by: jaxler on March 25, 2012, 06:47:41 pm
Jaxler shrugged "they probably named it a crossbow because the weapon looks like a cross, and because it's a type of bow"
Post by: Dsarker on March 25, 2012, 06:53:16 pm
"Ohhh. Why do you have it?"
Post by: jaxler on March 25, 2012, 06:55:20 pm
Jaxler thought for a moment as he considered a way to describe his his job without traumatizing the foal.
"I have it so that I can make monster go away and protect ponies like you"
Post by: Dsarker on March 25, 2012, 07:00:49 pm
"Oh. Oh! Oh! Can I help make the monster go away? Maybe if I ask nicely they'll leave us alone!"
Post by: jaxler on March 25, 2012, 07:06:58 pm
Jaxler smiled "Well, that depends on the monster. Some monsters listen when you talk, while others won't. Which is why I sometimes haft to use the crossbow."
Post by: Dsarker on March 25, 2012, 07:08:49 pm
"Does the crossbow help you talk to them?"
Post by: jaxler on March 25, 2012, 07:10:18 pm
"it does if they're smart"
Post by: Dsarker on March 25, 2012, 07:11:59 pm
"That's cool! Almost-dad, can I get a crossbow to help me talk with the bunnies?"
Post by: JaxtalMK2 on March 25, 2012, 07:17:08 pm
I chuckle, happy that Jaxler was trying to put his job gently. "No, not yet malutka, you're still not old enough to use a crossbow. Maybe someday though."
Post by: Dsarker on March 25, 2012, 07:21:52 pm
"Awww....Okay then...Can we get a pet bunny then?"
She hops up and down in front of Glyph hopefully.
Post by: JaxtalMK2 on March 25, 2012, 07:26:00 pm
Post by: jaxler on March 25, 2012, 07:27:15 pm
Jaxler looked at glyph then at the adorable little foal and then back to glyph and said "Come on man, you can't say no to that"
Post by: JaxtalMK2 on March 25, 2012, 07:30:13 pm
I laugh and shake my head. "Like I said, I'm just not sure we'd be able to take care of it like we'd need to. I wouldn't want it to be in a place that it wasn't really well taken care of..."
Post by: Dsarker on March 25, 2012, 07:31:08 pm
"I could take care of it! I'll take extra special care of it and I'll feed it every day and do everything!"
Post by: JaxtalMK2 on March 25, 2012, 07:34:45 pm
I think for a bit. "Okay, I'll make you a deal then. There are a few little jobs you could do in the stables, I'll give you a few of them, and if you do well, I'll see about getting a bunny."
Post by: Dsarker on March 25, 2012, 08:10:55 pm
"Okay! Okay! I can do that!"
Friesden hops up and down in happiness. She was going to get a bunny! Maybe not now, but soon!
Post by: jaxler on March 25, 2012, 08:17:33 pm
"Aye Friesden, when you get that bunny make sure you let me know."
Post by: Dsarker on March 25, 2012, 08:19:29 pm
"I will! I will! I will!"
Post by: JaxtalMK2 on March 25, 2012, 08:29:00 pm
I laugh more, before pulling Friesden into a hug. "It's nice to see you so exited. Like I said, show me you can be responsible, and I'll get you one." I nuzzle her a bit. "Guess I should figure out what you're gonna need to take care of it."
Post by: Dsarker on March 25, 2012, 08:30:22 pm
"Thank you thank you thank you thank you so much almost-dad!"
Post by: JaxtalMK2 on March 25, 2012, 08:36:07 pm
"It's no problem malyutka..." His voice drops, to the point where even held in his hooves Friesden can barely hear him. "Anything... for my daughter..."
Post by: Dsarker on March 25, 2012, 08:41:31 pm
Friesden doesn't say anything else, just hugging her almost-dad tight.
((Scene end))
Post by: Khenal on March 25, 2012, 09:44:16 pm
Few ponies would willingly spend their day off digging through the archives in the keep, and likely fewer still would be doing so because of Jaxler. I, however, am... not most ponies. I dig through tomes, looking for everything I can get my hooves on about the happenings of the year 228. Each book is opened to the month of Opal and then quickly replaced.
"Come on... there has to be something about where Jaxler came from... some record of the attack he suffered..."
I continue my search, and eventually find a record of the attack.
"...Oh no..."
Post by: TALLPANZER on March 25, 2012, 09:52:07 pm
Stiletto is at the trade depot, reading a letter. Next to her is a large coffer. "Elend, wirklich?"
Flux wanders into the trade depot, intending to shop some. When he notices Stiletto, though, he smiles and walks over to her.
Stiletto smiles at Flux and opens a wing for him. "Hello meine freundlichsten Liebe."
"Hello Stiletto, my Beautiful One. How are you today?"
"Umm, I do not know the midpony word for this feeling, verwirrt is the word I would use though."
"Verwirrt?" Flux notices the large coffer. "Uh... did your family send you something again?"
"Yes they did, money, to buy a house."
Flux looks a bit confused. "To buy a house? But... you have an apartment?"
Stiletto sighs and nods. "Yes, a very large and well furnished apartment. My parents refer to it as 'Below my station' among other things."
Flux is obviously not getting it. "So they say you have to have a house? Um... but I don't think there are any houses to be bought?"
"They sent enough money for me to have one built. I guess I should find a place for it."
Flux raises an eye at the coffer, then looks back to Stiletto. "Um, ya. There's not a whole lot of room within the walls any more."
"Yes, but there is the hill nearby. I will need to remove the current occupants first though."
"Uh, current occupants?"
"Honey Badger ponies, three or maybe four of them. The coffer has the money in it, three million bits, do you think that will be enough?"
Flux's jaw drops."Three... million?!"
"Yes, It think that is how much these platinum bard are worth."
Flux sits down roughly as the full force of Stiletto's status hits him, looking slightly dazed.
Stiletto puts the letter down and picks up Flux in her forelegs. "I guess I should have explained more about my family."
Flux nods dumbly.
"My mother is a top ranked military official and my father is a diplomat, and I told about my great Uncle, Challenger Longshanks."
Flux nods again, still looking a bit overwhelmed.
Stiletto hugs Flux close. "There is nothing for you to worry about though. You can come and live with me when it is done."
Flux seems to return to his senses as Stiletto holds him, able to lay aside his worries, at least for a moment, in her loving embrace. "Um... really?"
"Of course. You and Glyph and Kat too."
Flux thinks for a few moments when Stiletto mentions Glyph and Kat, considering Stiletto's culture and odd rules for love.
"Um... Stiletto?"
"Yes Flux?"
"You, uh, said that ponies earn loves for doing amazing things? What... what happens if a pony falls in love with more than they've earned?"
Stiletto looks a bit surprised "Oh, umm, that has never really happened. The system is somewhat set up so that does not happen."
"Um... never?"
"Well, Iceberg did technically go over, but then he earned one for being such a skilled lover. And then he invented a new type of bath."
Flux looks down, deep in troubling thought.
Stiletto tilts her head. "What is wrong meine freundlichsten Liebe?"
Flux keeps his gaze down, feebly trying to deflect the question. "Um... just thinking..."
Stiletto isn’t letting him off that easily. "Thinking what?"
Flux looks back up to Stiletto, looking deep into her eyes and feeling immensely conflicted. “...Um..."
Stiletto sighs heavily "You're doubting yourself again, are you not?"
"Um... maybe? I'm, uh... just having to... accept my, um, limitations..."
Stiletto looks confused. "What limitations... wait, did you finally get another Liebe? You should have three by my count."
Flux looks shocked. "Wha... three? What?"
"Yes, one for your kindness, one for your life saving traps, and one for you. Did I miss one?"
Flux simply looks dumbfounded and disbelieving.
Stiletto kisses Flux on the cheek.
At the kiss, he progresses from shock to mild panic, still having trouble processing what Stiletto has just said.
She nuzzles his mane. "So what were you worried about?"
"But, I'm not... I'm just... Three?!"
"Yes three."
"But... I don't... I'm not..."
"You do not what?"
Flux takes a few deep breaths, trying to calm himself enough to at least say a full sentence.
Stiletto smiles and cradles Flux in her forelegs. "Take your time."
Flux does, and the combination of focusing on breathing and being held by Stiletto eventually calms his nerves. "I haven't done anything great. Anypony could have made the traps, and... and kindness shouldn't be so exceptional..."
"You think too little of your achievements. When I first arrived, not one pony would even get near me, never mind try to talk to me. You though, you made me feel beautiful again."
Flux blushes.
"Your kindness is truly exceptional, it made me love you like a madmare. The amazing traps you created have saved countless lives, again excellence, and your musical skill will most assuredly earn another Liebe for you."
Flux looks a bit overwhelmed, but doesn't argue with Stiletto. Instead, he gently nuzzles her as emotional tears begin to well up.
Stiletto nuzzles Flux and kisses his tears. "Now tell me what it is that brought you to think about this so hard?"
"Um... Kat."
Stiletto smiles "She is lovely, is she not?"
"Um, yes. She's also so... bold. She's so daring, brave... unstoppable."
Stiletto grins impishly and whispers, "Unstoppable? You have already 'tested her endurance'?"
Flux blushes furiously, and stammers for a few moments before calming down enough to answer her. "Um, no. We've uh, barely... kissed."
Stiletto hides them both in her wings. "Like this?" She kisses Flux softly on the lips. "Or like this?" She tightens her embrace and kisses Flux deeply.
Flux kisses Stiletto back, warm and safe behind her wings. Once the kiss eventually breaks, he again blushes.
"Um, like... this." He gives Stiletto a peck on the cheek, just like he had with Kat.
Stiletto giggles. "Oh, play kisses. She will 'warm up' to you very quickly, I would wager many bits on that fact."
"Um, she says I'm... nice."
"That is an understatement if I have ever heard one."
Flux smiles, looking lovingly into Stiletto's eyes. "You, my Beautiful One, are a flatterer."
Stiletto nuzzles Flux closely, a wide smile on her face all the while. "I speak as close to the truth as I can, mein..." she concentrates a moment, "My most kind love."
Post by: jaxler on March 25, 2012, 11:25:13 pm
(http://i198.photobucket.com/albums/aa176/Kryptid/FluxAvatar.jpg)
Few ponies would willingly spend their day off digging through the archives in the keep, and likely fewer still would be doing so because of Jaxler. I, however, am... not most ponies. I dig through tomes, looking for everything I can get my hooves on about the happenings of the year 228. Each book is opened to the month of Opal and then quickly replaced.
"Come on... there has to be something about where Jaxler came from... some record of the attack he suffered..."
I continue my search, and eventually find a record of the attack.
"...Oh no..."
19th of opal, 228
After decades years of steady decay the nation of Topoireneis crumbled to its end.
Sense the beginning of recorded history Topoireneis had been at war with the neighboring Domidian civilizations, neither side gaining an edge on the other until alicorn / Pegasus wars during which the country’s military was nearly annihilated (more than 60% of the population were pegasus ponies). After Topoireneis military was crippled the Domidians began to start winning battles and eventually started to claim land. Even with a crippled military the country was able to effectively slow down the Domidian’s onslaught. After decades of slow destruction the Domidians war machine finally reached Topoireneis’s capital (and only surviving) city. The city was seen as impenetrable, mainly because of its great wall which ascended into the very havens. The Domidians tried to capture the city for 7 years before they finally realized they couldn’t breach the great city with their meager forces, so they hired mercenaries. The mercenary group they hired was comprised of alicorns and known as the “die dämonischen Engel” and was renowned for their legendary mastery of pyromancy. With their help the Domidians were capable of taking the city's wall after months of sieging. With wall captured the city was practically defenseless. As opposed to going house to house and sacking the city the Domidians asked the die dämonischen Engel to destroy the city in quickest way possible. The die dämonischen Engel then decided to test an experimental spell that required the group to channel their power. The spell effectively harvested the very essence of the sun and rained hell fire upon the city and the very town cooked inside its own wall. Thus ending Topoireneis.
Due to the Domidian’s normal brutality there are virtually no survivors of the civilization.
Post by: Khenal on March 25, 2012, 11:52:47 pm
I stare at the page, dumbstruck. The obliteration of an entire nation, reduced to a simple report.
'It's no wonder he didn't want to talk about it, and hates alicorns... I need to talk to him!'
I rush outside to search for Jaxler. I don't know what I'll say to him, but I know I need to talk to him.
Post by: jaxler on March 26, 2012, 12:01:54 am
Jaxler was in the meeting hall drinking some booze, when he saw a frantic looking stallion come in and start walking toward him.
"Hay Flux, what's the mater?"
Post by: Khenal on March 26, 2012, 12:26:04 am
I had almost calmed down by the time I found Jaxler. As I approach him, however, I start thinking about what must have happened to him. Tears start to form as I imagine what it'd be like to witness everypony I love be burnt to cinders. The loss, the pain... I collapse in front of him, crying my eyes out and sobbing incoherent words at Jaxler.
Post by: jaxler on March 26, 2012, 12:29:31 am
Jaxler was shocked to see Flux collapse in front of him. "TELL ME WHO DID THIS. If somepony hurt you I'll beat the living crap out em"
Post by: Khenal on March 26, 2012, 12:46:30 am
Through my sobs, I manage out a single word.
"T-T-Top-po-poiren-n-neis..."
Post by: jaxler on March 26, 2012, 12:48:29 am
Jaxler tilted his head in confusion.
"What?"
Post by: Khenal on March 26, 2012, 01:00:40 am
'Pull it together, Flux! How do you expect to help him when you're dissolved into a puddle of tears?'
I take a few moments to try to calm myself, or at least to speak clearly. I stand and sniffle, rubbing my face to try to remove the tears. They don't stop flowing, but they at least slow.
"I... I was l-looking through th-the archives to t-try to find out what h-h-happened to you. O-Opal 19, 228: The F-Fall of T-T-Topoireneis..."
Post by: jaxler on March 26, 2012, 01:06:06 am
"Why the hell did you..."
Post by: Khenal on March 26, 2012, 03:04:40 pm
"B-Because I w-wanted to h-help. I thought... if maybe I knew what happened... I could help..."
Post by: jaxler on March 26, 2012, 03:14:23 pm
Jaxler took a swig of booze and said somberly "I already told you that some ponies in this world are beyond help."
Post by: Khenal on March 26, 2012, 03:26:54 pm
"I d-don't believe that, Jaxler. N-Not for a s-second."
Post by: jaxler on March 26, 2012, 03:34:13 pm
"If you refuse to believe that simple truth then you'll end up in the same hell that the pony your trying to help is in."
Post by: Khenal on March 26, 2012, 03:35:37 pm
"Then... then maybe we could find a way out, together..."
Post by: jaxler on March 26, 2012, 03:37:11 pm
"Heh,Then welcome to the valley of the damned... So, how much do you know?"
Post by: Khenal on March 26, 2012, 04:05:38 pm
"A lot... um... and nothing. The report... only had an overview. I, uh, know what happened to them, but... not to you."
Post by: jaxler on March 26, 2012, 04:12:37 pm
"You really don't want to know what happened to me"
Post by: Khenal on March 26, 2012, 04:14:45 pm
"I, um, do want to know. That's... why I asked, Jaxler."
Post by: jaxler on March 26, 2012, 05:08:40 pm
Jaxler sighed "On Opal 19, 228 I was walking down a street when suddenly there was a flash of blinding light. When I woke up I had a hole in my side and everything around me was on fire. I managed to burn my wound shut and then I blacked out again. When I faded back into consciousness everything was cinders and ash... Well, Everything except for this." Jaxler then pointed his hoof at his crossbow.
Post by: Khenal on March 26, 2012, 05:18:49 pm
"B-But... your family... y-your friends...?"
Post by: jaxler on March 26, 2012, 06:03:12 pm
"Almost all my family died to an epidemic when I was 2 years old. So, The only family I lost during the siege was my Grandfather. And as for friends, nopony would ever dream of befriending a lowly thief like myself."
Post by: Khenal on March 26, 2012, 06:12:27 pm
I reach up to place a reassuring hoof on Jaxlers withers.
"Um, I'm your friend... right? And, uh, you aren't a thief, Jaxler. You... you protect ponies... you saved my life..."
Post by: jaxler on March 26, 2012, 06:15:23 pm
"I suppose we are friends and your right, I'm not a thief anymore." Jaxler then Gazed over to his crossbow and sighed.
Post by: Khenal on March 26, 2012, 06:19:52 pm
I look to his crossbow as well, finally seeing the wear it's taken in Jaxler's long journy.
"It's... been your only companion for so long... hasn't it?"
Post by: jaxler on March 26, 2012, 06:23:25 pm
Jaxler nods and adds "It used to be masterwork"
Post by: Khenal on March 26, 2012, 06:33:56 pm
I try to think of something to say about the crossbow, but I know woefully little about them.
"It... um... must be pretty dependable?"
I try to shift the topic from the weapon and hope to lift the mood a bit.
"So... um, what do we drink... in the Valley of the Damned?"
Post by: jaxler on March 26, 2012, 06:41:44 pm
Jaxler shrugged "moonshine, I guess."
Post by: Khenal on March 26, 2012, 06:50:42 pm
We talk and drink for a long while. Well, I tried to talk a lot more than drinking, I can't hold my alcohol nearly as well as Jaxler. I don't recall very much what we talked about after that, I woke up the next day draped over the ballista in the caverns with a splitting headache. My first thought was for some water. My second thought was to talk to some of the craftsponies around the fort. Jaxler deserved to have his crossbow in proper condition.
Post by: Kryptid on March 26, 2012, 10:09:21 pm
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Eeyup.
Post by: Telgin on March 26, 2012, 11:14:16 pm
I'll see about getting the claimed pony avatars up and posted some time this week though.
Post by: Khenal on March 27, 2012, 03:19:13 pm
Flux' Journal
Today was fairly busy, Journal. I talked with the bowyer about repairing Jaxler's crossbow, and it's going to be very pricy to do. My meager savings won't be even close, even if I hadn't already had a plan for them. I got a small steel ingot for the jeweler today, and they even had a lapis lazuli in my price range. It's nothing compared to the jewelry Stiletto must be used to, but I hope she'll like the amulet I commissioned for her.
I wonder if the bowyer might take a trade for the repair work? It feels a bit dishonest to have only payed 500 bits for it, then turn around and trade it for thousands of bits worth of repairs, but that crossbow means the world to him. I'll at least ask. I guess the worst the bowyer could say is no.
Post by: Kryptid on March 27, 2012, 04:59:51 pm
Sarissa's Journal - 6th Galena, 258
Excellent! I got another chance to do what I was born to do today! The caravan of stripeys that showed up today was attacked by badger pony thieves, and I managed to kill one! Ha! How do you like that? I planted my axe right down the middle of his back! That'll teach him to interfere in our affairs! All other thieves better think twice before pulling a stunt like that. Tomorrow, I'll get to cleaning the skull so that I can add it to my trophy collection. Peeling away the flesh is not the most enjoyable task in the world, but the final result is more than worth it.
Well, that was the highlight of the day. I seriously need to get more sleep. I've been having those stupid dreams again. You know, back when I was filly? All of those other ponies making fun of me for my weight? I've come a long way since then, but my ideal figure still eludes me. Those few stubborn pounds just won't turn loose of my frame. At least now I've got the skill and weaponry needed to silence any of my critics if they dare make snide comments about my appearance!
Also, there seriously seems to be some problems here at the fort in regards to proper relationship etiquette. Apparently, one of our ponies had an adulterous affair with a stripey. Adultery is bad enough in itself, but with a stripey?! It's not natural. Our two kinds should not mix. Plus, there are other unwholesome rumors of unusual relationships going on around the fort. I just want to facehoof whenever I think about it. Why must I dwell among them?
On top of all of that, I was rather disappointed that our dear Virtue would give extra food to the stripeys. We don't need to spoil them with free luxuries produced through our hard work. Who's to say they won't take advantage of our trusting nature and stab us in the back some day? They're a strange bunch, they are.
EDIT: I didn't really like the first way I typed it. I'm going to be using normal English instead. That's much easier.
Post by: Khenal on March 28, 2012, 03:33:55 pm
High above Dawnpick, a beautiful and haunting melody can be heard upon the wind. I stand on a cloud with Stiletto, playing for my Beautiful Love on the piccolo. Her magic allows me to stay up here as I weave her song. It starts calm and quiet, happy and beautiful, before slowly starting to become more hardened. Soon, though, a happy harmony joins the melody, and takes on a joyous sound, dancing on the wind. Eventually, the happy harmony fades, and the melody is lost on it's own again, slowly hardening once more. Just as it seems the song might end, another harmony joins in, simple and caring, drawing the melody to again soften. The simple harmony and beautiful melody uplift eachother, filling in chords and making each better. The song ends with the harmony and melody almost dancing around each other, with just a hint of the first harmony joining in, almost watching over them.
As I finish, I lower the piccolo to smile at Stiletto, my Beautiful Love.
Post by: bukitodinos on March 28, 2012, 03:41:51 pm
(http://i.imgur.com/0N1Iy.jpg)
Post by: jaxler on March 28, 2012, 03:57:55 pm
http://cbe003.chat.mibbit.com/?channel=%23Dawnpick&server=irc.mibbit.net
Post by: TALLPANZER on March 28, 2012, 04:06:02 pm
Stiletto had been enthralled by Flux's song, she had swayed to the sound of each note, carefully so as not to rock the large cloud they had found. Now her eyes fluttered open, and she smiles softly at her kindest love. With great care she embraces him with her forelegs and wings, kissing his neck and then nuzzling his mane.
"That was wonderful. You are so talented Flux. I am proud of all of the work you have put into this new excellence."
A wineskin filled with sunshine floats from her saddle bag to hovering in front of Flux, as Stiletto returns him to the surface of the cloud
"This was a wonderful idea, my kindest love."
Post by: Khenal on March 28, 2012, 04:33:34 pm
I smile at Stiletto and accept a drink of Sunshine.
"Thank you, my Beautiful Love. I... was hoping you'd like it."
I carefully put away the piccolo in my own saddlebag, and pull out something wrapped in a simple cloth. I smile up at her as I present it, lost in her eyes.
"I, um, hope you like this, too..."
Post by: Telgin on March 28, 2012, 05:25:32 pm
The next fort update won't happen this week, so I'll try to get the avatars up when I post the update.
Post by: TALLPANZER on March 28, 2012, 06:55:36 pm
Stiletto slowly unwraps the the gift with her magic
"I love any gift you would give. I know thought and effort would be put into it. Just like your songs, and wonderful traps."
Post by: Khenal on March 28, 2012, 07:35:46 pm
(http://i198.photobucket.com/albums/aa176/Kryptid/FluxAvatar.jpg)
I watch anxiously as Stiletto unwraps the amulet I commissioned for her. It's fairly simple, but polished to a mirror shine: accentuating the lapis lazuli in the center and making the inscription on the back clear as day to read.
Post by: TALLPANZER on March 28, 2012, 08:40:51 pm
The amulet hovers in the air and rotates slowly. Light shines down on to it, illuminating each gem facet as Stiletto looks on with a mixture of aw and happiness.
"Oh Flux, it is absolutely amazing, did you make this for me?"
Smaller clouds begin to pull closer to the main cloud, pulled in by Stiletto's magic.
Post by: Khenal on March 28, 2012, 08:43:35 pm
I scuff a hoof in the cloud, wishing I had the skill to make something like the amulet.
"Um, no. I, uh, commissioned it for you. I picked out the steel and the gem, but had to ask the jeweler to make it."
Post by: TALLPANZER on March 28, 2012, 08:48:33 pm
Stiletto smiles and slips the amulet around her neck and turns her head about to show it to him
"You remembered all the things I like, How dose it look on me?"
The smaller clouds begin to form an arch over the larger cloud
Post by: Khenal on March 28, 2012, 08:59:01 pm
I beam at Stiletto, overjoyed that she likes the amulet.
"It pales next to you, my Beautiful Love."
Post by: TALLPANZER on March 28, 2012, 11:38:11 pm
Stiletto takes Flux into her forelegs again as the clouds surround them. She kisses him passionately as she rolls over onto her back in the cloud house they now find themselves in.
"We are alone now you know."
Post by: Khenal on March 29, 2012, 12:09:43 am
I smile down at my Beautiful Love, resting on the soft fur of her chest and belly.
"I love you, Stiletto. My Schöne Liebe..."
((Fade to black, nothing to see here folks, move along :P))
Post by: jaxler on March 29, 2012, 03:47:53 pm
Jaxler woke up laying on the ground. When he got up he realized that he had a splitting head ache and he was a few feet away from a barrel which his crossbow sat on top of. After walking over and inspecting his crossbow for damage he realized he was just outside the smith's shop. Jaxler decided to walk in, seeing as he needed to get some bore bolts for his crossbow.
Post by: bukitodinos on March 29, 2012, 03:52:12 pm
yes jaxler?
Post by: jaxler on March 29, 2012, 03:59:09 pm
Post by: bukitodinos on March 29, 2012, 04:02:46 pm
Post by: jaxler on March 29, 2012, 04:06:48 pm
"yeah, copper is fine."
Post by: bukitodinos on March 29, 2012, 04:10:43 pm
there ya go last o' the bars.
(o by the way balsa is not my wife.)
Post by: jaxler on March 29, 2012, 04:18:24 pm
"so, how has the whole smithing thing been going for ya recently?"
Post by: bukitodinos on March 29, 2012, 08:45:00 pm
Post by: jaxler on March 29, 2012, 08:50:54 pm
Jaxler gazed over to Castiron "Please don't yell, I have freakin hangover."
Post by: bukitodinos on March 29, 2012, 09:30:02 pm
Post by: jaxler on March 29, 2012, 09:33:49 pm
"Well if I lost my crossbow I'd probably go insane, but why can't you practice your craft?"
Post by: bukitodinos on March 29, 2012, 10:06:46 pm
Post by: jaxler on March 29, 2012, 10:16:14 pm
"So... there might be some bars in the stockpile. I could help carry some back here if you lower the price on those bolts"
Post by: bukitodinos on March 29, 2012, 10:30:58 pm
(http://i.imgur.com/0N1Iy.jpg)
fine, and ya know what? il even poisen tip them!on the house.
Post by: jaxler on March 29, 2012, 10:36:20 pm
Jaxler thought to himself for a moment "what kind of poison?"
Post by: bukitodinos on March 30, 2012, 07:15:24 am
*castiron smiles*
ahh.. lead my friend is a powerful tool...have a small stock pile of it. but i can't use it for anything else. For... obvious reasons
Post by: Psalms01 on March 30, 2012, 12:52:54 pm
…
Would be nice to join you all in jolly co-operation.
I sake my claim for the Unicorn mare Kiln who I wish named Amor?
At your willful alacrity Telgin, I desire little deviation from the mare’s physical appearance in her portrait. I do request for her hair to be of an unkempt curly nature and her horn to be a (extremely) lighter color to her coat. That is if she is not reserved for someone else.
Post by: Telgin on March 30, 2012, 03:19:35 pm
I'll be getting all of the new avatars up along with the next fort update some time early next week I think, so I'll batch her in with the rest.
Post by: jaxler on March 30, 2012, 04:35:53 pm
"i'll just take the lowered price"
Post by: bukitodinos on March 30, 2012, 04:53:46 pm
ok, fine.
Post by: KingStrongbeard on March 30, 2012, 04:55:58 pm
(http://dl.dropbox.com/u/41621737/GlaiveAvatarDorfbeard.jpg)(http://i1135.photobucket.com/albums/m638/bradshja/FalcataAvatar.jpg)(http://i198.photobucket.com/albums/aa176/Kryptid/VirtueAvatar.jpg)(http://dl.dropbox.com/u/49097621/Friesdizzy.jpg)
The autumn sun soars high in the sky as the ponies of Dawnpick gather in the open space in front of their dining hall. The trees are all ablaze with the many vibrant reds and fiery oranges of the autumn season, creating a warm, cosy atmosphere as the vast majority of the ponies take their seats in rows on two sides of an empty column, facing the front. Before them stands Glaive and the Baroness, Lady Virtue. The bearded unicorn is dressed in a formal military uniform, dark in color with chains of gold and buttons of silver, with his armored boots of polished steel shining in the sunlight, and Lady Virtue is dressed in her familiar blue dress, the best she owned if a bit mundane for someone of noble status. Glaive’s thoughts are swirling in his head; he is nervous, not about being married to the most wonderful pony he knows, but about the ceremony that was almost imminent.
While everypony else is enjoying the fresh air and natural beauty of autumn outside, Falcata finds herself standing somewhat apprehensively inside the hall itself, screened from view by the heavy, oaken double doors, which are closed firmly in front of her. She is dressed in a lighter version of her usual armour, her gold-embedded peytral polished to such a degree that it almost seems to radiate a lustrous glow, even in the relatively dim indoor light. In addition to her usual armour, she wears a long, white, flowing gown, most of which would trail along the ground as she walks.
Again, she glances towards the doors, wishing that she could see through them instead of merely being able to hear the burble of many ponies conversing outside. The only cue she and little Friesden, the yellow, stripy flowerfilly, would be getting would be a sudden hush as Virtue silenced the crowd, once everything was ready. I wish there was a window or something so I could see outside What if I start daydreaming and miss the cue because I’m not listening? No, wait, Friesden will be going out first, won’t she? Of course she will; but what if I miss her leaving? No, don’t be silly, you couldn’t miss those great big doors opening if you tried, Falcata. Relax.
As the pegasus idly stands there, repeatedly running over the planned sequence of events again and again, determined not to let anything go wrong, the noise from outside dies down abruptly. Swallowing a lump of apprehension, she watches as Friesden bounces up to the door and opens it wide, almost bouncing out of her skin in happiness.
As Virtue quiets the crowd, Glaive swallows and looks toward the door. Flux raises his instrument to his muzzle and begins to play, and then the huge hall doors begin to open.
Friesden bounces forward in the aisle between the two columns of seats, scattering flower petals from a little container hanging from her neck. “Meow, meow!” she said in happiness, which was bunnyspeak for “This is so fun!” She continued to bounce forward, scattering the flower petals.
The wooden doors having been opened, Falcata steps hesitantly forward, slightly daunted by the vast array of ponies arranged before her. The multicoloured display is somewhat intimidating for the pegasus, who generally preferred to avoid being the centre of attention, let alone walking out in front of a crowd so large to participate in a highly formal ceremony. Silently, she runs her mind over her prepared speech for the umpteenth time, Her flagging resolve soon strengthens itself again, though, upon her catching sight of Glaive and Virtue, the two already standing in a clearing in front of the crowd, at the end of a path leading from the hall’s entrance. Even from this distance, she can clearly tell that Glaive is even more nervous than she is, and she’s fairly amused at the thought. Still, all he has to do is stand there; she has a long, slow walk to be getting on with, and Flux has already started the wedding march, the sound of his perfectly-tuned bronze lyre carrying high and clear through the otherwise silent day.
Best hoof forwards, then.
Following the trail of brightly coloured flowers Friesden was happily and enthusiastically throwing everywhere, Falcata proceeds towards the bearded unicorn, a warm smile already taking up residence on her face. That uniform really suits him. Almost looks too stylish for him to have come up with, I wonder who he got his fashion advice from? I’ll have to get it out of him somehow. With each step she takes, more and more of the tension caused by the large audience melts away, her bearing and poise becoming more self-assured.
As Falcata makes her way out of the hall and into Glaive’s line of sight, the unicorn stands awestruck by her. Her flowing white gown, coupled with her shining gold plate and flaming red mane made her look stunning. She had never looked as beautiful to him as she did now. As the triumphant, lilting music plays and she grows closer, he watches her approach and looks into her golden eyes from afar. He offers her a smile, though he fears it betrays his nervousness. The crowd while mostly silent, let out a few murmurs at the sight of her in her gown. Glaive tries to block out the thought of the crowd of ponies staring at them, and to instead focus on Falcata, his very soon to be wife.
Eventually coming to the end of the line, Falcata maneuvers herself deftly into place by Glaive’s side. Catching his eye, she flashes him a grin, her previous anticipation having totally transformed itself into excitement and joy, now that the moment she’d been longing for had finally arrived. Shuffling her hooves and fidgeting slightly, she gazes with interest as Virtue starts the ceremony.
She looks out over the crowd and offers a warm smile. “Friends and family of Dawnpick, we are gathered here today to witness and celebrate the union of Glaive Regshetbeth and Falcata Odomgeles in marriage. In the years they have been together, their love and understanding of each other has grown and matured, and now they have decided to live their lives together as husband and wife.
“True marriage is more than joining the bonds of marriage of two ponies; it is the union of two hearts. It lives on the love you give each other and never grows old, but thrives on the joy of each new day. Marriage is love. May you always be able to talk things over, to confide in each other, to laugh with each other, to enjoy life together, and to share moments of quiet and peace, when the day is done. May you be blessed with a lifetime of happiness and a home of warmth and understanding.”
She looks to the couple. “Glaive and Falcata, today you choose each other before your family and friends, to begin your life together. For all the tomorrows that follow, you will choose each other over and again, in the privacy of your hearts. Let your love and friendship guide you as you learn and grow together.” Her eyes return to the crowd. “We will now hear the couple’s vows.”
When it becomes time for Glaive to speak his piece to Falcata, he looks deep into her topaz eyes and then, without breaking his gaze, he begins: “I, Glaive Regshetbeth, take you, Falcata Odomgeles, to be my wife, knowing in my soul that you will be my constant friend, my faithful partner in life, and my one true love. On this day, I offer to you in the name of Reg Keepersearches ((male unicorn god of loyalty)) and in the presence of all those in attendance my sacred vow to stay by your side as your faithful husband in sickness and in health, in joy and in sorrow, through the good times and the bad.
I promise to love you without reservation, to honor and respect you, to provide for your needs as best I can, to protect you from harm, to comfort you in times of distress, to grow with you in mind and spirit, to always be open and honest with you, and cherish you for as long as we both shall live.”
Virtue turns her eyes to Falcata, a smile forming on her face as she ushers the mare on.
Falcata beams at Glaive's well-delivered vows, chuckling slightly to herself. By the book, Glaive, by the book. I hope you'll approve, dear, because I'm doing this a bit less traditionally. And I've gone over this a thousand times already, so bugger changing anything, else I’ll only get confused. Oh, I hope this goes well... Giving a short nod to Glaive, she breaks eye contact, turning to face the assembled crowd, Falcata takes a single step towards them, tilting her head back to leave the scars on her throat clearly visible. She calls out in a strong, clear voice, making sure that it would carry far enough to be audible to everypony present. "Bear witness, each and every one of you all, to Glaive Regshetbeth; he who many months past slew the fell beast of legend, Cog Bisekurist Gulgunorshet, may its name be forever damned. In achieving this heroic feat, not only did he ensure the safety of all the lands from its poisonous, vile influence, but he, Glaive Regshetbeth, did save my life on that day, delivering me from an otherwise ignoble and bloody death!" Speaking with a frenetic passion and with her eyes seeming to burn with intensity, she paces back and forth rapidly before the crowd, occasionally punctuating one of her points with a vehement stamp of a forehoof.
“Remember, if you will, his selfless actions many years ago, when he earned the right to bear the artifact shield known as the Touch of Leaves. Remember the way in which he unrelentingly gave chase to his elusive quarry, the scurrying, foalnapping badger pony, and saved another life by virtue of his tenacity and determination!” she proclaims, suddenly raising a forehoof to gesture at Sienna and Hickory, the mother and daughter situated side by side as they watch the proceedings.
"Let it be known that I, Falcata Odomgeles, do love and cherish him with all my heart, for he is a pony of honour and of kindness, of valour and of gentleness, of pure soul and of unequalled integrity. For these reasons, for his legendary feats and for our mutual, undying and eternal love, I, Falcata Odomgeles, by the grace of Tolun Peacefulrights ((Unicorn God of happiness)) do find this unicorn, Glaive Regshetbeth, worthy, and I do pledge myself wholly to him as his wife, in accordance with the vows he himself has today laid as a foundation for our unending, binding unity." Head now bowed, she finishes her speech, moving back towards Virtue and her love.
Glaive is taken by surprise by Falcata’s sudden nontraditional speech, but he is touched by her words all the same. His nerves now almost completely calmed, he watches her as she reassumes her place beside him before he turns to Virtue, listening as she begins to speak once more.
Virtue is moved by the pegasus’ words. It was all true, of course. Dawnpick was a much better place from both their actions, and she couldn’t think of anypony else the two should be with. It takes her a moment to compose herself, and she continues, “By the power vested in me by the kingdom of Coupledye and the barony of Dawnpick, I now pronounce you husband and wife.” She smiles broadly. “You may now kiss.”
Glaive locks eyes with Falcata for a moment, before grabbing her in his forelegs, pulling her in tight, and planting the deepest, longest, most vigorous and most passionate kiss he had ever given her upon her lips. The crowd stands and stomps their hooves on the ground in celebrations, a few playful calls and shouts can be heard as well. The two lovestruck ponies do not separate for a long time, but when they eventually do so, they run off together to join the celebrations with the other ponies. The ceremony was finished, but the day was still young, and there was much to celebrate.
FIN
Post by: jaxler on March 30, 2012, 06:53:45 pm
(http://i.imgur.com/jBsb1.jpg)
ok, fine.
(http://i1135.photobucket.com/albums/m638/bradshja/JaxlerAvatar-1.jpg)
Jaxler walked out of the building and made his way to the stockpile. after finding a bin of copper he came back to the metalsmith's forge.
"Okay, I got the copper. So, how many bits is this gonna cost me?"
Post by: bukitodinos on March 30, 2012, 07:13:32 pm
Post by: jaxler on March 30, 2012, 08:11:38 pm
"Oh, then I'll take 50."
Jaxler then took out fifty bits.
Post by: Psalms01 on March 31, 2012, 12:19:49 am
(The seventeenth day of Galena in the two-hundred-fifty-eighth year of the Mythic Age)
I hollowly scream as a feign mute, trampling my hoofs into the Highwood bed to muffle my exhibited seething. Jumping down from the jumbled furniture where I rest my head at night, to the rough cinnabar floor causing it to sound out in protest. I sneak with my barrel almost causing friction with the floor; I reach my destination under the green-glass window. The glass was true to its name as around the edges of the acacia wood frame, the glass was an opaque lime tint but nearer the center, it allowed light through and with that sight.
The copper coat mare crept from below the window frame and peered out with ears swept back.
Look at them unaware of the spy that dwells among them, how she watches their every action and if willed their very thoughts. If the Unicorn were a emissary of evil, oh what malicious she could sow. Her brains grasps many spells, one such would allow her to slowly let seep the mercury in the cinnabar floors, no-pony would be the wiser as they slowly turned insane. “Oh, Master why you imparted such vile intellect into my psyche?” I muffled the words. Ponies strolled on the shale road outside my quarters, which lays on the ground level, and that is how I desire it… for now.
She sets on her romp further from the window, anger building and falling with every deep inhale and exhale.
Why the Crown seen to propel me on this mission was no puzzle but why the clandestine nature? For these five years in Dawnpick, I was to live as impostor among good ponies before those years, three more traveling the kingdom as some mock regal engraver. I would achieve anything for the Princess and King; my will is their will… but this causes my heart to smell of brimstone. Sometimes the lies become the reality and the truth becomes a cadaver. “I am not some Common Cuckoo.” More words subdued by my lips.
A telekinetic field envelops a wild strawberry kist at a bed’s end and levitates a few centimeters from the stone floor. The mare aims for the window for a moment and lets the magical field explode; clunk goes the trunk on the vermilion ground. The Little Pony drops her rage like the red chest.
It has been decades since I was a filly, not today will I throw a tantrum akin to one. I chose how to act and feel, not the aristocratic, they may have dealt me these cards but I decide how to play them. I am going to canter right into the baroness’s office and inform the truth… “Horse-apples, I did not consider that far.” I utter under a short groan. I pad to the green glass portal to my room, stopping short so I get my full reflection in its gloss. Returning to my rump, my fore-hooves land in front of my muzzle. “My Lady Virtue, I am a Pretty-Pretty Princess. My father’s duchy is contesting for Dawnpick and the Crown favors him.” I mouth into the polish glass.
The mare breaks the harebrained act and returns her hooves to the floor; she turns as she gets up to walk over to the Highwood cabinet on the other side of the window opposing the bed. Laid atop it was the source of the Unicorn’s paroxysm, an inconspicuous envelope bearing only the Little Pony’s alias.
With my magic, I warm the sealing wax enough just to open it with telekinesis and remove its contents; then melt another seal. Reading the encrypted writing twice, faintness replaces my vexedness and I plop against the wall, I coo: “Oh, my King if not for your lover’s heart, I would kiss much more then your hoofs next time I depart.” Angst soon returns to my mind as the concept of telling the truth now would be arduous. “Our will be done.” I sigh.
The mare puffs her unkempt goldenrod locks from her emerald eyes and gets ready for an audience with her Baroness. She acquires a royal rope reed manuscript along with other documents from a hidden compartment in the floor under her kist. To claim her birthright she had to bring poof… even if they were royal sponsored forgeries that bear the real imperial seal.
Oh, what garb would be fitting; uncolored peasantry cape-like jacket and flounced skirt was just right for the cooler weather at summer’s conclusion? “Any pretext to cover my flanks.” I say, peering into the poor mirror sheen of the green-glass door as I don the attire; paisley pattern shawl replaced with a similar ornate saddlebags on my back. Whimsical, how the nobility espouses the customs and costumes of other parts of the realm, even from outlandish lands. Such as covering the cutie mark; concealing two or more limbs under an uncountable layered dress and even slip in a heinous corset.
The Unicorn mare retches at the notion of herself in a corset. She levitates the documents into her bags and trot to the door undoing a hidden imbedded lock within the glass that only magic can contact. Subsequent she departs her room, behind her the door closes and relocks. She enters a masquerade of both blissful and magical ignorance. The mare steers her path, as not to avoid anypony on the road on her face is the expression of a goal.
Distractions from ponies are normal just make acquaintances; do not elongate into a chat and press-on if they move along. Past the paranormal perpetual motion water will; avoid the bloodletting infirmary; the sock filled guard captain’s office and finally the marble peel tower glinting in the midday sun. I should have trotted around more to clear my mind; I break into a sweat worthy of summer. My right hoof ascends and clops against the marble door. “I am vassal Kiln Kurollodel; I seek audience with Baroness Virtue if she wills it.” My voice vibrates the door more so then my hoof.
The Little Pony’s brain works akin to a duel processor formulating and organizing at light-speeds but it does her no good. The same conclude comes up and she may attempt treason today; why necessary the truths be treason and fabrications the edict. Worse yet was her actions already foreseen and she cannot leave this game until her death. Now the mare recalls her revulsion for politics.
Post by: Telgin on March 31, 2012, 12:26:15 am
Virtue looks up from the stock records she was attending to as somepony knocks at her door. "Oh, of course! Come in," she calls to whoever it was.
Post by: Psalms01 on March 31, 2012, 12:36:36 am
The copper and goldenrod mare push the door open and closes back as she enters. Her joints and nerves leak her nervousness in crackles and pops but she soon is consume in a cool claming breeze by her effect on the door.
“Baroness; thank you for allowing my presents.” Amor pronounces with newfound strength as she walks to Virtue’s desk. She bows out of respect before the gray tint mare.
“Can I set myself down? This may take a long time…” The Unicorn looks away for a second fearing her Virtue's eye would read her falsehood before she could let free the truth.
Post by: Telgin on March 31, 2012, 12:42:05 am
Virtue nods and motions for her to take a seat. "Of course, what did you want to talk about Kiln?" Something seemed to have the mare spooked. Virtue sighs mentally. She was hoping to avoid more stress, but if it was something she could help Kiln with, she'd do what she could.
Post by: Psalms01 on March 31, 2012, 12:56:44 am
Amor sighs as she acquires the seat that Virtue motions to…
I return eye-contact and think a flash of a thought and recollect my will power to confront the Baroness. One does not simply tread on the trust of others, but after such tramping how to re-establish it before it is lost. “Baroness, what is it that compels ponies to lie?”
My tongue click against the roof of my mouth but my awareness of this habit causes its sound to not leave my jaws. How much her words could harm me now and she has no clue, how much mine are going to also hurt me too. I drop the formalities fully and adopt a more comfortable pose; more her sake then mine. “Also, Virtue what do you sincerely think of liars?
Post by: Telgin on March 31, 2012, 01:01:33 am
Virtue's expression grows concerned, despite her best efforts. "I... well, I suppose there are a lot of reasons for that... and..." She looks away briefly before returning her eyes to Kiln. What did she mean by that? Was she about to lie to her? "Well... I don't like the idea of lying to anypony... but... there are things sometimes... that are best kept from others... for one reason or another..."
Post by: Psalms01 on March 31, 2012, 01:12:51 am
Virtue’s words turn to arrows in the copper mare’s mind and fly towards the Unicorn but all are off their mark… or did they hit just find.
“Virtue, in my experience I can read lies and dodged questions. If you expect others to be truthful with you then you must be truthful in return. Please enlighten me to the truth?” I huff but keep my cool. Why does she dodge my questions? I want to be candid; can she not see that in my eyes? I tilt my head and stare like one of her foals would.
Post by: Telgin on March 31, 2012, 01:20:14 am
Virtue sighs almost impercepibly. "What I said was true. To put it... bluntly... I don't like lying or being lied to. But I do see its purpose. Sometimes lying is the least... bad... option, when there are no good ones. That is how I truly feel. Why, what troubles you?"
Post by: Psalms01 on March 31, 2012, 01:32:22 am
I setup with my docks in the stool and in contemplation I clap my hooves together slowly as not to make a resonance. Hearing the words of Virtue as they sound of glass in my ears, the Baroness’s words may be what I want but not what I should receive. “We… I have been living a fabrication for the last eight years. Five here doing very little nothing but evading ponies and spying; three more on journey around the kingdom even past the great seas as royal engraver but once more as a spy.” I say but the words hollow my heart.
I must say more, no I will. “What do you have of me? What of my thoughts? I wish only to live in the light of the truth. There are no reasons of my own to sow such lies…” My forces drops and I slump with the conclusion that I am the very thing I hate… a shadow among shadows. “…but it was my will.”
Post by: Telgin on March 31, 2012, 01:39:39 am
"A... spy?" Virtue feels her spine ice over. For who? Who would spy in Dawnpick and why? "Kiln... a spy? Wh...why? For who? Why here?" She pauses. "And... you want to live in the truth? Do you mean you don't want to be a spy anymore? Or..." she trails off, eyes wide. "I... I'm sorry, this is just so much to take in..."
Post by: Psalms01 on March 31, 2012, 01:54:51 am
I set back up slowly and seize control of the situation. “Forgive me Virtue, I am better at these things then I may appear but you have this effect on ponies. Understand I gave-up my rights to an identity; most of all friends and numerous others privileges. It was all for the right ponies but not the right method; we could have avoided deceit…”
So not to provoke my Baroness I motion to my saddlebags. “May I show you a manuscript that may ease your fears?” I move in such a way to allow Virtue full sight of the contents in my bags before removing the over elaborate document. When she allows me I shun the use of my magic and physically remove it myself gifting it to her on the desk.
Here the Artifact "Cedebat Sanguis per dux" (Duke by Blood Forgery) there are only two like it. The paper is Masterfully made from rope reed thread; adorn with Exceptional script in Sliver barb black dye that pertains to the nature of Amor Kurollodel as Duchess over the land-holds that Dawnpick occupies. The sovereign Coupledye hoof-shoe sigil relief embellishes the middle of the paper. The Pink Lemon symbol of The Meandering Gloss with prostrating ponies is within the relief.
Post by: Telgin on March 31, 2012, 02:04:12 am
Virtue reads the manuscript slowly, taking in the enormity of what it says. "Kiln... or... Amor? Is... is this true? Are there really other claimants to these lands? From... your family?"
Post by: Psalms01 on March 31, 2012, 02:24:30 am
I peer at Virtue in her analysis; does she buy it? To stake her intelligence Virtue must believe it; the manuscript is very much genuine but not fully so in context. My tongue returns to its clicking; then I hold off my habit as I listen to the Baroness’s words. She reads at express, I give her that. “N… yes my family declare Dawnpick and so does two others houses. But we have yet to place even a count. …I wish to go by Amor from now on…” My voice betrays the lies; why in almost nine years does it do it now.
I would launch across the desk but I control myself; the truth is so easily turn aside. My ears swept back and I look down to the marble floor… I cast a shadow on its white surface. “I hold further secrets and even more lies… even now the truth evades us.” I look up as an innocent beast beaten by its livid master. “Do you want to hear them… even if it is treason?”
Post by: Telgin on March 31, 2012, 02:31:40 am
Virtue is speechless for a moment. "I... I see. I don't understand... why would the king grant us these lands and a title to me if it was not rightly ours?" She gives Amor another concerned look. "Kiln... I mean, Amor... I won't ask you to do something that would endager you on counts of treason... but, I will listen to anything you have to say."
Post by: Psalms01 on March 31, 2012, 03:00:14 am
I perk up in concern for Virtue. “Treason can not only be what action I achieve or statement I could utter; Our very ears are capable of treason.” I say, not even looking for eavesdroppers in the foreknowledge that there is none. My treason would become Our treason. “Much of what I alleged is true but I am only a pawn… a lowly one in my opinion.” I face-hoof at the arrogant foal I am. My Master’s lessons were too good; and in the end she always wins.
“These lands are yours but the Crown knows these lands worth; the right hooves must have it. And my father the true Duke is favored by the Crown…” I attempt not even to hide the truth. “Reality is everything I do may even be in favor of the King and his Princess. The truth; the lies, all of it.” I say with no verve.
“Can you forgive me?” Sorrow is left in my words. “Even if it is your will to accept me; what of your vassals? I could see it easily why they would accept me without knowing even of me; I was more then accomplished in avoiding others. I was less then than a footnote in their minds.” I look to the door as if to freedom. “I could claimable up the tallest building and announce the truth?”
Post by: Telgin on March 31, 2012, 03:19:42 am
This was... complicated. Virtue nods in feigned understanding, trying to buy a moment to process everything. "I... I think I understand. There may be... contention for the land and resources here..."
She listens to Amor's plea for forgiveness and nods with a small smile. "Yes, I forgive you. And I thank you for coming forward with this information." She widens her smile a bit. "I wouldn't worry too much about everypony else. If... if you feel the need to tell them all the truth, then I won't stop you, but I don't think it's necessary."
Inside, she was a whirlwind of questions she wasn't sure there were answers to. What did this mean of Dawnpick's future?
Post by: Psalms01 on March 31, 2012, 03:42:55 am
My ears turn forwards at hearing my Baroness’s forgiveness but I control my excitement. “Thank you Virtue. Now the long wait until I forgive myself.” I say looking into her eyes; my very own betraying my age of one-hundred-and-seven. “I will reflect on my future actions but announcing my truth to the world atop the fort might make me appear as some pony possessed.” I have a light laugh. We had enough possessed ponies here.
I lighten up and attempt to rebuild out confidence. The desk was piled with work that no pony could do alone… unless that pony was Virtue. “I desire no special station at this time but maybe I can accept some of your burden. I am an adequate mathematician see.” I stand and out loud I count my hooves that ascends and descends but stop short of five. I poke my tongue out in tease. “Also in my travels as artisan of stone I am more than an expert in masonry.” I let my body fall into the routine I picked up by my three years as mock regal engraver and mimic holding a chisel and hoof as hammer.
We talk more but of diminutive things; this is the first authentic discussion I had in over five years. Virtue and I could talk the day away but she had responsibilities in my opinion that outweighed mine, so I excused myself before another hour pasted us by. I was more then proficient in letting ponies go.
Post by: Telgin on March 31, 2012, 03:48:57 am
As Amor leaves, Virtue settles back into her work, more than a bit concerned. If what she'd just been told was true, then the future of Dawnpick was uncertain. Would the lands be contested? Would there be fighting? How much of this would she see and how much would she be tasked with dealing with?
Not for the first time since she'd come to Dawnpick, she wished there was somepony else leading the ponies here. She'd managed so far, but how long would it be until she made a horrible mistake that cost ponies their lives? She'd give up her title in an instant if it meant preventing something like that. Was this going to turn into a decision like that?
She mentally sighs and sets back to work. She was going to need some time to think about this and what it meant. Perhaps the politics would all be above her head and she'd never hear another word of it. But somehow, she doubted that.
((Scene ended))
Post by: bukitodinos on March 31, 2012, 07:03:54 am
your not just going to leave them and use the crossbow as a hammer are you?
Post by: jaxler on March 31, 2012, 12:27:39 pm
Jaxler gave Castiron the money along with a nasty look
"Just, give me the bolts"
((end scene?))
Post by: L1wW on March 31, 2012, 05:11:17 pm
It was a warm summer evening as he climbs up the side of Jaxler's apartment. The crickets could be heard chirping in the grass, while Jaxler's only window gently opens. The grey colt carefully plants himself inside Jaxler's room through the window. He then quietly makes his way to the chest tucked away in the corner. "I'm sure he has some bit of jewelry she'd like..." he whispers. He cautiously pulls out the chest and begins picking the locks. Granite always loved using his lock picks, so much in fact that he referred to them as the "Skeleton Keys." The two key-locks were foals play, but the final lock threw him for a loop. It was a simple lock that had a simple combination for it. Of course Granite had no idea what the combo was. "Maybe it was that date Jaxler engraved in his crossbow..." Suddenly light flooded into the room.
"Oh crap."
Post by: jaxler on March 31, 2012, 05:14:17 pm
As Jaxler opened the door to his apartment he was shocked to find Granite trying to open his coffer.
"GET THE BUCK AWAY FROM THAT!"
Post by: L1wW on March 31, 2012, 05:18:10 pm
"Crap, crap crap CRAP!!!" Granite yelled as Jaxler opened the door. Doing what the guard said, he takes multiple steps away from the chest. "Hey Jaxler... how's it going?" Granite says nervously.
Post by: jaxler on March 31, 2012, 05:22:24 pm
Jaxler completely ignored Granite and ran as fast as he could to his chest, hoping that Granite hadn't opened it yet.
"Granite... I NEED to know if YOU OPENED this chest."
Post by: bukitodinos on March 31, 2012, 05:23:36 pm
((end scene?))
yep
Post by: L1wW on March 31, 2012, 05:24:24 pm
"N-n-n-nooo..." Granite stutters. "I got past the two key locks, but couldn't figure out the combo. Is there... like a demon in there or something?"
Post by: jaxler on March 31, 2012, 05:29:58 pm
Jaxler sighed and sat down.
"Well, there is a demon in there but I doubt it would mess with you, BUT WHY THE BUCK WERE YOU MESSING WITH BY BUCKING CHEST!"
Post by: L1wW on March 31, 2012, 05:32:50 pm
"Well you see Jaxler, I totally want to date Friesden, and I figured I would need to give her some form of jewelry and I'm very poor, so I also figured you would have jewelry so I decided to break into your house and check the chest. Understand?"
Post by: jaxler on March 31, 2012, 05:35:16 pm
"the only this that I have in this chest that is even closely related to jewelry is a 12 foot long gold chain used for smacking around JACKASSES LIKE YOU."
Post by: L1wW on March 31, 2012, 05:37:08 pm
"Why in god's name do you have a golden chain in your chest?" Granite asked. "Are you a sadist? And what the hell else in in there and why is it so important?"
Post by: jaxler on March 31, 2012, 05:44:10 pm
"I'm not a sadist and the contents of this chest are a collection of items that I've held on to from before I came to Dawnpick. The reason why it's so important is because there are things in here that I really shouldn't let anypony see without a solid explanation as to why and how I obtained them."
Post by: L1wW on March 31, 2012, 05:45:33 pm
"Well then tell how and why you obtained all these items." Granite says as he looks to the chest.
Post by: jaxler on March 31, 2012, 05:47:05 pm
Jaxler sighed
"Only if you promise not to try to steal from me again"
Post by: L1wW on March 31, 2012, 05:47:54 pm
"Okay, I promise not to try to steal from you."
Post by: jaxler on March 31, 2012, 05:58:16 pm
Jaxler bends over his chest and spends about a minute putting in all the numbers to the combination lock. once he opens the chest he stars pulling out a variety of strange things, among them were: more than two dozen foreign daggers, a long spiral horn, two brass-horseshoes, a black leather cloak, and huge golden chain, a Granite box, a set of lock picks, a totem, and several strange masterwork wood carvings.
"Each one of these items has a story to tell"
Post by: L1wW on March 31, 2012, 06:02:00 pm
"I find it funny how there's a granite box and lock picks next to it." Granite comments. "Please tell me about these things and what they mean."
Post by: jaxler on March 31, 2012, 06:12:03 pm
"I'll tell you the meaning to any item in here, you just pick which one."
Post by: L1wW on March 31, 2012, 06:43:31 pm
"Okay, start with the box I guess..."
Post by: jaxler on March 31, 2012, 06:56:55 pm
Jaxler picks up the box.
"The contents of this box are by far the most valuable thing in this entire town. When I said there was a demon inside my chest I was not lying for this right here is said demon. I obtained the contents of this box 7 years ago, and it was the last time I ever, erm... redistributed wealth in a less than legal manner. I'm afraid that I cannot tell you what is inside this box, it would be cruel of me to."
Post by: L1wW on March 31, 2012, 07:06:05 pm
"Understood, tell me about that chain Jaxler..."
Post by: jaxler on March 31, 2012, 07:19:50 pm
Jaxler picked up the golden chain.
"This weapon belonged to a domidian. The bastard was a huge, gnarly toothed, jackass who kept on talking in third person. Now, I ran into the guy a few days after I got my crossbow. the bucktoothed pony used this chain thing like a freaking whip and was planning on smearing me across the ground with it. I could barely dodge his strikes because of the wound i had in my side. Anyway I ended up killing the guy after learning two things. 1: wings can make pretty decent meat shields and 2: crossbows can make half decent hammers. Anyway, I kept his chain out of respect for the guy."
Post by: L1wW on March 31, 2012, 07:30:30 pm
"Wow Jaxler, that's awesome! What about the horn over there?"
Post by: jaxler on March 31, 2012, 07:36:27 pm
"Well, that horn belonged to an alicorn. It's a relic from my grandfathers service in the alicorn/pegasus wars. grandfather never told me how he got it, but it probably had something to do with him losing his wings and getting paralyzed below the waist"
Post by: L1wW on March 31, 2012, 07:37:52 pm
"Alright then, um... what about those daggers?"
Post by: jaxler on March 31, 2012, 07:43:50 pm
"Each one of these daggers belonged to something I killed. Some of them I earned from the badger ponies/diamond dogs I killed here in Dawnpick, while some are from before I came here." Jaxler then picks up a long curved dagger. "This one right here belonged to the badger pony that tried to kidnap you, you can have it if you want."
Post by: L1wW on March 31, 2012, 07:48:24 pm
"Sweet! I'll promise not to harm myself with it! Okay, so what about the totem?"
Post by: jaxler on March 31, 2012, 07:57:01 pm
"It belonged to a buffalo, I got this around 12 years ago. I was in a pool hall hustling ponies when this guy walks up. I screwed the guy out of 120 bits before he became aware of the scam. he was so pissed that tried to kill me. He broke about 7 of my ribs and my right foreleg before I was able to get a clean head shoot with my crossbow. Anyway, this totem belonged to him, and I kept it out of respect."
Post by: L1wW on March 31, 2012, 08:03:00 pm
"Damn, so what about the brass horseshoes and the leather cloak?"
Post by: jaxler on March 31, 2012, 08:04:16 pm
"those along with my crossbow and those lock picks are the tools of my former trade"
Post by: L1wW on March 31, 2012, 08:06:36 pm
"Okay, were you a thief or something?"
Post by: jaxler on March 31, 2012, 08:18:32 pm
"I wasn't a thief, I was a master thief."
Post by: L1wW on March 31, 2012, 08:20:58 pm
"Oh really?"
Post by: jaxler on March 31, 2012, 08:22:39 pm
"yep"
Post by: L1wW on March 31, 2012, 08:23:24 pm
"Care to go into detail about your last career?"
Post by: jaxler on March 31, 2012, 08:37:45 pm
"well I got to travel the world. one kingdom to another. I had to flee before anypony knew who I was. In fact, for every place I went I made up a new name. I never knew anyone I just kept on moving. Every day was a gamble on how I was going to earn my next meal. It was disgraceful, demoralizing work. every bit I stole was at the cost of a little bit of my soul. I lied, I was disloyal, I was harsh, I was greedy and I was lucky to be forced to leave my profession."
Post by: L1wW on March 31, 2012, 08:44:05 pm
"That sounds like a sad life, I hope I never have to change my name or get forced out of my home. Hey Jaxler, if you don't mind me asking, what was your real name?"
Post by: jaxler on March 31, 2012, 08:45:02 pm
"I've honestly forgotten it"
Post by: L1wW on March 31, 2012, 09:21:30 pm
"Okay then, so what about those wood carvings?"
Post by: jaxler on March 31, 2012, 09:30:35 pm
"I stole those wood carvings from somepony about 18 years ago. I kept them, because when I was getting them appraised I learned that they were created by somepony I once knew."
Post by: L1wW on March 31, 2012, 09:43:05 pm
"Ah, I think that's everything in the chest, well thanks for all the stories, I guess I'll be off!"
Post by: jaxler on March 31, 2012, 09:46:33 pm
"Don't forget the dagger."
Post by: L1wW on March 31, 2012, 09:47:23 pm
"Don't worry, I won't!" Granite picks up the dagger and exits the building.
((End scene?))
Post by: Psalms01 on April 01, 2012, 02:29:12 am
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As Amor leaves, Virtue settles back into her work, more than a bit concerned. If what she'd just been told was true, then the future of Dawnpick was uncertain. Would the lands be contested? Would there be fighting? How much of this would she see and how much would she be tasked with dealing with?
Not for the first time since she'd come to Dawnpick, she wished there was somepony else leading the ponies here. She'd managed so far, but how long would it be until she made a horrible mistake that cost ponies their lives? She'd give up her title in an instant if it meant preventing something like that. Was this going to turn into a decision like that?
She mentally sighs and sets back to work. She was going to need some time to think about this and what it meant. Perhaps the politics would all be above her head and she'd never hear another word of it. But somehow, she doubted that.
((Scene ended))
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The metallic painted mare gradually fled from the marble Pele tower; akin to a target of some intangible stalker’s craving within the slums of Coupledye’s capital. Most mares would give her potential evildoer the gratification of her panic as the fiend was in near cover distance. Amor was different, she would spin around and confront the villain and come out the victor. The Little Pony held the magical knowledge that could only be imparted by a Tower Unicorn and the physique ascribed to most Earth ponies. Sadly this scoundrel was only a thing of her imagination so she could only retreat. No matter what abilities she claims, the world seemed to increase in difficultly with every gain; some struggles were still nigh impossible.
Before attracting any unwarranted attention I decelerate to a gait much as any pony on leisure would. One thing I respect about Earth Ponies, despite all the qualities they lack, a special magic surrounds them that the other castes do not have. Earth ponies’ magic not only supports animals or plants but any living form. Habitually, the magically unaware and wingless ponies were grounded firmly in the reality of our world; when Pegasi had their heads in the clouds; or Unicorns who have theirs in the umbra heavens and even Alicorns that only thought the strange way they did. Earth ponies stood out in their own way.
The Unicorn broke from her espionage instruction and progressed directly to the tenements in the center of Dawnpick. The public housing consisted of two buildings constructed from near equal combination conjured and mundane woods; adjoined by slate blocks as pathways between rooms and wooden staircases at each entrance. Her hooves clop against the slate road that is used for the ground level of the apartments and no fears gripes her heart in the narrow open-ended corridor. Most ponies were having luncheon within the legendary dining room or retuning to labor.
I am a pony stuck in limbo of having very little to accomplish considering that there is only two mason workshops and too numerous masons; unbeknown to Virtue, she made spying unproblematic for me. …How could she exclaim that deception had anyplace in our society but declare it with such honesty, it was akin to a paradox. Before I know it my room replaces the tenement’s hall and I buck the saddlebags off; in arc they slam into the wall beside the bed. I have a shortage of patience especially to myself and the mendacity of others. I could find fault in the Baroness’s statements but all concepts maintain criticism; not in their nature but how the ponies practice them. Worse yet how I abandoned no respect for Virtue.
Amor paces the room disgusted with herself in still maintaining secrets. The nature that everypony here are unwilling and ignorant pawns in the Crown’s social experiment, that even the spy has but limited clue to, she only reports. The infiltrator of a pony looks towards her bed where the remaining contents of her bags are spilled out onto. Laid about, four posters sized cloths that display information about migration to Dawnpick and many smaller ones used by heralds who would recite the information in their native tongues. Only two posters contain Mid-Pony script; one in High-Pony and another one in Low-Pony.
The courier from Gecekondu, a Rainbow Pony ghetto city where it was tricky to persuade her into parting with the original; but where there is a will, a way presents itself. Those Hoheitsvoll… from Deuchmeiner are a bizarre batch who cover their cutie marks but turn around and commission half a dozen nude pony sculptures in porcelain for their Frieden Kunstmuseum. And those lands beyond the great seas where I retain no autonomy in, was the hardest place to talk the… Cć̂ng k̄h̀āw into giving me his copy. My surprise when the dark-colored Pegasus Stallion began to converse in Mid-pony and spirited me away from there.
The Unicorn shifts to the bed and transfers the evidence of her foreign exports to her hiding spot. The thought of why advertisement for immigration to Dawnpick was in such locations would have befuddled the mare if she was not occupied in the whole machinate herself. She is still skeptical to the full extent of the scheme’s reality itself, not to include that Dawnpick was months travel away from the true conflict experienced at the capital and should never touch the mare’s beloved village.
Now the only ones that could do Dawnpick harm is its Crown, residents and traders. If I inform everypony to the nature of Dawnpick, would they still keep the will to live here? It may very well be me that endangers the only spot of light that ends the night. Maybe… I will divulge this reality with Virtue sometime next season. This is my home and my will stands, I rather fall before it does to this plot… My Dawnpick has no shadows. “After all is said and done, when nothing more can be achieve with your own hooves, then let it be and love fate.” I declare into the green-glass window with no anxiety as to who witness me spying; ironic how a fighting fire takes alight in my heart.
Post by: Maklak on April 01, 2012, 06:37:57 am
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After that memorable night life almost went back to normal for Indigo. He was working as usual and the guards didn't shadow him anymore. With enough rest his body stopped aching. The only thing that didn't heal were his feelings. After being betrayed twice in one night, both by ponies he considered friends, he decided not to trust anypony, and was still burning with silent rage. The work offered him some relief, but it wasn't enough. By now he figured it out. It must have been Stiletto who sent that zebra after him.
He just finished his chores for the day and ate his dinner. He is headed to his room, hoping for a good night's rest. When he climbs the stairs, and turns towards his room, he sees Kat standing there. His spirit sinks. Perfect, just what I need right now. She comes to bother me again. He sighs and approaches her, seeing no hope getting into his room without confronting her. At least she isn't wearing her guard uniform, which means she is not going to lock me in my room or something. I might as well get this over with.
Kat sees Indigo approaching and gives him a worried look. "Indigo, we need to talk." She begins.
Indigo sighs and gives her a stern look. "Talk about what?"
"Everything." says Kat.
Indigo stops and thinks for a short while. "Very well." He opens the door and enters, then stops in the middle of his room and waits for her to enter and close the door.
Kat nods as she follows him into his room. "You're upset, aren't you Indigo? Very upset."
"Yes." Indigo sits on the floor, and glares at Kat, waiting for her to talk. He could tell her a lot more, but decides to restrain himself, and wait for her to begin.
Kat sits as well. Looking back at Indigo she says "Then I'm here to set things straight. I'm here to get our friendship back. We've been friends for a long time Indigo and I'm not letting that go."
Indigo sneers. "Oh really? You already made that choice." He laughs darkly. So, Stiletto sent you to gain my trust? This isn't going to work.
"I've made that choice a long time ago Indigo, the first day we met, and that choice is to be your friend. I'm not backing down from that choice now." says Kat with determination.
Indigo looks at her and after a pause says "I was pretty fond of you, when I thought you were my friend, which is why I'm even talking to you now. But three nights ago you've shown both your true colours and where your true loyalty lies. You opened my eyes, Kat. You are not my friend. You never were."
Kat sighs "Indigo, I've always been your friend. I Still am, and always will be, no matter what you think. This is probably about Stiletto right? I know you don't like her and what she does, but don't let that destroy our friendship! Because I'm not her."
Indigo's anger begins to show. "Not her? You accept her ‘morals’ and 'values' as your own, without even seeing any problem with that, speak her language, call her 'your love', tell me she is your best friend and is always there for you, kiss her and who knows what else, yell at me for 'insulting' her, and still tell me this is not about her? You wouldn't even leave me alone when I ask for it, and still dare call yourself my friend? I will not associate myself with Stiletto or the likes of her. Friendship requires loyalty, and you are loyal to her." Indigo stops ranting, and just glares.
Kat bites her lower lips as she bites down her tears. "I accepted her morality, but not all of it. As much as you might think otherwise Indigo, I can still think for myself. And I'm loyal to you as much as I'm loyal to her. I would've just stopped bothering you and leave you to your misery, if I didn't care. But don't you see that it's tearing me apart inside to see you walk home looking like a corpse, and knowing that it's because of me?"
Indigo softens a bit at that. How much of this is acting and how much is sincere? "Part of it is because of you, but not all of it. I know the main culprit is her. But you can't be friends with two enemies. At some point that always puts you in a position where you have to choose between them. You made that choice." I'm not good enough of a manipulator to try and keeps her close and learn from her about Stiletto. Much safer to just be sincere with her. A few conflicting emotions show on Indigo's face.
Kat sighs softly again, with a look of guilt on her face "I know, that part of it came from me as well Indigo... I won't lie and say that I'm not wrong one bit, but we all make mistakes. I just want us to be friends again. I know that we probably won't be able to get back to where were were again, at least not in a long while, but you're a good friend to me Indigo, and I don't want to lose that... There's always a neutral ground. We can be there together, instead of fighting each other." She says as her face softens up slightly into a sad smile. "I miss having Lunch breaks with you Indigo... and when we chill out after work in the evening... and when we share stories together..." Recalling the memories was enough to make her tears begin to form, but she's struggling to not break down and be a pathetic crying foal in front of him. "I miss having you as my friend Indigo." She finishes, not wanting to sob out words.
Ah, so this is about her loosing something and wanting it back, not about something she has to offer or share. After a long silence Indigo says. "I do not want to be your enemy, but friendship requires trust." He frowns "I do not find it within me to trust you." Why is her pain both satisfying to me and hurting me, shouldn't it be one or the other?
Kat nods sadly at that. It could've gone a lot worse, but it's still not good enough for her. "I'm sorry." she whispers and sobs softly, trying to bite away the sadness, so she can continue talking. "It's my fault, but I want to fix it... I want you to trust me again. Our friendship is a treasure to me Indigo. I don't want it gone..."
Indigo gives her a long look, remembering all the things she said about not crossing the ocean to be restricted, and the things she said to Stiletto, and her yelling at him. It was a stark contrast to her looking broken on the floor. I'm not sure what to think anymore. "Trust can be earned and spent. As to you not wanting it gone, there are choices in life. Sometimes you have to choose between two things, and can't have them both, even when it is difficult for you to accept. Especially when it is difficult to accept." Indigo sighs.
"There's always a neutral ground, where two things can co-exist Indigo. There's always a way. Maybe it will cost a bit of both sides in order to be neutral, but there's always a way..."
“You are far from neutral in this.” Indigo adds, looking a bit confused. "At least tell me, why do you find her so appealing. I just don't understand it. She is causing trouble, and talking nonsense. There is only one true way of marriage and sex: one mare and one stallion. Married. Any deviations from this rule cause problems, like divorce, unwanted foals and worse. Friesden incident is a glaring example that only bad things can come out of debauchery. So why do you still cling to Stiletto?"
"Because... Indigo, I love her. She was raised that way, what is she supposed to do about that? I admit that her way contrasts against some of my ideology as well, but every method has it's own pros and cons. No method is perfect, and I just want to act on my heart. If I love somepony, then I love that pony. And if having other ponies to love her will make her happy, then I'm happy that she's happy as well. I understand if you're disgusted by that thought, but not everypony is raised the same. For example, where I'm from, I'd be shunned and probably stoned to death just for wanting to join the guards!"
Indigo listens barely understanding the meaning behind Kat's words. He understands "I love her" though. Love makes ponies do and accept some things blindly. "And why can't she just marry Flux or Glyph or whoever, and be done with it?"
"Same reason why I couldn't just join the militia back in my homeland and be done with it. Things like that doesn't exist where she's from."
"What do you mean by that? Marriage is universal. Are you seriously suggesting, she doesn't understand even obvious things like that? Because she doesn't strike me as feeble-minded."
"It's just how she was raised. Monogamy just contrasts what's been taught to her. It'll be like telling you to marry more than one mare."
"WHAT? None of this makes any sense. Marrying more than one mare... absolutely not. They would fight, and I couldn't make up my mind. Even if there was a war and almost all bucks died... just no. Some things are simply wrong, and that's it. Besides she came to us. Even if you honestly believe this, which I don't, it is her who should adjust or leave. Not cause problems." Indigo frowns, and looks angry again.
Kat sighs "Sometimes, you need to learn to accept new things Indigo. Both you and her..."
"The only thing I'm willing to accept about her is the water purifier, which as it happens I helped to build. As for you... no, this is too much. Just leave." Indigo opens the door behind Kat with telekinesis.
After leaving, Kat feel down... very down. To her, it feels like it was so close... and yet so far. She failed to repair what's left of their friendship, not even to it's neutral spot. Kat, you're such a failure. she thinks as she walks away with her head hung low. There once was a Kat whose smile would lift a pony's day, whose dance would bring smiles, whose voice would bring joy... That Kat is not this one.
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Indigo watches Kat leaving broken and without another word. He closes the door behind her, and remains motionless for a long while. Their conversation was upsetting, but gave him a lot to think about.
She speaks to me of neutral ground, but there isn't any, or rather the predominant freedom of this place is as neutral as it gets. This 'neutral ground' Kat speaks about must mean that she wants me to turn a blind eye to Stiletto’s excesses, but how could I? If I won't oppose wrongness, I'll be guilty of letting is spread, and not even trying to set things right.
Should I attribute Stiletto's behaviour to malice or stupidity? She isn't stupid, that's for sure... Kat would have me believe, there is a whole nation of sluts, who don't even know what marriage is. Impossible, it would collapse quickly. Just... impossible. And even if this absurd were true, marriage doesn't exist where Stiletto is from, and ponies have sex like animals, with whomever they want, marriage does exist here. Can't Stiletto be made to understand it? Can't Kat explain this to her, if she calls herself Stiletto’s friend? After all, telling each other of their mistakes, is part of what friends are for.
Even I were to believe that Stiletto is just misguided and not evil, why would I adjust to her? It is Stiletto, who is a stranger among us, not me. I'm already pretty lenient about other ponies giving in to lust, but her level of debauchery simply can't be tolerated. Sooner or later it will lead to a disaster. It always does.
There are good reasons for keeping mares out of the military. Mares... mean foals. Fighting or even training can cause miscarriage and besides foals often follow their mothers, even when they are on guard duty. There hasn't been any tragedies in Dawnpick yet, but Rondel got caught up in a fight at least twice, when following Naginata. A dead foal always upsets ponies more than a dead adult soldier. The reason for keeping mares out of the military is to avoid such tragedies. Indigo remembers the foal in New Saddle, who was impaled on a spear, because she wanted to follow mummy into that special training room, which killed some animals earlier. He feels sadness of that day again. On the other hoof, being shunned for wanting to join the military I can understand. A soldier is an unpleasant occupation and meant for taking lives, while mares give life. But being stoned to death for even just questioning this is simply wrong. Of course assuming she told the truth, and didn't exaggerate. On yet another hoof Kat isn't married, so foal accidents aren't an issue for her now, but they can be in the future. Though I wouldn't put it past Kat to get pregnant even without a husband...
In any case, Kat said something about being freedom-less in her homeland, but she has freedom here. Why is this not enough for her without doing outrageous and stupid things? Does she have so much freedom, compared to what she is used to, that she just doesn't know where to stop? It is rather unsettling, that Kat has so many explanations for Stiletto’s perversion and craziness. Some of it might even sound reasonable to a more gullible pony. Sadly, Kat seems fully converted to Stiletto’s ideology. I tried to warn her. If Kat wants to be Stiletto’s lap pony, there is no stopping her, but why would she want to be my friend at the same time? She seemed sincere about it, but what can I do? I tried to explain to her, that she has to choose, because I certainly don't want any of their corruption. I even made that choice for her, but to no avail.
Marrying more than one mare... what nonsense. Did she seriously think, I'd find that tempting? A young and stupid buck maybe, but me? That would be just... too many complications, even if it wasn't amoral. Indigo looks at the floor with watery eyes. Besides, I have trouble finding even one. I'm just unlucky with mares. Those suitable for marriage, always choose another pony. This line of thought is rather depressing, so Indigo moves on, rather than scratch an old wound.
I don't do evil, but don't do much good either, apart from working. Stiletto’s group is either very smart, or there really is some good in them. Even Glaive said, Flux is alright, and his traps greatly contribute to our safety. Even though traps are meant to take life, those bandits are so ferocious, that the militia would have to kill them anyway. Glyph adopted an orphan. Kat is... nice. Even Stiletto herself has good manners, and all things considered seems rather reserved. Should I remain diligent, or give them all the benefit of the doubt? Spending time with Kat was nice and I'll miss it, but how could I pretend that nothing happened, and associate myself with the likes of Stiletto? Should I give Kat a chance? Talk with her some more? Inquire further about this 'neutral ground' she has in mind? I just don't know anymore. I... I need to know more.
Eventually tiredness from a full day of work overwhelms Indigo, and he goes to sleep. That night he has no dreams.
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Post by: Telgin on April 02, 2012, 10:21:59 pm
Virtue hums quietly to herself as she sorts through the latest stack of mail that arrived with the last caravan. Most of it was mundane or routine, but one particular letter catches her eye: a notice of a wanted criminal. She reluctantly opened the note and read the contents, and her heart sinks. In particular, mention is made of a pony with black fur, a red mane, red eyes, a violent disposition, a dagger and a cog for his cutie mark, huge burn scar on his side, and who always carries around an old crossbow. He is considered very dangerous.
There was only one pony in Dawnpick that matched that description, and he matched it too well to ignore: Jaxler. He was wanted for major theft... at least it wasn't for something like murder. But what would she do? Should she bring Jaxler in for questioning or ignore the new letter? Jaxler had his problems in the past, but he'd mostly come to terms with everything in Dawnpick and hadn't caused any violent upsets in a long time.
She lets out a long sigh and stares at the letter for some time. It... was probably best to talk to him about it. She wasn't convinced she was going to arrest him or anything like that... but she needed to talk to him. And if he became violent... she didn't want to be alone. She could go find Partisan or somepony else in the guard to find him, but maybe somepony in the militia would be better. He might not suspect anything if one of them asked him to come see her.
She stands and makes for the door, hoping she could find somepony in the militia mostly covertly. Jaxler was probably sleeping off a drinking binge right now anyway.
Post by: Kryptid on April 02, 2012, 10:51:54 pm
A copper-furred unicorn paced down the dark, stone-floored hallway, the only light being the greenish glow cast from her telekinetic magic. The energetic aura she emitted from her spiral horn was being used to carry her weapon of choice; a mildy-worn axe with a noticeable chip in one of its dull, silvery blades. She planned on having it sharpened after all of the use she put it through. Though it was composed of tough metal, hacking through bones year after year had taken its toll on the edge.
"Don't worry, I'll get you back into blood-spilling shape soon enough," Sarissa hummed to herself with a smirk.
Post by: Telgin on April 02, 2012, 11:00:32 pm
As Sarissa makes her way along to the weaponsmiths to have her weapon tended to, she bumps into Virtue, who is just leaving the empty barracks. Virtue flags her down with a worried wave of her hoof and trots over to her. "Sarissa, I'm glad to see you. I... need your help. Have you seen Jaxler lately?"
Post by: Kryptid on April 02, 2012, 11:08:15 pm
Having accidentally walked into Virtue, Sarissa's eyes widened as she knelt slightly.
"Lady Virtue! Forgive me for my clumsiness, I'm afraid that I was stuck in a day dream for a moment there..."
She returned to her upright stance.
"Jaxler...I'm afraid that I've haven't seen him since yesterday."
Sarissa's expression then grows into a smile, waiting attentively as though she were a puppy looking into the eyes of her master.
"I would be more than happy to help you with anything you may have need of, my Lady! Just say the word!"
Post by: Telgin on April 02, 2012, 11:16:58 pm
Virtue cringes mentally at the small bow, but decides not to say anything. Telling ponies to stop doing it hadn't gotten her anywhere, so she was just going to have to get used to it. She gives Sarissa a nervous glance before looking over her shoulder.
"Um, thank you Sarissa. Could you go find Jaxler for me and bring him to my office? And... if you could... try not to make it a scene. Just tell him I want to see him, okay?"
Post by: Kryptid on April 02, 2012, 11:22:17 pm
She raised one of her eyebrows, "Make a scene? What'd he do, exactly?"
Her interest grows.
Post by: Telgin on April 02, 2012, 11:29:56 pm
"I... I'm not sure. He's just... been known to be excitable is all." Virtue flounders over her words for a moment. "It's nothing, sorry, just ask him to come see me. And... come with him, please."
Post by: Kryptid on April 02, 2012, 11:36:12 pm
She was hoping for something a little more interesting than a simple retrieval task, but Sarissa would do anything for her Lady.
"As you wish, Lady Virtue."
She gives a final bow before making off to the first logical place to search; Jaxler's room.
"Looks like that sharpening will have to wait for a few minutes. Be patient, my dear," Sarissa tells her levitating axe before kissing it softly.
Post by: jaxler on April 02, 2012, 11:48:59 pm
Jaxler woke up, he was on the floor next to his bed. He got up and realized that he had a nasty head ache and didn't remember list night. he then took in his surroundings, there was an empty barrel of booze of in the corner, and his crossbow was under it. He also noticed that there was a large dent in the wall and his cabinet was knocked over. Jaxler went over and inspected his crossbow and sighed when he found it was unharmed. Then Jaxler heard a loud knock on his door.
"WHO'S THERE?"
Post by: Kryptid on April 02, 2012, 11:54:47 pm
Sarissa's eyes narrowed in annoyance at the yelling that emanated from within the closed room.
"It's Sarissa. Your presence is required by Lady Virtue. How about opening up, huh?"
Post by: jaxler on April 03, 2012, 12:04:58 am
Jaxler walked up to the door and opened it up
"Aye, there Sarissa. Can you tell virtue to talk to me tater in the day?"
Post by: Kryptid on April 03, 2012, 12:11:14 am
He looked rough. Probably another night of drunken revelry. Pity. The unicorn moved her ax in to block the door from shutting.
"Sorry sleepy, but Lady Virtue wishes to see you now. I'm here to make sure that she gets her wish."
Post by: jaxler on April 03, 2012, 12:15:15 am
Jaxler gave Sarissa an angry glare
"Fine, let me go Grab my freaking crossbow."
Post by: Kryptid on April 03, 2012, 12:21:13 am
"That's better..." the mare responded, growling internally at his bad attitude.
She stood and watched as he went back in. Now what would he want his weapon for? She would keep her eye closely on him.
Post by: jaxler on April 03, 2012, 12:25:57 am
Jaxler took longer than necessary to grab his crossbow, he also grabbed his quiver and some bolts and made his way back out the door.
"I don't go anywhere without my crossbow."
Post by: Kryptid on April 03, 2012, 12:30:59 am
"After you."
The unicorn marched behind him, wary of what he may try to do. She continued thinking of possible reasons for Virtue wanting him. More importantly, why would she have wanted him escorted?
Post by: jaxler on April 03, 2012, 12:36:36 am
Jaxler starts walking to the keep.
"So, do you know what Virtue wan't to see me?"
Post by: Kryptid on April 03, 2012, 12:41:17 am
"I had asked the same of her, but she wouldn't given me a straight answer. Whatever it was, it was something that seemed to make her uncomfortable. Makes you wonder why she requested for me to bring you back myself, doesn't it? Apparently she didn't want you walking there yourself. Have you done something to upset my Lady, Jaxler?"
Post by: jaxler on April 03, 2012, 12:45:10 am
"Sarissa, I honestly don't know what I do past 9PM. So, if I did anything really bad recently I doubt that I'd remember it"
Post by: vkiNm on April 03, 2012, 12:46:03 am
Kat have decided that it's time she bring this matter to the highest authority in the fort. Which happens to be Virtue, She stood there in front of the door in her guard's uniform for a moment, gathering herself and what she prepared to say so she won't make some sort of a mistake once inside. Then Knocks on the door "Lady Virtue? Are you busy?" She called in.
Post by: Telgin on April 03, 2012, 12:49:12 am
Virtue trots over to the door and opens it, unsure of what she'd find. When she sees Kat alone, she replies, "Oh, Kat. I... uh, I am a bit busy. Could you wait out here for a bit? I've got to see somepony else, I'll be with you shortly."
Post by: vkiNm on April 03, 2012, 12:51:57 am
Kat raise an eye, seeing that Virtue seems to be Nervous about something "Oh, Okay Baroness. I'll just, uh, wait here. It's nothing urgent so, don't worry about it."
Post by: Kryptid on April 03, 2012, 01:03:35 am
"Somehow that doesn't surprise me," Sarissa snorts as they near Virtue's office.
Post by: jaxler on April 03, 2012, 01:05:41 am
"What the hell is that supposed to mean?"
Post by: Kryptid on April 03, 2012, 01:08:07 am
Sarissa groans.
"Do I really need to spell it out for you? You're a drunkard. Plain and simple."
Kat comes into view, though Sarissa does not realize why she is there.
Post by: jaxler on April 03, 2012, 01:13:37 am
"You'd be a lot better off if you learned how to criticize ponies without insulting them like a jackass."
Just as Jaxler finishes responding to Sarissa he realizes that they are close to the keep and that Kat was sitting outside the building in full uniform, which was strange.
Post by: Kryptid on April 03, 2012, 01:17:31 am
She rolled her eyes, "I just call 'em as I see 'em, Jaxxy. I say more ponies should have the backbone to do the same."
Sarissa motioned to Kat, "Is Lady Virtue still in her office? I've done my duty as requested of her."
Post by: vkiNm on April 03, 2012, 01:21:35 am
Kat waved slightly to both of them before answering Sarissa "Yeah, Lady Virtue's still inside. She seems nervous.. i wonder what's up."
Post by: jaxler on April 03, 2012, 01:23:10 am
Jaxler gave Sarissa a nasty glare. he then walked up to the keep's door and knocked on it.
"AYE VIRTUE, WE'RE HERE"
Post by: Telgin on April 03, 2012, 01:25:07 am
Her heart skips a beat as the moment arrives. She paces back to her seat and takes a moment to even her breathing. "Come in," she calls, trying to keep her voice level. This probably wasn't going to end well.
Post by: Kryptid on April 03, 2012, 01:29:45 am
Sarissa enters the room as requested, although she does not take a seat. This was probably a matter strictly between Virtue and Jaxler. Besides, it may be best to guard the door, just in case anypony else might come in and interrupt them. Sarissa liked to be on her feet often just in case there is a need for rapid reflexes.
Post by: jaxler on April 03, 2012, 01:31:54 am
Jaxler walked in, and took a seat.
"So... Virtue, what exactly is it that you want to talk to me about?"
Post by: Telgin on April 03, 2012, 01:35:22 am
Virtue nervously taps her hooves together, wishing in the time she'd spent thinking up to this point she had an easy way to break this to Jaxler. Worse still, she'd completely forgotten she asked Sarissa to come inside too. She'd have to say this where Sarissa would hear it... what to do? Guess there was only one thing... "Well, it's... um..."
She slides the paper across to him. Motioning to it. "...this came in the mail bundle with the last caravan..." she began, hoping she didn't have to connect the dots for him out loud.
Post by: jaxler on April 03, 2012, 01:52:05 am
Jaxler started reading the paper and as soon as he realized what the document was he about panicked. Jaxler's body froze and his eyes turned to little tiny dots when he came to the realization that he practically walked into a trap. He had no way to escape for there where two armed ponies on ether side of the only exit. All he could do was sit there.
"What... I... what the hell do you plan on doing to me?"
Post by: Kryptid on April 03, 2012, 01:54:44 am
Taking note of the unusual change in Jaxler's mood, Sarissa twisted her face in confusion. What had been on that paper?
Post by: Telgin on April 03, 2012, 02:01:14 am
She chews her lip indecisevly for a few moments. A good question. "I... I don't know. I suppose I should first ask... is this true? And is that about you? Am I making a mistake?" she asks honestly.
Post by: jaxler on April 03, 2012, 02:10:09 am
"I can't answer that question."
Post by: Telgin on April 03, 2012, 02:17:05 am
She lowers her eyes. That's all he had to say. "I... see... I suppose that means that it is true." What now? "Jaxler... if... if this is true... then... I'm not sure what I should do..."
Post by: jaxler on April 03, 2012, 02:20:42 am
"If at all possible, I'd prefer to keep my life"
Post by: Kryptid on April 03, 2012, 02:22:29 am
Now this was interesting. If Jaxler feared for his life, then he must have committed some great offense.
Sarissa's muscles tense as she mentally grips her ax more tightly with telekinetic power.
Post by: Telgin on April 03, 2012, 02:26:20 am
Her eyes go wide at the implication that she'd ever consider executing somepony. "Wh-what? I.. I'd never! I mean... no, the... the normal course of action would be to send you back to Coupledye for prosecution... but... I... I'm not sure... if I should..."
Post by: jaxler on April 03, 2012, 02:37:01 am
"Why the hell not? Does the idea of sticking me in a small, cold iron cage with no food and just enough water to keep me from dying during my deportation to Coupledye, and getting executed once reaching the city, make you feel uncomfortable?"
Post by: Telgin on April 03, 2012, 03:00:23 am
Virtue blinks in bafflement for a moment. "Well... yes, it does. Jaxler... I... I don't know every detail... but I don't think you deserve death. You... we've had our differences in the past... but I think you're a good pony at heart." She nervously traces a hoof across her desk. "I... don't think I'm going to respond to the letter... but I'm not sure what else to do..."
Post by: jaxler on April 03, 2012, 03:05:28 am
"You could burn that document and pretend this never happened."
Post by: Telgin on April 03, 2012, 03:12:05 am
She nods slowly, having actually considered such a thing. But now Sarissa knew about it. Or that Jaxler had done something quite bad. It was likely only a matter of time before the other ponies found out. Then what? Would they be outraged that a criminal was part of the guard, doling out justice? Much less second in command?
"I... don't know if I can do that. I fear what will happen if everypony else finds out." She motions to Sarissa. "Even if only we knew... I fear that others will get similar letters, or see them on caravans. I'm not sure if they would trust you being in the guard..."
Post by: jaxler on April 03, 2012, 03:21:09 am
"I'm not leaving the guard and what happens if such letters don't get sent out and nopony ever knows about this aside from me you and Sarissa?"
Post by: Telgin on April 03, 2012, 03:29:39 am
"Well... I... suppose..." she trails off, unsure of what she even wanted now. "...what were you charged with, exactly?"
Post by: jaxler on April 03, 2012, 03:35:34 am
"more accounts of grand theft then one could keep count of."
Post by: Kryptid on April 03, 2012, 10:36:04 am
Sarissa flinches, "Wh-what?!" The unicorn's eyes widen as she looks back and forth between Virtue and Jaxler, as if searching for an explanation among their expressions. Her face then contorts into a grimace as she lowers her head, "We've have a master thief in the guard this whole time?! Have you stolen from us, too?!"
Post by: jaxler on April 03, 2012, 01:51:33 pm
Jaxler gazed angrily at Sarissa.
"I haven't stolen anything in 7 years, and if I had stolen something, I would have fled Dawnpick the moment I got my hoofs on it. IN FACT, I came to this little outpost planning on ending my life as a thief."
Post by: Telgin on April 03, 2012, 03:18:24 pm
Virtue feels a knot of apprehension grow inside her. Perhaps Sarissa wasn't the best pony to have present for this. She was a dedicated soldier, but from what she'd heard she was a bit... enthusiastic... about fighting. Jaxler was easily provoked too. She had to do something to ease the tension... but what could she do?
What was she supposed to do? Jaxler was a wanted criminal, and even if she wanted to just sweep all of this under a rug and pretend she'd never even seen the letter, it was too late now. Sarissa knew, and the first rule about keeping secrets is to tell nopony. The moment somepony else finds out about it, it's no longer under your control and will get out eventually. What to do... what to do...?
And Jaxler should be held accountable for his crimes. If Flux had to be held accountable for attacking Glaive, then Jaxler should be accountable for what must have amounted to an immense number of bits in theft. But if she turned him in to Coupledye, they may well kill him, and she couldn't live with herself knowing she'd signed somepony off to their death. And he didn't deserve that. But what did he deserve? He hadn't stolen from anypony here. And maybe he was telling the truth about wanting to turn over to a new page in his life in Dawnpick.
"E-Everypony... please, let's calm down. I-I need to think a moment..."
Maybe she should speak to Partisan? He might know what to do... dealing with criminals was his job, not hers directly. And he was Jaxler's captain, he deserved to know about this if anypony did.
Post by: Kryptid on April 03, 2012, 03:39:50 pm
At Virtue's request, the brown mare lowered her levitating ax, which had been subconsciously raised during her initial shock. She attempted to control the aggression in her voice, "Well...if you're looking for suggestions, my Lady, might I suggest that we lock him up until a decision is made? I don't like the idea of letting him roam freely. He could well use the opportunity to flee, and I don't think we can have that. Besides, once he is locked up we can do a thorough search of his room to determine if he is being truthful or not."
She never took her eyes off of Jaxler.
Post by: jaxler on April 03, 2012, 04:03:09 pm
"I'm not going to let anypony search my room, but I will understand if you want me locked up. Just so long as you let me have a decent amount of booze and my crossbow, and if you promise me that I'm not going to get executed."
Post by: Omicega on April 03, 2012, 04:16:17 pm
Post by: Telgin on April 03, 2012, 04:39:28 pm
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That was an improvement... if Jaxler was being cooperative she could at least sort this out on her own time and decide what to do. She definitely wanted Partisan's input though.
She nods slowly and stands. "I'd never execute anypony. But... I think I need to speak to Partisan about this. He's the final authority about these matters, aside from me... and I want to know what he thinks... I can't make any promises right now..."
If Jaxler didn't want them searching his room, that meant he might be hiding something. She didn't want to violate his privacy, but if she had to... she would. She wouldn't do it without Partisan's agreement though.
((I dunno if zomara is going to be on to do that, so we can take this in another direction, distract Virtue from doing that somehow, hoof wave it, or whatever.))
Post by: zomara0292 on April 03, 2012, 04:43:17 pm
Post by: Kryptid on April 03, 2012, 04:55:04 pm
"Yeah, we should let Partisan know of this. I'm sure he'll be thrilled to have this little piece of information," Sarissa stated sarcastically.
The offended feelings in her heart were joined by eagerness as she slowly spun the ax around in the air, "So, shall I cage Jaxler for you, my Lady?"
Post by: jaxler on April 03, 2012, 05:12:35 pm
"WAIT, I ain't going in no cage, I'm fine with a jail cell but I ain't going in no cage!"
Post by: Telgin on April 03, 2012, 06:07:37 pm
"N-No... that won't be necessary Sarissa. The... the jail cells are just down there," she says, pointing off to a door at the far side of her office. She takes a moment to look Jaxler in the eyes, and lets out a deep sigh. "Jaxler... do you have anything to hide from us? If... if you tell me now... I can... lessen any penalties. I don't plan on searching your room, but if Partisan thinks we should... then I will side with his decision."
Post by: jaxler on April 03, 2012, 06:39:47 pm
"I have some items that I cannot and will not allow any pony to confiscate."
Post by: Telgin on April 03, 2012, 07:32:40 pm
"So long as it's nothing stolen... I don't think you'll have to worry about that. I don't think Partisan would disagree."
Post by: jaxler on April 03, 2012, 07:56:43 pm
"Define stolen..."
Post by: Kryptid on April 03, 2012, 08:13:22 pm
"I see that metaphors are lost on you, Jaxxy," Sarissa responds, in reference to her calling the jail cell a cage.
After his last line, she points a hoof at him in accusation.
"Ah ha! So you do have something to hide! Who'd you take it from? It better not be from me!"
Post by: bukitodinos on April 03, 2012, 08:22:33 pm
Post by: Telgin on April 03, 2012, 08:36:43 pm
"Stolen..." Her expression grows worried. This probably wouldn't end well at all. "...I suppose we wouldn't know if it's something stolen from somewhere other than Dawnpick, but we'll have to use our judgment. Again, I can't make any promises, about anything."
Post by: Crossroads Inc. on April 03, 2012, 08:44:11 pm
B ut has anyone sent this to Equestria Daily?
I would imagine they would get a kick out of this level of fan devotion :D
Post by: jaxler on April 03, 2012, 08:44:43 pm
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"Okay then, also I need to know if I'll be getting any booze while I'm in Jail?"
Post by: Telgin on April 03, 2012, 08:49:28 pm
(http://i198.photobucket.com/albums/aa176/Kryptid/VirtueAvatar.jpg)
"I'll see what I can do. It probably wouldn't do you well to be cut off from it completely abruptly." She looks to Sarissa. "I suppose you should go ahead and take him down to the jails. I need to speak with Kat."
Post by: Kryptid on April 03, 2012, 08:53:19 pm
"At your will, my Lady." Sarissa motions to Jaxler with her ax, "Alright pally, time to go to the stony lonesome."
Post by: jaxler on April 03, 2012, 08:56:38 pm
"Is it fine if I bring my crossbow with me, so long as I don't keep any bolts?"
Post by: Telgin on April 03, 2012, 09:03:45 pm
She nods after a brief moment. "I... think that will be fine. Just leave your quiver here."
Post by: Kryptid on April 03, 2012, 09:06:08 pm
Sarissa pushes the door open, "Just don't try any funny business, or Elegy will have to take a bite out of you."
Post by: jaxler on April 03, 2012, 09:10:28 pm
Jaxler took off his quiver and left on the ground next to him. He then walked over to the prison entrance.
"Why the hell would I try to do anything 'funny' to a pony who has full metal armor and an axe?"
Post by: Kryptid on April 03, 2012, 09:16:25 pm
"I can never be too trusting of a thief, now can I?
She taps him on the rear with the broad side of her ax.
"Now let's get a move on."
Post by: jaxler on April 03, 2012, 09:25:39 pm
Jaxler sighed and said "I'm not a thief anymore" and went down the stairs. The place was dark smelly and didn't seem very pleasant but it wasn't the worst hole he'd even been trapped in. "So, which one of these cells is mine?"
Post by: Kryptid on April 03, 2012, 09:32:16 pm
"Um..."
Virtue hadn't told her where to put him, but all four of the cells looked more or less the same. She hoped that it didn't matter.
The unicorn groaned, "Oh, I don't know...just hop in one. Each is as gross as the next."
Post by: jaxler on April 03, 2012, 09:39:08 pm
Jaxler walked into the closest cell
"Well, buck this isn't going to be very pleasant."
Post by: Kryptid on April 03, 2012, 09:47:33 pm
The unicorn shuts the cell door and clicks the lock into place.
"I'd say that's rather appropriate. Look at the vomit stains in there. At least that should be familiar to you, my dear wino."
Sarissa begins to trot off back to Virtue's office, wondering what kind of things Jaxler may have hidden away in his room. Would Partisan allow a search of it? What punishment would he recommend?
Post by: jaxler on April 03, 2012, 10:10:04 pm
Jaxler sat down on the cold ground an laid his crossbow on the floor right next to him. Jaxler didn't know how long he was going to be down in the cell. He also didn't have the slightest clue what was going to happen to him now, and he didn't completely trust Virtue when she said that she wasn't going to execute him. So, all he could do now was sit down in the dark smelly room, and hope that he got a barrel of booze before his sanity gave up on him.
Post by: Kryptid on April 03, 2012, 10:27:36 pm
Sarissa's concerns were calmed for the time being. Jaxler was in jail, and even if he did escape, he didn't have any bolts with him. Unless, perhaps, he was hiding some on his person somewhere. Sarissa kept that possibility in mind...
"The deed is done, my Lady," Sarissa saluted Virtue after returning to her office, "Would you have me see if I can find Partisan?"
Post by: Telgin on April 03, 2012, 10:34:26 pm
"Yes, please do that. Thank you," she responds, returning to her seat with a heavy drop. Every day... every day it seemed she was learning something new to stress her out... "Oh, and send Kat in when you see her, please."
Post by: Kryptid on April 03, 2012, 10:44:34 pm
With a bow of respect, Sarissa complies, "Will do, my Lady."
The unicorn mare steps outside, browsing the area for the pony aforementioned, "Kat? Lady Virtue will see you now."
With that said, Sarissa began her search for Partisan. As her girded hooves clicked against the stony floor, she thought about how Virtue's mood had change over the period that she had been here. Even though the gray mare hadn't said it aloud, Sarissa could tell that she had a lot on her mind. Obviously not the most joyful of things, either. Well, Sarissa would make sure that Jaxler wasn't going to be a problem for her. One less thing for her to worry about, she felt.
Post by: drilltooth on April 03, 2012, 11:04:19 pm
No one has sent either this or Glitterglen to Equestria Daily to my knowledge. The Dwarf Fortress overtones might put them off a bit, hehe.were you one of the other three to give a dorfy reply to that "you've been given 90ponies to start a new town in the Wilderness." question they posed a while back?
Post by: vkiNm on April 04, 2012, 02:03:49 am
Kat nodded as Sarissa came out to tell her that she could go in now. Not really seeing Jaxler being taken to the Jail and was slightly confused when she didn't see him in the office with Virtue. But she's glad that he's not there anyway. "Lady Virtue? It's about Jaxler.." She began as she move into Virtue's office, closing the door behind them. Seeing the Obvious worries in Virtue's face, she wanted to ask what's wrong but decide against it and just focus on getting what she needs to say to be said "I'd like to Complain about him being Second in Command, Unguardly behavior and showing obvious distrust to everypony and challenging Partisan's authority. I.. don't think he should stay Second-in-Command of the guards." She managed out, keeping a calm voice so it doesn't sound like she have some personal beef going on with him.
Unaware that Jaxler just got into some serious dung already and that this would just make it worse for him.
"And Partisan seems to be going too easy on him aswell." She adds.
Post by: Maklak on April 04, 2012, 05:35:16 am
No one has sent either this or Glitterglen to Equestria Daily to my knowledge. The Dwarf Fortress overtones might put them off a bit, hehe.were you one of the other three to give a dwarfy reply to that "you've been given 90ponies to start a new town in the Wilderness." question they posed a while back?
((The discussion "You are now princess/prince" was on 17-01-2012. Here is the link. (http://www.equestriadaily.com/2012/01/discussion-you-are-now-princessprince.html) Some people, including me, gave DF related answers. Even more people said something along the lines of "This needs to be made into a game!".))
17th Felsite, 258
(( This happened three days after Flux was released from prison, in this post. (http://www.bay12forums.com/smf/index.php?topic=96608.msg3117655#msg3117655) ))
Spoiler (click to show/hide)
((It is before Glaive and Falcata wedding and before miscarriage. Also before Jaxler gets arrested. If Stiletto does spend a month in jail, she'll be out on 18th Hematite 258. ))
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It is the night of the day after Stiletto's party for Flux. Glaive stands alone in his room. He is exhausted and is looking forward to get some undisturbed sleep.
Indigo looks around the corridor, but doesn't see anypony following him. He doesn't want to attract attention to himself, he just wants some answers. He knocks on Glaive's door.
Glaive is surprised to hear a knock at his door. “Who would be calling at this late hour?” Glaive walks over and opens the door.
Indigo looks around at the empty corridor, then says. "Hello Glaive. I'd like to talk to you. Can I come in?"
Glaive looks out at the strange pony, "Oh, hello Indigo. Uh, sure you can come in." Glaive steps out of the doorway and gestures a hoof toward the inside. His room is simple and unadorned. There is a bed, a chair, a cabinet and not much else. Sticking out from under the bed is an large iron strongbox. It is locked, but a key lays nearby. "Just take a seat anywhere." says Glaive.
Indigo looks at Glaive's leg, then looks around, and finds a place to sit. "I want to talk to you about Flux and Stiletto. I want to know what really happened, and why did he get out of prison so easily. If that is alright with you, I mean."
Having only the one chair, Glaive instead sits on his back legs. "Ah, well, I can tell you about that I guess, but why would you care? Are you a friend of Stiletto, or Flux? I can't recall seeing you with them before?"
Indigo looks at the chair, then at Glaive, and sits on the floor. He'd rather the wounded pony get a better seat. "Oh, I am no friend of Stiletto. I only know Flux in passing him sometimes. Besides, she wronged me, and I hate to see her get away with anything so easily." says Indigo angrily. Then adds "You look tired, wouldn't you prefer to sit on a chair?"
"No no, you are the guest here, I insist you take the chair." Glaive continues to sit on the floor. "I am glad to hear that at least one other pony here is no friend of Stiletto. Her lifestyle is cancer on this community, but how has she wronged you?"
Indigo walks around the room as he speaks with anger, often glancing at Glaive. "Where do I even begin... She doesn't respect our traditions or even common decency. She has several lovers, and there are always, always problems with that. She also corrupted Kat, who used to be my friend, and tried to use her against me. She bewitched Virtue to agree to anything she wants, and think Stiletto is the best of us. She has her underlings taking care of our foals, no doubt planting dangerous ideas in their little heads. She harassed me, and tried to choke me for opposing her. Finally one of her goons broke your leg, and got away with it. I checked the code of laws. The minimum punishment for that is two weeks. But not only did Flux get out after three days, is happened right after Stiletto did something to you in the hospital. They even dared to throw a party to celebrate how little they care about our laws, or even basic decency, and from what I've seen you were forced to attend. That monster deserves exile at best. So, are you still surprised that I want to know, what she did to you, so that Flux walks free, while your leg is in a cast?"
Glaive listens intently to Indigo's rant. He agreed in general with most of it, but thought the need to tell him what actually happened that day. "I see, well I think I should tell you all the details about what happened between me and Flux." Glaive breathes deeply before continuing, "I was heading over to Falcata's house after work, we are um, involved together...”
"A white pegasus guard with red hair, she was wounded twice." Nods Indigo.
Glaive continues, ignoring the interruption. “I heard music coming from the room. At first I thought she was just playing by herself, but then I heard a second instrument, I opened the door and found her and Flux alone together, playing music. Now I wasn't happy to see this, but I trust Falcata, I trust her that nothing inappropriate was going on. I sat next to her as the song finished and we began to talk. He told me that the wonderfully beautiful instrument she's been playing was a recent gift from him. I assumed at this point that Stiletto's ideas had corrupted Flux, and I don't think I was wrong about that. I thought he was trying to seduce her, and while I trusted her not to do anything, I needed to stop it. I wanted to talk to him alone, but Falcata insisted that I say it to him in front of her. I told him that I didn't appreciate him giving her expensive presents, and that we wanted nothing to do with that slut Stiletto's depraved ideas. He got defensive and threatened me if I said anything else about Stiletto. So naturally I did, and he kicked me. He only fractured my leg, it was me suddenly putting all my weight on it that broke it. Then he went to jail, and I to the hospital."
Indigo just listens on with somber expression.
"Stiletto found me in the hospital later, she didn't know what had happened yet, but kept asking questions, I told the truth and she got violent. No, she didn't hurt me, but was floating and using illusion magic to appear as if on fire, and spoke to me in a giant booming voice. We yelled back and forth. I thought she was going to kill me, she was shouting that I should be exiled... for my jealousy of all things. I garbed a chair to defend myself, but she crushed it with her magic. Then I took up a knife, and she calmed down and left. She seems to think she won the debate."
"It seems that she did." Indigo looks sad. "I see you have a lot to loose in opposing her. I also understand, why you got so worked up with Flux. Musicians are notorious for their infidelity. But how did she get Flux out of prison? Tell me what I need to know before I go talk to Virtue. Oh, and did you press charges against her for that assault in the hospital? Were they dropped? And exiled? You? Really?"
"I never pressed charges against Stiletto, perhaps I should have, but I did not. However, I think you are mistaken, Stiletto didn't get Flux out of jail. She insisted that she be locked up too until his sentence was finished. I requested Flux be released early."
"WHAT? How? Why?" Indigo looks at Glaive with shocked expression until realisation dawns on him. "Falcata. They used your finance against you, is that it? They tried with me and Kat."
"It's difficult to explain. But they didn't use Falcata against me. She just asked me to go talk to Flux, to work out our differences. I was reluctant but agreed. I told him I was sorry for HOW I said those things, and he apologized for hitting me. If he had said the things I said about Stiletto about Falcata, I would have done worse. I told him I'd try to forgive him. And when I was leaving, I stopped by Virtue's office and asked her to have him let out in the morning."
Indigo facetables on that, then groans. "Why would you even want to do that? If you said nothing, they would both stay out of sight for two months. More if you pressed additional charges. You still have a bum leg, what does this kind of forgiveness even give you? Don't you understand crimes must be punished?" Indigo sighs, and looks depressed.
Glaive sighs, "It wasn't an easy decision. More than a small part of me wanted to say nothing, and I'd consider Stiletto being locked up a grace for the town. I'd have her exiled if it was up to me. But Flux, he's a good pony, he's being mislead by Stiletto, but he has a good soul. I don't think having him locked up with her for 2 months would help him."
Indigo sighs again. "She seems to be targeting ponies who are shy and naive first. I hardly know Flux. On the surface he seems alright. But he still broke your leg, and I don't think going free and staying in Stiletto's company is going to improve anything. Besides how can she be locked up with him? Do we only have one prison cell? Visitors are allowed, but not permanently. It seems that either way she wins, but by staying free she wins more."
Glaive frowns "We do have multiple cells, but Virtue allowed them to share one, and was letting her stay with Flux indefinitely. But perhaps you are right. Maybe it was the wrong move. Maybe I did buck up. Don't think I haven't second and third guessed myself endlessly since then. Stiletto, I think she does think she is winning. She tried to give me a gift during the party, tried to become friends, she said. I refused, telling her we could never be friends, and walking away."
"Yes, she strikes me as very sly, has good manners and all. But underneath she is still a corrupted slut." Indigo frowns. "Refusing her gift is at least something I can respect you for, but I would have broken it on her head then and there and called her for it." He looks at the floor. "Well, maybe... I can try to talk to Virtue and undo some of the damage you've caused, but she is so impressed by Stiletto, that she is unlikely to believe me." He looks at Glaive "Thanks for telling me what happened. Unless you want to talk to me about something else, I'll go now. It is late."
"I would add one more thing. You mentioned before about Stiletto's group looking after the foals. I was, AM, concerned about that as well. That's way I try to help out when I can, teaching them things, and telling them stories meant to teach lessons. If you are worried about them, you should help out too. We likely can't have them banned from helping with the foals, but we can make sure they aren't the only influence." recommends Glaive.
"Foals? I'd rather some decent family be running the kindergarten. I'm not so good with them. I might drop by, but I think a better idea would be to talk about the problem with the parents here." Indigo then adds. "And at least I know now that Stiletto's influence isn't absolute, and there is at least one pony willing to stand against her, beside me."
"I'm glad I'm not alone in this either. But yeah, I'd suggest talking to the parents alone, about leaving their foals with Glyph and Kat. That might help," Glaive yawns, "but it's late now and I've got an early shift in the morning. I should really get some sleep."
Indigo nods. "Goodbye Glaive, I'll see what I can do tomorrow, and talk to you later."
Glaive shows Indigo out and locks his door. Ready at long last to go to sleep. He reaches down and unlocks the iron box, he takes out a shard of metal and looks at it while offering a prayer to his gods as he has done every night for years. He wraps the shard back up in cloth, and puts it back in its resting place and climbs in bed.
Glaive lies in bed and thinks about what Indigo said, maybe he'd been wrong to have Flux freed, it had felt like the right thing to do at the time, but maybe he was being too forgiving. Maybe he'd messed up. He didn't know what to think any more. Or maybe Indigo was wrong, he hadn't talked to Flux and hadn't seen the regret in his eyes, maybe Glaive was right. He just... didn't know anymore.
After the talk with Glaive, Ingigo's mood improved for the first time in weeks. He slept well that night, and had a lot to do tomorrow.
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Next evening, Indigo walks to Virtue's office with determination on his face. He knocks, then enters. “Hello Lady Virtue, I need to talk to you.”
Virtue starts a bit as she sees Indigo's expression. From what she'd seen, he was always a serious pony and if he was upset, she knew it had to be something major. "Indigo? What's the matter?"
“I want to talk to you about Flux. He hurt Glaive. The minimum punishment for that, even with all kinds of palliations is two weeks. So how come he got out of prison after three days, when it should have been more like three months?”
Her expression shifts curiously for a few moments. "Well... Glaive and Flux talked to each other, and he decided to drop the charges..."
“I know Glaive dropped the charges, I talked to him. But that doesn't mean, nothing happened. Just think what kind of message this tells to ponies here: That Stiletto and her group can ignore our traditions, laws and common decency and get away with it. They even organized a party to mock the law, and show they can get away with anything. Now Glaive walks around in a cast, and Flux walks free.”
Virtue's mouth hangs agape for a moment. "Mocking the law? I don't think... I mean, I don't think anypony believes that..." She raises an eyebrow cautiously. "...what did you want me to do? Put Flux back in jail?"
“No, I don't recommend imprisoning Flux again. That would show the ponies here that you hesitate or regret your decisions, and it wouldn't be a good thing. However a lesson that nopony is above the law must be taught to them. That day Stiletto went to the hospital, intimidated Glaive and destroyed a chair. Nopony pressed charges against her, and I intend to remedy the situation.”
"Sh-she destroyed that chair?" Virtue's eyes go wide. "Panacea was reluctant to tell me what happened..."
“The hospital suffered no structural damage, and some gypsum and paint was enough to renovate it, the chair was replaced and Glaive was not hurt further, but that doesn't mean she should feel entitled to walk around and intimidate ponies, especially in the hospital. She is guilty of assault, harassment and property damage. I need to look over the code of laws again, before filling the paperwork.”
Virtue is silent for a moment. This was exactly what she didn't need right now. Was everypony going to turn against Stiletto? Was this going to devolve into a feud between her friends and everypony else? She really, really didn't need this... but Indigo had a point, and she did need to be held accountable for what happened. She nods slowly and passes a book to him. "The information you need should be in here..."
“Don't get me wrong, I wish for her to be exiled for all the things she's done, but for now teaching her a small lesson about crime and punishment is the least I can do. Maybe giving her a taste of being held responsible for her actions will calm her down before she really hurts somepony. Mm... a month in prison, and 300 bits for property damage for the hospital sounds like a very moderate punishment, doesn't it? This is the first time she is facing charges after all. Panacea can buy some more supplies with whatever is left after replacing the chair and the renovation.”
Virtue's eyes widen a bit as she hears the word exile. Did he really hate her so? Did... did anypony else feel this strongly about her? Did Glaive? Somepony else she didn't even know about? She rivets her mind back to the conversation at hand with some difficulty. "...Panacea has already replaced the chair and fixed up the damage..."
“Yes, I think a new chair was given to her by Stiletto. Just subtract the value of a chair from 300, so she pays whatever is left.”
"300..." She looks down and thinks for a moment. "I... need to talk to Panacea about this... she might not want to press charges..."
“She doesn't have to. She just has to testify. Or Glaive can. Anypony can press charges. I have less to loose than Panacea or Glaive, and I no longer care if Stiletto's group blames it on me. As long as Stiletto pays for all the damage, and spends a few weeks in jail, the lesson will be taught.”
She chews her lip briefly. "If... if that's what you want to do..."
Indigo gives Virtue a long look in her eyes. “Like I said, laws need upholding. It is one of your duties. It is not pleasant to you, which I find reassuring, but it still needs to be done. Do you think I liked scrubbing the floors, and shovelling manure for the fields? I didn't, but those were my duties, and they needed to be done, so I did.” At least I could do that with my horn, not mouth, like those Earth Ponies. “And trust me, you really don't want the ponies around here to think they can ignore the law without any repercussions.”
Virtue's ears droop and she gives him a weak nod. "You're right, of course..." There had been more than a hoofful of times she wished she hadn't been saddled with the burden of leading anypony, much less nearly a hundred. To be tasked with judging ponies too... she really wanted to just go and hide somewhere, throw down her title and never have to face this again. But that wouldn't accomplish anything, really. She shuffles through a stack of long neglected papers and pulls out the forms. "...you'll need to fill these out..."
They fill the papers. When they are done, Indigo looks at Virtue, seeing her rather broken, and really not wanting to imprison anypony, so he tries to comfort her. “I think I should tell you what I think about your rule in general, you may find that reassuring. Overall you are doing a good job. We have everything we need, are reasonably safe and the steel production is running. I suppose I might offer a few small suggestions if you want to listen to them, but I still think highly of you as our leader. One thing I see as your weakness is that you are trying too hard to please everypony, and accommodate for the weirdest of requests, even at the cost of a few months work for a team of ponies.”
Virtue's face goes through a couple of conflicting expressions. It was good to know that somepony thought she was doing a good job... but with everything else going on she didn't know how much she believed it. And Indigo was probably right on that last part. She had irritated some ponies with Grapple's church, she knew. And they had a point. Who knew who else she'd annoyed by action or inaction? There wasn't any right answer to some questions, and she hated it... still, Indigo was trying to be helpful, she knew. And he had a point. Her face eventually settles on a troubled smile. "Thank you... I understand your concerns. And if you do have any suggestions, I'm always willing to listen."
“Ah, alright then.” Indigo lightens up and presents a long list of suggestions, much like in this post (http://www.bay12forums.com/smf/index.php?topic=96608.msg3061843#msg3061843), as well as some ideas about relocating workshops and stockpiles, to shorten the travel distance and improve efficiency. He also suggests building a chapel dedicated to all the gods popular in Dawnpick and Coupledye, and installing unicorn magic suppressors in at least one prison cell. ((And if the installation is fast enough, guess who is going to be affected by it.)) He ends by "But other than that I admire the work you're doing managing this place."
Virtue listens intently, taking in the suggestions as best she could. Most were quite reasonable and made a lot of sense. She'd do what she could to put as many in effect as she could. The chapel was a good idea. She didn't know if there was anypony here who would be willing to lead services, else she'd have done it years ago, but it might help ease the tensions a bit. And a magical ward in the jail was an excellent idea, even if she dared to dream it wouldn't be needed. "Thank you... those are all very good suggestions, and I think I should be able to start on some of those very soon."
Indigo looks rather happy. "I'm glad, I could help. I'll come see you, when I have anything else to tell you. Goodnight Lady Virtue." It went much better than expected. Not only did I manage to press charges against Stiletto. Years of observing ponies and workshops and stockpiles, and understanding how it all works together paid off in some suggestions, that will actually improve things. I even managed to lift her mood up by the end of our talk. He turns to leave.
Virtue watches as Indigo leaves, and sinks back into her chair before reluctantly jotting down his suggestions and returning to her paper work with rather less enthusiasm than when he entered. She felt a little better than when the conversation first started, but regardless she felt as if she'd been hit by a bin of blocks from the mason shops. With Indigo gone, she rests her chin on her hooves, blows out a breath and closes her eyes. What would be next? Would this infighting escalate? Would she be sentencing somepony for murder next? She shakes her head and slowly gets back to work, trying to ignore the nagging feeling in the pit of her stomach. It would all settle... eventually.
(( Feel free to roleplay this part with Stietto, Partisan, Kat, and whoever else might get involved. ))
((As for the kindergarten, this happens: Glaive sometimes visits the Kindergarten, while Indigo goes there only briefly, and finds it looking innocent on the surface, at least. He still doesn't trust Stiletto's friends, so he talks to some of the parents about Stiletto's debauchery spreading to her friends, possible indoctrination of their foals, and urges them to at least ask their kids about the kindergarden. Even if they aren't taught anything bad directly, they'll still observe Stiletto's group, and think some things are normal, which they aren't. Word about this activity of Indigo spreads, and eventually reaches Kat and Glyph.
The parents react differently to Indigo's concerns. Naginata works with both Kat and Glyph, so she trusts them to a degree. Ocean Breeze obviously trusts Glyph with her kids. Virtue mostly trusts them, although she's growing worried about Stiletto. Detergent, Hickory and Loom think something different. There are some ponies who don't approve of Stiletto's lifestyle. Indigo asks the parents who share his concerns to visit the kindergarten and spend time with the kids when they can. ))
(( This part can also be roleplayed as a scene, or several scenes. ))
Post by: melkor on April 04, 2012, 01:59:36 pm
I would like to inform you all that it took me 32:35 hours over the course of 8 days of great enjoyment to finish it.
keep it up
Post by: Telgin on April 04, 2012, 09:52:02 pm
Quote from: melkor
Hi there I have just finished reading the this entire topic and every single post in it.
I would like to inform you all that it took me 32:35 hours over the course of 8 days of great enjoyment to finish it.
keep it up
Glad you like it. :) Stay tuned, I'm sure more fun is to come.
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Kat nodded as Sarissa came out to tell her that she could go in now. Not really seeing Jaxler being taken to the Jail and was slightly confused when she didn't see him in the office with Virtue. But she's glad that he's not there anyway. "Lady Virtue? It's about Jaxler.." She began as she move into Virtue's office, closing the door behind them. Seeing the Obvious worries in Virtue's face, she wanted to ask what's wrong but decide against it and just focus on getting what she needs to say to be said "I'd like to Complain about him being Second in Command, Unguardly behavior and showing obvious distrust to everypony and challenging Partisan's authority. I.. don't think he should stay Second-in-Command of the guards." She managed out, keeping a calm voice so it doesn't sound like she have some personal beef going on with him.
Unaware that Jaxler just got into some serious dung already and that this would just make it worse for him.
"And Partisan seems to be going too easy on him aswell." She adds.
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Virtue tries to sigh inwardly, but some escapes her lips anyway. Why was this happening now? Her head is beginning to ache at the thought of where this was going, but she puts all of her effort into giving Kat her full attention. The pony certainly had a point. Jaxler wasn't a stellar example of a guardspony, although when he was on duty he did a decent job. But in light of recent events, Partisan may well want him expelled from the guard altogether. Maybe Kat did too. Maybe even Storm Cloud.
"I... see." She considered telling Kat what had just happened, but decided it best to leave that for Partisan. "I know he hasn't been the most shining example... but he does do a reasonably good job when on duty. Has anything specific happened? Have you talked to Partisan about this?"
Post by: vkiNm on April 04, 2012, 10:55:01 pm
"well, when he's on duty he does a fine job. But the problem is, he's not on-duty as much as he should. Comes to work late daily, most of the time hung-over, And I've talked with Partisan and Jaxler about this and Partisan said he'll look into it. But it's been a while and i still don't see anything happening at all so i decide that it's best bringing it straight to you lady Virtue." Kat explained. before adding "I don't like the Idea that the guards are a laughing stock of the fort because of how our second-in-command behaves..."
Post by: Kryptid on April 04, 2012, 11:33:58 pm
After finally getting hold of Partisan, Sarissa explained the situation to him as best as she understood it. The unicorn mare insisted that this new information provided sufficient cause for Jaxler to be removed from his position. It's not like Sarissa believed him to be the best material for a guardsman anyway. What good would it do the fort if it came under attack when he was sloppy drunk? A fighter should be ready at a moments notice, she believed. Partisan stated that he would handle the matter once he had taken time to consult Virtue. Sarissa reluctantly nodded and left to attend to her original business. Time to get back to sharpening Elegy; that ax was her most valued possession here at the fort.
Post by: Telgin on April 05, 2012, 12:36:51 am
All valid concerns... but it wouldn't make this any easier. It should, but it wouldn't. Jaxler needed to shape up. Anyplace but Dawnpick and he'd have been dismissed long ago. By rights she should have dismissed him long ago, or had Partisan do it. She wonders for a moment if maybe Partisan was as soft as she was. She couldn't blame somepony for having the same failings as she did... and he was a good commander otherwise.
"I... understand your concerns." She hangs her head slightly. "I've sent for Partisan. I suppose we need to decide what to do about this now. Jaxler is doing a good job when he is on duty, but it will tear my heart out if somepony gets hurt or dies when it could have been prevented. If doing something about Jaxler could prevent that..."
Post by: vkiNm on April 05, 2012, 02:10:08 am
Kat wanted to do something to comfort the baroness, maybe even give her a pat on the back. But she knew that it wouldn't exactly be the most appropriate thing for her to do right now. "Lady Virtue.. you can't carry the world on your back. Things will happens, Ponies will die. Those who were saved would still die anyway later. It would be better for everypony if you don't stress yourself too much on things that you couldn't fix, so that you'll have a clearer head to fight the problems that you can fix."
She let out a little sigh, then Smiles. Wanting to atleast put a smile, no matter how small, on Virtue's face. "But no matter what, Baroness, let it be known, Unlike Jaxler, I trust you and Partisan with my life. I Believe that you'll choose the right decision."
Post by: Telgin on April 05, 2012, 12:22:00 pm
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Kat was trying to be nice, and was mostly right, of course, but that didn't do a whole lot to help Virtue's mood. Still, the mare was trying, and she could appreciate that. "Thank you, Kat... I trust you with my life as well."
She opens her mouth to speak again, but is interrupted by a knock at her door, followed by Partisan peeking inside. "Excuse me, Lady Virtue? Sarissa said you were looking for me?"
Virtue nods and waves him in, trying to mask the extreme unease she felt. Time to get this over with. "Yes, please come in. Kat and I were discussing something about Jaxler." She searches her mind for the best way to break the news to both, and doesn't do a terribly good job. "She has some valid concerns about his performance and appearance in the guard... are... you aware of these problems?"
Partisan nods slowly and averts his eyes for a moment. "Yes... we've talked. I've been trying to find ways to get Jaxler to put a bit more pride in his position, but so far not much is working." He thinks a moment more and glances between the two mares. "I'm really not sure what to do. There's only four of us in the guard. He's a good shot too, and is quick to respond to trouble. But I do worry about it all..."
Virtue takes a deep breath and shuts her eyes for a moment. This wasn't going to be easy. At all. She opens her eyes and looks the two straight on. "I know. To make matters worse... I recently discovered that he is wanted for numerous counts of theft. He hasn't stolen from anypony in Dawnpick to my knowledge, but it still worries me to know that we have a criminal working in the guard. He says he came here to put all of that behind him, but it's something I can't just dismiss." She gives both a pleading expression. "I... don't... know what to do."
Partisan's mouth drops open and he simply stares back at Virtue.
Post by: vkiNm on April 05, 2012, 01:00:51 pm
Kat rise an eyebrow in slight surprise.
"Well.. that.. wasn't as bad as I expected." she mutters out, seeing the resigned expression on Virtue's face seems to have confused her as if she's asking a very simple question. "Um.. Lady Virtue? if you don't mind. I'd like to suggest that we live with now for the moment. Jaxler's been here for a while and if he haven't been stealing for a while then it shouldn't really matter to us anymore. What Matters more is about him being in the guards and not exactly acting like one. That's what's happening now, that's what happening everyday. So what if he was a thief a few years back? I've been things worse than that years ago, But Today we're the guards of Dawnpick. And that's that. But if you so think that something that have been done a long time ago should be held accountable now, then I won't object. Just suggesting that we really should focus on the current on-going problem. Not the dead ones in the past, else we'd find everypony guilty for something..."
Post by: Telgin on April 05, 2012, 01:28:34 pm
Perhaps truer words had never been spoken. She nods understandingly, and replies, "You're right. We need to work this out... worry about that if we have to..." She turns her attention to Partisan. "What do you suggest?"
"I... well... I'd sort of intended to ask you that... but I think there's really only one thing that can be done right now." His eyes fall to the floor. "Jaxler has not shown the responsibility he should for his position. I've tried to be reasonable about it, but I think we've gone past reasonable. Storm Cloud is next in line, in terms of seniority. I'm going to place him second in command." He turns to look at Kat. "You're up after Storm Cloud, of course. Jaxler is at the bottom of the list now. If he shapes up, maybe he won't stay there if we get more recruits."
Oh, how he hated to do that. Jaxler had been in the guard nearly as long as he had, and hadn't been a bad soldier. But this wasn't the time to let personal feelings obscure the truth. Storm Cloud and Kat probably deserved the position better than Jaxler. There was more to this job than just holding a crossbow and shooting diamond dogs. Jaxler was good at that... but the rest of it he seemed to hold with relatively little respect. And it reflected poorly on all of them.
Post by: vkiNm on April 05, 2012, 03:20:41 pm
Kat looks like she was about to object Partisan's decision, quite obviously disagreeing in his choice in choosing the new Second-in-command, But choose to not take back her word in trusting that he'll make the right decision.. Although it might be the one that she don't quite agree on. She Straighten up and give him a quick Salute "Aye Captain.." She said in acknowledgement, After mentally clearing that sentence from any bitterness that might be mixed in her tone.
Post by: Telgin on April 05, 2012, 10:12:50 pm
Virtue nods slowly at Partisan's decision. At least it was his word, not just hers. "Then it's settled... perhaps we should go break the news to him." She leads the group down to the cells and locates Jaxler in his cell. "Jaxler... we've got something we need to tell you..."
Post by: jaxler on April 05, 2012, 10:18:59 pm
Jaxler was still siting on the ground when the group came down. he was also surprised to see that Virtue seemed more stressed now, then she did before.
"Let me guess, you're going to behead me?"
Post by: Telgin on April 05, 2012, 10:23:11 pm
"No... of course not," she responds, shaking her head slightly. Well... she could let Partisan take all of the blame here, but it was her job to be the leader in this place, no matter how much she hated it sometimes. "...we... have decided to let you stay in the guard... but you'll be working under everypony else. Storm Cloud is now second in command, and Kat third."
Post by: jaxler on April 05, 2012, 10:26:20 pm
"let... me... out... of this cell..."
Post by: Telgin on April 05, 2012, 10:34:05 pm
She had planned on doing that... but after hearing the way he requested it, she thought perhaps that would be a bad idea. "I... think perhaps it would be best if you had some time to... think about this... first." She takes a cautious step closer to the the bars. "...but I don't think we'll be holding you for the charges of theft..."
Post by: jaxler on April 05, 2012, 10:36:02 pm
"let... me out... NOW!"
Post by: Telgin on April 05, 2012, 10:40:54 pm
Virtue recoils at the verbal explosion. She backs away and shakes her head. "No... no, I don't think that's a good idea..." She thinks for a moment and fails to think of anything remotely good to say. Perhaps they should just leave.. come back to see him tomorrow...
Post by: jaxler on April 05, 2012, 10:43:38 pm
"LET ME OUT OF HERE SO I CAN PUT A GOD DAMNED HOOF SHAPED RESIGNATION LETTER THROUGH PARTISAN'S BUCKING HEAD, YOU SICK BASTARD!"
Post by: Telgin on April 05, 2012, 10:56:16 pm
She backs away from him completely up against the cells at the far side of the hall. "I... I'm sorry Jaxler... I..." She takes a step toward the stairs leading back up. "I... I'll let you three talk this through..." She hurriedly makes for the exit, incapable of taking any more of this. She hated to put Partisan and Kat through this... but they'd dealt with him before... on a regular basis.
They might have the nerves for this... but she didn't.
Post by: jaxler on April 05, 2012, 11:05:24 pm
"LET ME THE BUCKING HELL OUT OF HERE, YOU BUCKING COWARD!"
EDIT: I need to talk with Kat and Partisan.
Post by: Telgin on April 06, 2012, 01:42:08 am
Update, finally. Not a lot of interesting stuff, but a bunch of new ponies:
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Virtue's Diary - 17th Galena, 258
I don't know what to think. Today, Kiln came to me, and admitted to me that she is a spy. She actually told me that her name is Amor, and that her family has some claim to these lands. She tells me that the lands are really ours, but I don't know what to believe. She seemed to be concerned about my response, but if I'm honest I still don't know what to think.
At least she doesn't appear to be dangerous. For now, I told her that she is free to remain in Dawnpick and to continue whatever work she can find.
I fear that this may one day escalate to conflict. I dearly hope not, but if it does I don't know what I will do. Today is one of those days that I really don't know if I have the strength to go on. If I was given the opportunity to give this job to somepony else... to go back and live in Coupledye with my family as a nopony... I might would take it.
22nd Galena, 258
Today Copper Trim is officially a mare! Detergent and Savory were happy to see their little filly start her first day working with Castiron and the other smiths. She has always had a fascination of working with metal, and we've got tons of it for her to practice with. Watching the young ones start their first days among the adults is always heartwarming, but I know she's going to be tired by the time the day is out.
20th Felsite, 258
Today was... stressful, to say the least. Indigo came to me today with grievances against Stiletto, telling me about how she was corrupting everypony and flaunting our laws. I admit that I don't feel the same way she does about family, but I don't think there is any reason to punish her for that.
Indigo insists that she be punished for the damage she has done. I tried to talk him down, since she has already replaced the chair, but he was persistent. He also asked for me to begin training civilians as reserves for the militia. I don't think it's really needed, but if it's something to take his mind off of all of this then maybe it will help. I just dearly hope I don't come to regret that decision. I'll speak with Halberd privately later and ask him and Naginata to keep an eye on Indigo.
Stiletto came to me later today and we talked a bit. She's a pleasant pony to speak with, and I really don't understand why Indigo holds such contempt for her. Anyway, I told her what he plans to do, and she seemed to be as mystified as I was. At least she didn't get consumed with anger, not that I really worried she would.
I just don't know what I'm going to do. Jail time seems excessive for it, even if Panacea agreed that she was intimidated and frightened by her, a fine is the most I would think is appropriate. Indigo isn't going to like that, I know.
Why must I be presented with these problems? And worse, why can't I face them like a mare?
14th Limestone, 258
Glaze gave birth today to an adorable little pegasus filly that the parents named Violet. I'm sure her siblings will be happy to have another join them. Granite is still the only colt in the family, but he now has a pegasus sister to add to the little unicorns in his family.
24th Limestone, 258
I knew that Hickory couldn't be far behind Glaze, and she proved me right today by giving birth this afternoon. She also gave birth to a little pegasus filly, who the family named Peony. I was also happy to see her adult siblings among those present afterward. It reminds me of just how far we've come in Dawnpick, and just how long we've been out here.
I can't help but wonder how long it will be before we see our first grandchildren born here.
6th Timber, 258
Early this morning Loom gave birth to her third son, a little unicorn colt the family named Heliotrope for his color. As I always do, I gave the family some time off to recover and get to know the newest member of their little group. I realized today with the town's newest member, we're up to ninety-nine ponies! I'd have never believed we'd have so many out here in our modest little mining town, but nearly a third were born here.
I wonder who will be the magical newborn that pushes over the 100 mark?
I set the child cap to 25 at this point. I won't be getting any new births for a while, not until a few foals grow up. I've got room for them all, but finding work for the growing foals will be hard enough!
20th Timber, 258
We had a bit of an interesting development today. A new mare arrived at Dawnpick this afternoon, and she calls herself Oil Macepony. She was injured and doesn't speak much midpony, so we had a bit of trouble getting a complete story out of her. I'll go by and see Panacea later and find out how she is doing. Her wounds didn't seem life threatening at least, so she should be alright.
I had to reassign Spool to Oil Macepony, then back to Spool, then to Sweet Nectar, so the official explanation is that she did jack diddly for now.
18th Moonstone, 258
It's been a while since we've seen any Diamond Dogs around Dawnpick, but one showed up today and managed to sneak his way past the traps. It's a very unnerving thing they've learned to do. Regardless, Jaxler and Kat were right there to drive him away. I didn't go chasing after them of course, but I hear they put him down somewhere in the hills just outside the north wall. I know it won't matter though, there will be more soon.
28th Moonstone, 258
Seems I was right about the Diamond Dogs! Another made its way inside today, and attacked Valor! I was nearly hysterical when I saw the thief approach my son, but Partisan heard my cries and came galloping. When the thief saw him, he made a run for it, but Jaxler cut him off at the gate. He and Partisan shot the thief dead on the drawbridge, fortunately out of sight of both Valor and me.
The little colt was terrified after the incident, and I'm not afraid to admit I was too. He said he's scared to even go outside now... it tears my heart out, but I know he just needs some time to recover. Either Harvest Moon or I will be with him at all times, my poor little pony.
1st Obsidian, 258
As many bad days as I've had lately, today makes up for it. Glaive and Falcata were wed today, and I presided over the ceremony. I don't think I've ever seen the two of them so happy, and thinking back to my own wedding with Harvest Moon I don't blame them. After Falcata's heartfelt vows to her husband, I really put it in perspective. It's really no small miracle that she is even alive, and I thank everything that is good in this world every time I think about those terrible events.
I gave the two some time off for whatever celebrating they want. I hope the best for them and their future. I can think of no two ponies who were more made for each other.
Hacking success! Proof of concept that I can force ponies / dwarves to marry! The two didn't seem to want to get together so I waved my magic wand over them, and presto!
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5th Obsidian, 258
Another pony was gripped by a strange mood today, which was becoming a bit rare, much to my delight. This time it was Alpine, Hickory and Splinter's son. His parents rushed off to be with him while it happened, and I don't blame them. The little colt quietly plodded off to one of our craftshops and set off to find everything he needed.
So far everypony who has suffered through these moods has turned out just fine, so I'm not worried. I'm sure he'll be okay. I'm still going to head over to see them tomorrow if he isn't done with whatever he is working on and offer what moral support I can.
19th Obsidian, 258
Another of Naginata's little colts is officially a stallion today! Much to her and Marble's relief, he didn't want to join her in the militia and opted for a more simple life helping the farmers with the growing number of animals we've come to acquire here in Dawnpick. It might be a simple life, but there's little more rewarding than knowing that you're a corner stone of the life of everypony in the town.
21st Obsidian, 258
A merchant caravan from home was spotted in the distance today, along with a caravan from the rainbows near behind. As has been the case in the past, I asked the militia and guard to watch out for thieves nearby. They seem to know when to strike, and my hunch turned out to be right.
Glyph ran into the first thief just outside the gate after the merchants made it inside. The thief didn't make it far from what I heard, and Glyph slew him with his axe near the moat.
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Falcata found the next thief, approaching from the opposite direction. She dealt with it as she always does, dispatching him before the rest of the militia even made it to her.
While the carnage was going on outside the gate, Alpine at least finished what he was working on. He made a pick out of some of the giraffe bone we had lying around underground. It is truly superb in its manufacture, but I have no idea what we'll do with it. The miners have enough picks as it is, so for now at least I just let the family keep the tool and mount it as a testament to Alpine's achievement.
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23rd Obsidian, 258
I met with our liaison today and with the merchants soon after. So far everypony in Coupledye seem to be happy with what we've done out here so far, and we need to keep up the good work. As a show of that, we sent back about 50,000 bits worth of steel bars, weapons and armor with the merchants.
We also traded some of our home grown food for a variety of things from home and the rainbow ponies. We got a lot of cloth, some exotic metals (particularly a few alloys we can't get or make here), some exotic food and the seeds to grow a few new plants here. I know I'm looking forward to the first bread that Skillet makes from the longland flour we'll be producing here soon!
13th Felsite, 259
It came to my attention some time ago that the dining hall was becoming a bit crowded. It was high time we started doing something about that, so I sent the order down to the masons and architects to start expanding the dining hall. It should hold a fair bit more ponies inside now, and I'm sure we'll all enjoy the extra room.
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While I was at it, I sent the word for the masons to start fixing up the walls in some places. Early on when we were desperate to get closed off from the thieves, we built the walls in the fastest way we could, taking care of the local geography. Now though, we've got a bit of extra time on our hooves and a moat to keep us safe, so a little extra room inside the walls would go a long way.
We've started fixing them to be even now. It will give us some room to build a few more smelters, which we'll probably need soon to keep up with demands for the steel here.
14th Felsite, 259
Something horrible happened today. I didn't know what had happened when I first heard Falcata's cries of despair coming from the hospital. I thought somepony was badly hurt or killed, maybe even Glaive. The truth was maybe worse.
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She and Glaive had been sparring, and there was an accident. I didn't ask the details from Panacea, but she said the way Falcata got hurt... it... it killed her unborn foal. I can't imagine what she and Glaive must be going through right now.
The child might not have even been born yet, but it still tears me up inside thinking about it. If anything happens to any of my children, I wouldn't be able to stand it.
I've sent the order to Halberd for them to be given as much time off as they need to cope with this. This is something I'd go over his head about if I had to, but I don't think I will.
I just can't imagine...
This is kind of my fault, I think. There are three known things that can cause miscarriages in game: physical trauma, dehydration and starvation. Falcata hasn't been attacked an enemy in a long time, but she has been working in the gym, where she stays until she's hungry or thirsty. I'm not convinced she got to dehydration or starvation levels, but maybe she did when I wasn't looking.
I think it happened because of her sparring with Glaive. I've read that when unlucky, sparring can cause this, but I've never noticed before since you don't get notifications for miscarriages like you do for births.
The only other explanation is I managed to flub something with the hack, which is possible but unlikely since she did get pregnant in the first place. I'll continue to watch and see if it happens again...
Oh, and here's the link to the save if anyone is interested: http://www.filedropper.com/dawnpick
I had to change download providers. I need to sign up for Dropbox or something, because this one kinda sucks. If people have problems with the download I'll try another provider.
Post by: Dsarker on April 06, 2012, 02:01:34 am
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Glaive sits in a dark corner of the dining hall, a half finished mug of strong drink before him. His face is blank, expressionless. Nopony sits with him, a few have tried to start conversations with the somber unicorn, but were quickly brushed off. Glaive desired nothing more than to be alone with his thoughts, and his guilt.
Friesden hops through the dining room, peering around the room, looking for one pony in particular. Spotting him lurking in a dark corner, she hops over to him, a smile on her face. “Meow! That’s bunny talk for ‘I found you!’. Why haven’t you been at the stables?”
Glaive turns to look at the new arrival, “Oh hello, Friesden. Still pretending to be a bunny I see.” says Glaive attempting to dodge the question. ‘She doesn’t need to know about that.’ he thought.
“Meow! Of course I’m still a bunny, silly! Why haven’t you been telling stories?” she persists, hopping about once or twice while she speaks. “The other ponies don’t tell as good stories as you do.”
“I’m sorry I haven’t been telling you foals stories, and I’m glad you enjoyed them, but...I don’t think I can do that anymore.” Glaive turns away from the filly and takes a swig of his drink.
Friesden looks up to the unicorn. “But...But why not? Does Falcata not like you taking time away from her? Scary lady doesn’t like almost-dad staying away from her. Is that what’s happened? Maybe you can bring her along to help you tell the stories!”
“Scary Lady?” inquires Glaive, “Who is that? Stiletto?”
“Stiletto’s the buffalo, silly! Scary lady is miss Kat,” answers Friesden in a cheerful voice. “But is that what’s wrong? I could ask almost-dad if Falcata could help you tell stories! I’m sure he’d say yes!”
“I’m sure he would, but that’s not what’s wrong.” Glaive hesitates before going on, “Friesden...I did a bad thing, I hurt somepony, and that’s why I don’t think I can come back.” Glaive stares down at his drink, not daring to look at the filly.
“Can’t you just say sorry? That’s what almost-dad told me to do whenever I did something wrong. And that’s what all the ponies in your stories do. They say ‘Sorry I hurt you’, and then everything is okay again. I can help you say sorry, if you want some help!”
Glaive looks at Friesden again and begins to speak softly, “Sometimes, sometimes saying sorry isn’t enough. I have apologized, again and again, but I know it isn’t enough, and I don’t know if she can ever forgive me, and even if she does, I know I can’t forgive myself, not after what I did.”
Friesden crooks her head. “Um... Have you asked Falcata for help? I know whenever I have problems saying sorry, almost-dad can help me. Maybe she can help you say sorry to that pony. Or I can help, too!”
Glaive smiles at the filly, her innocence was quite charming, he places a hoof on her head and messes up her mane, “It is kind of you to offer your help, Friesden. You are a very good filly. Please don’t ever change. But this is something Falcata and I need to work through on our own.”
“Falcata’s already helping you say sorry to the pony? Maybe we should go see her and see if she’s found a way to say sorry? Then you can come back and tell us stories again. Maybe with Falcata too!”
Glaive’s smile quickly fades with the filly’s words. “No Friesden, you misunderstand. The...the pony that I hurt...was Falcata.”
Friesden gapes at Glaive’s words. “I-I-I-Is...Is she okay? Should we see her? What happened?”
“Do not worry Friesden, she is okay now. She was not badly hurt during the accident, but she...lost something very precious to her, to both of us... and it was all my fault.”
“Um...Have you tried looking for it? I lose things all the time, but almost-dad helps me find them again! Or...If it’s broken...Have you tried fixing it?” Friesden looks up to Glaive, and almost on compulsion, gives him a hug. “Dad says sad ponies need more hugs.”
Glaive is surprised by the sudden hug, but hugs the little pony back, it might not have been the proper thing for a stallion of his position to do, but he did feel like he needed one right now. “Thank you Friesden,” he says, “but what was...broken, that day can’t be fixed by any magic on heaven or earth.”
“Um... Have you tried getting a new one? Maybe you could do that as an apology?”
Glaive chuckles, “Well, I can’t exactly go out and buy one, but you might have a point. Don’t you worry about us, my little pony. Fal and I will work through this, it’ll take some time, but then I promise I’ll come back and tell you more stories.”
Friesden gives Glaive another hug. “That’s good to hear.”
Glaive gives Friesden a brotherly kiss on the forehead as he returns the hug again before setting Friesden back on the ground. He abandons his drink on the table, determined to make things work now, and says to the filly “Thank you Friesden. You’ve helped us more than you know. I’m going to go find Falcata now. We have a lot to talk about.” Then the unicorn makes his way past Friesden to exit the hall in search of his wife.
Post by: vkiNm on April 06, 2012, 08:34:01 am
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"LET ME THE BUCKING HELL OUT OF HERE, YOU BUCKING COWARD!"
EDIT: I need to talk with Kat and Partisan.
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Kat watches the enraged pony yelling and shouting, then says "You know, yelling and shouting and doing what you're doing right now isn't going to get you out of that cell any sooner. We'll just wait until you calm down first then let you out. Sounds good Partisan?"
Post by: Psalms01 on April 06, 2012, 02:15:38 pm
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It is 24th day of Galena in the 258th year of the Mythic Age.
The Galena-time sun spears the eastern horizon as it fills the atmosphere with its yellow glow. A ray of light barely touches and illuminates the face of a stirring Unicorn, she wills herself entirely awake. Amor scrunched her eyelids shut at the light piercing through the outside fortifications and her own window. The Little Pony stretches and yawns in the morning's sun radiance.
The mental checklists that Amor’s Old Master instilled when she was younger, rushes through her head What woke me, where am I, is anypony here, are there any traps, have any entrances been tampered with… and the list goes on. In a flash the list is done and she leaves her bed, similar to a bird fleeing its nest. The metallic pony skipped her usual daybreak exercises and instead just opened the room’s glass-portal, leaving and closing it behind her. Many ponies join with me in what I jokingly labeled ‘The Well Run’; a sluggish stride to lineup at the well. Doubtlessly we were herd animals, but our rational minds have created many weird, but useful concepts, such as privacy.
Family ponies took up much of the space around the well, where they bathed their loved ones. Single ponies had no such luxury, but gladly accepted the personal freedom. Privacy was practiced at the well and it was not hard to find ways to disappear when cleaning. Besides, most ponies were too sleepy to care what others were doing. Amor usually had to imitate grogginess to avoid conversation, but ever since her confession to Virtue, she was left drained anyway. Fortunately for ponies, the cool water was more then sufficient to wake them up.
Amor’s noble tutelage and exposure to other cultures, such as the Deuchmeiner, should have made her feel alienated, but here she was; just another common mare wearing a crimson beetroot robe-chemisier. Most ponies wore clothing and none appeared to mind the various levels of nudity, others were displaying, as well as different number of layers and styles of each other’s garb. Concealing the cutie mark was wont to her, but it was taught out of consideration for others and her. My Old Master once told me a bedtime story, where in some village; a colt was cursed with a skull on his flanks. The villagers, seeing this, sacrificed him to their gods. What compels a teacher to tell such stories to a three year old filly at bedtime was beyond me, but a moral about not allowing one’s fate be decided by some mark on one’s flanks could be learned from it.
The bath was welcomed, but not the coldness, leaving little doubt in the mare’s mind that the colder months would lead to some smelly ponies. An idea crosses the Unicorn’s mind: use the warm rocks within the deep mines for a bathhouse. The thought is dismissed by the technical difficulties and the belief, that Dawnpick held a couple of ingenious engineers, who may have thought the same. Shortly after her bath and back in her quarters, the copper Unicorn replaces her nightwear with a mason’s smock, that by pony standards are slightly excessive in converge.
Not eating within the Dining Hall used to be a part of my routine, because of my mission, but this breakfast was different. I still had my meal in my room, but this time it was by choice. From my bed, I elegantly sipped down the big tasty stew created by Skillet, and ate some carrot slices, while watching the other ponies from my window. I was no longer a spy and a spectator, but an active player. After breakfast I went to the masons’ workshop near the craft-ponies’ workshop and examined the order for that day from Virtue. Cut half a dozen gabbro rough stones into roof tiles for the gym and make a statue. I set to work on the tiles, as I contemplate the theme for the statue, perhaps another one with Panacea embracing two giant rats.
Indigo woke up shortly after dawn, stretched, rolled over, laid on his bed for ten more minutes and finally got up. He washed in a bowl of water, that got to room temperature during the night, which saved him a trip to the well and waiting for his turn. He daily replaces the water in the evening, but it is well worth the effort. He put on his work robe. It is tattered and patched multiple times, but it still serves its purpose and replacing clothes is always costly. He went to the dining hall and managed to get to the food stores, while many of the others are still at the well, or on their way back to their rooms. He ate his breakfast slowly, listening to other ponies’ gossip and went to work on building the gym. It is mostly for the soldiers to work on their strength and stamina, but civilians will be allowed to use it too.
Amor retrieves a rough gabbro rock from an adjacent stockpile and carries it on her back, akin to an Earth Pony. She was wise to her body and knew about its limits and how to use it efficiently to her will. The other ponies would have questioned her ways, but thought, that the Unicorn may have been magically stunted; a thought that she accepted. The truth was that the mare knew a lot of spells, but most was malevolent in nature. Magic for Amor was little more than a weapon and a tool to manipulate lesser ponies.
I was a punctual pony; I arrived on time and didn’t waste the time of others, but also remembered to use my own time wisely. Sadly, blocks and tiles are boring; but they are important and make working on real art, like statues, much more enjoyable by contrast. It was foal’s play to visualize a tile and be mindful of fissures, lest one gets pebbles instead of tiles. After I completed three sets of tiles, it was time for a small break. I listened to the sounds of echoing hooves at work in the distance, which sets today’s mood.
Amor was joined by three other stonemasons, who were building the gym. By second nature she kept working, as the newcomers seize her plain, but ever precise, roof tiles. The metallic colour pony was paid little mind, but she noted them: Indigo, a dyer turned stonecrafter; Saw Dust, who fancies himself both a carpenter and a mason and the mare Hickory, who is a woodcutter but knows a lot about construction. Something catches her eye, Indigo had a hurt look in his large heliotrope iris eyes, that even Amor’s poor empathy could see. She formulated a sympathetic scheme in her mind and waited. The Unicorn mare took her time working and allowing the builders to collect her roof tiles for the gym. She would join them later in the day.
Indigo used to hang out with that Pegasus Kat during breaks and lunch, but this never happens anymore. There were only two ponies here, who I could call friends: Loom who once conversed with me at lengths about our father’s gardens and Barley, who would make a great listener if only he wasn’t dead. It was strange: Indigo and Kat still had their lives, so why would anything part them? Was he terrified of Kat’s lifestyle corrupting him? Why didn’t he think that the opposite could happen? Maybe I can help him at this time.
The Little Pony exercised patience and managed her time until the last block. Amor had an idea, as the builders returned for their last round of tiles. With four sets of tiles and just three ponies it was rational for her to join them. In only a moment the ponies were walking side-by-side. For Amor it was the time to talk to Indigo and work on her objective.
Amor hummed, mimicking those attempting to recollect a forgotten name. Turning to see if it secured the attention of the stallion adjacent to her, then opened her mouth. This time the words do not betray her. “You are Indigo, right? If you can not recall, my name is Amor, but you probably know me by my nickname Kiln. It is such a thrilling summer’s day is it not?” The Little Unicorn struggles to lock her eyes with his, with the determination of a wrestler grabbing his opponent. With some effort she should be able to elongate our chat with such questions, as how’s progress on current projects and the like.
Indigo aligns his tile within its place with the rest of them, then looks at Amor beside him. It is unlike this reclusive mare to strike a conversation with him, and if she does, they normally talk about their work, not weather. “Yes, my name is Indigo. The day is...” he looks around, noticing some white clouds giving shade, “pleasant and good for work, although a bit too warm for me.” What does she really want from me? Obviously not to talk about the weather. Indigo gives her a look, but when she says nothing more, so he just keeps on walking towards the gym, and watching his steps. She’ll tell me soon enough, I guess.
Why does he show such disinterest when I talk? The Indigo I spied, was more outspoken. Also does anypony around here know a proper greeting anymore? Though all I have done was to say hellos and goodbyes. Thinking back, to avoid other ponies, I continued working during the breaks. If approached by another pony during a break, I would keep working; if they waited more then thirty minutes, they would be worth being friends with. But I know I made it hard for them. At first they must have thought me either industrious or unsociable, maybe a mixture of both, but eventually they just accepted it.
The two ponies come before the main road and must stop for Detergent and her delightful hoof-full of foals following her in droves. Amor decides to question the Stallion beside her, while their way is blocked. “Indigo, I noticed on my work mandate, that these are the last blocks of the day, so how far along is the gym?”
Indigo lets the foals pass, and looks at Amor again. “I prefer to think of it as a suggestion, and not mandate. The way I see it, just keep the tiles coming till we have enough. Making a few more or less than the daily quota doesn’t matter much, as long as we keep their counts accurate. As to the gym, why ask me, just see for yourself. It is almost finished. Several more days for the roof and cleaning the place and it will be ready to be furnished.” Indigo shrugs “Let’s just keep working, till we are done.”
“I do not want to be a bother to the Baroness, who manages the projects. Lady Virtue has enough toil without concerns about mis-production, so I simply do the listed work.” Amor said, while taking pleasure in the heart warming sight of the passing-by foals, seven in all. “A week ago I held an audience with our Lady and asked, if I could have a managerial position along with my masonry. The Lady may have taken my request as a joke, because of informality, but… I have faith in the baroness’s will.” She adds.
The metallic mare’s thoughts drift to Detergent’s fertility, and the question of why she refuses to use contraceptives. After my exposure to Coupledye’s slums, where the problems of overpopulation were apparent, the idea of such a big family draws my wrath at the parents. Who would bring so many foals into this world and such a dangerous place, that this village can be. She drops the anger quickly, before it shows in her body. They had the right and the militia kept Dawnpick safe. On another note, Stiletto’s flock and their questionable actions also help keep the population down. All things have their balance, I guess. All this thought takes place in a second for Amor, as the dam and her foals past.
Indigo smiles “I understand, but I have a much more relaxed approach. We can always use another rock pot for keeping food, or some more blocks for construction, and have an abundance of rocks, so when I’m at the workshop, I simply work for a day. I look at the order of course, but treat it as a guideline, not something set in stone. If I do more, then we have more, and if I’m clumsy or sluggish or just have a bad day, that’s not a big problem too. I can always finish another day, or some other mason can help me. Just think about your tiles as parts of a bigger whole. We need a certain number to finish the gym and if we get them faster, we’ll be done faster. If there is any surplus left, it can be used for something else. Besides, we are paid for our produce, not our time.” He frowns, changing topic. “As to you asking for ‘management position’, I don’t think we need more managers meddling with our work. If you have some sensible suggestions, simply offer them to Lady Virtue. She usually listens and is thankful for them.”
Indigo looks at Detergent’s foals. She is working hard on keeping the population stable, and more than compensates for the likes of me. Those foals will also be sociable and learn how to take care of their own kids just by being part of a big family. Is there maybe something, I could do for them?
“I have never seen Virtue outside the fort; she spends too much time in there, and I know Earth Ponies love the outdoors.” Amor said watching her steps, balancing her tiles, and adds more. “I was taught advanced mathematics at a young age, and had management responsibilities before but… those memories are bitter.” Saying as she bites her bottom lips.
“Well, if you just want to count our stocks and do things like that, I guess Lady Virtue could use some help. As for myself, I offer her what suggestions I can. Feedback from work teams is useful.” If she really means to tell me, what those ‘bitter thoughts’ are, she will. Otherwise old wounds like that are better left untouched.
“Our Lady is an exemplar of diligence, but she could show more wiliness to receive help. Take me for example; I do only what I am able to, and let others have their responsibilities. Maybe she just enjoys all the work… but I dislike talking ill of others and mean no disrespect to the baroness, forgive me.” The little mare said; afterwards her nerves try to get the best of her and suppress the sound of tongue clicking.
“Well, I guess Lady Virtue is taking a lot of work and responsibilities on herself. I think, she could share some of them with other ponies, but so far she handles everything just fine on her own. Besides, it is not my place to question her. Although I do not think she enjoys her burden. When I talk to her about some problems, or just look at her after an accident, she looks... tired.” Indigo sighs, remembering some of his past conversations with the Baroness.
The company of masons arrived outside the gabbro block barracks, where the unfinished gym was being built on its second story. Amor’s ears set back against the sides of her head and narrowly conscious, paws the ground with front hooves in anxiety. The mare pushes the concern of boredom to the back of her head, and continues forward as not to worry the others. After the stone roof is finalized, the building and the project will be completed. There won’t be much to do until another project. Conflicted feelings wash over Amor’s mind. I wanted to be more useful then when I was a spy. Talk of various projects would never be enough for me, I preferred to see the work with my own eyes.
In the near noon sun, the other ponies are finally having a breather, after carrying all the tiles here and affixing them to the roof. They stretched and strived in vain to yawned hunger away. Amor mimics the other workers and lies down on soft grass. “Indigo, would you like to share a break together and chat a little longer?” She pitches some fatigue into the statement for good measure.
Indigo looks at her. “Alright, what’s on your mind?”
"Indigo, if you do not mind telling; why do I not see that dark colored Pegasus mare around you anymore?” Amor pauses placing a hoof under my chin, pretending to think and declares: “Her name is Kat right? She seemed to be a pleasant mare and I was aspirating to meet her. Can you tell me about her?”
What the hay? Indigo looks surprised. “Kat? If you want to talk to her, she is friendly enough, but if you want to ask me about her, you have to be more specific. One thing worth knowing about Kat is that she sides with Stiletto and that is the reason, we don’t talk much anymore.” He frowns, somewhat annoyed. What do you want with me and Kat, anyway?
Indigo’s actions worry me, but it was unsurprising that the hurt stallion would react this way. “Kat may be friendly… but I am not such; I find it hard to approach others that I barely know.” Amor buries the tips of her hooves into the ground. “I had the passing thought you could introduce us, but you mentioned another name. Can I ask how this Stiletto placed a wedge in your relationship? I do not want to canter head first into something, which may hurt other ponies or myself.” Amor said face filled with a sincerely hurt look. I known of Stiletto’s errant deeds of the flesh, but saw them as a boon to the community, even if I disagree myself.
Indigo gives her a long look. “Well... I can introduce you to Kat, if you want, but after that talk to her on your own. As for Stiletto, suffice to say, she is a lot of trouble, and spreads dissident ideology. I would avoid her, if I were you.”
“Thank you, Indigo. Avoiding Stiletto and Kat sounds to be in my best interest.” The Unicorn said almost swallowing her words. “But do you not worry about losing the chance of friendship, unless they do not want our friendship that is?” She return Indigo’s stare, contemplating the potential friends, which could have been gained or lost.
“Our, as in your or mine?” asks Indigo, perplexed, and continues without a pause. “As to the chance of friendship between me and Stiletto, there is none. Kat is... tolerable, but I mistrust her. Oh, she did say she wanted to be my friend, even after her betrayal, but I can’t associate myself with the likes of Stiletto, can I? And what is this to you anyway, why would you care, who is my friend, and who isn’t? I barely even know you.” finishes Indigo, giving Amor a piercing stare.
The Copper mare’s body becomes heavy and lies on the ground. I let some truth slip, but not all of it. “I can not claim anypony to be my friend, even after half a decade of life in Dawnpick. The reason being, that before coming to this picturesque village, my craft had me traveling around a lot. Dawnpick’s constant progress means, that i am going to be here for a long time, so I want to make as many friends as I can.” Amor sighs and returns a forlorn expression. “Why would she betray your trust and are there more ponies like that here?” I can not believe these ponies, and how they treat each other.
Indigo relaxes at that, but only slightly. She suddenly wants to make friends after years of being here, and asks me for help? “I... see. I think you would get along with Kat just fine. She wants to have a lot of friends too. Not good and reliable ones, just many.” He is silent for a moment, but when she says nothing, he adds. “As to why... It was a matter of loyalty. She has proven loyal to Stiletto, and not me, when we had an argument. I know it sounds trivial when I put it like that, but it wasn’t. And I do believe most ponies are like that.” He looks at her and frowns. “But what do you want with me, and why am I even telling you this?”
With nods and other body language, the mare heeds word of the indigo namesake pony. “Indigo I desire only a friend here, if not Kat then you.” She said, locking eyes with his in reassurance. “You must worry about me in some part of you to warn me about this... Indigo do you wish to hear a sorry about my childhood?”
“I uhm... what?” Indigo looks around. “I.. I do want the best for ponies and not just for you... I can listen to your story, but only if you really want to tell me. I prefer not to be nosy about such things.” Indigo looks at her, waiting.
Standing, Amor narrates her story. “As a young filly, I trotted into my family’s gardens and found my father tolling in the dirt near our praised ash tree. My trot develops into full gallop; I quickly jumped on my father’s back and hugged his neck. Looking over his shoulder I found him digging up flowers and asked him, why he was doing it. He told that we had a new gardener and that she made a mistake when planting the flowers.” The very old memories are too much and the mare must recompose herself. “He told me, that the ashen roots spread corruption into the soil around them. Later my Old Master explained that the substances, those trees release into the ground are harmful to the plants around them. I asked him why not simply cut the tree down… he scolded me, but he was right in saying, that the tree was innocent, because it could not know it was releasing the poison into the ground around it. My mind was abuzz with questions; I eventually asked why no one just removed ponies from the source of corruption.” The Unicorn glances down at her fore-hooves and comes back up with a smile. “He called me a clever filly and said that ponies were not attached to the ground and that they can flee any time from the corruption.” She puffs at the long anecdote and gazes around to see that the other ponies were starting to stir back to work. With that Indigo, if you please, I leave you to your work. If you ever need a friend, I am but a stone-haul away.” Amor curtseys and leaves the stallion to absorb her words.
Indigo is lost in thought when she talks, but reawakens, when he notices her leaving. “Well, I understand your anecdote, but what if some flowers grow on a meadow, and suddenly an ashen tree takes roots among them? Should they all just move away? I think not. I think they should defend their land.” If it comes to that, I can leave Dawnpick with a caravan, but what about other ponies here?
Amor hears the stallion and promptly turns to face him. “It depends. Are we talking about ponies or plants?” I say in surprise, but understand his intent.
Indigo chuckles at that. “Which do you think?” After a few heartbeats, he adds. “See you later Amor. This was an interesting conversation.”
A cool summer’s breeze blows from the south, a reminder that colder seasons are on their way. The sun hides behind the clouds, but its luminous rays can still be felt. Amor and Indigo walk off in opposite directions; the mare to work on her statue and the stallion back on the gym roof. The future looks bright. Both of them seem to have found a friend today and a possible ally in the future.
Each step the copper mare takes seems lighter. Amor feels that the restraints of her past life as a spy are loosening. In her mind, the old life is over and a new one begins. Before she knows it, she is back at the mason workshop and laboring on a statue worthy of her possible new found friendship. The Unicorn works throughout the lunch break and finishes just about dinner time.
Amor creates an exceptional ≡statue of ponies≡ in marble. There are two ponies walking side by side, balancing roof tiles on their backs. The statue is in memory to the building of the gym, by the members of the Light of Dawn. Both of the ponies are unicorns and carry a smile on their muzzles.
Indigo keeps looking at Amor, as she walks back to the mason's workshop What do you know. She seemed dim-witted at first, but actually is a clever filly. Not that I agree with her, or like her asking me personal questions, but she might make a good pony to talk to. Plus she doesn’t side with Stiletto, or at least doesn’t seem to. Despite Amor’s questioning, Indigo’s spirit is uplifted after their conversation. He became too reclusive lately, and desperately needed a pony to talk to. He smiles and goes back to work on the roof with renewed energy.
Later, during Indigo’s evening walk through the stockpiles, he notices a new statue. Wow, did she make this? This thing is a beauty. He notices the reference to their recent conversation laughs and greatly appreciates the gesture. This is the best thing anypony did for him in a very long time, and he is quite moved.
Post by: zomara0292 on April 06, 2012, 03:31:36 pm
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Kat watches the enraged pony yelling and shouting, then says "You know, yelling and shouting and doing what you're doing right now isn't going to get you out of that cell any sooner. We'll just wait until you calm down first then let you out. Sounds good Partisan?"
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Partisan stood there for a few seconds as he though of what to do. He looked at Kat and then slowly looked at Jaxler, rage evident on his face. "Kat, its up to you, but I would rather you stay out here. Jaxler, this was my decision. One that I, and I alone, had to make. I will take full responsibility for it. First, though, I need to know that you understand, under the normal situation, all the charges that would be against you, and what the punishment for them would be. Please repeat them to me."
This is about to get unnecessary.
Post by: jaxler on April 06, 2012, 04:05:38 pm
"I'm... guilty... of lots of grand theft... and I'd probably be put to death... by A SICK, BUCKING, BASTARD LIKE YOU!"
Post by: TALLPANZER on April 06, 2012, 04:25:26 pm
Stiletto had put out the call for brave ponies to help her remove the threat from the hill. She had paid Lady Virtue a large sum to have a mansion built there and had agreed to remove the Honey Badger ponies for free so that lumber could be harvested.
Kat answered the call. She was more than happy to help Stiletto clear out the lands to build her new mansion. Besides, she have always wanted to get more action.
Jaxler decided to help as well. Regardless of how much he hated the alicorn, it was his job to help Dawnpick, and clearing that hill of combatants would.
Zearoth wanted to try and help out as much as he could, so he jumped at the chance to help clear the hill.
Midnight was happy to have a chance to help a pony like Stiletto, and to do something to help Dawnpick as well.
Glaive arrives at the predetermined place, a bit earlier than was planned. He stands in his full armor. It gleams in the sunlight, having been freshly polished. His axe across his back was ready for a fight, having been magically sharpened by the unicorn this morning. Glaive still did not desire to help Stiletto, but knew he couldn't sit out while the militia fought an enemy so close to home.
Glyph arrives after leaving Friesden with Flux. It had taken a bit to convince himself, but he couldn't let both his loves fight while he did nothing.
Flux tries to watch over the various foals in the Stable as his friends go fight. Worrying doesn't help them any, but he still does.
Soon after, the silent footsteps of Midnight can be somewhat heard as he arrives at his destination.
Friesden gets to stay with Flux. He's not as fun as almost-dad, but he knows all kinds of songs and dances and games. Friesden hops along happily going "Meow, meow."
"At least foals are easy to keep entertained." thinks Flux as he finishes a song on the piccolo. He then puts it aside to prepare to tell a story.
Stiletto is in full armor, with her big axe on her side and a new bronze shield on her other side.
Kat arrives, ready and content. She is in her guard's uniform and had made sure to pack plenty of bolts this time around.
Jaxler arrives. He is wearing no armor except for a leather hood and chain-mail shirt, though he did bring his brass-horseshoes, his crossbow and an iron chain.
Zearoth soon shows, wearing simple armour and a crossbow rigged to his shoulder with another crossbow slung over his back.
Glaive stares at the face of his artifact shield, studying every inch of it. It was amazing the blows this thing had taken without leaving a scratch. It was clearly some sort of powerful magic that could make it so strong, yet so light. But while he seems occupied with the shield, in truth his mind is elsewhere. Glaive is thinking about the battle, about the fight to come. His time in the army had been mostly uneventful, and nearly every battle he'd fought in Dawnpick had been against surprise and ambushes, he wasn't used to this waiting. He feels like he would lose his mind if the waiting persisted.
Stilletto speaks. "Are you all ready for this? These Honey Badgers have all been named by the locals. I have a plan though, if you will hear it."
Kat: "Plans are good."
"Of course," Glyph says sitting down to listen. "What is it?"
Jaxler: "I'm fine with a plan so long as you don't send us all in head first."
Glaive stares at Stiletto. "Yes, but other than names, what intel do we have on the enemy? Numbers? Entrenched positions? Can we expect traps? What sort of gear and weapons do they possess? Do we know anything?"
Stiletto addresses Glaive politely. "All good questions, Glaive. There are five of them, they are positioned in the grove east of the large pond, they have no traps, and they have leathers and iron weapons."
Glaive ponders. "Only five, and they are poorly equipped. This shouldn't be difficult. What plan did you wish to propose, Alicorn?"
Stiletto: "Glaive, Glyph, and I will attack from the west, forcing them toward the pond. Kat, Jaxler, and Zearoth stand on the other side of the pond and provide covering fire. Midnight, you move in from the south after we have begun the engagement."
Jaxler: "Seems fine to me."
Midnight gives a quick nod at the orders, making him seem a lot less talkative than the pony they met at the party.
Zearoth also nods to Stiletto.
Glaive: "A valid plan, though they have the high ground. It is entirely possible they would see us setting up forces around the hill and try to escape before the battle commences. While that could well be a victory in and of itself, if we wish to make sure they don't come back to bother us again, might it better to bait them into an ambush of our own?"
Kat: "Can't we just keep shooting bolts at them from a safe distance?"
Glaive: "Can you do that after they run into the woods? Can you shoot a pony behind a tree, Kat? If you can I'd love to see it."
Kat: "We could.. burn the woods down with flaming bolts? Besides, the smiths could always use more charcoal."
Stiletto: "Good point Glaive, not all of us can move as quietly as midnight and I. Um, Kat, no, we need the lumber."
Kat: "Ah."
Glaive: "You wish to burn the whole forest? To kill 5 Badger ponies? You are truly a ruthless strategist Kat, the biggest reason we are doing this if for the lumber those trees will provide."
Kat: "Right, the lumber."
Jaxler: "Pardon me, but can't we just have one of the groups get behind them while another charges from the front?"
Stiletto thinks for a moment. "Kat, you and Jaxler take two clouds in the north. Zearoth, you provide cover from across the pond. Midnight and I will come in from the west, Glyph and Glaive from the south, leaving them nowhere to run."
Kat: "Cloud sniping! woo!"
Zearoth: "Yes, ma'am."
Jaxler: “I doubt Anypony is a good enough shoot anything from that high up."
Glaive: "Stiletto's plan is good, though I would offer an alternative. I would suggest that we send a small fast group, say 2 of us, to goad the enemy into a chase. They then lead them into a crossfire and the waiting militia. I'd volunteer to be the bait, but I can't really run with my bad leg. We then surround them and wipe them out."
Jaxler: “I'll volunteer.”
Kat: "Me too."
Kat: "we can just fly away if things gets too nasty."
Jaxler: "I brought a metal chain expecting some melee"
Stiletto: "Why would you put yourselves in danger when we have all the advantages? They will run into Glyph and Glaive as you snipe them from on high."
Glaive: "I suggest we put it to a vote then. My plan or Stiletto's. Those in favor of my plan say aye." Glaive raises his hoof and says "Aye."
Kat was unsure on whose plan to vote for. both plans sounds equally great.
Midnight keeps quiet.
Jaxler also keeps silent.
Glyph and Stiletto are silent as well.
Glaive is disappointed in having no show of support, from any pony. "And those in favor of Stiletto's plan?"
Jaxler keeps silent again.
Kat was still unsure on what to vote so she kept silence.
Glyph and Stiletto both say "Aye."
"Aye." Zearoth says as he raises his hoof.
Glaive sighs. "Alright then. We'll do what she said. Are we ready to move out? Everyone understand their part?"
Midnight gives a quick nod.
Kat: "Get on a cloud, scares the badger ponies into running into an ambush. Then clear them out!"
Stiletto: "Use my magic to make me and midnight even more silent and flank them."
Glyph: "Cut off their retreat with Glaive."
Jaxler breaks his silence. "Lets get going."
Glaive, not willing to take any orders from Stiletto so long as he can help it, moves forward and speaks again to everypony. "Alright soldiers, move out, and may the gods grant us victory this day."
Jaxler laughed and added, "If there are any."
Stiletto nods to midnight: "Lets go around."
Zearoth nods and trots off to get into position.
Kat pulls the string of her crossbow back and load a bolt in then muttered "Goddesses protect us.."
Midnight stands up and gets ready to move. It starts to seem unlikely that he'll say a single word...
Glaive begins to walk toward the gate. Without looking he says, "Glyph, follow me. We need to hurry and get into position."
Glyph: "Are you sure I should follow? I am really tough, and Stiletto has trained me to move much better in my armor."
Jaxler sighs. "Why the hell do I have to fly? I really don't like flying."
Glaive looks confusedly at Glyph. "What are you talking about? The plan was for us to cut off their retreat if they head south. We should get going, if you have doubts about the plan, you should have said something earlier."
Stiletto's horn glows for a second and then it stops as the shadows fold in on her and Midnight, the sound of their hoof falls vanishing.
Midnight smiles and gives Stiletto an approving nod.
Glyph hops past Glaive. "I mean you should follow me, ya old grump."
Glaive has never been so insulted in his whole life, he looks about to buck Glyph in his smug face, when instead he just says, "You are right, you shouldn't follow. You stay here. Dawnpick needs soldiers, not foals playing pretend," and proceeds to walk past Glyph.
Kat flares her wings out. "See you there, everyone. Let's go, Jaxler."
Jaxler: "Fine, Kat"
Glyph: "Don't be jealous just ‘cause I have training from the best in the fort and you have a bum leg." he passes Glaive again, this time at a trot.
Stiletto thinks to herself 'vielleicht sollte ich auf meinem eigenen weg haben'
Glaive continues to walk without looking at Glyph. "Best in the fort my ass. She's not as perfect as she thinks she is."
Midnight's smile quickly fades into an emotionless expression as he keeps following.
Jaxler: "Kat, please excuse me if I'm a bit edgy during this mission, I really don't like flying and I hate killing things."
Kat: "Oh, you hate killing things now?"
Glyph: "She doesn't think she's the best, I /know/ she is." He stops just south of the hill. "So, those two trees on the crest, should we set up there?"
Jaxler: "Yes I do, why exactly does that shock you?"
Kat settles herself comfortably on the patch of cloud, her crossbow aiming down. "Because you're Jaxler."
Jaxler: "What the hell is that supposed to mean?"
Kat: "It means you're Jaxler. And that it surprises me that you don't like killing?"
Glaive examines the place indicated by Glyph, "Yeah, that looks good enough. I'll head up there. You might want to head home now, foal. You don't want to get hurt when the fighting starts."
Stiletto makes a small motion to midnight indicating two heavy-branched pine trees.
Jaxler: "Oh, so you dodged the question, allow me to reiterate. WHY the BUCKING HELL do you think I like killing things?"
Glyph: "Just try not to trip and fall in the pond, old man."
Glaive curses under his breath Stiletto for pairing him up with such an insolent foal. Somepony needed to teach this B@$!@^d some discipline, and some common bucking courtesy.
Midnight gives a slight nod before moving to hide behind one.
Zearoth hides across the pond, drawing the string on one crossbow as he uses a pulley system to ready the one on his back.
Kat: "Because you're Jaxler? That's my answer."
Glyph readies his axe and sticks close the tree he pointed out keeping a direct charge line between him and Glaive.
Jaxler lands on the cloud. "I order you to give me a better answer than that."
Kat: "Well, you're a drunk, violent pony who have been seen beating a foal to blood. So it's simply assumption that you would like killing as well."
Glaive moves into position behind the tree and draws his axe in his mouth and magics his shield onto the ground next to him, ready to grab it with his magic as soon as it was time to join the battle. While he doubted the enemy would even get this far with their small numbers and the archers in the clouds, he hoped he'd get a chance to prove himself again. Glaive also hoped to himself that the foal wouldn't do anything stupid.
Jaxler: "Oh, well then allow me to promise you that I ONLY HURT THINGS WHEN IT'S JUSTIFIED!"
Stiletto waits for the universal signal of screaming badger ponies to attack, hiding well. Not as well as Midnight, but well.
Kat: "Yeah, still. Sorry if i offended you or whatever. I just assumed that you liked to kill as much as you liked to beat stuff up." she says as she aims her crossbow down at one of the Badger ponies strolling around down there.
The Badger ponies mill about in the clearing, eating the remains of parasprites they had killed earlier.
Jaxler decided not to respond and just aimed his crossbow and fired. The bolt hit one of the badger ponies in the leg.
Kat fired as Jaxler fired, hitting another badger pony in the back. "Leather armor ain't so tough against iron bolts it seems."
Jaxler noticed that the badger ponies were startled. "If we start charging them right now, they'll probably start to run."
Kat reloads a bolt. "Just the two of us? Doubtful."
The one hit in the leg stumbles and falls on his face. The one hit in the spine gurgles blood. Two run south, just as predicted, and the last one stops to grab the remains of the parasprite first.
Glyph shifts into a more comfortable stance, watching the badger ponies. "Looks like it's almost showtime... Vremya dlyatantsa krovi." He grins slightly, focusing on the one that looked most likely to pass close to him.
Jaxler: "Looks like they're running, you chase the others while I put down the crippled one"
Kat: "Let's just stay up here and shoot. Nice, safe, fun, and the others can take care with the running ones. I like moving targets." She aims down her crossbow and fires, nearly hitting one of the running badger ponies which makes it run even faster.
The one grabbing the parasprite is suddenly held fast by a magical aura..
Glaive hears the battle begin. He tightens his grip on his axe, waiting for one to reach the tree line. He strains his ears and can hear the sound of hooves. 'Closer...closer...closer' he thinks. Just as his target is about to rush past the tree, he grabs his shield and strikes at the badger pony. If his timing was right, it should run straight into his swing.
"Fine." Jaxler aims at the crippled badger pony and pulls the trigger, the bolt hitting the badger pony in the head.
Kat snickers from Jaxler's fine marksponyship. "Looks like you've just created a badger unicorn Jaxler, good shot."
Midnight fires off a bolt, glancing one's cheek. He moves back into cover to ready another bolt, still showing no emotion, not even any irritation at missing.
Glyph bursts from behind tree, running full tilt at the badgerpony, trying to ram it with the full weight of his armour.
"Meh, i should have gotten him on the first shot." Jaxler was holding off on shooting again, he couldn't get a clear shot.
Kat reloads her crossbow again as she watches the fight, unable to risk friendly firing.
The badger pony was not expecting a shield to pop up in his face. It knocks him right upside the head and stuns him. As Glyph slams into the other badger pony, who is surprised by the ferocity of his attack, they tumble to the ground, tangled together.
Glyph backs off, slightly grinning, as he slams his axe down on his opponent’s back leg. "And where do you think you're going?"
Zearoth takes aim at one of the bound badgers. He lets his bolts loose, one glancing the fur of the badger as the other penetrates deep into its shoulder.
The badger pony runs, terrified of the bolts raining from the sky, thinking of his family, trying to escape. He sees the tree line, 'If I can make it there, I'll be safe.' He puts on a sudden extra burst of speed, suddenly, a glowing shield flew around the corner as he smashes into it at full speed. He falls, stunned, unsure of what has just hit him. He looks up and sees a bearded unicorn, with a somber expression on his face. The last thing the pony sees is shining metal axe falling toward his face, then all went black.
Glaive looks at the foalish one charging off. 'that wasn't the plan.' he grumbles, as he hurries over to the surviving enemy.
Stiletto steps out of her hiding spot, pulling the held badger pony toward her. One slash and its head goes sailing into the pond.
The badger pony looks down at the severed stump that used to be its foreleg. It dives at Glyph with its knife, making a desperate strike.
Zearoth reloads his crossbows and takes aim. Releasing another pair of bolts as he provides covering fire."Fire... Set, aim, fire... Set, aim, fire..." He says to himself.
Kat just enjoys the show from above for now.
Jaxler: "It's sad isn't it, Kat?"
Kat: "Kind of, yeah. But it's war, sad things happen."
Jaxler: "Meh, I just find it rather depressing. I mean, think about it. The only reason why we kill them is because they killed us and they kill us because we killed them. It's been this way since before recorded history, and in the end neither side can justify what they do."
Kat: "Just how things are. Until both sides stop killing each other, killing will happen."
Jaxler: "Or until both sides kill each other off."
Kat: "With all the killings.. I'm just worried that the goddesses will never come down. We were tasked to create the paradise on our own, and look at what we're doing. Killing and fighting."
Glyph ducks his head, catching the knife on his helmet right between his eyes. "You," He flicks his head, knocking the knife aside. "Shouldn't have," He kicks forward, knocking the badgerpony on its back. "Done that." He slams his axe down on its neck, removing its head on one swing.
Jaxler: "Oh, they'll never come, because there are no gods. And if there were gods, do you really want to worship them if they allow this to happen everyday?"
Kat gives Jaxler the odd looks "There may be no gods, but the goddesses are out for sure. and of course they allow this to happen, they gave us the power to choose. It's our own fault to choose fighting and killing over helping each others create the paradise that they tasked us for."
Jaxler: "Or maybe they enjoy watching us fight."
Kat: "Maybe.. maybe not. who knows?"
Kat: "Yeah, as not-real as death."
Jaxler: "I'm not going to argue something as pointless as religion with you. Sooner or later we will all know weather or not gods exist, and I'll be proven right."
Kat: "Yeah, except you'll be proven wrong when you stand before the goddess of death herself judging where you go next."
Jaxler: "Well I'm already in hell, so I guess the only thing she can do is send me back here. And also, what kind of a benevolent being sends you to hell for not believing in them?"
Kat: "They don't care about you believing them or not. It's what you've been doing in life."
Zearoth spits the rope out of his mouth and slings his crossbow onto his back. "Impressive fighters... All of them."
Jaxler: "That's funny, because if there were any gods then they sure as hell have made a game of seeing how much shit they can throw at me before I just give up, so achieving nothing would only be obeying their wishes."
With the battle over, Glaive searches the badger pony he killed. Finding nothing of interest, he takes out a rag and begins to clean the blood and brains off his axe.
Kat: "They gave you the power to choose what you do with yourself Jaxler. Do whatever with that. Nobody have the rights to deny you the gifts from the goddesses themselves."
Glyph smiles a bit at his kill, walking over to the hill and looking around for Kat.
Jaxler: "Every 'gift' I have ever been given has been stolen from me. So, all I can say is that they probably want me to go to hell."
Midnight sets his crossbow over his back, his expression already returning as the battle ends.
Kat is still talking with Jaxler over the hot topic. "We already are in hell."
Stiletto surveys the scene. "Done with. Good." She says to herself, "Beim nächsten Mal schneller."
Kat flares her wings and leaves the cloud patch, flying down to the group and seeing Glyph looking around.
"Then let us regroup, Miss Stiletto," Midnight says before quickly making his way back to the staging point. Even at a fast trot his hooves are barely heard.
Glaive finishes cleaning his axe and walks toward the center of the badger camp to regroup with the others.
Jaxler flies down, landing next to his kill.
Glaive looks to the landing pegasus. "Nice work, Jaxler. You and the others in the clouds did most of our work for us."
Zearoth strolls back to the staging area, thinking to himself along the way.
Glyph looks up, seeing Kat and waving to her, as he continues walking.
Jaxler bends over and picks up the badger pony’s weapon. It’s a barbed dagger. "Thanks Glaive, you did a great job as well."
Glaive: "Yes, very good shooting, both of you."
Stiletto heads back to the staging area with Midnight and Zearoth.
Midnight: "My apologies. I should have trained a little more before trying something like this."
Jaxler decides to keep the weapon. "Hey, does anypony have a problem with me looting these guys?"
Glaive checks around the campsite for anything worthwhile: stolen goods, something that might give away other badger pony plans for attacks, or valuables. He finds nothing worthwhile, just some iron tools that Dawnpick could melt down as scrap. "Take what you like, I am sure the rest will be taken by the haulers."
Jaxler searched the corpse but found nothing worthwhile aside from the dagger. When he got over to the second badger, he noticed that he wasn't dead yet.
Zearoth: "Everyone needs training. Even I do."
Midnight: "Perhaps. But you managed to hit something. And perhaps you can help me later."
Zearoth "Don't expect me to teach you how to use a rig like this, but I'll try and train you how to use a crossbow."
Midnight: "Thank you, Mister Zearoth," Midnight says and takes a slight bow.
Zearoth: "Making sure my brothers can fight is something I'm more then happy to do. And please, just call me Zearoth. I don't deserve any title."
Kat spots Glyph looking in the air for something, so she trot up to his side and gives him a little surprise nuzzle. "Looking for something?"
Jaxler lashed the badger's head with his metal chain. he then searched the body and found nothing worth value. "Hey alicorn, I'm gonna head back to the fort."
Midnight: "Very well."
Glyph smiles more, wrapping his hooves around Kat and pulling her close. "Gotcha! Was looking for you mein liebe..."
Stiletto: "Ok Jaxler, be well."
Kat giggles and sinks into his hug. "Eep!"
Glaive, after finishing his search heads back home in silence.
Midnight smiles at the two ponies hugging, despite the fact that one of them is coated in blood.
Glyph nuzzles Kat a bit, smiling as he notices that he's getting her all bloody. "Looks like you couldn't avoid getting all messy, huh, love..."
Jaxler starts walking home silently.
Kat giggles as she nuzzles back, getting the blood smeared on her as well "Well, where's the fun if not?" she says with a wink.
Glyph grins wider, giving Kat a squeeze, and leaning in to whisper in her ear. "Not quite a hunt, but fun either way..."
Kat grins and giggles from that. "Sure is!"
Midnight cocks his head to the side for a brief moment. Though sets it straight before anyone notices.
Zearoth: "Don't mind them, Midight. Some people don't mind blood."
"Anyway. It's time to go home. There isn't anything for me here," Midnight says before heading off.
Stiletto: "Thank you for your help."
Midnight: "My pleasure. If you need more help, I am happy to take the offer."
Glyph kisses Kat once, then leads her off to get cleaned up.
Zearoth nods. "Thanks for for assisting us as well, Stiletto. I'll be happy to help you again if you ever need it," he says before walking off.
Stiletto: "I will keep you in mind."
Post by: Khenal on April 06, 2012, 05:20:33 pm
Flux rushes to the hospital. He had heard a few ponies talking about Falcata being taken there, but not why. He zips through the door, looking for his friend.
“Falcata?”
From the other side of the room, the figure lying in bed shuffles, the rather-dishevelled looking Falcata poking her head out from beneath the sheets. She's clearly been crying, her eyes red and puffy, but she manages the smallest of smiles all the same.
"Flux. Hi." she murmurs, ever so slightly happier at the sight of her orange friend.
He nervously approaches Falcata, then lays a hoof over her withers. Though he doesn’t know the specifics of her injuries, it looks like it must have been really painful to make her cry like that. Didn’t they have painkillers?
“Um... are you alright, Falcata? I heard you were, uh, in here... but not why.”
Flinching ever so slightly at the question, she steels herself, doing her best to hold her grief in check. He was a true friend, and deserved to know why; but for Glaive's sake, she decides to skirt the specifics.
"Flux, I- I was sparring, with Glaive, and I fell. Tripped, even, on a rock or- or something. I hit my head, hard," she gestures to the bandage wrapped across her forehead, "and, well, I- I blacked out."
Taking a deep breath and fighting to hold back tears, she continues on, albeit much more haltingly.
"But I- I landed badly, when I hit the ground, that is. And-"
She takes another deep gulp of air, now visibly beginning to lose her composure.
"And I- I was pregnant, Flux. But- but when I- when I-"
Falcata finds herself unable to finish, instead beginning to weep quietly, tears rolling down her cheeks as she tries and fails to complete her explanation.
Flux looks confused for a moment before what Falcata’s saying sinks in. Sorrow shows clear on his face and in his body language. He says nothing for a while, gently rubbing her withers and just trying to be there for her to share her misery. He reaches a hoof up to wipe her tears, trying anything he can to help.
After a short while, Falcata manages to calm herself down, suppressing her still-raw heartache enough to speak again.
"Thanks, Flux. Thank you for coming. I'm sorry to be such a mess, it's just-"
She leaves the sentence unfinished, not having the words to describe her feelings. She knows Flux understands what she means, even if he can't quite comprehend the magnitude of her sadness. Again, she offers him the tiniest of smiles, grateful for his company and concern.
He returns the microscopic smile with tears in his eyes. He couldn’t even imagine the hurt she must be feeling right now. Something niggles at the back of his mind, and he glances around.
“Uh... where’s Glaive? Shouldn’t he... be here?”
She glances away, flicking her gaze evasively away from the forgepony. She's deliberately edited her recollection to keep Glaive's involvement out of it, and Falcata now finds herself thinking furiously how to explain his absence without making her husband look cold and heartless.
"He- he was, last night. He brought me here, he waited hours and hours while Panacea and Wool worked, and he- he explained everything to me when I woke up. But- but he didn't take it- he took it badly, Flux. I think it hurt him almost more than- than myself. I think he needed to cope by- by himself, for a while. He got the news before I did, and he- he would have had to sit there, waiting for me to come round, thinking about- about it for so long."
Her eyes water again even at the thought of it.
"I don't blame him. For- for wanting to be alone, that is."
“But... but you are married. ‘In sickness and in health.’ I... can see why he might want to be alone, but he doesn’t need to be, and neither do you. Um... should I try to find him?”
Falcata shakes her head slowly. Maybe he's right. Maybe I shouldn't have asked Glaive to leave, maybe I was selfish and cold-hearted to send him away. He must be even more pained than I am.
"No, I don't think that's necessary. He'll come back when- when he's ready to. It's- it's not easy to cope, not for either of us, and if he needs some time to himself to- to come to terms with- with...things, then he deserves it. It- it was his child, as well."
Flux gently rubs Falcata’s withers in a gesture of support.
“Are you sure? You two are... supposed to help and support eachother. Especially in times of sorrow like this. Is there... anything I can do to help?”
He's right, we are supposed to stick together, no matter what happens. Oh gods, what have I done? I need to see him; the sooner the better.
"N- well, I don't know. You're helping just- just by being here for me. I appreciate it, I really, really do. "
She glances at the door, looking slightly worried. Maybe I should ask him to go and find Glaive.
Flux smiles slightly, glad that he can help Falcata at least a little bit.
“Do you need anything? A drink, some food? Maybe some music?”
"No, I'm fine."
Far from it, I feel anything but fine, but I'm not thirsty or hungry.
"I just- all I need is time. And Glaive. And friends - friends like you - to stay by my side. That's all."
She meets his gaze, smiling a small smile and feeling much better, as if a spark of light had been lit in a dark, dark room.
"He and I - we'll get through this. Thanks, Flux. For coming, and for listening - for being here."
“That’s what friends are for, Falcata. So, um... how’ve you been doing? Er, apart from this, I mean...”
Eager to take her mind off things, Falcata eagerly follows the new thread of conversation. The two talk on for a long while, Falcata's mood improving all the while as Flux tries and succeeds to raise her spirits. The hurt she had suffered ran deep, but Flux's company helps to pull her further and further out of her previous despair, healing the emotional pain more than anypony save Glaive ever could.
Post by: TALLPANZER on April 06, 2012, 05:59:47 pm
Stiletto knocks very lightly on the door to the hospital. Held by her magic is a basket of flowers and herbs. "Hello, Ms. Panacea. Are you in? I wanted to apologize for my recent behavior and make sure our friendship will not suffer."
Panacea looks up from the supplies she was tending to. She opens the door and sees Stiletto there. "Oh, Stiletto... come in. You, um, wanted to apologize?"
Stiletto places the herb basket on a nearby table. "Yes, I should have controlled my temper better, are you going to be ok? I know how scary a pony I am."
Panacea nods and examines the basket briefly. "Oh, yes... thank you. I'm okay. I... saw what happened. I understand how you would be upset."
The basket has many herbs for soothing wounds and promoting healthier recoveries. They must have come from the hill the Badgerponies were sitting on, or at least near it. "I was more surprised that he would brandish a chair at me. I used to think of Glaive as a good and brave soldier. Now..."
Panacea looks aside. "Well... I was surprised, too. I've never seen him get like that before. I wasn't sure what to do..."
Stiletto nods. "You made the right choice by trying to stay away from us. I would have protected you from him. I care about you and your work here at the hospital. I am truly sorry that I disrupted it even for a moment and would like to make amends in anyway I can."
Panacea: "It's alright, Stiletto, and thank you," she replies, laying a hoof on the basket. "These will be very helpful." She looks at the spot where the demolished chair used to sit. "I'm just glad nopony got hurt. Worse... anyway."
Stiletto lowers her head. "I will have it replaced by Sawdust as soon as I can. I also want to donate some traction benches, if you would like."
Panacea forms a small smile. "Thank you, just replacing the chair is enough, but I appreciate the offer." She considers her words for a moment, and adds, "...I... don't blame you completely. If Glaive had said those things to me..."
Stiletto shudders. "You are a kind soul, Panacea, I know what rage can make one do though. Know that I will catch you if you fall." She then smiles. "Old saying where I am from. Sorry if it is confusing. I thank you for your understanding."
Panacea: "I understand your meaning," she replies, maintaining the smile. She takes the basket and moves it over to the shelf of supplies she can sort through it later. "And thank you again for the gift, it will be most helpful."
Stiletto: "You are very welcome, just tell me if you need more. Oh, um would you like to get together for lunch sometime soon? As friends?"
Panacea: "That sounds very nice, thank you," she says, smiling a bit wider. "Things have been pretty slow here for a while, so I can have Wool watch the place for me. Just let me know when you want to get together."
Stiletto almost bounces with delight, but remembers she is in a hospital. "I am free tomorrow. Shall we meet at the dinning hall?"
Panacea nods. "That works for me, I'll see you then."
Stiletto bows. "It is a promise." She hops off with a smile on her face and a song on her lips.
Post by: Telgin on April 06, 2012, 11:08:46 pm
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"Jaxler, calm down now. That's an order." He gives the incarcerated pegasus a stern look. "Nopony is getting executed!"
Post by: jaxler on April 06, 2012, 11:11:15 pm
"fine"
Post by: Telgin on April 06, 2012, 11:15:00 pm
Partisan eyes him cautiously. He looked better. "Alright then." He cautiously opens the jail cell. "You're not being charged for any of the theft here."
Post by: jaxler on April 06, 2012, 11:22:03 pm
Jaxler got up and walked out the door. once he got out of the cell he looked partisan dead in the eye and said "Aye Partisan, I resign". Jaxler then flung his hoof toward partisan's face.
Post by: Telgin on April 06, 2012, 11:25:29 pm
Partisan is caught by surprise by the swing and takes the blow hard on his cheek. He staggers backward several steps before instinctively reaching for his crossbow. He fumbles with the weapon as he tries to clear his dazed vision, and stammers something about not believing what just happened and insubordinating foals.
Post by: jaxler on April 06, 2012, 11:26:40 pm
"Come at me, bro!"
Post by: vkiNm on April 06, 2012, 11:28:16 pm
Kat was less surprised than Partisan and quickly whips up her Crossbow, seeing that at this distance shooting it wouldn't really work so well and that she might accidentally shoot Partisan instead, she grips her Crossbow like a Club and Charge at Jaxler, Bringing a Wide swing aiming for his head.
Post by: Telgin on April 06, 2012, 11:36:41 pm
Partisan rallies and swings his crossbow at Jaxler, aiming for whatever part of the pony presented itself.
Post by: jaxler on April 06, 2012, 11:38:48 pm
Jaxler took the blow to the forehead. He didn't even budge when the crossbow came into contact with his head. Though, he did hear a ringing in his ear and felt slightly dizzy but it wasn't more then he could ignore. Jaxler then took note that Kat was within range of his hoof and that partisan was aiming at him.
"Feel free to strike me down."
Jaxler then swung his right hoof toward Kat.
Post by: TALLPANZER on April 06, 2012, 11:46:32 pm
Stiletto comes to Virtue's door holding a basket of guinea-hen eggs on toast and several bottles of blood-orange juice. "Lady Virtue, are you in?"
Virtue starts at hearing Stiletto's voice. Oh dear, had she heard already about what had just happened? "Uh... c-come in," she calls.
Stiletto sways inside and places the basket on the table. "Hello Lady Virtue... on dear, are you alright? You look positively crest fallen."
No, Virtue isn't, but she isn't sure how much she should admit to Stiletto just yet. "I... I'll be fine." She tries to straighten her face. "Was something wrong?"
Stiletto: "No, I just wanted to see my friend. You work very hard, and I promised to support you. So I made you a late night snack; I hoped to enjoy it with you."
Virtue: "Oh... thank you." She takes a small portion of the food and tries to find the appetite to eat it. "Sorry... I didn't mean to imply you'd only come by if there was a problem."
Stiletto takes a bottle of blood-orange juice, opens it and lets it breathe on the table. "I had noticed my last few visits had been under less then pleasant circumstances. How are your foals?"
Virtue: "They're doing well, thank you," she replies, sampling the food Stiletto brought her. Best not to look ungrateful, because she was thankful... just not hungry. "...How have you been?"
Stiletto: "Tired, but I must continue to strive for excellence. My kindest Love gave me this wonderful gift." She presents the beautiful steel amulet. "I talked with my love about foals lately as well. She wants one it seems."
Virtue examines the amulet briefly, and gives the best smile she could. "It's beautiful..." The comment about her female love wanting foals... that had to be Kat. She couldn't help but think back to Indigo's meeting with her shortly before. "...and I can understand her desires. Children are such a blessing."
Stiletto takes a drink of blood-orange juice. "Are you sure nothing is bothering you? You can tell me anything."
Virtue pauses for a moment before forgetting she had some food in her mouth. She swallows hard and sighs. Stiletto needed to hear about this... perhaps it was best it came from her. "...Actually... yes... I... I think you should hear this from me..."
Stiletto leans forward and listens intently.
Virtue: "Well... it's..." she trails off, wondering how to word this. "Indigo... came to me earlier today. He... wants to press charges against you."
Stiletto she looks confused. "For what?"
Virtue chews her lip for a moment. "For damage to the hospital... and... frightening Panacea..."
Stiletto coughs. "Umm, Lady Virtue, what right does he have to raise such charges? Does he have any possession in the community what so ever?"
Virtue: "He... has the right to press charges on the grounds of damage to the community. Panacea would have to press charges herself for the second part. I tried to talk him down, but he seemed adamant..." She gives Stiletto a sad expression. "I'm sorry..."
Stiletto: "Actually, Lady Virtue, to press charges on behalf of the community, you must hold a position of some sort. Otherwise, anypony could charge any other pony for even the smallest of offenses. The charter is not so clear on this, but I can write the King if you wish."
Virtue sighs. "I believe you're right... but even if he was able to press charges, there isn't much he can really do. Damages to the hospital are minor... at most it would be a small fine on top of the repairs... He is insistent though, and seems bent on getting jail time for you for this." Her expression grows concerned. "I'm worried..."
Stiletto nods slowly. "You feel his actions will divide the community. The question becomes, what does he have against me? And is it a personal problem?"
Virtue: "Yes... that is what I fear." She hangs her head slightly. "I'm not sure how much of this I should tell you... but I think Indigo does have a personal problem with you. It... is related to you... and... your friends..."
Stiletto raises her head. "Loves, Lady Virtue, my loves. If he is intolerant of other cultures, then he must change or he will harm trade and foreign relation."
Virtue: "I do worry about it all..." She thinks for a moment more, and the weight of it all begins to settle on her again. "...I wish he wasn't so... intolerant, yes, that's the best word. I worry that he is going to do something drastic... I... I hope not, but he seems to be quite tense lately..."
Stiletto: "Lady Virtue, I promised you to be a strength and not a burden. Tell me how I can help you, please."
Virtue: "Thank you, Stiletto... I... I wish I had an answer to that..." Her ears droop as she thinks about it again. "You can't help Indigo not liking you... that isn't your fault..." She places a hoof to her head and tries to think of more to say, but nothing meaningful comes to mind.
Stiletto: "Then Lady Virtue, perhaps it is time you had your own noble guard."
Virtue: "Guard...? Do... do you think I'm in danger?"
Stiletto: "Perhaps, I hope not, but I want to be there for you, as much as I can."
Virtue: "I... thank you for the offer, Stiletto..." She contemplates for a moment. "I worry that an official guard would... concern others. And Indigo..." She gives Stiletto a small smile. "I'll consider it. It eases my mind to know that you're watching out for me at least. I hope such a thing isn't really needed..."
Stiletto: "I would do anything to help you and Dawnpick, Lady Virtue. Now, let us try to forget the sad things and enjoy the time we have."
Virtue: "I know you would... thank you again Stiletto." She takes another bite of the food, slightly more enthusiastic about its flavor now. At least Stiletto seemed to be taking the news reasonably well. Perhaps this wouldn't explode in her face after all.
Post by: vkiNm on April 06, 2012, 11:47:45 pm
Kat spotted the incoming hoof, so she strikes up at the swung leg with her steel crossbow, deflecting the blow enough that it only flicked her ear "We will if you won't stop!" she hissed
Post by: jaxler on April 06, 2012, 11:53:20 pm
Jaxler was starting to feel slightly sleepy but that wasn't going to keep him from responding
"I already hit Partisan in the face, and resigned from the guard. This would have been over if you hadn't tried to bash my head in! Now, if you excuse me, I'm gonna go pick up my crossbow and try to drink this nightmare away."
Post by: Telgin on April 06, 2012, 11:54:01 pm
Partisan leaps on Jaxler and attempts to pin him to the ground. "Oh no, you're not just walking away from this!"
Post by: vkiNm on April 07, 2012, 12:01:05 am
Kat pulls out her iron bolt from her quiver and loads it onto her crossbow while Partisan tries to pin Jaxler to the ground "Now you're charged with assault."
Post by: jaxler on April 07, 2012, 12:03:53 am
Jaxler was still dizzy from the strike to his head and went down easily but still managed to fling his right foreknee towards Partisan.
Post by: Telgin on April 07, 2012, 12:08:54 am
The blow catches Partisan in the chest, but his peytral stops most of the force. He rolls Jaxler over and kicks him free, sending him into the jail cell. Without another word, he leaps to his hooves and slams the cell shut before locking it. "You'll be spending a while in here," he says to the pegasus with a barely contained snort. How he considered Jaxler such a comrade was hard to remember at this point...
Post by: vkiNm on April 07, 2012, 12:12:11 am
still kept her crossbow loaded just in case "I Knew he was trouble.. I always knew.."
Post by: jaxler on April 07, 2012, 12:16:04 am
Jaxler surprised to be knocked into the cell but still managed to stay on his hoofs.
"Up yours, Partisan. UP... YOURS... AND WHY THE HELL DON'T YOU BUCKING SHOOT ME, KAT? C'MON I'M WIDE BUCKING OPEN"
Post by: Telgin on April 07, 2012, 12:21:06 am
Partisan raises a hoof to forestall any motion Kat might have been planning to make. He steps up to the bar and motions to the crossbow. "Hand it over Jaxler. Civilians aren't allowed to keep weapons."
Post by: jaxler on April 07, 2012, 12:22:09 am
"If you take my crossbow, I'll straight up kill you."
Post by: vkiNm on April 07, 2012, 12:25:31 am
"Handing out death threats to the guards? I knew you weren't very smart Jaxler.. but this?" Kat shook her head and sighs
Post by: Telgin on April 07, 2012, 12:28:26 am
Partisan sighs himself. Well, he certainly couldn't let Jaxler keep a weapon. Especially not in this mood. But it was in the jail cell with an equicidal pony. What to do? Perhaps he should go get somepony in the militia, a unicorn who could stun him magically or something...
"You've got a choice Jaxler. You can stay in there forever, or you can give me the crossbow and stay for a long time. Because you're not getting out of there where you can get to ammo for that weapon."
Post by: jaxler on April 07, 2012, 12:34:26 am
"I will guard this weapon with my life. I managed to posses it before I joined that guard. I'm gonna posses it until the day I bucking DIE, and I honestly rather die than have it stolen from me. SO, ether you kill me where I stand or you let me keep MY crossbow."
Post by: vkiNm on April 07, 2012, 12:42:02 am
"Well, you said it yourself." Kat shrugged and rise her crossbow
Post by: jaxler on April 07, 2012, 12:44:41 am
"Go ahead and shoot. So, long as I get buried with my crossbow"
Post by: Telgin on April 07, 2012, 12:45:25 am
Partisan gives her a horrified look and tries to knock her crossbow out of line. "What are you doing!?"
Post by: jaxler on April 07, 2012, 12:47:21 am
"No, partisan. I want to see if she's got the guts to shoot an unarmed pony."
Post by: vkiNm on April 07, 2012, 12:54:39 am
Kat didn't fight to get her Crossbow back into the target. "Well, He's armed with a weapon. And you know that ponies armed with weapons are dangerous. And a Crossbow, even unloaded, is still considered a weapon so, we either disarm him or kill him. That's what we do isn't it?"
Post by: jaxler on April 07, 2012, 12:57:31 am
Jaxler was surprised by Kat's willingness to kill him, but he knew that she had always wanted to see him gone.
"Oh, it's okay partisan. I'd rather die then lose my crossbow."
Post by: Telgin on April 07, 2012, 01:01:36 am
"We're not shooting him. He's got a crossbow, but no bolts. I'm not letting him out until he hands it over, but he's harmless like it is." He rubs his bruised cheek and adds, "I'd rather not see any more injuries today if I can avoid it."
Post by: vkiNm on April 07, 2012, 01:05:43 am
Kat gives Partisan a little confused look, just for a brief moment, then remove the bolt from her crossbow so she shoots blank at the floor, putting the bolt back where it belongs. "As you command, Captain."
Post by: jaxler on April 07, 2012, 01:07:18 am
Jaxler was coming to the realization that he still felt dizzy from when Kat hit him, and that he still felt sleepy as well, but he decided to ignore it and continue to defend his most valuable possession.
"I'm not giving up my crossbow, and if that means that I get a life sentence then FINE!"
Post by: Telgin on April 07, 2012, 01:14:28 am
Partisan snorts and makes for the door. "Fine, if that's what you want. Come on, Kat, we'll see if he's more reasonable after sleeping this off. Sober."
Post by: vkiNm on April 07, 2012, 01:17:11 am
Kat nodded and slung her crossbow back onto her back "Shouldn't we keep eyes on him Captain? Thieves are known to pick locks afterall.."
Post by: jaxler on April 07, 2012, 01:23:12 am
Jaxler hits the ground face first, unconscious, and makes a loud thud.
Post by: Telgin on April 07, 2012, 01:44:56 am
"Best get him to the hospital... and restrained. And take his weapon to the armory." Partisan cautiously unlocks the cell and moves to disarm Jaxler and relocate him.
Post by: jaxler on April 07, 2012, 02:03:51 am
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Jaxler woke up. As soon as Jaxler tried to move he realized that he was chained to the bed and couldn't move an inch. He then tried to look around, and managed to deduce that he had ended up in the hospital, and he couldn't find his crossbow. Jaxler felt shear fear as he came to the realization that his crossbow might no longer be his.
"Panacea... Panacea."
Post by: Telgin on April 07, 2012, 02:11:53 am
Panacea shakes off the grogginess she had felt up to this point trying to remain vigil over her unconscious patient. He was awake... that was good, that meant he would be okay. She stands and steps over to him. "What is it? Do you need something for the pain?" Perhaps not the best thing to start off with, but she was too sleepy to think clearly after having stayed up all night.
Post by: jaxler on April 07, 2012, 02:15:28 am
Jaxler was confused, afraid, and had a massive pain in his head and All he could manage to say was "P- Panacea... w- where is... where's my... my crossbow?"
Post by: Telgin on April 07, 2012, 09:29:52 pm
"Crossbow?" She blinks heavily and barely manages to recollect something. "I... saw Partisan with two, now that you mention it. I suppose he took it to the armory."
Post by: jaxler on April 07, 2012, 09:40:55 pm
"I- I need my crossbow. C- Could you please, go get my crossbow from the armory... I can't really move right now with all these chains."
Post by: Telgin on April 07, 2012, 09:43:47 pm
She gives him a concerned look. "I'm sorry... I don't have access to the armory. It's very early in the morning, everypony with access to the armory is still asleep."
Post by: jaxler on April 07, 2012, 09:50:11 pm
"Could you please unchain me? I need to go get my crossbow back."
Post by: Telgin on April 07, 2012, 10:02:51 pm
She nervously paws the ground for a moment and avoids his gaze. "Partisan... told me not to let you go, and not to even let you out of the chains unless somepony in the guard or militia were in here with me. I... didn't question him."
Post by: jaxler on April 07, 2012, 10:38:36 pm
"Can you at least give me enough booze to put me into a coma? I really don't want to be conscious if anypony from the guard shows up."
Post by: Telgin on April 07, 2012, 10:56:47 pm
She hesitates, wanting to give him the relief he requests, but knowing it was a bad idea. "You're still hurt... I'd rather not give you any alcohol for a while." She steps closer and says, "I can have Wool give you something for the pain, but that's all I can do. I'm sorry."
Post by: KingStrongbeard on April 07, 2012, 11:02:11 pm
((This scene begins immediately following the last scene with Glaive and Friesden.))
Glaive, in a rush, moves past Friesden and out the dining hall doors, quickly followed by the small yellow stripy filly. Glaive looks around frantically for Falcata, not sure where she would be at this time of night. Glaive heads off toward the dormitories and clumsily runs straight into somepony as he is leaving the building, Friesden screeching to a stop just before she does the same.
Flux was starting to get really worried about Glaive and Falcata. It had been about a week since he had talked with Falcata, and it seemed like Glaive still hadn’t talked with her. His musings are interrupted by one of the subjects of his thinking ramming into him.
“Meow! That’s bunny speak for ‘Watch out! There’s a pony you’re about to run into! Don’t crash into him!’.”
“Wha...? Glaive?”
Glaive, while using his magic to help Flux to his hooves, apologizes, “I’m sorry Flux, I didn’t see you there. That was my fault, I was just looking for... Have you seen Falcata around?”
Flux looks confused a moment, then realizes what Glaive must want.
“Um... yes? I, uh, just got done talking with her. She should still be in her room? Er, your room?”
Glaive nods, a sad, worrying, thought creeps into his mind. “You were talking to her? Is...is she still angry with me?”
“I... don’t think so? I...” Flux pauses, considering if he should speak his piece or just let Glaive finally patch things up with Falcata.
“She needs you, Glaive. You... swore to stay by her, no matter what. So... so hurry up. Your love needs your support...”
Glaive sighs deeply, “You...you’re right Flux, it...it killed me to leave her lying there in the hospital, but after what I did, when she asked me to leave her... But I’m going to talk to her now...Maybe we can move on from all this...”
Flux’ eyes widen when Glaive says that Falcata asked him to go, but says nothing. Instead, he simply steps aside so Glaive can hurry on his way.
Friesden keeps bouncing along following him.
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Falcata lounges in her chair, reclining and feeling a little sleepy after Flux's visit. She'd only left the hospital and headed back to her and Glaive's room yesterday; truth be told, she felt she'd overstayed her welcome in the hospital anyway. There was very little physically wrong with her, and she had been beginning to feel selfish taking up Panacea's valuable time when somepony else could need her attention. More than that, though, it looked like Glaive might have taken her request for him to leave a bit more strongly than she'd intended, since he hadn't come back yet. She only hopes that he'll come back to their room soon, and then they can have a proper, heartfelt talk and she can apologise for her insensitivity.
The pegasus glances at the door again, wondering how long it would take for Flux to find Glaive. Hopefully not long.
Glaive and Friesden stand outside the door. He had rushed up here, but now, being so close, he had second thoughts.
“Come on, mister Glaive. Like Dad said, ‘Gotta say sorry’.”
Glaive nods to the filly and pulls out his key, unlocks the door, and walks inside.
Falcata jumps as the oaken door swings open, revealing the familiar, oh-so-welcome sight of Glaive standing there, looking determined. Already out of her chair, she rushes headlong at him, catching him in a passionate embrace, hugging him tight in a wordless display of remorse and affection.
Glaive is shocked by his wife’s sudden affection, especially after their last conversation, he hugs her back tightly, and sputters out, “I’m sorry Falcata, I’m sorry I stayed away. I thought that you would come to me, or send for me, or something if you were ready to talk. When you asked me to leave, I didn’t know what else to do. I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have avoided you this long.”
"No, no, no, it's my fault for having asked you to go in the first place! Flux- I was talking with Flux, and- and he made me see, we should have stuck together. We- I should have seen that, should have seen that we have to work through this together. I just- I'm sorry, it was wrong of me, so wrong of me. I'm so sorry." she babbles, the words tumbling clumsily over each other in her haste to make amends. She continues to clasp him tightly to her, her continued grip reflecting the heartfelt nature of her apology.
Glaive doesn’t let go of his wife, and kisses her neck, before continuing, “I think we owe something to little Friesden.” he pulls himself away just a bit to gesture at the filly behind the door, “It was her encouragement that got me to come home tonight. If it wasn’t for her...I’d still be getting drunk out of my mind at the dining hall.”
Smiling, Falcata looks past her husband to the little, stripy, yellow filly peering out from outside.
Friesden is bouncing up and down, and as she sees mrs Falcata looking at her, she says “Meow meow meow! That’s bunny speak for ‘Hello Mrs. Falcata!’ Meow meow meow!”
The filly's cheerful manner is infectious, and Falcata and Glaive can't help themselves from breaking out into smiles at Friesden's adorable greeting.
"Hi, Friesden. I see you've been cheering up my big grumpy husband for me, hmm?"
“Uh-huh! Meow meow meow. That’s bunny speak for ‘He didn’t know how to say sorry, so I helped him!’ Meow meow meow!” she says as she continues bouncing up and down.
Glaive chuckles at the little filly. “Yes, she saw me drinking alone, and well, I’d still be there if not for her. She made me see that sitting there wasn’t helping anything. We owe her much.”
"Hm. Do we have any cupcakes left?" queries Falcata, peering round the room in search of the a chocolatey treat. "I think little Friesden deserves at least one, don't you?"
Glaive thinks to himself and says, “..uh, I think we have some left....” his horn glows with a faint light, and a silver plate levitates to them from across the room, on it sit a few chocolate cupcakes with sprinkles. He levitates the plate to Friesden. “These are not much, but please, take as many as you like.”
“Meow meow meow! That’s bunny speak for ‘Thank you mister Glaive and mrs Falcata!” says Friesden before she takes two of the cupcakes, having to stop bouncing to keep from knocking them or the plate. She starts eating one of them, nomming away. She tries to say something while she eats, but it just come out as a mumble.
Glaive watches as the filly engulfs the poor cupcake sending it to a quick demise, but fails to understand her words. “Friesden, you shouldn’t talk with your mouth full. Swallow and say it again.”
She swallows her mouthful of cupcake, and tries again “Are you going to try getting another one?”
Blushing somewhat awkwardly, Falcata takes a moment to reply, having difficulty finding the right words. "We- I think-"
She glances at Glaive for a second; he nods his head, prompting her to finish with: "Yes, I- I think we might."
“Meow meow! That’s bunny speak for ‘That’s good!’” She bounces up a couple of time, before she remembers the other cupcake, and tries to catch it before it tumbles to the ground.
The fraction of a second before the cupcake reaches it ignoble demise upon the hard wooden floor, it is enveloped in the soft telltale light of a unicorn’s magic. Glaive had caught the treat and said as he passed it back to the filly, “You had best be careful, my little pony, don’t want to lose this before you're done with it.”
“Thank you mister Glaive!” She takes the cupcake. “I should probably go home now. Almost-dad and the scary lady will be worried. They don’t like me being out too late.”
As the little filly left, heading home for the night, the young couple bid her farewell. Glaive closed the door behind her and locked it for the night, before turning back to his loving wife. Glaive begins, “I...I just want to tell you, that I still love you. I meant those vows I said, for better or for worse. I shouldn’t have stayed away as long as I did, but I only did so because I thought it was what you wanted. I’m truly sorry...for everything.”
Her heart twisting at Glaive's words, Falcata grabs him again, pulling him close for the second time to reaffirm her remorse. "I know, I know. It was my fault, sending you away so callously. I want you to know - however it might have seemed that night when I stupidly asked you to leave - I don't blame you. It's not your fault, not one bit. Nopony - nopony - could have foreseen or prevented it. It's not your fault - please remember that. I love you too, now and forever."
Releasing her grip on her love, she gazes briefly at the now-shut door, thinking on Friesden's words.
"Maybe- maybe we should, you know, try again." she murmurs tentatively.
Glaive blushes under his fur at the suggestion, he becomes flustered and mumbles out a few words. “Uh, well, yeah, we...we should. If...if you want to, that is. If you’re ready...to try again.”
Pressing gently into his side, she nuzzles him softly. She had been worried it was too soon to even think about the idea, having previously spent an age agonizing over the issue even to convince herself, but hearing Glaive's agreement bolstered her own resolve.
"I think- I think so." she whispers. "Yes."
END.
Post by: jaxler on April 07, 2012, 11:03:40 pm
"I can Ignore the pain. I just need a sedative, or my crossbow."
Post by: Kryptid on April 07, 2012, 11:20:17 pm
A knock can be heard at the door. It is followed by a vocal request, muffled slightly by the solid wood that the sound must pass through.
"Panacea? Are you in? Is this the right room?"
Post by: Telgin on April 07, 2012, 11:25:45 pm
She tries to think of a response to Jaxler when the knock comes. She opens the door to let Sarissa in. "Oh, um, yes, I'm in. Right room? Were you looking for somepony?"
Post by: jaxler on April 07, 2012, 11:30:35 pm
"Oh god, what does she want? Can you please hurry up with the sedatives?I Don't want to be completely aware with her in the room."
Post by: Kryptid on April 07, 2012, 11:35:03 pm
"Thank you, Panacea. I was just looking for..." turning her head, Sarissa took notice of the pony lying strapped to the bed, "...Jaxler. Looks like this is the right room afterall." She trots over to the bedside, giving a slight chuckle as she smirks, "Well, well, well, I know about your little scrap with Partisan. When I heard I just had to come see for myself. Looks like your temper finally caught up with you, eh?
Post by: jaxler on April 07, 2012, 11:41:23 pm
Jaxler gazed over to panacea, hoping that she would give him something to make Sarissa's annoyance go away. he then said somberly "Please just go away Sarissa... You shouldn't kick a pony while there down."
Post by: Kryptid on April 07, 2012, 11:51:53 pm
"Now who said anything about that? I'd say you've done a pretty good job of getting yourself kicked down." Sarissa prods the heavy metal shackles with one of her front hooves, "Wow, looks like Partisan really doesn't want you escaping. What exactly did you do to him?"
Post by: jaxler on April 08, 2012, 12:01:49 am
"Please just go away, I don't want to talk to you right now... I can't talk to you right now."
Post by: Telgin on April 08, 2012, 12:09:51 am
Panacea gives Sarissa a concerned look. "He's still recovering. It... would probably be best not to agitate him..."
Post by: Kryptid on April 08, 2012, 12:22:23 am
Interesting. Jaxler really seemed down right now. Where was that fiery temper he usually had? Guess losing the guard position and getting hospitalized in one day was a bit much on him. Even though Sarissa believed he deserved it, perhaps she should back off for the time being. "Well, hopefully you'll take this lesson to heart. You can't run around starting fights with just anypony that makes you angry without consequences eventually following. As a guardsman, you should have had better discipline." Sarissa looks down at the bruise on his head, "As much as the results of your tussle amuse me, I'd have to say that I'm still rather disappointed in you." The medium brown unicorn begins to walk back towards the door, "Hopefully, you'll find some way to be more responsible in the future."
Post by: jaxler on April 08, 2012, 12:30:40 am
Jaxler sighed when she left, he already felt horrible and didn't need her scorn. All, he needed was something that would make yesterday's events seem to disappear.
"Panacea, How many painkillers would I need to take before I lost consciousness?"
Post by: Telgin on April 08, 2012, 12:32:47 am
She sighs and gives him a sad expression. "I'm sorry Jaxler... that much might kill you. I can't take that chance."
Post by: jaxler on April 08, 2012, 12:37:57 am
"I already know that and honestly, I wouldn't mind death at this point."
Post by: vkiNm on April 08, 2012, 12:42:18 am
Kat Knocked on the door, having two crossbows with her. She didn't notice Sarissa exiting and was hoping she's at the right room. "Hello? Panacea? Is Jaxler in there?"
Post by: Telgin on April 08, 2012, 12:47:17 am
She sighs and fails to find a satisfactory response to Jaxler. She opens the door, hoping whoever it was wouldn't make the situation any worse. "Oh, hello Kat. Yes, he's here."
Post by: vkiNm on April 08, 2012, 12:53:37 am
Kat nodded as she enters the room, seeing Jaxler being tied down like that, "I brought the Crossbow back to it's owner." She said as she unslung that wooden crossbow to let Jaxler sees it.
Post by: jaxler on April 08, 2012, 01:00:03 am
Jaxler was visibly relieved to see his crossbow back.
"K-Kat, please bring my crossbow over here."
Post by: vkiNm on April 08, 2012, 01:01:28 am
And as Jaxler asked, She walked over with his crossbow and place it ontop of his chained form. "there, better?"
Post by: jaxler on April 08, 2012, 01:05:18 am
"Yes actually... So, are you going to unchain me, or am I supposed to just lay here until Partisan comes up with a decent way to execute me?"
Post by: vkiNm on April 08, 2012, 01:20:34 am
"Execute this Execute that, what do you think this is, Executionville? Hel-Lo Jaxler? Time to wake up? do you honestly think we're going to execute you? I mean, I know you're not the brightest tool in the shed but, Seriously? Execute you just for that? I'm honestly awed by your ability to focus on getting executed. It's getting old Jaxler, we're not going to execute you. Until you start killing ponies that is.. So just enjoy getting your crossbow back until somepony decide otherwise." Kat vent out all those frustration.
Post by: jaxler on April 08, 2012, 01:34:31 am
"I'm Sorry, but I've traveled to a lot of places in my life, and I've been places where you get executed for saying a god's name in vain, or for looking at someone the wrong way, for having the wrong fur color and I've been places where insulting a government official in the privacy of your home is gets you assassinated. So, I'm kinda used to being in a position were hitting the captain of the guard or calling the Baroness a coward would get me killed and I'm honestly sorry if that's an inconvenience."
Post by: vkiNm on April 08, 2012, 01:41:49 am
"Look Jaxler, those places doesn't matter anymore. You're in Dawnpick now so might aswell act like you're in one. I'm also from places different than this, A place where i'd be traded away like an item and gets stoned to death just for wanting to join the guards. But that doesn't matter now, Because we're in Dawnpick now. See? Live with the present Jaxler. Carrying the past on your back is just going to slow you down."
Post by: jaxler on April 08, 2012, 01:48:50 am
"Those whom forget the past are bound to repeat it, and why would I personally want to be stuck in the present? And considering how much I drink, I really doubt I have much of a future left."
Post by: vkiNm on April 08, 2012, 01:55:46 am
Kat let out a sigh before continuing "To let go the past does not mean to forget it. But means to not let it be a burden. You know what? I don't care anymore. They say that only you yourself can help yourself, and seeing that you don't want to help yourself, Then I'm in no place to try and help. The sisters gave us the ability to choose, Jaxler. Choose whatever, However, Whenever. You choose to be a thief, you choose to came here, then you choose not to steal. I don't know what you'll be choosing next, and frankly, I don't care. Just realize wherever you stand, it's because of what you choose."
Post by: jaxler on April 08, 2012, 02:09:38 am
"Heh, you call me simple minded when you fail to realize the obvious. I do wish I could fix myself, I do with all my bucking heart, but I can't. no mater how much I drink and how much I try I only damage myself even more. Isn't the fact that I'm chained to this bed proof enough. And don't give the 'sisters' or any god any credit for anything. If they do exist then all they do is sit up on a gilded throne and laugh at us as our world rots... At least you're smart enough to realize that I'm beyond help."
Post by: vkiNm on April 08, 2012, 02:32:01 am
"You know you can fix yourself Jaxler. You simply choose not to. You choose to continue to drink and damage yourself. So if that's what you choose, then why should i make you choose otherwise? I don't care if you believe in the sisters or not, You choose not to, that's your choice. I care not for what you choose Jaxler, but as long as your problem does not cause other ponies problems, then we'll all be fine. You can be as drunk and as damaged as you'd like to, but when you start damaging other ponies, then consequences happens. Just know that, alright? I choose to let you keep your Crossbow and if anyone ask, tell them to come to me about it. Even Partisan."
Post by: jaxler on April 08, 2012, 02:47:38 am
"A crippled pony can't walk, a deaf pony can't hear, a blind pony can't describe red, an earth pony cannot fly, and the damned cannot escape hell. I chose to try to help ponies and now I'm chained to a bed. I chose to govern myself and I about had my most precious possession stolen from me. I chose to try to enjoy me life and look at the hell I've made for myself in trying to do so. I've learned over the years that you can chose something, but that doesn't mean that the ending will be any different because you chose otherwise... AND please, don't insult the booze. It's the only poison that can make this world bearable."
Post by: vkiNm on April 08, 2012, 03:18:49 am
"They can't, but they can try. You Tried and you seems to have failed, but atleast you tried. That's a credit i can give you. I don't mind you drinking your booze Jaxler, and you can always help the others in other ways. Become a hunter then, that way you can help the fort and still keep your crossbow and drink as much as you'd like without people whining about it."
Post by: jaxler on April 08, 2012, 03:26:56 am
Jaxler was silent for a long while before retorting.
"Why didn't you just shoot me when I was in the jail cell. You seemed rather thrilled to be able to strike me down, and you'd be doing this fort a favor if you did."
Post by: vkiNm on April 08, 2012, 03:41:33 am
Kat seems slightly surprised by Jaxler's question "Because i choose not to. And I don't really have enough reasons to shoot you."
Post by: jaxler on April 08, 2012, 03:42:48 am
"Did you want to shoot me?"
Post by: vkiNm on April 08, 2012, 04:09:03 am
"I Both wanted and doesn't want to shoot you." She answers "I just doesn't want to shoot you enough to shoot you. It'll be too easy anyway if i did."
Post by: jaxler on April 08, 2012, 04:16:28 am
"What do you mean? What does me being an easy target have to do with wanting to shoot me? and would you have still have shot me if Partisan hadn't been there to order you not to?"
Post by: vkiNm on April 08, 2012, 04:41:25 am
"It's the past, I don't really care about it now. But if were going to shoot you, know this, you'll be armed, properly, with a loaded crossbow and aiming at me. Then I'll shoot you."
Post by: Powder Miner on April 08, 2012, 09:37:32 am
(http://i40.tinypic.com/33zfkid.png)
Oil Macepony shifted uncomfortably in the hospital bed. She'd certainly expected the languages to be a problem, but it was must more insurmountable than she had thought. But the reason she had come to this particular fort is because he was here... what... what was his name in midpony? ...Let's see... "Powder... Miner-Knot...hole? ... I know Powder... want see Powder... midpony very difficult, urgh." It was obvious that she was pained by having to use a language she knew very few words of, and she began muttering something in another language. Indeed, some had heard Powder Miner speaking that language before.
Post by: jaxler on April 08, 2012, 04:02:17 pm
"So, when do I get out of these chains and is partisan gonna do anything about me hitting him?"
Post by: vkiNm on April 08, 2012, 08:03:14 pm
"Honestly? I don't know. It's really up to Partisan or Virtue to decide it, not me. But if I have to guess, you'll probably be like this for a while."
Post by: jaxler on April 08, 2012, 08:42:27 pm
"Great... Bucking great... If your not going to unchain me, then can you please just go away."
Post by: vkiNm on April 08, 2012, 10:31:13 pm
Kat shrugged slightly "well if you're so tired of me, i guess? Afterall i wasn't planning to stay for so long after giving you back your crossbow." She said then turns around to leave
Post by: jaxler on April 08, 2012, 10:36:36 pm
"Kat... thanks for bringing back my crossbow."
Post by: vkiNm on April 08, 2012, 10:47:43 pm
"It's alright." She said before leaving the room, closing the door behind her.
Post by: Khenal on April 08, 2012, 11:46:55 pm
I notice Kat leaving the hospital as I head towards the wood pile to make some more charcoal, and decide to take a short break and see how she's doing. I trot up to her, smiling, and give her a loving nuzzle once I reach her.
"Heya Kat! Why were you in the hospital? Visiting with Panacea?"
Post by: vkiNm on April 09, 2012, 12:02:41 am
Kat's mood have been obviously lifted from seeing Flux and getting a nuzzle from him, She returns the nuzzle happily "Mm, Hey Flux! Oh, I'm just bringing Jaxler back his crossbow is all."
Post by: Khenal on April 09, 2012, 12:06:03 am
My look of happiness quickly shifts to concern as Kat explains what she was doing.
"Bringing him back his crossbow? Did he get attacked? Is he hurt? Can... can I see him?"
Post by: vkiNm on April 09, 2012, 12:30:51 am
"Oh don't worry. He just kind of got mad, resigned from the guards then punched Partisan in the face. So me and Partisan kind of beat him into a cell with our crossbows, Then he passed out. Partisan confiscated his Crossbow but i think it's a better idea to let him keep the thing so that's why i returned it to him! And yeah, i don't think there's anything wrong with you visiting him. Afterall he's in chain and couldn't punch anypony else." Kat said with a smile
Post by: Khenal on April 09, 2012, 12:37:26 am
'He attacked Partisan?'
"Well... at least he has his crossbow back. It means a lot to him, Kat. Um... you said it's alright if I talk to him, right?"
I take a step towards the door, still a bit uncertain.
Post by: vkiNm on April 09, 2012, 12:40:37 am
Kat nods "Honestly, I don't want Panacea to be alone with him in there.."
Post by: Khenal on April 09, 2012, 12:53:34 am
I give Kat a quick kiss before returning to the door.
"Thanks, Kat."
I head inside and look around for Jaxler. He's not too hard to find. After all, there aren't very many pegasus stallions chained to a bed in the hospital. I slowly approach, unsure what to say first.
"Um... Jaxler? Are you alright?"
Post by: jaxler on April 09, 2012, 12:58:14 am
Jaxler was surprised to see Flux walk in.
"Oh, hay Flux and I've been worse."
Post by: Khenal on April 09, 2012, 01:03:18 am
I look a bit confused at that as I walk up to him.
"Worse than chained to a hospital bed?"
Post by: jaxler on April 09, 2012, 01:09:36 am
"Yeah, I've been mortally wounded, on more than one occasion... anyway, how did you find out I was here?"
Post by: Khenal on April 09, 2012, 01:12:22 am
"I, uh, spotted Kat leaving the hospital and asked her what was happening. She said you were here, and she... brought you your crossbow?"
Post by: jaxler on April 09, 2012, 01:23:23 am
"So, does that mean that she told you what happened?"
Post by: Khenal on April 09, 2012, 01:26:00 am
"Kinda? She said you got angry, resigned, and attacked Partisan. They locked you into a cell and took your crossbow, then brought you here because you got hurt?"
Post by: jaxler on April 09, 2012, 01:27:50 am
"Did she tell you about me getting arrested and demoted before hitting partisan and resigning?"
Post by: Khenal on April 09, 2012, 01:30:40 am
I blink a few times, dumbly, before answering.
"Uh... no? What happened?"
Post by: jaxler on April 09, 2012, 01:42:23 am
"I got a arrested for something... I did before I came to dawnpick. Partisan must have decided that that was the last straw and told me that I was demoted. The hell am I saying, the sick bastard didn't demote me he bucking demoralized me, he didn't just lower my rank, he put me at the very bottom of the ranks. The bastard thought that he could just do that to me and get away with it. SO, I put a dent in his face for treating me like dirt. Then Kat ran up and slammed the blunt side of her crossbow into my head. the last thing I can remember was Partisan yelling at me trying to get me to give up my crossbow. I think Kat's crossbow strike gave me a concussion and it took me a few minutes to pas out. Anyway I woke up chained to this bed with a splitting head ache and I couldn't find my crossbow anywhere."
Post by: Maklak on April 09, 2012, 02:27:41 pm
I'll post it in linked parts, there is just too much work to make it in one blob.
Pony relationships
This is a list of married and engaged ponies in-game, but I may have made a few mistakes here and there. Players are not required to stick to the letter to what happens in game, and single ponies in-game being lovers in-RP is perfectly fine. This list here is just for reference and as a starting point for roleplay, as well as for keeping track of who is related to who. For a list of players controlling ponies, and which ones were renamed, see the first post.
I included surnames, because some are funny. Dates of birth are included to know the age of ponies and when they can organise birthday parties. I occasionally added other comments; in particular "Young adult" are children, who have grown up in recent years. They joined the workforce, but the eldest one is 11, none of them has any lovers and it is best not to romance with them in roleplay.
The list is divided into categories: Married with children, Lovers, Single Males, Single Females and finally Dead. Coulpes are listed with stallions first. Children are sorted by birthdates, and everything else is sorted alphabetically. Enjoy.
Married:
Carmine Owlmatched (UPM, 24th Obsidian 178) and Ocean Breeze Waxyprairies (PPF, 24th Sandstone 183)
-> Peridot Willfuldawns (???) (I was unabble to acess in-game data.)
-> Dizzy Sparklewomen (PPF, 13th Timber 255)
-> Chestnut Lovemushrooms (UPF, 7th Opal 256)
-> Crimson Poetspoken (UPM, 20th Obsidian 257)
-> Gust Front Nestshimmered (PPF, 25th Granite 258)
Cleaver Tinpear (PPM, 13th Granite 180) and Glaze Raindonkey (EPF, 24th Hematite 178)
-> Purple Prose Hillgangs (UPF, 14th Galena 254)
-> Granite Owlpastime (EPM, 22nd Slate 255)
-> Brownie Bits Stylecloaks (UPF, 5th Galena 255)
-> Wisteria Chasteglitter (UPF, 9th Timber 256)
-> Tangerine Beesplanted (UPF, 23rd Felsite 257)
-> Violet Wispypoet (PPF, 14th Slate 258)
Glaive Straytwinkles (UPM, 26th Galena 145) and Falcata Basinsnacked, the Golden Pride of Verses (PPF, 22nd Galena 1) (Ancient! Great stats.)
Harvest Moon Trickshollers and Virtue Cookales (EPF, 26th Slate 159) (Baroness)
-> Rose Citywinter (UPF, 28th Hematite 256)
-> Valor Trailhopped (EPM, 21st Granite 257)
-> Rampart Nurturedharvests (EPM, 21st Granite 258)
Marbles Shinpartner (UPM, 23rd Limestone 172) and Naginata Searchplanted (PPF, 15th Felsite 179)
-> Rondel Snackstrayed (UPM, 7th Felsite 253) (Young adult)
-> Verdant Flash Healedflutes (PPM, 19th Felsite 253) (Young adult)
-> Aurora Woodbunny (PPF, 8th Obsidian 255)
-> Floral Hallblossomed (EPF, 13th Malachite 256)
-> Estoc Beardedtaken (EPM, 13th Malachite 257)
Redwood Lightbutter (PPM, 3rd Opal 186) and Loom Cultbee (PPF, 15th Limeston 186)
-> Maize EmbraicedLoisters (UPM, 8th Hematite 256)
-> Cypress Snackedtoast (EPM, 16th Hematite 257)
-> Heliotrope Peekbaked (UPM, 6th Slate 258)
Savory Fairbear (UPM, 28th Obsidian 164) and Detergent Yawngrove (UPF, 26th Galena 168)
-> Whirlwind Fairmouth (PPM, 24th Hematite 248) (Young adult)
-> Storm Cloud Buttonedmornings (PPM, 6th Moonstone 250) (Young adult, Mayor)
-> Sandstone Satinoiled (UPM, 15th Opal, 252) (Young adult)
-> Copper Trim Supperslulls (UPF, 22nd Galena 253) (Young adult)
-> Azurite Brightcrafts (EPM, 3rd Limestone 255)
-> Blue Moon Cookedgifts (EPM, 19th Opal 256)
-> Daisy Primclan, (EPF, 7th Limestone 257)
-> Summer Velvetpeppers (PPF, 24th Obsidian 257)
Saw Dust Relievedlarks (EPM, 5th Malachite 148) and Panacea Amusedinner (PPF, 28th Hematite 143)
-> Lancet Breadloved (EPM, 21st Malachite 258)
-> Peppermint Woodpastime (UPF, 21st Malachite 258)
Splineter Thinnedcherished (PPM, 21st Timber, 182) and Hickory Torchplates (EPF, 21st Granite, 142)
-> Sienna Dinnerwatchful (UPF, 13th Malachite 253) (Young adult)
-> Amber Snackeddresses (UPF, 12th Obsidian 254)
-> Patina Georgeweakened (UPF, 10th Galena, 255)
-> Sheer Delight Musicnest (EPF, 17th Granite 256)
-> Clear Skies Prophetsweet (PPF, 24th Sandstone 256)
-> Alpine Catcrowds (UPM, 16th Hematite 257)
-> Peony Dinedbrims (PPF, 24th Obsidian 258)
Lovers:
Ashwood Wondrousbothered (PPM, 7th Opal 155) and Diamond Shard Mastersmiles (PPF, 26th Slate 146)
Barley Brightpeppers (EPM, 15th Opal 171) (DEAD!) and Sushi Wireembraces (PPF, 19th Opal 167) (Mourning?)
Castiron Kinflights (PPM, 26th Slate 161) and Balsa Grownlarks (UPF, 21st Malachite 157)
Cinder Charmedflicker (EPM, 17th Timber 177) and Alum Bulbcrested (UPF, 19th Opal 183)
Grapple Creaturerights (EPM, 5th Timber 144) and Quartz Riverlocks (PPF, 21st Malachite 148)
Longshot Wheatsnakes (PPM, 10th Galena 143) and Willow Strawdistant (PPF, 10th Slate 136)
Midnight Braidbud (EPM, 1st Timber 142) and Oil Macepony Mansnacks (UPM, 19th Opal 140)
Powder Miner Flingpines (EPM, 23rd Opal 162) and Pewter Dressvines (PPF, 24th Obsidian 170)
Wool Bridespices (UPM, 19th Felsite 176) and Corkscrew Matchedsnack (PPF, 19th Opal 176)
Single males:
Arableast Riteharvests (UPM, 9th Malachite 146)
Billows Silkenspirit (EPM, 21st Timber 156)
Chisel Gullyheaven (EPM, 6th Galena 163)
Cross Stitch Poemwax (UPM, 11th Felsite 154)
Fleece Wealthgarnish (EPM, 13th Timber 160)
Flux Cherishedamazed (EPM, 1st Timber, 140)
Glyph Tailsponges (EPM, 6th Slate 155)
Halberd Crowdedday the Soaked quickness (EPM, 12th Hematite 165) (Grudges with Ashwood, Saw Dust and Virtue.) (Great stats. Highest ranking military.)
Indigo Swiftdined (UPM, 2nd Moonstone 137) (He is down to one friend, Arablest, whom Indigo despises in RP. Go figure.)
Jaxler Blackflutes (PPM, 8th Sandstone 183) (Very good stats.)
Mortar Longgleams (UPM, 16th Hematite, 177)
Partisan Bridevens (PPM, 24th Obsidian 179) (Great stats)
Spool Hoofstyle (PPM, 16th Sandstone 169)
Totem Fastengrottoes (EPM, 21st Malachite 176)
Zearoth Glistencactus (EPM, 23rd Felsite 171)
Single females:
Amor Embracedated (UPF, 17th Timber 150)
Bevel Vallytile (EPF, 18th Slate, 136) (Good stats)
Cherry Pop Cloudneutral (EPF, 17th Malachite 171)
Chic Glimmerbreakfasts (UPF, 1st Timber 156)
Fuscina Walledhoof (EPF, 22nd Moonstone 181) (Good stats)
Kat Blossomwilt (PPF, 19th Limestone 183)
Kris Shimmeredcourage (UPF, 20th Obsidian 140) (Good stats)
Kukri Braidedwaxed (UPF, 25th Timber 144)
Sarissa Tubestrim, the Glen of Fortresses (UPF, 24th Obsidian 165) (Good stats)
Skillet Lighttrance (PPF, 13th Malachite 137)
Stiletto Tressedgood (APF, 13th Granite 165) (Great stats. Alicorn) (Tallpanzer: In-game she has no lovers (you said 3). She has 3 wrestling, not 8 )
Deceased:
Babbling Brook Shunkhairs (EPF, 18th Slate 171)
Barley Brightpeppers (EPM, 15th Opal 171)
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Dormitories.
These pictures show where everypony lives. I know they are ugly, but they are readable. If you want to fix them, the xcf files are here. (http://dl.dropbox.com/u/71287918/Dormitories_xcf.zip)
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Panacea, Saw Dust and their 2 foals live in one 3x3 room above the hospital, and Wool in another.
Vitrue, Harvest Moon and their 3 foals live inside the keep.
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Since I'm doing a lot of work here, I might as well get something out of it. Therefore I declare, that in-RP these suggestions were made by Indigo to Virtue. I grounded it in his scene with Amor, where he thought briefly if he can do something for Detergent and other mothers with multiple foals. We might make it into a scene or put it as a part of another scene, but Telgin is overloaded with work, and this wouldn't be very interesting anyway. Just assume, that Indigo occasionally goes to see Lady Virtue and offer her some suggestions, and spends some of his evenings writing down his conclusions from doing various tasks around the camp. This doesn't make them friends however, and usually he treats her with respect. His suggestions are useful, but overall he makes Virtue somewhat uneasy.
I suggest, that you evict neighbours of big famillies, pull down walls between neighbouring rooms, and give married couples 3x7 rooms wirh extra furniture. In-RP their neighbours are told about the idea, are kindly asked to move, and the benefiting famililies helps them with it, if they agree. In-game it will result in parents having rooms above their station, and those evicted will have to claim new rooms. There are more than enough rooms for this. If the foals are fully capped, then the problem will solve itself in a few years.
I also suggest that one empty room per dormitory, preferably one closest to the exit is used as a drink stockpile. Now ponies need to walk a long way to get a drink. I don't quite know how to explain the idea in-RP, so it isn't Indigo's idea, just the one about expanding rooms for families. Floral's and Whirwind's rooms would be best for this.
Next: Military, Wealth and stocks. (http://www.bay12forums.com/smf/index.php?topic=96608.msg3195635#msg3195635)
Dwarf therapist for 31.25 Windows version with fixed castes here. (http://dl.dropbox.com/u/71287918/DwarfTherapist-0.6.10.zip)
Post by: Telgin on April 09, 2012, 02:37:48 pm
Also, I know that Powder Miner asked for me to fix it so that Oil Macepony and Powder Miner be set to be lovers, but I haven't done that in game just yet. Migrants were turned back on to a cap of 110 (so a few extra migrants will show up) and foals have been capped at 25, so some of the children will have to grow up before we get any more births.
Post by: Khenal on April 09, 2012, 03:42:55 pm
(http://i1135.photobucket.com/albums/m638/bradshja/JaxlerAvatar-1.jpg)
"I got a arrested for something... I did before I came to dawnpick. Partisan must have decided that that was the last straw and told me that I was demoted. The hell am I saying, the sick bastard didn't demote me he bucking demoralized me, he didn't just lower my rank, he put me at the very bottom of the ranks. The bastard thought that he could just do that to me and get away with it. SO, I put a dent in his face for treating me like dirt. Then Kat ran up and slammed the blunt side of her crossbow into my head. the last thing I can remember was Partisan yelling at me trying to get me to give up my crossbow. I think Kat's crossbow strike gave me a concussion and it took me a few minutes to pas out. Anyway I woke up chained to this bed with a splitting head ache and I couldn't find my crossbow anywhere."
(http://i198.photobucket.com/albums/aa176/Kryptid/FluxAvatar.jpg)
I would need to be careful about how I phrased this...
"You... resigned because you were demoted?"
Post by: jaxler on April 09, 2012, 04:05:07 pm
"Yes, and the bruise I left on Partisan's face is the resignation letter. Heh, I actually feel pretty crappy right now, seeing how I Let that backstabbing jackass walk out of that fight with with all his bucking teeth."
Post by: Khenal on April 09, 2012, 04:33:05 pm
"But... why? Why resign over being demoted? You didn't join the guard for prestige, you joined to help ponies. I know the question you ask everypony who wants to join... so why does your rank matter?"
Post by: jaxler on April 09, 2012, 05:04:14 pm
"Rank matters because it shows how much the captain respects you. Partisan put me at the top AND then he just shoves me to the bottom, like freaking garbage. The bastard thought that he could demoralize me in order to make me more manageable. That's just bucking sick! And you know what? I'm willing to die for anypony in the fort but I'm not willing to work under somepony who Blatantly disrespected me in the worst of bucking ways."
Post by: Khenal on April 09, 2012, 05:12:25 pm
"Why did he demote you?"
Post by: jaxler on April 09, 2012, 05:14:10 pm
"Kat has been pressuring Partisan to demote me for months now... and I kinda got arrested..."
Post by: Khenal on April 09, 2012, 05:34:53 pm
"Um... what were you arrested for?"
Post by: jaxler on April 09, 2012, 05:35:47 pm
"Something I did in my past."
Post by: Khenal on April 09, 2012, 05:38:42 pm
"Um... w-what did you do?"
Post by: jaxler on April 09, 2012, 05:41:57 pm
"I was a thief, and apparently I'm wanted in this country for once being such."
Post by: Khenal on April 09, 2012, 05:43:22 pm
I look a bit worried.
"We're not going to... extradite you, are we?"
Post by: jaxler on April 09, 2012, 05:52:50 pm
"Well I probably won't get deported. When Virtue realized that I'd be executed for my crimes she got all sad about it, and told me that she wouldn't send me off. But then again, I am currently chained to a bed so I guess I might."
Post by: Powder Miner on April 09, 2012, 06:00:37 pm
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Oil Macepony shifted uncomfortably in the hospital bed. She'd certainly expected the languages to be a problem, but it was must more insurmountable than she had thought. She'd been taken care of well enough anyway... But the reason she had come to this particular fort is because he was here... what... what was his name in midpony? ...Let's see... She turned to the caretaker. "Powder... Miner Knothole? ... I know Powder... want see Powder... midpony very difficult, urgh." It was obvious that she was pained by having to use a language she knew very few words of, and she began muttering something in another language. Indeed, some had heard Powder Miner speaking that language before.
Post by: Telgin on April 09, 2012, 06:34:06 pm
I'll assume that this occurs before or after the current scene, not concurrently.
(http://i198.photobucket.com/albums/aa176/Kryptid/Panacea.jpg)
Panacea turns to face her newest patient, feeling a bit reassured that she was at least speaking now. "Powder Miner?" The mare's injuries were more than just a few bruises, but she should be alright to be left alone for a few minutes. "Oh... okay, let me see if I can find him." She arranges for Wool to keep his eye on her and sets off to see if she could locate him.
Post by: Powder Miner on April 09, 2012, 08:22:32 pm
Panacea finds him hauling a boulder to a stock pile, chanting a work-tune.
Post by: Telgin on April 09, 2012, 09:48:53 pm
She flags him down with a wave of her hoof. "Powder!" she calls to him, trotting closer. "There's somepony who was asking for you. In... the hospital."
Post by: Powder Miner on April 09, 2012, 10:08:01 pm
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Panacea finds him hauling a boulder to a stock pile.
Post by: Powder Miner on April 09, 2012, 10:09:15 pm
"Huh." Powder parks the boulder in an out-of-the-way spot before moving toward the hospital. "Who?"
Post by: Khenal on April 09, 2012, 10:43:32 pm
(http://i1135.photobucket.com/albums/m638/bradshja/JaxlerAvatar-1.jpg)
"Well I probably wont get deported. When Virtue realized that I'd be executed for my crimes she got all sad about it, and told me that she wouldn't send me off. But then again, I am currently chained to a bed so I guess I might."
(http://i198.photobucket.com/albums/aa176/Kryptid/FluxAvatar.jpg)
"Um... I don't think this will change her mind, Jaxler. What, uh... are you going to do after they unchain you?"
Post by: jaxler on April 09, 2012, 10:48:37 pm
"I'm gonna go binge drinking for the next couple days, and after that I honestly don't know what I'm gonna do. Its not like I have anything to do during the day anymore."
Post by: Khenal on April 09, 2012, 10:52:51 pm
"Join the militia? Become a hunter?"
Post by: jaxler on April 09, 2012, 10:58:19 pm
"I honestly hate killing things, and the militia is full of ponies that really don't like. I'd ether get put into a group with Sarrisa or stiletto... no offense. And it's not like I have any special talent or anything aside from shooting things until they stop moving and taking pony's stuff, both of which I really don't like."
Post by: Khenal on April 09, 2012, 11:04:25 pm
"No offense taken, Jaxler. I know you don't like her, and I appreciate that you don't talk ill of her around me. Um, maybe learn a craft? Stone or wood, or maybe join me in the furnaces?"
Post by: jaxler on April 09, 2012, 11:14:50 pm
Jaxler shrugs as best he can in the chains.
"I guess, I used to be pretty good at whittling. Maybe I could try my hoof at woodcrafting and I suppose I could try to help with the furnaces."
Post by: Khenal on April 09, 2012, 11:24:33 pm
"Um... can I get you anything? Food or a drink, something to, uh, read?"
Post by: jaxler on April 09, 2012, 11:30:58 pm
"Well I do need something. You see that bucket of water over there... spill it, then offer to refill it, but instead of going and filling it with water fill it with the strongest drink you can fine, and don't let Panacea know whats in it."
Post by: Khenal on April 09, 2012, 11:39:01 pm
"Uh... I think she'd be able to smell the alcohol. Anything else?"
Post by: jaxler on April 09, 2012, 11:45:10 pm
"Not really..."
Post by: Khenal on April 10, 2012, 12:03:09 am
I sit next to his bed and give Jaxler a small smile.
"How about some company?"
We talked for a while, oddly happy even with my friend chained down. Eventually, he drifts off to sleep, needing to rest more from his concussion. I quietly make my exit afterwards, wondering if there's anything that I could do to make him feel better.
Post by: Telgin on April 10, 2012, 01:12:23 pm
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"Huh." Powder parks the boulder in an out-of-the-way spot before moving toward the hospital. "Who?"
(http://i198.photobucket.com/albums/aa176/Kryptid/Panacea.jpg)
"Well, she knows you... maybe you know her." She leads him back to the hospital. "She wandered into town yesterday, and was a bit injured. I don't know that anypony has gotten her name out of her yet... she has some difficulties speaking our language."
She opens the door and moves inside with him, then up to the injured mare's bedside. "Um, I brought him here. Is this the pony you were looking for?" she asks.
Post by: L1wW on April 10, 2012, 09:59:02 pm
Granite quickly fled the chaos that was his home. "Why must I have so many sisters? And why can one fly and the others break down walls with their horns? Man I really gotta find more ways to get out of the house." Granite continues walking and ends up at the center of the markets. He takes a moment to listen to all the conversations around him.
"Did you hear about the drunk guard?" some pink mare said.
"Yeah! What was his name, Jacksla or something?" a sky blue stallion responded.
Granite stood in shock after he heard that conversation. "Crap, I have to find Jaxler..." He whispers to himself. Granite notices Flux walk out of the hospital. Jaxler must be in there he thought, but before I go, I should bring him something to drink besides hospital water...
Granite quickly grabs a barrel of booze (but also left a few bits in payment he found in a random wallet). He then balances the barrel on his back and walks into the crowd near the hospital. "Goddamnit I hate crowds!" Granite said as he finally made it through the dense group of ponies. "Man I always end up with the most random stolen crap!" he says noticing the pile of junk beneath his hooves. "They'll sort this crap out later..." Granite quietly says to himself as he climbs the side of the hospital wall with the barrel of alcohol on his back. He makes his way to the first window, hopefully containing Jaxler.
Post by: jaxler on April 10, 2012, 10:25:06 pm
Jaxler was nice and asleep, when suddenly he was awoken by the sound of a window being forced open. He decided to ignore the sound and tried to go back to sleep when suddenly he heard a loud thud.
"UUUUUUGGGGGG... What the hell... wait... Granite? What the hell are you doing in here and why did you take the widow?
Post by: L1wW on April 10, 2012, 10:28:51 pm
"Ugh, hey Jaxler! I came here to visit you." Granite said, pausing to rub his head, "I went through the window so I could smuggle in some booze for you." Granite pushes the barrel over to him and then asks, "Hey, did anything happen between you and Partisan?"
Post by: jaxler on April 10, 2012, 10:29:57 pm
"I put a dent in his face"
Post by: L1wW on April 10, 2012, 10:35:52 pm
"Beautiful Jaxler, you're such a good influence you know? Punching your superior in the face! Why the hell would you do that?! Buck this, just drink your damn booze." Granite says, looking strangely frustrated.
Post by: jaxler on April 10, 2012, 10:38:17 pm
"How would I do that? I can't exactly move, I'm kinda chained down. And I punched Partisan in the face for demoting me to the lowest rank in the guard... um... are you okay?"
Post by: Powder Miner on April 10, 2012, 10:40:49 pm
Powder Miner's eyes widen and he practically sprints over to Oil Macepony. "Z.L?! Rweh zalen jun too?!" he says to her. ((O.M?! What happened to you?!))
She replies hesitantly. "...Zleh sal..." ((The city...))
Post by: L1wW on April 10, 2012, 10:48:23 pm
"Ugh, I've been better," Granite takes a moment to pull out his lockpicks. "I got another sister, Violet, the pegasus! I am the only male earth pony in my family," Granite takes a moment to locate the lock on his shackles. "When I was a baby, man it was hell! It still is hell! FOUR UNICORN SISTERS WITH NO CONTROL OVER THEIR MAGIC RUN AMOK IN MY HOUSEHOLD!" Granite works on picking the lock, "THE ATTIC WAS THE ONLY SAFE REFUGE I HAD! AND THEN VIOLET FLEW INTO THE ROOM WITH ME!" Granite finally undoes the lock. "I can't get any peace and quiet, especially when I want to right in my journal. The booze is in the corner." Granite finishes throwing the chains off of Jaxler.
Post by: jaxler on April 10, 2012, 10:58:35 pm
Jaxler got up and stretched his wings and legs, and walked over to the booze.
"sounds like you don't have any privacy..."
Post by: L1wW on April 10, 2012, 11:01:27 pm
"That sums it up, no privacy what-so-ever!" Granite's actions dawn on him. "Dude, I just let a dangerous criminal free! You could literally knock me out and fly out that window!"
Post by: jaxler on April 10, 2012, 11:03:41 pm
"yeah, I could... but if the militia saw me they'd probably attack me, and I Kinda like having all my limbs and I also like living here in Dawnpick. But anyway, do you have any plans on how to get some privacy?"
Post by: L1wW on April 10, 2012, 11:08:01 pm
"I could probably go sit up against a lone tree on a hill or something, so it's not impossible. But I also really don't mind their company, they have their moments. Like this one time we all made these flower crown thingies! It was awesome!"
Post by: jaxler on April 10, 2012, 11:11:08 pm
Jaxler sat down and started sipping the booze.
"So... they are pleasant to be around, but you'd prefer to still have some time to your own. How many rooms does your house have anyway?"
Post by: L1wW on April 10, 2012, 11:16:33 pm
"Rooms aren't the issue, the best spot has been the attic, I pull the latter up with me, only two ponies can get in without invitation. It's just that everywhere else can get hectic. But I'm fine with it. I learned to look up to Purple Prose as my eldest sibling, we get along pretty well. Brownie Bits and I couldn't be closer, ever since I took care of those bully's with the well and flour trick. Wisteria, Tangerine, and now Violet are just there, mainly because they're still infants."
Post by: jaxler on April 10, 2012, 11:19:58 pm
Jaxler took a long sip of booze while he thought to himself.
"So, you like them being around but at the same time you don't?"
Post by: L1wW on April 10, 2012, 11:23:13 pm
"Yeah I guess that describes it. I can be alone when I choose don't worry, I can also tolerate their company a lot longer than most could. Did you ever have siblings as a child? Also should we strap you back up afterwards?"
Post by: jaxler on April 10, 2012, 11:30:09 pm
"I had two older brothers and a little sister, but they didn't survive the white plague and yeah, you probably should chain me back up after this."
Post by: L1wW on April 10, 2012, 11:33:24 pm
"That's really sad. If something were to happen to my sisters, I probably couldn't live with myself. But... just tell me when you want the chains back on..."
Post by: jaxler on April 10, 2012, 11:36:17 pm
"Meh, It wasn't that bad, I was barely 2 when my family got wiped out so I really didn't understand what was going on at the time, and I got to live with my grandfather which was pretty neat."
Post by: L1wW on April 10, 2012, 11:43:12 pm
"Huh, I guess you have a point there. I'd ask for some booze, but I want to sober up for Flux's teaching..."
Post by: jaxler on April 10, 2012, 11:45:23 pm
"That's good. So, how the whole training under flux thing coming along?"
Post by: L1wW on April 10, 2012, 11:56:01 pm
"I only remember half of it considering I was always drunk and I think I sucked at it, but I'll still try to be the best smith-er ever!"
Post by: jaxler on April 11, 2012, 12:00:51 am
"Well, at least your trying, and good luck with the whole becoming legendary thing."
Post by: L1wW on April 11, 2012, 12:09:35 am
"Thanks Jaxler. I'll chain you back up again and I'll go hide the booze. Thanks for talking with me!"
((End Scene?))
Post by: Telgin on April 11, 2012, 12:22:44 am
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Powder Miner's eyes widen and he practically sprints over to Oil Macepony. "Z.L?! Rweh zalen jun too?!" he says to her. ((O.M?! What happened to you?!))
She replies hesitantly. "...Zleh sal..." ((The city...))
Not sure if you need me here, but just to keep it going... :)
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Panacea watches as the two converse in a language she didn't recognize, much less understand. The new pony would be fine, and she seemed to have somepony to talk to now at least, so she excuses herself and makes off to busy herself taking stock of her supplies again. Getting a bit low on soap...
Post by: Maklak on April 11, 2012, 02:06:07 pm
(( It is the day after previous Indigo / Virtue talk, and “My Virtue” scene. ))
(( It is therefore months before Jaxler's arrest and conquest of the badger pony hill. ))
((Previous: Indigo talks with Glaive and Virtue: (http://www.bay12forums.com/smf/index.php?topic=96608.2295) and 14 Felsite 258 fort update. (http://www.bay12forums.com/smf/index.php?topic=96608.msg3114360;topicseen#msg3114360) Scenes Apology accepted (http://www.bay12forums.com/smf/index.php?topic=96608.msg3169517#msg3169517) and My Virtue (http://www.bay12forums.com/smf/index.php?topic=96608.msg3170592#msg3170592) are also of relevance. Note the difference in style between Indigo and Stiletto. Stiletto tries to befriend ponies, while Indigo relies on persuasion, manipulation and sometimes intimidation.))
(http://i1135.photobucket.com/albums/m638/bradshja/IndigoAvatar.jpg) (http://i198.photobucket.com/albums/aa176/Kryptid/VirtueAvatar.jpg) (http://i44.tinypic.com/11901v9.jpg)
Indigo wakes up, cleans, dresses, eats something fast and goes to find Partisan. It turns out, that there weren't any arrests recently, and Partisan wasn't informed about any warrants. They both go to see Virtue. Indigo knocks, then enters.
Virtue flinches mentally as Indigo enters her office, and doubly so when she sees Partisan enter. She knew exactly what this was about, and wasn't in a particular hurry to explain what had happened. She knew, he wasn't going to be happy about it. "Oh, hello Indigo, Partisan," she says, looking to each in turn.
“Hello Lady Virtue, why hasn't Stiletto been arrested yet? We filled the papers yesterday.”
She adjusts herself in her seat and considers what happened the day before. "She... well, before I can actually follow through with any charges I need to hear the testimonies. Since you don't hold a public position, you can't press charges for the damages. Right now the most I can do is make her pay for the chair, which she already has."
Indigo frowns “What was it about public position? Do you mean that only injured parties or government officials may press charges?” This law must be to prevent accusations based on hearsay. I doubt Virtue would make something like that up and it does make sense. So be it, I won't be able to get that burden off of Glaive.
She nods, prepared to fetch the law book to prove it to him if he so desired. "Yes, that's right."
“I just filled the paperwork. Glaive or Partisan or you can press charges. I'll go get the testimonies now.” Do I have to do everything by myself? Including Partisan's work? Maybe it is for the best, at least I can make sure, they don't sweep this under a rug.
"Alright then." As Indigo leaves, Virtue breathes a small sigh of relief. He hadn't jumped down her throat, like she feared he would, but somehow she doubted it would be much easier when he went to talk to Panacea.
Partisan follows Indigo as he leaves, preferring to hear any testimony for himself first hand. He was just a guardspony, not a judge, but it would help keep things simple. He wasn't happy about potentially having to arrest somepony in the militia, given the backlash there might be for it, but he was going to see to it, that justice was done. If Stiletto had caused property damage and potentially threatened somepony, she needed to pay the price.
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Indigo wants to get this over with quickly. He walks to the hospital first, and enters the building, with Partisan following him and greets the doctor “Hello Panacea.”
Panacea lets the two in, and her expression grows concerned as she sees Indigo's expression. Had he gotten himself into a bad situation again? "Indigo? You look bad, are you hurt?"
“No, I'm not hurt,” answers Indigo. “Stiletto is charged with assault, harassment and property damage in the hospital on 12 Felsite 258, and your testimony is needed to prove her guilty.”
"Property damage?" She looks over to the newly replaced chair. "She already came by and apologized for the disturbance, and replaced the damages."
“You mean disturbing peace in the hospital, and harassing a patient undergoing a medical procedure is alright, because she apologised? I thought you cared more about your patients not being hurt, molested or otherwise distressed, while in the hospital.”
Panacea is a little hurt at the accusation that she didn't care about her patients, but she manages to keep a straight face. "She didn't actually hurt anypony. Even when Glaive insulted her, she never hit him. And she told me, she was sorry. I assume she and Glaive have apologized to each other."
“Being sorry is not enough. Her behaviour was unacceptable, and her crime must be punished. You need to testify to make it clear, that harassing your patients can't be tolerated. Ponies should feel safe in the hospital. And even if he did insult her first, it was shortly after her lover broke his leg. I'm sure he was pretty angry about it, and she was the last pony he wanted to see. Plus he was just hurt, stressed, and rude. It was her, who crossed the line.” says Indigo, clearly annoyed.
(( I had an idea about Indigo lightly hitting her on the head, then apologising, Lion King style (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dZfGTL2PY3E), but decided not to go through with it. She is too much of a doormat to learn from it, and it is better not to give the impression, that her confession was forced or that he threatened her. Especially with Partisan present. ))
"He's the one who brought the chair up like a weapon," she explains. "She probably shouldn't have responded like she did..." She pauses for a moment, concerned about what her words might mean about Glaive now. "...but what about him? Is he going to be charged too?"
Indigo grows even more annoyed. “Like a weapon? Did he attack her with it? Throw it at her? Or did he just grab something to put it between them, when she started yelling at him? That monster can be pretty scary and Glaive is a soldier. Holding something to defend his life with must have been his natural reaction. And Glaive charged? With what? Being honest and telling the slut a few words of truth about her?” How can Panacea even take her side?! Unbelievable!
Panacea shrinks away from him at the tone of his voice. "Yes... I suppose he was probably just defending himself. I just didn't want him to be in trouble too..." The pegasus gives him a pleading expression and says, "...but Glaive started it when he provoked her. I admit things got out of hoof, but it's not entirely her fault. She isn't going to just attack ponies for no reason."
“Provoked her? Whatever he said, it was her, who caused any kind of damage.” Indigo sighs and turns to the silent pony in a corner. “What about you Wool? Will you testify?”
Wool looks up from the coffer, he was organizing, no longer able to feign as if he wasn't interested in the conversation. "Sorry, I, ah... wasn't around when it happened. I don't know any more than you do."
Indigo closes his eyes, sighs and after a pause says to Panacea “In any case, matters like this should be resolved and not swept under the rug. You were here when it happened, so your testimony is crucial. Let us get to Lady Virtue now, so you can tell her and Partisan your version of the story. You should do that anyway, and waiting will only make you more anxious about it. Let's go now, and it will be over for you in an hour. I'm sure you'll feel relieved afterwards.”
The three of them come to Virtue's office. Virtue and Panacea clearly don't like it, but the testimony is written down. Indigo does his best to remain calm and interferes only to get Panacea to tell as much details as possible, including the exact words, who touched the chair first, was it thrown against one of them, what else happened, what was it about exile, how it all ended and how did Stiletto compensate for the damage so far . Overall he manages to get a pretty accurate account of the events out of her. He also asks about Glaive's leg, how bad it is, and how long is it going to recover. He gives Virtue a meaningful look to where papers documenting Flux's release are kept and says, that it wouldn't be fair for Glaive to walk around in a cast, while those who did this to him walk free, and that insults and assault are crimes of quite a different magnitude. After all is said and written down, he thanks Panacea for doing her duty, and goes to fetch Glaive.
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Indigo is annoyed by this turn of events. He has to do everything by himself. Virtue was evasive as always, and Panacea is too nice and soft to do anything. She is great in caring about her patients, but unwilling or unable to defend them. At least Glaive has some backbone and agreed to play his part. Halberd's squad doesn't train in Felsite and Glaive still has his leg in a cast, so he probably wouldn't be training anyway. Indigo goes to Glaive's room an knocks.
Glaive, at the sound of a knock on his door, pulls his head out of the old text he'd been buried in. Turning his head to face the door he mutters "Door's open."
Indigo opens the door, comes in, and closes it. "Hello. I talked with Virtue and filled most of the paperwork. She insists that your confession is needed and that only injured party can press charges against Stiletto. Unfortunately she is only eligible for a month in prison and a small fine. So let's get this over with."
Glaive sighs and closes the book. "Indigo, I know you dislike Stiletto, and I don't like her either, but do we really need to push this? She yelled, I yelled back. She broke the chair, but no pony was hurt and she replaced it. Can't we just let it pass for now?"
DISLIKE?! "What? Why? We talked about it, and you agreed. Don't you understand, what it will mean if she gets out of this so easily?" Indigo was annoyed when he came here, but now can scarcely believe his own ears.
Glaive stands up. "I just don't want to be responsible for this feud escalating, if she were to do something like that again, I'd be more than willing to do something, but for now, I just kind of want to forget it ever happened."
"Forget and wait till she harms somepony? If you let this slide now, their audacity will only increase. Flux broke your leg, and Stiletto assaulted you, apart from all the other bad things she is doing to this town. Can't you see, this is an opportunity to teach her a lesson about consequences to her actions? I thought we had an agreement, I just don't get it. How can you stand for such an injustice?!"
"Flux hit me once, after I provoked him. Him breaking my leg, was purely bad luck, he never intended it and he was in tears afterwards. It is of no consequence. Stiletto's threats... perhaps you are right. She seems to be gathering a lot of influence, and I'll regret not speaking out if she gains to much. Very well, let us go see Lady Virtue." Glaive sighs, he isn't looking forward to this.
Indigo sighs with visible relief. "Thank you. I was beginning to feel, like I'm in a town of blind uncaring foals, who prefer to look the other way than face a problem." He looks at Glaive "One more thing, though. You aren't going to drop charges this time, are you? Sorry, but I have to ask. If you do, you may as well not go with me now. And remember, Stiletto deserves worse. This punishment is just to give her a taste of what's in stock for troublemakers and teach her, that she is not above the law."
"Yes, I understand. Don't worry, I won't drop them, not for her." promises Glaive.
"Oh, and about escalating a conflict in Dawnpick: It is going to escalate either way, or otherwise she will slowly corrupt the community. To use a metaphor, sometimes you have to cut out the rotten parts to save the healthy ones from disease." Despite Glaive's old age, Indigo feels, like if he was talking to a foal.
Glaive sighs again, "You are right of course Indigo. Let's get this over with." The two stallions walk towards the fortress keep and Virtue's office. Glaive knows, that this is right, but still feels uncomfortable. He tries to hid his uncertainty behind a shield of determination.
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((This part was supposed to be done as a scene between Virtue and Glaive, with Partisan and Indigo present, but it wasn't, so I'm just posting a short summary of what happened.))
Glaive presses the charges, he tells his account of what happened in the hospital, and says that Stiletto should be punished for it. He is a bit uncomfortable with it at first, but by the end he convinces himself, that it is right and is more sure of himself.
(( At this point the papers are in order, and it cannot be swept under a rug. Stiletto's testimony and the aftermath comes next. (Between Telgin and Tallpanzer.) Since our time zones conflict, assume that after doing what's right Indigo left the rest to the guard. He could want to come with them, but they may not want him around and he still has a lot to do that day. ))
(( If she is in prison, Indigo wants to make sure, that the procedures are followed. Visitors only during daytime, magic suppressors installed ASAP, she can't have some items, and whatever else inconveniences Telgin may come up with. I'm sure this would rub Kat, Flux and Glyph the wrong way. Stiletto too, but judging from her previous scenes, she sincerely believes that yelling at the hospital was wrong. ))
Post by: jaxler on April 11, 2012, 10:34:17 pm
Jaxler was in bed, he couldn't exactly fall asleep and had to put up with the rampant boredom of being chained to a bed. He looked up and noticed that Panacea had left the door to his hospital room open, and he saw an all to familiar pony walking into the building. Jaxler then said to quietly to himself "Awwww crap".
Post by: TALLPANZER on April 11, 2012, 10:41:46 pm
Enters the hospital with hopes of talking to Panacea. She spots Jaxler in a hospital bed, chained down. She trots over to him
"Oh dear, what happened to you Jaxler? More Badger ponies?"
Post by: jaxler on April 11, 2012, 10:46:45 pm
"No... there... weren't any thieves... Why exactly are you here anyway?"
Post by: TALLPANZER on April 11, 2012, 10:50:20 pm
"I came to see Panacea, we talk often. I can not help but see that you are tied down, why is that?"
Post by: jaxler on April 11, 2012, 10:51:23 pm
"A pony pissed me off so I put a dent in his face..."
Post by: TALLPANZER on April 11, 2012, 11:00:05 pm
"Again with the violent reaction. Jaxler why must you always strike first? It is not very useful."
Post by: jaxler on April 11, 2012, 11:11:13 pm
Jaxler replied with a hateful tone in his voice "Alicorn, you really shouldn't talk about things you don't know about... I was disrespected and had to show that I don't take that kind of crap from anypony."
Post by: TALLPANZER on April 12, 2012, 03:09:52 am
"Jaxler, that doesn't tell me what happened. It tells me you got mad and hit somepony. To tell the truth, I just would like to know if I can help."
Post by: jaxler on April 12, 2012, 08:11:05 am
"Considering that I hit partisan, I really doubt that you can do anything to help, alicorn"
Post by: TALLPANZER on April 12, 2012, 12:14:26 pm
Stiletto facehoofs, sighs and then looks about the hospital to see if Partisan is in here. When she finds he is not in one of the beds with a skull fracture she turns back to Jaxler
"So, what do you plan to do when you are free again?"
Post by: jaxler on April 12, 2012, 12:25:52 pm
"Go on a month long drinking binge, and after that I honestly don't know what the buck I'm going to do seeing how the bruise on Partisan's face was a resignation letter. Also, WHY the buck do you care about my personal life?"
Post by: TALLPANZER on April 12, 2012, 05:59:49 pm
"I should think that it would be quiet obvious by now that I care about every pony in Dawnpick. Maybe you never really wanted to be a guard, I remember you saying you where drafted. What did you plan to do before that?"
Post by: jaxler on April 12, 2012, 06:06:35 pm
"I hate it when ponies worry about me. ALSO, don't you DARE imply that didn't care about my job as guard!"
Post by: TALLPANZER on April 12, 2012, 06:20:40 pm
"You are not the one I am worried about. You also should have given more thought to my question then trying to find insults in my speech. I have gotten much better, but Mid pony is still my second language."
Post by: jaxler on April 12, 2012, 06:27:33 pm
"Yeah, and my first language is dead. Also What the hell do you mean by 'you are not the one I am worried about' alicorn?"
Post by: TALLPANZER on April 12, 2012, 07:29:14 pm
"Why should I answer your question when you refuse to answer mine?"
Post by: jaxler on April 12, 2012, 07:39:08 pm
"I was a woodworker before I got drafted... why the hell does that matter?"
Post by: TALLPANZER on April 12, 2012, 07:58:48 pm
"It matters because it might be an option again. Did you enjoy it?"
Post by: jaxler on April 12, 2012, 08:13:32 pm
"I really don't enjoy many things, and I sure as hell haven't found a job that makes me feel 'fulfilled'... Why the hell haven't you answered my question yet?"
Post by: TALLPANZER on April 12, 2012, 08:50:24 pm
"Because we seem to be playing question for a question, but I will be fair. I was concerned for the other ponies your mood would effect, like Granite and Flux. I think they would prefer to see you happy. Maybe you should give farming a try. You will help to produce the boozes you do so enjoy drinking and your endurance will help you greatly."
Post by: jaxler on April 12, 2012, 09:02:52 pm
"Why would I want to spend my life doing something as mundane and repetitive as farming. If I was to waste my life doing a mindless job I might as well go back to woodworking, at least I could make a decent amount of bits doing that."
Post by: TALLPANZER on April 12, 2012, 11:58:59 pm
"Is it your passion? Every pony needs to find something they enjoy working on. Like how I am mechanic when I can be."
Post by: jaxler on April 13, 2012, 12:15:15 am
"My passion? What the hell makes you think that I have a passion. I've lived 73 years and haven't done a single job that has filled my soul with something as fictional as passion"
Post by: TALLPANZER on April 13, 2012, 12:30:29 am
"Oh, Jaxler, that is very sad to hear. In my 74 years I have found many passions to excel at. What are some of your hobbies?"
Post by: Dsarker on April 13, 2012, 08:42:15 am
Dear Diary
This is my first diary and I am writing it because Mrs Falcata says it’s important to make sure that you write down what happens because otherwise you don’t remember what happens and then everypony gets confused because one pony thinks it’s Monday and the other pony thinks it’s Thursday and then everypony gets into an argument and then has to compromise and say it is Saturday which is silly because then the dates get all confused and then nopony remembers what month it is and the calendars are all wrong and then everypony has to throw them out and then ponies get mad because calendars cost money and not everypony can afford two calendars in one year and it’s a luxury that we at Dawnpick (that’s where I live and mister Glaive says it’s in the Plane of Forever and that it’s too far away from most places for ponies to go to and that means that we don’t have to worry about having to share with other ponies so there is always enough to go around with the ponies here and that means that everypony can afford even five calendars in one year but I don’t know how much a calendar cost so I didn’t ask anymore so I decided to fly around in circles until I felt dizzy (that’s how I got my name Dizzy because I like flying around until I’m dizzy and almost-dad calls me Friesdizzy which is silly because my name is Friesden or Dizzy and it can’t be both because then it would be Friesdendizzy or Dizzyfriesden and they sound silly (even sillier than the other foals except for Granite he’s a serious foal and he drinks and he works and he steals and now he plays the lute and everypony says he stole the lute (except the adults and everypony knows adults are silly and say things that aren’t true like Celestia and Luna and silly things like that and everypony knows that it’s Lord Kashez and Lady Kat who are the gods and they’re the nicest gods ever and mister Glaive says they’re the best gods too and so does Mrs Falcata) but he says he didn’t that mister Flux gave it to him and mister Flux and mister Jaxler are teaching him how to make music and be a good pony and not steal anymore which is good because Mrs Virtue says stealing is wrong and so does mister Glaive and Mrs Falcata and all the other adults and they said Jaxler was a bad pony because he stole but he’s a nice pony and he doesn’t like me touching his crossbow so I don’t touch it but I think he’s a really nice pony almost as nice as mister Glaive and Mrs Falcata but he doesn’t tell stories like they do so he’s not as nice but he likes bunnies too and that makes him nice and he’s a nice pony and nice ponies aren’t bad ponies so he’s not a bad pony) and silly names aren’t as good as bunnies because bunnies are cute and fuzzy and they hop around saying meow all the time (but they don’t say meow but I don’t know what bunnies say because scary lady and almost-dad don’t want me to have a bunny until I do all my jobs and I don’t remember all my jobs and he says that I’m a nice pony and a nice little Friesdizzy but I’m not ready for a pet bunny yet so I don’t have one and I can’t wait till I can get one because they’re the nicest!) and being cute and happy together and I’m a bunny too and I hop around all day saying “Meow!” to the other ponies and that’s bunny speak for “Hello!” and I make sure to tell the other ponies what it means in bunny speak because otherwise that would be mean and bunnies aren’t mean and then I wouldn’t be a bunny and then I don’t know what I’d be because I’m a bunny and I don’t know what else but I’m sure mister Glaive and Mrs Falcata would be nice and help me find out what I was because they’re nice ponies and they tell me all these nice stories and they all have happy endings because the ponies in them are nice and good and they don’t be mean or bad like the bad ponies and mister Glaive calls them diomedians and so does Mrs Falcata and mister Glaive says he had to keep the nice ponies safe from the other bad ponies that’s why he has his scars which he says make him look ugly but he’s a nice pony so he doesn’t look ugly he looks like the nice ponies in mister Glaive’s stories and the stallions and the colts are always handsome and the mares and fillies are always beautiful and Mrs Falcata says I’m one of the most beautiful fillies she’s ever laid eyes on so I must be a nice pony so mister Glaive is handsome too because he’s a nice pony so he isn’t ugly) have but not everypony has them so they have to have diaries instead because otherwise they get confused and that’s bad because then they have arguments and fights and I don’t like the arguments because Dad and Mum never argued because they were nice to each other and can’t everypony be nice to each other because then there’d be no bad ponies and everypony would be happy and Mrs Falcata said that some ponies don’t know how to be nice to each other or don’t want to and I don’t know why anypony wouldn’t want to be nice and I said I didn’t know why they wouldn’t want to be nice and she said that some ponies don’t know how to be nice to themselves or each other and I asked them why we couldn’t teach them how and she said that they don’t want to learn how and I understood because I didn’t want to learn how to fly because I liked Dad carrying me around everywhere but then I learned to fly and then I found this great new game that I told you about which is flying around in circles till I felt dizzy and it’s so fun and you should try it but you don’t have wings and Mrs Falcata said that diaries aren’t good to play games with so maybe you shouldn’t because then you might get hurt and Mrs Falcata says you get hurt easily so we shouldn’t play games together but it doesn’t matter because I can just tell you what happens so you don’t have to get hurt playing the games but you learn how fun they are without getting hurt.
Post by: jaxler on April 13, 2012, 09:51:11 am
"I don't need or want your pity, and the only 'hobby' I have is drinking"
Post by: Powder Miner on April 13, 2012, 05:36:56 pm
"Zleh sal? Zeu yekjal je zleh sal?!" Powder Miner was getting a bit frantic. He understood this to mean that something had happened to the ancestral clan city where Oil Macepony and earlier he had lived.
((The city? What happened to the city?!)
"...Zleh Diomedians." Oil Macepony drooped a bit.
((...The Diomedians.))
"DIOMEDIANS?" Powder Miner couldn't believe it. They'd done it. The Diomedians had attacked the clan city. He turned to Panacea because he may have startled her with that. "I meant my old home, the clanland city... ... ... the Diomedians attacked it, is what she's saying... she's... she's my lover, from the clan city... I... I need to think."
Post by: Telgin on April 13, 2012, 05:58:00 pm
Panacea had certainly renewed her interest after hearing the word diomedians. She turns to face the two and gives him a concerned look. "I... I'm sorry to hear that. Do you want some alone time?" She glances to Oil Macepony. "She's going to be fine, her injuries weren't too serious."
Post by: Maklak on April 14, 2012, 05:37:32 am
((I wanted to wait for the conclusion of Stiletto being accused by Glaive, but this scene has little relevance with that, so I might as well get it out of the way.))
(http://i1135.photobucket.com/albums/m638/bradshja/IndigoAvatar.jpg) (http://i1135.photobucket.com/albums/m638/bradshja/VirtueAvatar.jpg)
Indigo has easy access to planned constructions as a mason. What he saw was unbelievable. He confirmed it with Mortar and decided to go see Virtue immediately. He knocks, and walk into her office, visibly angry. "Hello, Lady Virtue. It seems, you have made a big mistake."
Virtue flinches at the expression on his face and the accusation he was making. Was this going to become routine? Today was already turning into one of those days, where she wanted to go lock herself in her room and pretend, she was ill. Maybe she would be shortly, regardless. "A... mistake? What do you mean?" she cautiously asks.
Upon seeing her expression, he closes his eyes, calms down a bit, then begins. "Sorry. I know, this is no way to talk to a superior." He sighs. "Stiletto is building a mansion on a hill overlooking Dawnpick. Don't you see any problem with that?"
She cocks her head. "I'm concerned for her safety outside the walls, but is there something else I should know? Another problem?"
"Saftey? No, she can and will defend herself." he frowns. Besides there is some kind of shack to the south. I it is probably a hunter's lounge, and nopony lives there, but there weren't any problems with it being outside the walls so far. "Anyway, are the funds for the mansion coming from Dawnpick's treasury?"
So that's what this was about. Well, looks like she might get off a bit easier than she expected. "No, no, of course not. She's paying for it herself. Apparently her family is quite wealthy and sent her the money for it."
Ah... so this will at least improve the trade with caravans. "Good, but have you even seen the plans for how big this thing is? You must have. It is obviously above her station. A mansion on a hill overlooking the town is going to give the impression, that she is the ruler and owner of Dawnpick. Doesn't this bother you? Or what the Crown will think about it, when the liaison looks at the mansion and presents his report? She is a stranger among us, and holds no position of authority."
"It doesn't bother me, no," she replies, trying to digest the rest of what he said. "It might be above her station, as you put it, but if she has the money for it, I don't see why titles should keep her from having it. She might not be able to do something like this in Coupledye, but the laws governing the allocation of land and restrictions based on position in these lands fall to me." She shrugs slightly. "If she can afford it and wants it, I don't see why she shouldn't have it. I'd do the same for you or anypony else here."
"Look around you. Her influence over this town grows. If this continues, soon she will be the de-facto ruler." She is keeping her side. Why am I not surprised.
"She wants a nice house, that she can afford and has a number of friends, but she's not trying to be the ruler of anypony," Virtue replies. Why couldn't Indigo just see that? She wasn't perfect. Nopony was, but she wasn't trying to steal leadership from Virtue. She'd never do that.
At the very least she and her friends will move outside the wall. "Fine, not my decision. But I won't put my hoof nor horn to the construction of this outward representation of her... her immoderation, to put it lightly. I can do other things around the camp, but not this. Oh, one more thing, I've heard, she told the soldiers to help her kill some pony badgers on that hill, so we can get more wood. She never mentioned, it was for her mansion. I wonder, what she'll do if something else stands in her way to whatever she wants at the moment. Don't you? Is the militia her personal guard now? And when I said, that she should be exiled, I didn't mean it that way."
((Telgin: don't even bother disabling his masonry in-game during the construction of her new house, this is just for RP.))
Virtue considers what he just told her. Clearing the hills to allow Ashwood and the other woodcutters to work without fear was a good thing of course, but it did seem a bit strange for her not to mention to anypony what else she had planned. "She's not going to hurt or undercut anypony, Indigo." She lets out a weak sigh. "Naginata is still her superior in the militia. Nothing is going to change about that. And Stiletto hasn't done anything to be exiled for." She lets out another sigh. "But if you feel this strongly about it... I won't ask you to help build it. There is still some work that can be done with the walls here."
Indigo looks at her expression, then speaks in calmer voice. “Whenever I talk to you about her, I'm under the impression, that you think, that me pointing out the problems with her is more of a bother, than whatever outrageous thing she does at the moment. Why is this?”
She looks down briefly, and in a low voice replies, "Indigo... it's not that I think that you or your concerns are a bother. If you're upset, I do care." She returns her gaze to him. "It's just that... I thought all of this was behind us. About her, that is." Her expression grows a bit weary. "I'm just trying to mitigate the conflict as much as I can..." Perhaps she was doing a poor job of that, and maybe it wasn't her place to try to quell the arguing between them, but she couldn't just sit there and watch it grow worse without trying to help. Not that Indigo likely saw her attempts as being much 'help.'
I understand. I'm sorry that I can't make you see things my way and that I'm putting you through so much stress. I just... believe in facing problems more, then trying to diffuse them. And it in definitely not behind us, her obscenity only grows. “I'll go back to work now.” I'll get no help here. Indigo nods and slowly leaves Virtue's office. He feels, as if he was pushing against an unmoveable object the whole day and looks older and tired. He gets through the rest of his shift, and goes back to sleep early.
As Indigo leaves, Virtue places a hoof to her forehead, shuts her eyes and slowly shakes her head. This stress was going to kill her. She didn't want to upset Indigo any more, and she did genuinely care that he was upset. But at the same time Stiletto's new home didn't bother her and she couldn't bring herself to tell her that she couldn't have it because she wasn't important enough. She stands and goes to lock the door to her office. Normally she wouldn't leave for the day for another half hour, but she needed to lie down for a little while and try to forget all of this.
Post by: Omicega on April 14, 2012, 07:31:09 am
Post by: TALLPANZER on April 14, 2012, 09:59:39 am
(http://i1135.photobucket.com/albums/m638/bradshja/JaxlerAvatar-1.jpg)
"I don't need or want your pity, and the only 'hobby' I have is drinking"
(http://i1135.photobucket.com/albums/m638/bradshja/StilettoAvatar.jpg)
Stiletto sighs and rolls her eyes
"What about animal trapping? Would that interest you? Setting cages to catch all types of wild life?"
Post by: vkiNm on April 14, 2012, 11:09:39 am
Post by: Powder Miner on April 14, 2012, 01:10:11 pm
"...Y-y-yes. We would."
((Scene.))
Post by: jaxler on April 14, 2012, 01:39:02 pm
"You know what, I don't think your even going to come close to thinking of a decent job for me, seeing how every single job you've suggested have all been useless boring wastes of time. And Why the buck are you even trying to help me? I'm pretty confident that by now your aware that I really don't like you."
Post by: TALLPANZER on April 15, 2012, 02:29:18 am
"If do not wish to talk to me I shall just leave."
Stiletto goes to talk to Panacea, as that was who she came here to meet in the first place.
Post by: Maklak on April 15, 2012, 06:51:24 am
I uploaded some more stonesense pictures to my deviantart profile. (http://tbaransk.deviantart.com/gallery/35797512)
Overwiev:
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Skills:
Lets start with our ponies, and their skills. They go from 0 for Dabbling to 20 for Legendary+5. An actual 0 as opposed to empty space means the pony has some XP in that skill, but not enough to make it to Novice. Blue square means the labour is enabled. Much to my surprise skills seem to actually decrease over time and leak XP. I thought they were just going rusty and then very rusty, which gives a penalty.
Civilian:
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Labour recommendations for Telgin:
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Social and Miliraty:
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Next, military ponies.
Their squads with equipment (Unicorns have shields as well, and Falcata has an extra mail shirt.):
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Active squads:
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Training schedules:
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Advice for Telgin:
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Fortress wealth.
The z-screen
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Fortress wealth
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Notes and suggestions.
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!Fighting Stiletto!
Tallpanzer said, Stiletto is much more dangerous than any other soldier, and could solo the fort. Looking at her skills and stats, I found that hard to believe, so I decided to test this hypothesis.
Method:
I used Runesmith to enable Active Invader flag and change her home civilisation.
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First attempt: She killed a few ponies, escaped, and was flying over the hill. I ordered all squads to kill her, soldiers caught up with her one by one and they died quickly. I stopped the experiment after a while, with both Stiletto and a few soldiers left. I didn't change her home civilisation, so a loyalty cascade started.
Second attempt: I immediately ordered all squads to kill her. Oddly enough, Indigo scored the killing shot to her head, and killed Naginata too. Skill-wise this is very improbable, but DF is so random. This was followed by loyalty cascade, because I didn't change Stitello's home civilisation again.
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Third attempt: I changed her civilisation to avoid loyalty cascade. I order the military to kill her. She kills 8 ponies before being shot in the head with masterwork honey badger bone bolt. No loyalty cascade this time, so changing her civilisation helped.
Fourth attempt: Changed civilisation number, didn't order soldiers to kill her, and just let her roam. She got beaten up by Naginata and 2 or 3 other soldiers, escaped outside wounded, and was chased around by Verdant Flash, a Vulture and a dog. She is also shot at with one or two bolts. She spends most of her time wounded or in pain, but manages to escape outside the walls. Her armour protects her from any stray shots.
Fifth attempt: Changed civilisation number, military ordered to attack. She escapes the barracks, then Dawnpick and fights the soldiers on the hill, flying over ponds and drowning Kukri. This tactics turns against her when marksponies arrive. She drops unconscious into the middle of the biggest lake and starts to drown, while marksponies continue to shoot bolts at her. After a while she emerges from the lake, escapes north and drops unconscious. This is outside the crossbow range, but she is attacked by Zearoth and Storm Cloud. Rondel and Glaive join the frey. They continue to hit her, but her armour holds. Meanwhile Balsa goes berserk inside the camp, and a lot of ponies are miserable. Glyph and Indigo join the crowd beating at unconscious Stiletto. She wakes up, runs around a bit and drops to the ground again. The soldiers come and go. Glaive finally puts her down with his axe. 9 ponies died this time.
Control attempt: Naginata is turned into invader from another civilisation and allowed to roam. She hurts Grapple, is beaten up by Stiletto, and collapses outside barracks, while being beaten up by Verdant Flash, rhesus macaque and a dog. Partisan joins the crowd. Naginata wakes up, and runs, but Storm Cloud fires bolt after bolt at her. Finally Naginata dies by one of those masterwork bone bolts.
Second control attempt: Naginata is turned into an invader from another civ and the military told to kill her. Stiletto does so quickly with a kick to the head.
Conclusion:
Stiletto is very dangerous, and flies around a lot, but can't quite solo the fort, especially when ganked. She regenerates her wounds freakishly fast. Red and yellow ones just disappear on her. She kills single soldiers of similar skill quickly. The only things that can bring her down, are:
a) Lucky shots to the head. In all tests, if she died at all, it was by brain damage.
b) When a crowd of ponies surrounds her, she gets tired and collapses to the ground. This gives them some time to beat up on her. After a moment she wakes up, runs away and collapses again. This can repeat many times.
c) Crossbows are freaking machine-guns. Even bone bolts can pierce steel, and Storm Cloud put her down in at least two tests.
Telgin, I suggest that you give Stiletto 2 steel caps and some hoods, cloaks and a robe. As long as her head is protected, she's fine.
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Post by: Kryptid on April 15, 2012, 12:25:41 pm
Nice to see where Sarissa stands relative to the others.
Post by: Maklak on April 15, 2012, 01:59:46 pm
((Telgin wants to post an update today, and agreed on this as an element for character development for Virtue, so I'm posting it now.))
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Post by: Telgin on April 15, 2012, 06:41:51 pm
(http://i1135.photobucket.com/albums/m638/bradshja/StilettoAvatar.jpg) and (http://i198.photobucket.com/albums/aa176/Kryptid/VirtueAvatar.jpg)
Virtue is busy reading over the testimonies from Glaive and Panacea as she waits for Stiletto to come speak with her about the fiasco. She already had a pretty good idea of what she was going to do, and was now trying to work out how to bes be diplomatic about it all...
Stiletto enters Virtue's office, this was beginning to become a recurring event, "Hello Lady Virtue, you need to talk to me?"
"Yes, come in," she says with a weary tone in her voice. She pushes the testimonies aside. "Did anypony tell you what this is about?"
Stiletto shakes her head "No, but if I had to guess, I would say it is about the pony that has a grudge against me."
"Yes... that's right," she responds, motioning for Stiletto to take a seat. "He's gone and collected some testimonies..." she continues, intentionally skipping over the names, "...and is pushing for as severe a penalty as there can be for the damages..."
Stiletto tilts her head "Who exactly is pressing charges, he had better not have harassed other ponies into fulfilling his personal vendetta."
Virtue looks away, no longer able to skim over the details and keep other ponies out of this. "He convinced Glaive to press charges... he also asked Panacea to tell her side of the story. She didn't want to press charges herself, but she did tell me all of what happened."
Stiletto close her eyes "I see. This is just a little out of line do you not think? Are citizens normally subject to this level of personal attack?"
Virtue shakes her head. "It does seem a bit excessive to me... but there's little I can do about it. Now that charges have been filed, I have to do my job," she says in a low voice.
Stiletto raises her head and nods "I would one thing first, who are the charges filed with?"
"That would be me," she replies, tapping a small stack of papers on her desk.
Stiletto nods "So this will be fully your decisions, with no over sight into your actions? I ask for clerical purposes only."
Virtue nods in turn. "That's right. It's just me... and the law," she says, making a small motion toward the dusty tome next to her.
Stiletto sighs "Do you think it will end with this? Will he leave you alone after this?"
Virtue is silent for a moment. "I... don't know. I dearly hope so." She looks up. "I hope he leaves you alone as well."
Stiletto stands ready "Then I will accept your judgment. What ever it may be."
Virtue lets out a drawn out breath. "Alright." She picks up a paper and pretends to read it carefully. "Indigo pushed for jail time, which I am permitted to sentence you for... but it seems quite excessive. He also pressed for the largest fine possible, which was several thousand bits." She gives Stiletto a weak smile. "But that's also excessive..."
"Since you've already replaced the chair and apologized... I'm only going to give you the minimum fine." She pauses for a moment, verifying the numbers. "That works out to six hundred bits. It's... the least that I can assess."
Stiletto reteaches into he saddle bag and produces one gold dragon that she places on the table "There."
Virtue gives her a slightly confused look. "Thank you, but that's a bit more than the fine..."
Stiletto looks to the side "Consider it a donation on behalf of the Deutschmeiner nationhood. I will need no more then a note of recondition." *Coughs* "I also do not have anything smaller on me right now." She looks at the ground
Virtue nods and gives her a small smile. "Thank you. Perhaps we can put this behind us now... and it would probably be best not to tell Indigo that I lowered the fine." She sighs. "I'm sure he will question things when you're not jailed."
Stiletto stands at attention "He might be deterred from further harassment if I was at your door."
Virtue shakes her head slowly. "I'm sure that would be effective... but I fear it would just agitate him secretly... and he may do worse then." She smiles. "But I do appreciate you looking out for me."
Stiletto nods "I would once again like to offer my serves as a royal guard, to your person Lady Virtue."
Virtue continues to smile. "Again, I fear that might stir up trouble..." She reflects that so far such a thing would be unnecessary, and hopes it continues to stay that way. "Fortunately, I don't think I am in any physical danger. If that changes... well, you'll be one of the first that I speak to."
Stiletto shuffles her hooves. "I worry about you Lady Virtue, I am sorry, but I do. Please come to me, for any help you might need, with anything."
Virtue gives her a single nod. "Thank you Stiletto. I really appreciate your thoughts. If you're going to be alright after this, then so will I."
Stiletto closes her eyes and sighs "If it will bring an end to the harassment. I have nothing against this troubled individual, but from now on he had better leave me and my liebt in peace." She turns to leave
Virtue watches as Stiletto moves to leave. "I hope this will be the end of it all too. I think maybe it finally will be."
Post by: Telgin on April 15, 2012, 09:38:26 pm
Virtue's Diary - 16th Obsidian, 258
Stabbing in the dark with the date on this one.
Indigo came to me again today complaining about Stiletto. He's concerned now that the mansion she wants to build out on the hills is going to send the wrong message to everypony, and that she is trying to subvert power from me somehow. I suppose that outsiders might wonder what the mansion is doing out there and if the leader of Dawnpick really lives in it, but it doesn't bother me overly. I'm more worried about her safety outside of the walls. She is an accomplished fighter, so I suppose she can take care of her self at least.
I dearly hope that this business with Indigo and Stiletto will be behind us soon. I'm getting nervous just seeing Indigo sometimes these days, and I worry that this will boil over into outright fighting if it gets much worse. Please... please... let this be the end of this.
23rd Felsite, 259
Today has been one of those days. I seem to be having a lot of them lately.
For reasons that I'd rather not record, Jaxler was dismissed from the guard today. Given what happened, I think it's a blessing that's all he got. I think Partisan may be a bit like myself, and he didn't want to push things any more than was necessary. I'll say that Jaxler was relieved from duty, but won't be spending time in jail or suffering any other punishment.
For now I'm not sure what we'll do with him, but maybe he'll be willing to go back to woodcrafting. We'll have to find somepony else to replace him.
Normally I wouldn't really bother, but I was reminded today how important the guard is. Two diamond dogs tried to steal from us today, but Kat caught them in the act. Partisan tells me she managed to slay one, while the other escaped.
She shot up all of her ammo then crushed his skull with a single swipe of her crossbow.
(http://i1135.photobucket.com/albums/m638/bradshja/95.png)
8th Hematite, 259
Now that we've planted some longland grass, we needed a way to mill it. I considered a hoofpowered mill, but after speaking with the mechanics they told me we could set up a mechanical one without too much difficulty and which would get the job done a lot faster. I expected them to suggest hooking it up to the water wheels, but instead they suggested building a windmill outside of the walls but inside the moat. I trust their judgment.
The water wheel is malfunctioning, so I didn't use it. The water level is too high underneath the wheels I think, since it only runs for a few seconds before shutting off. I'll try to fix that at some point...
We also finished expanding the dining hall. It's not quite as crowded as it was before, but we could possibly use more room still. I'm considering adding a second floor, which would expand the dining hall considerably.
20th Hematite, 259
I feel ill.
We've still been working at relocating the southern wall to square off the encampment, but while removing part of the unnecessary fishing pier, it collapsed and badly hurt two ponies. Cross Stitch and Amber are both in the hospital now, and Panacea is unsure of their prognosis. Both of the unicorns had their horns broken off in the fall, while Cross Stitch broke two legs and Amber three. I'm not a unicorn, but I can only imagine what it must feel like to lose something like magic, after having it your whole life.
It might not be my fault directly, but if we'd left the walls alone nopony would have been hurt. Why did I order it? The walls weren't bothering anypony by being uneven. And now two ponies are in the hospital, and may not live.
(http://i1135.photobucket.com/albums/m638/bradshja/96.png)
First two ponies in the hospital in forever. Time for Panacea to knock some of that rust off of her diagnosing and for Wool to put his flank into gear.
I'm going to go see Panacea now and find out if anything has changed. I'm also going to ask her for something for the nausea. I feel absolutely terrible.
Should have seen it coming. Actually, I did. I was watching them deconstruct part of the pier overhang, and was thinking, “Hey, that's going to cause a-” “A section of the cavern has collapsed!” I'm thankful nopony died at least.
28th Hematite, 259
I spoke with Panacea about our injured, who she seems to have stabilized, thank goodness, and she told me something unsettling. Amber has a compound fracture in one of her legs, and Panacea needs a traction bench to immobilize it. I feel horrible all over again. There has been a work order for a traction bench in my office for six years now, and I kept forgetting about it or shuffling it under trivialities like making steel.
I immediately went and ordered one to be built. I can't believe my negligence. If I had paid a shred more attention to the important things, Amber wouldn't have to wait a day or more to get the treatment she needs.
I think I'm going to have to see Panacea again about something for my nerves. I feel awful, and I deserve it.
10th Malachite, 259
Something interesting happened today, and thankfully nothing sad. We had a lone pegasus mare show up at the gates today, claiming she had moved here from Coupledye. We haven't had any migrants in a while, so I took a little time to talk to her. Turns out her name is Bubbles, and she was a lye maker in Coupledye. We don't have a lot of need for lye makers here (Detergent does all we need), but I'm sure we'll find something for her to do.
Turned migrants back on by player request. Got junk, as expected. :)
14th Malachite, 259
Purple Prose is six today, and that makes her officially a mare. We had a little celebration for her, and she started her first day of work this afternoon. We've had a bit of a shortage of labor at the furnaces, and she expressed a little interest in it, so she's trying that out. I hope it's to her liking.
We also had a diamond dog try to steal from the armory of all places this morning. He just made it through the door when he ran into Naginata and Falcata. I don't think I need to elaborate on what happened.
15th Malachite, 259
Based on what the miners tell me, yet another monster must have turned up in the caverns today. Thankfully our fortifications down there seem to be holding, so we don't need to fear it, at least for now.
(http://i1135.photobucket.com/albums/m638/bradshja/97.png)
The mechanics also tell me that the windmill we set up isn't generating enough power for our longland grass mill, so I had to organize the construction of a second one. Hopefully that will be enough.
(http://i1135.photobucket.com/albums/m638/bradshja/98.png)
16th Galena, 259
The zebras arrived today, a caravan and a representative from their government as usual. I was out by the moat inspecting things when I saw the caravan arrive. I headed inside to greet them when I ran into a diamond dog. I was nearly scared out of my skin when I first saw it, but the caravan guards dealt with him. I was right there when the fight happened, and I don't think I'll sleep well tonight after witnessing that.
Instead of speaking with the traders right away I talked with their diplomat first so he could be on his way. There wasn't a lot to discuss, as usual, but I was even less talkative than normal after that.
21st Galena, 259
I finished trading with the zebras today. As has been fairly routine these last few years, we traded them a lot of Skillet's finest work for some exotic food and drink, a lot of leather, and some other supplies for the hospital like cloth and thread. Cross Stitch and Amber are still recovering, and I don't want to hold that up any over lack of supplies.
While I was carrying some of the things to the hospital, I noticed Falcata occupying one of the craftshops and Glaive standing near her worriedly. When I asked what was wrong, he told me she had wandered over there like so many other ponies have over the years. After she set off to find things to work with, with a smile on her face, I tried to reassure him that she would be fine like all of the others, and left to take the supplies to Panacea.
24th Galena, 259
Some badger pony thieves showed up today, but thankfully there was little consequence. One tried to attack Midnight at the gates, but one of the traps slew him. Partisan drove a second away with some ineffective shooting, but at least the monster left.
I'm not worried about the thieves though. I'm worried about Amber. After I spoke with Panacea, she told me that Amber has contracted a rather bad infection and is having a hard time fighting it off. She still thinks she's going to be alright, but I could tell from her voice that she wasn't so sure. I thought the poor mare was going to be fine. Now, I just don't know.
She's faint from bloodloss, which is how infections cause damage. Not a good sign, she has infections in all of her legs.
27th Galena, 259
As I was walking through the center of town today, I noticed Falcata proudly carrying a harp back to her and Glaive's room. When I asked the two about it, they reminded me of the strange mood she had experienced, and the beautiful harp was her work. I congratulated her on the fabulous work and let the two do with it as they pleased.
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19th Limestone, 259
I have mixed feelings on things today, but mostly bad.
First, the good news. Cross Stitch will be fine. He left he hospital with a few casts and will recover, aside from being missing his horn.
What absolutely tears my heart out is Amber. She has gotten steadily worse every day, and today she looked to be on death's door. When I went to visit her today, I found all of her family there, holding each other and crying. I thought Amber must have passed on already, but Panacea pulled me aside and gave me the report.
Amber has a terrible fever from the infection, and has been hallucinating from it. I watched Amber mumbling to herself and shivering weakly under her blankets, and I joined the family in grieving the inevitable. After I managed to collect myself a bit, I talked to Panacea a bit more, and she assured me that there is nothing that can be done.
I offered all of Dawnpick's treasury to save her life, if there was something the caravans could bring, but Panacea simply shook her head and broke into sniffling herself. She told me that there was no way anypony could get out here fast enough, and there was little that could be done even with all of the money in the world.
Amber is going to die. There is nothing that can be done to save her life. She is barely a mare, and now she is going to die. If only I hadn't ordered the walls to be “fixed”, as if there was something wrong with them in the first place. She wouldn't even be hurt. But now she is going to die.
Perhaps I shouldn't be so selfish, as if this only hurts me. Her family was all but inconsolable, and Panacea was little better. She's never lost a patient in Dawnpick. Brook and Barley were killed before she even had a chance to tend to them, but she's had to watch Amber grow worse and worse, and now she is going to have to watch her die.
I didn't just feel sick today. I am sick. I've spent all the rest of the day locked up in the keep, and I've thrown up several times. I can't go see Panacea about it. I can't see Amber again.
By all that is still good in this world, how am I going to stand burying her?
She's pale from the blood loss now. Usually fatal from infections.
24th Limestone, 259
As horrible as I've felt the last few days, I must say that I don't think I've ever felt so much relief in my life as I have today. I finally gathered the courage to leave the keep, and I saw Panacea out by the well. She was almost beaming when she saw me, and told me that by some miracle Amber has started fighting off the infection. She's a long way from better, and she assured me that it's too soon to be sure she'll live, but she has a fighting chance now.
Someway, somehow, she's getting better. I'm happy, but not as happy as Virtue!
That put me in a much better mood when I also found out we had three new arrivals in Dawnpick today. The first two were a new couple, a pegasus mare named Kusari, who used to be a soldier, and an earth pony fish cleaner named Briney Deep. Kusari will probably be joining the militia, but I'm not quite sure what to do with Briney Deep yet. I'm sure we'll figure something out.
I was quite surprised when I learned who our third new arrival was. When I saw him, I thought he looked familiar, being a brown unicorn with one of the most impressive beards I've ever seen. After speaking with him, it became clear that he was related to Glaive, and he told me that he was Glaive's father! Fauchard, he said his name was.
I'm sure Glaive will be excited to learn that his father is here!
9th Timber, 259
I've made some mistakes here in Dawnpick, but I think I've made a few steps toward remedying them. The first is that we finished the construction of a proper chapel to our gods. We don't have a priest to lead any services, but at least anypony who wants to pray now has a proper place to do it. I think the gold statues might be a bit overboard, but I didn't want to spare any expense in fixing my mistake of making it look like I favored Grapple over everypony else.
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I've also sent the order out to start culling our orchard a bit. We've got more than enough fruit trees, and less wood than we need, so this will fix two problems with one stroke.
They started pumping out saplings, and now I'm turning into wood to reduce the treesplosion.
16th Timber, 259
Today has to be one of the best days I've seen in Dawnpick. Well, considering what happened to cause it maybe not so much, but to see Amber better is all I could have possibly asked for.
I heard that Ocean Breeze gave birth today to a pegasus colt that the family named Cross Breeze, and when I went to see the family I saw Amber up on her hooves and talking. She's still very weak, and she's going to have to learn to live without her horn, but she's going to live, and Panacea told her she could go back to be with her family now to finish recovering. I wanted to give her the biggest hug I could, but at the risk of hurting her more I just gave her a gentle hug and gave the bigger hug to Panacea for seeing her through all of this. I don't think a more devoted doctor exists in all of the world. We owe so much to that pegasus.
The happiness of the new little foal joining us and Amber recovering completely eclipses the fact that we had another attack from the badger ponies today. As usual, they accomplished little, and the guard drove them off. From what Partisan tells me, Halberd took the first down with a single stroke of his axe while he and Kat finished the second. Kat emptied her quiver into the thief, while he put it out of its misery with a shot to the head.
I don't even care. Amber is better!
16th Opal, 259
After Arbalest came back to his senses, more or less, I thought he would be free to live his life mostly normally. Today though, he was caught up in a strange mood and has gone off to claim a workshop. I took a minute to make sure he was okay, and he seems as normal as can be under the circumstances, so I left him to his work.
20th Opal, 259
I've been suspecting I'd get this news for a while now, but Panacea told me that Falcata gave birth late last night. The poor mare got even bigger than Panacea did when she was pregnant, and unlike Naginata who typically continues to lead training sessions up until the day she gave birth, Falcata has taken the last few weeks off out of sheer necessity (and Panacea's orders). I half expected Panacea to tell me she gave birth to triplets or quadruplets, but the truth was even more amazing.
She gave birth to twin alicorns! The parents named the colt Falchion and the filly Balisong, which Glaive tells me is a family name of sorts. I can't be happier for the couple. After what happened to them not all that long ago, I hope they will find true happiness with this blessing. Alicorns are rare enough that we've seen none born in Dawnpick, but to have two at once is unheard of!
25th Opal, 259
Arbalest finished the statue he was working on today. It must be one of the most ornate statues I've ever seen in my life, and is absolutely beautiful. It's a fine choice of subject too, depicting King Mouthsavants, the first kind of The Meandering Gloss. I'm not quite sure what we'll do with the statue just yet, but displaying it somewhere prominently sounds like the best course of action. Near the well perhaps? Or outside the dining hall?
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Glaze also gave birth today to an earth pony filly the family named Fine Silver for her coat. The family seemed happy to have another newcomer, but I'm starting to become a bit concerned at just how large their family is growing. We have a few families with quite a few foals, and I'm thinking we might need to set up some larger housing for them to give them some room. I'll have to speak to the carpenters and masons about it, but the biggest issue is going to be finding room I think.
I forgot to remove Glaze and Ocean Breeze's pregnancies, which means even MORE foals for them. Ah well, what's done is done.
8th Obsidian, 259
Today we had quite a scare. A dragon showed up outside the walls today! The moment the beast was spotted, the alert rang out and everypony ran for safety while the militia and guard took up their positions. They planned on sealing the fort with the drawbridge and face the creature outside, but much to their horror it managed to get through the gates before it could be raised.
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Sarissa was the first to reach it, and faced it in single combat on the road next to the trade depot. After seeing the carnage it wrought, I have no idea how she is alive, much less unscathed. Statues were hurled about the settlement where the beast's mighty claws struck them from their pedestals, the roads were crushed under its feet and the trade depot and bridge were smashed beyond repair. Both will have to be replaced.
The most amazing part is that the beast's flame breath didn't harm her where it left a great part of the settlement's grass scorched. Thank goodness the roads managed to halt the blazes, and the damage was mostly contained.
We have a lot of repair work to do, but Sarissa is a hero if there is one among us. To face such a horrible foe and emerge victorious is an amazing testament to her skill. And nopony was hurt at all! I can scarcely believe our luck.
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Of course the dragon had to let the parasprites and kittens out of their cages. Half of them are dead now though, because of the !!grass!!
Post by: KingStrongbeard on April 15, 2012, 10:04:25 pm
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It is midday of 24th Limestone, 259 and among the new arrivals to the town of Dawnpick is a large muscular unicorn stallion. The stallion has a mostly dark coat and a braided beard, that is starting to grey from age. The unicorn pulls behind him a wagon, filled to the brim with crates covered only by a simple tarp.
Coming to meet the unicorn at the gate are Glaive and Falcata. Glaive looks slightly nervous must mostly is looking forward to this meeting.
Swishing her tail nervously, Falcata stands beside her husband, all of a sudden more self-conscious than she's been in years. Glaive has said a lot about his father, most of it intimidating, if she were honest. She already knew Glaive's family was fairly wealthy, but his father had been a colonel in the army and, according to Glaive, had a highly distinguished service record. Despite her husband's obvious respect for his father and his reassurances that she'd find him a pleasant, kind and honorable pony, it was quite another thing to actually meet Fauchard in the flesh. Watching the wagon and its impressively large load trundle closer, she leans closer to Glaive, whispering in his ear.
"So, uh, just how wealthy is your dad? Because that's a lot of stuff."
Glaive chuckles, “Well, he probably couldn’t bear to be away from his library, I’d bet anything half of that is his books.”
Her eyes widen in surprise. “I hope you’re exaggerating when you say half of that” she gestures towards the heavily laden wagon with a forehoof, “is books.”
So on a scale of one to King Golud, he’s about...a seven? she ponders, trying to work out exactly how many expensive, hoof-made pages a pony could fit under that tarpaulin. That’s...wealthy.
Glaive looks uncomfortable talking about just how much wealth his family has their disposal. “Well, I guess so. The family has had a lot of wealth since my Great-Grandfather made his fortune, and both Grandfather, and Father married above our station, which only made that amount grow with time. But most of it is tied up in property, including Dad’s library.”
After the new arrival makes it over the drawbridge into town, he frees himself from his wagon, and walks up to Glaive, looking him over like a commander inspecting his troops, and suddenly hugs the younger unicorn. After a moment the old unicorn releases him, “Glaive, you look like hell. You have to tell me how you got each and every one of those scars over dinner.”
Glaive frowns at his father, “Have you not been reading my letters father? I have told you everything that has happened already.”
“Of course I have my son, I just want to hear the stories from your mouth.” The unicorn looks to the lovely white mare, visibly pregnant with his future grandfoal, standing next to his son Glaive, he gives a short bow. “You must be Falcata, Glaive has told me much about you. I am Fauchard. It is a pleasure to meet you at long last.”
Falcata briefly considers giving him a bow in return, but on account of her advanced pregnancy she settles for dipping her head respectfully.
"The pleasure is all mine, sir." she replies, doing her best to make a good impression on the imposing stallion.
Glaive speaks up. “How was the journey father?”
“Long and boring,” he replies, “seems either we got lucky, or the bandits knew I was with them.” He says, mostly joking, while gesturing to the other arrivals. “A nice bunch mostly....So where should I put my stuff?”
Glaive and Falcata show the old unicorn to the room they had had Virtue set aside for him. As Glaive carries in the heavy boxes one by one, and begins to unpack them, (Fauchard complains of his ‘bad back’ to skip out on the work, though Glaive doesn’’t believe it, he accepts the excuse.) Fauchard, leaning against his wagon, begins to speak with Falcata.
“So, Falcata, Glaive tells me you’re in the militia. What made a beautiful mare such as yourself take up such dangerous work?”
She reddens slightly at the compliment, taking a minute to think before replying.
"Well, we- I always wanted to be in the town guard, back in Coupledye. My dad, he was a swordspony with the militia caravans, and he always used to tell me about the "adventures" he had on his travels, though I think he exaggerated a little." Falcata says, laughing a bit.
"But anyway, I don't think that was his intent, but he managed to give me a real interest in protecting people, fighting for the good of everypony who can't, I guess. So I joined the town guard as soon as I was able, but...well, you're from Coupledye, you know what the capital is like. There's not much call for warriors there, and- well, it was a bit of a wake-up call for me, moving out here years ago. I'm not sure whether the old me would have been so eager to fight if she knew what it was really like." she sighs.
Fauchard smiles, “A very good answer.” Fauchard waits for Glaive to be out of earshot inside his new home. “So, how did you and my son, become involved together? If you don’t mind me asking.”
"Uh," she stammers, her cheeks going crimson again, "he was- he's a very charming pony, sir. And, um, well, I'm sure he told you about it, but he has a shield, the Touch of Leaves, really nice leather and chainmail thing. He got given it when he saved Sienna from being foalnapped by a thief years back. And, uh, this one time I, um- I got hurt, hurt really bad, fighting a group of thieves and left myself open. I was in hospital for weeks afterward, but...but Glaive came nearly every day. To visit, I mean. It meant a lot to me."
Fauchard nods, as Falcata talks, “Yes, that does sound like my son, but please, you don’t need to call me ‘sir.’ We are family now, you may call me Fauchard.”
She flushes even more, embarrassed. "Sorry, Fauchard. I-"
Glaive comes back out and grabs the last box. “This is the last one father. Are you hungry? We can show you to the dining hall next if you want?”
Fauchard turns toward his son and takes the heavy crate from him as if he had forgotten about his ‘bad back’, “That sounds fine son,” as he carries the box inside himself and sets it down.
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The three ponies make their way to the Dining Hall. They each acquire a plate of food and a bit of drink and take their seats around a table.
As they do, a bright yellow stripy filly starts bouncing up to them. “Meow meow meow!” she says as she bounces along. “Hello mister Glaive! Hello mrs Falcata! Hello mister I Don’t Know Your Name!”
Glaive smiles at the filly, “Why, hello Friesden. I’d like to introduce you to my father, his name is Fauchard.” Glaive gestures to his father, “and Father, this is Friesden, I think I told you about her in my letters?”
Fauchard looks at the little filly, while her coat was naturally quite different her eyes reminded him of those of his lost daughter Balisong. He smiles a sort of sad smile at her and says, “It is a pleasure to meet you miss Friesden.”
“Meow meow meow! That’s bunny speak for ‘Hello mister Fauchard! How are you?’.” She bounces up and down a couple of times.
“I’m doing just fine, miss. Glaive just helped this old stallion move into his new apartment, and we are sitting down for dinner. Would you like to join us?” inquires Fauchard.
“Um...Can I, mister Glaive and mrs Falcata?” she asks, looking to each of them in turn, before bouncing up and down a couple of times.
“Uh, sure! That is, if you’re okay with it?” queries Falcata to the two unicorns.
“Of course you can join us.” Glaive says pulling out a chair for the filly with his magic.
“Thank you mister Glaive!” says Friesden as she bounces into the chair, flapping her wings a couple of times to get the clearance.
“So, Friesden, how are you today?” inquires the older unicorn, between bites of his dinner.
“Good! I’m really good! Almost-dad says I’ve almost done enough work to get my pet bunny! It’s going to be so cute! And fuzzy and warm and it’s going to be the best!” She takes a couple of bites from the food, and turns to Glaive. She tries to ask something, but the food in her mouth makes it come out as a mumble.
Glaive gets a serious expression, across his face. “Friesden, didn’t I tell you not to speak with your mouth full? Try that agian.”
Friesden swallows her food, and then tries again. “Did you and Falcata try getting a new one?”
Immediately, a chunk of food diverts itself down Falcata’s windpipe (a piece of cupcake finally attempting to avenge his many fallen brethren) as she recoils in shock, sending her into a fit of coughing and spluttering.
“Ack-” she chokes, unable to formulate a reply.
As Falcata descends into her coughing fit the two unicorns stand to try and help her. “Falcata are you okay?” they ask as they come to her sides.
“Mrs Falcata? Is something wrong? What’s wrong?” Friesden asks in an anxious tone.
Having managed to dislodge and properly consume the offending morsel of food, Falcata takes a second to think carefully.
“Thanks, Fauchard, Glaive. Um, Friesden, to answer your question- uh, yes. Yes we did.” she replies, hoping against all hope that Fauchard won’t question what Friesden means by “another one”.
As the two unicorns retake their seats, Fauchard looks over to the couple, “What’s she talking about? A new what?”
Falcata finds her hope snuffed out like a candle at bedtime, and she slides slowly down her seat, feeling very ill at ease.
Glaive looks awkward, not liking the direction this conversation was going. “Uh, I’ll...I’ll tell you when we get home, dad.”
Fauchard looks confused before the realization sinks in, “Oh, yes of course.”
Friesden thinks for a second. “Meow meow meow meow meow!” she eventually comes out with. “That’s bunny speak for ‘What do you do mister Fauchard?’.”
Happy to change the subject Fauchard turns back to the filly, “Well I used to be colonel in the royal army, but that was years ago. I’m retired now. Now I spend my days relaxing, or exercising my mind and body.” He pauses for moment, “and what is it that you do miss Friesden?” he asks her.
“Um...I’m a bunny! Meow meow meow,” Friesden replies.
Fauchard laughs and says, “So I see. You make for a very good bunny.” as he messes up her mane, with his forehoof.
“She always has,” smiles Falcata, sitting up straight again now that the conversation is back on track.
“Indeed she has.” adds Glaive, a pause in the talking follows, until it is broken a few moments later by Glaive once more, a bit of genuine concern in his voice, “So, Friesden, how is it living with Glyph and Kat? Are they taking good care of you?”
“Um...Scary lady and almost-dad? They’re nice...They didn’t like me being a bunny and almost-dad didn’t want me to get a pet bunny...but they’re okay with it now! They leave me alone sometimes when they go to see the buffalo lady. But it’s okay. That’s when I get to do the other thing I like to do!” she says with a brightening smile on her face.
Glaive turns to his father and whispers, “Buffalo Lady is her name for that alicorn, Stiletto, that I told you about.”
“I see,” is all Fauchard says at first, before he adds, “...And what is the other thing you like to do Friesden?”
In answer, Friesden finishes her mouthful, and starts flying rings around Fauchard’s head. “I like to fly around until I’m dizzy!” she says in an excited tone as she does so.
Falcata giggles at the young pegasus’ enthusiasm, recognising the same joy for flight she herself had always experienced reflected in the circling yellow figure.
Fauchard chuckles as the filly flies around his head. ‘Those two should not leave a little filly her age alone, unsupervised.’ “You know Friesden, when they leave you alone, you are welcome to come and visit me. I could show you some of the knickknacks I’ve picked up over the years, and I don’t really have any friends in Dawnpick yet.”
“Really? Can I? That sounds fun!” Friesden says as she slows down and eventually flies back over to her seat and sits down.
Fauchard smiles at her, “Absolutely, also, I brought some of Glaive’s old toys and such, they were meant for the new foals, but you can play with them whenever you visit if you like.”
“Thank you mister Fauchard!” Friesden says and she hops out of her chair again and flies over to give him a hug.
Fauchard returns the hug, as Glaive watches in contented silence at the scene before him. He hadn’t seen his father look this happy since before his sister’s murder, all those years ago.
Post by: Kryptid on April 15, 2012, 10:45:36 pm
Sarissa's Diary - 16 Obsidian, 258
There has been a lot of tension between Indigo and Stiletto lately, which really is no surprise to me. It came to a head today, where Virtue ultimately decided to go with Indigo's decision to punish her for her behavior. Stiletto was fined 600 bits, but what does that mean to a rich girl like her? Virtue might as well have not done anything at all. I'm a bit concerned about the division she is causing in the fort; I do not want Dawnpick to break into two factions. Plus, the gross lifestyle that little harlot leads is certainly no good influence on the lot of us...
23rd Felsite 259
I can't say that I was ever really that fond of Jaxler after finding out about his drinking problem (it reminds me too much of my mother...), but today I found a new reason to think lowly of him. It turns out that he's wanted for thievery, though I can't say for sure what it is that he's stolen. Although he says that he came to Dawnpick to give up that style of life, I can't bring myself to trust him. I really think his room should be searched for any such pilfered goods. Thankfully, I was able to escort Jaxler to a cell without incident.
Partisan was going to demote him for other reasons (which I can agree to), but Jaxler responded by completely resigning and then proceeded to attack him! Partisan and Kat managed to get the better of him and he ended up in the hospital with a head injury. Part of me wants to laugh at the situation; that drunk finally got his flank handed to him for making a bad decision. On the other hand, I feel disgust and disappointment that someone as highly regarded as a guardspony would stoop so low as to attack a fellow guard in anger. I really hope Partisan pursues justice for that foolish action. Maybe this experience will humble him enough to reconsider his ways.
16 Galena, 259
Another Diamond Dog showed up today, but it was dead by the time I found out about it. Argh, why am I always elsewhere when these situations arise?! I want to get involved in a real fight again! I train so much but my skills are needed so rarely...
Oh, I do have some good news, though. You know that Vitalsight spell that I had been working on for the past few months? I've finally got it to work to a usable degree! Trying to come up with new spells from scratch isn't my forte, it seems; I had to go read some literature on existing spells to overcome some serious impediments to its function. So far, it seems to do what I want it to. When I activate it, my vision is altered so that I'm able to see the blood in living creatures. It's certainly a weird thing to see, especially since everything that isn't blood becomes black and indistinguishable in that mode. A walking circulatory system made of glowing red light can be a creepy thing to see, but I'll get used to it. Anyway, it should be useful in a battle since I'll be able to see areas of high blood flow and therefore the location of vital organs in my enemies. It'll also come in handy when making sure that my opponents really are dead and not just faking it; the blood in a beating heart will betray their deceptive efforts!
19 Limestone, 259
There seems to be a lot of commotion and depression in the fort today. The pony known as Amber had fallen victim to an accident a while back, but she's only gotten worse due to an infection. Many suggest that she will die. Although I don't know her on a personal basis, I do wish her family the best in dealing with this tragic event. I know there is nothing I can do personally, since I'm no medic.
16 Timber, 259
It turns out that Amber has managed to fight off the infection and is going to be just fine. Well, minus a horn, that is. Poor thing. I couldn't imagine losing my own horn, especially as useful as my telekinetic magic is in battle.
8th Obsidian, 259
Today was awesome! Well, okay, maybe I shouldn't say awesome, since some bad things did happen. I guess what I meant was that I finally managed to take joy in battle again. A dragon wandered into Dawnpick and I killed the thing by myself! Did you read that?! I KILLED A DRAGON! I didn't even get hurt in the process. Now I can add a dragon skull to my trophy collection, which should look quite impressive if I do say so myself. It's too bad that it managed to destroy some of our property before I reached it, but at least nopony lost their lives.
Something strange also happened today; I found out that my Vitalsight doesn't work on dragons; it was completely invisible in that mode. I know that the thing did have blood, since I managed to spill quite a bit of it. I thought at first that it might have been because the dragon had green blood, but I can't imagine why that would make a difference. That event prompted me to do some experimenting, so I decided to test Vitalsight on a variety of different animals. Ponies always show up just fine, as do cats. Then I tried looking at fish. It didn't work. The same thing happened when I tested it on a wild lizard. Nothing. Can my Vitalsight only see mammal blood? Why is that? I'm going to do some more experimenting and tweaking to see if I can fix this problem. Wish me luck!
Post by: KingStrongbeard on April 16, 2012, 04:19:16 am
Glaive, Falcata, Friesden, and Fauchard make their way around the town. It is the day after Fauchard's arrival and they are showing him all that there is to see. The tour doesn't take long, and the final stop along the way is the barracks. A few ponies are training, but it isn't as full as it would have been earlier in the day.
Fauchard takes a look around and sees all the wooden training weapons sitting in their racks, and he gets an idea.
Friesden flies over to the weapon racks, looking over the different wooden weapons, before trying and failing to lift one up. With a slight shrug and a quiet “Meow,” she flies back over to Falcata and starts flying around her head again.
"Son, why don't you show me how much you've improved since we last saw each other?" says Fauchard as he makes his way over to the wooden weapons and picks out a training axe and wooden shield for himself.
Glaive smiles, he had been hoping for a chance to spar with his father again after all these years apart. Glaive walks over to Falcata, kisses her cheek and places his metal axe with her. "Look after this for me."
The pegasus grins back, already looking forward to watching the two spar. She already knows of Glaive's worth as a warrior, and she’s extremely interested in finding out just how good his dad is by comparison.
"I'll make sure nopony steps on it, don't worry!" she says, laughing. Oh, this is going to be good!
Friesden slows down her spinning around Falcata and eventually sits down.
Glaive makes his way over the weapon racks and picks out a wooden axe as well, and the two stallions make their way to the clear area designated for sparring.
Falcata watches the two taking their places, eyes flicking between each of them in turn. To her, they both look utterly impassive, their expressions neutral as those of a couple of masks. She shivers in anticipation.
Glaive and Fauchard lock eyes. Their faces betray nothing. They size each other up without making any hostile movements for a long time, 5, 10, 20, 30 seconds pass with them circling each other, then in a flash they leap at each other.
Glaive swings his axe down from above at his father's head, while Fauchard swings low for Glaive's legs. Both axes strike not pony flesh, but thud against shields.
A dozen more blows pass in half as many seconds. Axes crash into wood. Magic flashes. Hooves stomp. Before the two ponies leap backwards, separating themselves.
The two ponies stare each other down again. Several seconds pass and then Fauchard spies an opening in Glaive's defenses and lunges forward again. Glaive takes advantage of the lunge however and delivers a magic shockwave into the old, off balance unicorn. Fauchard is staggered but doesn't fall. Glaive takes another swing at his father, Fauchard barely manages to pull himself back far enough to avoid getting a face full of axe, but Glaive's weapon does manage to hook onto Fauchard's blade. The axe is suddenly yanked out of the older unicorns mouth and flies through the air in an arc.
Having disarmed his opponent, Glaive feels a sudden rush of joy. He'd done it! He'd finally bested his father, when suddenly he is on the ground and his head hurts worse than a hangover after drinking with Jaxler.
To the onlookers the last bit is over in a flash. Fauchard lunges, a flash of magic, and Glaive is on the ground, both ponies disarmed.
Falcata winces. Ouch. Did he forget his dad still had hooves and magic? Nevertheless, the fight has impressed her. Glaive's ability she already knew, but Fauchard was up there with him, even after (by the look of him) being out of practice for years.
Fauchard helps his son to his hooves, "Sorry, didn't mean to hit you that hard Glaive."
Glaive just groans, his head spinning.
"You've gotten better Glaive, but you still focus too much on the external weapon. You forget that the pony behind the blade is just as dangerous. But you did good son." He puts his forehoof on Glaive's withers.
Glaive manages to regain some coherence. "ug. What hit me."
Fauchard holds up his other forehoof, "This did. Sorry about that again, son."
"Ug. No problem father. I'll be okay."
Friesden hops over to Fauchard and Glaive. “Meow meow Meow meow? That’s bunny speak for ‘Are you okay, Mr Glaive?’”
Glaive touches his forehoof to his head and looks at the filly. “Yeah, I’m okay, it’s just a bump.” he smiles weakly at her.
She gives him a quick hug. “Meow meow meow. That’s bunny speak for ‘That’s good’.”
Not entirely convinced by Glaive's self-assessment, Falcata advances on the unicorn. "Are you sure you're okay? Your father, uh, he hit you quite a thump."
Glaive nods to his wife, “Yeah, I’m okay.” he looks over to his father. “Heh, I really thought I had you this time.”
Fauchard chuckles, “You nearly did. Maybe you will next time.”
Glaive places the training weapons back in their rightful place with his magic. “Maybe.” he mumbles.
Friesden flies over to Glaive’s side. “Mister Fauchard, he isn’t this mumbly most of the time, honest!”
"Comes close, though," mutters Falcata, teasingly.
Fauchard looks at his son while Glaive speaks up. “Don’t worry Friesden. I promise I’m okay, the only thing father hurt is my pride.”
"Fauchard, you really know your way round an axe! Do you have any plans on, y'know, maybe joining up with the militia? We could use great fighters such as yourself, especially with those...things that everypony keeps hearing down in the caverns." asks Falcata, hopefully.
Fauchard shakes his head negatively, “No Falcata, I’m retired now. I...I’d be happy if I never have to kill another thing again. No, I came here to be with my family, including my grandfoals, when they are born, and I’ll fight to protect them, or anypony else should something get past your militia, but I’m not going to join up. I’ve seen enough death.”
Friesden hops over to give him a hug. “That’s okay Mister Fauchard, I don’t like hurting things neither!”
Fauchard returns the filly’s hug, “That’s good to hear, and I hope you never have to.”
The pegasus nods her head in understanding. "I know what you mean. All right. It's still reassuring knowing you're on our side, at any rate."
“Thank you for understanding.” He looks at Glaive. “I’m sure he’s okay, but we should probably let the doctor look at him anyway.”
“That’s not...” starts Glaive, before being cut off. “Yes that is necessary, you don’t want to worry these two do you, son?” interrupts Fauchard.
Glaive forgoes any more arguments and the group head off toward the hospital where Glaive is given a clean bill of health.
FIN
((Another scene this one happens the day after the last one.))
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Fauchard makes his way down the busy streets of Dawnpick. It is mid-day and the ponies are all going about their own work. It is only his third day in Dawnpick, and he feels quite naked walking down the street without his axe. Fauchard heads directly to his destination, the main keep in which he knew Baroness Virtue did her job of managing the small mining town. He entered and knocked on her office door.
Virtue looks up from the book she was skimming through to see Glaive... no, Fauchard standing in the doorway. “Oh, hello! Can I help you?”
Fauchard bows to the lady, “I, Fauchard, father of Glaive who I believe you know, would like to request an audience with you, milady, if I may be so bold.”
Her face goes through a couple of curious expressions at the formality. She finally settles on a small smile. “Oh, um, well of course.” Her smile grows a bit. “No need to be so formal.”
Fauchard rises, “It is good to hear you say that. Seems Glaive was right to speak so highly of you.” He moves to take a seat opposite of Virtue. “I would like to inquire after a curious law you have here in Dawnpick that my son has informed me of.”
She quirks an eyebrow almost imperceptibly at the compliment, but simply nods as he takes a seat and asks, “Of course, which one?”
Fauchard looks her in the eyes, and say, “Well, my son tells me that you only allow the militia, guards, and hunters to carry weapons in town. This causes me no small distress.”
“It... distress?” She cocks her head slightly. “Why is that? It’s something we put in place some time ago, since it seemed a sensible thing to do once everypony was more or less safe and the militia had everything under control.”
“Well, I’m an old stallion stuck in his ways, and I’ve not been without a weapon by my side in over 70 years. I feel naked without it. I brought my old axe with me, but at Glaive’s request I left it locked up in my room. But I wouldn’t feel right just leaving it there forever.”
She nods slowly and considers what she could do about it. She wasn’t sure she was willing to just let anypony go running around with weapons, the next thing that would meet her ears would surely be Indigo taking a swing at Stiletto, but maybe she could make an exception on a case by case basis? “I see... well... truth be told, we put the rule in place as a stop gap and as a blanket preventative measure. It probably wouldn’t be all that much of a problem to allow certain ponies to carry them.” She pauses and considers things for a moment. “You say you’ve used it for some time now? Are you part of the militia anywhere? Coupledye?”
Fauchard smiles, and then laughs, “I see. Glaive hasn’t said anything to you about our family, that’s good, that’s very good. I guess I raised him better than I thought.” he says jokingly, “Aye, I was in the Royal Army for most of my life, made Colonel before I retired, could have made Brigadier General if I stayed on, family things got in the way of that.” He looks reflective before adding, “My son, Glaive, he is only carrying on the family legacy by joining your militia here. My whole family has been warriors since my grandfather carried Widowgrief in the Zebra wars.”
The Zebra wars? Impressive. “Oh, I didn’t realize I was talking to somepony so accomplished!” She tries to wipe the goofy smile that had made its way onto her face and adds, “Glaive has certainly done us proud here... I’m sure he’s told you about all of that though?”
Fauchard nods, “Well he’s told me a great deal, though he tends to emphasize the actions of the others over himself, but I suspect he’s just being modest, he is more skilled than he knows, or at least then he will admit to knowing, or maybe I’m just biased. I’d hardly be the first father to think over-highly of his son.”
Virtue thinks about her own foals and returns the nod. “All of my children are quite young still, but I could certainly see thinking highly of them.” Her face flushes a bit as she realizes that came out pretty badly and she quickly goes on to say, “Oh, but um, I suppose we’re drifting a bit off topic.” She taps a hoof nervously and says, “I... don’t think there would be a problem with you keeping your weapon with you. I certainly believe you know how to use it without hurting somepony you didn’t mean to.” Her face colors slightly again as she realizes that yet again that could have negative implications. “I mean, I trust Glaive completely, and you’re his father.” She finishes with a small nervous smile.
“It is a great relief to hear that milady Virtue, but if I’m to be a lone exception...I don’t want this to cause trouble for you if others will complain about it, and I certainly don’t want them thinking I’m getting special treatment because of any perceived higher status or bribery.”
She nods understandingly. “Well... we don’t strictly need anypony else in the militia, but if you were interested in joining it in some capacity...? That might deflect any concerns.”
Fauchard nods his head no, “Milady, I’m retired, I don’t wish to go looking for any more fights, and I certainly don’t wish to join the militia in any sort of full time duty.” He pauses for awhile before adding, “But, I suppose I do have a lot of experience leading troops. I could serve as a military advisor if you ever require such expertise, and I’m willing to show your recruits a thing or two of what I remember.”
“Oh, of course,” she replies. He was retired, surely he wasn’t looking to get into active duty again. The training suggestion though... “I think you helping to show some of the soldiers a few things would be most welcome. I don’t think anypony in the militia would have any problem with that. And that I think would certainly give you reason to carry a weapon around.”
Fauchard stands from his chair and bows to Virtue once more. “Then thank you very much milady, I put my expertise and knowledge such as it is, at your service, and at that of your troops. But for now, I must see to my axe, she must be feeling quite lonely.” and with that he turns to leave Virtue’s office, intending to head straight home.
She stands as he does and moves to join him at the door. “Alright then. I’m going to go speak to the captains and see what they have to say about it. I’m sure they’ll be agreeable. You may want to drop by the barracks this afternoon and talk with them for yourself.”
Fauchard nods in agreement as the two part ways, with him heading to the dorms and Virtue to the barracks.
(End Scene)
Post by: jaxler on April 16, 2012, 04:42:55 pm
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Jaxler was down in the crypts, sitting next to an all too familiar coffin. He hadn't had a single drop of booze sense he ended his drinking binge six days ago. Jaxler had spent an endless amount of time in the moldy mausoleum, just thinking about himself and his endless line of screw-ups and misfortune, and how he managed to lose the only job he half-enjoyed. Another thing that worsening his already melancholic mood was the fact that he couldn't even walk around with his crossbow anymore, and had to keep it hidden away in his coffer. "Damnit Barley, Da' hell do you haft to be the lucky one."
Post by: Kryptid on April 16, 2012, 04:51:41 pm
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This is the scene where Sarissa encounters the dragon mentioned earlier.
8th Obsidian, 259
The weather was rather good today, with mild temperatures and a clear sky. Sarissa had just completed a personal weaving project and had decided to get a breath of fresh air outside. At any rate, the bright sunlight would help her examine her work more fully. Despite the fact that she was off duty at the moment, she had the compulsive tendency to wear her armor whenever she roamed outdoors. Elegy and her shield were fastened onto the sides of her flanchards in order to free herself to focus on the tourniquet she had just completed. She had chosen to make it out of red fabric to minimize the effect that any blood stains would have on its appearance. The unicorn was rather pleased by how it came out.
Sarissa tucked it away under the plates of her armor, ready to use it whenever the need may arise. Now what would she do? Roam around the grounds of the fort waiting for something interesting to happen? She did that on a fairly regular basis and was often disappointed. Maybe today would be different, but she wasn't hopeful. If nothing came up, perhaps she could go practice her aim by hacking into some dead trees in the apple orchard. Yeah, that sounded like a good plan.
As she considered her options, Sarissa stopped in her tracks. There was some commotion in the distance. Her ears twisted as the mare tried to pick up the nature of the noise, noting the sounds of galloping and yelling from members of the fort. Narrowing her eyes, Sarissa changed direction and trotted in haste towards the source. She could see several ponies running indoors, shouting something about a monster. A monster? "Aw yeah!" the copper pony said under her breath as her pace increased to a gallop. Using her telekinesis, she pulled Elegy from her side and wielded him by the handle from her mouth. She quickly followed the action by unlatching her shield and holding it just in front of her with the emerald glow of her magic.
What kind of creature was this? Where was it likely to be? Was it already on fort grounds? The most logical place to look would be the entrance. She ran at full tilt in the predicted direction, her ears soon being met with the sound of deep-throated roars. Looks like she was right on the money! Sarissa eyed the drawbridge, which was in the process of being raised in order to protect Dawnpick from the threat just outside. It was too late. The beast placed its great weight on the bridge, causing it to slam back down with an echoing thud. The sudden falling of the bridge caused its wooden construction to be cracked down the middle. The damage was further increased as clawed feet dug into its surface.
Now she could plainly see what it was; a large dragon clad in dark violet scales. It was much larger than any pony. Its green eyes darted back and forth as it seemed to consider its option for targets. Excellent! Her pulse began to race as she salivated in anticipation of the battle just ahead of her. Now she'd have the opportunity to test her new Vitalsight spell in real combat. Why don't we see where your weak spots are? Sarissa's horn emanated its characteristic green light as the flowing magic turned her eyes a bright white color. The world faded into blackness, her sight primed to view only the blood content of the dragon's body. She was left speechless; nothing was showing up. She tried it a second time. Still no good. Before she had time to ask herself what was wrong, the reptilian behemoth had made its way over to a nearby marble statue. In a second, the clawed feet of the dragon had shattered it. It next used its massive tail to smash into one of the walls of the trade depot. The unicorns eyes widened for a moment before narrowing in anger. No more time to fool around.
"Hey!" Sarissa mumbled through her occupied mouth as she ran towards her opponent. It seemed to be ignoring her as it had decided to smash yet another statue. That wasn't acceptable. Arriving at the dragon's side, the unicorn gave the monster a wake-up call by plunging her ax into the flesh of its right front foot. It released a deafening cry of pain as lime-colored blood poured from the wound. Green, huh? That was unexpected. The reptile gritted its teeth in a rage as it turned to face the militia pony. This was followed by a rush of brilliant flames that issued in quantity from its now gaping maw. Military instincts kicked in, causing Sarissa to raise her shield as she crouched down behind it. The stream of fire was deflected by the flat face of the metal, scorching the grass around the unicorn.
Looking up from behind her now-smoking shield, she could see that the dragon's grimacing face was mere feet away from her. She acted reflexively, propelling the shield telekinetically towards it with force. It caught the beast in the mouth, causing it to recoil with a grunt of displeasure as one of its teeth was knocked loose from its lower jaw. Despite its size, this monster didn't seem to tolerate pain very well; time to take advantage of this short-coming. Sarissa traded the placement of her shield and her ax, now gripping the protective plate of metal from behind with her teeth and hoisting Elegy with her telekinetic magic. The fighter raised her weapon high into the air, bringing it down just behind the dragon's twisted horns. It sliced through the purplish-black scales at the base of the neck, plunging deeper until it had severed the spinal chord. In response, it fell to the ground as strength left its legs.
A toothy grin began to creep up onto Sarissa's face. Now it was paralyzed...delicious. She released the shield from her jaws, "You chose to attack Dawnpick, a foolish and ultimately fatal decision on your part. Now I will take what is mine!" The little pony magically pulled the green-stained blade from the back of the dragon's neck. Then plunged it in again. Yanked it out a second time, then brought it down once more. She continued to chop at the prone beast's thick neck as if she were a lumberjack attempting to bring down a tree. Her smile stretched from ear to ear as she cackled in sheer joy. Bright green blood flowed and splattered until she finally sliced all the way down through the dragon's windpipe. The head was now severed.
"You'll make a beautiful addition to my collection..." she stated softly to the deceased monster as she rubbed the scales on its forehead with a hoof. Sarissa was snapped from her thoughts as she noticed the flames from the burned grass had begun to spread. Several other ponies were trying to put out the fire. Her eyes widened as she ran to help quell the blaze. The unicorn continually bashed the grass with her shield in an attempt to halt the spread. Eventually, the situation was brought under control. Unfortunately, quite a bit of vegetation had been torched and the stench of gray smoke lingered in the air. There had been a lot of damage done, but at least nopony seemed to have been harmed by this incident. Sarissa felt a bit guilty that she hadn't stopped the dragon before all of this had happened, but at least she'd offer to help rebuild anything that had been damaged.
Post by: Khenal on April 16, 2012, 04:52:13 pm
I was really starting to worry about Jaxler. I hadn't seen him in a few days, not since shortly after he stopped his binge. Thankfully, there were few places to hide around Dawnpick. Well, except for the clouds, but I couldn't go search them, could I? As it was, I was fast running out of places to look for him. He wasn't in the booze stockpile, or his room, or the mines. I even checked the church, but he wasn't anywhere! In desperation, I check the last place I can think to: the crypts. To my surprise, I actually spot him next to a coffin, looking quite morose. I slowly descend the stairs, trying to think of something to say.
"Um... Jaxler?"
Post by: jaxler on April 16, 2012, 05:01:00 pm
Jaxler's trance was broken by the sound of a pony's voice coming from the stairs. When Jaxler raised his head and looked over at the steps he realized that Flux had found him. "Damnit... What do you want Flux?"
Post by: Khenal on April 16, 2012, 05:03:24 pm
"Um... just been looking for you. I...uh... how are you doing?"
Post by: jaxler on April 16, 2012, 05:05:35 pm
"I think I've been worse... Why were you looking for me?"
Post by: Khenal on April 16, 2012, 05:10:32 pm
"Um... I was worried? You... kinda disappeared..."
I glance at the coffins around us, lacking the courage to ask if Jaxler was planning on occupying one soon.
Post by: jaxler on April 16, 2012, 05:18:45 pm
"Flux, I don't like it when ponies worry about me... because it's pointless, they'll will have only wasted there bucking time on a lost cause and get depressed when I fail."
Post by: Khenal on April 16, 2012, 05:24:43 pm
"Then... stop doing things that make me worry. You're my friend, Jaxler. Am I not supposed to worry when my friends vanish while depressed?"
Post by: jaxler on April 16, 2012, 08:01:13 pm
"Why the hell do you even call me your friend? By now most ponies would have given up on liability such as myself."
Post by: Khenal on April 16, 2012, 11:45:23 pm
"Because... well, you're my friend, Jaxler. And I'm not going to give up on a friend when they're down."
Post by: jaxler on April 17, 2012, 12:01:22 am
"I'm always 'down' now aren't I. You know shit always bucking happens to me. I lose my family when I'm two years old, I get forced to become a thief so I can support me and my crippled grandfather. Then my freaking ethnic group gets erased along with my home civilization, and I'm left with so many damn mental scars that I can't even bucking keep the only legitimate job I've ever had. I've been mortally wounded twice, I don't know what my bucking 'special talent' is and you know what, I'M BUCKING DONE WITH IT! I don't know if the gods hate me, or if I was born to suffer but I can't handle this anymore, I'm... just... bucking... DONE WITH IT!" After finishing his rant he flung his forehoof as hard as he could into the coffin he was sitting by.
Post by: Khenal on April 17, 2012, 12:19:20 am
I jump as he slams the coffin, but don't leave. Instead I slowly walk closer.
"But... you can't give up, Jaxler. You're... probably the toughest pony I know. Needing to find a new job... that can't be the thing to break you... not after everything you've weathered. And you won't be alone."
Post by: jaxler on April 17, 2012, 12:26:52 am
"It's not that I can't find a job, it's just that it seems that all my life I've been set up to fail, and the more I try the worse things get."
Post by: Khenal on April 17, 2012, 12:29:59 am
I look around the crypt for a moment.
"So how's not trying working so far?"
Post by: jaxler on April 17, 2012, 12:35:45 am
"I haven't eaten or drank anything in the last couple days and I have some mold growing up my side, so I guess I've been worse"
Post by: Khenal on April 17, 2012, 12:37:49 am
"Then... come eat? And get something to drink? And let Panacea look at the, uh... mold? Please?"
Post by: Kryptid on April 17, 2012, 12:38:00 am
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Post by: jaxler on April 17, 2012, 12:41:12 am
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"why? If I go one more day without water it's completely possible that I'll black out from dehydration and never wake up."
Post by: Khenal on April 17, 2012, 12:50:51 am
"Because I'm not giving up on you, Jaxler. Even if I have to drag you to Panacea myself."
I take another few steps forward, hoping he'll see reason and come with me.
Post by: jaxler on April 17, 2012, 12:58:30 am
"...FINE..."
Jaxler then tried to force himself up on the ground, only to realize that the lack of water had made him far to week to stand up.
"well buck, looks like I'm too dehydrated to even walk "
Post by: Khenal on April 17, 2012, 01:09:18 am
I sigh in relief, then carefully sling Jaxler over my back. He protests the entire way back to the hospital, and Panacea looks worried at how dehydrated and malnourished he looks, but she say's he should be fine. Well, physically, at least. Mentally... I knew he was far from fine. I leave him in Panacea's care as I leave. I could only think of one thing that might help Jaxler out of this mess he's in: fixing his crossbow.
Post by: Telgin on April 17, 2012, 01:37:26 am
The Afternoon of 1st Granite, 260
Virtue was making her way to the trade depot to speak with the rainbow pony merchants and see what wares they had brought with them this year. She didn't expect things to be much different than the last few years. She'd trade some assorted crafts made in Dawnpick along with some of Skillet's best stews, which the rainbows seemed quite fond of, for a large supply of cloth, leather and a few exotic foodstuffs they couldn't make on site. It wasn't a great deal of trading, but it kept the rainbows coming back every year, and kept a few ponies busy here.
This time though... something was wrong. A few of the guards seemed to be missing from the trade depot, and more worryingly, she heard what sounded like quite agitated shouts coming from the dining hall. Her heart picks up pace a bit as she tries and fails to make out the words. Somepony was probably drunk and had started a fight. No big deal... she'd just go locate Partisan if he wasn't there already and sort things out. If the rainbows got involved, she'd offer to get any wounds looked after and pay for the damages.
As she sets hoof inside the dining hall, her heart stops completely for a moment. Dozens of very irate looking ponies, as well as rainbow ponies of all sorts were standing around a dining table, and worse, Panacea was crouched over somepony who wasn't moving. “He... he's dead...” the pegasus mare mutters at last, hanging her head.
“Murderers!” a darkbolt with an axe shouts, looking around the room with a hateful glare on his face. “Who did it!? Which one of you murdered him and why!?” He glares at Skillet. “You! You're the chef here, you did it didn't you!?”
Virtue feels horror closing around her. She had to do something fast or this was going to get out of her control and there would be no return. She trots over to Panacea and sees a draltha pony lying dead on the floor, apparently devoid of any injuries. “What happened?” she demands, looking at the darkbolt first, hoping to gain his trust.
“Somepony here murdered him!” he shouts. “Poison! He dropped dead after taking a bite of your chef's food!”
As Skillet sinks back, Virtue recognizes the dead pony's clothing as being that of the the rainbow pony diplomats. And now it hits her what she was looking at. He was dead... Skillet shakes her head. “I... I did nothing of the sort! I'd never do that!”
“You!” the darkbolt exclaims as he looks at Virtue again. “You... I know you. You're the leader here... I'm going to go speak with the foreman, and you're coming with me. He's going to want to know about this, and I'm not letting you out of my sight until he does. You probably arranged this...” he hisses, reaching for his axe.
Virtue tenses as the blade comes dangerously close to her face, but she stands and nods, all but trembling. Several of the ponies in the dining hall shout obscenities at the gesture, but she quells them with a hoof. “I'll speak with him. This isn't what it looks like, I can assure you...”
The darkbolt shoos her to the door and mutters through the weapon, “You don't have to assure me...”
Virtue follows the darkbolt to the trade depot where a dozen more rainbow ponies of all types were milling around, furious expressions on their faces and weapons loose in their slings or scabbards. She was numb to what had just happened... did somepony poison the diplomat? Why? It had to be something else... maybe he was sick... nopony here would murder anypony else... never... She feels a moment of relief as she sees Kat and Sarissa standing near the trade depot, sure that they would help quell any thoughts of brewing violence. Then she sees similarly angry expressions on their faces...
As they arrive, a large gorlak pony strides forward to meet them. “You. Baroness Virtue, I presume. You've got a lot of explaining to do. You'd best start and no lies.”
She stumbles over her words for a moment and fishes desperately in her mind for an explanation. She didn't have one. “I-I-I didn't see what happened... b-b-but I-I assure you that this is j-j-j-just a mistake...”
The gorlak grimaces and raises a crossbow to a ready level. “I'm not sure how much I believe that.”
Sarissa sees the crossbow come up, and a hateful glare forms on her face. She storms over to the two and says in a less than nice tone, “You... I don't care who you are, nopony points a weapon at my lady!”
“And nopony kills my men!” he snarls back at her, raising the weapon to Virtue's face. “How does this make you feel? Huh? If I killed her like one of you killed Tislam?”
Virtue shrieks and cowers as the crossbow meets her face, and Sarissa reacts instinctively. With a calculated kick, the crossbow sails into the air and discharges, sending a bolt into the trade depot. Virtue feels her entire spine ice over as she looks up and sees a roiling mob of hatred and violence form. There was a flash as the gorlak swings at Sarissa, then another flash of steel as his head is removed from his shoulders by her axe. Virtue shrieks again and scrabbles backward as blood begins to pool around the corpse of the gorlak.
Furious shouts and the sounds of metal weapons being drawn meet her ears as she clings to the ground and covers her head with her hooves. A terrified whimper passes her lips as the sound of a crossbow being discharged also reaches her ears, and she looks up to see things going about as horrifyingly as her worst fears.
Sarissa was all but gleefully dancing around the clumsy blows of the merchant guards, and each of her retaliatory strikes drew blood or worse. Several rainbow ponies were already lying motionless on the ground or clutching profusely bleeding and surely mortal wounds.
Kat has a curious combination of a sinister grin and rage filled scowl on her face as she joins Sarissa in the madness. She looses a bolt which strikes another gorlak squarely in the chest, spraying the ground with a fountain of blood. The mortally wounded pony collapses immediately, and a slippy pony behind it scrabbles into cover. Kat happily gives chase.
Virtue stares in abject horror at the blood strewn about the trade depot, not to mention the dead and dying rainbows. She desperately reaches inside for the will to scream for them to stop, but nothing but a muffled squeak leaves her mouth. Even as she watches, Kat descends upon a keshi hammer pony and lodges a bolt deeply into his rear leg. The pony retaliates with a crushing blow from his hammer, mangling her wing with a single strike and hurling her through the air up against the curtain wall.
She is convinced she's about to watch Kat die horribly in front of her as the hammer pony leaps after her and raises his weapon to crush her skull. Another bolt zips past and strikes the hammer pony in the chest, followed by him dropping his weapon and staggering about, gasping and wheezing. The pony coughs spasmodically, spraying blood on the grass, and staggers backward until another bolt lodges itself in his chest. Overcome with agony, the pony collapses, and a black pegasus swoops down next to the motionless Kat. Jaxler raises his crossbow and fires at another rainbow pony, scoring a hit if the confused scream was any indicator.
This... this was... madness Virtue thinks to herself as she continues to fail to comprehend what was going on around her. Another rainbow pony died noisily, this time by Sarissa's axe if the solid crunch of splintering bone was what she really just heard. She looks around, trembling as Sarissa laughs off a bolt that spangs from her armor before striking down a hovering darkbolt.
But through it all, one thing catches her eyes and ears. Kat was beginning to stir, crying out as she rolls over and rests on her crushed wing. Something stirs inside Virtue. Something instinctive and desperate. She sees a couple of rainbow ponies with axes spot Kat and charge for her. But she was closer. Without a thought she leaps to her hooves and bolts for Kat, snatching her up and throwing her over her back just as the axe ponies were upon her.
Both ponies swung their weapons, and Virtue knew she was dead. After an agonizing moment and no pain stabbing through her, she looks up to see Jaxler firing at the two and drawing their attention. Sarissa then barrels into them, throwing one from his hooves and quite thoroughly distracting the other.
The instinct reasserts itself and Virtue gallops for the hospital, feeling Kat shift on her back and let out another pained cry. "No..." Kat mutters weakly as she cracks her eyes. "...the fight... it's not over yet... I... I can still... fight..." Virtue ignores the pained words coming from the wounded pegasus mare and continues on. This couldn't be happening... it couldn't be happening. Ponies were dying. She shoves the hospital door open to find Wool standing there, dumbstruck. She places Kat on the nearest bed and says, “She's hurt... maybe bad. There are going to be a lot more.”
With that she gallops back toward the trade depot where she hoped the fighting would be over and she could through some miracle salvage the situation. She knew that wasn't going to happen, but she had to try.
Things were worse than she could have possibly imagined. Nopony but Jaxler and Sarissa were left standing at the depot. Both were inspecting the bodies of the fallen, and every last one Virtue looked at was clearly dead. None were even just beyond help. They were dead. All of them. Dead. Her adrenaline charged trot peters out into a stumble as she stops in front of the bloodbath.
Sarissa catches sight of her and returns her bloodied weapon to its sling. “My lady, are you alright?” She steps over to her and begins inspecting her for injuries. “You're not hurt, are you?”
Virtue stares in silence and does not answer.
“Lady Virtue? Are you alright?” she persists.
Virtue finally manages a weak shake of her head and collapses to the ground, covering her eyes. She tries to say something, but only soul-consuming sobs leave her mouth. No. No, she was not alright. This was not going to be okay. It couldn't. So many ponies were dead. So, so many. And for what?
Sarissa gives Jaxler a nervous glance, but he simply returns the unsure look. This was neither pony's forte.
A small gaggle of ponies begins to emerge from the dining hall and approach the scene. Virtue ignores all of them and continues to bawl and cover her face. This was not going to be okay.
It just wasn't.
Post by: Telgin on April 17, 2012, 02:28:30 am
Post by: Khenal on April 17, 2012, 02:51:05 am
(Set not too long after the fight in the Trade Depot, we join our characters in the middle of a conversation.)
"I.. I was supposed to stay in the fight until it ended!.."
"But you were seriously hurt, Kat!"
"I could handle it!"
Flux looks to the cast on her wing. "They... They almost killed you!"
"I could've handled them.."
"What if..." He hangs his head, barely whispering. "...what if not..."
Kat sighs lightly.. then smiles "Do you not believe me Flux?"
"Of course... but... you're still a pony. A... a more skilled fighter might come along... or just get lucky... I worry when you go out to fight..."
"It's my duty to go out to fights Flux.. to make sure i keep everypony safe.. to make sure i keep you safe.."
"I know, but... I still worry! I wish my traps could work for everything, or we could just live in peace, or..." Flux looks incredibly sad, wishing ponies didn't have to die. "Why... why can't everypony just... get along..."
Kat sighs lightly then lay a little more onto her bed in the hospital. "Because we choose not to I guess..."
Flux sighs, then walks close to the bed to gently lay a hoof on Kat's. "I think... it's because everypony has something they're willing to fight for..." he says, looking at Kat as he does so, letting her know exactly who he'd fight for. Kat sighs happily and smiles, squeezing onto his hoof softly with hers as she lay on her bed like that.. "Mmhmm.."
"I... should I try to join the reserves?"
Kat shook her head "No.. You might have killed something with a dagger before Flux, but I don't want you out there.. even in the reserves.. you can protect ponies better by smelting steel and making traps.. so that ponies like me can fight easier and wouldn't die easily.."
"I... I can do both, I think? I just... I don't want to see you hurt if there's anything I could do to stop it, Kat."
"Then don't join the reserve Flux.. It'd hurt me more than any wounds anypony can give me to see you hurt." Flux glances at Kat's wing, obviously feeling the same about her. "But..." Kat gives him a reassuring smile "I'll be fine Flux.. I'm a tough pony."
Tears well at Flux' eyes as he looks into hers. "But... I... couldn't do anything..."
"You make the steel i wear, the bolts I shoot, the crossbow I use, and the traps that kept us safe Flux.."
"But not safe enough..."
"Well, I could've died without them Flux."
"You... almost died with them... There must be something else I could do?"
"well.. It kept me alive. That's what matters, right?" Tears slowly fall as Flux has trouble describing just how he feels. "I... I'm happy you're alive, my love, but... you're so hurt... what if... what if next time...?" He shuts his eyes, trying to hold back the tears and not think of what next time might hold. Kat squeezes onto his hoof a little more and pull him down closer as she pull herself up a bit as well to wrap her forelegs around him into a hug.. holding him tightly. "Next time.. they'll all have to go through your traps first."
Flux returns the embrace, gently nuzzling her and being grateful she's still there to nuzzle. *sniffle* "O...Ok, Kat... just... just come back safe... next time..."
Kat nuzzles lovingly at him then sighs happily, "I will.. I promise."
Post by: Maklak on April 17, 2012, 03:59:36 pm
24th Hematite, 259
((This is after the accident with the fishing pier, but before Panacea pronounces Amber a dead pony, so Virtue is depressed but not crushed at least.))
Indigo knocks on Virtue's door, then enters. He looks very upset. "Hello, Lady Virtue. I need to talk to you. Please."
Virtue turns her attention away from the work orders she had been pretending to pay attention to, to Indigo, as he comes in. Her expression is that of utter exhaustion, and she blinks heavily as she takes in his expression. He didn't look happy, that much was evident. "Oh, Indigo. What's wrong?" she asks in a similarly weary tone.
"The accident is wrong. I know, you care deeply about ponies getting hurt in Dawnpick. I can see that, everypony can. What happened to Cross Stitch and Amber was our fault, the masons', not yours. Well, mostly Mortar's, but I sometimes double-check his work and I could have prevented this accident. We... shouldn't have let apprentices do our jobs. Normally knocking down a wall is fairly safe, but not when there is a catwalk or a pier or some other construction above it. We've grown careless. I'm... I'm sorry." Indigo hangs his head low, looks at the floor and his eyes become watery.
Virtue's self-loathing dissolves a bit as she sees the remorseful expression on his face. She wasn't the only pony hurting over this. "No... I'm sorry." She sighs as she looks at a copy of the town's map hanging on the wall next to her, with the redrawn walls scrawled over the existing walls. "I shouldn't have asked you to relocate the walls. They weren't hurting anypony like they were..."
"No, expanding the walls was a good decision, Dawnpick is getting cramped. And you just told us to do it, not how to do it." Mortar should be here instead of me.
She simply sighs in response and looks down into her desk. At least this was just about Indigo apologizing on behalf of the masons, even if she didn't think an apology was necessary, at least not to her. Everypony made mistakes. No shortage of them from her. She was hardly going to hold him accountable for a mistake like this.
"Some of the masons may be eligible for charges of negligence. If it comes to that... I'm considering taking some of the blame." But just considering.
Her eyes go wide and she shakes her head. No. Absolutely not. She was not imprisoning anypony for this. "Indigo... it was an honest mistake. You and the others have done very well to say that nopony else has been hurt in nearly a decade." Why didn't that help her any when she told it to herself? It probably wasn't doing him much good either. "The last thing I want to do is punish somepony for this... I think what happened was more than enough of that..."
"How... how could I possibly make this up to Cross Stitch and Amber and her family? They lost their horns, and may lose their lives. There is nothing I can do. I can apologise, along with Mortar and Amor, maybe give them some presents or visit them at the hospital, but what would I even say to them? There is just no way to make it up to them."
Virtue nods understandingly. "I wish I had an answer for that..." she begins, placing a hoof to her forehead. This was something she'd agonized for the better part of a day over. She didn't have much energy to be supportive right now, but she tries anyway. "...I'm afraid that's all we can do at this point." She offers the most sincere smile she could. "But showing support for them at the hospital... it means more than you might think. And... I've spoken with Panacea. She says that they will be okay."
"Living without a horn is not okay. But... if it's any consolation, I talked to Amor. She hardly ever uses her magic at all and she agreed to help them rehabilitate. To adjust to living without horns. I'm... I'm not ready to face them in the hospital myself. I'm sorry."
That was something she couldn't imagine herself, but she hardly doubted what he was saying. She avoids his gaze for a second. "This is tough on a lot of ponies... and I know I can't understand what's happened to them... not completely. But Panacea... she... she said they'd be alright. That's all I can hope for. They'll learn... at least Amor is willing to help them. I'm sure there are other ponies here who would do the same."
She sees the pained expression on his face at mentioning being unable to face them in the hospital. "I'm going to go see them in the hospital soon. You're welcome to join me, if you want... but if you can't... I understand. I can tell them whatever you want me to... or nothing if you'd prefer."
Indigo shakes his head "I... I can't. Not now. I'm sorry. Tell them... that the masons are sorry." He closes his eyes, and after a moment adds. "There is one more thing. When we need to pull down a building in the future, there is a safer way to do it." Indigo pulls out a piece of paper with a simple drawing. "Basically you replace some of the walls with supports, link them to a lever, remove the rest of the walls and pull the lever to collapse the building when there is nopony near it. Just tell architects and mechanics to do it that way next time." The paper has some wet stains on it, but is perfectly readable. "I know it is no consolation and comes too late, but we'll be more careful in the future. Mortar and Amor agree, that this way of demolishing buildings should be safer. It will take more time and effort, but nopony should get hurt in a stupid accident."
She takes a look at the paper and nods. "Yes... that looks like a much better way to handle such situations." She looks up to him. "I know you'll be more careful in the future. Nopony did this on purpose... but it's reassuring to know that this will never happen again..."
"I'm sorry. I... I'll go back to work now." Indigo gets to the craftpony's workshop. Without even fully realizing, how he got there, he works on another rock pot to take his mind off the tragedy. It helps a little, but he still feels absolutely terrible. Eventually, after over two weeks, he visits the patients with Amor. He sees dying Amber and feels sick and tired upon leaving the building. Amor handles the situation much better.
Virtue bids him farewell and turns her attention back to the work orders. She felt... maybe a bit better. Maybe. Seeing Indigo for once without somepony getting in trouble was a relief, but she was no happier for learning how upset he was at the whole thing. Trading one concern for another... but she brushes as much of the worry out of her mind as she could. Indigo would be fine... as would Cross Stitch and Amber. When they were fine, she would be too. She pushes the work orders aside and heads for the door, planning to go see Panacea and her patients. Hopefully there would be some good news there.
She feels a curious set of emotions as she exits and tries to maintain a bit of a straight face. It was reassuring to know that she wasn't the only pony who cared about what happened. Not that she really doubts it of course, but hearing it helps. Everypony would be okay. It would take a while, but they would all be okay.
Post by: Khenal on April 17, 2012, 04:18:30 pm
(Takes place... some time? Obviously not the Rainbow caravan, probably the one before or after.)
Flux was nervous. It's not really unusual for him to be so, but he felt extra nervous this time. He had talked with the bowyer, they said they would be able to repair Jaxler's bow. They also said it'd cost a small fortune. They did, however, say they would accept the piccolo in trade. He walked towards Jaxler's apartment, still trying to figure out what he'd say as he raises a hoof to knock.
"Who's there?" comes Jaxler’s voice.
"Um... It's me, Flux. Can, uh, I come in?"
Jaxler opens his door "Aye flux." Flux smiles at his friend as he enters, looking around for his crossbow. "So, um, how are you doing, Jaxler?"
Jaxler takes a seat on his bed and thinks for a moment. "Pretty good considering that I actually woke up in my bed today"
"That's a good thing, ya?" Jaxler shrugs.
“So... I, uh, wanted to ask about your, um, crossbow." Flux shuffles his hooves. "Have you... tried to get it repaired?"
"I have tried getting it repaired... but I honestly don't have anywhere near enough bits to get it fixed"
"Um... I, uh, talked with the boyer about it. Um... part of a caravan. If you want it repaired... he'll do it."
"If I were to get it repaired I'd need to talk to more than just a bowyer."
"Ya... he said he'd have to, um, outsource a fair bit of the work, but... if you want it repaired, you can."
"Well, regardless I doubt this bowyer knows what my crossbow used to be like before it got into it's current state."
"Well... maybe we should go talk to him and see?"
Jaxler shrugs. "Might as well"
Flux smiles in relief at his friend. "Alright!" Jaxler looks under his bed and brings out his crossbow. "So can you lead the way to this bowyer?"
Flux nods happily and holds the door for Jaxler. He leads Jaxler to the trade depot and to a unicorn with a bushy mustache. The Unicorn perks up, recognizing Flux. "Ah, you've returned! This must be the crossbow you were talking about."
Jaxler walks up the the bowyer and shows him his decrepit weapon. The unicorn nods at Jaxler. "Ah, you must be the gentlecolt Flux here was talking about. Jaxler, right? May I levitate your crossbow for a moment? I'd like to get a feel for the old gal, if you don't mind?"
"Go ahead"
"Thank you kindly. My name's Drawstring, by the by." He levitates the crossbow and gives it the once-over, checking the string and action, the draw and stock. He gives a low whistle as he examines it. "She was a beauty in her prime, wasn't she? Looks like a lot of bits fell off the poor girl over the years, despite the care you've taken."
He levitates it back to Jaxler, satisfied. "I'd be happy to repair your crossbow, though it'll take several days."
"How much is this gonna cost me?"
Drawstring smiles. "Nothing, your friend here already has it covered."
"Okay... then..." Jaxler pauses for a moment before realizing something important. "Before you work on my crossbow you should know that it's stained brown. The wood it's made out of is blood thorn."
The unicorn nods. "Yep, figured that. The heft wasn't right for oak, pine or any of the more conventional woods. Makes her handle like an extension of your hoof, though, don't it? You want it stained brown again?"
"Yes, but before I make this deal with you I need to talk to Flux, in private."
"Of course, of course." Drawstring turns back to his wagon, muttering to himself as he begins to choose tools to get to work if Jaxler agrees. Flux follows Jaxler a few steps away to talk with him, hoping Jaxler isn't upset.
Jaxler sighs. "How much is this going to cost you?"
“Um... just a trade..." Flux scuffs a hoof in the dirt, trying to avoid the question.
"What did you trade?"
Flux mumbles something, still not looking at Jaxler.
"What. Did. You. Trade."
"...my piccolo..."
Jaxler pauses for a second, speechless.
"Damn...you... why did you do this?"
"Um... because you're my friend... and your crossbow means a lot to you..."
Jaxler looks a bit confused, still trying to process what’s happening. "um... thanks"
Flux gives Jaxler a small smile. "So... um, are you... going to let him repair your, uh, crossbow?"
"Ug... oh, yes but I need to specify some things first."
“Um, ok?"
Jaxler walks up to Drawstring. "Before I let you fix my crossbow I want you to tell me exactly what you plan to do to it first."
"I'll be replacing the draw and mechanism to start. Steel is the typical choice, but doesn't look like what she originally had: Only rust from iron on her. She probably had Silver to start with? I'll be magically repairing the stock, it's mostly superficial damage and shouldn't be too difficult. Looks like she had some studs or maybe gems as well, so I'll see about replacing those, too. Oh, and I'll leave the inscription on her, looks important."
"The original draw and mechanism were platinum, and it did have gems encrusted into it, and if your going to replace the gems use black opal. Also, don't mind the studs, I doubt you have the original metal."
"Platinum, eh? What was it studded with, originally? More platinum?"
"No... and I actually know that you don't have the original metal"
"Well now my curiosity is piqued, good stallion. Would you be willing to tell me what the metal was? You'd be surprised what metals I have squirreled away."
"I'd tell you what it was, but those whom obtain such an evil metal are often prone to ill-fate"
"A certain blue and legendary material? Well, if so, the lack shouldn't throw off her balance hardly at all. I might put a few extra black opal to get her right. The platinum draw and mechanism cut into my profits a bit, but a deal is a deal, and I'll still come out ahead. So, shall I get to work?"
"Don't mess with the spots where the studs used to be, and if you’re willing to do that then we have deal."
Drawstring shrugs at Jaxler's odd condition, but big commissions like this tend to have odd requests. "If that's what you want, that's what you'll get." He holds out his hoof to finalize the agreement with a shake.
Jaxler shakes Drawstrings hoof, agreeing. He then gives Drawstring his crossbow. "Also, if this weapon is harmed in anyway when you give it back to me, I... won't... be... happy..."
He smiles. "Should take just a few days, pretty sure that Lustre has some black opals around somewhere. No worries, my fine stallion. I've been doing this for a long time. You'll have your crossbow back in prime condition, I guarantee it!"
"Good." After replying, Jaxler walkes back over to Flux. "Flux, I need to talk with you some more."
Flux looks slightly confused, but doesn't refuse. "Uh, ok?"
"I... if you did this because you feel like you owe me something then you should go call off the deal."
Flux thinks for a few moments, then shakes his head. "I did it because... I think you need your crossbow, Jaxler. It means a lot to you."
"Okay... So, I need to know something, how good are you at smelting?"
“Um... alright, I guess? I don't hold a candle to Cinders, but I'm not too bad. Um, why?"
"If, we're going to get this crossbow repaired, I'm going to need something. I have the raw material but I'd need a furnace operator like yourself to refine it"
"Alright? What do you need smelted?"
"I'll tell you in a less 'public' place than this, like my apartment."
"Uh... alright. If you say so, Jaxler."
Jaxler and Flux make their way back to his apartment. After Jaxler enters the room, he grabs two keys; one hidden under his bed and the other hidden inside his journal. He then walks over to his coffer (which bears two key locks and a combination lock) and unlocks it. "This coffer has some things in it from before I came to Dawnpick."
Flux raises an eyebrow at the security Jaxler has on this particular coffer, but says nothing.
Jaxler starts pulling out random oddities from his coffer and puts them on the floor next to him. He takes out numerous daggers, a long chain chain made of gold, a long spiral horn, and many other strange items before he pulls out a wooden box with another lock on it.
Flux looks at the various things curiously, hoping he's wrong about where the horn might be from. Jaxler also grabs a set of lock picks and starts picking the locked box. "I threw away this Box's key a while ago. This could take a while so if you have any questions about the various items on the ground feel free to ask."
Flux gently prods the horn. "Um... this one?"
"It's a relic from my grandfather's service during the pegasus/alicorn wars"
Flux retreats from the horn like it tried to bite him.
"Grandfather never told me exactly what happened but that horn probably had something to do with him losing his wings and getting paralyzed below the waist."
Flux has no real answer for that, so says nothing. After a few minutes of awkward silence, Jaxler finally picks the box open and pulls out another smaller granite box. Jaxler then takes out of the box a clear glass jug filled with little cyan metallic strands. "Flux, guess how much the contents of this jug is worth."
Flux gapes at the strands, knowing exactly what they are. "Sweet Celestia..."
"What you set your eyes upon at right now is truly the most unholy metal in known existence. This metal is the work of wars. To bring just a single bar of this god-forsaken element from the depths of fire cost an uncountable number of lives . This blue abomination is a true demon. Now Flux, guess how much this jug is worth"
"... a lot? I... more than all of Dawnpick?"
Jaxler laughed and added "Now guess how much my crossbow used to be worth."
"...Even more?"
"Yep now, guess who's supposed to melt these metal strands down."
"Um... me? Are you sure you wouldn't rather Cinders do that? He's a lot better than I am. I've only heard theories about how to work with adamantine."
"Why would I trust Cinders with something like this? I don't even know the pony."
Flux is speechless for a few moments. Eventually, he finds his voice again. "And... um... after I m-make a wafer from the strands?"
“I'll need somepony to make it into studs for my crossbow"
"Studs? Um... I think I could cast those?"
"Good." Jaxler starts putting the jug back into it box. "If you don't mind I'm gonna hold on to these till I get my crossbow back. It's safer with me." Jaxler moved over and started putting all his oddities back into the coffer except for the gold chain.
"Um... ya. I'll need to get a, uh, special crucible for it also. I don't want to lose any of... that by sticking to the sides."
"If you need to buy one then I'd be happy to pay for it."
"I'll ask Glaze. I don't think he'll charge if I tell him it's for the smelter."
"That's good... man, these next couple days are gonna be so weird without my crossbow"
"Um... you're gonna be alright?"
“Yeah, I still got my brass horseshoes and this chain as weapons. It's just kinda strange, not carrying around my crossbow everywhere I go. The last time I went more than a day without my crossbow was when I was in the hospital, but even then I was unconscious for half the time."
“Well, um... just think about how nice it'll be after it gets fixed up?"
"I will, and thanks"
"Any time, Jaxler. Um, you're my friend. I like to see my friends happy."
Flux smiles at Jaxler, who returns with his own slight smile.
Post by: Psalms01 on April 17, 2012, 09:09:02 pm
((1st of Timber in the 258 year of the Mythic Age))
((Amor & Jaxler “Bar” Scene))
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The Dining Hall was empty, lone for ponies down on their luck, Amor was one such luckless pony. The Mare was drowning her qualms with the worse liquor for the job, water. The thing that raked the Little Pony’s mind was that giving up her alias as Kiln was not the hard part, it was reclaiming herself. By the Crown’s will she had taken the pseudonym in the year 249, traveled to places like Bangkolt, Gecekondu and many others. Here In Dawnpick she wanted to be free from it but unfortunately, a pony was making her regret it; learning of her new friend’s involvement in the reserves had left her mind disquiet.
Amor’s heart was at command of her body but her mind raced with visions of rage. Curse the water purifier, flood this place; cast a sinkhole under Virtue’s keep or simply stab that asinine blue Unicorn in the back with a crossbow bolt. The mere thoughts ached her soft heart as she peered down into the mug of water. “Old Master was right; we sow our own sorrow.” The mare whispered into her mug before finishing its contents in a swig. She usually avoid setting in a belligerent Pegasus’s chair but her mind was too clouded.
Jaxler entered the meeting hall with a barrel of booze. He had put with a day of long patrols and target practice and was ready to go drink away another night. But as soon as he reached his favorite seat he was surprised to see another pony sitting there. “Aye Kiln, that’s my seat.”
Amor was too deep in her own world to hear the Pegasus behind her, not to add that calling the mare by her abandoned alias was in vain. Maybe I was mistaken, to give-up what I had and detachment was better then this pain. She thought, ignoring the stallion behind her and looking into her empty mug.
Jaxler poked the back of the mare hoping to get her attention. “HAY, Kiln this is my seat.” Jaxler figured that if she wouldn’t respond to that then she was probably drunk as a dwarf. “Are you smashed or something?”
The metallic mare was dead to the world and stuck between two chores: fill up her mug or set there and think. One day there is going to be a siege and he is going come back with a bolt jammed in his skull. Amor was busy reflecting over her century plus life as to why things still do not go her way, too deep in thought to notice the actions of the stallion behind her.
Jaxler was starting to get fed up with Kiln’s unwillingness to respond. Jaxler slammed his forehoof into the table infront of her. “KKKKKIIIIIIIILLLLLLLLNNNNNNN!!! ARE YOU THERE, THAT’S MY BUCKING SEAT!” He then started shaking his seat violently hoping to snap kiln out of her trance. “YO, DA’ BUCK AREN’T YOU RESPONDING!”
The world outside Amor’s mind is disturbed and an unstable equilibrium follows, the mare jumps up and lands to Jaxler’s right. Where am I, whose present, what weapons are… The mare reflects until she sights the guards-pony’s crossbow and is traumatized. He may as will be the one who killed her. Considering but her heart and knowledge of the truth gets the best of her. “Sorry, I… was distracted.” She says before grabbing the empty mug with her teeth from the wooden table and heads for the exit. “Also, I prefer Amor.” The mare mouthed.
Jaxler sat down in his seat and laid the barrel of booze to his left. “Before you go ‘Amor’, do you mind telling me what’s bothering you? If I could yell at you that much without a response then either you’re drunk, or something is really troubling you.” Jaxler then took a swig of booze.
The mare turns back around, pondering at the situation and how best to proceed. She then ambles to the opposite of Jaxler’s barrel, takes a chair and places her mug on the table. “Understand I care not for boozes…” Amor speaks but her voice trails off. “Are you certain you want to know my troubles?” asking as she stares at the mug and turns to face Jaxler.
Jaxler took a swig of booze. “I know of trouble and knowing yours really wouldn’t bother me too much.” Jaxler took another swig “So go ahead and tell me what;s on your mind. For all you know I might be able to help.”
Amor takes an inhale and talks. “Ok… just learned that my only friend in Dawnpick has become a part of some reserves. I know he can handle himself, but I thought that before and lost somepony… dear to me.” The mare said with wet eyes as she rolls the mug around on the table with her left hoof. The wounds were old making it not too grueling to talk about, but it was the fresh ones she would sustain if anything would happen to Indigo.
Jaxler took a long swig of booze and started to think. “So, what you’re telling me is that you’re worried about your friend will get hurt. Well have you talked to him about it, and if so what did he say?”
The Pegasus’s words pains her as she thinks of all the things to say against Indigo’s involvement into the reserves. Death, maiming and mental trauma could come out of it; He could spill innocent blood or that of his companions and worse that he may never come back. She looks at the boozed stallion and answers. “I can not argue with someone I believe in and he just wants Dawnpick to proper in the only way he knows how… This world does not revolve around me, I can not deny others’ what they will just because I see the least bit wrong in their actions.” Her voice rises above her usual level but as always not carried but a few hooves span away. “And he has a temper and I do not want our friendship to end because of a petty desire of mine.” Amor lays her head on the table and huffs.
I’If you’re this concerned about it then I wouldn't call this pettey. You should talk to him, but if it makes you feel any better I haven’t died and I’ve been in the guard sense it was founded, and I haven’t killed anypony yet. Also, you forget that nopony in the militia or guard have ever died.”
“…I could talk more about it with him… just for the last decade he is the only friend I can claim.” Her upper jaw weighs on the lower jaw pressed against the table suppressing her speech. That record of no causality could change at any time. The mare huffs at the thought. “And I do not want to lose him to something stupid such as resentment delivered by a bolt of one of our own…” Amor picks her head up fearing what she just said and where this conversion could take her.
Jaxler started leaning back in his seat.“As long as Partisan is commander of the guard and I’m the second in command, I can promise you that we will not shoot at our own troops out of malice.” Jaxler took another swig of booze before continuing “Also, If you’re lacking in friends, I’m always willing to make a new acquaintance.”
The mare peers at the stallion beside her and loses herself. “Can you promise me that he wouldn’t catch a bolt from some irate hunter who holds a grudge… or… promise me that he won’t die from something more stupid than a Badger-pony theft?” Amor seemed incapable or unwilling to raise her voice barely above a talk in the rant. Why do ponies fight wars when they are just as busy fighting each other in the homefront? She contemplates and snaps out of it by Jaxler’s observation remark. Once I spied this Pegasus as a broken stallion but now see a booze-fueled fire in his eyes. Friendship would be nice, and is this too far along to excuse myself and curtsey out of here. Amor dwells in her mind for a moment. “Jaxler, is it? Making a friend sounds nice at this time, but forgive me for saying; it could just make my problems worse.” The Unicorn’s voice returns to her normal but see returns her gaze to her mug.
“Meh, your loss. Also, I can’t promise you that he won’t get hurt, but I can promise that as long as i’m second in command of the guard I will personally try by best to ensure that your friend will not get hurt. And seeing how my best has kept this fort safe for the last 3 years, I doubt your friend will get hurt so long as I’m a guardspony.” Jaxler took another drink of booze.
The metallic colored Unicorn ponders as she spends her mug. “Thank you Jaxler, for your consideration and the talk… maybe later we could have a friendship, but at this time I would like to focus on keeping one first. Her hoof stops the mug and the mare gets up from the wooden chair. “Jaxler, it has been a pleasure, but it is very late for me. It… would be nice to talk with you again.” Amor said sheepishly as she curtseys, than grabs the mug and heads for the door.
Jaxler took note that Amor was leaving. “Tell Indigo I said hi”
Amor does not even mentally flinch at Jaxler’s perception, turns around and she mouths with the mug between her teeth. “That Jaxler says hi, I will.” The mare sets off once more for the doors.
- - -
Jaxler spent the rest of the night drinking, as usual and didn’t stop until he blacked out. He didn’t think twice about his encounter with Amor, or how strange it was that she changed her name all of a sudden, but he figured that he wasn’t one to complain about others changing their name. Jaxler woke up the next day with a splitting headache and a strange bruise on his foreleg while laying in a pine tree.
- - -
Amor leaves the Legendary Dining Hall, proceeds to the well for a drank in the autumn moon-lit night and back to her room thinking along the way. Within Dawnpick’s walls is a different realm than what is experienced outside, no pony here holds a grudge against the military. In her bed the mare thinks more on the dilemma before finally getting sleeping. The next day she finds lying in a pine tree the same dark colored Pegasus she had the pleasure of talking to the night before. The Unicorn finds herself speaking more with the guards-pony but avoids the stallion at best.
- - -
Post by: Khenal on April 17, 2012, 09:19:08 pm
I head towards Jaxler's apartment, feeling a mix of excitement and nervousness. The custom crucible was no problem, and I had managed to take a mold of a stud that the armorers use. Drawstring had finished with Jaxler's crossbow, and just in time, too. Their caravan was waiting on me to pick it up so they could go. I'd miss the piccolo... but Jaxler needed his crossbow more than I needed the piccolo. With the bag of studs and the crossbow in my saddlebags, I knock on Jaxler's door.
Post by: jaxler on April 17, 2012, 09:24:37 pm
Jaxler yelled from inside his room "WHO'S THERE?"
Post by: Khenal on April 17, 2012, 09:28:23 pm
I jump a bit at his yell, but answer.
"Um... It's Flux. Can I come in?"
Post by: jaxler on April 17, 2012, 09:34:44 pm
Jaxler had until recently been in bed resting, but upon realizing that Flux was outside he was filed him with excitement. He got up out of bed instantly and completely ignored his splitting head ache. But, before walking up to the door Jaxler grabbed a dagger out from under his pillow. "You made sure you weren't followed here, correct?"
Post by: Khenal on April 17, 2012, 09:44:37 pm
I look around, seeing nopony paying attention to me.
"Uh... yes? Er, no? Um... nopony followed me, I mean."
Post by: jaxler on April 17, 2012, 09:48:36 pm
"Good" Jaxler then opened up the door, but still had his dagger out. "Come on in"
Post by: Khenal on April 17, 2012, 09:53:39 pm
I quirk an eyebrow at the dagger, but follow Jaxler inside anyway, closing the door behind me.
"Um... they finished with your crossbow, and I, uh... have the studs, also."
Post by: jaxler on April 17, 2012, 10:00:21 pm
Jaxler closes his door and sighs. "Good, then i guess that means we can get my crossbow back to it's original condition..." Jaxler then walked over to his cabinet laid the rusty barbed dagger on it. "So... I Guess I should reattach those Studs."
Post by: Khenal on April 17, 2012, 10:04:11 pm
I nod and set my saddlebags on the table as well, carefully pulling out Jaxler's refurbished crossbow. It really was a thing of wonder, and Drawstring had done a wonderful job restoring it. Platinum draw and mechanism, making it very wear resistant. Encrusted with black opal to distract any foe, and balance the weapon. I also pull out the unassuming bag, containing the adamantine studs.
Post by: jaxler on April 17, 2012, 10:13:26 pm
Jaxler stood there awestruck to see his crossbow completely repaired. The old crossbow looked like something out of a dream. It looked exactly like it did when he first found it (but without the studs). "It... It... It looks almost exactly like it did... 28 years ago..."
Post by: Khenal on April 17, 2012, 10:20:45 pm
I smile at Jaxler, and shake a few studs from the bag. I then step back a little, giving him some room to reunite with his old friend.
Post by: jaxler on April 17, 2012, 10:42:22 pm
Jaxler stood there a few moments before walking up to the table and picking up his weapon. For the first time in years he wasn't inspecting it for damage but was inspecting the quality of his most prized and for a while his only possession. he pulled back the string, looked over each inch of the weapon and sighed with nostalgia when he was done. "T-thank you... thank you... thank you..."
Post by: Kryptid on April 18, 2012, 02:19:51 am
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Post by: Maklak on April 18, 2012, 03:57:13 am
4th Obsidian, 259
(( 12th Hematite, 259 would be more like it, but Virtue mentions the liaison arriving soon, so 4th Obsidian it is. 4th Obsidian is after Stiletto left, but before the dragon and Rainbow Pony Massacre. 12th Hematite would be after Jaxler joined the reserves, but before the fishing pier accident. ))
(( I'm not quite happy with this scene, but want to push it out nonetheless. ))
Indigo walks into Virtue's office. He knocks, then enters. "Lady Virtue, I'd like to talk to you about something."
"Indigo?" she asks, recognizing his voice, while still occupied returning some books to their shelves. She turns to see him. "What's the matter?"
"Well, as Dawnpick grows, so does the amount of work needed to administer it." Indigo gestures to the various papers. "You manage just fine so far, but at some point you are going to need some kind of secretary or assistant. There is also one matter, you just can't handle: justice. I propose, that you lift some of that weight from your withers and share it with other ponies. Starting with appointing a judge. I'm sorry if it sounds rude, but I need to be frank and you need to hear this."
It felt like somepony had run an icepick into her gut for a moment, but she manages to rally just as quickly. He was right of course, and she knew it. That still didn't make it easy to hear, though. "I... I know..." she says, lowering her eyes.
"Well, the problem is, you are being way to permissive and justice needs to be unwavering. Delegating it completely to another pony will do both you and this town a lot of good."
That was something that was hard to argue with. She hated administering justice, no small part of which because she knew she was terrible at being impartial. She idly taps a hoof on her desk as she thinks. "But... who else is there to do it? Partisan?"
"Partisan is good as a guard, but in my opinion he is much to lenient to be a judge. A judge needs to stick both to the letter and the spirit of the law, be harsh and unwavering enough to do justice, but not cruel, smart enough to get to the truth and not be easily fooled by lies... Also, somepony we can all trust to do the job. I'm sorry, I don't have any propositions for you. And I certainly don't volunteer." I have enough responsibilities as it is. Besides, I could make a passable prosecutor or investigator, but I'd rather leave judging to others. After a short pause he adds. "And there is another reason, not to make Partisan the judge. Call me paranoid, but in your position, I wouldn't give too much power to any single pony under you. It is better to share it among a few of them."
Hearing that Indigo wasn't volunteering was a bit of a relief. Maybe he really didn't want to do it. She knew she didn't. But even if he did want to, he was surely smart enough to see the trouble it would cause, if he was appointed judge. "Yes... that's the sort of pony we'd need for the job. And you're probably right about Partisan" She gives a tiny sigh. "I don't know who else to pick though. To my knowledge nopony else in town is even all that familiar with the law, but I suppose if they have the law books most of the work is just reading off punishments." She frowns slightly. "I trust most everypony in Dawnpick... but I don't even know who would volunteer for such a thing..."
"My Lady, it is not my place to tell you what to do. Only offer suggestions. I've spoken to you about punishments multiple times, and not only did you consistently handle the matter poorly, I could see how you hated doing even that. Completely delegating justice to another pony will lift that weight from your withers and you already worry about a lot of things. Besides, unless we get a proper law enforcement soon, some ponies will get even more audacious and do whatever they want, without worrying about the consequences. I'm sure, you wouldn't want that."
She shakes her head and slumps back in her chair slightly. "No, of course not." Then an idea strikes her. Maybe she wouldn't have to pick somepony after all. She could petition Coupledye, maybe they could send somepony for the job, or at least somepony to come, pick out a suitable judge and train them. Or she could wait to speak with the liaison who would be arriving in the next few weeks.... "Wait... perhaps a better idea would be to ask Coupledye? We could ask for them to send an arbitrator... somepony whose job it is to do this sort of thing? The liaison should be arriving soon, I could send a letter back then."
Indigo smiles at her, then nods. "Yes, that's a good idea. Especially if there aren't any good candidates in Dawnpick. A pony from outside will be more impartial than somepony who made friends here." He won't know ponies around here, but that's easily remedied with time. Mm... it is something of a shot in the dark, but whoever they appoint can't possibly be worse than Virtue or Partisan. Before leaving Indigo says "Goodbye and please think about it."
(( So at some time an unclaimable migrant will be appointed a judge and justice will be more properly administered. ))
Post by: Maklak on April 18, 2012, 05:04:50 am
Late summer, 259
(( Before Stiletto left, probably after Fauchard arrived. ))
(( I wanted this as an alternative to war on Rainbow Ponies, but it didn't quite work that way. ))
The monthly meeting of squad captains with Virtue was boring as always, but these meetings were necessary to coordinate the military. They talked about supplies first; Halberd updated the stocks of armour and weapons, and Partisan asked for more bolts. After that they gave reports of training progress, injuries, anything dangerous that the patrols spotted and any fights since the last meeting. When they are done, Virtue asks "Is there anything else, you want to talk about?" Everypony is bored and just wants to go back to their duties, but Indigo rises a hoof. "I know it sounds crazy, but I think, we should we should explore the caverns."
Halberd snorts and gives Indigo a scornful look. "What for? There are at least five of those monsters down there. If you want to go, be my guest, but don't expect me to send anypony from the militia down there without a very good reason."
Naginata nods. "Falcata nearly died last time one of those things got out. We don't have any reason to go down there and give them another chance."
Partisan raises an eyebrow. "And besides, if we've got the top cavern layer sealed off nicely with the trap system."
Virtue sighs mentally. It sounded as if it was going to be another one of those days. Maybe this wouldn't devolve into a bickering argument between Halberd and Indigo. Neither pony seemed to be too keen on giving up on their positions. "I agree... heading into the caverns is very dangerous. Why would we want to do that?"
"Yes, I know it is dangerous, and we have the airlock. That's why I said, it is crazy, but the militia handled the caverns, when we had less training and worse equipment. I think we should be able to make it without losses. As to why, there are multiple reasons:
We can kill any dangerous things around that are left. This will show those beasts that we are not afraid of them, and may make them think twice before trying to molest us in the future. A military success on this scale will make civilians feel safer and raise morale. It did a while ago.
Unicorns can put magical alarms in the explored sections, so next time something comes too close to the mines, we will at least have an idea where is it, and how dangerous it is. ((Basically revealing caverns by exploring does this, but it adds some in-RP explanation.))
Finally there are resources in the caverns; gems, ores, spider silk, as well as some kind of plants. If we can find enough choke points to wall of a large section of a cavern, and maybe put some traps in the way of underground monsters, we will have safe access to those resources. Last time we needed spider silk, it ended in a small expedition." answers Indigo.
The captains look at each other questioningly. Virtue breaks the awkward silence by saying, "That... is true. I still shudder to think what would have happened, if we didn't manage to get that silk... but it is still a significant risk."
Halberd grunts and turns his gaze to Indigo. "Alright, suppose we do decide to go down there to gather more rare supplies. What happens when somepony gets killed? It still seems too dangerous to be worth the gain."
Naginata frowns. "Last time we tried to breach the caverns, one of the miners and Falcata nearly died. We'd need a better approach this time. Gathering more silk might be worthwhile, and there is a lot of gold down there, from what I hear..."
"Well, I've talked to some Rainbow Ponies about it a few years back and they told me, that the deeper you go, the more dangerous it is. The risk is indeed significant, therefore if we are going to do this at all, we should focus on the cavern closest to the surface." Indigo frowns "I believe two squads of soldiers can handle those monsters without losses."
Partisan nods. "We've already got the trap set up there, so we could probably kill any monsters safely there. The guard and I could either guard the entrance after that or just watch the surface if it's all clear."
Halberd cuts his eyes to Partisan. "Leaving the militia to actually fight the creatures down there? I'd rather have crossbow support in the caverns. If we're doing this, you're coming in with us." He looks to Indigo. "And what about you? This is your idea, want to put your own flank in trouble?"
Indigo rises his brow. "Oh? You've seen us training, and told we are not ready for battle, to put it politely. Even if you give us better equipment, anything dangerous to your squad will kill the reservists. Besides, if you all go down there, some ponies still have to guard the surface. I believe my squad is ready to handle whatever thieves manage to get through the traps. Anyway, if I may make a suggestion, I recommend that Captain Naginata's squad lead the expedition."
Naginata turns her head and gives him a surprised expression. "Why us?"
"Because you command Stiletto, and she is ridiculously dangerous. Besides, I mentioned the magical alarms, and her magic is very strong. I'm sure, she can learn the spell quickly." says Indigo.
Halberd gives him a small chuckle and an icy look. "You're not being all that subtle about trying to get her killed, you know."
Indigo: "WHAT?! No! Even suggesting this... Look, I said I wanted her exiled, not dead. And even if I did, she isn't going there alone, and I certainly wouldn't be willing to sacrifice other ponies, just to be rid of her. Besides, while I disrespect her as a fellow pony and despise her debauchery, I'm still willing to stand with her against any outside threats. And stop this silly witch hunt already! Do I have to explain to you, how loyalty works?" She will be out of sight for a while and walling off the caverns may slow down the construction of her mansion, but to actually gamble her life against other ponies, would be insane. Killing ponies to protect them is not what this is about. Just when I consider her to be more of an asset than a liability and want to put that big horn of hers to some use, he accuses me of planning a murder... just after he suggested sending the reservists on the front lines against monsters.
"Sure," Halberd responds before giving him an indignant snort.
"Me against my brother. Me and my brother against my cousin. Me and my familly against my clan. Me and my clan against my nation. Me and my nation against outsiders. And whatever allies I can get against monsters." explains Indigo.
Halberd glowers at him. "I'm not here to listen to riddles. What does that mean? You trying to pick a fight with somepony here?"
"No, it means that while I have some disagreements with a lot of ponies, I'm willing to put them aside, if need be and expect the same." says Indigo, frowning and looking at Halberd.
The glower softens a bit as he leans back in his chair. "You'll quickly find that combat erases any trivial differences you think you might have with somepony..."
Virtue frowns and interrupts the brewing fight by saying, "Please... let's stay on the topic. Let's talk a bit more about what the goals are and how we're going to go about doing this..." At least Indigo seemed to be willing to move past this whole fiasco. The sooner it was behind all of them, the better.
"Right, right," Naginata replies. Stiletto's lifestyle didn't set with her perfectly either, but she wasn't about to throw the mare into a situation needlessly endangering her life. She was a fine soldier and deserved respect for that if nothing else. "Perhaps we should ask the other soldiers about this? If it's going to be a somewhat unnecessary risk, they should at least get a say in the matter."
Halberd nods. "I doubt any of them would turn it down, but we may as well." He looks to each other pony in the room. "But while we're still being hypothetical, we may as well iron out the details before we drag them into it..."
"Not just the soldiers, I'm sure Chic, Diamond Shard, Mortar, Amor, Fauchard and maybe a few others will have things to say. And of course the final decision is Halberd's." Nods Indigo.
Indigo is mostly silent for the rest of the conversation. Virtue is relieved that she managed to quell an argument for once and that it looked like Indigo was going to put his vendetta against Stiletto behind them. The captains discuss the details. They are going to do this, but decide to tell their soldiers first.
The plan turns out as follows: Partisan's squad gets steel bolts. Reservists are mobilised, armed and armoured and defend the surface. All 3 squads of military meet at the airlock and move together, scouting the first level of the caverns quickly, killing things, mapping the area and placing magical alarms. When they are done, there will be another meeting over a map to decide what to do next. Walling off a section of the caverns is a possibility, but will require a camp in the caverns (a couple beds set as barracks, a couple more set as dormitory, a few chairs and tables, some food and drink, maybe a bolt stockpile, a burrow). For maximum efficiency miners would have to dig up stones on the spot, masons build walls section by section, and at least one squad defend them at all times.
Post by: jaxler on April 18, 2012, 04:59:08 pm
Jaxler was walking to the hospital. He had to check up on somepony that he really didn't like, but he felt accountable for being unable to keep that pony from getting hurt. So once he entered the hospital he looked around and found who he was looking for. "Aye Kat!"
Post by: vkiNm on April 18, 2012, 05:08:43 pm
Kat wasn't having a good day at all.. One, some rainbow pony pointed a crossbow at her baroness's face 2 days ago. Two, She didn't get to stay to fight til the end. Three, She knows full well Virtue's messed-up after that mentally..
"Aye Kat!" Four...
oh today isn't going to be a good day..
Kat groans quietly in her bed, still not looking well. "Morning Jaxler.." she greets back, turning only her face to see him, not wanting to sit up from her bed or anything like that.
Post by: jaxler on April 18, 2012, 05:12:59 pm
Jaxler was relived that Kat didn't seem to messed up from the encounter.
"Kat, Are you okay?"
Post by: vkiNm on April 18, 2012, 05:16:48 pm
"well, I won't be dying yet hopefully. Wing's still not moving and Panacea still wanting me to stay in hospital and my hoof is starting to get nastily infected.. But otherwise I guess I'm fine." Kat answered as she shows him her bandaged wing and hoof. "Heh, feel silly to be the only pony on our side that got hurt."
Post by: jaxler on April 18, 2012, 05:23:37 pm
"Please, don't feel bad about it. I was the one who couldn't shoot fast enough to keep you from getting a broken hoof and a mangled wing."
Post by: vkiNm on April 18, 2012, 05:31:24 pm
Kat give him a little 'it's okay' smile. "Hey, atleast you were fast enough to keep me from getting my head bashed in and turn my brain into some mushy mush mush."
Post by: jaxler on April 18, 2012, 05:47:32 pm
"Yeah, and I spend years using my crossbow and the moment I see a Subordin... Pony getting attacked I fail too shoot fast enough to keep them from getting a mangled wing and broken hoof."
Post by: vkiNm on April 18, 2012, 06:21:05 pm
"I'm just glad you shot at all. we wouldn't be talking here today if you didn't shoot right?"
Post by: jaxler on April 18, 2012, 06:22:36 pm
"yeah, and we could be talking somewhere other then here in a hospital if I would have been a better markspony."
Post by: vkiNm on April 18, 2012, 06:26:28 pm
Kat face-hoofed a little from her resting position..
"Right.. is there anything in particular you need from me or want to talk to me about that brings you here Jaxler?"
Post by: jaxler on April 18, 2012, 06:37:37 pm
"I wanted to know if you would still be able to fly after your wing heals"
Post by: vkiNm on April 18, 2012, 06:41:13 pm
Kat let out a smile, giving him signs that it's going to be pretty good. "Yeah, Panacea says I'll be just fine. I think I was pretty lucky that was a Hammerpony not an Axepony. Or worse.. Still though, The Armor didn't really help against the Hammer at all.. I'm Lucky i didn't have any broken ribs or something."
Post by: jaxler on April 18, 2012, 06:52:42 pm
"good... also can you please promise me that the next time you get in a fight you won't end up dead. I'm not a guard anymore so I won't be able to save you if you get another crushed wing."
Post by: vkiNm on April 18, 2012, 07:00:29 pm
"Heh, never thought you'd still be worried about me Jaxler. That's.. nice." Kat said. scooting herself against her pillow a little to get herself up just a bit. "Alright, I'll see about not dying in the Next fight. But I expect to see you there aswell with your crossbow loaded and plenty of ammo. Alright?"
Post by: jaxler on April 18, 2012, 07:08:50 pm
"Sorry, but if by saving I you was breaking the law by being a vigilante, I should probably avoid fighting."
Post by: vkiNm on April 18, 2012, 07:12:43 pm
"You save ponies's lives by fighting Jaxler. I think that's worth breaking a few laws for. Don't you think so?"
Post by: jaxler on April 18, 2012, 07:17:45 pm
"It is... but I hope you realize that to save your life I had to end another. I personally hate the idea of playing god and deciding who's life is more valuable, and will try to avoid being in a situation where I haft to chose."
Post by: vkiNm on April 18, 2012, 07:31:59 pm
"Heh, I thought you don't believe in them. But i understand what you're saying, A mare's got to fight for her own life right? Can't always expect to be saved over and over again."
Post by: jaxler on April 18, 2012, 07:44:55 pm
"Gods ether don't exist or are so cruel that they don't deserve our praise and attention, and I sure as hell hate those who would dare wish to aspire to such a demon... But I already was forced to chose and I chose that a pony from Dawnpick was valuable then one who's not, when I promised to protect the ponies of Dawnpick with my life. So, feel free to expect me to save you over and over again."
Post by: vkiNm on April 18, 2012, 07:55:31 pm
"Didn't you just say you would try to avoid being in a situation like that anyway?"
Post by: jaxler on April 18, 2012, 08:01:54 pm
"I'll avoid fighting... but when I said I'd protect this fort I made this fort and its citizens problems my own. So, I won't be able to avoid fighting if Dawnpick is fighting. I'll haft to fight. So I guess I'll just need avoid getting in anymore verbal contracts."
Post by: vkiNm on April 18, 2012, 08:04:03 pm
"Yeah.. That sounds like a good idea. You do that."
Post by: jaxler on April 18, 2012, 08:05:33 pm
"Yeeeaahhh... So, how long til' your allowed to walk around again?"
Post by: vkiNm on April 18, 2012, 08:09:16 pm
Kat taps a hoof at her chin for a little moment.. "Hmm... Not sure myself.. Panacea says she couldn't tell when she'll let me go just yet. I feel fine though!.. well.. except for the infected hoof.."
Post by: jaxler on April 18, 2012, 08:20:07 pm
"Well, I hope you get out soon. I should probably go head off to meeting hall. I kinda put off drinking so I could come here."
Post by: vkiNm on April 18, 2012, 08:22:18 pm
"Hehe, that must be something. Thanks Jaxler, You go have a good time drinking alright? I'll just be here resting."
Post by: jaxler on April 18, 2012, 08:31:31 pm
"see you later Kat" Jaxler then made his way for the door.
Post by: Telgin on April 18, 2012, 10:37:46 pm
Virtue is still lying in a broken heap on the ground in front of the trade depot, covering her face and sobbing at... everything. By now Harvest Moon has arrived at the scene and sees his wife crying. He darts over to her and cradles her, looking up to the ponies around him. "What the buck happened!?" he demands.
Glaive at the sound of the fighting rushes to the source weapons ready, armor clanking as he runs. He reaches the scene and sees a dozen ponies of all types slaughtered before him, they weren't soldiers, they looked like the merchants from the Rainbow Coalition, 'Shit. What the buck happened here.'
Jaxler stood there silent with a somber look on his face.
Harvest Moon turns his attention to Glaive, then to Sarissa. "What happened? Surely one of you saw it."
"We did what we had to..." Sarissa answers as she looks slightly to the side.
Friesden hops down the corridor after mister Glaive.
Harvest Moon's face shifts to disbelief. "Did what you had to?" He looks at all of the dead ponies, then back to his sobbing wife. "This... explain..."
Jaxler stood there silent with a somber look on his face and gazed over at Harvest Moon.
"Meow meow meo-" Friesden stops short as she sees all the ponies looking really badly hurt.
Glaive walks carefully past the bodies to Sarissa. "I'm sure of that. But that wasn't what I asked. 'What the BUCK happened.' These aren't soldiers they were traders they came in peace. WHAT HAPPENED?"
"They...they would have killed our lady!" her eyes narrow as she feels frustration build, "One of the crazies aimed their crossbow right in her face! All I did was disarm the freak, and that started everything!"
Virtue curls up more tightly in her husband's grip at the memory, but she doesn't manage to say anything.
Jaxler walks over to the pony he killed and starts searching it, acting completely oblivious to those around him.
Glaive looks over to Lady Virtue, "They, Why would they do that?" But Glaive then stands stunned. 'Friesden. She was right behind me when... ' he turns around to look to see if the filly followed him. Friesden is standing stock still, not moving, not actually understanding why all the ponies are shouting instead of helping.
Sarissa groans, "They thought we killed their diplomat, and that made them get all crazy! They jumped to conclusions!"
Glaive rushes over to put himself between Friesden and the grizzly scene. "Friesden you shouldn't be out here. You need to go inside."
Harvest Moon stands silently for a moment. "They think we did what? Why would we do such a thing? This... this is unbelievable!" He looks over to the corpses. "How many are injured? Dead?"
"They're all dead" Jaxler responds.
Sarissa takes a look at the bodies. "I don't know...12 maybe?" she says rubbing her head as her eyes dart from one body to another. She turns back to Harvest Moon, "The guy DID die, but we don't know why. He just keeled over in the dining hall. So then they start with this 'poison' nonsense..."
Jaxler continued to search his kill showing some disgust on his face from Sarissa's lack of respect
"Gods help us..." Harvest Moon whispers under his breath. He kneels next to his wife and tries to encourage her to her hooves. "Virtue... Virtue... are you alright?"
She resists the attempts initially, but at her husband's encouragement, she stops crying and weakly gets up. "No... I'm not."
Harvest Moon frowns and drapes a wing across her back. "Come on... let's get you home... I'll handle this..."
"Mister Glaive? What...What happened?" Friesden asks.
Sarissa shook her head. Friesden didn't need to see this. She was too young. Jaxler continued to search his kill, trying to ignore the foals ignorance. Glaive looks down at the filly. "I..I'll explain later, for now. You need to go inside. Go...Go find Dad, or Falcata, tell them I said to stay with them for awhile okay." "Virtue, stay I have more questions for you."
"Aren't...Aren't we going to help the ponies? They look like they're hurt..."
"Let the mare leave..." Jaxler says to Glaive.
Harvest Moon gives Glaive a questioning look at first, but Virtue interrupts the motion by dropping out from beneath his wing and turning to face him. "What is it?" she asks in a weak voice.
Sarissa returns her ax and shield to the sides of her flanchards, "There's nothing more I can do here. I'm going to check on Kat," she mumbles. Sarissa hadn't the best of opinions about Kat due to her involvement with Stiletto's harem, but her feelings would have to take a back seat for now. Kat was an injured fellow warrior, and that took precedent over prejudices.
Glaive shakes his head. "We'll do what we can for them Friesden, please just do as I say."
"I...Okay..." .Friesden starts to slowly walk back inside.
Turning to the Lady Virtue, Glaive says barely audibly. "Is it true. Did we poison him? Did anyone from here do it?"
Virtue keeps her eyes fixed on the ground. "I don't know."
Jaxler finds what he was looking for, a Large copper dagger, Jaxler then mumbles something and turns to Virtue. "If you don't mind I think I'll be taking my leave..." She gives him a quick look, but says nothing. Jaxler starts walking away with a depressed look on his face.
Harvest Moon looks at Glaive. "Of course not! Why would anypony here do something like that?"
Glaive looks at Virtue, examining every pore on her face, trying to see if he could detect any hint of a lie. He could find none. "Okay, I believe that you didn't know about it, if it happened. Do you know if any of the unicorns here could detect poison? If he was assassinated, we need to start an investigation immediately, it may be the only way to avoid war”
Virtue locks eyes with him briefly. "I don't know," she repeats weakly.
Harvest Moon thinks for a moment. "There's sure to be somepony here who could... Wool might. Or Panacea might be able to tell somehow." He looks around for a second. "Somepony go get Wool and see to it that he checks the diplomat over. We need to get to the bottom of this... Kat was hurt right? Panacea should look after her."
Friesden runs into Jaxler as she walks back to Fauchard, her face bowed and not paying attention to her environment. "Oh...Sorry, mister Jaxler."
Jaxler was startled by the foal. "WHA... Oh... Hay there Friesden..."
"Sorry for bumping into you...Why aren't they helping the ponies?"
"Some ponies are beyond help, Friesden," Jaxler responds.
“What do you mean?”
“They weren't hurt Friesden, and nothing anypony could do could heal them.”
"But..."
“But what?”
"But...How could somepony not be able to be helped?"
Jaxler sighed "Nopony can save the dead..."
"They're...they're /dead/?!"
"Yes... they're dead."
"But...but...but...but..."
“But what?”
Friesden runs off in tears to Fauchard's room.
Glaive thinks for a moment, "I..I'll go get Wool. I can't do any good here." He looks to Virtue, "I'm sorry to have blamed you milady. I'll take my leave now." He bows and heads off to find the doctor.
Virtue says nothing but returns to her husband's side. Harvest Moon looks around. "Somepony... somepony go find Indigo and get him to organize the reserves. Get the bodies moved..." he motions to the mess in the trade depot. "And get that mess cleaned up. Just... just move it into the warehouses for now, we'll figure out what to do with it later."
Harvest Moon moves to take his wife home as the gaggle of ponies slowly comply with his request. The boxes and barrels in the trade depot are slowly picked over and they begin to make their way toward storing them in the warehouse as directed.
Sarissa decided not to bother Kat, as she already had Flux for company. She simply asked Panacea for her analysis. It turns out that there was nothing life-threatening about the gray pony's injuries, although she probably wouldn't return to fighting anytime soon. With that bit of knowledge obtained, Sarissa left the hospital and decided to clean the dark red stains from her face and armor.
As the workers begin to move everything inside, the foremost, Hickory notices movement inside the warehouse, and hears what distinctly sounded like somepony whimpering. "Um, hello? Is anypony in here?" She steps around behind an obstructing mass of tables and chairs to find just that: three ponies she didn't recognize. "Wha..."
There is a faint metallic /click/, and before Hickory can take in the scene before her the shadowy form of a pony looms before her and raises an unfamiliar weapon an inch from her nose.
She freezes for a moment before letting out a chilling scream and scrabbling backward. It was another rainbow pony! She was going to /die/! She breaks for the door, stumbling over and noisily destroying several pieces of furniture in the process.
Virtue and Harvest Moon pause in place at the scream and turn to see ponies running to or from the warehouses
Jaxler walks into the room after Friesden. "Friesden... are you okay?"
Friesden runs up to Fauchard and grabs onto one of his legs.
Fauchard hugs the little pony, he'd heard the fighting too and surmised what she had seen. "Friesden, are you okay? Are you hurt?"
"Th-th-th-th-th-th-th-th-the ponies are dead!"
Fauchard hugs the filly and rubs her back with his hoof. "Shh. shh. It's okay, you're going to be fine now." he whispers to her.
Friesden is trembling in terror and unhappiness.
After a splash of cold water begins to wash the crimson stains from her copper fur on her face, Sarissa's reflection on the incident was interrupted when her ears are hit by a shout of fear. Eyes widen in shock as she cancels the clean-up operation and heads off towards the source. Another attack? Had those mutants sent reinforcements?
Just as Glaive finishes telling Wool to perform the autopsy, he hears the scream and rushes out of the hospital to look around.
The figure withdraws into the shadows again. Well this was just /grand/. She'd bring the militia down on them for sure. They needed to move. Now. But, in her condition...
Hickory stumbles out into the open, terror plastered all over her face. "A darkbolt! There's a darkbolt in there! And... and somepony else!" she shouts, stumbling again and diving behind the nearest militia pony
Sarissa ran to the side of the warehouse, scanning the area for any sign of those weird-looking faux ponies. She overhears Hickory's words. "Another darkbolt?!" She almost trips over herself trying to get inside.
Glaive hurries lagging behind Sarissa, but trying to keep up.
Jaxler was saddened by what he had done to the foal and his unwillingness to lie. "Friesden... are you okay... please tell me."
Sarissa gives a quck look over to Glaive, reassured about his presence.
Virtue and Harvest Moon trot back to the unfolding chaos. More screams? No... please no more violence...
As Glaive reaches Sarissa he asks her quietly, "Did you see any of those that fought run in here? If they haven't hurt anypony yet, we need to give them a chance to surrender."
"Surrender? Oh yeah, I'll give them a chance to surrender alright," she whispers in turn. She then begins shouting, "Come on out mutant! If you show yourself now, I may be kind enough not to split your skull in half!"
Glaive curses Sarissa just loud enough for her to hear it before shouting, "Rainbows. Drop your weapons and come out slowly, and you will not be harmed. You have my word."
A voice calls out from within. "I rather like my skull in one piece, thank-you!"
Sarissa sighs internally. We have to show this low-life that we mean business... She draws her weapon, "Ah ha! So you ARE in there! Come before us, slowly..."
"Not a chance, sweetheart!"
"Forgive my comrade's harsh words Rainbow, she is a brute, but I swear to you by all our gods that you will not be harmed if you surrender."
"The others... I hear no fighting. They are all dead, aren't they?"
Sarissa lowers her eyelids at Glaive's description of her, but groans and lowers her weapon in compliance. She would keep a sharp eye out, though, and was ready to raise the ax again at a moments notice.
"Yes they are," Glaive admits.
"You showed them no mercy. Why should I expect different?"
"It's not like they asked for mercy; they threatened our lady!" Sarissa hissed.
Glaive cuts his eyes to Sarissa. "We are ponies sir, not monsters, they were killed in battle, they were not executed. I promise you that if you surrender you will not share their fate. And if it can be said that you harmed none of us then our Lady will let you go free... but if you do not, you will have the full weight of the military of Dawnpick crushing down upon you."
There is another sound from within. A groan of pain. This one is not the speaker, it sounds femnine.
"You got that right!" the copper unicorn grins
Virtue reaches the warehouse, fear replacing the sadness on her face for a moment. "What... what's going on?"
Sarissa pricks her ears at the familiar voice, but keeps facing the inside of the warehouse, "My Lady! We've captured more mutants!"
Glaive speaks but doesn't take his eyes off the entrance. "Milady, there are at least two surviving Rainbows, one Darkbolt male and the other I think is female." He adds, "I have given them a chance to surrender, but if they don't come out soon, I'll go in after them."
Virtue grimaces at the thought and turns to look inside. "Um... h-hello? Who are you? You... you can come out, we won't hurt you... I promise..."
There is conversation from inside. Nopony can make out the words, but a third voice is heard, also female, and much younger.
Sarissa chuckles to herself and licks her lips.
"You... I remember you. You are the lady of this town?" the voice calls from the warehouse.
Virtue nods, as if the listeners could hear her. "Yes, that's right. Baroness Virtue Cookales. I promise you... we're not going to hurt you. Please..." She can see movement in the doorway. A figure makes his way up nearthe doorway, ducking behind crates and furniture. He stops a few meters away.
Sarissa whispers, "I say we demand them to throw their weapons out here first."
Glaive whispers back, "Do we even know they have weapons?"
"Can't take the chance," she answers. The brown mare complies with Virtue's sign.
The figure asks Virtue, "...you have a doctor?"
She makes a small motion for Sarissa and Glaive to back away. "Yes, we have a wonderful doctor. Are you hurt?" She motions for them to join her outside.
Glaive does as his Baroness commands and backs away several feet.
"...My wife... she cannot walk out..." the pony says back to Virtue.
Virtue looks back to everypony. "Somepony... somepony go get Panacea... or Wool. Just get somepony..." she says to the small crowd behind her.
"They could be faking it..." Sarissa mutters
Virtue takes a nervous step inside while she waits for Panacea to come. "It's going to be alright. Panacea is a wonderful doctor." She stops just a few steps inside. "She'll be here in a moment."
Glaive nods, failing to notice Virtue enter the building, "Milady, Sarissa is not wrong. They could just want a hostage. We can't send in Wool or Panacea alone." He hesitates, "I volunteer."
Sarissa grins. "Let me come too! Can't take any chances if they decide to spring for you."
Virtue hesitates at their requests, unsure how that might destroy the diplomacy. She doesn't deny the request.
Panacea arrives and pushes her way through the crowd. "What's going on? Somepony else is hurt?"
There is a loud metallic *click* and Virtue has a weapon trained on her from behind a stack of barrels. "Right there. Not another step. And nopony else, either."
Sarissa widened her eyes to the size of saucers, baring her teeth and brandishing her axe. "SEE!"
Virtue freezes and her eyes go wide. "I-I-It's okay... th-the doctor is here... can she come in?" she manages after a moment.
"...her only. Just the two of you."
Sarissa doesn't move, but shouts in anger, "So help me, if you so much as split a hair on her head, I will rip out your spleen and cram it down your windpipe!"
"And for Luna's sake, not her!" the obscured pony insists.
Panacea gives Glaive and Sarissa a frightened look before stepping carefully inside. "Who's hurt? Where are they?" she questions in a worried voice.
"Doctor?"
“That's me..." She pauses. "Doctor Panacea... can I come take a look?"
Sarissa's body trembles with rage and adrenaline, nervously spinning Elegy with her teeth as she tries to think of some way to strike the enemy without anypony else being harmed.
Glaive grips his axe tightly, 'Shit' he waits for the darkbolt to be distracted, 'any minute now...shit Panacea's going in now? This situation is degenerating fast. Need to do something'
"Coward...coward!" Sarissa shouts.
The pony moves down the line of crates, placing himself out of sight from the doorway, and steps out fully before Virtue and Panacea. He is a large, imposing darkbolt with a deep crimson coat and unkempt black mane, with a well trimmed beard. His bright, emerald green eyes study them both head to toe. He grips a strange, foreign-looking weapon clenched in his jaws.
"A-are you hurt?" Panacea asks.
"...No. My wife has been shot. She's in the back. Follow me, slowly."
She nods and does as he asks. Virtue dithers in place, unsure of what she should do.
Glaive keeps a close eye on the armed pony, he judges the distance between him and the Baroness, 'if he points that thing at her...Yes, I have just enough space. That's what I'll do, hope Sarissa can respond fast enough.'
'Apparently he wants a wound to match hers', Sarissa thinks in response.
He leads Panacea into the back of the warehouse, behind a hastily-constructed barricade where she finds two pegasi huddled together in the corner. The elder of the two has a bone bolt protruding from her abdomen, pinning her wing to her side.
Worry flickers across Panacea's face as she sees the wound. "Oh..." She steps closer and takes a better look. It looked like it missed her spleen, with any luck. This was still probably going to require surgery. "It's going to be alright," she says, giving the two a small smile. "But we've got to get you to the hospital. I can't work in here."
"...How far is that from here?"
"It's just down the road... not far."
Sarissa begins frothing at the mouth and growling.
The stallion is silent for a moment, weighing his options. Slowly, he turns his gaze to Virtue. "...They are unarmed... neither of them has so much as swung a blade in their lives... If... if I lay down my arms here, now... they will be unharmed?"
Sarissa focuses her eyes. Yes, yes. Lay down your arms. That's right...
"You have my word," Virtue assures.
The stallion does not move. "Look at me. Look me in the eyes and swear to me that my family will be alright."
She does as instructed and looks him squarely in the eyes. "I swear upon my life they won't be harmed, and that your wife will be fine."
Slowly, he lowers his head, resting the weapon on the ground, before giving it a good shove with his forehoof, sending it sliding across the floor to Virtue.
Virtue smiles and says, "Thank you, I assure you you're making the right choice." She reaches down and picks the weapon up in her mouth.
"I trust you, lady Virtue. Please don't betray that trust."
Something inside of Sarissa snaps. The guy is unarmed. The time to act is NOW! The brown mare charges inside, a war cry issuing from her mouth, "It's a good thing My Lady only specified that your family will be alright, because I can't say the same for YOU!" She gets ready to strike with her ax.
He rolls out of the way, managing to avoid the blade of Sarissa's axe, but taking the full force of her charge. They tangle together and fall in a heap.
Glaive charges after Sarissa, "Buck!" He tries to keep up with her but with his bad leg she's the faster.
Virtue stares in absolute horror. No.. No! NO!
Glaive reaches the scene and tries to grab Sarissa with his magic, with his legs, with his mouth. "NO!" He desperately tries to keep the two ponies from killing each other.
The telekinetic assault on her motion trips her up, causing to her miss with her initial swing and barrel headlong into the intruder with her body, knocking both to the ground.
"Stop it..." Virtue mutters under her breath, barely audible through the weapon in her mouth. Terror grows on her face.
"There has been too much death already!" Shouts Glaive trying to pull Sarissa away from the unarmed pony.
The darkbolt draws his hindlegs in, trying to buck the mare off of him.
Sarissa tries to grip the stranger, "What are you DOING Glaive?! You should be helping me if anything!"
Glaive doesn't relax his grip on her. "What the buck are you doing? He surrendered, it's over."
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Trying to wrap her forelegs around the darkbolt's neck with a chokehold, she yells back to Glaive, "He threatened our Lady!"
Virtue's face distorts in fury. She drops the weapon and scowls at everypony present. "Stop it! Stop it! STOP IT!" she screams at the three. "STOP IT RIGHT NOW!" she adds, stamping her forehooves into the ground furiously as her face grows even more enraged.
Sarissa pauses and turns to look at the gray Earth Pony, but doesn't relax her grip, "But...but...My Lady..."
Glaive grips Sarissa's forelegs with his magic trying to pull them away from the prisoner's neck.
The darkbolt manages to squeeze one hoof, then the other between Sarissa's forelegs and slowly tries to pry them apart.
The combined effort frees the pony from Sarissa's grasp. Glaive tries to make use of that momentum, such as it is, to throw Sarissa to the space behind him.
Virtue bares her teeth and scowls harder at the fighting ponies. "I SAID STOP IT! THAT'S ENOUGH!" she screams again, stamping her hooves against the floor with all of her weight. One hoof lands on the trigger mechanism of the weapon, discharging it. The bullet tears through the air before tearing through Sarissa's rear leg.
Sarissa throws her head back, mouth gaping in agony, "Son of a MOTHER!" The copper unicorn writhes on the floor, gripping the injured leg with her front hooves.
A shriek of terror follows the shot. "DADDY?!" The younger pegasus bolts out form the barricade, rushing to her father, heedless of the militiaponies gathered around.
Virtue leaps back at the violent discharge, and in an instant the pent up rage of two years of stress drains away to be replaced with fear again. She... she'd just hurt Sarissa! What about Glaive? Or the rainbows?
Glaive stands over Sarissa, "You deserved that." he tosses her weapon away with his magic. "Some pony get the guard and take her away."
The darkbolt rolls to his hooves, sore and bruised, but otherwise unharmed. "Mari, stay behind me!"
"What?! Nng! What hit me?!" Sarissa groans, trying to stop the blood with her front hooves.
Panacea cowers next to the pegasi, scared out of her mind after such a loud sound following the fighting
Glaive looks up to her. "Panacea. Sarissa is hurt. Can't have her bleeding out before we decide what to about her actions just now. Can you take care of her?"
After a moment Panacea rallies and shakily returns to her hooves. She steps over to see Sarissa bleeding badly from her leg. "T-Take her to the hospital... and somepony help me get this one there too," she says, motioning back to the wounded pegasus.
Sarissa's mind starts going through what has happened, but it's too much information to process right now. She'll have to wait and think this over in the hospital, "Somepony...take Elegy back to my room...please..."
Slowly, the stallion relaxes, his daughter still cowering behind him. After another glance to assure himself that nopony else will attack them, he turns and pulls her close, hugging her tightly.
After the adrenaline and rage begin to leave her, Sarissa begins to realize the depth of the situation, "Lock him up in his box too please..." Her eyes begin to sadden.
Glaive steps over Sarissa toward Virtue, "I'll see that it gets there, Sarissa." He bows before the Baroness, "I'm sorry about all this, is there anything else I can do to help?"
Virtue stands motionless. She suddenly felt violently ill, but she manages to keep her lunch down through some miracle. As Glaive addresses her, she nods slowly. "P-Please... make sure his wife gets to the hospital... n-nopony else gets hurt. Please... promise me..."
"As you wish milady." Glaive levitates his shield and both his and Sarissa's weapons to himself. "I shall protect them all with my life."
Sarissa manages to get to her feet, but limps badly.
Virtue steps forward on unsteady hooves. She raises a trembling hoof toward the darkbolt and looks at him with teary eyes. "I... I'm so sorry... y-your wife is going to be fine..." She pauses and sniffles. "W-We should go speak in private..."
He looks down at her, his daughter still clinging to him. "...Thank you."
Post by: Dsarker on April 19, 2012, 03:20:18 am
Friesden continued to sob onto Fauchard’s leg, the horror of what she’d seen all too recently still affecting her. Fauchard continues to hold the filly, occasionally uttering platitudes meant to calm her. After what felt like an eternity her sobs began to fade. Looking down at her he saw that she had cried herself to sleep in his hooves. The stallion lifted her with his magic and gently placed her into his bed behind them and tucked her into bed. Levitating over a handkerchief he wipes the tears from her sleeping face before getting a spare blanket for himself and curling up on the floor to sleep himself.
As Friesden slept, a dream continued to haunt her, troubling her sleep, of the ponies in Dawnpick: Mister Fauchard, mister Glaive, mrs Falcata, mrs Virtue, the scary lady, mister Flux... They were hurt...and nopony could help them.
Still troubled by the nightmare, she woke up and looked around the room. Where was she? She spotted mister Fauchard, on the floor, not hurt at all and not needing anypony to help him who couldn’t, she decided to quietly jump down from the bed and sleep next to him. He’d protect her. He was a nice pony. With a thump, she jumped down, and walked over to him. Unfortunately, she had misjudged his position under the blanket, and accidentally stepped on him.
Fauchard is suddenly awoken by pressure on his legs. He leaps up from his dead sleep his horn flashing with magic, his face contorted into one fit for the battlefield, he lets out a war cry as he lands on his hooves reaching for his axe to destroy his foes.
Friesden froze still as the unicorn jumped up into a battle stance. “M-m-m-m-m-m-m-m-mister Fauchard? D-d-d-d-d-d-dad?” she says with a quavering voice.
At Friesden’s words Fauchard begins to recall where he is and what is going on. He looks around and sees no enemy; merely one frightened foal. He drops all his magic and his axe crashes to the floor. The stallion slumps down onto the ground before the filly, “I..I’m sorry...I don’t...I didn’t mean...I mean are you okay Friesden? Did...did I hurt you?”
Friesden stopped shaking. It was okay. “I...No...I’m...I...I had a bad dream, dad...” she says nervously, her front hooves pawing at the ground. “I...Um...”
Fauchard looks at her quizzically, “Did...Did you just call me...Dad?”
“Um...Um...Um...” Friesden looks down, suddenly unable to meet mister Fauchard’s eyes. “I...Um...Um...Um...Um...”
Fauchard just smiles as she avoids his gaze. “I don’t mind it if you did, my little pony. Do you want to tell me about your nightmare?” he says as he lays back down where he was sleeping, leaving a space for her, on the blanket, if she chose to take it.
“I...um...thank you, dad.” She walks around the blanket this time to the spot he had left for her, and without another word starts to tell him about her nightmare.
Post by: Dsarker on April 19, 2012, 04:26:00 am
Friesden waits before the legendary craftspony, preparing for her the legendary weapon to defeat the bad ponies. She has quested five months for the material required. Five weeks she has fought against horrible monsters from the depths. Five days she has stayed in prayer to Lady Kat and Lord Kashez. Now, she is worthy of the weapon to be made for her. She continues to wait.
Eyeing her adoptive sister with a slight bit of concern, Falcata returns her gaze to the large stick lying on a table before her. Friesden has been insistent that she forge a (wooden) sword of unimaginable quality for her to be a brave and valiant warrior, and has just now brought her this oversized twig to work with. Falcata isn’t too sure that many epic swords were ever made out of wood, but she wasn’t going to put a dampener on the young pegasus’ dreams. Besides, she’s learned a thing or two about working with timber while crafting that harp, and she’s fairly certain she can apply some of that knowledge here. Fairly certain.
Decisively, she picks the stick up in both hooves, holding a knife in her mouth. She runs the knife down the rough edge of the wood, scraping some of the bark off. Hopefully, this looks more impressive to Friesden than it actually is, she thinks.
The legendary craftspony continues to hammer the hot metal, forging it into a strong, flat blade, and Friesden marvels at the craftsponyship of the craftspony. Truly, this craftspony is blessed by Lord Kashez, the Teacher, and truly, this magnificent weapon would be a mighty ally for her quest against evil. She continues to watch the mighty forging.
That looks a bit like a sword? I think. Regarding her own work, Falcata tries to appraise its quality. The wooden lump lying in front of her is long, somewhat flat and thin, which are points in its favour. Points against it, though, are the crookedness of what was meant to be the blade and its utter lack of smoothness. Now, instead of looking like a bare branch from a tree, it looks like a mutilated bare branch from a tree.
Sighing, the pegasus goes to work with the knife again, hacking away with renewed vigour. She’d get this thing looking like a proper weapon for Friesden, somehow.
Friesden watches in awe as the legendary craftspony reforges the blade, heating the metal and hammering it out again. The skill the craftspony shows here is far more than her own skill with a sword, and is clearly the result of a lifetime of experience in the art. Friesden continues to watch in reverence.
With finer methods having little effect, Falcata finds herself in a pinch. The object in front of her is now recognisably a sword, complete with hilt and handle. She hasn’t decorated it yet, though, because the blade is still bent at an angle which, to her, looks very silly indeed. No matter what she tried, she couldn’t whittle, shape, craft nor in any way coax the thing into straightening out, and she decides it’s time to try some less tactical methods. Wedging the sword’s handle between the table and the wall of the workshop, Falcata pulls back on the blade, hoping to remove the ugly bend through simply yanking the wood straight.
Friesden watches the craftspony’s strength, giving up on her tools and pulling the sword blade into shape. Even at her strongest, she was never that strong. Perhaps this is Lord Kashez’ message. Telling her not to shun those who were not warriors, for they were strong too. She resolves with all her heart to protect those who were not fighters, to protect the weak against the evil strong. Never to lie, cheat, or steal. Never to harm a mare nor a foal. And never to let the thoughts of gain lead her into evil. She swears this, even as the mighty craftspony works the metal, and thinking of that, calls it her Iron Code. The Iron Code of Friesbunny the Guard.
After what seemed like an eternity of tugging and wrenching, Falcata backs off, staring critically at her nemesis. The sword has somewhat straightened out, but a small bend persists. Still, if she pulls at it any more she feels she’s likely to snap the thing, and that would probably upset Friesden. The pegasus removes the imitation weapon from its wedged position, laying it flat on the table and taking up a smaller, more delicate knife in her mouth. Uh...what should I engrave on it? She glances at little Friesden watching her, and the obvious answer comes to her. Oh. The knife descends into the wood, the beginnings of the first bunny image beginning to form.
Friesden continues to observe the craftspony’s skill. Now she is inscribing sigils of power into the mighty weapon. She watches in rapt awe as her symbol was marked in. The Bunny.
Having finished the umpteenth bunny engraving, Falcata lets the sword rest for the final time on the workbench. It looks quite good, actually. Aside from being ever so slightly slanted to one side, the blade looks just like that of a real sword, albeit made of wood and absolutely covered in crude pictures of rabbits. The hilt is just the right size and shape for a young filly’s mouth to grip, and she’d made the wood there softer for ease of biting. It was complete.
Falcata steps back, gesturing to the fairly average, not-at-all-epic-or-legendary wooden weapon. “Well, it’s done, Friesden. It’s all yours.” she offers, waiting to see her reaction.
Friesden rose, amazement written all over her face, as the legendary craftspony’s work is completed, and she hands Friesden the sword. Friesden lifts up the sword, and knows, in her heart of hearts, that it was all she would ever need now. “Ish amashzing!” she speaks through the hilt. “Ir am hohoured to carry your hoofiwork.” She gives the epic weapon a couple of practice swings.
Falcata smiles, watching Friesden wave the weapon about madly, almost overbalancing on a couple of the more vigorous slashes. “So, um, what are you going to do with it?”
“I ah going to ight evil!” she says, the hilt continuing to obscure her speaking.
Laughing, Falcata ruffles the little filly’s mane. “Yes you are, Friesden. Are you going to give your sword a name? All the legendary weapons in Glaive’s stories have names, remember?”
“Oh!” Friesden puts the sword down and looks at it, thinking. A name to match the legendary quality of the sword...
Looking at the sigils of power, only one name could come to her.
“Excalibunny!”
“Excalib- but that’s a ridi- um, that’s an...excellent name!” replies Falcata, hastily reining in her indignation. Granted, what could she expect, having bedecked the thing in countless pictures of rabbits, but she’d been hoping Friesden would name her hoof-made craftsponyship, the sum of hours of hard work, something less...silly. “So, are you going to show it to anypony?”
Friesden nods. “I’m going to show Dad and Glaive!” She carefully picks up the legendary sword, and looks with determination into the future. Now she is certain.
Crossing the room, Falcata holds the door open for little Friesden. “Shall we go, then?”
Friesden nods, and leads the way outside.
Post by: Omicega on April 19, 2012, 07:48:30 am
Post by: jaxler on April 19, 2012, 07:46:32 pm
Jaxler woke up and had a nasty head ache. He looked around and saw his crossbow and a barre of empty booze sitting atop his coffer. When Jaxler got up he felt a stinging in his wing and felt an ache in side. Jaxler figured that he probably just got in a flight last night and walked over to his repaired crossbow and picked it up. but then he heard a loud knock come from his door.
"Who's there?"
Post by: L1wW on April 19, 2012, 07:52:23 pm
"Jaxler it's me! Granite! You know Granite? The foal with the green mane! Let me in, I got something important to talk to you about! In private!"
Post by: jaxler on April 19, 2012, 07:57:51 pm
Jaxler slung his crossbow on his back and opened his door. "Hey Granite, what do you need to talk about?"
Post by: L1wW on April 19, 2012, 08:06:16 pm
Granite shakes slightly as he prepares to form the words he is about to say. "Alright Jaxler, I learned about the slaughter at the depot earlier and I need to ask something of you about that... later... Right now I need advice on... girls... specifically... Friesden" Granite looks up at Jaxler. "Please don't laugh..."
Post by: jaxler on April 19, 2012, 08:10:32 pm
"uh... um..." Jaxler tilts his head as he thinks "Have you tried asking her out?"
Post by: L1wW on April 19, 2012, 08:16:54 pm
"To what? Name one social gathering we have had in Dawnpick, and honestly, I think she has received a massive amount of mental scaring from those corpses all over the depot, I doubt she could cope after all that, and I really doubt me helping her would be helpful..."
Post by: jaxler on April 19, 2012, 08:20:28 pm
"Think about it, nice considerate Granite walks up and help Friesden in her time of need. Why if I were you I'd pounce on this opportunity. Also, just ask her out to dinner or something. OH, also say you like bunnies before you ask her out."
Post by: L1wW on April 19, 2012, 08:25:09 pm
"Jaxler that is one of the smartest things I have ever heard, but that was my first request. The second, can you train me in the arts of combat?"
Post by: jaxler on April 19, 2012, 08:32:17 pm
Jaxler facial expression went black and Jaxler said coldly "what makes you want to kill?"
Post by: L1wW on April 19, 2012, 08:38:36 pm
"It's not that I want to fight, it's that I want to know how to fight. Take Friesden and if I went on a date with her. If some Rainbow pony attacked us, I could defend myself and Friesden, if you don't train me, I could wind up dead somewhere. Treat this as a sort of insurance for me so that I might die fighting effectively!"
Post by: jaxler on April 19, 2012, 08:45:07 pm
"Well, fine... What do you want to now then? I can teach you the dark Martial art of dirty fighting. I also can teach you how to use a crossbow, chain, or furniture as weapons."
Post by: L1wW on April 19, 2012, 08:50:34 pm
"Teach me about chains and fighting dirty, I've seen what whips have done to people. Not pretty, and when I fight, it will be far from beautiful!"
Post by: jaxler on April 19, 2012, 08:53:19 pm
"Okay, well first lesson is this: don't enter a fight expecting to die, enter it expecting to survive. I really didn't like that comment about dying while fighting effectively."
Post by: L1wW on April 19, 2012, 08:59:54 pm
"Well sorry Jaxler, I didn't mean to hurt your feelings!" Granite said sarcastically. "Alright fine, I'll try to live against a relentless foe- I mean my survival will be top priority! Sir!"
Post by: jaxler on April 19, 2012, 09:10:58 pm
"Don't call me sir, and If your going to learn how to use a chain the I need to give you something. Come inside please."
Post by: L1wW on April 19, 2012, 09:16:10 pm
"Understood, Sir!" Granite moves further into Jaxler's abode. "What is it?"
Post by: jaxler on April 19, 2012, 09:21:24 pm
Jaxler walks over to his coffer and pulls out a key from under his wing and another key under the coffer and unlocks the coffer's two key locks. He then spends a minute putting in the combination for the final lock and opens the chest. After rummaging though the chest he pulls out a 12-foot long gold chain. "I know I shouldn't be letting you do this but, how would you feel if I let you barrow this chain for a while?"
Post by: L1wW on April 19, 2012, 09:27:31 pm
"I could look the other way and keep it in secret. How about it?"
Post by: jaxler on April 19, 2012, 09:30:13 pm
"It doesn't need to be a secret. I doubt your parents or the guard will get pissed off. last I checked Chains where perfectly legal."
Post by: L1wW on April 19, 2012, 09:34:03 pm
"That's good to hear. So how do I use this thing?"
Post by: jaxler on April 19, 2012, 09:54:59 pm
"Granite, Before I even let you touch this thing I need you to understand the value and importance of a weapon. All weapons are evil. No mater how are why they are made. There soul purpose to to kill for there master's sake. Weather or not a weapon be made by a pony, domidian, diamond dog they are all evil. There only saving grace is there loyalty. A weapon's soul purpose to to keep you alive at the cost of others. It's a tool of greed and is a selfless minion. The moment I give you this weapon I'm giving you a demon, and an angel. I expect you to treat this weapon with more respect then any other item in the world because This weapon sees you as it's god, and you best not forsake this chain. Now, do you understand?"
Post by: L1wW on April 19, 2012, 09:59:58 pm
"I understand one hundred percent! I'll treat it better than the limbs on my body! I am ready!"
Post by: jaxler on April 19, 2012, 10:06:21 pm
"Also Granite, I believe that I already told you that this weapon belonged to Domidian. I expect for you to treat that weapon with even more respect than you would for a normal weapon in the memory of the owner who originally wielded it."
Post by: L1wW on April 19, 2012, 10:07:40 pm
"Fine. Know the domidian's name by any chance?"
Post by: jaxler on April 19, 2012, 10:08:56 pm
"Da' hell am I sposed' to know some random genocidal bastard's name?"
Post by: L1wW on April 19, 2012, 10:11:52 pm
"Well I thought you had some epic duel with him in some old dusty town on the planes with some tumbleweeds tumbling by! Nevermind that, can you please teach me how to wield this thing properly?"
Post by: jaxler on April 19, 2012, 10:15:48 pm
"I was wondering through the burning countryside with a wounded side and a domidian soldier wondered caught me, I had to use my wings as meat shields. how exactly am I supposed to ask the guy his name during mortal combat? and sure i'll teach you how to use a chain, but first I want to spar with you." Jaxler then walks over to he crossbow and picks it up.
Post by: L1wW on April 19, 2012, 10:18:12 pm
"Ah hey! I see you got your wooden piece of crap of a weapon repaired into a lethal killing machine! And about that sparing thing... COME AT ME BRO!"
Post by: jaxler on April 19, 2012, 10:21:31 pm
"Don't get swingy with a chain in my room. We can fight outside. Also thanks for noticing that I got my crossbow restored back to it's original glory.What would you say if my old piece of crap is now the most valuable item in the city."
Post by: L1wW on April 19, 2012, 10:22:57 pm
"I'd show you this chain made of gold! Alright let's take this outside..." Granite proceeds to turn around and walk out the front door.
Post by: jaxler on April 19, 2012, 10:25:49 pm
Jaxler raises an eyebrow. "FINE, I'd love to see what my repaired crossbow can do." Jaxler then follows after Granite.
Post by: L1wW on April 19, 2012, 10:28:53 pm
"Alrighty then." Granite takes a moment to breathe in the evening air. "So should we walk ten paces in opposite directions and start this or something?"
Post by: jaxler on April 19, 2012, 10:32:17 pm
"nope, Just try to avoid getting hit." Jaxler then Charged toward Granite as quickly as possible
Post by: L1wW on April 19, 2012, 10:35:46 pm
"Crap!!!" Granite yelps rolling out of the way while sending out the gold chain less than a meter in front of Jaxler as a lead on his target, hoping Jaxler will have picked up enough momentum to run face first into the chain.
Post by: jaxler on April 19, 2012, 10:40:14 pm
Jaxler sees the chain fly through the air. He doesn't have enough time to dodge and uses his right wing as a shield. when Jaxler finally loses his momentum his wing is bleeding. Jaxler then flings his crossbow down toward Granite.
Post by: L1wW on April 19, 2012, 10:43:38 pm
Granite mustered up all the strength in his legs to jump back almost a full meter away from the butt of the crossbow. He then swung the length of the chain horizontally, starting on Jaxler's left and level with his chest, hopefully ending on Jaxler's right.
Post by: jaxler on April 19, 2012, 10:52:55 pm
Jaxler feels a horrible sting roll through his chest, but shows no signs of pain as he flings his crossbow toward Granite, again.
Post by: L1wW on April 19, 2012, 10:59:37 pm
Granite's mind raced and the world began to slow as he saw the chain bounce off of Jaxler as he charged Granite again, so Granite did the first thing he thought of and took a step to his front-left ending for a fraction of a second next to Jaxler, he then spun in a circle with his chain outstretched, hoping to lash Jaxler in his front legs as he finishes his rotation.
Post by: jaxler on April 19, 2012, 11:02:32 pm
Jaxler is caught off guard by the attack and fails to dodge. when the chain hits Jaxler he collapses and hits the ground face first, and stops moving altogether.
Post by: L1wW on April 19, 2012, 11:06:50 pm
When Granite stops spinning he sees Jaxler down. "Alright Jaxler, you said you teach me about fighting dirty. And you have a 'high pain tolerance' I don't buy it." Granite proceeds to spin the golden chain, readying it for a quick strike in case he gets up to strike again. "I can see you breathing, you know that right? My sister's cat played possum, I checked the cat's well being. I got clawed in the face. Twice. I ain't falling for it."
Post by: jaxler on April 19, 2012, 11:23:25 pm
Granite was making a mistake. The pony he was allowing Jaxler to lay down and think. Granite was faster than he had anticipated. He also had a weapon with a range that was several times longer then his own. He was also able to see though his little trap which meant his time was borrowed. Jaxler looked around him for something that might be able to help him win the fight, there were a few rocks and a long stick within his reach, both of which were inferior weapons. So, Jaxler decided that he needed to get Granite within his range effective range, but the perceptive little pony needed some convincing. So, Jaxler held his breath until he passes out.
Post by: L1wW on April 19, 2012, 11:39:34 pm
"And Jaxler stops breathing..." Granite sighs. What can I use, this chain won't stand a chance against his crossbow in close quarters, maybe I could throw something at him... Granite thought. He looks around and notices a long stick and a few rocks. He proceeds to throw each rock at Jaxler. Noticing it's not very effective, he rests his chain around his neck and picks up the stick. Granite then uses the stick in a manner similar to picking locks to take the crossbow away from Jaxler. Successfully prying the crossbow out of Jaxler's hooves, Granite then kicks it a few meters away from him. Granite then wraps his chain around Jaxler's neck, being mindful to drag him slightly out of reach. He then finds a tree and proceeds to securely chain him up to it. Granite then picks up a rock as a weapon and waits for Jaxler to wake up.
Post by: jaxler on April 19, 2012, 11:50:10 pm
When Jaxler fades back into consciousness he realizes that he's chained to a tree. he then notices that his crossbow is a few feet away, which was surprising. Jaxler still had some tricks up his sleeve, though. Granite was dumb enough to use weapon to restrain Jaxler. Now Granite was practically defenseless, and all Jaxler had to do now was escape. "Granite... W-were's my crossbow."
Post by: L1wW on April 19, 2012, 11:51:43 pm
"Over there." Granite nods at the discarded weapon and then walks up to Jaxler. "Well, I guess this is goodnight!" Granite then bashes Jaxler in the face a good twelve times with his rock until he looses consciousness... "I win Jaxler, sweet dreams..." Granite then goes off to get Panacea.
((Scene?))
Post by: Psalms01 on April 20, 2012, 12:58:40 am
((18th Moonstone in the 258 year of the Mythic Age))
((Amor & Jaxler After-battle “Bar” Scene))
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Amor was having a late lunch after concluding her work on blocks, at this time the village held more than enough for any future building projects. At the wooden table she slid a tray off her back and onto the table, cautiously not to spatter her carrot soup and glazed diorite mug filled with water. The dining hall was empty except for few other ponies that had the day off and were finishing their lunch.
The metallic color pony ate and attempted to keep her thoughts from dwelling in the dark parts of her mind. Even I may not be alone in my cursing this place in anger, more than once has Carmine do so during a bad day. Maybe, it is for the best that everypony here wants to defend the Crown’s social project. The mare set there enjoying her food until her ears swept back at the sound of a belligerent Pegasus enter the hall. Amor done her best to avoid Jaxler’s perceptive eyes, she was a decent spy and engaging him in small talk as an alternative to suspiciously evading him. Unfortunately, this day was not going to go as plan and she so happen to be setting to the left of Jaxler’s chair.
Jaxler had just entered the meeting hall with a barrel of the fort’s strongest booze on his back. He had gone through another day of patrols and annoyances and had to help put down a poor little diamond dog and was ready to enjoy the rest of the day. As Jaxler walked over to his favorite seat he saw a familiar looking mare sitting next to his chair. “Aye there Amor.”
Upon hearing the stallion, the mare is unsettled but controls her nerves as she silently slurps on the soup from the bowl held by hooves. Normally there were stoneware eating utensils for Unicorns but even if Amor did not use them, she still was elegant about eating. She places the bowl down and in her soft voice greets the Pegasus. “Hallo Jaxler, been enjoying your day?”
“It’s been pretty average” Jaxler rolls the barrel of booze of his back and sits down in his seat. Jaxler then took a sip of booze, laid down his decrepit crossbow down on the table, and started leaning back in his chair. “how’s yours been?”.
Amor was fine until Jaxler placed his crossbow down on the table besides her causing her to jump a bit. The tool was on her list of hates and it was a very short list. The mare recomposes herself to answer. “Each day I work, more Dawnpick is built up and the day that I take my leave draws near.” The Unicorn’s voice held some despair. “Besides working on orders of boring stone blocks, I guess the day could be worse.” The mare’s pronounced with more perk.
Jaxler was surprised to see a pony react in such a way to an unloaded crossbow, but figured he should just ignore it, mainly because he was more interested in what she just said. “what do you mean by ‘the day that I take my leave draws near’, are you leaving Dawnpick or something?”
I must really be slipping. The mare reflected with a sundry of conflicting emotions. “For a decent part of a century I’ve been a journeying mason, moving from one project to another. Before coming to Dawnpick, I was rebuilding an old road from Coupledye to New Saddle… took three years to complete. Had a hiatus from work and then journeyed outside of the kingdom until I found my way here.” The mare stops to drink down some soup, water and asks deflecting from the whole truth. “What about you?”
“I don’t know you well enough to tell you why I came here.” Jaxler then took a long sip of booze and gave Amor a nasty gaze. “So, what was it like building that road?” said without any sign of emotion in his voice.
Amor was worried about Jaxler’s spiteful gaze and change in attitude, it caught her curiosity and she took another sip of her soup before talking. “It was pitiless toil some days, others a pleasure but after it was done I regret some of the things that I done or didn’t. Though saying goodbye to friends was the most difficult part of restructuring that road.” She said with sorrow and pushes her tray away but kept the mug.
Jaxler sighed and dropped his gaze. “Well, we all have regrets.” Jaxler then pointed his hoof at a huge burn scar on his side. “I guess your doing a good thing and not letting them define you.” Jaxler took another sip of booze and gazed down at his crossbow.
Amor drinks down more water as her throat becomes dry and then looks where Jaxler was pointing only to divert her eyes for modesty’s sake. She notes the scar but it causes her no discomfort. “Best not to wear the past as a cutie mark; I imagine my father would say.” She said with less sorrow. “I am curious as to how you found yourself in Dawnpick; this place is extremely out of the way… tell me if this is digging too much in your past.” The Unicorn places her near empty mug on the table and gives the stallion a face full of consideration if it was not her place to ask.
Jaxler shrugged, “sometimes out of the way is a good thing” Jaxler took another sip of booze and added “I learned that a group of migrants were going to some far off town and I decided to come along.” He then laughed a little bit “deciding to come here was probably the best thing I’ve ever done”.
So he is telling me he just so happen on migrants, candid story that I would desire more interesting. Like him running from the law or a marks-pony soldier who had his unit destroyed but this does well. The mare thought and adds. “Dawnpick is a light upon the dawn that is this rough unyielding night.” Amor said with a smooth voice and finishes the contents of her mug.
Jaxler tilts his head and thinks for a moment. Jaxler really hadn’t gotten to thinking about Dawnpick in relative to the rest of the world, But in all his years Jaxler had never seen such a joyful town. In fact most the places he went were downright horrid. “yeah, I guess it is”
Amor dwells on her own words for a moment and finds it best to excuse herself and gets out of the seat. “It has been very pleasant speaking with you again, Jaxler… would not annoy me if we done so again.” The mare courtesies, then places her mug on the tray which she grabs with teeth and makes her leave.
Jaxler was confused as to why Amor would be so formal. All they were doing was sharing a meal. “Please don’t curtsey, it’s not like I’m royalty.”
The Unicorn turned her head and mouthed. “Noted, Jaxler.” The mare returned her awareness to where is was going and continued on.
((Scene End.))
Post by: KingStrongbeard on April 20, 2012, 02:19:22 am
The day following the deaths of the Rainbow traders, Glaive makes his way to the town keep, intending to speak with the Lady Virtue. Glaive pauses for a moment to collect his thoughts outside her office, before raising his left hoof and knocking on the door.
The door opens after a moment, but instead of Virtue being behind it, Glaive sees Harvest Moon. The pegasus looks him over briefly. “Glaive? What is it?”
Glaive is surprised for a moment but quickly recollects himself. “Hello Harvest, I would like to speak with Lady Virtue if she’s available.”
He looks behind himself for a moment, and there is a hushed phrase spoken. Harvest Moon nods and opens the door, motioning for Glaive to enter. “I... I’ll leave you two,” he says, starting up the stairs away from the office. Virtue doesn’t look up from her desk
Glaive enters the room and closes the door behind him. He moves to a seat across from Virtue. “Milady, permission to speak freely?”
She looks up after a moment, revealing an extremely tired face. Her mane falls across her face briefly before she tucks it behind her ear. She blinks heavily and replies, “Of course. What is it?”
Glaive keeps his eyes on her, “While I am, admittedly, fuzzy on the details, the events of yesterday make it clear to me, that we are not as insignificant as we might have once thought ourselves. I don’t know if the diplomate was poisoned or if it was a coincidence, but I suspect it was truly the former. Perhaps I’m being paranoid, but I think that somepony wanted to start a war. Does this match with what you know?”
She looks at him silently for a while, most of the emotion drained from her features. “I don’t know. I don’t think anypony here would want to do that, but at this point I think I’d believe anything.” She looks down briefly. “Do you think it was the Rainbows? Or... somepony here?”
Glaive shakes his head, “I don’t know, but if I was Partisan, I’d be working night and day to find out. Still either one is possible. But that is only second to my real reason for coming here today.” Glaive hesitates before he continues, “I’m not convinced that the threat is truly gone milady. If I was that somepony trying to start a war, and if there was any doubt left in my mind that one would come, after the massacre, then, I know what I would do. I..I would try to kill you and make it look like the surviving darkbolt did it. That way both sides would have a reason to fight. I fear you may be in danger.”
The lifelessness in her eyes vanishes in a moment to be replaced with fear. She sits up a bit and fights to think of something to say. “You... you do?” That made sense... it really did. She really, really hoped he was wrong... but it was hard to fault the logic. She felt sick again, and she could feel her heart beating faster in her chest.
Glaive quickly adds, “I must stress that I could very well be wrong. There are numerous other possibilities. He could have had a natural heart attack, or the poisoner could be a bigot in Dawnpick with a grudge against the Rainbows with no desire to hurt you, or the pony behind it all could be laying in the crypt right now, but it is a possibility, and I think you should consider forming a guard for yourself, and your family. Just in case.”
Stiletto had offered just such a thing to her not long ago, but the mare had left with Glyph over a month ago. Not to mention she knew that accepting Stiletto’s offer would have gone over very, very poorly with a number of ponies in Dawnpick, especially Indigo. But now... now she may well be in serious danger. She trusted everypony in the militia, and she trusted Glaive’s judgment here.
With some effort she calms her breathing and and nods slowly. “I... I never thought I’d see the day that I’d need such a thing...” She thinks over the rest of her family for a moment. If she had to give her life to save everypony in Dawnpick she’d do it, but if anypony hurt her family... “I hope you’re wrong Glaive... I really do... but if you’re not...” She hangs her head and places her face in her hooves. “I don’t know what to do... maybe... one or two ponies from the militia or guard...”
As Virtue finishes Glaive interjects. “Two ponies working alternating shifts should be sufficient. But, I would ask that you are very careful with who you choose, you should offer the position only to those ponies you trust the most...” Glaive thinks back to the events of yesterday, specifically to Sarissa and the darkbolt, “And to those that you can trust to keep a cool head in a bad situation.”
She looks up from her hooves and studies the stallion in front of her. He had been one of the most devoted militia ponies in the fort. At the very least Sienna and Falcata owed their lives to him. Probably more. She rests her eyes on the shield hanging from his side and the idea begins to cement in her head. That shield had been earned. He might not want the job... maybe he was just concerned for her... but she trusted her life with him. “Glaive... would... would you be willing to watch over my family?”
Glaive looks down at the ground. This is what he had been hoping for, but why did he suddenly feel hesitation? He took several moments to clear his head before he looked up at her again. “I...I will do it if I am the one you would choose. I can stand by your side in your meetings, and watch over you and your family during the day, and I can and will protect you and them with my life, but if...if a battle were to come to Dawnpick, I don’t know if I could stay here safe with you while the militia was out there fighting and dying to protect us, but I can try milady, if that is your will.”
She imagines that maybe a small smile formed on her face, but it was probably something closer to relief. “Glaive... I trust you at least as much as everypony else in the militia and guard. I know how devoted you are... to save Sienna when you don’t even have any relation to her.” She looks at the shield again and reassures herself that he was the best pick. “I trust them all, of course, but I know you’d do an excellent job. I trust you completely. Knowing you were watching out for me... for Harvest Moon and our children... I could rest easier...”
Glaive stands up out of his chair and bends his knee before the Baroness, he moves his most valued possession the Touch of Leaves before him, standing it in front of him, balanced with one hoof, the sigils placed upon it facing outwards toward the baroness. Glaive, his eyes closed, begins to speak his oath to her, "I hereby swear to you, Lady Virtue, in the name of Keepersearches and of Lord Kashez the Great Teacher, that I will serve you until the end of my days, or until you dismiss me from your service. From this day on my life is yours and I shall follow your commands above any, save for the gods themselves, and defend you and your house until my last breath. This I do so swear to you."
Her eyes widen slightly as Glaive recites his oath. She wasn’t anything remotely approaching comfortable with somepony swearing to protect her with their life, although when she thought about it that was precisely what she’d asked him to do. She was beginning to have mixed feelings on the matter, but she brushes them aside, confident that Glaive was an excellent soldier, and somepony she did trust completely. “I... uh... you may rise now...” she directs to the kneeling unicorn.
Glaive rises and places his shield back onto his back, and takes his seat once more. “I am honored that you choose me, Lady Virtue, but I am still only mortal, if you wish a 24 hour guard, we will need to choose at least one more pony. Did you have anypony in mind?”
That was an excellent question. She really did trust everypony in the militia. Sarissa was clearly devoted to her... maybe even rabidly so. But as Glaive had mentioned, she wasn’t one to keep her head cool when it was needed. “Do you think Falcata would be willing to help you? She’s already proven herself so much...” Although that made her hate to ask more of the pegasus. Not that she’d still have the same militia duties with this, but it was more responsibilities she might not want. Not to mention the scheduling...
Glaive frowns, “I...I’m sure she would accept the position if offered, and she certainly deserves it, but if I may make one selfish request. Please do not offer her the job. She is my wife, and if we were your only two guards then, well we would never be off at the same time. I ask you, for my family’s sake, please don’t offer her the job, because if you do, I don’t think she would turn it down. I feel terrible asking this, but anypony else, please, just not her.”
That made a lot of sense, and she realizes how terrible of an idea it was. “Oh, yes... sorry, I hadn’t even considered that. I trust her as much as I do you, but I suppose that would be a very difficult position to put you two in.” She sighs and looks aside. “I’m not sure who else to pick... you work with the militia every day. Do you have any recommendations?”
Glaive thinks for a long time, ‘Sarissa? No she’s bucking crazy. Kat? No. Glyph? Gods no, but he left anyway. Ponies in the militia I would pick first are the Captains, or Falcata and they are out. Jaxler? Maybe, but he’s a bit unstable, still better than some of the others. Rondel? Too inexperienced. Fuscina? Not a bad choice, but an earthpony, no magic, no wings, big disadvantages against certain foes. I guess it’ll have to be either...’
Glaive looks up, “I’d have to pick either Storm Cloud or Kris. Storm’s been in the guard a long time and as far as I know he’s never caused any trouble. I don’t know him personally, but if you think he’s an acceptable choice, I wouldn’t have a problem working with him. Additionally, I might have some magic abilities but I can’t deal with an enemy that is flying out of melee range, a pegasus like Storm can. However, Kris, she, she is one of the most incredible fighters here, and she’s got magic too, and I know I’d trust her to have my back in a fight. Still I’m not sure if I’d want to take her away from the front lines, I think she belongs there more than as a guard, but really either of them would be a good choice.”
They were both good suggestions. She’d never heard anything bad about either. Storm Cloud was the mayor... he’d have to give that up, but maybe it was time for somepony else to be mayor anyway. Kris being a unicorn was a useful thing though... “Those are both good suggestions, I believe both would give their all. I think I’ll have to consider it... but if you think that Kris would be better suited in the militia then I think perhaps Storm Cloud is the better choice.” She raises a hoof to her chin as she thinks.
“I... I think Storm Cloud would be the best choice.” She tries to adjust her mane to get it out of her face and back into some semblance of a presentable manner. “Would you go get him for me? I’d like to ask him about the option... he may not want it, but it’s his if he does.”
Glaive stands and says, “As you wish milady.” before taking his leave to find the guard pony.
Virtue slumps back into her chair and tries to process the conversation that had just unfolded. So many things had happened today and yesterday that she never thought she’d live to see... unjustified slaughter of so many innocents... accusations of murder... having a weapon placed in her face... injuring Sarissa... and now, now she had a personal guard.
She covers her eyes with her hooves again. Maybe she really did need it. Things were probably going to get worse before they got any better. She could only hope that they did finally get better. At least with Glaive and Storm Cloud watching out for her and her family... she might be spared watching her children die at least.
Post by: Dsarker on April 20, 2012, 05:39:22 am
Friesden, the legendary sword Excalibunny in her mouth, hurried to the grandmaster warrior’s room. None other than him, the legendary Fauchard, would be able to teach her how to use the equally legendary sword. She would petition him to teach her.
As the eager young student reaches the master’s room, she finds him sitting by his table deep in meditation. Whether the legendary warrior noted her approach or not he gave no sign, but continued to sit in his peaceful silence.
Friesden cautiously approached. To disturb the legendary warrior would surely not aid her in her cause to seek study under him. She crept up, and knelt before him, laying Excalibunny in between, and waited for the pleasure of the great warrior to pay attention to her.
Though Fauchard hid any sign of it, he was very much aware of the foal’s presence, and he suspected what she had come to ask him, and so whether she was aware of it or not, her first test was already begun. Fauchard continued to sit in silence in his meditation. If she truly wanted his knowledge, she would have patience.
Friesden tried to wait. The honourable fighter, the victor of a thousand battles against evil, he was honouring her by allowing her to be in his presence at all. He was most likely contemplating something beyond her experience. She would not dishonour herself now by speaking. She fought the temptation to fidget.
Many minutes passed before the master decided she had waited long enough. Slowly Excalibunny, the blade of legends, began to glow with a pale light, as it was engulfed in the unicorn’s magic. It rose and floated in the air between them, pointing skywards. “Tis a very fine weapon, you have come to possess my little pony.” spoke the unicorn at long last.
“Thank you, great warrior,” spoke Friesden, still not daring to look up. Maybe he would accept her apprenticeship to him, and maybe he would not. Until she knew for sure, she would remain in obeisance to the great and legendary warrior.
Fauchard, looking down at the young mare who was little more than a foal to his eyes, said “You must have a reason to have come to me today? Should not you be out with the others now, playing their foalish games?”
Friesden’s cheeks flush. She was still young, yes, and the grand warrior had seen it. But he asked why she was here, and she would prove honourable even to insults. It was another test. “I am here, mighty warrior, to pledge myself in apprenticeship to you,” she said, still not raising her head.
Fauchard had half a smile upon his lips, “You wish to be my apprentice? But I have no skills fit to teach a young mare such as yourself. I am a poor cook, and I have no skill with needle work. And I believe my son has already instructed you in your reading and writing and arithmetic at your stables. So tell me: what is it that a filly like yourself would wish to learn from me?”
Friesden’s cheeks flushed even more. The legendary warrior did not see any usefulness in a mare. But she would persevere. She would prove herself worthy of his instruction. “Master Fauchard,” she said, “I ask for your instruction in the martial art of the blade.” She rises up, looking him in the eyes.
As she stares him the eyes, his half smile grows full and he chuckles ever so slightly, “You have fire in your eyes, that is promising.” The wooden blade flips over in the air now, now pointing downward. “Are you certain you wish to begin this path? For she who steps on the way of the sword shall find her life only grows harder at each turn. Is that really what you want?”
“Yes,” answered Friesden firmly. If the legendary warrior thought he could scare her away by difficulty, he would not find her scared. She would do what it took to protect the good in the world.
Fauchard stands, “If this is the path you choose in life, then I shall not stand in your way.” The sword rotates so that the handle is right before Friesden, “Take your weapon and we shall begin your training at once, but know I will not make things easy for you daughter.”
“I wouldn’t want you to, dad,” is her only verbal answer as she takes up the sword. He accepted her. This was already further than she thought she would get.
Fauchard was still not convinced that she really knew what she was asking for, but he saw no harm in letting her try. He didn’t expect her to make it through even one session, but no small part of him hoped that she would surprise him. Together they made their way toward the barracks where the master acquired a wooden blade of his own, and their training did begin.
Post by: Dsarker on April 20, 2012, 06:27:22 am
Friesden walks into the barracks, Excalibunny in her mouth. The bruises from yesterday had not yet faded, but she bore the pain proudly. She wouldn’t give up now. She had been accepted, and nothing her father, her tutor, the legendary warrior Fauchard, could do would make her quit.
As Friesden sets eyes upon Fauchard he stands there with a pair of large saddlebags full to bursting, with what she could only guess. At his side was not a training axe, but his trusty steel blade. “You decided to come back for more. Good. Today, we are going to start with a short walk. Take one of the bags and follow me,” instructs Fauchard, taking one of the bags onto his back and leading the way.
Friesden lifts up one of the bags and puts it on, before taking up Excalibunny again and following. What her mentor had planned now, she couldn’t guess, but experience told her it would be hard. But no matter what, she would do it.
Fauchard leads the mare toward the newly repaired drawbridge at the edge of town. “Just a bit farther,” he says as they reach the point furthest from home that Friesden had ever been.
“Where are we going?” asked the pegasus as she continued to follow her master. She wasn’t scared. Just curious.
“You’ll see soon,” is the only answer the old stallion gives. After only a 15 minute walk down the road away from the town walls they reach a small flowered meadow. Fauchard stops, looks around and says, “Yes, this is the place.” He takes out a large blanket from his saddlebag and places it on the ground and takes a seat.
Friesden is confused at this, and stays standing. “What are we doing here?” she eventually asks.
Fauchard inhales deeply and exhales completely before beginning to answer. “We are here to do things, one we are here to rest our bodies, after the hard training they did yesterday, and we are here to train. Does that confuse you?”
“To rest?” she continues to inquire. “But...I...I thought we would be doing more of what we did yesterday...” The legendary warrior was trying to confuse her with this. But Friesden couldn’t help it - she was confused.
Fauchard lies on his back and begins to watch the clouds, “Friesden, open your saddlebag, perhaps then you will begin to understand why we are here.”
Friesden promptly opens the saddlebags, looking within. Within them she finds only three hoof made books of fine quality. She takes the largest one out, still confused, and opens it up.Inside she sees that it seems to be nothing more than a large book of poems with detailed illustrations. “Poems? I still...I still don’t understand...”
Fauchard takes his time in responding. “There is also a book of history, and one of the stories Glaive is fond of. Friesden, if I teach you only one thing, it would be this. A warrior needs more than a shape blade, and a hard body, he also needs a strong mind, and a mind needs books, like a sword needs a whetstone. We will not work our bodies everyday, nor will we work our minds each day either. Focus too much on one, and you will only cause yourself harm. When you work one, give it your all, but then let it rest. This is how you grow.”
Friesden understood...at least, she thought she did. She nodded, and carefully holding the book of poetry, she began to read. If her master, if her father, told her this would help...then surely it would.
The duo spend the rest of the day sitting in that meadow. Fauchard had brought some food and drink for them to share, and they spent the day reading, discussing, and meditating on the works from the book of poetry. As it neared nightfall the master packed up their belongings and the two ponies headed home. Tomorrow would be another day of physical training, but both felt rested and ready for it.
Post by: Psalms01 on April 20, 2012, 05:10:00 pm
((Pier Falls))
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Summer was bearing down on Dawnpick, but the ponies worked on in the heat. Sadly, for today it may have been a mistake. Amor was sweating under her smock and the resting rough gabbro stone on her back, the rock was a part of the old southern wall that was being deconstructed. Her job was to collect salvageable rubble that was knocked down and take it to the Mason shops for repurposing. Dejectedly, there was an overhanging pier that had to be decommissioned too. Because of the skywalk’s construction, it would be dangerous; the Unicorn mare suggested wooden scaffolding but was rejected. She would soon come to regret not pushing for her idea.
Amor finished making blocks of the stone, she went back to collect more but was stopped in her tracks by the sound of crashing stone and the sight of dust thrown into the air. The copper Unicorn pauses for a moment and then speeds off in a gallop and stops cold when she sees the destruction. Amber who was no longer a foal but not comply a mare yet, along with Cross Stitch were being hauled to the hospital, Amor’s heart dropped. Amber’s mother Hickory was following the pony that carried her child; she was yelling prayers to Etom the goddess of generosity to let her daughter live.
Later after following the injured to the infirmary the Unicorn mare waited outside of the wooden building thinking in storms. If only we had more ponies overseeing the deconstruction, double-checked the plans or if only I objected to the original more. The remaining family members of the injured finally find themselves to the hospital. Splinter, Amber’s father and her five sisters and only brother arrive and look at Amor, each having a different face but all full of the same sadness, fear and loathing. “Sorry.” The mason mouths incapable of voicing the word, Panacea then sorrowfully welcomes the family in, the Pegasus wishing they met in better circumstances.
Amor leaves to where the pier collapsed and found no-pony there but Mortar; he was humming to the stone a repentant melody that caused the gabbro to resonate apologetically. The mare holds back her emotions as she whispers. “Life might be one long song… even with all its sad parts… in the end you will be calling for encore.” The mare starts to clean up the wreckage, continues till bed time and starts back again before sunrise. This goes on for the next two days until Amor is stopped by Indigo and he talks her into teaching the maimed Unicorns to live without their horns. “Indigo, I’m more then willing to do this. I can do things employing magic or not if desired, while Amber and Cross Stitch no longer have the comfort of a option. Not to add that Cross Stitch has had a century to grow fond of magic, this could be most difficult for him.” The mare informs the stallion.
Next few days Amor frequents the hospital in attempt to talk with the patients, their family and doctor. Although agreed on, it is going to take time to recover before acclimatizing them on living without their horns. After two weeks past, Amor and Indigo visits and are witness to a dying Amber. The adult Unicorn mare made her peace with the event and was moving on for the sakes of Amber and Cross Stitch. The confronting overtones of Amor’s father, voice in her head. Whom the gods favor die first, and at heavens’ gate they are the first to be welcomed. Amor was doing much better then Indigo as he was seeing the young mare at her worse yet and after awhile they both leave with the sensation of being drained.
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((8th Obsidian, 259))
((Dragon Fright))
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It had been three months since Amber left the hospital; Amor had the day off and was spending it with the injured Unicorn. The younger mare was out of surgical casts and had no need for crutches now even if she was weak. Amor had been wrong about Cross Stitch, who rarely feels discouraged and is confident; compared to that of Amber who is often sad and dejected. Worse yet, Amber felt it was her fault that the pier collapsed, she had done the first thing that came to mind when there was a lose rock. Forgetting what she was told in bucking lose rocks, she overlook that the piece was unsupported, that she was on the part that would fall and that Cross was below collecting rubble. It was going to be a difficult task teaching the peach maned Little Pony to live a life devoid of magic. The worse could be over for Cross Stitch who about experienced a nervous breakdown when he first returned to the loom, Amor thought in her Old Master’s voice. Never become complacent in your abilities Amor, the moment you do that, you already died a little death before the finale leap. Just as a corpse in the ground, you become decayed and useless in your life.
It was warm for a winter’s day but this was normal for Dawnpick, otherwise a perfect day until the sound of heart-stilling roars that stringed the ears were heard. Pandemonium of panicking ponies took the village of Dawnpick at a dragon’s assault; Amber nearly jumps out of her coat as Amor bends her knees to run when possible. The goldenrod maned Unicorn’s eyes and ears scans the direction of the monsters shrieking from Amber’s and hers location in the church grounds. She then crawls under the foal-ish mare, lifts the Little Pony up on her withers and canters to the safety that was the Dining Hall’s undercroft. Before entering the gabblo brick building, Amor caught a glimpse of a steel clad Unicorn beginning to engage a dragon in single combat.
The earth only slightly rumbles at the fighting above, as the ponies below tremble from their own nerves. Amor was holding up well, but Amber is all but relieving herself in her fright. In seeing this, the older mare takes her further into the wine stockpiles to get away from the commotion. Amor’s heart aches at the sight of the young mare crying akin to a foal again. She held the weeping Amber rocking her slightly and whispering. “Hush now, quiet now. Little filly who has just hurdled from the jaws of death and into those jaws once more. Life is full of struggles, some won as others lost, but fought are the ones that are often prevailed from.”
Amor huffs at the futileness of her attempts of trying to sooth the weeping Unicorn, and adds. “Amber, you are not alone, we all lose something in life. Some more so then others, but as long we may live we must make something good out of it. I am with you Amber and Cross Stitch is too.” With those words Amor took an apprentice; after awhile the tumult dies down and ponies ran to fight the dragon fires raging above. The older mare proceed to leave only to have her rear leg tangled up with two foreign ones, looking back to find Amber returning a pleading expression and Amor in a saccharine voice. “Oh, I have faith that they can handle it without us.” The two unicorns stay there for awhile and the older one thought more clearly. One of the days I fear is here, Old Master, despair knowing I’m never going to be like you.
Some time later the two mares ascend to the surface and exit the legendary hall. Ash was in the air, blocking some of the sun’s rays. Fires were under control, ponies were beginning to cleanup the destruction. There were no fatalities but much of the ponies’ works were undone. Amor looks at the destroyed statues, water eyed and none of them hers. At least that horrid statue of Ětdůn the Pegasus goddess of depravity and lust was gone, but sad that it was destroyed. Her eyes follow the unrecognizable broken road to the absent trade depot, then to the broken cinnabar block drawbridge before catching the sight of the dragon and its slayer. Amor trots over to the armor clad Unicorn.
“Brave mare, are we interrupting your grandeur?” Amor shouts but her voice carries short. Amber follows behind her master, they both approach the militia-pony, within her field of view the older mare curtseys but the gesture is lost on the younger Unicorn. Sarissa’s boots tips and shield were scorched and still smoking. In the militia-pony’s eyes, Amor observed the remnant magic of Vitalsight spell and speaks with a slight dynamistic tone. “This is Amber and I am Amor, pleasure to find such stalwart defender of Dawnpick as yourself. On behalf of Dawnpick, thank you, Slayer Sarissa” The mare curtseys again and this time imitated by Amber.
“Dear sweet Celestia...” the armored militia pony whispered under her breath. She had caught sight of a dead cat, corpse burned to a blackened crisp by the fire that had only just now been put out. Worse yet, there were more scattered about randomly. Sarissa took a deep swallow, feeling sorrow welling up from within her heart; despite her knack for killing monsters, she had always had a soft spot for pets. She was snapped from the smoking fur on the deceased feline by the words of Amor. She chokes back the urge to tear up and answers, “I...uh...no, I suppose not.” Sarissa stands and listens as the pair are introduced, “There’s...no need to thank me for my services. I’m only doing my duty.”
The mason-pony observes Sarissa’s uneasiness, grandeur was a word far from what the militia-pony was experiencing but glory is more a romantic notion then what life makes of it. “There's no ‘cat’astrophe that can't become a blessing…” Amor seeks to reassure the armored mare, she then turns her attention to cleaning the place up. “Amber lets see if anypony knows best where to start.” The Unicorn stares back at Sarissa. “Not everypony would face a Dragon in single combat and for that you have our gratitude.” The mare said as she focuses on the ruins.
The militia pony shrugs, “Nopony else was there, so I figured I’d have to do it myself. At least its skull will make a nice ornament for my room.” She began to think of where to mount it, perhaps between a couple of the badger pony skulls she had also acquired in battle. Her horn ignites in a green aura as Sarissa begins to help with the clean up operation. The unicorn wasn’t the best for conversation, so she was probably going to keep her silence for the moment and size up this new acquaintance based on her words and actions.
Amor continues to clean with her fore-hooves allowing Sarissa to have space to work her magic. She finds it pleasant to see that the militia holds such responsibility over the damage caused by their actions or that of the enemies. The Unicorns remained silent for much of the work, although Amor slows around the broken statues as if a corpse. Life is a sculptor who chisels the world to beauty… or to death. The Unicorn dwells on the moment.
Other ponies had decided to pull a wooden wagon out in order to have a way to transport the debris efficiently. Sarissa took the opportunity to use it for its intended purpose and began loading it up with the shattered, stony remains of the destroyed statues. Surprisingly, it didn’t take long to clear the charred ground of those items. The militia pony paused as the filled trailer was towed away by a couple of other ponies and turned her attention to the shattered bridge, “I don’t like this. With the drawbridge broken, our mobility into and out of Dawnpick is going to be hindered. Well, except for the pegasi, I suppose.” Even though she lacked the masonry skills required to help rebuild the bridge, she decided that she may at least be able to help collect and bring the needed stone to where it was needed.
Amor hears the concerned words of the steel clad pony and seeks to reassure the mare. “Worrying is not going to do anypony any good but thanks for the consideration.” The mason-pony barely can voice over all the work going on. Although, Dawnpick has no need for more blocks, orders to replace the ones needed to rebuild the bridge were called for. Amor and Sarissa go there opposite ways but both works in their own capacities. It takes two weeks to finish the bridge, re-establishing Dawnpick to the mines and rest of the world.
Post by: jaxler on April 20, 2012, 06:52:26 pm
With Falcata and Glaive being parents, Glyph being off with stiletto and Kat in the hospital the job of watching over the stables was left unattended. Of all the ponies in Dawnpick there were few truly capable of filling the roll. Only one pony was willing to fill the job, and he was not one of them. Jaxler was bored as hell and had a nasty head ache. Jaxler had woken up on top of the stables and had a horrid sense of dread.
Jaxler had to do a lot of annoying things today. He had to get a lease for a craftpony's workshop so he could go back to making wood crafts for a living, he also had to buy an axe so he could go back to wood cutting and he had to also buy some wood cutting tools with the few bits that he had left. The one thing scarred him most of all was the fact that he wouldn't have enough bits to buy booze by the end of the day. Jaxler though about this for a long while before realizing that he was on top of the stables, which needed an baby sitter seeing how all the regular one were gone. Jaxler though that he could get paid for helping out there (and would be wrong). So Jaxler flew down to ground level and walked into the building with a fake smile and said "Aye there foals, If I'm correct you need a substitute Stable master... guy... pony... Watcher... thing!"
Post by: L1wW on April 20, 2012, 07:20:46 pm
"I stood in town square, there was a melancholy air clouding Dawnpick after the depot incident. It was the dead of winter, there was some irony in that. Winter, death, my foal-hood is lost. I witnessed death, I witnessed deceit, I witnessed combat. I was apart of combat, and I need to be able to end combat. With the crack of a whip, with the snap of bone, with the clash of steel, with the flow of blood, I will defend Dawnpick. I will defend my family, my friends, my fellow ponies. I will- hey there's Jaxler over by the stables!" Granite says, snapping out of his monologue. He jumps off the roof of an apartment and lands on the nearby tree. Hopping from branch to branch he gently lands on the ground. "And they say earth ponies are ground locked!" Granite muses to himself. He casually strides over to the stables, wanting to witness the hilarity of Jaxler taking care of foals...
Post by: Dsarker on April 20, 2012, 07:32:45 pm
As Friesden was walking home after another training session with her master, Fauchard, she happened to be passing by the stables, and saw Jaxler, the town drunkard, there. Sliding Excalibunny away, she approached slowly, the bruises still there from today's training.
Post by: jaxler on April 20, 2012, 07:37:48 pm
"SO! What is it that you little foals exactly do all day?" Jaxler then spotted Granite and Friesden walking in "OH, hello Friesden and Granite how are you to today?" Jaxler said nervously
Post by: Dsarker on April 20, 2012, 07:42:12 pm
"I am well, master Jaxler. What are you doing here?" Friesden asked as she walked in.
Post by: L1wW on April 20, 2012, 07:45:00 pm
"Hey Jaxler, I'm doing fantastic! I just had this kickass monologue and then-" Granite pauses mid-sentence after noticing Friesden behind Jaxler. "Eep!"
Granite adds with enough voice cracks to level the walls of Dawnpick. "H-h-heya Friesden..." Granite stutters.
Post by: jaxler on April 20, 2012, 07:48:22 pm
"that's uh... Good to here! SO, um... do you guys know what this place's warden usually does? I'm kinda in the blank as to what I do here."
Post by: Dsarker on April 20, 2012, 07:49:50 pm
"Good day, young master Granite," Friesden says in acknowledgement, before turning back to Jaxler, still waiting for the answer to her question.
"Well," she started as he answered, "typically, they would be responsible for feeding and caring for the foals here. Have you been assigned to be here today, master Jaxler?"
Post by: L1wW on April 20, 2012, 07:50:58 pm
Granite just stands there and starts fiddling with his gold chain, now worn around his neck like a shiny scarf.
Post by: jaxler on April 20, 2012, 07:53:07 pm
"UM... I don't think anypony was assigned to be this place's manager today. Seeing how it's about noon and no adult ponies are here aside from me."
Post by: L1wW on April 20, 2012, 07:54:16 pm
Granite stopped fiddling with his chain and proceeded to stare awkwardly at his front hooves.
Post by: Dsarker on April 20, 2012, 07:56:42 pm
"Is something wrong, young master Granite?" Friesden asked, before she turned back to Jaxler. "That may well be so."
Post by: L1wW on April 20, 2012, 07:59:20 pm
Granite mutters something completely inaudible and continues to look down at his hooves.
Post by: Dsarker on April 20, 2012, 07:59:55 pm
"What was that? Speak up, if you please," Friesden said with the beginning of a frown.
Post by: L1wW on April 20, 2012, 08:01:32 pm
"Uh... I said... nothing... important..." Granite says with a slightly depressing sigh.
Post by: Dsarker on April 20, 2012, 08:02:41 pm
"Well, if you say so," Friesden said with a shrug.
Post by: L1wW on April 20, 2012, 08:03:32 pm
Granite winces and looks down at his hooves for the umpteenth time.
Post by: Dsarker on April 20, 2012, 08:05:00 pm
"Are you sure there's nothing wrong?" Friesden asked. Again.
Post by: L1wW on April 20, 2012, 08:06:36 pm
Granite jerks his head upright to face Friesden, "No... nothings wrong, just... just..."
Post by: Dsarker on April 20, 2012, 08:07:48 pm
"Just what? Come on, speak up."
Post by: L1wW on April 20, 2012, 08:09:59 pm
Granite speaks up, "Friesden, I... er... i-i-I lo-"
Post by: jaxler on April 20, 2012, 08:11:09 pm
"SO, I've heard that Glaive sometimes tells stories to the foals, Should I try my hoof at that?
Post by: Dsarker on April 20, 2012, 08:12:44 pm
Friesden was slightly annoyed at the drunkard's interruption, but she gave no sign.
"Do you know any stories, master Jaxler?" she asked, still turning an inquisitive eye to Granite.
Post by: jaxler on April 20, 2012, 08:16:06 pm
"Yeah, I've got a few stories"
Post by: L1wW on April 20, 2012, 08:17:28 pm
"Tell them... I guess..." Granite says, lacking confidence.
Post by: Dsarker on April 20, 2012, 08:19:19 pm
"That would probably be acceptable. If you would excuse us, master Jaxler..."
Friesden takes Granite over to a side. "What is it?" she demands. "You've never been like this before."
Post by: L1wW on April 20, 2012, 08:27:22 pm
Granite takes a few deep breaths. "How... exactly how would you know how I normally act?" Some hidden anger sparked inside Granite. "WE rarely spoke together for the gods' sake! Sure we had a few conversations around the stables, but that's it! And honestly I think I love you. When I almost got whacked in the face by Jaxler's crossbow my life flashed before my eye's. And it was mainly you! And I'm too much of a goddamn coward to tell you this! Why does this crap have to be so difficult?!" Granite yelled. "There are a few things I want in life, food, shelter, the basics like that, but most importantly, I WANT YOUR BUCKING AFFECTION!!!"
Post by: Dsarker on April 20, 2012, 08:37:31 pm
"...What?"
Post by: L1wW on April 20, 2012, 08:40:08 pm
Granite took a step back, fear lit in his eyes. "I-I didn't say anything." He said with a hint of shame in his voice. Granite looks away around as a tear falls from his face.
Post by: Dsarker on April 20, 2012, 08:41:55 pm
"...Yes you did. I heard you. What makes you think I don't care about you?" Friesden asks, a little bit of anger in her voice.
Post by: L1wW on April 20, 2012, 08:46:46 pm
Granite sniffs a little and smiles a bit. "How would I know if you cared or not? I mean... you know what? I have no idea what I mean..." Granite laughs nervously.
Post by: Dsarker on April 20, 2012, 09:15:39 pm
"Well then, how should I know?"
Post by: L1wW on April 20, 2012, 09:19:17 pm
"I haven't really figured that out... Er, where does this leave us? And what the hell is Jaxler doing right now?"
Post by: Dsarker on April 20, 2012, 09:22:16 pm
"I...I don't know. To either of them. But...I think I will learn the answer to both. Sooner or later."
Post by: L1wW on April 20, 2012, 09:23:50 pm
"Great..." Granite changes the subject. "Why do you have a wooden sword on your back?"
Post by: Dsarker on April 20, 2012, 09:26:05 pm
"This?" she answered, pointing to Excalibunny. "This is Excalibunny, the sword of legends. I am under the tutelage of the great master Fauchard on the matter of pen and sword in accord."
Post by: L1wW on April 20, 2012, 09:27:56 pm
"Huh, Excalibunny... nice name. I got this golden chain from Jaxler and he's hopefully going to teach me how to be a lasher. Let me guess, you saw the slaughter at the depot, too?"
Post by: Dsarker on April 20, 2012, 09:30:02 pm
"Yes," stated Friesden, with a grimace forming on her face. "I don't like to remember it."
Post by: L1wW on April 20, 2012, 09:31:04 pm
"Sorry for bringing it up..." Granite replies, a hint of sadness washes over his face.
Post by: Dsarker on April 20, 2012, 09:34:09 pm
"It is no fault of yours."
Post by: L1wW on April 20, 2012, 09:34:44 pm
"Shall we head back to Jaxler?"
Post by: Dsarker on April 20, 2012, 09:37:35 pm
"Indeed."
They do so.
Post by: L1wW on April 20, 2012, 09:38:23 pm
"Alright." Granite walks over to Jaxler. "So what's been happening on your end?"
Post by: jaxler on April 20, 2012, 09:41:31 pm
"OH, Hay Granite. I've been trying to remember a good story to tell the foals. I think I'll go with one about a Dragon, and two Diamond dogs."
Post by: L1wW on April 20, 2012, 09:42:31 pm
"Awesome."
Post by: jaxler on April 20, 2012, 09:43:51 pm
"Hay Everypony, Gather around. I have a story to tell!" yells Jaxler as he takes a seat in the center of the room.
Post by: L1wW on April 20, 2012, 09:44:58 pm
Granite casually walks over to Friesden. "You're going to love this, trust me." He then waits for Jaxler to tell his tale.
Post by: Dsarker on April 20, 2012, 09:46:18 pm
"I have no doubt," Friesden answered.
Post by: jaxler on April 20, 2012, 10:05:43 pm
"Okay then. Here is the tale of two diamond dog brothers named Spifzen and Fregly of the thieves guild. Now, the two Brothers were identical twins and looked identical to one and other. They were completely equal in almost every aspect of there physical being. They were also the smartest Diamond dogs you would have ever met, I mean they could even best a five star general in a game of chess, and they were undoubtedly the best thieves of there entire clan. NO, there entire civilization. Now, the only difference the thieves had was that Spifzen was very inpatient. He was always looking for cheep tricks and short cuts to get his gold but Fregly would always take his time. And one day, They heard of a Dragon's cave, full of unimaginable treasurers. We're talking gold rings, giant cave spider silk dressed, platinum plates, star rubies, diamonds, Basically any and every kind of swag you can imagine, and even some that you cant. Now Spifzen, devised a plan. Turns out the dragon's cave had a Pond in it, and he planed to use his legendary stealth to sneak up and steal from the dragons hoard and run into the water avoiding the dragon's fire. But Fregly said that it would be best to wait for the dragon to leave his lair and go on another rampage, which could take months. In the end Spifzen pulled a knife on his Brother and told him that he had to come with him. Now once the diamond dogs entered the lair Spifzen went along with his plan, and succeeded, but little did he know that if enough Dragon fire is shoot at something it will burn, Even if its covered in water. Now Fregly noticed that the dragon was distracted by his treasonous brother and pounced on the opportunity and walked up to the dragons hoard and stole enough gold to feed him and his clan for a life time.
Now kids, what do you think is the moral to the story?"
Post by: L1wW on April 20, 2012, 10:13:41 pm
"Always use your greedy and impatient friend as a decoy?" Granite answered.
Post by: Dsarker on April 20, 2012, 10:16:16 pm
"Caution and patience are as necessary as skill."
Post by: jaxler on April 20, 2012, 10:21:49 pm
"Yes Friesden, that is one moral of the story. Another Moral would be don't betray ponies, or diamond dogs, or any intelligent being that has earned your trust, But especially diamond dogs."
Post by: L1wW on April 20, 2012, 10:23:36 pm
"I was way off..." Granite smirks.
Post by: Dsarker on April 20, 2012, 10:31:47 pm
Friesden's Diary.
On that day of death, I was reborn
From the horrors of battle on that morn
Renewed, newly forged, I did emerge
From my innocence I was shorn
And before even hearing of the dirge
Into myself I didst submerge
The change, from life to decease
And from our fortress them did we purge.
And at last, even as our peace
No longer full, it doth decrease
And once more we wield War’s Scourge
From peace today, we are forsworn.
In bone do we mark our desire
For peace not to be put to the pyre
But now to want peace is proscribe
And now ‘War!’ is the message of the crier
As with these words I transcribe
So too will I endure the jibe
Those who speak against us will fall
And in our war will end their tribe
Our soldiers are ready for this brawl
Their soldiers are instead set for the pall
Their food and drink we will imbibe
And their civilisation will expire.
Post by: jaxler on April 20, 2012, 10:41:15 pm
"ug... So anypony here wanna go visit Ms. Kat? She's in the hospital right now and would probably love to see all your smiling faces!" said Jaxler in a nervous tone as he realizes that he doesn't exactly know how to run this place and he might need to seek some advice.
Post by: Dsarker on April 20, 2012, 10:44:33 pm
"That would be good, master Jaxler. I need to pay my respects to her."
Post by: L1wW on April 20, 2012, 10:45:33 pm
"Jaxler I would say that this is a stupid idea, but it's a funny stupid idea. Let's do it!"
Post by: KingStrongbeard on April 21, 2012, 01:16:44 am
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It is early evening of the day of Glaive’s talk with Lady Virtue. Storm Cloud is taking the first night shift and Glaive is returning to his home. A smile on his face and eager to tell his wife the good news. It is later than usual when Glaive reaches the door. “Fal, I’m home” he says as he walks inside.
Having just put the foals to bed, Falcata has just been dozing off herself, sprawled out on a chair, when Glaive strides inside. Jerking awake, she smiles wanly at the unicorn, yawning and stretching as she does so. "Hi, Glaive," she mumbles, rubbing her eyes. "Where have you been, then?"
Glaive closes the door quietly as not to wake the foals and smiles to Falcata and dives straight into what he couldn’t wait to tell her, “I had a talk with Lady Virtue this afternoon. She has decided to form a private guard for herself. She chose me first.”
Falcata sits up straight at the news, surprised. "She did? You were? Did you accept? And who else is part of this guard?" she queries, launching a barrage of questions.
Glaive nods, “Yes, I accepted. She asked me for recommendations for the other position, and from those she picked Storm Cloud. He’s giving up being mayor in order to take the job."
She frowns, pride in her husband turning itself quickly into puzzlement. Either she's not following his meaning, or...
"...other position? But surely she will need a twenty-four hour guard? What's the point if- unless-"
Her frown becomes even more severe, but she gives him a chance to speak, unwilling to jump to any conclusions.
“Yes, other position.” Glaive frowns, “There are only the two of us in it for now. We’ll have to be working alternating 12-hour shifts, for awhile.”
"Twelve hours?!" she exclaims, keeping her voice low. "For a while? Glaive, I hate to burst your bubble, but you have two young foals now! Where are you going to find the time for this? Or have you ascended beyond the need for sleep now?" She doesn't need this, not now. First the rainbow ponies, now this.
“It...it won’t be a permanent situation. If she decides to keep the guard as a permanent feature, then I’ll convince her to allow me to expand it. For now there are only two members, but that won’t be the case forever. And for now even if I work for 12 and sleep for 8 then that still leaves 4 hours a day to spend with you and Balisong, and Falchion.”
"You forgot about eating, as well. And fine, leave all that to one side, and assume I were okay with it, for talk's sake. Why didn't you consult me about this beforehoof? Do I not have any say in this?" she presses on, wearily. Yesterday's events have left her feeling frazzled at best, and now Glaive has gone and done this. "I'd urge you to go back and tell Virtue you've had a change of heart, but if I know you, you've probably already signed an official contract or something, hmm?"
“I didn’t sign anything exactly...but as a matter of honor, I can’t back out now, even if I wanted to. I’m sorry, you’re right in that I should have talked to you first, as this decision affects you and the foals as much as me, but what is done, is done, and I am at her service until she no longer wishes me to be.”
Falcata sighs heavily, thinking. "Look...I know you say it's only for a while, but for my sake, will you at least raise the issue with Virtue and try to increase the guard number?" She finishes, but then appends something with a humourless smirk.
"By the way, I'll just ask her myself if you don't, dear. By the sounds of it she had other potential candidates, as well."
Glaive nods, “Okay, okay. From talking to her, she doesn’t seem totally comfortable with having a guard at all, that’s why I didn’t push for more members yet. But if you want, I can try and talk to her about it tomorrow.”
The pegasus raises a hoof to her chin, turning something over in her mind. She decides to ask the question, interested to see if her husband would be at all hypocritical.
"Glaive...what if I told you that I intended to volunteer for one of the additional positions?" she asks him, gazing at him and trying to gauge his reaction.
Glaive steps closer to Falcata and places his left forehoof on her side a vaguely pleading expression across his face. “Please...Please don’t. In the militia together, we always both had the night off, so we could always see each other after work. But in this position, somepony has to be there at all hours, and unless we have several more members, than that would mean us working different shifts. We...we’d almost never be together, one of us would always be either sleeping or at work. Please don’t volunteer.”
"Now imagine you'd asked me the same question before you went and signed half of every day away!" she snaps, though she doesn't pull away from him. "Do you see what I mean? It's not nice, is it, Glaive?"
Before he can answer, she forges on, posing her real suggestion to him.
"Would you - that is, if Virtue were okay with it - split your duties with me, even if just until additional guards get appointed? I don't want little Balisong or Falchion missing too much of their father, Glaive. Virtue might not want the guard roster expanded too soon, and this way the foals don't have to miss their father for more than a hooffull of hours each day."
Glaive looks down at the floor. “I, I’m sorry, I wasn’t thinking about that. I just...I’ll talk to her about more guards tomorrow. You have my word. She, she would be more than fine with you helping out too. You were,” Glaive hesitates before continuing on. “you were her first pick for the second slot, she only didn’t offer it to you only because I asked her not to.” Glaive looks back up at his wife. “I’ll see that something is done as soon as possible. Virtue is a good mare, she will be understanding.”
"Yes, she is. Nopony could run this place better. If anyone can pull us out of this rainbow pony mess, she can. I just hope it's within the capabilities of one pony, or else- or else we are all in trouble." agrees Falcata, putting her forehoof over Glaive's. "Still, at least we will be in trouble together," she murmurs, giving him a tired smile.
Glaive smiles, “and there is nopony I’d rather face it with than you, Falcata.”
"Mmm," she hums, pensive. She looks to the two foals, lying curled up together in their cot, both fast asleep. "What do you think they'll grow up to be, Glaive?"
“Mmm, well, the military is in their blood. Mother, father, and grandfather all with military backgrounds. If one or both grow up to want to be a soldier, that’s just fine with me.” Glaive thinks about situation with the Rainbow ponies before adding. “I just hope that they get a choice in that matter.”
"The war would have to drag on for years for that..." murmurs Falcata, looking a bit perturbed by the thought of it. She's never seen the feral, barbaric badger ponies as anything more than particularly advanced and malicious animals, but fighting the rainbow ponies would be something else entirely. She's not sure she'll be able to handle it the first time, let alone for years of protracted warfare. "Do you- do you really think it could last that long?"
Glaive holds Falcata close to his side. “I really hope not. But, if a war does start, there is no telling how long it would last.”
"Assuming we are not wiped out within weeks," she says, a despondent tone to her voice. "There is an entire nation of them, and a scant five score and ten of us."
“That is assuming that the King doesn’t support us. We have a nation behind us too, dear. If King Golud supports us then by declaring war on Dawnpick, the Rainbows declare war on all of The Meandering Gloss. If that happens then, well the fighting will be more widespread, but we won’t have to face the whole Rainbow army alone.”
"But what if he doesn't, Glaive? What if Coupledye doesn't want war, what if they don't care about one little mining village, far from the shining spires and high walls of the capital? What if nopony comes to our aid?" Falcata says with trepidation, her gaze urgent. Her fears are spilling out now, but she's not sure even Glaive, of all ponies, can assuage them.
Glaive looks into the crib watching his foals sleep peacefully, unaware of the difficult future they might yet face. “Then we do the only thing we can Fal. We fight. We fight to protect our home, and our Lady Virtue, and...our family. I’ve said it before Fal, together we can do anything, even fight the whole damned Rainbow army if we must. Let them try and come, Dawnpick will not fall."
Falcata nuzzles him gently. His rousing words lift her spirits and calm her fears, and she is more grateful than ever for having married him. "I hope to the gods you're right, Glaive. I really do."
Post by: KingStrongbeard on April 21, 2012, 02:12:26 am
((For the sake of the timeline, this scene is after Friesden first calls Fauchard “Dad” but before the forging of the legendary Excalibunny and the beginning of her training with him.))
Two days after the merchant slaughter. Fauchard goes to visit Lady Virtue’s office alone. He sees his son there standing guard by the door, his first full day in his new position. Glaive stands looking professional, he asks Fauchard about his business and then opens the door a crack. “Lady Virtue. Fauchard would like to speak with you. Should I let him in?”
“Yes, send him in,” she responds. She puts aside the stock records she’d been updating, trying to account for everything left by the rainbows in the slaughter. Things she would try to return to the caravan owners later if she ever got a chance.
The door opens all the way and Fauchard steps inside. Glaive stays in the hall and closes the door. “Lady Virtue.” Fauchard bows awaiting her to begin the conversation.
She smiles at him in turn and waits for him to return his eyes to hers. “Hello, Mr. Fauchard. How can I help you?” she asks, trying to imagine for herself what it might be.
Fauchard speaks, “I have two things I would like to discuss with you Baroness. One involves the whole of Dawnpick, and the other is a personal matter, that involves myself and another of this town.”
Virtue fights to keep her expression straight at the mention that he wanted to discuss something related to the whole of Dawnpick. She didn’t need more bad news right now... she really, really, really didn’t. But perhaps it wasn’t fair to assume everypony was only going to come to her with bad news. She clears her throat and asks, “Alright. What is it?”
Fauchard rises and looks Virtue in the eyes. “First, I would like to talk about the Rainbow situation. I...have experience in the arts of war, and I would just like to offer my expertise to you. I have a few suggestions I would make, if you will hear them.”
So, it was about that. At least it wasn’t worse news about the entire situation. She suppresses the hint of a frown that wanted to edge onto her face, and replies, “O-Of course. I... I must admit I’m still at a bit of a loss over the entire situation. Any advice... anything at all, would be most appreciated.”
Fauchard dives into his advice. “Well firstly, I would say that you have done very well in defending this town so far. I would not desire to be the commanding officer of the force trying to siege this place. That said, I do see a few weaknesses. Firstly, when the dragon came it was able to get inside because the gate was already open. From what I see that is the usual state of it. Where I the Rainbow commander, I would probably try to send some ponies to ambush the gate and destroy the mechanism to raise it before sending in my main force. You should consider keeping it closed whenever possible and keep an armed watch nearby it if it must be left open.”
She nods judiciously. That was a good suggestion... and something that should have been pretty obvious. Maybe she hadn’t completely failed on the defenses, but the gate was undeniably a weak point. “It... was a hassle when we were first setting up the mine to keep the gate open. With Flux’s traps in place we had never had anything actually make it inside... but the dragon was a bit of a wakeup call there.” She thinks for a moment. “Keeping it closed would be a much better option... perhaps we should try to find some way to bridge the mines inside the walls...”
“Hmm, well I’m hardly a mining engineer milady, but perhaps if the outside mine entrance was collapsed we could make a new tunnel inside the walls? That would be a risk if the enemy came to know of it, but if it could be sealed in an emergency, perhaps. My second suggestion was to have some kind of early warning system in place. In most towns a bell, usually manned by a member of the militia or guard would be rung to signal all the civilians of imminent danger, allowing them to know to go wherever they are supposed to go during an attack.”
“That would make sense...” she trails off, trying to imagine the best place to set up such a thing. “So far, we’ve been more or less hiding in the dining hall’s cellar whenever trouble shows up. We don’t have a particularly good method of alerting everypony though... mostly just running around and shouting.” She thinks a moment more. “We could set up a bell of some sort at the dining hall itself perhaps... or the central dorms. Or maybe something magical...”
“Well whichever, we do should work fine, so long as everypony knows about it. But I have one final suggestion. The prison cells are downstairs correct? Would it be possible to expand the basement of the keep so that in case of attack civilians could hide inside it? It is the most fortified building, and the best place for a final stand if that was ever necessary. Preferably with a stockpile of food and drink...and weapons, just in case.”
Also not a bad idea. To be perfectly honest she didn’t like the idea of anypony having to go near the jail, but if it came down to needing someplace to hide, it probably was one of the better places. Expanding it and fortifying it further... not a bad idea. It was close to the food and drink already, which meant it should be easy to expand. “I believe that’s a good idea... yes.” She sighs. “I suppose this would be a good time to finish setting up the crenelations on the keep’s roof too. I’ve been... putting it off for other things... didn’t think we’d ever need to really defend the keep...”
“Unfortunately it is possible that we may need it sooner than we would like. There is one other thing I would like to discuss lady, if you will, but it is of a slightly personal matter.
She couldn’t imagine what that would be about, but she gives him a reassuring smile. Well, the best she could manage with the way she felt. “Of course... if you feel comfortable discussing it?”
“I would like to first ask, about the filly Friesden. I don’t know if I fully understand the situation, but she is without parents, yes?”
That was a bit of a sore topic. She’d mostly managed to forget about that horrible night by now, but seeing the filly reminded her of it sometimes... “I... I’m not really sure, if I’m perfectly honest.” Which made her feel worse, come to think of it. She knew Glyph had left Dawnpick, but hadn’t followed through to ensure Friesden was with somepony... “She had been staying with Glyph, but he left with Stiletto around a month ago. I... I assumed she was staying with Kat... but I’m not sure...”
“Yes, she has been staying with Kat, whom she calls Scary-Lady, for a while, but she has been visiting my home an increasing amount and...well she reminds me of the daughter I lost, which was only made stronger when yesterday, she called me “Dad.” I would, if it is possible, like to adopt Friesden, to make her officially my foal.” Fauchard looks Virtue in the eyes, his expression hopeful.
She’s taken by surprise by that. “Oh... if that’s what you want, then... yes, I’d like to help you there. Very much.” By what about Friesden? Did she really call Kat Scary-Lady? “She’s still a minor... but does she want this too?”
Fauchard nods, “I think she does yes. When...when she saw the bodies at the Depot two days ago, she came running to me, and she hugged onto me and cried till she fell asleep. When she woke...she called me Dad, for the first time. I haven’t asked her about my adopting her, but I didn’t even know if that would be possible yet. If you want to speak with her first. I can fetch her for you, or...”
“Hmm...” she raises a hoof to her chin. Technically it wasn’t even Friesden’s decision. All she had to do was sign off on a piece of paper and it was done. But the poor filly had been through enough. She wanted to make certain that she’d be happy. “Maybe it would be for the best? I’m more than happy to help make that happen, but I do think it would be best to have her opinion.”
Fauchard nods, “I understand. Would you like for me to go bring her here?”
She nods. “Yes, if you don’t mind?”
Fauchard stands, “Not at all,” and exits the door behind him.
_____________________________________
Several minutes later, Fauchard returns to Virtue’s office with Friesden. After Glaive let’s them in Fauchard turns to the Baroness. “I have brought her as you asked, would you like me to wait outside?”
She thinks for a moment. Perhaps that was for the best. “Yes, for just a minute, please.”
Fauchard takes his leave, leaving the filly and the baroness alone in her office.
Friesden sits there nervously, not really knowing why mrs Virtue wanted to see her. She didn’t speak, waiting for her to start talking.
Virtue smiles at her, trying to give her a calming expression. “Hello Friesden. I’ve got something I wanted to ask you...” She makes sure that Fauchard is out of the office before continuing. “Do you like Mr. Fauchard?”
“Uh-huh,” Friesden said. “Da-Um. Mister Fauchard is really nice and tells me all the best stories...And...And he makes the nightmares go away.”
She nods. “That’s good to hear. He came to me a little while ago and asked me about you, but I want to ask you too. He wants you to come live with him. Would you like to do that?”
“Uh-huh!” nodded Friesden enthusiastically. “That’d be nice!”
Her smile widens a bit. “Good, I’m glad to hear that!” She looks at her a bit more intently. “Now... he asked me something else too. He... wants to be your dad. If you’d like that... I can make that happen.”
Friesden couldn’t help herself. She started jumping up and down in excitement. “Really? Really? Can you? Please? Pretty please? Pretty please with bunnies on top?”
She nods enthusiastically and grins a bit. Seeing the filly so excited was doing wonders for her depression. “I certainly can. Hold on just a moment and I’ll do just that.” She goes to let Fauchard in, giving him a big smile as she motions for him to return with her. As she returns to her desk, she sifts through a few forms stored in a nearby cabinet and places it on the desk. “All I have to do is sign off here.” She places her signature on the paper and turns it to Fauchard. “And you too, if you agree to adopt her?” she says with a smile.
Fauchard a wide smile across his face, grabs for a quill with his magic, “Of course, I do.” and he signs his name in the appropriate spot, before passing the form back to Virtue.
Friesden continues jumping up and down, before jumping onto Fauchard and giving him a big hug after he signs. “Thank you Dad!” she says, happiness in her voice.
Virtue gives a small grin to them both and tucks the paper away. “Alright then, it’s done! Mr. Fauchard is officially your daddy now.”
Fauchard returns the hug Friesden, no his daughter, was giving him. “Thank you Virtue. You have done a truely good thing for us today?” He looks down at his daughter, “We should go tell your big brother Glaive, and sister Falcata the good news. What do you think?”
“Uh-huh!” says Friesden with a nod. “That sounds good, dad!”
Fauchard stands, “Thank you again Lady Virtue” and the two ponies head out the door.
Glaive makes a mental note to himself to see about making the baroness’s office more sound proof but that was second to the current situation, his father had adopted Friesden, and he couldn’t be happier about that. As Fauchard and Friesden walk out door they see Glaive waiting he smiles at them. “Hello Father, sister. Your meeting with Virtue went well?”
“Uh-huh! Fauchard’s my dad now!” says Friesden in happiness, almost bouncing up and down in her sheer joy.
Glaive smiles. “That is wonderful news, Friesden. I am happy to be able to call you sister. You should go and tell Falcata, she’ll be happy to hear the good news.”
“Uh-huh!” says Friesden happily. “We’ll see you later, big brother!” She jumps up and gives him a big hug first.
Post by: Telgin on April 21, 2012, 03:30:21 am
It's 4AM and I'm pretty tired, so I've probably forgotten to mention one thing or another. Also, I know I had some hack requests, but they didn't make it into this update. Further, I didn't have much time to incorporate Maklak's suggestions, but they'll be coming in the next update. If I've forgotten anything major, please let me know and I'll try to fix it.
Also, I'll post the scene between Gregor and Virtue tomorrow. And catch up on the past 10 pages or so here, I'm so behind. Tired...
And here's the link to the save: Dawnpick.zip (http://dl.dropbox.com/u/74348879/Dawnpick/dawnpick.zip)
Spoiler (click to show/hide)
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Virtue's Diary - 9th Obsidian, 259
While I was eating with everypony today, I overheard that Stiletto and Glyph were leaving Dawnpick. When I tracked them down and asked them if it was true, they confirmed it. Stiletto told me that she has pressing matters back home that she must attend to, and Glyph wanted to go with her wherever she went.
I'm not happy to see them go, but she has to do what she must. Glyph I suppose I could have ordered to stay, but after speaking with him I think it's for the best. We'll find somepony else to run the stables.
And thankfully the militia has been overkill for our needs so far. Stiletto and Glyph leaving probably won't hurt our military readiness too much.
I just hope the best for them, wherever they end up.
21st Obsidian, 259
The dragon caused damage on a scale completely unlike anything we've ever seen out here. No badger ponies have really even made it inside the walls. The pump accidents just got a few ponies wet. But that dragon destroyed quite a lot. We've started the clean up process and have replaced most of the damaged statues. Most imporantly, we've replaced the drawbridge and can actually get outside or let others inside if we need to. Which we do! The rainbow pony caravan was spotted on the horizon, and they wouldn't be able to get in like things were. Our home caravan should be soon behind them.
Now, if only we'd finished replacing the trade depot. That's the next thing on the list. Once it's repaired, we'll only have fairly minor things to take care of.
1st Granite, 260
I thought I was upset before. I thought when Brook died I was upset. I thought when Barley died I was upset. I thought when Amber nearly died I was upset. And I thought that Indigo taking such offense to Stiletto upset me. I've never been upset until today.
Today has been horrible beyond words.
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So much blood...
It started with the rainbow pony diplomat dying in the dining hall. That led to one thing after another, that led to a crossbow being shoved in my face and my life being threatened to Sarissa stepping in to protect me. Then a dozen rainbow ponies were dead. Just trying to think about it is making me nauseated again. I can still hear their dying screams... see their faces as the life left them. Gods above... if I never have to see that again in my life it will be too soon.
All of the merchants are dead. The diplomat is dead. Kat is hurt... I managed to get her to Panacea somehow. I still don't remember how that happened.
Then... just when I thought things couldn't get worse, more rainbow ponies were discovered in the main warehouse. We had a stand off... I don't blame them for being scared. One of them was injured, and when Panacea was looking at her, Sarissa tried to jump in on my behalf again. I... I ended up hurting Sarissa with the rainbow pony's weapon. I feel... sick again... thinking about it.
I've already thrown up half a dozen times today from it all.
The only remotely good thing about today is that those three survived. Gregor... Gregor Spreadstyles was his name. He and his family were traveling to Glitterglen to see his son. It's a fair distance away, so they won't be leaving for a while yet. I've offered them a place to stay for now, and I'm going to make sure that nopony bothers them.
I need to go see Panacea... maybe she has something that can calm my nerves. I doubt it. I won't be sleeping at all tonight.
2nd Granite, 260
Indigo came to see me today. I was afraid that was going to happen. I was more afraid he'd chew me out again for one thing or another. I was surprised when it turned out he's almost as broken up over this mess as I am. He looked terrible.
He asked me if we were investigating the diplomat's death, and I assured him that Partisan is doing just that, but he hasn't uncovered much of anything yet. He also volunteered to help reorganize the supplies from the caravan (I still don't know what to do with them), and help relocate the dead. To that end, I asked the miners to dig out another wing of the crypt to bury them in. It's not much. But it's all we can do for now. We've moved the bodies down there already, temporarily at least. Properly burying them will take far longer.
Indigo also volunteered to make a memorial to their loss. I gave him my blessing, and he shuffled along on his way.
He looked just as bad as I do. I sometimes wonder if he has as many emotional problems as I do.
After he came to me though, Glaive came and informed me of something somewhat disturbing. He told me that he was concerned for my personal safety. I hadn't considered the possibility, but he made a lot of sense. If the diplomat really was killed to spark a war, I might be the next target. Even thinking about it has my nerves frayed again. He suggested I start a personal guard, and since it was his suggestion and I trust him so much, I offered it to him. Thankfully he accepted. He and Storm Cloud. I imagine I feel a little better... but it's probably just hopeful thinking.
This isn't going to get better for a long time yet.
3rd Granite, 260
Fauchard visited me today, and I must say that today has been some of the first good news I've heard in a long time. Seems he wanted to adopt little Friesden. After Glyph and Stiletto left, I neglected to make sure that anypony was watching after her. Kat had been, as far as I know, but now she's hurt. Fauchard offered to adopt her, and she agreed. I feel a little warm just thinking about the expression on her little face.
At least a little happiness can shine through the fog of sadness that grips Dawnpick right now.
When I talked to Glaive today, he expressed some concerns about expanding my personal guard. Not that I needed more ponies protecting me at any time, but so that they could have mroe time off. That's more than reasonable... I hadn't considered that either when I accepted his offer. He suggested that Falcata be one of the new ponies for the position, and explained his change of mind. I agree with him wholly. I think Fuscina will be next, but I'll have to think about it.
I also got an update from Partisan today. It seems Panacea and Wool finished examining the body of the diplomat, and as far as they can tell, he died of natural causes. Over a dozen ponies are dead now, for nothing.
It's beyond tragic. I of course wouldn't have wanted to know that there was an assassin living among us, but to know that so many are dead for no reason whatsoever sickens me again. I once thought people exaggerated when they said they were so upset their were sick. Now I'm starting to forget what it feels like to not be so upset.
Also, this happened, never seen it before:
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4th Granite, 260
All of the repairs have been finalized today. And our home caravan arrived today. I traded fifty thousand bits worth of steel to them for the usual. A few ores we don't have here, some variety of food, but most importantly some pig tail seeds. We can finally start producing thread and cloth here ourselves.
I don't feel like writing much today. I still feel awful.
5th Granite, 260
As if the deaths of the rainbow ponies wasn't enough, I spoke with our liaison today. I knew something was wrong when I saw him arrive with the caravan, but he kept it to himself until today. He knows about the rainbow pony deaths, but that wasn't the main thing he wanted to address. He handed me a letter from King Golud in Coupledye.
Spoiler: Letter from Coupledye (click to show/hide)
I've known that I've screwed up a lot of things in Dawnpick, but to hear it from the king himself was a blow unlike anything I can really relate. By granting me the title of baroness, he trusted me to do what I had to do. I was required to uphold the law, and I didn't do that. I've failed. I couldn't handle giving out justice, and now I've been shown the repercussions. I stand to lose everything I've worked for out here, and I suppose I deserve it.
Under my leadership, two ponies have died, we've built a church to foreign gods, and criminals have been given laxity that they weren't allowed. What have I done? The liaison was absolutely clear when he spoke to me. Political corruption would not be tolerated. Corruption... something I would never in my entire life believe I'd be guilty of, but it's plain as the ink on the letter.
I couldn't even manage to hold in the crying until he left. I broke down in front of the liaison like a filly whose candy had been stolen from her. What sort of example am I setting here? Glaive must think I'm insane or juvenile. The look on his face when he came back into my office, finding me sobbing like that... he's a kind pony... he didn't say anything about it, but there's no hiding that I just don't have what it takes to do this. I've shown such breach of my duties that Indigo thought it was important enough to tell the king how bad of a job I've been doing. And he's right.
I wanted to just tell the liaison right then and there that I'm through. That I couldn't take any more, but he told me, much to my shock that I was being granted the title of countess. The decree had already gone out, he said, by the time the bad news of my performance reached Coupledye. I stand to lose it if I don't shape up soon.
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To that end I asked him to send a judge back to Dawnpick. I can't judge ponies. I just can't do it. We need somepony else to do it.
I feel sick all over again. We may be at war with the rainbows, and here I am bawling my eyes out again just thinking about what happened earlier today. What sort of example am I showing to everypony here? That it's okay to just cry and hide when things get tough?
I don't know when I'll be able to face them again. Maybe the day after tomorrow. I hope...
10th Granite, 260
I finally left the keep today, for the first time in nearly a week. I didn't want to see anypony but my family... but I knew I had to go outside eventually. I saw Indigo today. My first instinct was to hide from the pony who thinks so little of my rule here, but then I saw how terrible he looked too. He doesn't look like he's eaten in a week. Nor slept. I suppose we really aren't so different.
I worry about him. I hope he doesn't get sick over this... or hurt himself. I couldn't take that right now. Please....
26th Granite, 260
We finally managed to finish burying the dead today.
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Can't put them in coffins, and I just [d]umped the bodies, so they stacked them up in the crypt. I'm planning on making some slabs for them eventually.
It's not much, but it's a proper burial for them. It's the least we can do for their needless deaths. I felt less bothered by the thoughts about it than I thought. Maybe I'm finally coming to terms with it all. I've actually managed to get more than a few hours of sleep a night lately.
I almost forgot we had a few migrants arrive today. I guess the liaison returned my request to Coupledye.
The first was a pegasus stallion woodcutter named Pine Needles. We also had a pegasus mare arrive today, who said her name was Kit. I thought she looked a lot like Kat, and it turns out they're sisters. I'm glad she has some family here now. I don't know where she'll end up, but hopefully somewhere she's happy with. Lastly, a unicorn mare named Jury arrived, and sure enough she was a judge sent from Coupledye to help my settle legal disputes. She's also a mason, which is good since I dare say we won't need her legal expertise frequently.
That reminds me that Granite is a stallion today. The family had a nice celebration for it, and he started his first official day of work under Flux. I hope he's happy working in the smelters and the machine shop. We're going to need more of both workers soon enough for our steel demands.
10th Felsite, 260
Patina was only a little younger than Granite, and today was her sixth birthday. The family threw a party for her as is the custom here, and she joined the smelters helping out making charcoal and smelting down raw ores. We're going to need more furnaces to keep up with the work loads I think. Something I'll check on soon.
While I was heading out to take a look at that situation, I noticed Friesden was occupying one of our craftshops. After having seen it dozens of times by now, I knew she was experiencing one of those strange moods, and after I saw that Glaive and Falcata were looking after her I went on my way. She'll be fine.
13th Felsite, 260
Today was probably one of the most interesting birthdays I've seen. Little Friesden isn't so little anymore, turning six today and officially becoming a mare. But even better, she finished the project she was working on. She ended up making a grate out of some of the bones from the butchered animals. I must admit I never pegged her for a bone carver, but that's the cutie mark she got. I have no idea what we're going to do with the grate, but we'll probably find a use one day. And I suppose this means Friesden will be joining Totem as a bone carver, but I wonder if it's what she really wants in life?
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20th Felsite, 260
Just when I thought I was beginning to get over all of the stress from the past year or so, something terrible happens. We're still not sure how it happened, but one of the monsters managed to squeeze out of the caverns today. Wool was nearby, and it dragged him in. He didn't survive.
The militia and guard immediately galloped off to face the monster as it flew out of the mines, and we all rushed to hide under the dining hall as usual. I'm thankful that they managed to kill it at least, and nopony was seriously hurt. Naginata, Partisan, Kukri and Kris engaged it in melee, and were all caught in a burst of strange dust from the monster. They're all in the hospital now, covered in blisters and in severe pain. Panacea says they should recover soon... but I still feel bad for them.
Again... again my negligence has cost somepony dearly. Wool is dead, and the ponies in the hospital are there because I never bothered to make sure that the caverns were safe. Poor Panacea was torn apart by this worse than I am. She's grown to become good friends with Wool over the years, and now he's dead, and she has to tend to the wounded alone, and every moment she's going to remember Wool isn't there to help her.
I don't know how I'm going to preside over his funeral tomorrow. I haven't had to actually deal with somepony from Dawnpick dying in years... and after everything else lately... I just don't know...
Post by: Dsarker on April 21, 2012, 03:45:42 am
Friesden comes out of the craftspony workshop, tears in her eyes, and a bone grate in her mouth.
Flux wanders by, noticing Friesden seems to have finished her odd project.
Friesden sets the grate down, and slumps to the floor, crying.
He tilts his head, walking towards the little striped filly. "D-, er... Friesden? are you alright?"
"I...I...I...I don't like making things out of dead things!" Friesden says with sorrow in her voice.
"Um... it's alright, D-Friesden. What did you, uh... make?"
"T-t-t-t-this thing!" Friesden holds out the grate, still crying.
Flux kneels by the little filly, trying to comfort her. "Um... it's alright. Those moods... they make ponies make strange things. Even things you never really cared for, or might not want to have created."
"B-b-b-b-but look!" Friesden points to where a cutie mark would be, and there is a new cutie mark there. Two crossed ivory tusks.
Flux gives little Friesden a gentle hug. "You don't want your talent to be... making things like this, do you?"
"N-n-n-n-no..." whispers Friesden.
Flux whispers to the filly: "Want to know a secret about cutie marks?" As she nodded, slightly, he continued on. "They're rarely what they seem."
"W-w-w-what do you mean?" Friesden asked, the tears starting to stop.
"Mine, for instance." Flux gestures to the crucible on his flanks. "It's a crucible, so you'd think my talent is smelting, right?"
"Isn't it?" asked Friesden.
Flux chuckles and shakes his head. "Nope. I've been smelting for a long time, but I don't hold a candle to Cinders, the other smelter. I'm... actually not sure what my talent is... but I know it's not smelting."
"But...but...then...But what could this mean?" Friesden continued to ask, a slight hint of hope in her voice.
"Um... I don't know," admitted Flux. "But if you don't like carving, it's probably not your talent."
"Oh...Okay...But...But...But what will Dad think?" continued Friesden's questioning.
"Fauchard? He'll probably be thrilled that you got your mark, Friesden. Just tell him what I told you about marks if he wants you to take up bonecarving."
"Oh...Okay, mister Flux...D-d-d-do you want this?" Friesden says as she points to the grate.
"Um... no thanks? I uh... don't really need a grate for anything. Thanks for the offer, though, Friesden." He smiles at her, genuinely happy she offered it, but also genuinely having no use for it.
"Oh...Um...Okay then. Well...Thank you anyway, mister Flux," she says before picking up the grate again.
He tussles her mane, smiling. "Any time, Friesden. Take care!"
Friesden walked off, a fair bit happier now.
Post by: Dsarker on April 21, 2012, 05:33:08 am
Friesden, having finished her talk with Flux, continues to walk through Dawnpick carrying the...The grate she had made. It... Flux had said that sometimes ponies made things in these moods they didn’t want to make, and she agreed. Maybe...Maybe she could just find something else to do. As she walks, lost in her thoughts, she bumps into Falcata.
Falcata, quietly perambulating through the halls, is interrupted by the bump of a small and yellow object. Glancing down to regard the interruption, she sees little Friesden, a strange and ornate...something, carried in her mouth.
"Hi, Friesden!" she says, doing her best to sound somewhat jolly. It gets harder every day, with the spectre of war still hanging over her thoughts like a persistent thundercloud. "What's that you've got there?"
“Oh. Um. Sorry, big sister...I...I was just thinking. This...This is the thing...That...That I made.” She gestured to it. “I...It’s a grate. Um...Do you like it?” She lifts it up to give Falcata a closer look. It appears to be made of yak bone, for the most part.
"It's..." begins Falcata, taking a quick flick through her mental dictionary. "...clearly the work of a master craftspony!" she finishes, relieved. In truth, she finds the thing creepy at best. Bone bolts she can understand, but she'd never been one for other bonecarved things, even before the rainbow caravan. "I really like the...circling bone bands...uh..."
“Oh,” said Friesden, her head drooping. “You...You want me to make more...more things like this, don’t you?” she asks in a hollow voice. Maybe Flux was wrong. Maybe she was supposed to be doing this for her talent. She’d...She’d just have to get used to it.
Falcata reassesses the situation, surprised by the smaller pony’s dejection. She crouches down, going to Friesden’s eye level. “Hey, hey, what’s the matter? I don’t want you to do anything you don’t want to, Friesden. Nor should anypony. Why, do you not like working with bone? Who says you have to keep at it?”
“This does!” she says, pointing to the cutie mark. “And I don’t want to, I don’t! I don’t like making things from...From bones! I don’t want to!” The tears, held back, begin to start flowing again.
The cream pegasus reacts swiftly, scooping the little filly into a reassuring hug. Falcata hadn’t noticed the cutie mark on her flank, and if that’s what’s worrying little Friesden, then she can fix that easily. “Easy, sis, ssssh.” she murmurs, stroking the smaller pony’s mane. “You don’t have to make bone crafts all your life just because some- some picture on your side says so! You can do whatever you want, silly. That’s your talent, or one of them, but that doesn’t mean you’re not good at other things too!” She briefly considers mentioning something about fighting with swords being a sort of “working with bone”, but decides against it. That’s probably a bit much.
“S-s-s-so...I don’t have to?” she says, hope forming once more in her voice. “But...But everypony will expect me to... I...I want my talent to be something else! I don’t like this....I don’t want it!”
“No, they won’t, Friesden. Everypony will expect you to do what you enjoy doing, you’ll see. That’s what I expect, and I know for sure your dad and Glaive would agree. And, like I said, your mark just means that boneworking is one of your talents, maybe just the first one you’ve discovered. You have tons more potential, my little pony, and you’ll find something you’re good at and that you enjoy. I promise you.” Falcata lifts Friesden’s chin with a forehoof, wiping away her tears with the other.
“T-t-t-t-t-thank you,” Friesden says with a sniffle. “But...What should...What should I do with this?” Friesden asks, pointing to the grate she’d set down. “I...What do I do with it?”
Falcata regards the thing with a critical eye. Personally, she finds it unnerving, even in the daylight. It would certainly look sinister in the dungeons.
“Well, it’s your grate. You could maybe sell it to somepony from the zebra caravan, I hear they’re more, uh, into things like that. Or, I guess if you really hate it, you could just smash it or something.”
“I...Maybe...I’ll...I’ll talk to dad about it...Maybe...Maybe I could...” She clams up, unable to meet Falcata’s gaze suddenly.
“...Maybe you could what?” queries Falcata, keeping her voice soft.
“Well...I...I...I like...I like Excalibunny...but...but...” Her face turns to the ground, unwilling to look at her sister.
“...But it’s not a real sword, is it? Is that what you’re trying to tell me?” asks Falcata, smiling slightly to show her utter lack of anger.
“...yeah...You...You’re not mad, right?” Friesden asks, suddenly anxious...again.
“Of course not, no! It’s just a training sword; I knew that from day one, Friesden. I never expected you to use it in a real battle; that would have been very foalish of me.” She takes another look at the younger pony, sizing her up. It seemed like only yesterday that she’d been a wide-eyed little filly, delighted to get her hooves on Excalibunny and to swing it around without any real care in the world. She has truly grown up.
“Thank you...You’re the nicest pony I know, big sister. I... I hope I don’t disappoint you,” Friesden says, the tears drying in her eyes and a small smile starting to grow on her face.
“I know you won’t, Friesden. I know you won’t.” smiles Falcata, feeling genuinely happy for the first time that morning.
Post by: Telgin on April 21, 2012, 07:31:37 pm
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Virtue leads her two guests inside her office and gestures for them to take a seat across from her at her desk. She sits heavily and fights for words for a moment before saying, "...I... I want to apologize again... you... you just don't know how sorry I am for this..."
The stallion takes his seat across from Virtue, while the little mare pulls her chair close and sits leaning against her father. "I don't believe what happened in there was any fault of yours, milady."
The extremely stressed expression on her face eases ever so slightly at the words. That was... unexpected, but she'd take whatever she could get at this point. "...then I'd like to apologize on Sarissa's behalf... she... she was... she was just trying to protect me..." She hoped, anyway.
"I... thank you. I don't believe I've properly introduced myself." He reaches his hoof out across the desk. "Gregor Spreadstyled. This is my daughter, Marilee."
She is a bit surprised at the friendly gesture, but decides to snap up the opportunity to help repair the damage, no matter how minor those repairs might be. She reaches out and takes his hoof, trying to give him a warm expression but surely failing at it. "A pleasure. I suppose you already know me..." A pleasure? Well, she didn't know what else to say.
"Aye, I've heard a little of you. Dawnpick has been on the maps for a little while, and new settlements are always potentially lucrative ventures."
And look what that had gotten the traders who were alive yesterday. "I... I suppose so. We've traded a fair bit over the years, especially when we were still growing quickly." Wait... "...but I suppose you've lost a lot more than just bits here... nothing can replace their lives..."
"Oh? No ma'am, as tragic as their deaths were, these ponies were not my employees. I did not come here to trade."
That was a relief. Well, it didn't ease her nerves too much. They were still dead, but at least she didn't have worry so much about the consequences right this moment. "Oh... I see... were you just traveling with them then?"
"Aye ma'am. It wouldn't have been safe for us to travel alone, and drawing on company assets for a personal trip didn't sit well with my wife, so we chose to follow the caravan."
Virtue
"I could understand that," she replies. All of it. Clearly traveling alone was dangerous, something they's just proven in spades. "Where are you from? Were you traveling far away?"
"We come from Laceabbey, one of the western provinces. We were travelling down this way to visit my son, in another settlement near here."
"Laceabby? That is a fair ways away." She extrapolates which direction they were heading and fails to guess where their destination might be. "You were heading to visit your son? I must admit I can't think of any large settlements nearby. Nowhere that the caravans would stop at normally anyway."
Gregor's expression darkens. "I had feared as much. That Shadowglaze bloke claimed he knew where Glitterglen was, but more and more I began to doubt him..."
"Glitterglen?" Now, that did ring a bell. "I... have heard of it. I thought it was a penal colony of some sort..." Her eyes widen as she realizes that she'd just accused their son of being a prisoner, although possibly not wrongly.
"I am well aware of what sort of place it is, and why my son was sent there. I stand by his actions... though a part of me still thinks him a fool for going to that city..."
She nods and hopes to deflect the poor choice of wording on her part. "Ah... yes, I'm sorry..." She tries to picture the map of the area in her head. "...but you were headed in the right direction. Glitterglen is a two week journey from here... I believe..."
"You know the way? That's a piece of good news. Thank you. Though, as I'm sure you're aware, it may be a while before we can depart."
"It was on one of the maps the liaison brought last year..." she replies, fishing through a pile next to her. She retrieves the map and sets it on the desk. "...I... suppose I understand your concerns. Even if I could spare the ponies to escort you to Glitterglen I understand that you wouldn't feel comfortable about it..."
"Oh no, no, it isn't anything like that. I would hate to put any of your ponies at undue risk."
She nods, thankful that he didn't seem offended the thought anyway. "I suppose you'd prefer to wait for the next rainbow coalition caravan... or for your own people to come for you? I'll do whatever I can to make sure your stay here is as comfortable as possible in the meantime..."
"I appreciate your hospitality. Though, I somewhat doubt you will be recieving another Rainbow caravan any time soon..."
She quirks an eyebrow. "Well, it would be another year... I would think..." Wait a second... was he saying...
Gregor ponders for a moment. "...Say. Seeing as the Shadowglazes won't be doing business with you anytime soon... might I be able to interest you in a deal?"
"A deal...?" She maintains the inquisitive expression. "What did you have in mind?"
"Well, Dawnpick is an up-and-coming settlement, and a prosperous one at that. If I could get a letter back home to my elder daughters, perhaps we could work out a contract that would be profitable for both of us."
Virtue considers the offer for a second. If it would remotely help their relations with the other rainbows... specifically those harmed today, she'd accept. She was still a bit surprised he trusted them after what just happened, though. "Of course... I... I suppose normally we'd send such correspondance with the caravan. But I'm sure we could find a way. There are aways things we need... and I'd do anything to help repair relations at this point..."
"Repair relations? With the Shadowglaze family? That will be incredibly difficult, I think."
"I... was afraid of that. I take it you have no relations to them... and I'm at a loss on what to do..."
"I am not sure what to tell you. I never had much experience with the family until this trip, to be honest. I don't know how they might react."
She lowers her head slightly. "I see... I don't even know who to speak to about it. Or what to say." She lets out a small pained sigh. "But... I suppose if you don't know them then can't I ask anything of you. Not that I'm in much of a position to anyway."
"Believe me, milady. If there were anything I could tell you that would be of use, I would do so without hesitation."
"Thank you... there may be little I can do about the caravan at this point... but at least you and your family are alright." She forms a tiny smile. "Your wife will be okay. Panacea is an amazing doctor."
Gregor smiles at this. "Thank you, that eases my mind greatly."
She considered for a moment offering to go see his wife, but Panacea was probably still busy tending to her. Best not to interrupt that. Then she notices the young mare clinging to Gregor has nodded off to sleep, and another idea strikes her. She makes a small motion toward her and says, "It... it's been a stresful day for all of us. Perhaps we should go see about finding someplace for you to stay while you're here? We have a few unoccupied rooms you're welcome to." And she'd pass word to Partisan to assure that nopony bothered them.
Gregor looks down at his daughter. "Aye, I believe some of us could use the rest." He gently nuzzles her awake. "Come on Mari, let's get you into bed."
Virtue stands weakly and leads the two outside. "They're right this way. Sorry, but they're on the third floor..."
Post by: Kryptid on April 21, 2012, 09:04:25 pm
Sarissa's Diary - 6th Granite 260
I've learned that Lady Virtue now has a personal guard as per Glaive's suggestion. If he's right, then there may be some attempt on My Lady's life in the near future. I truly hope that he's wrong. If it turns out to be true, and those mutants do make an attempt on her life, then I'll fight tooth and hoof to bury Elegy's chipped blade deep into the guilty party's cranium. Very deep. I'm going to be keeping an eye on those mutants that are currently dwelling among us. I don't like the idea of them spending any more time with us than absolutely necessary. They could be the ones wanting to make an attempt on Lady Virtue's life. Even if that's not the case, they might still end up wanting revenge against us. Or worse, they could be spying on us and working out our weak points. I know I'm in no position to speak against them after my little "mistake", but I really would like for their stay to be shortened as much as possible.
As far as the personal guard itself goes, I'm a bit disappointed that I was not even considered for the position. Disappointed, but not really surprised. I suppose after what I did, Lady Virtue has probably lost any trust she may have had in me. At least Glaive was a good choice. Speaking of which, I still have not heard what, if any, my punishment will be for attacking the Darkbolt. I can take being locked up for a while. I can even take being lashed. What I cannot take is losing my position in the militia. Losing Elegy. At least there's no indication that such will happen so far...
20th Felsite, 260
Unfortunate happenings today. A forgotten beast showed up, and several others in the militia were exposed to the effects of that cursed dust it had. Now Naginata, Partisan, Kris and Kukri are sick in the hospital. At least they managed to kill it, but I never got a chance to fight it myself! Maybe if I had made it there in time, we would have been able to take it down before so many ponies were affected. Perhaps I should be grateful that I was not among those harmed, especially after having finally gotten over the effects of that wound from that weird mutant weapon. I still feel a bit guilty for not having gotten there in time, regardless. If only I would have had a chance to slash into that things flesh...
Several days earlier, I learned that the stripy hybrid named Friesden accidentally earned her cutie mark via the actions of a strange mood. This is the first time I've heard of such a thing happening. I find it a shame that her talent was something that she found so distasteful. She's already of mixed heritage and appears to be mentally disabled because of it. She has my sympathy. I've thought about talking to her about the bone-carving thing, since I can relate to her plight of getting an unexpected cutie mark. At least I was able to adapt to and embrace mine. Perhaps I can teach her to do the same.
On an unrelated subject, I'm starting to worry about Lady Virtue. She seems to be under chronic stress and almost always looks weary. It's not surprising, given her position and all of the less-than-pleasant things that have happened around here as of late. I wish I could help, but I don't know if I can approach her about it. She's my superior, so speaking to her about emotional matters just doesn't seem appropriate. Not to mention that I'm not the best pony when it comes to such matters.
Post by: vkiNm on April 21, 2012, 11:39:16 pm
She have made it.. Months of sea-journeying and Months more of sniffing around, tracking and looking for clues.. She have finally made it. She was Heartbroken when her sister have ran and left her family.. Not because that she ran, Kit understood that if her sister didn’t run away, she’d be dead already by now.. No.. She was Heartbroken because Kat didn’t bring her with her.
But that doesn’t matter anymore, She have waited and worked long and hard enough and now she’s here.. In Front of the hospital in this strange new lands in this strange new fort.. At Least the ponies here seems nice. Talking with the Lady of this place was pleasant, Even though she came to knowledge of her sister now hurt in the Hospital.. But she knew Kat.. She’ll.. She’ll go through this and stand up.. She always do..
Mustering her courage, With a deep breath and a determined mind, Kit steps into the Hospital, Looking for the patient’s ward.. Looking for her elder sister who she left everything behind for.. And there she is, Laying in boredom with a bandaged wing and hoof. heh, she didn’t change one bit from what Kit can remember her.. She wanted to shout out her name, she want to jump and fly and just pounce her sister right then and there.. It’s been so long.. Her hooves walked towards her elder sibling without her even realizing it.. her eyes welling up with tears of joy..
..she made it..
“Kat?” Kit worded out, finally after just sort of stand there for a moment longer than she wanted.. Her words shaky and filled with happiness.. Now she knows what wordless feels like.
There are Moments, Moments that stops a pony’s heart for a beat, Those moments can be fear, those moments can be shock.. and today, Kat knew it came in surprise and blissful happiness aswell.. Her heart skipped a beat when she hear that voice, her face slowly turns around to see the owner of that voice.. She didn’t want to believe it.. She even consider this being hallucination from Panacea’s medicine.. “Kit?” She worded back, a foreleg reaching out only to be accepted and held by her younger sister, confirming that she really.. is there..
They both share a little tearful smile together.. Words failed them, Words escaped them, words had no place for them.. not today.. not now.. right now, it’s time for hugs. And hugs they did.
All those times being apart, all those memories they shared, It all rushing back together as they held each others, never again wanting to let go.. But eventually, Regretfully, they did..
Kat was first to break the silence. “Kit.. w-what.. why are you here?” She ask, wiping some tears from her eyes.
“Because I want to see you again!.. silly.” Kit replied, she’s not quite fluent with this strange new language yet, but she always have had ways with word and must be speaking a lot better than Kat have had at the same time as her learning.
“Silly filly.. you shouldn’t have came after me..” Kat said with a smile, ruffling her little sister’s mane slightly, producing an eep.
“But you told me yourself to always follow my heart! and make my own decisions and never let anyone control my life!... so.. So I left and looked for you.. and.. I found you now.. I’m glad you’re still alive Sister..” Kit said, smiling happily and giving Kat another hug and nuzzles happily at her.
“I’m glad you followed your own choice..” Kat said softly, embracing Kit in their hug and returns the nuzzles..
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It would be hours before they finish talking to each others, Mainly about things and how things have been both back there and here.. Kat having somepony to share stories with and telling of the wonderful ponies here in Dawnpick.. Kit was Eager to meet them.. But there’s one thing she’s also eager about that she didn’t tell her sister as she walks out..
Seeing Kat there wounded in the hospital’s bed, Kit wanted to do something about that.. And she have always wanted to be like her sister.. She wants to follow her hoofsteps.. Kat never liked that.. But she’s making her own choice here.. She know that Kat’s in the guards here in Dawnpick, she wants in too.. She have travelled across the ocean and across strange lands, meeting ponies and learning languages to find her.. And to find her hurt, she wants to do something to help.. And she figured that if she could help her sister work.. that would help things out. Finding Partisan’s office and Tapping on his door..
“Hello, I’m Kit. And I’m here about joining the guards.. May I come in?”
//FIN//
Post by: jaxler on April 21, 2012, 11:42:38 pm
The foals and Jaxler made there way over to the hospital to check up on Kat. it took them a while to walk there, mainly because Jaxler made a detour around the depot. one the pony reached the hospital Jaxler knocked on the door. "HAY PANACEA, CAN I COME IN!"
Post by: Dsarker on April 21, 2012, 11:48:25 pm
Friesden peered through the hospital, slipping past Jaxler. The...The warrior she knew as the lady of terror was here, wounded...
She had cared for Friesden when nopony else would. She should know what was happening. Friesden owed her that much.
She walked up to the lady of terror's bed, and bowed to her. "Good day."
Post by: jaxler on April 21, 2012, 11:51:34 pm
"well that's one way of doing it... Okay then foals come in!"
Jaxler then walked on in with the rest of the foals "Yo, Kat"
Post by: vkiNm on April 21, 2012, 11:54:32 pm
Kat sees the approaching Friesden, Although she's on the bed and still wounded, she doesn't look too bad. Been feeling great lately even, She beams Friesden a kind smile and chirped "ah Friesden! Good day to you too!" oh how have she grown.. She'll probably wouldn't be seeing her around the Stable anymore, But it's still great to see the filly that she used to care for visiting her.
And then there's Jaxler, Kat was surprised to see him leading the foals in, He's the Penfather today? well that's a surprise. Although after that visit, he doesn't really seems like such a bad guy. "Hehe, What's up Jaxler?"
Post by: Dsarker on April 21, 2012, 11:56:08 pm
"Miss Kat. You may be unaware, but I have been adopted by my master-at-arms, master Fauchard."
Post by: L1wW on April 21, 2012, 11:57:32 pm
Granite waited for Jaxler and the foal train to enter the hospital before he went in. During this period of time he started playing with his chain... and managed to cut himself. He sighed and then walked in after the last foal. Granite then watched as Friesden and Jaxler each greeted Kat. "Wow, this is actually pretty deep..." Granite says to himself, examining his wound.
Post by: Impending Doom on April 21, 2012, 11:58:06 pm
Post by: Allaki on April 21, 2012, 11:59:26 pm
Midnight watched, have confused, and half smiling at the parade of foals walking to the hospital. He smiled more as he noticed Rose among them, and decides to follow for a bit. And see what every pony was up too.
Post by: vkiNm on April 22, 2012, 12:03:48 am
Kat didn't think it was possible to feel any better today, She was proven Drastically wrong. Smiling wide as she's being swamped by foals and ponies alike
"Aww, Hello too all of yous!" then Friesden says that.
"Oh? well that's nice Friesden! you having a proper family again. I'm sure he'll do you a great father, hehe, might even teach you a thing or two aswell who knows? But from those bruises I'm seeing.. He really have been teaching you stuff haven't he hmm?" Kat asked with a smile.
Post by: L1wW on April 22, 2012, 12:05:29 am
"Wow, I am literally getting blood on the floor, damn..." Granite says, noticing his cut bleeding heavily and watches as it drips in a small pool under his feet. He then looks over to see Kat smiling at all the foals. Granite starts feeling light-headed.
Post by: jaxler on April 22, 2012, 12:08:05 am
Jaxler looks down at Granite who's bleeding... badly
"PANACEA, GRANITE IS DYING OVER HERE!"
Post by: Allaki on April 22, 2012, 12:10:01 am
Rose quickly works her way up to Kat's bed, and gently hugs the pony. Midnight slowly working hiy way through the crowed, easily noticing the injured Granite. Quickly looking around for medical staff.
Post by: L1wW on April 22, 2012, 12:10:15 am
"Jaxler you don't have to yell! I am perfectly fine!" Granite says, slightly reassuringly, he then takes two steps towards Friesden and passes out from all the bleeding from the cut on his hoof.
Post by: Dsarker on April 22, 2012, 12:10:23 am
"Thank you, miss Kat," she says with a nod. "He has indeed been teaching me," she says, drawing Excalibunny, and giving a short demonstration of her practice, before looking at the other injured pegasus, one she didn't recognise. "Your pardon, miss Kat, but I must beg your leave for now."
With another bow, she backs away and walks over to the unknown pegasus. "Your pardon, my lady, but I do not have the pleasure of knowing your name. I am Friesden, wielder of Excalibunny, the legendary sword!" She holds out the fairly beat-up wooden training sword for her to examine.
Post by: Telgin on April 22, 2012, 12:11:35 am
Panacea comes trotting down the stairs at the sudden shouts. She sees the bleeding pony and rushes over to inspect him. It was a fairly deep cut. "What happened?" she asks urgently as she heads off to find something to stitch it up with.
Post by: Allaki on April 22, 2012, 12:13:25 am
Rose looks back and watches Granite in horror.
Post by: jaxler on April 22, 2012, 12:14:14 am
Jaxler looks back at panacea, his face covered with shock.
"He cut himself, Panacea."
Post by: L1wW on April 22, 2012, 12:14:28 am
Granite magically gains consciousnesses. "Panacea, I was playing with my chain, and then i-i-i-I got a boo boo!" Granite cries out. Pulling himself into a ball, he tries to stop crying in fear of looking less stallion-y in front of Friesden.
Post by: Impending Doom on April 22, 2012, 12:15:18 am
"My, that is a fine blade you carry, Lady Friesden. My name is Germaine, of Laceabbey."
Post by: Allaki on April 22, 2012, 12:16:35 am
Midnight just keeps quiet and does his best not to get in the way.
Post by: Telgin on April 22, 2012, 12:18:16 am
She examines the wound and helps Granite to a safer position to start to work on it. She cleans the wound and stitches it up after a moment. "There... you should be okay now. You need to be more careful, that was a pretty nasty cut."
Post by: vkiNm on April 22, 2012, 12:19:25 am
Kat was rather surprised at the sudden blood pool going on in the hospital.. well, atleast he's treated..
"mind me asking but, Why is he playing with a Chain made of gold in the first place? I mean.. who gave him that? That thing's Dangerous!"
Post by: Dsarker on April 22, 2012, 12:19:34 am
"Thank you, Lady Germaine of Laceabbey. What is your business here in Dawnpick, and how were you injured?" She tries a bit to make herself look more important (mostly failing), but continues to look at the injured pony. Somepony for her to champion!
Post by: L1wW on April 22, 2012, 12:21:59 am
"Panacea, I just cut myself with a freakin' chain! How does that even work?!" Granite sighs and tries to rub the tears out of his eyes, hopefully before Friesden even notices what's going on. Granite looks over to Kat. "Didn't you know? It's the latest fashion sense: wear a golden chain around your neck that can apparently cut things with ease! And I ain't telling you where I got it from! And how is an almost like three meter chain dangerous?"
Post by: Allaki on April 22, 2012, 12:24:04 am
Rose takes a calming breath as she sees Granite getting help. Still shaking a bit from the experience. Midnight noticing her, and walking up to her before pulling her into a hug. "Hello, Miss Kat, seems like this has been an eventful day for you."
Post by: Impending Doom on April 22, 2012, 12:28:47 am
Post by: jaxler on April 22, 2012, 12:29:55 am
"Granite, do you feel okay.. that was a lot of blood, and you need to tell me how you cut something with a chain."
Post by: Dsarker on April 22, 2012, 12:30:54 am
"I..."
Excalibunny falls from her mouth. She looks down, but makes no effort to pick it back up again.
"I...I saw...It...It...It was horrible..."
She starts shaking. So many ponies...
Tears begin to form in her eyes.
Post by: L1wW on April 22, 2012, 12:32:55 am
"All I want is some baked goods and a soft pillow, and I guess if you believe hard enough, anything is possible..." Granite says to Jaxler. He then notices Friesden drop Excalibunny. Granite quickly get's up and sprints over to Friesden. "Friesden, what's wrong? Don't cry f-f-Friesden... don't... c-c-cry...Waaaaa!!!" Granite starts crying.
Post by: Impending Doom on April 22, 2012, 12:44:15 am
"I-I'm sorry, I didn't realize..."
She reaches out a hoof to rest gently on Friesden's shoulder.
Post by: Dsarker on April 22, 2012, 12:46:01 am
"So...So much death...So much hate! What could we do against such reckless hate, uncaring of life, of truth, of reason...What is there to be done?!"
Friesden lets out a pair of sobs, and then continues "I'm...I'm sorry, it must be worse for you, knowing all those ponies who d-d-d-died!"
Post by: Allaki on April 22, 2012, 12:47:53 am
Midnight gulps and lowers his ears a little as he hears Friesden.
Post by: vkiNm on April 22, 2012, 12:50:29 am
Kat frowns slightly as she sees the scene before her turns into something rather sad. Oh whelp.
Post by: Impending Doom on April 22, 2012, 12:56:43 am
Germaine gently pulls Friesden up onto the bed next to her.
Post by: L1wW on April 22, 2012, 12:57:33 am
Granite tries to compose himself next to Friesden, but then he hears her words. So much death... so much hate... Granite thought to himself. He backed away from everypony's sight and hastily walked out the door. He got a good twenty paces away from the building and stood in a secluded spot away from the crowds and glamor of the city and stood there. Granite stood alone there, thinking about every thing he's done in Dawnpick, from getting kidnapped to beating the crap out of Jaxler. He stood alone and waited for nothing.
Post by: Dsarker on April 22, 2012, 01:02:46 am
Friesden lets herself be pulled up. "I'm...I'm sorry..." she whispers.
Post by: Allaki on April 22, 2012, 01:10:07 am
Rose lowers her head, fighting off a few tears as she hears the sad scene. Midnight pulling the foal closer, and giving her a comforting smile.
Post by: Impending Doom on April 22, 2012, 01:12:30 am
"Anypony would be shaken by such a scene, little Friesden. There's nothing to apologize for."
Post by: Dsarker on April 22, 2012, 01:16:48 am
"T-t-t-thank you. I...I keep seeing them...I keep seeing them at night. Dad makes them go away, but they always keep coming back..."
Post by: jaxler on April 22, 2012, 01:31:39 am
Jaxler sits there looking at the foal as she lets out her pain. He can't believe that she's this sad, this torn up, this scarred. The last time he saw her she was just normal little Friesden at least until he...
Now Jaxler was filled with pain from knowing that he should have lied, and by the fact that he couldn't do something as horrible as lie, and that he mentally scarred a little foal "damnit"
Post by: Impending Doom on April 22, 2012, 01:52:09 am
Post by: Dsarker on April 22, 2012, 01:52:53 am
"T-t-t-t-thank you..." Friesden sniffles.
Post by: Allaki on April 22, 2012, 01:57:38 am
Midnight smiles a little more as he sees Friesden calming down. He looks down at Rose, who seems to be feeling better too.
Post by: jaxler on April 22, 2012, 12:54:51 pm
Jaxler walked out of the hospital. He needed to get away from everything for a few moments. He felt sick for causing a foal to be that scarred. once he got out of the hospital he saw Granite sitting seeming completely depressed. Jaxler walked over to his friend. "Granite, are you okay?"
Post by: L1wW on April 22, 2012, 01:04:44 pm
Granite was brought out of his thoughts as Jaxler appeared next to him. "I've been better Jaxler." Granite responds. "I was just thinking about... everything. Since the day I was almost kidnapped to the sight of the dead at the depot." Granite pauses. "I was thinking about death. A vast nothingness beyond life. Being removed from existence... the end of a story. Each page, each chapter, gone, removed, deleted. I grew up at a lucky time you know, Rainbow's could ambush us anywhere and at anytime. Everything just seems dangerous now. The occasional thieves are easy to deal with, but we just incurred the wrath of an entire nation." Granite thinks for a few more moments. "And no matter how good the previous day went, no matter how strong you are, no matter how smart you are, you could end up walking down the wrong path and end up in the middle of an ambush..." Granite pauses again. "Jaxler, I'm scared..."
Post by: jaxler on April 22, 2012, 01:33:03 pm
Jaxler put his hoof on Granite's withers "Granite, I... Please don't be afraid. You can't think when your afraid. Sure they could kill us, but it's not like that changes anything. Another beast could raise up from the caves and wipe us out, a demon could charge our walls, a roc could block out the sun, and now the rainbow ponies could attack us. It's not like anything changed. There will be death, Granite, but that happens everyday. Every day you could get decapitated by a badger pony or dragged down to the caves by a monster but before rainbow ponies death you acted just fine living each day knowing that you could die at any moment. So, why now are you afraid? We'll survive each day as we did before, that I can promise you"
Post by: L1wW on April 22, 2012, 01:46:05 pm
"I appreciate the words Jaxler. I'm just scared because I feel as though my own potential could be wasted in death before I put it into helping Dawnpick. When the times comes, when the Rainbow's lay siege to us, I want to stand on the front line next to my friends and comrades and help give my all to keep Dawnpick safe. Or I would build a giant retractable sky bridge that would send all the invaders plummeting to their deaths. Either option works for me." Granite says.
Post by: jaxler on April 22, 2012, 02:28:14 pm
"Granite, If you spend your potential killing then you are wasting your potential..."
Post by: L1wW on April 22, 2012, 02:32:09 pm
"What if I used my potential building things that could kill stuff? Like the sky bridge of death for instance." Granite responded. "Or what would you prefer I put my potential into?"
Post by: jaxler on April 22, 2012, 02:35:45 pm
"Put your potential into something that makes you that ponies won't haft to kill anymore."
Post by: L1wW on April 22, 2012, 02:37:35 pm
"So I should put my potential into making world piece? Is that even possible?"
Post by: jaxler on April 22, 2012, 02:48:41 pm
"World peace is impossible, but it would still be nice to see ponies try to make things more peaceful."
Post by: L1wW on April 22, 2012, 03:00:13 pm
"But it would be to no avail. Sure, I could get two countries to stop fighting, but give or take a few months and they'll go right back to it. I would rather spend that time protecting those I care about from the inevitable onslaught of bandits, beasts, and all the other crap that's tried to kill us before."
Post by: jaxler on April 22, 2012, 03:04:10 pm
"Then protect them, but once the threat is gone work towards creating a place where you will never have to protect anyone ever again."
Post by: L1wW on April 22, 2012, 03:07:29 pm
"So isolation? And what about the sky bridge of death?"
Post by: jaxler on April 22, 2012, 03:16:13 pm
"Granite... isolation could work, but it would be better if we could learn to live with each other. it would be better if we could learn to live each and every race and kind of pony. If we could learn to live with the diamond dogs, griffins, zebras, and buffalos. If we could just put a knife in our pride and realize that we all are equal instead of letting primordial hatreds pin us agents each other in the fields of slaughter."
Post by: L1wW on April 22, 2012, 03:20:45 pm
"Okay Jaxler, and if you were in charge of a country and you figured out which nation destroyed your home town, what would you do? Also, I really want to build that goddamn sky bridge now."
Post by: jaxler on April 22, 2012, 03:26:40 pm
"You don't know anything about what happened to my home town do you?"
Post by: L1wW on April 22, 2012, 03:28:44 pm
"You said you woke up in an alley way bleeding out of your side and everything was on fire. It relates to the date etched on your crossbow."
Post by: jaxler on April 22, 2012, 03:45:59 pm
"You don't know much then... Tell me, have you ever talked to a Topoireneian?"
Post by: L1wW on April 22, 2012, 03:49:25 pm
"What do you think Jaxler? I was born and raised in Dawnpick for the past like 5 or 6 years."
Post by: jaxler on April 22, 2012, 03:53:06 pm
"Do you even know what a Topoireneian is?"
Post by: L1wW on April 22, 2012, 04:38:36 pm
"No idea Jaxler" Granite replied.
Post by: jaxler on April 22, 2012, 04:43:26 pm
"I guess that makes sense. Some ponies don't even think they exist any more, so why would a foal like you know anything about something that probably doesn't exist anymore."
Post by: L1wW on April 22, 2012, 04:45:36 pm
"Let me guess, you are a Topoireneian? And are you from Topoireneia?" Granite asks, not amused.
Post by: jaxler on April 22, 2012, 04:49:05 pm
"Probably not, seeing how we apparently don't exist anymore."
Post by: L1wW on April 22, 2012, 04:54:49 pm
"Well technically if you are a Topoireneian then they still exist. And I guess you have to remember what Topoireneia has achieved over the years because no one else knows... you should write a book about it. And we should have a library here in Dawnpick so it can help collect all the events and historical figures we have here, just in case we all get wiped out..."
Post by: jaxler on April 22, 2012, 05:13:53 pm
"Maybe it would be best if some of the evil my nation did was forgotten, and it's not like even much of a Topoireneian anymore... It's been so long that I don't even know how to speak our language anymore..."
Post by: L1wW on April 22, 2012, 05:17:35 pm
"Huh... so should we head back to the hospital now?"
Post by: jaxler on April 22, 2012, 05:20:35 pm
"We probably should, but first you should know, I Promise you that this fort will not fall."
Post by: L1wW on April 22, 2012, 05:22:34 pm
"No doubt Jaxler. No doubt." Granite says. He then starts walking back to the hospital.
Post by: jaxler on April 22, 2012, 05:38:18 pm
Jaxler walked into the hospital along with Granite. Jaxler then walked over to Kat with a rather concerned look on his face. "Um Kat, I kinda need to ask you about some stuff about how to run the stables".
Post by: vkiNm on April 22, 2012, 11:07:19 pm
Kat perk her ears up as Jaxler asks, already laying back on her bed
"sure, what do you need to know?" She ask with a smile.. Still surprised that Jaxler out of all and every pony wants to run the stable aswell. That brings her smiles. heh, maybe he's a good pony afterall..
Post by: jaxler on April 22, 2012, 11:12:39 pm
"how do I run the stables in general? what do I feed the foals and what exactly do I do all day while I'm running the place as the stables?"
Post by: vkiNm on April 22, 2012, 11:22:47 pm
hmm.. good question coming from Jaxler.. "Well, It's not /that/ hard when you know the secrets of it. It's just like.. a Rotate of Activities each days, Even the same thing over and over again and the Foals will be happy about it. You really shouldn't be feeding them Booze though, I like to feed them Nicely-made Salad that i chop up for them along with fresh Strawberry juices. Usually fresh veggies is nice, Strews are great too if you can get any from the kitchen. And for what you do? well, here's a neat little cheat trick." Kat said then lean a little closer to him, whispering.
"Ask what they want to do or what games do they want to play.. That'll give you enough ideas for what they like.. And when they want you to think up a game for them, try to remember what they liked to play a few days ago.. It'll never get old!" Kat said with a nod "Oh! and stories, With morals. Those are great too. Running around just laughing and trying to catch the cloud is fun too sometimes."
Post by: jaxler on April 22, 2012, 11:28:27 pm
"Okay, that's helpful... Is there any problem with me feeding them meat, and what exactly do I do about my crossbow?"
Post by: vkiNm on April 22, 2012, 11:34:58 pm
"Well, I wouldn't think it's a good idea to feed them meat just yet.. Maybe little bits mixed with salad for flavor but nothing more. And you can bring your crossbow I think, As long as you didn't bring any bolts or anything that could be use as a bolt. As long as it's just an oversize jewelry rather than a weapon, They're fine."
Post by: Dsarker on April 22, 2012, 11:40:42 pm
Friesden quietly snuggles into Germaine's hug. "Thank you," she says again with a sniffle.
Post by: jaxler on April 22, 2012, 11:45:41 pm
"My crossbow isn't jewelry... ug, anyway what do I do if somepony gets hurt?"
Post by: vkiNm on April 22, 2012, 11:47:18 pm
"In my case I would tend to their wounds if it's small enough, some little cleaning and bandaging always works. But in your case? well.. If you don't think you can first-aid them then you can always take them to Panacea, it's not like she's usually busy.. Thankfully."
Post by: Impending Doom on April 22, 2012, 11:47:47 pm
Post by: jaxler on April 22, 2012, 11:57:34 pm
"Bringing them to panacea is probably best, seeing how the only way I know of to close wounds is cauterization... Well thanks, for the help. I really needed it."
Post by: vkiNm on April 22, 2012, 11:59:15 pm
Kat nods with a smile "hehe, no problem. Hey Jaxler? Thanks for trying out at the Stables alright?.. you might be an okay pony afterall.."
Post by: jaxler on April 23, 2012, 12:07:24 am
Jaxler said sarcastically "What made you think that I wasn't an 'okay' pony?"
Post by: vkiNm on April 23, 2012, 12:13:28 am
Kat simply chuckled and lay more onto her bed. "Thanks for bringing the foals to visit me Jaxler."
Post by: jaxler on April 23, 2012, 12:17:10 am
"Anytime... Thanks again for the help."
Post by: vkiNm on April 23, 2012, 12:18:41 am
"No, thank you for the help." Kat said with a smile
Post by: Dsarker on April 23, 2012, 12:22:53 am
Before too long, quiet snores start emanating from the stripy yellow filly.
Post by: Impending Doom on April 23, 2012, 12:32:53 am
Post by: Khenal on April 23, 2012, 03:10:01 pm
I walk towards the crypts, hoping I'll find Jaxler there. He had seemed to be adjusting well to being mostly a civilian, though he was still part of the reserves. I hadn't seen him since Wool's funeral, and he tended to visit the crypts when he was feeling depressed. I half hoped he wasn't down there, that'd at least mean he was probably not down in the dumps at least. Once I descend the stairs, though, I can see the red and black form of my friend down there.
"Um... heya Jaxler."
Post by: jaxler on April 23, 2012, 03:19:06 pm
Jaxler had spent a lot of time down in the crypts. A pony who's magic kept him alive had recently died. Jaxler wouldn't be able to be stand where he was right now if it weren't for wool. Jaxler even had spent some time talking with the pony on occasion and would go so far as to call him an acquaintance or even a friend. Jaxler was entranced in deep thought over unicorn's passing and was surprised to hear one of his friends coming down the stairs "OH, Hay Flux."
Post by: Khenal on April 23, 2012, 03:23:09 pm
"How... are you doing, Jaxler?"
Post by: jaxler on April 23, 2012, 03:24:44 pm
Jaxler sighed before responding "I've been worse."
Post by: Khenal on April 23, 2012, 03:29:22 pm
I glance at the coffin he's standing by, noticing it's Wool's, and give my own small sigh.
"There was nothing you could have done, Jaxler..."
Post by: jaxler on April 23, 2012, 03:34:30 pm
Jaxler sighs again and gazes down at the coffin.
"There's probably something I could have done.. and I hate knowing that somepony that saved my life die"
Post by: Khenal on April 23, 2012, 03:52:36 pm
"You can't be everywhere at once, Jaxler. I... I wish Wool were still here, too, but... blaming yourself doesn't help anything."
Post by: jaxler on April 23, 2012, 04:03:03 pm
"I really don't like ponies dying around me."
Post by: Khenal on April 23, 2012, 04:05:18 pm
"I didn't ask you to like it, Jaxler. But do you think he'd want you to blame yourself?"
I shake my head sadly.
"I don't think he would."
Post by: jaxler on April 23, 2012, 04:08:30 pm
"I'm not blaming myself, I know it was that twisted subterranean abomination's fault. It's just that I feel like I could have done something to help him."
Post by: Khenal on April 23, 2012, 04:15:39 pm
"How? By being able to predict the future? Jaxler... he was dead before anypony could get there. We should strive to prevent something like this from happening again, but... 'what if' situations don't really help either. Look to the future for hope, Jaxler, and to the past for guidance."
Post by: jaxler on April 23, 2012, 04:27:13 pm
Jaxler shrugged "I know... it's just I have hard dealing with the past..." Jaxler then gazed over to his scar. "You know, if it weren't for wool, Panacea wouldn't have been able to put me back together after the whole cavern incident."
Post by: Khenal on April 23, 2012, 04:34:09 pm
"I... I know. He didn't... deserve this. Nopony does..."
Post by: jaxler on April 23, 2012, 04:41:20 pm
"You know back where I'm from, it's actually disrespectful to cry over somepony's death. I mean, why would somepony want their death to cause other's pain, and if you do cry it's supposed to be out of respect not sorrow."
Post by: Khenal on April 23, 2012, 04:55:48 pm
"Then... stop beating yourself up over it?"
Post by: jaxler on April 23, 2012, 05:01:15 pm
Jaxler sighed and broken his gaze. "I probably should..." Jaxler paused for a second as he thought to himself "Ya know what? I haven't had any booze in like three days. In fact, I also probably should go get a drink right now."
Post by: Khenal on April 23, 2012, 05:04:08 pm
I give my friend a small smile.
"A drink sounds nice. Mind some company?"
Post by: jaxler on April 23, 2012, 05:08:34 pm
Jaxler smiled "Drinking always better with company."
Post by: ZeroInfinity on April 23, 2012, 07:36:20 pm
Post by: Psalms01 on April 24, 2012, 12:04:57 am
((Amor and the Slayer))
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In the central tenement, Sarissa’s room was above Falcate & Glaive room which neighbored Amor’s. The mare was puzzled over the axe-pony she meet a little over two weeks ago, who thrash the elephant sized fire-breathing monster in single combat. Amor’s curiosity of the magic that Sarissa used in fighting the dragon was also getting the best of her. Vision spell of some type but why did so much magic linger in her eyes? Miscast, short term spell, over enhancement or just poor selected spell. Maybe used something similar to my nervi-oculus. Although, she was unwilling to push the question and would only thank the mare again.
Before the Militia-pony’s apartment, the mason knocks on the conjured strawberry door with her left fore-hoof and announces. “Sarissa, it is Amor, care if we talk.” The mares shout with her muzzle near the doorsill mindful of the door and moves back.
The military unicorn was sitting on her bed at the time, drawing down plans for a dress with a quill. It was a rather audacious project, requiring a wide variety of materials to construct. It was of a rather macabre design, bringing to mind the elements of war. One could say that this was a dream dress of hers, so it didn’t really matter to her if others liked its form or not. She wondered if she’d ever be able to obtain the expensive cloth and gems needed for it to become reality some day. Her day-dreaming was interrupted by the knock at the door, to which she responded by rolling out of bed. Ponies don’t usually visit her; what could this be about? Cracking the door open, she peered out at her curly-maned visitor, “Yes? What is it?”
Sarissa opens the door and gazes out giving Amor a chill. The mason-pony backs up slightly but collects herself before to cause offense. “Sarissa… I’m not prying too much am in asking how you slayed the dragon? I was one of the last ponies into safety and if you didn’t hold off the monster long enough… Amber and I could have been ash.” The mare said unflinching to the imposing eyes of the militia-pony and adds. “Also to do so off duty, denotes that you went above and beyond your obligations.”
Scratching behind her head a moment, Sarissa finds it unusual, yet intriguing, that Amor wishes to know about this. “Well, no, I don’t see why it would be a problem for me to tell you what I know.” She opens the door more widely, now knowing that her guest wasn’t there for any malign reasons. Although not usually comfortable having other ponies in her room, she felt it was best to be courteous. Sarissa cut her eyes back towards the center of her room, “Umm, did you want to come in or something? Or did you wish to speak elsewhere?”
With the apartment door open Amor gets a decent glimpse of Sarissa’s endeavor. The uncanny similar looking mare to the mason had the basic furnishings to her room and it was well cleaned. Along many of the walls were skulls, badger-pony skulls and the mare fights the twin urges to recoil and vomit. Amor never planned to enter the militia-pony’s room before but now she was sure. Such a macabre collection; never believe such a misguided pony lived here in Dawnpick. Amor thinks as she reclaims composure hopefully before Sarissa take note. “If you desire, maybe somewhere more neutral?” The Mason Unicorn succeeds in not choke on her words.
If the visiting mare had given off a vibe of disgust, Sarissa had not thought much of it. At least not consciously. “I guess I’m not particularly busy at the moment,” she realizes the dress wouldn’t be finished anytime soon, so she can leave the drawing for now. Walking just outside of her room, she shuts the door behind her, “Did you have anywhere in mind? The dining hall? Outdoors? Or just right here?”
Amor is thankful that Sarissa closed the door; she brings a hoof to her muzzle and thinks for a split second. The Meeting Hall usually gets nosy around this time; this corridor barely can fit two ponies; statue garden is too romantic and temple grounds are tolerable. The mare places her hoof flat on the floor. “Would the temple grounds be permissible for a discussion?” Amor shows the Dragon Slayer an understanding look if she rejected.
Sarissa shrugs in response, “I suppose that works.” She almost wanted to go back into her room and retrieve her military garb, but she resisted the urge. Surely she wouldn’t be gone that long, so such measures were likely unnecessary. Besides, she could fight pretty well even without armor. Or at least that’s what she liked to believe. “Leading the way?” Sarissa inquired.
The axe-pony’s apprehension for her armor was barely noted by Amor, being a appropriate observer. She was going to permit the militia-pony to retrieve what ever she wanted but she appears ready to move along. The two Unicorns remain silent until they finish descending the stairs and Amor speaks up. “If you were off duty, how did you get fully armed and armored so fast?
“Under most circumstances, I always wear my armor when I spend time outdoors. It’s a precautionary measure, since nopony can tell when trouble will show its ugly face. I like being well-prepared,” she answered as she kept a relaxed pace, “It seems that it payed off for once.” Sarissa looked in the direction of the bridge, reenacting the battle with the dragon in her mind. That really was an invigorating feeling.
“It seems so, but if we had the drawbridge up we would have been better prepared.” Amor appears to still employ her indoor voice as the two Unicorns trot past the cooing love ponies of the statue garden. The curly haired pony even with the ability to multitask, her instruction of etiquette keeps her silent. They arrive between the crossroads to the two temples and the mason-pony lays down under an earthenware statue of ponies in worship. “Also the impression is that the village caught more of the dragon fire then you did, was magic utilized?” The mare probes with a light voice.
“Magic?” Sarissa parrots, “Yeah, to some degree. However, I only used the basic telekinetic spell common to all of us unicorns when actually protecting myself. I just held my shield in place and hid myself behind it when I saw the dragon’s mouth open. Most of the blast was deflected around me, although I could certainly feel the heat. I later found that some of my fur was lightly singed.” She rubbed the tip of an ear as she recalled having seen blackened hairs there when looking into a mirror later on during that eventful day. “I suppose I’m fortunate that it chose to burn me instead of stomping me; I wouldn’t have been able to hold my ground against a blow from a creature of such size.”
The dragon-slayer continued, “Well, there was one other spell I used. It didn’t actually help, though. I kind of developed it myself after doing a bit of research on the magical arts. Admittedly, it still has weaknesses that I’m trying to fix.” As Sarissa sits on her haunches, she waves a hoof towards her eyes, “It’s a vision spell. Um, how can I describe this? It’s not really X-ray vision, although it does have similarities.” She eyes a small group of other ponies walking past the pair of temples for just a moment before elaborating, “It allows me to see blood. Well, mainly blood while it’s still inside of living things. With it, I can see the architecture of the circulatory system, including the overall shape and location of internal organs. The heart is particularly easy to pick out. Thus, I gave it the obvious name of ‘Vitalsight’, since it lets me see the vital organs. My original intention with the spell was to target those very organs in order to score more effective blows against my enemies, especially unconventional ones that we know little about.”
Rubbing the side of her head, Sarissa sighs, “Oh, but as I said before, it didn’t work on the dragon. I’ve found out that I’m only able to see the blood content of mammals. So far, I haven’t been able to figure out what I’ve been doing wrong. It would also seem that I can’t detect old, dried bloodstains either. Although I haven’t tested it, I’m also pretty sure that a magical force field would be able to hide a living creature from Vitalsight as well.” The messy-haired unicorn realizes that she had been rambling, something that she almost never did unless it was about a subject of particular interest to her, “Um, I apologize. That was probably a bit more than you wanted to know.”
Amor listened intently and never thought the martial pony would be so open about a spell let alone one of her own compose, even if unoriginal. It took her a better part of a year until her Old Master taught how to increases basic telekinesis. A part of Amor wanted to assist Sarissa in adjusting her spell for non-mammals but that would expose the former spy. Also the cost to animal life was something she also did not want on her conscience. “No need to apologize, Sarissa. I asked, and you delivered. The reason I did so was that I never been ‘good’ at magic and you could understand my curiosity.” The mason-pony said gleefully before smiling at the messy mane pony and adds. “I would advice you sharing that magic with wool and maybe the two of you can trade a spell or two. How best to know how to destroy a body then to learn about it from a doctor who heals it.” Amor thought it best to give her some manner of guidance.
Sarissa nods, “I’m not very good with specialized spells myself, so it took me quite a while to work out how to create Vitalsight. That was true even after reading up on techniques for spell crafting.” She puts a hoof to her chin in thought. It would be nice to be able to aid in the treatment of her fellow Dawnpickers, “I do suppose that you have a point. The ability to see internal bleeding could be useful for any of the ponies working in the hospital. I’ll consider speaking to him, as you’ve suggested.” The soldier knew little about Amor, but at least the impression she had gotten of her so far was positive. She was respectful and patient. Sarissa was still a bit a bit apprehensive about digging deeper, not knowing if there may be unwholesome habits in this pony’s life. Jaxler was a drunkard. Stiletto was ‘loose’. Amor could be hiding something as well.
The Unicorns set there for a bit in silence as a winter wind passes the two by and Amor speaks up. “I desire that you were not dragged away from anything important for a spot of small talk, did you have other obligations?” Amor was worried that Sarissa had other things she had to attend to. “You satisfied my curiosity and if you have any questions, I’m willing to tell.”
“I was only designing a dress when you showed up. It’ll probably be some time before I can afford to purchase the materials I need to make it, so you haven’t pulled me from anything really important,” she shrugged in response. She admitted to herself that she probably would have preferred to be back in her room continuing her plans, but Sarissa did not wish to be disrespectful. Questions? She might as well try to learn something more about her company, even if she was concerned about opening a proverbial can of worms, “Well...I suppose...what have you been doing whilst here? What is your job description?”
The mason-pony enjoyed the idea of answering the question. “I been working with the earth much my life, clay and stone mostly. I suppose that the reason the nickname Kiln stuck to me was that I suggested one to be built and some misunderstand took root. Never thought to clear it up because much of my life as a mason I journeyed around and never plan to settle here. But this may be my home from now on.” The mare stops a bit for a breather and questions: “So besides a member of the militia you desire dresses?”
“Masonry? That’s certainly a useful profession here. We seem to use stone for the majority of our constructions. I presume that you helped in the rebuilding of the bridge to some extent?” Once again, Sarissa looks to the drawbridge, which is raised for the moment. A smart move, after the dragon incident. She turned her attention to the next question. “Sewing, weaving, knitting, all of that has been a hobby of mine ever since I was a filly. If it hadn’t been for a certain event long ago involving a wolf and my mother, I imagine that my cutie mark would have reflected that talent today and I wouldn’t be here at Dawnpick speaking with you right now. Anyway, I don’t really have time to make clothing as I would like. My militia duties take precedence over that. Not that I mind that much, seeing as how I live for the rush of combat.”
Amor’s ears lay beside her head upon hearing the axe-pony’s comments on the drive for adrenaline and a story about a conflict between Sarissa’s mother and a wolf. The Unicorn thought best to avoid those subjects. “It is swell that you are able to still practice your hobby, keeps your magic dexterity up too. Although as for my work I’m no builder. The stone blocks and a few statues here are my work but beyond that others have our gratitude.”
Sarissa nods in agreement, “My life has turned out pretty well, all things considered. I’ve certainly seen darker days, but at least I love this place I call home now.” She yawns and stretches, “Perhaps so, but by providing those blocks to work with, I suppose you form a critical part of the chain required to keep Dawnpick in working order, right?”
The mason-pony struggles to keep from yawning too, but fails. “Glad that your life is in order, I enjoy Dawnpick too and plan to stay long as you will have me.” Amor said lethargically but shifts herself to keep from nodding off with her light-chatterer. “But sometimes blocks can get lackluster and some ponies such as myself strive to do more, though I am well aware of the dangers of overproduction.”
“I hear you,” Sarissa replies as she lays back and places her hooves behind her head, “I often get bored on duty, since we don’t get attacked all that often. If I’m having a slow day, I often spend time practicing my aim or day-dreaming. If your job becomes monotonous, have you considered looking for other activities to get involved in?” The pony was getting more heavily involved in conversation with Amor than she had predicted. Yet, she actually enjoyed it somewhat.
Amor shovels her fore-hooves slightly in the dirt as she lays there and thinks a moment before speaking. “Events lately have been engaging but not entirely right to feel good about. Remember that young mare with me when we met after you slay that dragon? Amber was involved in the accident of a part of the pier falling… she lost her horn and I am helping her adjust to living without it. Also it seems she is now my apprentice and from the trouble I gave mine, it is a full time job.”
“Oh yeah, I did hear about that. That truly is a shame. I can’t really imagine the effect such a burden would have on a unicorn. She has my condolences,” the axe-pony answers. Even though earth ponies seemed to get by just fine without so much as a sprinkle of magic, having had it one’s entire life and then losing it so suddenly would doubtlessly be traumatic.
The curly mane pony thanks Sarissa for the sympathy on behalf of Ambler and Cross Stitch. The two ponies talk more on the subject of how Amor was incorrect on the difficult it would be in adjusting for Cross Stitch. After a while they converse at lengths of their careers and hobbies for an hour or more. Not soon after the two Unicorns must part ways again. The mason pony was jovial that despite Sarissa’s imprudent trophies, the Dragon-slayer appearing to be a worthy member of Dawnpick.
Post by: Psalms01 on April 24, 2012, 12:08:17 am
((Amor and Jaxler, bogey-ponies.))
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The sun is down and incessant cackling fills you with fright, know now why you fear the night. Flashes of a wooden coffin, a Pegasus with dark pink coat with dark scarlet mane beaming a smile, the same Pegasus dead within the coffin and then replaced with a zombie blue Unicorn. By faceless ponies the coffin is lowered into the ground and a mare screams in hollow commands. “He is still alive, halt the funeral! Stop, stop, stop!” The Little Pony bucks, swings forelegs and jabs with horn at the apparitions. An invisible barrier bars her from action as the phantoms leisurely shovel silty clay down the hole. “Please, stop this, I desire not to do something regrettable…“ The Unicorn mare plummets to the ground weeping. “Why am I so weak and powerless?” I chose this just as he desired that on himself. Amor you are a damnable foal. Amor rises her head up, her horn become ablaze in an azure glow and the whole realm explodes. The cackling fades away and now to strive another day.
Amor tosses herself from the bed, saturated with sweat; panting and horn still an azure aglow. A heavy Spring rain pounds the window, draws the mare’s attention and she jumps at shadows. The Unicorn telekinetically seizes everything in the room and prepares to fling it at the unseen opponent. The metallic color mare realizing her situation lowers the contents of her room and reflects. Again I know why Tower Unicorns lock themselves away. To be knowledgeable and gifted would mark a pony as a danger and outcast. The night still reigns and the ivory moon is hidden behind black storm clouds. Amor desired that the stories her Old Master told her about were true such as Pegasi controlling the weather so she would know who to complain to.
After a few moments, Amor is outside in the rain galloping around on the soaked shale roads clearing her head. The mare was an early to bed, early to raise pony and no doubt in her mind that it was barely midnight. The Unicorn ran a good part of an hour and slows to a trot not to shock her body; she proceeds to the Meeting Hall. Amor notes her waterlogged socks and strips them off as she enters the Hall, also aware of her drenched robe but leaves it on. The soaked mare spots a certain belligerent Pegasus who appears somewhat entranced and she staggers beside him and weakly asks. “Jaxler, mine if I join you?” The mare sits down in her normal chair before hearing his reply.
Jaxler looked at the copper unicorn who managed to sneak up on him and break his lonely entrancement. “Oh, hay Amor. Sure drinking is always more enjoyable with company.” Jaxler then took a sip of booze and leaned back in his favorite chair.
The damp mare huffed, placed her head on the wooden table and inserts. “I’m having trouble sleeping, nightmares haunt my dreams, is that why you drink Jaxler?” Her voice trembles hinting at the chill she was experiencing.
Jaxler’s mood deflated at the mention of his drinking problem. “I drink because I need some time in the day where I can disconnect from the world around me and just be ignorant...” said jaxler with a somber tone in his voice as he drank some more booze “So, you were having nightmares, what exactly were they like?”
The thoughts in Amor’s mind still over-encumbrance her brain and could not fully compute the stallion’s question but she was more then willing to explain to get her mind off her dilemma. “Old Master told me dreams were caused by a sleeping mind still thinking and processing its day. She then went into how different the pony’s tribes are… maybe to cause me to look down on the others…” Amor paused and speculated that she may have misunderstood Jaxler’s question, she glances over to the Pegasus wearing a concerned look on her face.
Amor’s words about looking down upon others struck a raw nerve.“If you or your master sees the other castes as inferior then I pity both you and your master’s soul. Of all the mind’s poisons pride is by far the most destructive and addictive. Those who see themselves as superior will realize their ignorance when the false reality that they build for themselves is immolated by the world around them.”
Amor did not flinch at Jaxler’s anger and it was one that was imbedded deep in her too. “Sorry, Jaxler. I do too… pity my mentor’s soul, but hold off your judgments until you meet her. Because I do not know her intent, only guessed.” Amor picks herself off the table and sit fully into her chair. “The castes are different, but source for neither bigotry nor prejudge. Know this though that normally Earth Ponies’ dreams are colorless, Pegasi’ are metaphorical, Unicorns’ vivid and Alicorn’s are lucid. Most of all being a Unicorn has been such a burden… just as tonight.” The curly maned mare felt this was going no where, sadness painted her face and voice.
Jaxler sighed and tried to recompose himself. The pony sitting next to him obviously needed some help and him getting angry really wasn’t going to help. “Can you please tell me what exactly the nightmare you had tonight was like?” said Jaxler before he started to drink some more booze.
Amor was reluctant to start; she begins to clap her hooves together in front of her and begins after a moment. “The area was of the same size as this room, walls made of a dark void, if I was in a crypt. Outside, maybe in a night fog and the earth was the same silty clay as Dawnpick’s and ponies…” The mare chokes up a bit and she clears her throat. “They were lowing a coffin… containing my second love but…” The distressed Unicorn unexpectedly changes the subject. “Jaxler, would you think less of me if you were informed that I courted another mare before?”
Jaxler shrugged. “I’m straight but whether or not you prefer mare or stallion really doesn’t concern me.” Jaxler then thought to himself for a moment before continuing. “So, If I had to guess something nasty must have happened to your lover and you must have not yet been able to move on completely.”
Amor was confident that she was living past her lover’s death but Jaxler’s statement caused her reservations to increase. “The thing was I’m over… Ashler’s death. I may have not let her go fully or maybe a stallion here causes my thoughts to wade in the past. Indigo, he is my friend and nothing more but have you seen him? I do not know what to do, before he joins her too.”
Jaxler was shocked to hear that a mare actually was interested in indigo. “Indigo? Well I’m in the reserve, and he is my captain. So yeah, I have seen him. why do you ask?”
The mare trembles and sneezes before beginning. “So you have no concern for his shrunken eyes or his sluggish manner?” Amor becomes agitated and shouts her words which scarcely travel past the two Little Ponies’ table. “Do you see what he is doing to himself?” Amor calms herself before seeking apology. “Sorry Jaxler, just I was not able to stop one death… and this time is different.” The copper Unicorn looks to the Pegasus for answers.
“I don’t concern myself with others’ problems until they either ask me for help, or there problem affects me. But seeing how Indigo shared his problem with you, and you’ve came to me for help, I guess I’m now inclined to help both you and indigo. Also, I really don’t know indigo all to well. If he’s destroying himself with sadness then I’d probably just tell him to start drinking. In my experience it’s the most effective way to handle depression.”
Amor was piqued by Jaxler’s words and a kernel of regret for her being there, germinated in her heart. “Indigo and I have a working relationship; we contemplate methods to improve Dawnpick and present them to the Lady. After his joining the reserves… he has been drifting from not only me but everything, I am afraid. After the Rainbow Pony massacre he appears worse and I do not know what is affecting him more about it.” The mare returned her head to the table.
Jaxler thought to himself before responding. “Maybe the reserve is too much for him to handle.” Jaxler continued to ponder his thoughts looking for a way to help indigo. “Maybe he should have a second in command to help him around or just drop the reserve all together.”
Amor raises her head up and connect her eyes to Jaxler’s. “Can you look after him regardless if you are his Executive Officer or not until I find out more from him?” Amor asks with hope in her voice.
Jaxler smiled and nodded. “Sure, I’ll look after the pony.” Jaxler then took another swig of booze.
Amor was pleased that Indigo was going to be attended to and that Jaxler was such a friend. “Thank you, Jaxler, from both Indigo and myself.” The mare’s mind may have been relieved about one problem but suspicion that she may not be over another. “Do you not mind if I speak of Ashler?” The Unicorn retracts her gaze and returns to clapping her hooves together.
Jaxler raises an eyebrow at the mention of the pony’s past lover. “No, I don’t mind, feel free.” said Jaxler enthusiastically as he drank some more booze and once again leans back in his chair.
Amor discontinues her silent clapping and moves a hoof to her muzzle in calculation to the very day but just tells the years. “It has been fifteen years ago the last time I saw her alive. Remember that road to Coupledye and New Saddle, which was when I met Ashler.” The mare places her hooves flat on the table and pauses to think about if best to tell Jaxler. “We were not any masons but drafted of sorts into the Crown’s Royal Mason Corps, my third tour and you could know how close soldiers can become.” The Little Pony peers at the stallion and gives him a sly smile but frowns a bit and returns facing forward. “It was maybe a little too innocent; others would have confused us for sisters then lovers, maybe we were.”
Jaxler smiled and said “She must have been a good friend.” Jaxler really didn’t know what to say. It seemed that Amor must have really loved that mare, and probably still misses her. “So, What was she like?”
Amor was very willing to talk about her second love and the warm feelings she received from talking about her seemed to starve off the cold. “She was everything I was not; she was content in being a Pegasus and didn’t pretend to be anything she was not. The mare was more a filly, always energetic and had little concept of personal space. We had a good part of four years to get to know each other… and one day to change it all.” At the end of her words all the warm ambiance dies like embers of a fire.
Jaxler noticed the sadness in the mare’s voice. “Back where I’m from, it’s disrespectful to feel sorrow for the dead. Why would the dead want their passing to bring those around them strife? Every moment you spend thinking about her and feeling sorrow for doing so is hurting both yourself and Ashler.” said jaxler simpethedicly.
The truth in Jaxler’s speech causes the copper mare’s ears to fall beside her head, not just grief filled her heart but anger too and it mixed in her voice. “I know Jaxler, but death is unfair and hers maybe more so. I am selfish and would have been perfectly willing to take Ashler’s place in the grave instead… the bolt was meant for me anyway.” Amor tries to hide her face in shame.
Jaxler sighed before responding with sympathy in his voice “Back where I’m from, it’s also disrespectful to hold disdain toward a gift. If she died in your place then you should be regretful but don’t beat yourself up over somepony taking a hit for you. Dying in somepony else's place is the greatest gift one can give to another, and to wish that you weren’t given such a gift is both self destructive and disrespectful.”
The mason pony strangely felt relief by the Pegasus’s words and she reside silent for a moment. “Sadly, Jaxler we are not from where you hail from, but… they are sentiments that should be universal.” The mare huffs and returns her eyes to Jaxler with a sad expression. “Just it gives the impression that history is repeating, and Ashler did not deserve to be shot in the back by the very ponies we serve. I believe that because of the shadows of war with the Rainbow coalition, somepony here is going to do something regrettable.” Amor slams her hoofs into the table but holds back from damaging the wooden furniture. “Maybe, it would be best to state why she died… if you want to hear.” The mare continued her staring at the stallion and shivering from the cold.
Jaxler looked Amor in the eyes in replied “I’d like to know what happened.” Jaxler then took another sip of booze.
The Unicorn was now internally beating herself up from not being friends with Jaxler sooner. “Have you asked yourself why Dawnpick has never received a Buffalo caravan; we would have if they were not removed to reserves. The road I worked on had a sliver of their territory and somepony did not like that, so the Crown’s army forcefully removed them.” Amor holds her head in hoofs as she props on the table. “Yet my entire unit was only told to be aware of allies and strange Buffalo. Not until back home, I realized what took place and after I was deceived about the nature of the military parade.” Amor withdraws from her hooves and looks at Jaxler with tears in her eyes. “They paraded us around because we won a skirmish war, not for some road we reconstructed and the ponies cheered for us Jaxler, they cheered for us and they were deceived too.” The mare jumps from her chair and paces around a moment as she clicks her tongue against the roof of her mouth, soon she sits back down and huffs. “But not all of them cheered… we found ourselves in the slums, my old stomping grounds and they known of what we done. They jeered at us and we thought it was just their way; who cares what a slum-pony thinks we told ourselves?” As the word slum-pony cast from her lips in repugnancy for the word, she gives a hint that it was not her own. “We were coming to the end of the parade and stopped in the old market district… and Ashler was cantering towards me and…” Amor reclaims herself, remembers where she was and who she was talking to. “And an livid old veteran marks-pony turned huntress aimed a crossbow at me, she chose me because my leathers marked me out as an officer and Ashler just happen to ran into the bolt’s path…” The distress mare places her head back on the table and exhales.
Jaxler sighed. He really didn’t know what to say to that. Amor seemed like she needed somepony to help her with this, and Jaxler was starting doubt in his ability to do so. “Amor, that’s horrible what happened to her” said Jaxler with a hint of compassion and sadness in his voice.
The mason pony jerks her head up, still with a clouded mind. “What happen to Ashler or the huntress? Ashler was hit in the neck and slowly suffocated in my hooves. She still held a smile the whole time, and passed on a few moments later. The huntress escaped and was not caught until the morning after… and she was exiled for the crime.” Amor’s low voice was almost drowned out by the rain pounding the roof of the Legendary Dining Room.
Jaxler’s was running out of comforting words. He didn’t know what to say, or how to react to Amor’s story. So, Jaxler just decided to say what he was thinking. “This world is horrible isn’t it?” said Jaxler somberly.
The metallic painted Unicorn could not agree entirely with the question and hesitated for a second. “Not completely, no. It is not horrible all the time when sincere actions and words are worked, but I am sure if we try hard enough history will not recur.” The words have a weak strength in them and Amor sniffles.
Jaxler saw holes in the unicorn’s logic. Part Jaxler honestly wanted to show Amor why the world wouldn’t get better, but he felt best just to drop it, for he was far more concerned about how Amor was feeling at the moment. “So... are you gonna be okay?”
The mare adjusts herself in the sit and dwells on the stallion’s question for some time before answering. “This is neither the first nor last time I act foalish with a friend and I do feel better. Last pony I talked like this with was before coming to Dawnpick.” Amor said as she rubbed her eyes with fore hooves. “Thanks Jaxler.”
Jaxler was happy that Amor seemed to be feeling better. Jaxler smiled and responded. “Feel free to talk to me whenever you have any problems. And if you have any concern about talking to me about something, it’s worth noting that I’m incapable of lying.” Jaxler then sighed and once again leaned back in his chair.
Amor yawns with a sneeze at the end as she listens to Jaxler. “I figured you were not one for fraudulence; Jaxler, you are a paragon of honesty… I desire for me to be able to say the same. But thanks again for the talk.” The Unicorn comes to the realization of the downpour and the time as she gazes towards the exit. “Would you be willing to walk me to my apartment…? I did not bring anything to shield me from the rain too.” The still rain soaked pony looks earnest at the stallion.
Jaxler shrugged. He really didn’t have anything to shield her with, aside from his wing. But Jaxler figured that it was better than nothing. “Sure I’ll walk you home, but i really don’t know what I’d shield you from the rain with. Well, I guess I could try to use my wing as a makeshift umbrella or something.”
The mason pony placed a hoof before her muzzle in thought and responds with her more common unstressed voice. “Considering that I’m barely dry, just want to keep it that way, so a little rain getting past your wing would not be an annoyance.” The Little Pony pauses and speaks again. “If you are willing, the wing will make due… Thank you Jaxler, you are a real gentle-colt.” Amor gets out of her chair and the two ponies head for the door. The rain was worse now then when Amor first woke up, but Jaxler’s wing made a decent umbrella until they made it to her room. The mare expressed her gratitude and seen the stallion off from her door. Safe in the privacy of the apartment the Unicorn disrobed from her clothes and climbs back into her bed for dreamless sleep. The next morning Amor awakes with a dire headache and runny nose but she was more at ease about her current dilemmas.
Post by: Dsarker on April 24, 2012, 01:07:35 am
Friesden continued through the corridors, thinking. Falcata had put an idea into her head. The grate...Well...Maybe somepony would like it. Maybe it could be use- *OOF!* She bumped into something and fell down. With a shock, she got herself up and looked what she had bumped into - another pony.
Post by: Impending Doom on April 24, 2012, 01:20:20 am
Post by: Dsarker on April 24, 2012, 01:23:26 am
"Oh, um, hello lady Germaine!" Friesden says, happy to see another friendly face. "I...I made something," she continues, pointing to the grate. "I...I don't like it, but maybe somepony will."
Post by: Impending Doom on April 24, 2012, 01:28:42 am
Post by: Dsarker on April 24, 2012, 01:32:47 am
"I...I don't know," says Friesden. "I...I was going to talk to my father about it. I still don't know what to do about it."
Post by: Impending Doom on April 24, 2012, 02:09:03 am
Post by: Telgin on April 24, 2012, 12:46:25 pm
Hey, I thought I'd officially put in a request for a pony. Thinking bluish silver coat, whitish hair, green eyes. Colt. I wouldn't mind a pegasus, unicorn or earth pony. I was thinking I could call him Silver Tongue and make him a counselor, since that seems desperately needed.
Sorry i didn't get to this yesterday. I'll take a look through my list of ponies and give you some suggestions when I get a moment. A counselor is most definitely needed. :)
Post by: bukitodinos on April 24, 2012, 03:16:40 pm
Post by: Fishybang on April 25, 2012, 12:24:59 am
Post by: Kryptid on April 25, 2012, 12:48:15 am
Post by: Fishybang on April 25, 2012, 01:29:17 am
Post by: Dsarker on April 25, 2012, 04:23:43 am
Friesden continues on her way home, to tell Fauchard what had happened. The last few days had been a blur, but she was reasonably certain that she had left her father in the middle of a training session in...In the whatever it was that had caused her to make the grate. She continued walking home, and eventually came to the door, and hesitating for a second, knocked.
“Dad?” she called after placing the grate down. “I...I’m home...”
The door creaks open and Fauchard is standing there. His grandson Falchion hanging on his back and his granddaughter, Balisong, hiding behind his leg. “Friesden you’re home. You’re okay.” he hugs her. “I’m glad you’re back.”
Friesden returns the hug gratefully. “I’m...I’m glad to be back.” What would he think of the grate...of the...the cutie mark... she wondered. Maybe he won’t notice? But she knew that was a false hope. Her father was the smartest pony she knew.
Fauchard’s eyes turn to the object on the ground. It was some sort of decorative bone grate. “Is...is that the item that you made Friesden?”
Friesden slowly nodded. “Y-y-yes, Dad...It...It is.” Please, please, please, please don’t say I should make more...Please?
Fauchard levitates the object and inspects it She made...this? Out of bones? Is this... “It is very well made Friesden...do you remember making it? Sometimes ponies can’t remember making these things, when they get taken by one of these moods.”
“I...I can remember...” whispers Friesden. She starts to shiver.
Fauchard looks over Friesden, his mind racing, he notices the new cutie mark on her flank, a pair of ivory tusks. “And you got your cutie mark from it too...”
Friesden just nods silently, words failing her.
Noticing that they were still standing in the doorway Fauchard steps back inside. “Please come in, I left all your things right where they were, and brought your training sword back inside for you.” Falchion jumps off his grandfather’s back, flies a short distance, and lands on his aunt Friesden, Balisong runs back inside and starts chewing on one of her toys.
Friesden smiles a bit at Falchion, but still dreads the idea she can feel is about to come. Please, dad, don’t make me do this...please... are her thoughts as she follows her father inside. “T-t-thank you, dad.”
Fauchard takes a seat by his table. “So, I suppose we should talk about what happens next.”
“I...I suppose,” Friesden replies as she takes a seat herself.
Fauchard begins, “You certainly have a talent Friesden, for working with bone. You could do well for yourself in such a career, if that is what you would choose. And this town has no shortage of material for you to work with.”
“I... I want to be like you, dad. I...I don’t like...I don’t like...I don’t like making things from...from bone...” Friesden says, a slight hint of despair colouring her voice.
“Friesden...” Fauchard sighs, “I just want to see you be happy.” Falchion as if he could understand his aunt’s despair cuddles up with her. Fauchard continues, “You have a skill here, you could make, wonderful art, and...and you wouldn’t have to see the things that I...that you would have to see as a warrior.”
“But...It’s...It’s bone...I...I...I...I don’t...I don’t like it,” she says, trying desperately not to tear up in front of her father. “I...I...I...I want to help ponies...Like you and brother and sister...”
Fauchard looks down at the table as he says, “Friesden if you join the militia like your brother, then...you are going to have to often be around a lot of things much worse than the clean bones Totem works with.”
“I...I...That’s why I wanted to train with you... I wanted...I wanted to be brave...” Friesden says, before the dam walls burst and the tears start pouring from her eyes. “I...I...I...I...I wanted to help,” she manages to choke out through the tears.
Fauchard moves himself around the table and sits next to Friesden a foreleg wrapped around her. “If you don’t want to be a bonecarver, I’m not going to make you. You can do whatever it is that you want to do. I just think you should consider it.” Balisong stops chewing on her toy as Friesden begins to cry. With her magic she floats the spit covered toy over to Friesden offering it to her.
Friesden sniffles a bit and tries to smile through the tears as she takes the toy. “T-t-t-t-thank you, Bali,” she says, still sniffling. “I...I don’t know what I want, dad...”
“Then you don’t need to decide today. You can keep up with your training, until you know what you want to do.”
“O-o-o-o-o-okay,” Friesden says, finally managing to stem the tears. “T-t-t-t-t-t-thank you, dad,” she continues as she gives her father a hug.
Fauchard continues to hold his daughter, “So, have you decided what you will do with the bone grate?We don’t exactly have need of one around the house.”
“I...I...I was going to...to sell it...And...and buy a real sword...” Friesden says.
“A real sword?” Fauchard stops and looks over his daughter, she wasn’t the same little filly he had first met when he arrived here, she had grown so much since then, perhaps she really was ready, “That... is a very good idea.” as any father would, he had his concerns, but he pushed them to the back of his mind. He knew he had taught her much in their time together, and she had potential, that was plain to see, he would support her in this decision.
“R-really?” says Friesden hopefully. Maybe she wasn’t such a silly filly after all... “The...The only thing is...” she continues ruefully... “I...I don’t know where I would buy the sword or sell this...or even how much it’s worth...”
Fauchard thinks to himself quietly and looks over at the grate again, “Well I couldn’t appraise it myself, but Lady Virtue might be willing to buy it from you, and I think she would give you a fair price, and we have a weaponsmith in town that can forge you a sword. I haven’t seen him make any before, but he’s made wonderful axes and bolts, for the militia, and other blades for the town. Or I could get you one made in the capital and delivered by a future caravan, but that could take up to a year, or more.”
“I...I...I think I might talk to Virtue. She’s a nice pony.”
Fauchard stands up again. “I think you should, but that can wait till later. I think the foals missed you and want to play.”
Friesden smiled. “I think I want to, too.”
And so they did.
Post by: Maklak on April 25, 2012, 12:38:50 pm
Autumn 257
((A few days after Indigo's rough night and the aftermath.))
A day after Stiletto and Kat cornered Indigo in the barracks, he asked Lady Virtue, if civilians are allowed to train with weapons and dummies in their spare time. He told her that he was a reservist in New Saddle and underwent basic military training. As usual, she agreed to this strange request, but told Indigo to ask Halberd for permission first.
Indigo approaches Halberd. “Hello. Um... I was wondering if it is alright for a civilian to use the barracks and training dummies in their spare time, when the soldiers aren't training.”
Halberd gives him a questioning glance. "What business do you have with that? It's dangerous for civilians."
“In New Saddle I underwent basic military training with axe and mace, but got rusty over the years.” answers Indigo.
Halberd's expression lowers a bit. "Alright. So why do you want to use the barracks? You're a mason, not a soldier. I don't like the idea of civilians training to be soldiers unless there's a very good reason for it."
I want to have access to weapons and armour to at least stand a chance in case of an assault by one of Stiletto's goons. Indigo frowns. “Well... I... was a reservist in New Saddle. We had lighter armour than the full-time military and were training twice a year in squads plus whenever we didn't have any civilian duties. Reservists were called to arms when needed and acted as a pool of recruits, because they can be trained more easily than civilians. A reservist can still shoot some invaders from behind fortifications, or hold them off with an axe till regulars finish the job. Plus you get some ponies with military training mixed into work teams in case there is an enraged badger around or some other minor threat.” I probably shouldn't even tell you that the military is growing, while we hardly get any new civilians, and that a reserve is a compromise between having a large army and having a large workforce.
Halberd gives him a scrutinizing expression. What was this pony really after? The fortress guard was supposed to be watching after the civilian workers, although Jaxler was about as much of a joke at that as there could be. That was Partisan's problem, and not his though, and he, Storm Cloud and Kat seemed to be competent enough at least. Halberd sizes Indigo up for a moment. He was going to regret this, he knew, but he didn't have the patience to argue with somepony right now. "You can use the barracks to train whenever equipment isn't being used by my squad or Naginata's."
He gives Indigo a hard look. "None of the other civilians without okaying it with me first. And nopony goes in the armory. If you need equipment, talk to me first. We've got some training weapons you can use." He frowns. "I do not want armed civilians who think they know what they're doing swinging weapons at anything, especially each other. That understood?"
Indigo nods. “Of course. No playing hero and no stupid accidents. As to equipment, I'll need at least a training axe to begin with. I may also ask some off-duty soldiers for tips. I'm pretty sure, I won't hurt myself and an Axe is a rather brutal weapon, but there are all kinds of nuances to using it effectively.” Not quite what I wanted, but he agreed. After a few weeks of training without incidents, I may be able to convince him to give me more.
The comment about the axe was an understatement, and Halberd gives a small snort. "Right. Just try not to break anything when you're in there."
Afterwards Indigo went to the barracks in the evenings twice or trice a week to do "individual combat drills." Occasionally some soldiers would show him a few things. Eventually he was allowed to wear some armour, but only inside the barracks. He even sparred a few times, loosing badly. A few soldiers didn't like this, but they either kept their mouths shut or didn't manage to convince anypony, and Indigo trained unmolested.
After months of this, Zearoth and Oil Macepony wanted to join the militia, but were put in the reserves instead. Much to his surprise, Indigo was 'elevated' to 'squad captain.' While he had limited experience as a recruit, he never led or trained a squad. He wanted a professional soldier to do that instead, but there were no volunteers to 'lead the foals playing military', so Indigo grudgingly accepted his new responsibility. This wasn't one of his better notions. The reserves get some hand-me-down equipment to train with and Indigo is required to attend the monthly captains' meetings, but isn't treated too seriously. While the reserves do little to improve the safety of Dawnpick, they aren't as big of a drain on it's resources, as another full squad would be and are generally accepted.
(( Oil Macepony arrived on 20th Timber, 258 in-RP ))
(( The following scenes are mostly fluff. Don't take them too seriously and the timing is rather fuzzy on them. These scenes happen in late 258 and 259. The fact that in-game all this time Indigo's squad was inactive and had weapons and cloaks for uniforms makes this post even more questionable. ))
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Main talk:
Indigo is still unsure about actually leading a squad, but was burdened with that responsibility and it is now one of his duties. On the first day of the reservists' scheduled training, he goes to the barracks early and waits for Zearoth and Oil Macepony. When they arrive, he greets them. "Right, so that's all of us. From now on you are in the military reserves, so let's lay out some ground rules first." While Indigo had little military experience, he had a good teacher in New Saddle, so he decided to simply try and pass on what he learned from his captain.
"First, I should tell you about the differences between the reserves, full-time military and civilians. Obviously, the civilians work and expect to be protected. The military spends most of their time training or on patrols and is partly excluded from doing mundane work. They are be the first ones to fight anything threatening us, and they put themselves at risk for the safety of others. So far it makes sense, with both groups specialising in their tasks, right? Well, the reserves are something in-between. For the most part we do civilian jobs, but we are expected to learn to fight as well and can be mobilised or drafted at any time. Yes, you heard me correctly, should any of our squads suffer losses, they will be replenished from the reserves."
"The reserves are a compromise between having a lot of soldiers and a lot of workforce. Mobilised reservists are no match for professional soldiers, but we can still shoot a crossbow or distract enemies with axes, while the soldiers kill them. When training or called to arms, we are allowed to use chaffrons and mail shirts as well as robes and cloaks for padding. This is better then nothing and should do wonders for our survivability in a fight, but provides nowhere near as good a protection as a full plate armour would. On the plus side it is much lighter and cheaper, so once again it is a compromise. Keep in mind, that here there are only the three of us in the reserves so far and three squads on military. In New Saddle there were 3 reservists for every soldier, so the cost of uniforms made a lot of difference. If you buy or otherwise legally get into possession of some more armour or a better weapon, you are of course allowed to use it, so long as Halberd approves."
"We have some scheduled trainings together, but are paid for them only a fraction of what soldiers get, and during most of the year, we work civilian jobs. You are encouraged to train individually in your spare time, but only when the military isn't using the barracks. We aren't getting paid for that, we only get some bits for training as a squad. There will be a few soldiers giving us demonstrations occasionally, but otherwise we train on our own. Try not to break anything, because otherwise I'll have to listen to Halberd and you will have to pay for the damage."
"While you are allowed to choose any weapon you want and have access to, I strongly recommend an Axe, a Crossbow or perhaps some blunt weapon, like a mace. Plus shields for the unicorns of course. Axe is the signature weapon of our Militia and should you ever get drafted, you are expected to be able to use it. Our town guard uses crossbows and light armour. Well, it is of course safer to shoot something from a distance than fight it up close. Plus crossbowponies are usually placed behind hoofsoldiers, who in turn like having some ranged support, so it is a symbiosis. The downside of choosing the Crossbow is the cost and availability of bolts. Even the guard and Longshot don't get enough, so I wouldn't expect there to be many left for the reserves. when you're out of bolts, all you can do is beat the enemy with a crossbow, and it is much more effective to use an Axe or a hammer for that."
"When it comes to instincts in combat, there is a bit of a difference between militia and the guard. Militia fights invaders and it is their task to kill of chase them off without losses. Guard is more about fighting to subdue tantruming pony or telling him to calm down and surrender, while killing is the last resort. I've decided, that we will for the most part follow the militia mentality and if you are ever required to do police tasks, just try to keep cool heads. Of course you are required to hold back during the sparring sessions. We don't want any injuries beyond bruises and small cuts, and if we cripple or kill each other during training, obviously anything threatening Dawpick will have an easier job."
"Upon joining the guard, the recruits are asked a question: 'Are you willing to die in the place of any and every pony in the fort?' Now, I don't subscribe to this philosophy. I think it is rubbish. If you die in a battle, it usually means that whatever killed you is free to find another victim. You do not win battles by dying, but by killing first, whatever is trying to kill you. Dying yourself only makes sense if it assures victory. If it doesn't, try to stay alive to fight another day. Therefore my question is: 'Are you willing to kill to protect the ponies in Dawnpick?' Yes? Good. Now, don't get me wrong. We are not supposed to become bloodthirsty and thrilling for battle, or anything of the sort. Only monsters truly seek to cause death. All I say is this: If you have to kill, don't hesitate, or it will give your enemy a chance for another strike and may cost you your life, as well as lives of those, you are trying to protect. Now, I would prefer to beat those bandits up and sent them with a message for their buddies to buck off. Problem is, they always fight so ferociously, that in the end we have to kill them, so don't get any stupid ideas about mercy. While it is wrong to take a life, it still is sometimes necessary. Accept that. Don't hesitate to kill when you must. Invaders must die."
"We are required to be ready for being called to arms at any time. If that happens, we meet on the road between the dining hall and the furniture stockpile, in view of the gate. We are expected to obey the captains, especially Halberd. While it is not strictly a part of the chain of command, in combat it will also be a good idea to do what the professional soldiers tell you."
"Listen carefully now, because if you are to remember one thing from this lesson, it is this: Whenever you see something dangerous, the procedure is as follows:
Step one: Always yell for backup. "Guards! Monster attacking!" is a good one. You don't want to face your enemies alone and don't want to fight fair. It will also get the attention of the attacker and help you with...
Step two: Help evacuate civilians. The purpose of the militia is to protect the ponies of Dawnpick, and giving them time to run away from any attackers helps with that.
Step three: Engage. Do this only if you have arms and armour, and if it will help with step two. Kill the bandit or monster if you can, otherwise try not to get hurt and delay it, till soldiers arrive to finish it off. I repeat: do not play heroes, nopony expects that from the reservists. Try to stay alive. Fight only if you must, to protect civilians.
As with any rules, there are some exceptions from them. For example, if you know there is nopony in earshot and the enemy hasn't seen you, obviously retreat rather than yell. I'm sure you can follow common sense in similar situations, but for the most part stick to these rules. And remember: during an alert we meet between the stockpile and the dining hall in view of the gate." ((And later Jaxler's place is either on top of the dining hall or on the wall, behind fortifications. He is told to fly towards the nearest group of soldiers if something tries to engage him.))
"When we train, I want you to be sober. This should cut on stupid accidents. If you absolutely must, drink in the evening, after the training."
"Serve. Protect. Obey. That is the soldier's task. That is also all for today's talk, so pick your weapons, and let's see what each of us can do on that target dummy."
(( While there are many ground rules in the reserves, the discipline is not as strict as in real squads and there is barely any hierarchy apart from Indigo being the captain, and that is mostly because somepony needs to prevent anarchy, and somepony needs to be yelled at by Halberd, when the reservist do something stupid. After Jaxler joins, it gets worse. ))
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Below is a series of short scenes. Don't get this wrong, most of Reservists' training sessions are normal combat drills, sparring and demonstrations by senior soldiers, but every once in a while Indigo decides to do something more interesting (or more of a waste of time, in Halberd's opinion).
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On killing and blood and gore.
"One of our first lessons will be desensitizing ourselves to death and blood and spilled guts, as well as getting used to killing. Now, don't get me wrong, I don't want you learn to actually enjoy it. It is just that a fight is always messy. We've all seen what is left of those bandits that insist on attacking us. Lots of blood and severed limbs everywhere. We must prepare ourselves to the sight, so that none of us panics or starts to vomit during a fight. Killing an animal is also a useful lesson. If you can't force yourself to slit its throat after knocking it out with a hammer, you won't be able to kill a Diamond Dog, and that will give it more time to kill you. We can't have that."
"We will start with some parasprites from that cage. I know they are cute, but that's the point. We must learn to subdue our natural instincts and kill deliberately. And we really can't afford to have parasprites on the loose around here. After each of us kills and guts three of them, we will all assist the butchers whenever needed. I started with fish, but we don't have any. Now let's begin."
Indigo goes to the cage, takes out a single parasprite, using telekinesis to hold it in place and to stop the others from escaping. They take it to the butcher's shop, and Indigo forces himself to cut it in half with a knife. He manages not to retch and fetches another parasprite for Zaeroth.
After a few months of assisting in the butcher's shop, they all learn to kill deliberately. It is not an enjoyable task for them, but they can hang an animal by its hindlegs, knock it out with a hammer, slit it's throat, then proceed to separate and prepare hide, meat, fat and various organs. This gives them a new perspective on eating meat. Indigo stays mostly vegetarian. They also learn a lot about anatomy and weak points to aim for in a fight. ((Obviously after the Rainbow massacre in 260, the butcher's shop training is no longer needed.))
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Maintenance
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Shortly after the reserves are formed, they begin to train together, under Indigo. At first they just use the training weapons in the barracks, but eventually they get mail shirts and chaffrons too. Shortly after that day, Indigo leads them to the furniture stockpile during their training. They search for empty barrels, but only find one barrel and some stone pots. They check the drink stockpiles under the kitchen, but they find, that many barrels are half-empty, so a lot of ponies must be wasteful. ((Dwarves like to drink from full barrels, rather than touch ones with just a few portions left, and go trolololo when booze stockpile overflows, while there is hardly any booze or empty barrels left.)) Indigo didn't want to damage his stone pots, which are lidless and too heavy besides, but fortunately he knew of one more place worth checking, where there were always some barrels. He leads his group to the dormitory. It is still morning, and Jaxler is probably still asleep with a hangover. That means, he'll have to yell, which is a nice comeback for the night, when Jaxler was guarding Indigo's room. "JAXLER, OPEN UP, WE KNOW, YOU'RE IN THERE!"
Jaxler yells back "GO THE BUUUUCCCCKKK AWAY!!!!"
Ah, he is in there, good! "Jaxler, open up, we'll go away soon enough, I promise!" Indigo snickers.
"WHAT THE HELL DO YOU WANT!"
"We need barrels. You always have some, so don't tell me you don't!" answers Indigo. A few ponies in the corridor laugh.
"GOOOOOOOO AWAY!!!!" yells Jaxler.
After a short pause, there is more banging on the door, and more laughing. "Open up! We need those barrels now!"
Jaxler gets out of bed, walks over to the door and opens it. "If you guys don't leave, I'm going to have to hit one of you in the face" he says, looking menacingly at the reservists.
"And why is that? We just need some bucking barrels, and there isn't enough in the stockpile. It is way past quiet hours anyway." Indigo steps back from the door and waits.
"And Why the hell can't you go away?" asks Jaxler.
Indigo sighs "You know what? Fine, if you absolutely insist on making this difficult, we can be back in two hours." Indigo turns to his group "Let's go to the forge first, he is always like this." The reservists leave.
"Make it five hours" says Jaxler and goes back to sleep.
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Indigo leads his squad to the Forges, where Billows teaches them how to maintain their armour, make small repairs to it and grind their axes. It mostly comes down to keeping their equipment dry, clean and either waxed or oiled.
Indigo begins: "The militia is required to be proficient in armour types capable of absorbing considerable damage, such as mail shirts and platemail chaffrons, which we are provided to the reserves as well. We do not own them, but they are borrowed to us during scheduled training and stored in the armoury, when not is use. These are very expensive and if you damage them, or let them rust, you may have to pay for the damage. It is therefore very important to learn proper armour use and basic maintenance. It will extend the life of the armour and reduce the burden of our financial responsibility, as well as improve our survivability, should we be thrown into a battle." says Indigo.
"Eventually, any iron will corrode and turn to rust. That's why it is very important to protect weapons and armour from water and moist air and keep them oiled. You need to oil them at least once a month and prevent them form collecting dust. Dust causes rust spots to appear. If a weapon is dusty for too long, rust pits will start to form along the blade causing it to look uneven, dull and old. If you see any rust spots, remove them as soon as possible and don't wait, as it will only get worse. If you clean the steel right away, you can restore it to good condition." says Billows.
"To remove rust, brush off any spots with a wire brush and clean the area with a cloth. Once you are happy with the appearance of your axe or armour, coat it with wax or oil. Cover it in a thin, even layer, let it dry for a bit, then polish with cloth until it shines. Professional soldiers tend to do this daily, but once every two weeks and after each use should be enough for you. When storing armours and weapons in the armoury, clean and oil them once a month. If your chafforns get any dents, or your mail shirts have any broken rings, don't try to fix them yourself. Just bring themt to me. There are ways to do some small repairs in the field, but in a town, it is much better to let the armoursmith do it, just as you would want Panacea to look over a wound, rather than treat it yourself." continues Billows.
"If you decide to get yourselves some additional protection, it will likely be leather, because it is much much cheaper than steel. Compared to steel, it is also much lighter, easier to pierce and well, obviously wasn't tough enough to protect it's original owner in the first place. It sacrifices protection for mobility and flexibility. If you want to be stealthy, leather armours are less visible and noisy than any metal. Apart from leather, such light armours are sometimes made of wood or bones, like Partisan's crupper. At the very least, you would be wise to get yourself some good leather boots." says Indigo.
"Maintenance on a piece of leather is keeping it dry, clean and waxed, as well as inspecting and fixing the stitches. It keeps the leather flexible and slows degeneration over time. If you don't wax or oil leather, it will turn hard and eventually crack and become unusable. This is important, even if you don't own any leather armour, because as you can see, your saddlebags are made of leather, the chaffrons have leather straps and cruppers and peytrals have even more of them. You want those to be both dry and elastic. Some weapons have leather handles for better grip. Don't oil them. You don't want them greasy, but you don't want them rusty or cracked either, so use wax instead." explains Billows.
"We don't even have swords here, but there are a few daggers in the armoury. In case you ever get your hooves on one, don't store it for long in a leather scabbard, or it will rust, now matter how well it was oiled. Leather collects some moisture and is corrosive in itself. When you do use a scabbard, make sure it is clean, dry, waxed on the outside and oiled inside. This should keep most of the moisture out." continues Billows.
"One more thing. Weapons aren't indestructible. Don't try to use an Axe to chop stones or dig or do something equally stupid." finishes Indigo. From now on the reservists carry a whetstone, an oilcloth and a hard brush in their saddlebags, in addition to food, a small knife, flasks and some other stuff. They also learn how to make shoe-shine and other pastes from ingredients such as beeswax, tallow and soot.
(( From the perspective of needing wax, having beehives around is a blessing. ))
(( As usual, it would be alright for them to maintain their equipment less frequently, or less thoroughly, but always taking good care of it is a good habit, and Billows would definitely want his armour to be well taken care off. ))
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After being explained and shown how to do it, the reservists clean, wax and polish their chaffrons and grind and oil their Axes. They return to the dormitory a few hours later, after checking the furniture stockpile again. "JAXLER, ARE YOU AWAKE YET? WE COULD USE THOSE BARRELS NOW!" shouts Indigo.
"WOW, YOU GUYS ACTUALLY CAME BACK?”
"I told you, we need those barrels! Preferably now, while the sun is still up!" Ponies in the corridor laugh again.
When Jaxler opens the door he sees three ponies in shining helmets, not so shiny mail shirts, and with training axes. Indigo is among them. "Finally, sleepyhead." some of them snicker.
Jaxler smiles obviously amused "What the hell are you gonna do with those training weapons?"
Indigo rises his brow "Nothing at the moment, but we usually use them on the dummies." At least one pony snickers at Indigo's poor choice of words. "Just give us some barrels. You get less clutter in your room, we get what we need, and we won't bother you for the rest of the day."
"If I were to close this door in your face how exactly would you react?"
Indigo rolls his eyes. "Share or take turns with what we have, I guess. Maybe do something funny, if you ever sleep outside. Maybe talk to somepony about you being uncooperative in the extreme. Apart from that leave you alone, I guess" Indigo looks at Jaxler with sour expression.
Jaxler "Oh, so you show up with weapons and don't plan on using them? That's just laughable." Jaxler then opens his door more and motions the ponies in.
What? If we start hurting random ponies for no apparent reason, that's jail time for me and the end of the reserves. Indigo is taken aback by this, but quickly tells the other ponies. "Make sure, the barrels are empty. If there is anything inside, leave it here. If there is more than a few drops of liquid, leave the whole barrel." He turns to Jaxler "Wait, are you seriously suggesting we would attack you over something so small? Right now we aren't even training, we just carry those weapons to get used to them and learn how to look after them, but I suppose if you want to come and spar or show those of us who want, how to use a crossbow, we'd be grateful." Indigo looks at his axe. "And of course, I know those aren't real weapons. They might do against a badger or a crundle, but they are just for training." And I know this whole 'reserve' is a joke, but I can't back up now, can I?
Jaxler "There's no shame in cutting your losses, but I wouldn't call this rag-tag group of jackasses a complete loss."
Not quite understanding his meaning, but expecting it to be some kind of insult, Indigo decides to play it safe and quickly grabs two empty barrels. ((Since Jaxler can drink one in an evening, I assume they are 50 litres each maximum)) "Right... we just need to know more than green recruits about weapons, and be ready when called to arms." The invasion of ponies ends almost as quickly as it began. Each took two barrels, but there are still some left. "Thanks for the barrels, your stash really is a godssend." Indigo turns to his squad, "Alright, we wasted enough time on this, take the surplus to the furniture stockpile, and keep one barrel each."
Jaxler slams his door as soon as the last 'recruit' left his room. As far as Jaxler is concerned they are just a bunch of half-baked dumbasses. But as much as Jaxler dislikes the reserve, he still fears that they they're going to hurt themselves.
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After getting rid of the excess barrels at the furniture stockpile, the reservists go to a pile of sand, close to the well. They put their mail shirts into the barrels, along with some sand and gravel, close them and roll them for a better part of an hour as quickly as they can. While it is possible to scrub at mail with a brush, the barrel method is faster and more thorough, as well as a good exercise. When they are done, they pull out their now shining mail shirts and Indigo cleans the barrels at the well. Then they return the barrels to the furniture stockpile, remove any leftover sand from their mail shits, let them dry, oil them and put them on. From then on they do this about once every two weeks.
Eventually Halberd tells Indigo, that his squad is to maintain other unused arms and armour. It takes so much time, that Indigo chooses to perfect his cleaning and repair spells, rather than do it the hard way over and over again. The equipment in the armoury is maintained in good condition, so Halberd doesn't complain about it. From then on, whenever Indigo is planning to clean mail shirts the earth pony way for the exercise, he checks the furniture stockpile in the evening, and if need be, asks Jaxler for barrels, when he isn't asleep.
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Axe Training.
After a talk with Saw Dust and Halberd, Indigo approaches his squad with a bin of Axes. These are real hatchets, not the training ones. He begins "The axe, or any cleaving weapon for that matter, is based on a simple principle. It is a wedge that reduces the effort to split an object. The longer the handle, the more force you can apply. Obviously, the larger the axe head, the more potential damage, but you want to try to keep is as balanced as possible."
He walks over to a chopping block and splits a piece of wood. "Okay then, everypony grab an axe!" The reservists are rather excited to get to train with real weapons so soon. Even Oil Macepony, who chose a mace as her weapon, but accepted the fact that he is required to do at least some cross-training with an Axe. When they are all equipped, Indigo continues. "Right, so now come with me and let's get started chopping some wood. The charcoal furnaces always need more fuel." This work is rather dull, so Zaeroth's cheer dies down. Indigo continues. "Yes, you heard me right. This is the basic training, if we're going to learn how to use Axes in combat. If you can't properly chop through a motionless log the size of a hoof, you can't expect to do the same to a fully armoured limb, which is constantly moving around. Right then, let's get chopping! The firewood isn't going to cut itself."
This is hard and dull work, so they alternate it with some other forms of training. After a few months, each of them can hit a block of wood almost exactly where and how he wants it, and they are ready for sparring and training on the dummies. Over a period of a few days Glaive demonstrates on a dummy with varying levels of armour, what to aim for. After that the reservists mostly spar and watch demonstrations, but once in a while help to chop more wood. ((Too bad, there is no in-game skill synergy between woodcutting and axepony.))
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Mace training
Indigo picks a mace, looks at it, than at Oil Macepony. "Well, since you picked a mace as your weapon, you'll be training with it. I couldn't find any soldier competent with it, but I can demonstrate the basic moves. I'll also repeat what my captain in New Saddle told us, and hope you can figure it out from there."
"You cannot get any simpler than a bludgeoning weapon. Just pick up the nearest blunt object and slam your opponent, preferably in the head where it will cause the most damage. If the head is well protected, then aim for a limb. Breaking a leg will help slow your enemy, so that you might finish the job - or get away, if outnumbered."
"Some believe that a weapon such as a club or mace is barbaric and far too primitive to be used effectively in combat, and that it is easily countered by heavy armours. It is not so; warhammers, maces and picks can easily breach or cave plate armour with a true strike. And while quality chain mail may deny a blade's bite, it does nothing to stop the thunderous force of a hammer."
"The biggest boon of a blunt weapon is that its force can easily penetrate even heavy armour. The problem with it is that it kills slowly. Therefore it may be a good idea to disable an enemy with a mace or hammer and let another soldier finish him off with an Axe. I've also heard that if you hit the sternum just right, you can break most of the ribs in one hit. That must be devastating, so just figure out how to do it. You should start by finding a good and balanced grip on your mace and learning to hit the dummy at different angles, just like we did with Axes."
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Crossbow training
Indigo takes a crossbow and addresses his squad. "Well, since the guard uses crossbows, we are expected to know a thing or two about them. We will get a lesson on maintenance from Longshot, then a shooting demonstration."
Longshot nods and begins: "When talking to a master crossbowpony, you may hear mention of advanced mental techniques such as "drawing the target toward yourself." While tales about what you can do with a range weapon are often exaggerated, there is some truth to them. However, there are many basics, that you need to learn before you are truly ready to "shoot the flea from a pony's hindquarters at twenty tiles."
"One of the simplest and often overlooked skills, is being in tune with your surroundings. Shooting usually takes place outdoors, and that is where you should spend most of your training time. Familiarize yourself with the casting of shadows to judge distance and the effects of wind currents to adjust your shooting angles. It will be a great help at hitting your target at long ranges. Do try to spend at least some of your training indoors without either of these factors; short-range combat with a crossbow in not something to be taken for granted, if you are pursuing a military career. Besides, you will run out of bolts eventually, and your enemy will want to close the distance."
"A second, and arguably the most important habit to nurture is proper crossbow care. If something is running towards you at full speed and there aren't any axeponies between you, the last thing you should be worrying about is a snapped bowstring. Making sure that you properly coat the string with beeswax, and unstringing the crossbow when not in use or storing, will not only allow the weapon to last longer, but can affect the accuracy and impact of your shots. Keep your crossbow clean, dry and waxed and the mechanism well oiled."
"In short, you should focus on learning the minor, unexciting, but extremely important nuances of archery before planning any great feats that you might end up regretting."
Longshot takes his crossbow apart and shows them how to take care of it. After that they proceed to the shooting range, where Longshot explains proper techniques for loading, aiming and shooting. Lastly, each of the reservists gets to shoot some bolts at a target.
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The reserves are called to arms during a parasprite invasion. They are given crossbows, wooden bolts and join the guard and Longshot in hunting down the intruders. Partisan explains it to them: "If you can hit a flying parasprite with a crossbow, you can hit a Diamond Dog in the eye, pierce his brain and end it quickly." The hunt begins. This is good training, but the reserves barely score any hits and the guard does almost all of the work.
The reservist are only allowed to use crappy wooden and bone bolts and only get some, when there is surplus. After Jaxler joins the reserves, he is in charge of crossbow training and makes the wooden blots for them, which is a big improvement.
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Dodge training
Indigo begins. "When it comes to defence, there are two basic lines of thought. One is not to get hit at all, another is to wear so much protection, that you can withstand a few blows and not care. They are different, but not mutually exclusive, and dodging is usually a good idea, even in heavy armour. If you are fighting something ten times heavier than a pony, you don't want to absorb the full force of it's blows, no matter what protection you're wearing. If you manage to move out of the way, your enemy may be off balance, and in an awkward position for a moment, giving you a chance to retaliate. If you can't dodge a blow, you may be able to deflect or parry it, which is still better than absorbing its full force. Some of the soldiers giving us demonstrations may show us a thing or two about dodging, but for the most part it is up to us to learn it when sparring."
"There are, however, some exercises, that can help with dodging. We will practice jumping in eight directions, strafing, reflexes and so on. There will also be some exercises for better balance, including sparring on a log of wood. For now, I have something else in mind. I'll release all the cats from that cage, give them a minute head start and after that we catch them back. If you can outrun a cat, catch it in your mouth and shrug off the scratching, it means you are fast, agile and can withstand some pain. A kitten is worth one point, and adult two, and Whiskers 3. Whoever wins, gets ten bits. Go!" I just hope nopony will ask too many questions about it, it is not like I'm releasing the parasprites. ((It doesn't even matter who won.))
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Shield training
Indigo and Oil Macepony are the only unicorns in the reserves. Indigo takes a shield, pulls out some papers out of his saddlebag and addresses his squad. "It is usually just the unicorns, who get the benefit of a shield, but we may face enemies carrying shields, so every soldier should know something about them. A common mistake made by shield-bearers is to simply raise the shield to meet the incoming blow or bolt. The benefit of this method is that you get maximum coverage from your shield. The problem with it is that it means holding your shield perpendicular to whatever is threatening you, which minimizes the area of impact and maximizes the attacker's chance to pierce the shield, and the impact you have to withstand. A better method of using the shield, is to deflect rather than block. Here are some diagrams with flight paths of bolts and proper angles to hold the shield at, so let's memorize and exercise them."
(( Continued below, original post exceeded 40k characters. ))
Post by: Maklak on April 25, 2012, 12:39:27 pm
Dancing with Stripes
Around 20 Galena, 258.
(( A few months after the Flux-Glaive-Stiletto incident. Before Glaive and Falcata wedding. After the zebra caravan arrives. This scene implies, that Indigo's reunion with Sekashi went much smoother, than I originally intended. ))
Indigo walks up to Falcata's room and knocks on the door. "Falcata, are you in there? Can I talk to you?"
Falcata glances up from polishing her armour, wondering who could be at the door. Glaive would have just walked in; even if she'd left it locked, he had a key. "Yes, who is it?"
"Indigo." He replies.
Indigo? That troublemaker who's been hounding Stiletto? What does he want? "Uh, okay, come in?"
Indigo enters, closes the door behind him and looks at Falcata. "I've heard Dawnpick has an orchestra, and that you're part of it. Is that true?"
Falcata gets up, leaving the armour and the cloth she was polishing it with to one side. Music? Maybe he's not here about Stiletto, after all. "An orchestra? Not as far as I know; Flux plays the piccolo and I play the lyre. We play together sometimes, but we're hardly an orchestra."
Indigo frowns "Ah. Just the two of you. Not what I need. A harp is too peaceful and quiet. A flute might serve, but I need drums---"
"What do you need drums for? And we play piccolo and lyre, not flute and harp!" Falcata bristles slightly at the strange pony, now apparently talking to himself. Is mine and Flux's music not good enough for him?
Indigo snaps out of his thoughts and looks at the angry Falcata. "I need music... to train my squad of course. You obviously don't have what I need, and you look, like you don't want me in here, so I'll just leave." He moves towards the door, intending to depart.
The unicorn's sudden change of tack startles her, and she reacts just as rapidly. "No, wait! What's wrong with a lyre and a flute for that, though? And how can you train your squad using music, anyway?" Falcata blurts out, taking a step forwards and raising a forehoof as if gesturing for him to stop. Wow, he's...abrupt, to say the least.
He stops and turns back to her. "Well, there are some zebra dances that need a lot of agility and are very tiring. In a fight there are often moments where you need to move very fast. This isn't quite weapons training, but I'm sure dancing can help the reservists. I'm making arrangements with the caravan, but I wanted to make it more interesting. Consider it a form of endurance training, if you will. It should be more interesting than galloping around with heavy saddlebags."
Falcata's interest is piqued. "I see...I think. So you absolutely must have drums? Couldn't we help in some way?" If this is seriously going to improve the reservists' ability, then I have to try and help them with it, at the very least. Fighting is hard enough when you've been doing it most of your life, but the poor reservists need all the aid they can get.
"Well, the caravan has drums, rattles and not much else. If some musicians could add a melody with other instruments, it would make it more interesting. If you want to help, talk to the drummers. I'm still making arrangements, but we should be able to begin tomorrow afternoon." And if Dawnpick had an orchestra, perhaps I wouldn't have to pay for the music.
"Okay, well, I'll see what I can do to help you - and your squad - with the whole musical training thing. We should be able to put something together, I think." Falcata glances at him, still perched awkwardly in front of the door. "Did you want anything else?"
"Not really." But I guess, if you do this, I'll owe you a favour. "Thank you. And see you tomorrow." Indigo leaves. She wears all of that armour? It looks heavy.
"Bye, Indigo!" she calls as the unicorn walks out, shutting the door carefully behind him.
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For over two weeks the reservists dance with the zebras close to the trade depot. Each day they begin during late afternoon, after having normal weapons training, and continue for several hours. A few of the zebras dance, a few provide the music and some guard their wagons and wares, but they rotate their shifts. The musicians use mainly drums and rattles, but Falcata joins them with a lyre. While it doesn't blend perfectly with the rhythm, it makes for an interesting combination, and in the end, the rhythm is all that counts anyway.
The reservists and the zebras dance in a circle around a fire. The dance itself isn't very complicated, but requires lots of jumps and other quick movements. The ponies get tired quickly and wimp out one by one, but dance again after catching their breaths. This repeats over and over, until early night-time. Water and juice are provided to quench their thirst, but not food and no alcohol. Some ponies come to join the 'party', but most go away when explained the purpose of it all. A few stay, which is fine, because there is enough room. Some are amused and just watch. Flux comes to look, but isn't yet ready to play in public and leaves.
Halberd comes to see what this racket is all about, snorts and leaves. While the reserves are not directly his responsibility, he is still frustrated by Indigo's idea of 'training'. Conventional combat drills are what the soldiers need and dancing is just a waste of time. He doesn't neglect to tell that to Indigo during the next captain's meeting.
All in all, this method of training works. After a week the reservists can almost keep up with the zebras for over 15 minutes, so they start dancing in their armour. This makes them tired much quicker. After over a week of it, they are faster, slower to tire and more confident.
Indigo had to pay the zebras with some stone instruments, as well as provide the firewood and drinks. For all their time and effort, this is just a token payment, but they were in good mood after doing a very good business with Lady Virtue and getting a few pots of food as a gift. While they might as well have done it for free, they believe that service requires payment, and ponies disrespect what they get for free.
This repeats next year and the year after that.
(( In-game Indigo got pretty high endurance from the gym. ))
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Indigo also got a Rainbow Pony guard lasher to give a demonstration of what his weapon can do. It included cutting some wood with it.
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Stiletto sparring: This scene is NOT authorized by Tallpanzer and therefore non-cannon, hence the spoiler. It is still funny enough to publish and not all that improbable to happen.
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Closing thoughts.
((In these scenes Indigo looks too much as a know-it-all, especially considering his Novice and Dabbling skills. If it bothers you, just assume that some random soldier said these things and not Indigo.))
((In-game Telgin kept the reservist's squad inactive for years, so you could say that all they learned with all those verbose speeches is bullshido. (That was a joke.) ))
(( IRL military reserve exists to be drafted during a war. So yes, if there is a massive fight, and some soldiers die or are crippled, reservists are the natural choice to rebuild the military, otherwise pure civilians would need to be drafted and training them is slower.))
In reality the reserves in New Saddle were mostly a way to keep cheesmakers, lye makers, dyers and other non-essential ponies busy. Indigo wasn't of course privy to this information. Only the overmare and some of the top ranking military knew. While the reserves were provided some protection, the cost of equipping them was a major concern and in case of a battle, even high losses among them were deemed acceptable. The reservists got professional captains to train them, and were told the usual horseshit about protecting their nation and so on. Indigo left New Saddle before he was bloodied, so all he remembers about the military, was his training.
In Dawnpick the reservists are a laughing stock for the real soldiers, but as long as they don't do any damage (pun accidental) to themselves or other ponies or their weapons, don't get in the real soldier's way, and clean spare equipment, they are tolerated.
(( Phew, this took forever to write. ))
(( EDIT ))
(( Well, from the scene between Jaxler and Oil Macepony a few pages ahead (http://www.bay12forums.com/smf/index.php?topic=96608.msg3230403#msg3230403) it looks, like despite his best efforts Indigo can't get any respect from his squad and it gets worse after Jaxler joins. ))
(( Indigo is trying to do his job as best as he can. He does all the administrative and preparation stuff, invites soldiers for demonstrations, and so on. The dancing part (in armour!) is just more interesting than running around with heavy saddlebags, but there is some of that too and reservists can do it in their spare time if they want. He sometimes even pays with his own money to get something for his squad (like the zebras to dance with them.) ))
(( Yes, Indigo is, in the end, unable to teach the squad how to fight, but never asked for this burden. He asked for a competent soldier to do it instead, and got... Jaxler. Indigo does what he can anyway, yet apparently his squad is ungrateful. The reservists are either pitied or laughed at by the soldiers (the way I see it) and seen as a weird kind of hobby by many other ponies. Some soldiers occasionally help and train with the reserves. ))
(( Indigo does listen to sensible (or just interesting) suggestions, if Oil Macepony has any. ))
Post by: jaxler on April 25, 2012, 09:57:57 pm
Jaxler woke up in front of a random apartment. He had an ache in his head and was violently offended by the sunlight. Jaxler looked around and took in his surroundings he saw a stone pot was laying a few feet to his left and his crossbow a few feet to his right. Jaxler started to get up when suddenly the door to his left swung open and pushed his crossbow further away from him.
Post by: Kryptid on April 25, 2012, 10:10:36 pm
The copper unicorn was contemplating the trade-offs of a decision she wished to make soon. Sarissa rubbed her chin with a hoof as she eyed the dragon skull mounted on her wall. During the fight with the beast, she had knocked one of its teeth out with her shield. She was now levitating this same tooth before her in an emerald glow of magic light. She meditated on the problem. Earrings made from dragon teeth? I really like that idea. However, I would need two and I only have one loose one. Should I spoil my trophy by pulling another tooth from its mouth? The mare examined the pearly-white jaw bones. It seemed that this dragon was missing several teeth already. Surely it wouldn't hurt to lose just one more? Sarissa closed her eyes and nodded as she decided that it was worth it. It would bring her one step closer towards completing her dream dress.
After carefully prying another of the pointy fangs from the skull, she figured she would need another pony to carve them into the way she desired. She lacked experience with bone-carving, and thus didn't want to take a chance on ruining the teeth by attempting a do-it-yourself job. The axe-pony opened the door with a hoof as she wondered who would be best to ask for this favor. Sarissa felt the opening door bumping a heavy object to the side. Upon inspection, she noticed that it was Jaxler's trademark weapon, with its owner only a hoof's reach away from it. Plastered as usual, she sighed.
The soldier marched over to the prone pegasus and tapped him on the back with her hoof. A bit roughly. "Hey Jaxler! Can't you go be a useless lump in your own room? You're in the way here!"
Post by: jaxler on April 25, 2012, 10:27:18 pm
Jaxler picked up his newly repaired crossbow and got up of the ground before responding to the annoying Mare. "Sarissa... Up yours"
Post by: Kryptid on April 25, 2012, 10:43:06 pm
The annoyed unicorn rolls her eyes, "Really? That's all you've got to say? You really are a piece of work, Jaxxy. Laying out hung-over in front of other pony's rooms. You're really quite the role model."
Post by: jaxler on April 25, 2012, 10:54:44 pm
Jaxler gives Sarrisa a nasty gaze. "It's great to know that somepony agrees with me."
Post by: Kryptid on April 25, 2012, 11:06:18 pm
Sarissa narrows her eyes, "You willingly acknowledge that, and yet you don't do anything about it? Why not? What good is wallowing on the floor in drunken self-pity going to do you?" She shakes her head.
Post by: jaxler on April 25, 2012, 11:16:40 pm
Sarissa's words hit a raw nerve. "Don't you talk shit about crap that you don't know nothing about!"
Post by: Kryptid on April 25, 2012, 11:30:53 pm
The mare folds her ears back over her head, lowering her eyebrows, "I know that whatever your problem is, you ain't fixing it with booze! It seems like every other time I look at you, you're drunk or aiming to get there! You can't seriously tell me that years of alcoholism has made you a better pony."
Post by: jaxler on April 25, 2012, 11:37:08 pm
Jaxler's eye's darted down to his crossbow. "Well, it sure as hell has kept me from becoming a worse pony!"
Post by: Kryptid on April 25, 2012, 11:47:45 pm
"So that's it? You're only concerned about not getting 'worse', whatever that means? You need to stand on your own four legs and try to become a more productive, more responsible member of Dawnpick! Instead of hiding from your problems behind a mug of the hard stuff, you need to confront your demons head-on and regain control of your life," Sarissa felt like she was talking to a stone wall, but she often let her impulses get the better of her concerning her vices.
Post by: jaxler on April 25, 2012, 11:58:00 pm
"I was under the impression that demons were immortal, and it's not like I can just stop drinking
Post by: Kryptid on April 26, 2012, 12:09:01 am
"The demon comment was metaphorical..." Sarissa groaned, "...and it's not like I would expect someone like you to drop it cold turkey. Why not at least try to slow down? Don't let it have so much control over you. I've seen what this does to ponies, and I don't like it."
Post by: jaxler on April 26, 2012, 12:14:31 am
"Have you ever taken a lunatic off his medicine? Because I really shouldn't go to long without booze."
Post by: Kryptid on April 26, 2012, 12:20:16 am
"That's why you need to do this gradually. I'm no shrink, but I'd say that you need to find a different way to relieve your stress. That's my advice. Do some thinking about that."
Post by: jaxler on April 26, 2012, 12:29:31 am
"If I go more then a week without my medicine I..." the stallion paused "You shouldn't give advice on things that you know nothing about."
Post by: Kryptid on April 26, 2012, 12:35:15 am
"You know what? Forget I even said anything; I'm not in the business of helping ponies who won't even try to help themselves!" The disgruntled unicorn lowers her head and brushes past Jaxler as she heads off towards the staircase.
Post by: Telgin on April 26, 2012, 01:40:49 am
telgin, can you give me a full list of castiron's skills?
Sorry, meant to get to this sooner:
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I think ill take the foal Crimson.
Ok, he's yours.
And Zeroinfinity, I'm giving you Lathe (new pony who showed up in a migrant wave). A unicorn stallion, woodcrafter by trade, but in RP he can be whatever of course. :)
Post by: Omicega on April 26, 2012, 08:43:47 am
Post by: jaxler on April 26, 2012, 10:13:57 pm
Oil Macepony was out jogging in hopes of training herself after her time in the hospital, because she was disappointed in Indigo’s training seclude.
Jaxler woke up, lying under a fallen sapling. He had a horrible pain in his back and head and really didn't enjoy the brightness of the day. Jaxler got up off the hard ground and located an empty barrel of booze a few feet away and his crossbow, which was laying on the ground under said sapling. When picked up his crossbow and slung it over his back, while doing so, he noticed that he was wearing brass horseshoes and had a long cut going down his foreleg. after spending a few moments trying to recollect the events of last night Jaxler sees an familiar mare running towards him. “aye oil”
Oil Macepony: "Hello Jaxler." briefly stopped, stretching some of her legs. "Why are you out here at this time?"
Jaxler paused and though for a moment "I don't really know..."
"Oh ww-vv-... vwell. Urgh. Midpony has strange sounds. I'm still having difficulty getting over it. In any case it's not my place to interfere in the business of others. But I vwould like to talk. Indigo's training isn't giving me anything. I have to run on my own even to get proper exercise. Is there anyvway I could spar with the guard or militia?"
"Yeah, midpony can be a bitch to learn, and if you need to spar then why don't you spar with me? I used to be second in command of the guard."
"Ah, sure. I just have to see if I can retrieve a training mace from one of the armories... Indigo's stuck me with a hammer vwhich annoys me because I vwas a macepony back in highshield -that vwas vwhere I lived before it was sieged-"
Jaxler shrugs "Fine, but what's this about your homeland being sieged?"
"The clan ponies are at vwar vwith the rainbow ponies since their opening attack- that of the one on highshields, vwhere they sent a bunch of diomedians to attack us to try to trick us into getting into another full out vwar with another diomedian kingdom, an enemy of theirs. Vwe figured them out"
“What is your clan home like?"
"The clan kingdom is mostly quiet, but there, everyone chooses their profession and really vwe try to perfect ourselves in it. Vwe tend to be mostly friendly to others, but vwe had a trade disagreement vwith the rainbows."
Jaxler shrugged "war with the rainbows... boy seems like everypony is at war them now-in-days"
Oil Macepony sighed."Vwar is sadly the vway of the vworld. It's alvways happens, is alvways happened, vwill alvways happen, no matter our attempts to stop it."
"War is an infection that cannot be eradicated or controlled. It seems that the gods have a way of making peace and alien ideal"
"Yes... anyvway, I vwas running laps. I'm recovering vwounds I received in Highshields, and I'm almost there. ...But Indigo isn't helping much at all."
"yeah, Indigo is a push-over. I really doesn't think he know how to train ponies."
"...Yeah. Vwhat vwah that vwith the dancing? Dancing?! Ugh. I can get a bit worked up, but I feel like it's been a vwaste of my time! Speaking of time, If vwe're going to spar I vwould like to get it done quickly."
"Don't you need you’re practice mace?"
"Oh, right. I'll go get it."
Jaxler waits for Oil Macepony to go grab her mace. While he waits he pulls out a small knife and grabs a peace of nearby wood and starts whittling...
Oil Macepony comes back with the practice mace, warming up by twirling the mace in the air with her horn a few times.
"Okay, looks like you’re ready to go. If you don't mind I'd like to lay down some ground rules before we start."
"Sure. Vwhat do you have in mind?"
"Rule 1: everything is fair. Rule 2:you lose when you ether, give up, or unintentionally lose consciousness"
"Vwell. Everything is fair, mmm?"
Jaxler shrugged "Rule 3: Try to doge!" said Jaxler as he charged the unicorn, and cocking his brass-horseshoe clad hoof back in preparation for a punch
Oil Macepony swung the mace forward as she moved a bit backward, whooshing it forward in one direction at Jaxler before magically pinching the end of the handle, causing it to rotate with fore at Jaxler's head. The hoof stopped about an inch in front of her face.
Jaxler blocked the mace with his wing and swung his crossbow toward Oil's head
Oil Macepony took the crossbow to the side of the head, not being very well trained. "Oof!" Oil Macepony rotated the mace again, trying to hit his wing with an amount of force.
Jaxler takes the hit to the wing and shows no sign of pain. He then sidestepped to left and swung his hoof toward Oil's kidney
Oil Macepony can't move particularly fast as of yet, and she takes it, stumbling back a bit. She starts moving the mace quickly in a series of swinging motions that are hinged by her grabbing the end of the mace in midair and causing it to swing at Jaxler with its own velocity, before she just kicks a rock at him.
Jaxler gets hit in the face by the stone, which leaves a black bruise around his eye and also gets hit in the head by the mace. Jaxler after a few moments of staggering Jaxler hits the ground face first and remains motionless
Oil Macepony walks up to Jaxler and shakes him to wake it up. "Well.
Jaxler uppercuts Oil macepony as soon as she speaks
"Ooomph!"
Oil Macepony sways a bit, but she takes the mace and goes at it again, physically ramming into Jaxler.
Jaxler is knocked back a little bit by the pony's force. Jaxler then uses his crossbow to block the mace's strike
Oil Macepony grabs Jaxler's crossbow with her mouth while still swinging with her mace.
Jaxler throw's his right hoof toward Oil's forehead
Oil Macepony can't dodge it and starts swaying, dropping her mace onto Jaxler. She picks it up unsteadily, but does it anyway,
Jaxler backed off a few meters from Oil and said mockingly "Come at me bra."
"FFf-vvv-ffvffiinnee!" Oil Macepony unsteadily went at Jaxler, probably about to lose consciousness
Jaxler flew into the sky and started to hover 10 feet off the ground
Oil Macepony dropped her mace and tried to crash him to the ground with her magic. However, the attack as off center, considerably so.
Jaxler flew down at Oil as fast as he could, swinging the butt of his crossbow wildly
Oil Macepony took the crossbow to the jaw, landing on the ground unconscious.
Jaxler landed on the ground next to Oil macepony. Jaxler was revealed to be back on the ground and not in the sky and glad that he won the fight. He stood there waiting for Oil to fade back into consciousness.
"...Urrrgh. I've really not learned much from Indigo..."
"looks like I won... are you okay?"
"Yes, I should be OK." Oil Macepony stood up. "I should get some rest now, and figure out how I'm going to beat you next time."
Jaxler shrugged "I dunno, I'm pretty good."
"Yeah, vwhatever. I need to keep jogging anyvway, to finish recovering from my old vwounds." Oil started to begin running again.
Jaxler waved as Oil macepony jogged away. After oil was a decent distance away Jaxler started to walk toward his craftspony's workshop, ready to carve out another days’ worth of useless crap.
Post by: jaxler on April 26, 2012, 11:12:04 pm
Jaxler was in the meeting hall drinking a barrel of moonshine, while sitting in his favorite seat. He had had his crossbow laying on the table next to him and was ready to start enjoying the night. The average day for jaxler was far less enjoyable sense he left the guard. Every moment of his day was spent carving wood into useless stuff to be shipped away when the next Caravan came to town. The only thing that could kill off the mindless work was a barrel of booze, and the dark stallion was about to do just that when he noticed a pony walking his way.
Midnight's wearing a dark, near black, grey hooded cloak. We walks next to Jaxler, smiling and nodding at him. The hood covering half his face, before Midnight brings it back. "Hello again, mind if I join you for a drink.
Jaxler shrugged "Drinking is always better with company."
Midnight nodded in reply as his smile widens. He pours himself a cup of the harsh drink, before sipping it. "Thank you."
Jaxler sipped some of his booze before thinking of a way to start a conversation "So, I haven't seen you sense Granite about killed himself down in the hospital
"Yes, I know, I've... Well, I've been brooding a little, thinking about recent events."
“well... the war with the rainbows has been on everypony's mind”
"Such a grim state of affairs, but, that's nothing to talk about, not to me. Won't bring a smile to anypony's face. So, how have you been fairing after that hospital incident, Jaxler?"
"Granite? Oh, he's been fine, though i'm probably gonna have to teach him how to take a cut without balling up and crying"
"Panicking about a wound doesn't help, though it certainly was a severe one, how did he manage it anyway? is the chain sharpened?"
"I don't think so... When I asked him about it he said he hadn't the slightest clue as to how managed to cut himself."
"Could be a piece of jagged metal, that's all I can think of. I hope the sight didn't scare the other foals too much."
"Granite getting scarred over a little cut? HA, that foal got snatched by a badgerpony and saw that same pony get decapitated before his very eyes. That pony can take a lot of shit... If only he could learn to handle a cut."
Midnight grimaces at the thought. "Yeah, but foals are often scared about getting hurt, and when they bleed, they act like it'd the end. I'm sure he'll grow out of it."
"yeah, me too. Granite is a pretty tough for his size. He kinda reminds me of somepony I one knew."
"Oh, who?"
"Meh, Just some Foal I knew a while back. I forget his name, but he was a tough lil' fella'. He was about as scrawny as slum ponies come but he always found a way to win in fights."
"Most impressive, I hope he's improved since then. I'm sure his skills would be well sought after."
"I doubt it seeing how he's dead. The poor pony was killed by Diomedians a while ago."
Midnight again grimaces, mumbling something so quiet that Nopony could hope to hear. "That's tragic..."
"So, How have you and rose been?"
"Quite nice, actually. We've been getting along very well. It's hard not to smile around that little foal, she's just so cute, y'know?"
"Yeah... Little foals are just downright adorable"
"Very, maybe if I didn't spend my time burning wood, I'd spend it working in the stables. it would certainly keep me cheered up easy."
"Yeah, the stables are quite a nice place..." Jaxler sipped some more of his booze "what's it like being a wood burner?"
"Hot, boring, and it smells. but that's why it's a job, and not a hobby. At least it's helpful, that's pretty much why I do it."
"seems more exciting than carving wood into random crafts."
"I would disagree, wood carving, if you mean the art form, can be fairly amusing. At least I think so."
It's a mundane art that I perfected a long time ago... And it's not so much an art form if your forced to do it for a living and after the three thousandth wooden bracelet engraved with a random picture, things start to get a bit repetitive."
"Blegh, you should never use your passion as a job, it just ruins the fun."
"Yeah, I guess but it kinda lost it's fun a long time before i made it into a job. Though it's kinda a shame that I hate wood crafting so much, seeing how it seemed to be a family tradition."
"Well, could always start a tradition."
Jaxler laughed "problem is I'd need to start a family first, and by now I've probably scared away every mare in a hundred mile radius of this town."
That's a shame, really. But I wouldn't doubt that you'll find somepony."
"There's no need to be dishonest. It's not like me not having a family is anything new."
Midnight cocks an eyebrow. "Dishonest? I'm not being dishonest. I'm simply just not putting you finding a date an impossibility."
"Date... Who exactly would I ask out?"
"I wouldn't know, though, if any new ponies came here, you could try being nice to them."
"yeah, but it seems like Mare's always have these's preset expectations for whom they date. I mean there idea of the perfect stallion is somepony that has a "high paying job" or a "lack of alcohol dependency" and even is "pleasant to be around". How the hell do they expect to find somepony like that?"
"Eh, some ponies can't except somepony for who they are, hopefully somepony more understanding will show up soon."
"Yeah... Maybe somepony will come along"
Midnight nods with a smile, before taking another sip of booze. "So, why did you decide to start drinking this stuff? I mean, why not something with a little more pleasant taste?"
"because, it's kinda the only thing that can get me drunk... I've built up quit a resistance quite a resistance to alcohol"
"You can do that? Hmm, too bad I'm such a lightweight when it comes to this stuff."
"Meh, you actually lucky. Everyday I haft to spend more and more bits, filling out a prescription that's slowly losing it's effects on me."
"Hmm, it's really just a hope, but I do hope, that I'll be able to help you. You know, keep you at least a little happy, without this stuff."
"Heh, thanks... So, what makes you so willing to help somepony like me. Most ponies are repelled by mt general drunkenness."
"I pretty much live to help others, I mean, I'm not completely selfless or anything. But it's nice to make a pony smile, or to earn a simple thanks even."
"I tried helping others once... It ended with me getting a crossbow slammed into my skull and 5 days chained to a hospital bed. I sincerely hope you fair better."
"... Thanks, Jaxler, I hope fate will smile upon you, as it has upon me."
Jaxler made a little smile.
Post by: Omicega on April 27, 2012, 08:28:46 am
Post by: L1wW on April 27, 2012, 06:40:11 pm
Granite slowly walked towards the house of Fauchard, a bouquet of roses in his hooves. He stood on the doorstep, clad in a soft black suit with a light green bow tie. Granite knocked on the door. Oh god oh god oh god OH GOD! This was a bad idea! Granite thought to himself. She's gonna hate the roses and laugh at this crappy suit, and... relax Granite, relax. Granite takes a deep breath.
Post by: Dsarker on April 27, 2012, 06:43:41 pm
With a slight hint of curiousity at who might be knocking, Friesden walks over to the door and opens it.
"Oh. Hello, Granite."
Post by: L1wW on April 27, 2012, 06:47:09 pm
Oh crap oh crap! "H-h-hey Friesden, uh would you...er... would you go out with me?" Granite stammers. "Uh, I g-g-got these for you..." He hands Friesden the bouquet. This is not going to end well...
Post by: Dsarker on April 27, 2012, 06:49:22 pm
'"Go out" with him? Does he mean...on a date?' Friesden wonders as she takes the bouquet. "Uh...Um...Okay."
Post by: L1wW on April 27, 2012, 06:52:24 pm
Crap, should I be more specific? Granite thought. "Like... um... er... you and me... go grab something... to eat... together?" He asks Friesden, trying not to sound as stupid as possible.
Post by: Dsarker on April 27, 2012, 06:53:05 pm
"That sounds fun," Friesden says.
Post by: L1wW on April 27, 2012, 06:57:37 pm
I should just give up now- wait what? "Great!" Granite says. "Shall we head over to the dinning hall?" What the hell do I do, what the hell do I do?!
Post by: Dsarker on April 27, 2012, 06:59:01 pm
"Why not?" Friesden asks. Rhetorically.
Post by: L1wW on April 27, 2012, 07:01:54 pm
I pray to god that was rhetorical. "Alright let's go." Granite says, taking a moment to offer her his hoof. Why am I offering her my hoof, what the hell...
Post by: Dsarker on April 27, 2012, 07:02:57 pm
Friesden takes the hoof after another moment, and follows him.
Post by: L1wW on April 27, 2012, 07:11:45 pm
After a brief stroll through Dawnpick the two make it to the dinning hall. Granite then notices the line outside the door. Crap. "I guess this is expected, considering there's only like ten chairs for well more then fifty ponies!" Granite said. "Well considering there's a good twenty minute waiting period to be seated, I bet the food comes well within an hour." Granite said with a nervous laugh at the end, trying to make a joke. "So do you want to wait in line for god knows how long, or do you want to do something else? How about a stroll through the meadows, right next to the spot where that cavern thing died?" Granite said, again trying to make a joke. I am awful... He thought to himself.
Post by: Dsarker on April 27, 2012, 07:15:43 pm
"Oh, whatever you think is best," says Friesden.
Post by: L1wW on April 27, 2012, 07:19:49 pm
"Alright, stroll it is..." Granite said. Man can this get any worse? Granite thought.
Post by: Dsarker on April 27, 2012, 07:20:49 pm
"Okay," says Friesden as they start on their stroll.
Post by: L1wW on April 27, 2012, 07:26:21 pm
As they walk through the meadows, absolutely nothing interesting happens at all. The night was silent. No crickets were chirping, no wolves were howling, nothing. Silence. In Dawnpick. "Friesden I'm sorry if this is the worst time you have ever had, I suck..." Granite sighs. "I sincerely doubt this could get worse..." Granite looks off into the distance.
Post by: Dsarker on April 27, 2012, 07:40:50 pm
"It's not that bad, Granite," Friesden says.
Post by: L1wW on April 27, 2012, 07:46:47 pm
"How so?" Granite asks Friesden.
Post by: Dsarker on April 27, 2012, 07:55:33 pm
"It's a pleasant night."
Post by: L1wW on April 27, 2012, 08:06:18 pm
Granite takes a moment to examine his surroundings. It is a pleasant night. The stars above are easily visible, and there's this calm air given off by the nearby trees. He looks up and sees a shooting star. "Friesden look, it's a shooting star! I have never seen such a mystical display of such irony in my entire life! Isn't it beautiful?" Granite says, completely faking appreciation in his voice.
Post by: Dsarker on April 27, 2012, 08:10:18 pm
"It is indeed beautiful. Why are you so tense?"
Post by: L1wW on April 27, 2012, 08:17:30 pm
"Eh, probably because of the upcoming rainbow war. Friggin' war, why did we have to kill those traders anyway? Oh, I meant to ask you this earlier, um... how goes the whole bone-carving thing?" Granite asks, a hint of curiosity brightens in his eyes.
Post by: Dsarker on April 27, 2012, 08:35:55 pm
Friesden's eyes darken. "I'd rather not talk about it at the moment."
Post by: L1wW on April 27, 2012, 08:45:25 pm
"That bad, huh? I can take it you're not to keen on the killing of animals?" Granite takes a quick glance at Friesden's cutie mark. "Ivory tusks? You know that can mean something completely unrelated to bone-carving right? Like what if it relates to the traits of an elephant? An indomitable being capable of inflicting massive amounts of horrors but yet chooses not to, and also never forgets and never forgives?" Granite says with a little laugh. "But anyway, did Flux tell you about his crucible story?"
Post by: Dsarker on April 27, 2012, 08:47:13 pm
"Yes. He did. Like I said, I'd rather not talk about it."
Post by: L1wW on April 27, 2012, 09:25:09 pm
"Fine, sorry for pressing so much. And hey, at least you have a cutie mark..." Granite says.
Post by: Dsarker on April 27, 2012, 09:26:35 pm
"Thank you."
Post by: L1wW on April 27, 2012, 09:33:37 pm
"Your welcome... I think..." replies Granite. "Um, do you want to go see if the line died down at the dinning hall?"
Post by: Dsarker on April 27, 2012, 09:44:05 pm
"Yes, I think we should. Let's go."
Post by: Dsarker on April 27, 2012, 09:47:12 pm
With a slight hint of trepidation, Friesden walks up to Virtue’s door, and laying the grate down for one second, knocks on the door. ’Please be there, please be there...’
Virtue’s attention is drawn to the knocking, and she gets up to go investigate who it was. She opens the door, fearing for a moment it would be Indigo or somepony else she wasn’t in a hurry to see, but is relieved to see only Friesden standing there. “Oh, Friesden, hello. Come in.” She leads the young mare inside and continues, “How can I help you?”
Friesden puts the grate in front of Virtue, and trying to recall the words she’d practiced, says “I...I want to....I want to trade...This grate...For a sword. Please?”
“Trade it? For a sword?” She ponders the question for a moment. “What do you need a sword for?”
“I-I-I-I,” Friesden stammers, caught offguard. “I...I’ve been training with dad. And...I...I want to help protect Dawnpick,” she goes on, trying to compensate for her previous stammering. “I...I thought a real...A real sword could...Could help.”
Virtue silently thinks about the request. They may well need all the help they could get, but somehow... she didn’t picture gentle little Friesden as much of a soldier. But if she had been training with Fauchard, maybe she had learned a thing or two. “I see...” She takes a look at the grate again. “Are you sure that’s what you want to do? I mean, there’s a lot of other things you could trade that for.”
Friesden swallows. “Y-y-yes. I’m sure. I...I don’t need much anyway.”
She raises a hoof to her chin and nods thoughtfully. Perhaps she should speak with Fauchard about this later. Just in case. For now though, it wouldn’t hurt to at least look at it. “Well, let’s have a look at it.” She examines the grate and tries her best to appraise it. Always something tricky to do for items like this. Five thousand bits was probably a bit optimistic, but she didn’t mind parting with a bit more than that considering they were sitting on so much in the treasury with little else to do with it. “I... think this is worth a nice sword at least. It is pretty special...”
“R-r-r-really?” Friesden asks incredulously. “I...Um...Thank you, miss Virtue.”
Virtue gives her a small genuine smile. “You’re welcome. I don’t know if Castiron has ever forged a sword before, but I’ll go speak with him in a little bit to ask him about it. I’m sure he can produce something nice for you.”
“T-t-t-thank you, miss Virtue! I won’t disappoint you!” Friesden says.
“I know you won’t,” she responds, keeping the smile on her face. “Actually, I think I might go talk to Castiron about the sword now, if you’d like to come along?”
“Yes, of course miss Virtue!” Friesden says. I’m going to see another sword being forged! This is the best day ever!
Virtue stands and leads Friesden along to the forges where she hoped she’d find Castiron. The grate was worth a fair bit, but she was going to see about having Castiron make the best sword he could. It wasn’t like they had a whole lot else to do with the steel. She just worried about Friesden herself. If she was serious about joining the militia, they could use her help, but she just didn’t feel quite right about it all. She would go find Fauchard later and talk to him about it. Maybe he’d be able to put her mind at ease.
Post by: L1wW on April 27, 2012, 10:13:36 pm
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"Yes, I think we should. Let's go."
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"Cool." The two head over to the dinning hall and to Granite's astonishment, the line had actually vanished, and there were available tables! What luck! "Wow we lucked out." Granite said. "So where should we sit exactly? That table next to the engravement of Longshot getting fired, or next to the engravement of Jaxler punching Stiletto in the face?" Granite asks, still attempting comedy.
Post by: Dsarker on April 27, 2012, 10:22:58 pm
"Whichever you prefer, Granite."
Post by: L1wW on April 27, 2012, 10:30:41 pm
"Alright, Jaxler punching Stiletto it is..." Granite sighs. "Friesden can you laugh?" He asks.
Post by: Dsarker on April 27, 2012, 10:33:34 pm
"Of course I can laugh!" Friesden says with a slight hint of anger in her voice.
Post by: L1wW on April 27, 2012, 10:34:56 pm
"Well I'm sorry! It's just you barely show any emotion- I'm making this worse aren't I?" Granite sighs again.
Post by: Dsarker on April 27, 2012, 10:47:54 pm
"Look...I...I...I...I don't know."
Post by: L1wW on April 27, 2012, 10:51:05 pm
"Crap Friesden, I'm sorry! Let's... just sit down and eat... or something..." Granite says, his eyes flash with worry.
Post by: Dsarker on April 27, 2012, 10:59:14 pm
"Y-y-yes, I think that would be b-b-b-best."
Post by: L1wW on April 27, 2012, 11:02:36 pm
"Friesden please don't cry!" Granite says, he looks at Friesden with as much concern, worry, and sincerity as Granite can muster.
Post by: Dsarker on April 27, 2012, 11:06:50 pm
"O-o-o-o-okay. I...I won't." She does so nonetheless.
Post by: L1wW on April 27, 2012, 11:08:27 pm
"Crap, Friesden I'm sorry!" Granite says, pulling her into a hug. "P-p-please d-d-don't cry! Please don't cry, please don't cry, pleasedontcry pleasedontcry!" Granite repeats softly, tears forming.
Post by: Dsarker on April 27, 2012, 11:12:49 pm
Friesden lets herself be pulled into the hug, still crying softly.
Post by: L1wW on April 27, 2012, 11:19:50 pm
Granite sighs and starts singing. "Don't cry my love, don't cry no more. A crashing sky, a rolling screen... a city drowning in god's black tears. I cannot bear to see it..." Granite takes a breath. "Don't cry my love, don't cry no more. It overwhelms my breaking heart... a minor swell of violins. I cannot bear to hear it... "
Post by: Dsarker on April 27, 2012, 11:22:58 pm
Friesden continues to cry.
Post by: L1wW on April 27, 2012, 11:25:03 pm
Crap. Granite just hugs her in silence. Where the hell did I put my lute?
Post by: Dsarker on April 27, 2012, 11:29:48 pm
Friesden, already tired out by the day's training, and now exhausted by her tears and her emotion-wraught anxiety, falls asleep in Granite's hooves.
Post by: L1wW on April 27, 2012, 11:41:12 pm
She's asleep? Granite looks at the sleeping Friesden and gently hauls her on his back. Granite then casually walks back to Fauchard's house with Friesden on his back. Not wanting to deal with Fauchard, Granite get's ready to climb the side of the building. He makes sure Friesden is at least slightly secure and Granite then starts climbing up the wall to the open window that conveniently leads to Friesden's room. Every few seconds he checks to make sure she's still there on his back. In the end he successfully makes it into the bedroom without incident. Wow everything went better than expected! he thought to himself. Granite then gently places Friesden in her bed and prepares to climb back out through the window.
Post by: Telgin on April 28, 2012, 12:16:03 am
New ponies:
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Virtue's Diary - 27th Hematite, 260
It seems that word really has made it back to Coupledye about our position out here. A few new faces showed up at the gates today. Soldiers, all of them. Two unicorn stallions, Bardiche and Guisarme, who Halberd and Naginata are already showing around the barracks.
The third is a pegasus mare named Saber. She's going to be joining Partisan and the fortress guard. That brings us up to four guardsponies again.
Speaking of the soldiers, I was relieved to get a report from Panacea that the soldiers who were ill from fighting the giant flying monstrosity have recovered and were released today. I'm relaxing a little knowing that they're all back on their hooves at least, and he seems eager enough to get back to work.
Hopefully this is the last we'll see of the underground monsters. The militia captains have organized another excursion into the caverns though. They want to make sure that the upper most caverns are clear though, and I understand their wishes. I just dearly hope that clearing of the caverns doesn't do the harm we're trying to prevent.
3rd Malachite, 260
Today Azurite turned six and so is officially a stallion. His family held a small celebration in the dining hall around lunch time, and this afternoon Azurite got his first chance to lend a hoof at the craftshops doing a number of different things. He really aspires to be a jeweler, but we're short on work and already have Quartz to do the work. Maybe one day we'll find more work for the jewelers.
12th Malachite, 260
Something new and slightly unsettling happened late this afternoon. An enormous simian creature with a single eye approached the town from the south, shouting something in a deep, frightening voice in a language none of us understood.
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After it began pounding at the walls though, any doubts of its intentions were gone and the guard went off to try to get it to leave, or worse if they had to. Partisan gave me the report, which was a bit more grisly than I had hoped for.
He and Kat were the first two to respond. While they were taking shots at it, Jaxler came flying and added his own shots to the fight. The beast finally went down, where he and Kat took turns trying to finish it off up close. Partisan put it out of its misery with his last bolt up close.
It seems every season something new shows up to remind us that we're not as safe as we think we are. And yet, I can only imagine what will happen next time we see the rainbow ponies.
24th Malachite, 260
While the militia was prepping to explore the caverns, some of our early warning spells were tripped by another giant beast.
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It's becoming increasingly obvious that no matter how many of these we kill, we'll probably never see the end of them. The plan discussed by the captains to secure a part of the cavern network... that's probably the only way we'll ever have safe access to it.
I'm going to start drawing up plans for that soon. Our maps are pretty sparse, unfortunately, so I don't know how much good it's going to do.
11th Galena, 260
I met with the zebra diplomat today, who I'm pleased to say was as pleasant as ever and who left in as good of health as he arrived in. I was afraid the zebras would be hesitant to trade with us after what happened to the rainbow ponies, but thankfully that's not the case. He told me the caravan should be arriving in a week or two. We've already got a lot of things ready to trade.
22nd Galena, 260
Today was pretty busy. Things started off with a bit of a rush when somepony came to trotting through the center of town letting everypony know that Bubbles had been taken by a strange mood. She was busying herself at one of the craftspony shops when I saw her on my way to the trade depot to speak with the zebra merchants.
As has become a bit of a tradition, we traded a lot of Skillet's best food for what we're in short supply of here. We got some exotic drink, a bit of cheese, a fair bit of leather and some wooden items to save on local wood.
While this was all going on, I'm told that a number of badger ponies were caught in the trap system around the mines and the gate. That's when something unsettling hit me. It didn't really bother me. What has happened to me that I don't really care about it? Maybe this stress really is getting to me.
I also set up a stockpile of steel discs for diamond dogs and badger ponies to steal from. Looks like one was taken already, so maybe we'll see diamond dog ambushes and badger pony sieges soon. I can hope anyway.
1st Limestone, 260
I've been planning on doing this for a while now, but we finally started on the new housing for the larger families. Some families here are as large as ten ponies, and that's just too much to keep in the small rooms most ponies live in. We finished the first new home today, and Glaze's family was randomly chosen to be the first to move in.
I'm hoping we can finish them all fairly soon. The children are all growing up so fast now, we're going to need new rooms anyway.
I just hope nopony gets jealous.
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6th Limestone, 260
Bubbles finished her project today, which turned out to be one of the strangest things I've seen in my life.
(http://dl.dropbox.com/u/74348879/Dawnpick/112.png)
How she fashioned a bunch of bones together into the shape of a whip I'm not entirely sure, but I saw a demonstration and it certainly works. I'm not too sure on what we'll do with it either. For now I'm letting her keep it since she made it. If we find a use for it in the future we'll buy it back off of her.
Detergent also gave birth today to another filly: a little earth pony the family named Autumn. I'm wishing now she'd gotten the new home, but another should be built soon, so hopefully her family will get it. They're going to need it with so many children!
Speaking of children, I saw Panacea earlier today to get a checkup. I've known it for a few months now, but she confirmed I'm pregnant again. I'm due in two or three months by her estimates.
When I first suspected I was pregnant, I was pretty excited, but after what happened at the end of last year, I'm not so sure. This isn't a good time to be bringing children into the world. I admit that I'm still more than a bit frightened about the whole prospect. At least I have Glaive and the rest of my guard to rely on. I really do sleep better at night with them watching me.
I realized that some of my mane has actually fallen out from all of the stress, but that seems to be reversing itself now, thank goodness. Panacea agreed that it was probably just nerves. I think she's getting really worried about me, and I suppose I give her lots of reason to worry. I hate that she's getting upset over me, but I'll be fine.
12th Limestone, 260
It's been a while since Naginata last had a foal, but today she had her sixth foal: a little earth pony colt the family named Espadon. I'm more convinced now than ever that the new housing was a good idea. We may have to build more than we last thought. I'm not sure what the qualifying criteria should be, but maybe four foals? Perhaps it will have to be a case-by-case thing.
In any case, I gave her some time off as usual for when anypony gives birth. We need her to help keep the militia on their hooves, but that doesn't justify forcing her back to work right away. Halberd can keep things together for a little while without her.
28th Limestone, 260
I'm not sure I've ever had quite such a rush of conflicting emotions as I experienced today. I wasn't due to give birth for at least another month, but nature decided that today was the day, and I gave birth a bit preterm. I was extremely worried about it, since I knew that was dangerous for the baby, but as usual Panacea's skill shone and everything went alright. She told me that it was almost certainly all of the stress I've experienced that caused it. Which did little to lift my spirits.
But then I saw her. My little earth pony filly. She looks just like me. I've secretly been wanting another daughter for a long time now, but Harvest Moon and I have been trying to put it off after so much has gone wrong lately. But nature makes up its own mind, and little Serenity came into the world today.
That's the name we gave her. Everything about her is just so calming, and heaven knows I need something to help stay calm these days. She's also a little weak, since she's a month early, but Panacea assures me she'll be okay.
But right now, I'm exhausted, so that's enough writing for today.
12th Sandstone, 260
The last of the new larger housing units was finished today, and Naginata and Marbles moved in with their children. Naginata insisted on being the last to move in, and it actually took some convincing to get her to do so at all. With their new colt though, she reluctantly agreed. I know they'll be happier there, and she has certainly earned it.
Otherwise, we've set up a trap in the second cavern layer to help clear it of any large monsters. I hope we pull it off correctly this time. After what happened last time, I think we learned our lesson.
(http://dl.dropbox.com/u/74348879/Dawnpick/113.png)
What could go wrong? Keep reading.
19th Sandstone, 260
We had another small group of migrants arrive today. Two more soldiers, and two civilians. We had a pegasus mare clothier named Quilt, and a unicorn stallion named Silver Tongue, who claims to be a bit of a counselor. That's something I think we can all agree is much needed in Dawnpick.
The soldiers were a unicorn stallion named Voulge, who is joining the militia, and a pegasus mare named Yari who is joining the guard. That puts us up to ten regular militia and five guardsponies. It's still a very small number. I hope more than ever we can somehow arrive at a peaceful arrangement with the rainbow ponies.
28th Timber, 260
I guess it was too much to be hopeful for. That we'd set up the trap without any incident. Almost exactly the same thing went wrong this time. Diamond Shard pierced her way into the caverns from the trap, with the militia and guard standing by.
They failed to seal it up in time, and two monsters broke their way inside. Thank goodness Diamond shard managed to get behind the soldiers.
Bardiche was the first to respond, and caught the brunt of the attack. He held off a giant monstrous lizard by himself until help arrived, but when they got there two of his hooves were crushed and one of his ribs was badly broken. Kukri managed to slay the monster and rescue him just as the second beast made it inside.
Halberd responded immediately and tore the thing apart, hacking it to pieces with his axe despite the fact it was somehow made of what appeared to be solid stone. Several of the militia got caught in clouds of noxious gas from the attacks, but they don't seem to be showing any symptoms.
I'm very worried about Bardiche though. He hasn't been here long at all, and he came to defend us from the rainbow ponies, not monsters underground. Panacea said that his lung hadn't been punctured though, so he's going to be fine. I trust her, but I can't help but worry anyway.
I don't need to start that again... my mane is going to fall out completely if I do.
Yes, I can't get this right. When am I going to remember to set up a burrow or something to get a pony to stand next to the levers before I open up the caverns?
16th Opal, 260
The early warning spells were triggered again by yet another monster in the caverns. We've got a means of dealing with them now at least... but it's going to be an eternal fight. I don't have the will or the strength for it though.
In somewhat related but no less alarming news, Kit and Kat spotted a diamond dog in the moat where we were expanding the walls.
(http://dl.dropbox.com/u/74348879/Dawnpick/114.png)
They managed to kill him, but now the moat is... polluted... to put it nicely. At least we have Stiletto and Flux's water purifier to take care of that. In any case, we're going to redouble our efforts to finish fixing the curtain wall with the extra space. We'll need that space for houses one day, but in the mean time I don't want diamond dogs or badger ponies sneaking inside.
Kit and Kat shot him up, reloaded, and shot him up some more. They tore up just about every part of his body before he finally bled to death. You'd think he'd have drowned long before then...
5th Obsidian, 260
We had two ponies grow up today: Brownie Bits and Aurora. The families held a join celebration, which I thought went very nicely. This afternoon Brownie Bits went to go talk to Skillet about helping out with some of the cooking, and Aurora went off to talk with the craftsponies about learning some of their trades.
We're going to have to start finding more work for the children who are growing up. It's getting stretched pretty thin as it is, but we're a small community that wants for little.
2nd Slate, 261
I feel a little safer today, knowing that we finished patching up the curtain wall. We still don't quite need new housing, but we will soon, and I don't want anypony without a home. At least it's keeping the masons busy. We may have to expand the walls again at some point. If we do we may have to find a new way to expand the moat. Nopony got hurt, but I worry about the possibilities if we have to try again.
13th Slate, 261
I spoke with the liaison today, and trade with the home caravan for about the same things as usual. About fifty thousand bits worth of steel and steel arms and armor were sent back home to Coupledye, and we traded for a few smaller things like cloth and hospital supplies for a bit of food.
The thing I was most shocked about though was the liaison telling me that I've been elevated to duchess!
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After I spoke with him last year... after that very unpleasant conversation, I feared I'd be relieved of duty rather than promoted, but I'm thankful nonetheless. Maybe I've shown Coupledye that I'm not a complete failure. We haven't seen anything out of the rainbow ponies, which worries me. We normally get a caravan from them by now, and I fear that's bad news.
In any case, things are looking up. No news is good news I suppose.
14th Slate, 261
Want to find out what happens when you turn the Active Invader flag on a unit in Runesmith? Read on!
Early morning, on the 14th of Slate, 261
“I told you, I want to speak with the countess!” the earth pony mare shouts, slamming a hoof down on the mayor's desk. Longshot frowns and shakes his head.
“And I told you she's busy. You can tell me whatever it is you've got to say.” This was getting nowhere, and the rainbow diplomat was steadily growing more and more furious at him deflecting her away from Virtue. That was only cementing things more solidly in his head that he was doing the right thing. Virtue had been extremely upset for as long as he could remember, and he was going to do everything he could to shield her from this.
The mare glares at him. “I've got nothing to say to you.” She snorts. “I want to speak to the countess. She is going to answer for what happened here last year, and nopony else.”
Longshot shakes his head again. “Do I have to go through this a third time? I've already told you what happened twice. She's just going to say the same thing. It was all a horrible misunderstanding that turned into an even more horrible tragedy.”
“Tragedy? Tragedy? How many ponies are dead? A dozen? For all I know you murdered them all and you could tell me anything I wanted to hear!”
“What do you want to hear? Hmm?” he questions, losing the last bits of his patience. He was about two more shouts in his face away from having her removed from Dawnpick. She was about the worst diplomat he'd ever had an opportunity to meet, and if she was just going to shout at them he was going to show her the door. And not Virtue's.
She stands and slams both hooves on his desk. “I'll give you one more chance to let me speak to her!”
That's it. He'd had enough. He raises a hoof to his door. “Request denied. You've done nothing but antagonize over this entire thing and you're not speaking to anypony else until you calm down. I suggest you leave.”
Whatever he expected her to do, it wasn't what she did. The world spun for a moment as her hoof slams into his jaw, knocking him from his chair. “That is what I think of you and your town!” she scoffs. “You murder our people and then show this sort of lack of respect?”
Longshot doesn't respond. He simply leaps from his position on the ground and barrels into her, pinning her to the floor. His expression shifts to an angry glare as he considers what he'd like to do to her, but knows he shouldn't. He'd met giant lions with better manners, and they were all in the butcher's shop right now. As his thoughts race, he is launched into the air by her kicking him clear, and he lands heavily on the desk.
The mare lets out a wrathful growl and pulls a dagger from the recesses of her robes. Without another word she leaps upon him and plunges the weapon deep into his belly. Longshot lets out a startled shriek as the blade digs into his stomach, and as she retracts it blood spurts from the deep wound. In desperation he kicks her aside and rolls off the desk. Pain explodes through him again as he lands on his hooves, and he lets out a frightened shout, “Help! Help, somepony!”
He backs away from the maddened mare and dodges another swing of the dagger. The roof was too low to fly away, and he was bleeding all over the place. The pain begins to grow, and he knows he won't be able to fight her off for much longer.
As another blow misses him by a hair, the doors fly open and a striped pegasus mare brandishing a sword gallops in. The next few terror filled seconds seem to go by in a flash of the pegasus' blade, and the last thing he remembers seeing before blacking out was the diplomat's head dropping to the floor and blood fountaining in his face.
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They grow up so fast... she's already got her first decapitation.
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Virtue's Diary
If I had any hopes of the rainbow pony incident being a thing of the past, they were dashed today. Longshot talked with their diplomat, who arrived without a caravan. Their discussion somehow turned into a fight, and the diplomat drew a weapon and stabbed him.
I'm still beyond words to describe how I feel about that.
I stayed with Longshot for hours though. He told me everything. He even told me that it was his idea to have the diplomat speak with him instead of me because he was so worried about me. I'm touched that he cares so much about me... and I fear if I had spoken with her I'd be dead, not just lying in the hospital like he is.
I was pretty torn up about that of course. Longshot is one of my oldest friends here in Dawnpick. To see him hurt... particularly over me... is heart wrenching. Panacea said that the stab wasn't as bad as it looked, and that he'd be okay. I'm thankful for any silver lining there is to this cloud. I could not ask for better friends than those two.
That's going to make the future that much darker though. War with the rainbow ponies is inevitable now I fear.
Longshot is going to be alright. But I don't know that I will be. I won't be getting any sleep tonight. Or tomorrow, I fear.
Post by: Dsarker on April 28, 2012, 12:18:45 am
Friesden slowly walked through the corridor to her home, her eyes glazed over, the sword only just above the ground as her grip had slackened. It was still coated in blood. She was nearly home. Still in a daze, she knocked on the door, and tried to push it open. As she pushed the door slides open to reveal her home much as she had left it that morning. Her adoptive father sat by his table a plate of food in front of him, as the door opens he stands to greet his daughter.
“Friesden, you’re home ear...” he stops in mid word upon noticing the blood soaked sword in her grip. He goes to meet her by the door. “What happened? Are you okay?” he asks while looking out the door for signs of any more fighting, yet seeing none.
The sword slips out of Friesden’s grasp, clattering to the floor. “I...I...I...I...I killed somepony, father,” she says, her voice strange. “She...she was a bad pony...And...I killed her...”
Fauchard pauses for a moment, thinking back to the war to the first time he had killed another pony. “I see. Come inside.” He leads her in levitates the sword to a shelf off to the side and closes, and locks, the door behind Friesden. Fauchard takes a seat and begins, “I knew this day would come, but for your sake I’d hoped it wouldn’t be so soon...Do you want to tell me what happened?”
Friesden sits down clumsily. “I...I...I was...I was guarding...Mister Longshot... And... And... He was talking to the diplomat...And... And... And suddenly she tried to attack him, and...And...And...And I drew my sword...And...And...I killed her...”
Fauchard tries to hide his concern about the death of a second diplomat within 2 years and instead says, “You only did your job Friesden. If you hadn’t killed her than Longshot might be dead now, and would that have been better? Taking their first life is hard for every soldier, but...if you still want to follow this path...It will get easier. I can promise you that.”
“I...I’m not...I’m...I’m not sure anymore,” she whispers. “I...I...I got to help somepony...by killing another pony... I... I wish... I don’t know what I wish for anymore.”
“Friesden...”, Fauchard pauses unsure of what exactly to say, “I can’t tell you what to do now. You are a grown mare, and it is your decision, but you have a talent with that blade, and you have the potential to be a great warrior if that is what you want. You also have talent as an artist and a poet, should you wish not to fight. Whatever decision you make, I will support you, know that.”
“I...I don’t know. You...You said it...It gets easier?” asks Friesden, a hint of trepidation in her voice. “Maybe...”
Fauchard looks uncomfortable at this line of questioning. “Yes...yes it does. When...when I killed for the first time, I handled it worse than you are handling it right now...but by the end of the war...Yes. It does get easier.”
“I...I...I’ll...I’ll stay. I’ll...I’ll...I’ll stay with this. I...I just hope...I just hope you’re right.” Friesden stands, shakily, and walks over to her father, and, clumsily, hugs him. “I...I trust you, dad.”
Fauchard hugs his daughter back, “I love you Friesden.”
“I love you too, dad.”
Post by: jaxler on April 28, 2012, 02:22:11 am
Jaxler's journal
26th Granite, 260
((the rest of the page appears to be burnt off))
27th hematite, 260
Some new ponies showed up from out of nowhere. Apparently now we have some new ponies in the militia and guard. I really am glad that we're gonna have more ponies around to help out with the war.
1st Malachite, 260
I spent all damn day in a woodworkers workshop carving out some useless crap. Nothing is more mundane then making a mug out of a log for the umpteenth time. I swear I really need to get stone cold drunk before I go berserk from boredom.
12th Malachite, 260
I woke up under a tree today with a horrible pain in my head and a stone pot to my left and my crossbow under a pile of leaves. I walked around for like five minutes trying to find out where I was, when I realized that I was outside the walls and that a Cyclopes was attacking the fort.
In my experiences with cyclopes, the best thing you can do when you see one is turn around, walk away, hide under a rock, cry, and hope the thing ignores you and continues its rampage somewhere else. But regardless of how much I probably should have done that, I still felt obliged to attack the thing when I saw Kat charge after it in alone. As much as I feel she cheated me out of my job I really didn’t like the idea of watching her get torn limb from limb. So I attacked the thing and started shooting off my bolts and made the cyclopes into a giant pin cushion. The damn thing still wouldn’t die so me and Kat had to start bashing the thing’s head in with our crossbows. Anyway, Partisan eventually showed up and finished the monster off with a single bolt to the thing’s head.
11th Galena, 260
Some zebra’s showed up today. I traded some of my wooden crafts for some really strong booze. The merchant said something about the wooden crafts being masterwork but, meh I still think I’m wasting my time making these crappy works of “art” as some ponies would call.
6th Limestone, 260
Today bubbles made a neat bone whip. I think Granite might be interested in using it, but I doubt I could ever buy it off bubbles. still I think Granite deserves an actual whip not just some random chain I got off some soldier I killed years ago.
4th Sandstone , 260
Well it’s my birthday today… Again. I turn 74 today. I plan on getting stone cold drunk today, and not even showing up at my craft’s pony workshop today.
16th Opal, 260
Today
14th Slate, 261
A rainbow pony “diplomat” showed up today. She tried to kill longshot before getting her head impaled by friesden’s sword. I really think that his means war and I also think that that wasn’t a diplomat, but instead was more of an assassin.
Post by: jaxler on April 28, 2012, 10:11:14 pm
Jaxler was walking toward the keep. He desperately had to talk with Virtue, else he could lose his life. The new pony who showed up by the name of Jury was by far the most traumatizing thing Jaxler had ever seen in years. The idea of a judge who was appointed by the crown being Dawnpick was so unsettling that Jaxler actually actually felt some level of fear creep into his soul. So, once Jaxler finally reached the keep Jaxler extended his hoof and knocked on the door. "HELLO, I NEED TALK WITH VIRTUE!"
Post by: Telgin on April 28, 2012, 10:17:12 pm
Virtue is startled by the sudden shout at her door. For a brief moment she considers pretending she wasn't there or asking Storm Cloud to deflect the pony who'd come with what sounded like a problem she didn't feel the least bit like dealing with. But she wasn't going to do that. "That sounded like Jaxler... go let him in," she says to Storm Cloud.
The pegasus nods and heads over to the door to let Jaxler in. As he enters, Virtue hesitantly asks, "What's the problem?"
Post by: jaxler on April 28, 2012, 10:25:54 pm
As Jaxler walked in he saw Virtue sitting by her desk. The dark pony pulled up a chair and sat down before consulting Virtue. “Can I ask Storm Cloud to leave the room, I need to talk to you about something personal, and I don’t feel comfortable with him listening in.”
Post by: Telgin on April 28, 2012, 10:29:26 pm
"Oh, um... alright." She nods in Storm Cloud's direction, and he steps away, heading up to the barracks in the top of the keep. As he disappears, she looks back to Jaxler. "What's the problem?"
Post by: jaxler on April 28, 2012, 10:33:20 pm
Jaxler waited for Storm Cloud to leave the room before saying nervously “I-I don’t plan on dying” before regaining his normal composure “So, what the hell do I do Jury discovers That I’m wanted?”
Post by: Telgin on April 28, 2012, 10:38:53 pm
Jury... she'd forgotten all about Jaxler being wanted for theft. "I... uh... I... well..." What was she going to do? Hiding this from Jury could be a very bad thing, especially if she found out later. Jaxler wouldn't be the only one in serious trouble if that happened. But what else could she do?
Post by: jaxler on April 28, 2012, 10:48:46 pm
Jaxler was dumbstruck by Virtue's silence "Please for the love of god don't tell me that you lied when you said you wouldn't have me executed." Jaxler's face then hardened "I'm not dying like an animal for something I did years ago."
Post by: Telgin on April 28, 2012, 11:10:48 pm
"No. No, I'm not going to have you executed," she assures him. "I... I just... it's out of my hooves." She gives him a sincere, worried look. "Coupledye doesn't trust me to administer justice anymore. I can't say that I blame them. I'm not going to do anything to you... and if it's in my power I'm going to see to it that nothing happens." She sighs weakly. "But Jury... I don't have any real authority over her."
Post by: jaxler on April 28, 2012, 11:23:49 pm
Jaxler sat there with a blank expression on his face save for his left eye witch he failed to notice had started twitching for about a minute before recomposing himself. "So.. If somepony tells on me, or another wanted poster comes.. I'm dead..." Jaxler sat silently for a moment before continuing "I spend eight without lying or doing a crime, not doing a single thing that I think is amoral, I save 3 pony's lives, I almost die protecting somepony, I do try my best to be a good pony and STILL the gods want to break me."
Post by: Telgin on April 28, 2012, 11:37:41 pm
"I..." Virtue trails off, unsure of what to tell him. There really wasn't anything she could do. Did she dare try to hide the evidence of Jaxler's crimes from Jury? "Jaxler... I believe you've shown that you're not a bad pony. It's why I decided not to do anything about this when I found out about it." She looks aside. "I won't tell Jury anything about this. I... I'm going to destroy any evidence I have that I ever knew about it. She won't find out from me. But... as much as it pains me to tell you this... it's all I can do."
She returns her eyes to his. "I'd do anything I could to help you or anypony else here... and this is all I can do."
Post by: jaxler on April 28, 2012, 11:55:29 pm
Jalxer said solemnly "I don't want to die", got up, and started to walk towards the door.
Post by: Impending Doom on April 29, 2012, 12:07:39 am
This takes place the day of the diplomat's death, later in the afternoon.
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Virtue slowly makes her way up the stairs to the third level of the main living area where their rainbow pony guests were staying. She wasn't at all convinced this was a good idea, but she needed to talk to somepony about what had happened. Somepony who might be able to help her. She pauses in front of the door and raises a hoof. After taking several moments to calm herself and convince herself this was the best thing to do, she nervously taps at the door. "Mr. Gregor?" she asks in a trembling voice. "Are you there?" After a few moments, the door opens to reveal Gregor standing just inside. "Lady Virtue?"
"G-good... you're here," she responds. She takes a few moments to level her voice. "D-do you mind if we speak about something? S-something else has happened... I... I think you may be the only pony I can turn to for advice..."
"Dad, who's at the door?"
"It's the lady Virtue, she wants to talk for a moment. I'll be stepping out for a bit, Mari. Tell your mother if she comes back."
"Alright dad." With that, Gregor steps out the door with Virtue. "Yes, I had heard rumors that something else had happened, but nothing concrete."
She nods slowly and gestures for him to follow. "Yes... there... there has been another... death..." She leads them down the stairs toward her office. "Perhaps we should talk in private..."
"...In that case, yes, we should talk in private." As she leads them inside, she asks for Fuscina to leave the two fo them alone for the moment. "You say you've heard some rumors... what have you heard?"
"Well... that the Rainbows killed somepony, that another diplomat died, that the diplomat blackmailed you into..."
She perks up a bit. "Blackmail...?"
"...mmmoving right along. What actually happened, if I may?"
She decides to drop the comment and complies with the request. "Um... yes... well... the diplomat was killed. She was the only one, thank goodness." She sighs and tries to picture what must have happened. "She... attacked our mayor, and one of the soldiers killed her."
"...I see." He ponders for a moment. "Was there any provocation? Why did she attack him?"
"I... well... I wasn't there, but he said she was overly insistent on seeing me. When he denied her, she struck him. Then she drew a dagger..."
Gregor sighs heavily. "I... was afraid of something like this."
Virtue looks surprised. "You... expected this? I don't understand..."
"Do you want my honest opinion miss Virtue?" She pauses for a moment before nodding cautiously. "Yes... please... if you think it would help."
"I believe that the reason this mare was soo insistent on seeing you and you alone, is because she was sent here to assassinate you."
Her blood runs cold and her eyes widen. She says nothing. "...Miss Virtue?" Gregor looks concerned. He approaches, laying a hoof on Virtue's withers. She blinks a few times and shakes off the mental stun as best she could. "As-ass-assassinate m-me?" Glaive was right. He was *right*. She didn't want to believe it... but he was right... "F-for... b-but I... I d-didn't..."
"You're the dutchess of Dawnpick. That's all that matters to them. If they went after you, it's because they want to send a message: nopony gives the Shadowglazes a bloody nose and gets away with it." Virtue says nothing for a few moments. It made sense, in a morbid sort of way. She rests her head in a hoof.
"Wh-what... what can we do? What can we expect?"
"Once they get word of her failure, they either try again, or come in force. If they attack, I'd expect... moderate paramilitary assets? Not quite on par with an actual army, but still a significant threat." That wasn't much of a consolation... but it was /something/ at least.
"How many? Do you think we stand a chance?"
"Based on what I've seen of your militia? Aye, I think so. A fairly good chance, at that." She breathes an almost imperceptible sigh of relief. "That... that's good I suppose."
She looks him in the eye. "Do you think there will ever be peace between us again?"
This question seems to confuse Gregor a bit. "...With the Shadowglazes? No, I think not. You've damaged their pride, and I don't think they'll soon forget it."
Virtue slumps into her chair. "Then we've made an enemy... one we'll never mend relations with." She hangs her head slightly. And she and her family would never be safe again. Actually... "What about my family? They... they want me dead. What about my children? Are they safe?"
"I... couldn't tell you. Even among our people, foals are off-limits. There are a handful who are just underhanded enough to go after somepony's foals, but I just don't know enough about these Shadowglazes to tell if they'd do it."
"I see..." If something happened to her children... her will to live would be gone in that instant. She had to hope that would never happen. "...th-thank you.. for what you've told me so far. Do you have... any advice? Anything?" she asks, with a guarded hope in her eyes.
Gregor is deep in thought for several moments, obviously debating something. Finally, he speaks. "Miss Virtue... if I offered to lend some of my own security forces to Dawnpick,at least for the short term..."
"Your security forces?" She thinks for a second. "I... Ireally appreciate the help... but I don't know how I feel about endangering your men..."
"It's their job to protect ponies. Thattypically means putting themselves in harm's way."
"Yes, I suppose so." She considers the option. Theyneeded all of the help they could get. "If you're willing, then I think wecould use their help. We'd pay you for their assistance, whatever the price."
"Thank you, ma'am. I will send word to mydaughters as soon as possible."
She nods, imagining that she felt a little safer with helpon the way. "Thank you for offering." She sighs. "I just hope they makeit in time... how long do you think it might take?"
"It took us about... two months formLaceabbey to Dawnpick, but we made many stops for several days at atime. So allowing for a straight march... maybe half that?"
"A month..." She considers the logistics. It was faster than she could have hoped for anyway. And help she didn't expect in the first place "...that should be fast enough I think. Again, thank you for the support."
"That's a month after the letter arrives, so allow a few weeks."
"Oh, yes, of course. Still, I think that will be timeenough. I assume by them sending an assassin..." she says withdifficulty, "...that they might not have a large force nearby. Maybe... but I hope not."
"Is there anything else I can do for you?"
She thinks for a moment before shaking her head. "No... no, I don't think so. You've been a big help... but I think it's up to us for the moment."
"Very well. I hope the rest of your day is farless eventful, miss Virtue." He bows stightly, and leaves.
"So do I..." she whispers under her breath as he leaves.
Post by: Telgin on April 29, 2012, 12:09:44 am
She watches him leave, but words similarly leave her. She felt awful for him, but there was literally nothing she could do. If Jury found out about it, she was powerless to do a thing. "I'm sorry..." she mutters to herself as he leaves. She searches through her files to find the wanted notice she received about Jaxler and lays it out in front of her. She was about to commit a serious crime herself. That was a sobering thought...
Still, she stands and moves over to a nearby lamp. As the papers ignite and burn to ash before her eyes, she can't help but imagine everything in her life could follow suit very soon for what she was doing.
She could stand doing that to herself. But to the rest of her family... no... she didn't want to do that to them. She feels a mixture of sadness and anger in her over it all. There wasn't an answer to this. Not one that kept everypont happy. Why? Why did this have to keep happening? And why couldn't she just do what she was supposed to? Even after the threat she received from Coupledye she couldn't.
She just wanted to kick something. So she does. A cabinet behind her collapses under the assault of her hooves, spilling hundreds of papers onto the floor around her. "Buck..." she mutters to herself as she takes in the mess. She didn't feel like cleaning this up, and after a moment she just drops to the ground, surrounded by the loose pages. She covers her face with her hooves and just sits there. At least Storm Cloud didn't have to see this...
Post by: jaxler on April 29, 2012, 01:56:19 pm
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Jaxler woke up in the middle of the street. He looked around and saw a barrel of booze and his crossbow off on the side of the road, and felt like somepony had walked over him. It took him a while but when Jaxler got up he made his way over to his crossbow and inspected it of damage. When he was finished he sighed and looked around. He saw am unfamiliar pony walking his way.
Post by: ZeroInfinity on April 29, 2012, 02:00:58 pm
Silver Tongue looks over the Pegasus getting up and walks towards him. "You alright? The road isn't the most comfortable of beds," he says concernedly.
Post by: jaxler on April 29, 2012, 02:44:33 pm
"Ug, yeah... " Jaxler then shifted his hoof to hos forehead. Today's headache seemed to be worse then normal. "It's not like it's the first time I've slept in the streets."
Post by: ZeroInfinity on April 29, 2012, 02:49:16 pm
"Well, I hope it'll be the last," Silver said. "Say, I'm new here. What's your name?"
Post by: jaxler on April 29, 2012, 02:52:34 pm
"My names Jaxler Blackflutes, grand-master markspony and half decent woodcrafter." Jaxler offers silver a hoof shake "Might I ask who you are?"
Post by: ZeroInfinity on April 29, 2012, 02:55:21 pm
"Silver Tongue, counselor," he said, then shook his hoof. "Pleasure to meet you."
Post by: jaxler on April 29, 2012, 03:02:19 pm
Jaxler tilted his head in confusion "Counselor?"
Post by: ZeroInfinity on April 29, 2012, 03:06:42 pm
"Somepony who gives people advice, offers counsel. Often new settlements have disputes, so there's a lot of work for counselors on the frontier. That's why I came over." Silver looks around as he says this, but stands relaxed.
Post by: jaxler on April 29, 2012, 03:24:26 pm
"Ooookkkaaayyy then... So... how have you liked your stay in Dawnpick?"
Post by: ZeroInfinity on April 29, 2012, 03:29:33 pm
"I haven't been here long, but from what I've seen it's quite nice," he replied. "I was actually going to see Virtue later and see if I could get an office."
Post by: jaxler on April 29, 2012, 03:32:20 pm
Jaxler shrugged "Well, I hope you get your office..."
Post by: ZeroInfinity on April 29, 2012, 03:43:36 pm
"Thanks. Hey, I should probably go put in a form about the office. We can talk on the way if you like, though," Silver says, leaning towards the town hall. He eyes the barrel for a split second, notes it quickly and then looks back to Jaxler.
Post by: jaxler on April 29, 2012, 03:55:43 pm
"Meh, fine I guess." Jaxler then slung his crossbow over his back.
Post by: ZeroInfinity on April 29, 2012, 04:00:09 pm
"So what can you tell me about the events and history in Dawnpick, Jaxler? I mean, having been around for about a decade now and having survived so successfully, there's got to be some history there."
Post by: jaxler on April 29, 2012, 04:07:40 pm
"well... The fort is just a mining colony for the crown, and we've been sending the steel stuffz to the crown. Only three ponies have ever died in this fort, Them being Babbling Brook, Barely, And wool. Aside from that nothing else has really happened aside from initiating war with the rainbow ponies..."
Post by: ZeroInfinity on April 29, 2012, 04:14:09 pm
"Interesting. I've heard bits and pieces about the war here and there, but only scraps. What's the story with that?" Silver asks, walking slowly to the town hall.
Post by: jaxler on April 29, 2012, 04:34:13 pm
"apparently a diplomat had just keeled over and died for no reason, and the caravan that was here at the time got all pissed off, and tried to kill Virtue. In the end me, Sarissa and Kat had to kill off the the rampaging Caravan. So, I guess the rainbows now want all our heads on the end of pikes for killing they're caravan."
Post by: ZeroInfinity on April 29, 2012, 04:37:09 pm
"...For no reason? You guys are looking into that, right?"
Post by: jaxler on April 29, 2012, 04:39:34 pm
"Yeah... well from what I was told the diplomat died from natural causes, but aside from that I don't really know what happened"
Post by: ZeroInfinity on April 29, 2012, 04:43:42 pm
"Aah. It seems nowadays everybody's at each other's throats, but that might just be me noticing it more." As he speaks, Silver begins filling out a formal request for an office to practice from, preferably away from the housing, if possible.
Post by: jaxler on April 29, 2012, 04:53:57 pm
"We've always been killing each other, It just as time goes on we get more opportunities to begin new hates"
Post by: ZeroInfinity on April 29, 2012, 05:13:26 pm
"But, as you must also realize, time heals all wounds, including grievances."
Post by: jaxler on April 29, 2012, 05:22:46 pm
"Yes, but when ponies hate, they have a tendency to make new grievances"
Post by: ZeroInfinity on April 29, 2012, 05:47:50 pm
"I suppose." Silver grabs the request with his magic, then looks around for some place to file it before putting it in there. "Again, as I said, it might just be that as I get older I see more and more reasons to think that."
Post by: jaxler on April 29, 2012, 06:07:03 pm
"It's not about how long you live, its about how much of that time is spent observing the world around you. I'm only 74 and I've seen more crazy crap then most other ponies would see in a couple life times."
Post by: ZeroInfinity on April 29, 2012, 06:22:10 pm
"However, the longer you live the more time you have to see things. A six-year-old has only had six years to see life, but a hundred-year-old has had one hundred."
Post by: jaxler on April 29, 2012, 06:39:42 pm
"Yeah, I guess so, but in six years somepony can see more things then another will see in a thousand, and I for one prey that nopony sees as much as I have."
Post by: ZeroInfinity on April 29, 2012, 06:48:53 pm
"Yes, and as with most calculations, individual conditions can and will affect the result. Age is not a pure determinator for what we've seen, but it is present as a factor."
Post by: jaxler on April 29, 2012, 07:08:51 pm
"Yeah, I guess so."
Post by: ZeroInfinity on April 29, 2012, 07:14:59 pm
"So, then..." says Silver, seeing they're done with that line of conversation. "Your family name's Blackflutes? Did you come from a family of musicians or something?"
Post by: jaxler on April 29, 2012, 07:16:09 pm
"All my family is currently dead and I'd prefer to not talk about something as personal as my past. I hope you understand."
Post by: ZeroInfinity on April 29, 2012, 07:19:29 pm
"Sorry, didn't know it was a sore subject."
Post by: jaxler on April 29, 2012, 07:22:53 pm
"It's fine, Most my family died when I was to young to understand what was happening."
Post by: ZeroInfinity on April 29, 2012, 07:25:07 pm
"It has been a pleasure, Jaxler, but I should probably be going. Best of luck," he says as he begins walking back towards his house.
Post by: Khenal on April 29, 2012, 07:51:49 pm
Shortly before sunrise, I arrive at Granite's new apartment. He had moved out as soon as he was an adult, probably because of all his siblings and a desire for some shred of privacy. He had been doing well in his mechanical studies, and I felt confident enough to bring him with me to help set up the new large monster trap in the caverns. With tools and parts in my saddlebags, I knock on his door.
"Granite! Granite, are you awake? It's me, Flux!"
Post by: L1wW on April 29, 2012, 07:55:02 pm
Granite was having the best dream ever, when suddenly he awoke to a very loud knocking on his room's front door. He lazily got out of bed and opened the door. Granite recognizing Flux casually stretched a little and said, "Hey mentor! What's up? And is there any particular reason for those tools you got?"
Post by: Khenal on April 29, 2012, 07:58:58 pm
"Heya Apprentice! Yep, we're heading down to the caverns to set up part of the monster trap. It's fairly complex, so having an extra pair of hooves is important. So get ready, we have work to do!"
Post by: L1wW on April 29, 2012, 08:01:25 pm
"Great." Granite says. "Should I write something like a will or final thoughts just in case I don't come back?"
Post by: Khenal on April 29, 2012, 08:04:54 pm
I chuckle as I lay a hoof on his withers.
"Heh, it's not that bad, Granite! Besides, the caverns are nice if you can avoid the horrible monsters that have been forgotten even from legends. Now come on!"
Post by: L1wW on April 29, 2012, 08:07:53 pm
"Alright, if you say so Flux..." Granite says and starts following Flux to the caverns. "So these traps are going to do some damage to the forgotten beasts right?" He asks on the way.
Post by: Khenal on April 29, 2012, 08:41:41 pm
"Well, we're going to set up a raising wall to trap the monster so the balista can handle it. If we have time, I'd like to set up some spear traps, too. Those things have been rather nasty, I want to make sure we can handle any that we manage to catch. The wall is pretty heavy, so the mechanisms need to be really strong and installed properly."
Post by: L1wW on April 29, 2012, 09:02:45 pm
"Great, just tell me what to do Flux." Granite says. Man, I was having the best dream ever and now I get pulled out of bed to go build something in the caverns... Granite thought. The two keep walking until they reach the caverns. For about three hours the two work and manage to set up the wall and get it to properly raise and lower with the pull of a lever. They move on to the upright spear traps and after a few more hours of working on the traps they manage to set it up without injury and to their astonishment everything works out perfectly. With Flux giving Granite permission to go home, Granite gratefully accepts the offer and prepares to go home, that is until a certain pegasus runs up to him.
Post by: jaxler on April 29, 2012, 10:01:10 pm
Jaxler was walking toward the meeting hall planing on getting drunk when he noticed a familiar pony of in the distance walking out of the mine's. Jaxler hadn't talked with Granite in a while and decided he might as well strike a conversation. "Hay Granite!"
Post by: L1wW on April 29, 2012, 10:02:18 pm
"Hey Jaxler, I just finished a job with Flux. We set up some traps in the caverns, what's new with you?" Granite asked.
Post by: jaxler on April 29, 2012, 10:07:48 pm
"Nothing much, just wood crafting... all day... everyday... until the fabric of my mind decays... into mush... How are things on your end?"
Post by: L1wW on April 29, 2012, 10:09:25 pm
"Pretty good, pretty good." Granite says, looking slightly tired.
Post by: jaxler on April 29, 2012, 10:13:45 pm
"You know what, I'd kinda like a rematch after you beat the crap out of me. You got enough time of a sparring session with Master Jaxler?"
Post by: L1wW on April 29, 2012, 10:15:05 pm
"Yeah I guess..." Granite says. "Let me just go get my chain and we'll be off!"
Post by: jaxler on April 29, 2012, 10:18:34 pm
"sure." said Jaxler as he prepared to wait for Granite,
Post by: L1wW on April 29, 2012, 10:19:53 pm
After a brief moment Granite came back with his chain. "Alright where are we gonna do this?" He asks.
Post by: jaxler on April 29, 2012, 10:21:44 pm
Jaxler smiled and said "Yeah..." Before picking up his crossbow and waiting for Granite to attack.
Post by: L1wW on April 29, 2012, 10:24:39 pm
Granite starts spinning the chain. "I ain't going to charge you Jaxler!" Granite says. "Instead, how about you come to me?"
Post by: jaxler on April 29, 2012, 10:26:05 pm
Jaxler holds his ground and decided to try to provoke an attack. "Why don't you attack me like a stallion and stop acting like a little colt. I'm sure Friesden would hate to see you acting like such a coward!"
Post by: L1wW on April 29, 2012, 10:29:57 pm
Granite rolls his eyes. "That was the lamest line I have ever heard in my entire life." Granite spins the chain slightly faster.
Post by: jaxler on April 29, 2012, 10:30:54 pm
Jaxler laughs and throws a rock at granite
Post by: L1wW on April 29, 2012, 10:32:37 pm
Granite takes a step to the right as the rock flies past him. "You know for a markspony, you have terrible aim!"
Post by: jaxler on April 29, 2012, 10:36:34 pm
Jaxler throws more rocks at Granite.
Post by: L1wW on April 29, 2012, 10:41:35 pm
Granite catches a rock to the forehead. "Ow damnit!" Granite yells. "Screw this!" Granite runs up two meters away from Jaxler and swings his whip at him, hoping the chain can reach that far.
Post by: jaxler on April 29, 2012, 10:45:46 pm
The Chain barely misses Jaxler's head and when the pegasus notices he grabs the chain between his two hoofs and starts to pull, hoping to take it out of Granite's grip.
Post by: L1wW on April 29, 2012, 10:47:10 pm
When Granite feels Jaxler tugging on the chain he jumps off the ground. Getting pulled straight to Jaxler, Granite puts his hooves up in a kick to Jaxler's chest.
Post by: jaxler on April 29, 2012, 10:49:47 pm
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The kick knocks the wind out of Jaxler, but the pony still manages to throw his two front hoofs down toward Granite's head.
Post by: L1wW on April 29, 2012, 10:52:22 pm
Granite see's Jaxler's front hooves come down on him. Instead of dodging the attack, Granite charges underneath Jaxler, wrapping the chain around his mid section and slamming into his hind legs.
Post by: jaxler on April 29, 2012, 10:58:58 pm
Jaxler feels a horrible pain in his leg and midsection. In a panic Jaxler flies off the ground. After a few moments of sustained flight Jaxler flues as fast as he can toward Granite in an attempt to tackle him.
Post by: L1wW on April 29, 2012, 11:01:44 pm
Granite gets back up just it time to see Jaxler come flying at him. Granite waits for Jaxler to come within a meter and a half of him and then quickly rolls to the side.
Post by: jaxler on April 29, 2012, 11:06:52 pm
Jaxler lands and charges the little pony again, in hopes of tackling him.
Post by: L1wW on April 29, 2012, 11:11:21 pm
Granite takes a step back and swings the chain at Jaxler.
Post by: Telgin on April 30, 2012, 12:02:38 am
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After another day of training, Sarissa turns in for the night. Wrapping herself in the hoof-stitched blankets on her bed, she rolls over and blows out the flame in the lamp on her nightstand. Despite being exhausted, her mind is still active. She was becoming increasingly worried about Lady Virtue's well-being. Was there anything that the unicorn could do to help lift her spirits? After contemplating for half an hour, the militia pony decides that a gift might be appropriate. A week ago, she had completed work on a sweater with the official Dawnpick emblem on it. Sarissa had originally planned on selling it for profit, but she could probably part with the item for a good cause. So it was decided; she would approach the duchess tomorrow morning in hopes of improving her mood.
The next morning, Virtue is sitting next to the well, trying to help wake herself up with a bit of splash of cool water in her face. She hadn't slept well at all in the week after Longshot had been hurt by the assassin, but no matter how tired she was, she never slept well. It was very early still, and she hadn't seen many ponies up yet. That was good, that was just what she wanted. This way nopony would have to see her like this. Broken. Unfit to lead an insect, much less over a hundred ponies in what was soon going to be a bloody war. She sighs and rubs her eyes, trying to clear the fogginess in her head. She thought things were going to get better. But they weren't.
She just had to hope that destroying the evidence of Jaxler's guilt, and her knowledge of it, didn't put the final nail in the proverbial coffin. What was she doing to herself and her family?
As usual, Sarissa donned her set of armor and headed out on the short walk to Virtue's office. Hopefully this encounter would go well, especially since she had no bad news for her leader. On her way there, she took notice of a familiar gray mare near the town well. Huh, that's not where she expected to find her. Might as well approach her. Clearing her throat, the unicorn addressed her, “My Lady?”
Virtue blinks to try and clear her mind and shakes her head. Sarissa sounded so far away, and so close at the same time. She weakly looks over to her and realizes the mare was right there addressing her. "Oh... Sarissa... what's the matter?"
The soldier tries to smile despite the pitiful appearance of her leader. She keeps her voice calm, "You can relax, I have nothing to complain of this morning." Sarissa had thought of how she might approach this conversation beforehand, "How have you been doing? Is it appropriate for me to be concerned about you, ma'am?"
"Concerned?" Truthfully, yes. She was more than just a bit concerned about herself... but she was the duchess... her problems were her own. She looks into the water of the well and slowly shakes her head. "No, I'm fine... I'm... fine..."
"Forgive me for being forward ma'am, but I doubt that's entirely true," Sarissa responds matter-of-factly, "I can see it on your face. Hear it in your voice. I know that there have been many misfortunes for us all as of late. Given your position, I realize that you must be wearing these heavy burdens upon your back."
Virtue silently stares into the well for some time, and sees the intense weariness on her face. She nods slowly. "Is it that obvious?"
"I'm afraid so. For a while now, actually," Sarissa lowers her head slightly, "I wanted to say something sooner, but I wasn't sure how to go about it. Just let me say that I have faith in you as a leader, ma'am, and that my services are always available to you. If anypony causes trouble for you, just let me know and I'll stop them in their tracks."
Virtue gives her the largest smile she could, which wasn't much. "Thank you..." She lets out a deep breath. "...but I'm afraid that many of the problems I've faced lately are a bit deeper than somepony just causing trouble..."
Sarissa sighs, "I figured so." She scratches behind her head, even though the effort is pointless due to the helmet on her head, "My Lady, if any of this is my fault...the slaughter of the Rainbows...the attack on Gregor...I'll do my best to make it right. Just say the word and I'll do whatever I need to."
Virtue thinks back to having the crossbow shoved in her face and feels a small chill run through her. "I... I don't blame you for any of that..." she says honestly. "I may well be dead now if you hadn't been there." She turns an apologetic expression to her. "I... I don't think I ever thanked you for standing up for me..."
Feeling a bit reassured that Lady Virtue had not gained a negative opinion of her because of those previous actions, Sarissa felt a bit of happiness well up in her heart, "There's no need to thank me, My Lady, even though I do appreciate your gesture." Perhaps now was the best time to give her what she had planned. With a slight glow of magic light, the copper mare pulled a green sweater out from under the plates of her armor. On its sides were the typical red-and-white sunrise and pick insignias that symbolized their community. "I know that it can't even begin to make everything 'okay', but I thought it might help lift your spirits if I gave this to you."
Virtue's eyes light up as she takes the sweater. The symbol... everything about it was perfect. "It... it's beautiful..." she says, holding it out with a forehoof to get a clear look at it.
A smile began to creep up onto Sarissa's face. It wasn't her typical 'I'm gonna kill you' smile either. "Well, I never thought it was all that great," she stated modestly, "Just a simple sweater knitted in dedication to our home. I-I'm quite glad that you like it, ma'am."
Virtue takes the sweater and puts it on immediately, and it fits her perfectly. A true smile forms on her face and hints of tears form in her eyes. She steps forward and draws Sarissa into a hug. "Thank you... you... you don't know how much this means to me."
The armored pony's eyes widen at the completely unexpected gesture. She definitely hadn't predicted that the gesture would provoke such a positive response. "You-you're welcome, ma'am," Sarissa responds in a startled voice. Best not to ruin the mood. She reluctantly returns the hug and pats Virtue lightly on the back.
Virtue finishes the squeeze and backs away, trying to maintain a smile on her face. Sarissa really didn't know how much it meant to her. Just knowing somepony cared... She sniffles and wipes her eyes. "Thank you, again..." She felt like letting the dam break and spill everything that had piled up to make her feel miserable the past year or more, but she had probably already stepped over the line a bit by hugging Sarissa like that.
Sarissa kept her composure and tries to hide any uncomfortable feelings that the hug may have stirred up in her, "It's no problem, My Lady. So long as it helps put a small spark of light in a time of darkness, I feel that it was worth my efforts."
“It was,” she replies. “I do feel better knowing you care.”
The brown pony nods, "Of course. You are our cherished leader." She turns to see that other ponies are beginning to pop out of the woodworks and become active in the early morning light, "My apologies, but I should probably be going. I do have other duties to fulfill. I wish you a good day, My Lady."
"Of course," Virtue says, waving her off. She had duties to get to of her own, of course. Now that her mind was a bit more at ease though, she felt like taking a nap and maybe getting some real sleep for the first time in a week. Now that she had time to think about it, she felt a little silly for reacting so strongly to the sweater, but she really had had a hard... well, last few years. She starts back to the keep, hoping to catch Harvest Moon before he headed off to work. Maybe she could get him to watch over Serenity while she took a short nap.
Post by: Dsarker on April 30, 2012, 12:53:53 am
Being in a position of some importance in Dawnpick, and being one of Virtue's closest friends, it hadn't taken any effort for Longshot to make his way past Fuscina at the door to her office. He'd spent a few minutes just catching up with the duchess, and doing what he could to let her know that she wasn't alone in Dawnpick. Even before he'd been attacked, it was blatantly obvious that everything that was going on was weighing heavily on her. Maybe too heavily.
But she seemed to be in a reasonably good mood at the moment, so he finally gets to the matter that had been on his mind ever since the day he'd nearly been killed by the mad mare from the rainbows. Friesden had saved his life, and he thought she deserved some sort of reward for that.
“I agree,” Virtue replies to the suggestion. “She put herself at significant risk to rescue you... when she said she wanted to join the militia I wasn't sure it was a good idea, but I think she's proven herself.” She thinks for a bit, not really coming up with much in the way of an appropriate reward. Perhaps a special piece of armor like she's gifted to Falcata? Come to think of it, Bardiche deserved something too for being wounded in battle... “Do you have any ideas?”
Longshot nods. “I do...” He makes a motion to Fuscina, who was diligently guarding the entrance to the office. “I'd like your opinion, of course... but I was thinking... maybe she could... become a guardspony?” He makes a nervous gesture with a forehoof. “For the mayor? Just in case. You know.”
“A guardspony...” Virtue looks down into her desk and thinks about it. Perhaps it wasn't a bad idea. There were some complications though... “That might be a good idea.” She recalls her conversation with Gregor, and shudders at the possibility of somepony else making an attempt on Longshot's life. Or anypony else who might be in his position.
“I thought so, too,” he adds. “She'd get a small pay raise, wouldn't have to respond to normal militia duties, and she gets a fancy title for it. And it should be a pretty cushy job.” He pauses at the realization that he'd just insulted Fuscina's position, but she was too stoic to even cut her eyes to him.
Virtue nods. “Yes, that sounds like it might be a good idea if she's up for it. Why don't you go fetch her? We can discuss it, maybe she'd like that.”
He stands and moves toward the door. “Alright then, I'll be right back.”
~~~~~~~~~
Friesden nervously follows Mayor Longshot. She thought she might get in trouble...Maybe the bad pony wasn’t as bad a pony as she thought? Maybe they were just playing around...Well... She’d just have to own up to what she’d done. Maybe she’d be able to see her father again...Maybe. If miss Virtue didn’t lock her up forever.
Longshot leads her inside Virtue’s office and directs her to a chair next to him, across from Virtue. She gives each a small nod and gives Friesden a small smile. “Hello, Friesden. Did Longshot tell you why I wanted to see you?”
“Um...No. Um. It’s about that...that pony I...I...I killed, though, isn’t it?”
“It’s related to that, yes,” she replies. “First, I think I speak for all of us when I say that it’s a lucky thing you were there, Longshot owes you his life.”
Longshot nods and gives Friesden a grin. “I do, I don’t think I’d have made it out of that alive if you hadn’t come to help me.”
Friesden starts to relax a bit. She had gotten it right, then. “Um...Thank you,” she says, a slight hint of embarrassment in her voice.
“I really mean that,” Virtue adds. “But, to get to why we wanted to talk to you, Longshot was so impressed, he asked if you could be his personal guard. Or whoever is mayor at the time. I think it’s a good idea.” She leans forward on her desk a bit. “Are you interested?”
“M-m-m-me?” Friesden’s voice squeaks. “A personal guard? R-r-r-r-really?”
“Of course,” Longshot says to her, laying a hoof on her withers. “You’re brave and clearly pretty skilled with that sword of yours. I’d be proud to have you watching out for me.”
“Yes! Of course! I’d love to!” says Friesden, a huge smile on her face, almost bouncing up and down in happiness.
Longshot grins at Virtue, who gives an approving nod. “Alright then, it’s settled! I’ll make sure to get the paperwork all filled out. We may have to find somepony to help you out. Just one pony isn’t really enough, but I’ll figure something out.”
“Thank you mister Longshot!” says Friesden. “Um...Mister Longshot, miss Virtue, can I go and tell dad?”
“Certainly! I’m sure he’ll be happy to hear about it.” Virtue fetches the requisite paperwork, and Longshot stands to lead Friesden out.
Post by: jaxler on April 30, 2012, 02:55:40 pm
Jaxler takes the strike but continues to try to tackle Granite
Post by: L1wW on April 30, 2012, 07:05:51 pm
Granite leans into Jaxler's tackle and slams into him as Jaxler charges Granite.
Post by: jaxler on April 30, 2012, 07:12:09 pm
After Granite slams into Jaxler, the pony is momentarily stunned. After a recomposing himself the pegasus tries to get his forehoofs around the around the pony so that he can force him to the ground.
Post by: L1wW on April 30, 2012, 07:16:14 pm
Granite headbutts Jaxler and then tries to slam him into the ground.
Post by: jaxler on April 30, 2012, 07:19:54 pm
Jaxler takes the headbutt. Jaxler intensely pissed that he was losing, and to the same pony that used to idolize him. Jaxler wasn't about to be this demoralized. So when Jaxler hit the ground he channeled all his rage into his right hoof and threw a single punch toward Granite with the full speed and might of a pissed off drunkard.
Post by: L1wW on April 30, 2012, 07:22:24 pm
The punch narrowly glances past his left ear as Granite proceeds to pummel Jaxler by hooves with ever last inch of his anger, love, and sorrow.
Post by: jaxler on April 30, 2012, 07:24:06 pm
Jaxler takes the pummeling without showing a single shred of pain, and manages to try to kick Granite in the lower body with his rear hoofs.
Post by: L1wW on April 30, 2012, 07:24:57 pm
Granite takes the kick to the lower body and stumbles back a few meters off Jaxler.
Post by: jaxler on April 30, 2012, 07:26:47 pm
"Ug... Don't mess up my face, it's one of the few things i got going for me..." Yelled Jaxler as he flew toward the staggering pony and cocking his hoof back for a strike.
Post by: L1wW on April 30, 2012, 07:27:40 pm
"That's a shame!" Granite yells back as he swings his chain into Jaxler.
Post by: jaxler on April 30, 2012, 07:29:27 pm
Jaxler takes the hit but continues to fly toward Granite.
Post by: L1wW on April 30, 2012, 07:31:49 pm
Granite sends the chain out once more at Jaxler. But as the chain flies directly at Jaxler, Granite hears a quiet rustle in a nearby bush.
Post by: jaxler on April 30, 2012, 07:43:53 pm
Jaxler was now within striking distance of Granite and Jaxler flew straight into Granite, landing his hoof right in the earth pony's face.
Post by: L1wW on April 30, 2012, 07:46:04 pm
Granite caught the punch to the face and flew back about the meters, he hit the ground and stopped moving. The rustling in the bush grew louder.
Post by: jaxler on April 30, 2012, 07:57:44 pm
Jaxler walked up to his injured friend "You okay?" but before Granite could respond the annoying rustling in the bushes was getting really really loud. Jaxler frowned and looked at the bush and loaded a bolt into his crossbow. "What the hell is in tha- OH BUCK!" Before Jaxler had enough time to react he felt a horrible sting in his chest. In a blind panic the Injured pony discharged his crossbow in the general direction of the bush, and was greeted with a loud guttural shriek. Jaxler managed to stumble a few feet trying to catch his breath when he finally realized how horrible situation he was in. He had a large iron dagger sticking out of his chest, a deflated lung, and a angry badger pony thief that had a bolt sticking out of it's leg. And to make things worse the little pony was having an insanely hard time trying not to collapse.
Post by: L1wW on April 30, 2012, 08:14:28 pm
Granite looks in horror as the dagger hits Jaxler. Granite quickly shakes off any fear or pain he had and get's ready to take on the thief. Without hesitation Granite lashes the thief with his golden chain in the upper body, tearing apart the thief's skin and imbedding itself three inches deep into the thief's back. Granite then punches the thief square in the face and breaks his jaw. While the thief was stunned Granite took the chain and wrapped it around the thief's neck. "This is for Friesden, asshole!" Granite shouts. He then starts pulling on the chain, the thief starts having trouble breathing. Granite keeps pulling until the last breath escapes the thief's lungs. The thief has suffocated. Granite releases the chain wrapped around his front hooves and hurries over to Jaxler. "Jaxler, how much time to you got?" Granite asks, trying to raise Jaxler onto his back. "Try to stop the bleeding Jaxler..." Granite begins walking with Jaxler on his back.
Post by: jaxler on April 30, 2012, 08:19:28 pm
Jaxler had a sliced lung and was having a hard time staying lucid as he was rushed to the hospital on Granite's back and started to feel some blood come out as he coughed. "I... *cough* don't know.."
Post by: L1wW on April 30, 2012, 08:22:00 pm
"Jaxler stay with me!" Granite said. He bucks open the hospital doors. "PANACEA!!! JAXLER NEEDS MEDICAL ATTENTION NOW!!!" Granite shouted at the top of his lungs.
Post by: Telgin on April 30, 2012, 08:31:35 pm
Panacea nearly trips over herself as she races down the stairs. She takes one look at Jaxler, who is leaking blood like a colander, and urgently gestures for Granite to place him on the nearest table. "What happened?" she demands as she quickly snatches up some supplies.
Post by: L1wW on April 30, 2012, 08:37:13 pm
Granite places Jaxler on the nearby table and replies, "We were sparring out in the middle of nowhere when a badger pony showed up and shanked him with a dagger, which should still be stuck inside him!" Granite then looks over to Jaxler. "It's gonna be alright Jaxler, you're in safe hooves!"
Post by: Telgin on April 30, 2012, 08:44:09 pm
If there was ever a time Panacea wished Wool was here, it was now. Removing the dagger was going to be tricky... and he'd already lost a lot of blood from the way things looked. She gently but forcefully nudges her way past Granite next to Jaxler and inspects the wound. She had to staunch the bleeding now, and there was no time for conventional pain killers or anaesthesia. Without Wool, she had only one option...
She quickly applies what pressure and clamps she can to the severed arteries in his chest. With the bleeding slowed considerably, she could figure out how to remove the dagger without killing him. If he could sit still while she worked... how anypony could was beyond her.
Post by: jaxler on April 30, 2012, 08:50:44 pm
Jaxler was feeling more pain right now then he had in years. The feeling of somepony messing around and cutting him up was horrible, and the feeling of breathlessness was making the pony want to panic, but the pegasus held still knowing that if he moved to much, he could die.
Post by: Telgin on April 30, 2012, 08:56:11 pm
Panacea backs away from the emergency surgery, satisfied that Jaxler was stable. "I'm sorry... I know it hurts, but I had to work quickly. Let me find something to help with the pain." As she steps away and begins rummaging through a coffer, she adds, "You're going to be alright now... I just need to remove the dagger... which I'll do after we've got the pain under control."
Post by: L1wW on April 30, 2012, 09:02:15 pm
"Panacea should I stay for this or should I leave?" Granite asks, looking slightly uneasy.
Post by: Telgin on April 30, 2012, 09:06:43 pm
Panacea returns with a small vial of cloudy liquid and instructs Jaxler to drink as much as he could. "He's going to be fine now, if you're worried about that. Things could get a bit... messy... otherwise."
Post by: jaxler on April 30, 2012, 09:11:40 pm
Jaxler gets a concerned look on his face when he hears the word "messy" but compiles and Drinks the cloudy liquid.
Post by: L1wW on April 30, 2012, 09:13:50 pm
"Alright, I'm gonna go!" Granite says. "Get well soon Jaxler!" Granite yells as he rushes out of the hospital. Outside of the building, he quickly vomits into a bush after witnessing everything and starts to walk to the thief's corpse to retrieve his chain...
Post by: Telgin on April 30, 2012, 09:21:47 pm
Panacea waits a few minutes for the anaesthesia to take effect before setting back to work. She gingerly extracts the dagger with what meager surgical knowledge she'd gleaned the hard way over the last decade, and cautiously closes up and dresses the wound as best she could. Jaxler was going to be in pain and be weak for a while, but he would live, and in time recover completely.
Post by: L1wW on April 30, 2012, 09:28:36 pm
Granite made it to the body and had minor difficulty removing the imbedded chain from the thief's back and slowly unwrapping the chain off of the thieves neck. He then dumped the body back in the bush the thief jumped out of. "I dispose of it tomorrow." Granite said to himself. There was one thing he needed to do. Granite walked over to Friesden's house, the sun just setting. He knocks on the door. "Friesden, it's Granite. Can we talk?"
Post by: Dsarker on April 30, 2012, 09:48:14 pm
Friesden comes to the door, opening it. "Oh, hello Granite. What did you want to talk about?"
Post by: L1wW on April 30, 2012, 09:52:19 pm
"Alright I have had the longest day of my life. I had this awesome dream last night, but then Flux woke me and dragged me into the caverns to go work on some traps for about four hours, about five minutes afterwards Jaxler shows up and we spar for a bit. When suddenly this badger pony thief shows up and stabs Jaxler in the lung and I killed him. I killed a thief today. I then had to carry Jaxler half way across town to the hospital for him to receive proper medical treatment. And then I left the hospital and puked in a bush. I need a vacation!" Granite rants.
Post by: Dsarker on April 30, 2012, 09:57:39 pm
Friesden listens to Granite ranting, and finally speaks when he finishes. "Well...Maybe we could go on a date, then?"
Post by: L1wW on April 30, 2012, 10:00:17 pm
"Sure!" Granite says, slightly surprised. He takes a moment to look at all the grime and blood he was covered in. "Um, Friesden? Do you care that I'm covered in all this crap? Mainly all the blood on me?" Granite asks.
Post by: Dsarker on April 30, 2012, 10:08:36 pm
"I...I...Maybe...I...Maybe we should get you cleaned up?" Friesden says, trying...trying not to remember when she'd...When she'd been covered in it...so recently.
Post by: L1wW on April 30, 2012, 10:15:06 pm
"Friesden something wrong? It's the blood isn't it? Did something happen? Did something hurt you?" Granite asked with a worried tone.
Post by: Dsarker on April 30, 2012, 10:17:20 pm
"I...I killed somepony yesterday, Granite!"
Post by: L1wW on April 30, 2012, 10:19:13 pm
Granite moves in to hug her. "Friesden it's okay... what did the guy do?" Granite asks.
Post by: Dsarker on April 30, 2012, 10:20:14 pm
"S-s-s-s-s-s-s-s-she...She was trying to hurt Longshot!" Friesden cries out, the tears starting to well up again.
Post by: L1wW on April 30, 2012, 10:27:35 pm
"Friesden please don't cry... look, if you didn't step in Longshot would be dead. You killed somepony to protect another, don't feel bad because of it, be thankful Longshot's safe, that Dawnpick's safe, but most importantly that you're safe. These are dark times Friesden... violence...death... and misery will occur around us, and believe me, I would change that in a heartbeat, but I can't, no one can. I killed the badger pony, my only reasoning behind it was that he hurt Jaxler, so please don't feel bad Friesden..." Granite said, trying his best to comfort Friesden.
Post by: Dsarker on April 30, 2012, 10:29:26 pm
Friesden hugs Granite tight, sniffling. "T-t-t-t-thank you, Granite...Um...Um...Maybe...Maybe we should get you cleaned up now, then...Then go out on a date?"
Post by: L1wW on April 30, 2012, 10:31:21 pm
"Sure Friesden." Granite says. "I could use the well to wash all of this off right?"
Post by: Dsarker on April 30, 2012, 10:31:56 pm
Friesden sniffles. "I...I think so," she says.
Post by: L1wW on April 30, 2012, 10:36:43 pm
"Alrighty then... I really hope this stuff hasn't dried in my coat..." Granite said. He then spent about ten minutes at the well trying to wash Jaxler's blood off his back. He gave up on conventional methods and instead jumped into the well. The blood and mud washed off relatively quickly. Within a few moments of jumping in, Granite climes out of the well and moves up to Friesden. "So ready to go?" Granite casually asked, mane soaking wet and covering half of his face.
Post by: Dsarker on April 30, 2012, 10:42:01 pm
Friesden nods. "That sounds good! Let's go!"
Post by: L1wW on April 30, 2012, 10:44:04 pm
"Alright! So where should we go? Are you hungry?" Granite asks.
Post by: Dsarker on April 30, 2012, 10:50:50 pm
"That sounds good. Shall we?" Friesden says, with the start of a smile.
Post by: L1wW on April 30, 2012, 10:53:18 pm
"Let's." Granite says. The two walk over to the dinning hall. "Hey Friesden were you smiling?" Granite asks.
Post by: Dsarker on April 30, 2012, 10:55:06 pm
"Um...Maybe?" Friesden says, the smile growing.
Post by: L1wW on April 30, 2012, 10:56:15 pm
Granite chuckles. "Glad to see you're enjoying this!"
Post by: Dsarker on April 30, 2012, 10:56:58 pm
"Are you enjoying it?" Friesden asks.
Post by: L1wW on April 30, 2012, 11:01:10 pm
"Yeah I'm enjoying it! I get to spend time with you! And it's definitely something new..." Granite said with a little smile.
Post by: Dsarker on April 30, 2012, 11:22:23 pm
"That's good to hear."
Post by: L1wW on April 30, 2012, 11:24:44 pm
"Yes indeed." Granite said. He looked into the slightly crowded dining hall and found a few available spots. "So Friesden, where should we sit?"
Post by: Dsarker on April 30, 2012, 11:26:39 pm
"That spot looks nice," says Friesden, pointing to one spot.
Post by: L1wW on April 30, 2012, 11:28:16 pm
"Alright." Granite says. The two make their way to the spot. "So what's new with you?" Granite asks.
Post by: Dsarker on April 30, 2012, 11:31:44 pm
"Oh, not too much. I've kept training with dad. Have you met him?"
Post by: L1wW on April 30, 2012, 11:32:37 pm
"No I have not, his name's Fauchard right?"
Post by: Dsarker on April 30, 2012, 11:39:36 pm
"Yup," Friesden nods happily. "He's the nicest pony I know. I'm sure he'd like you."
Post by: L1wW on April 30, 2012, 11:41:14 pm
"Huh, I'll have to meet him some time." Granite said.
Post by: Dsarker on April 30, 2012, 11:54:16 pm
"Yup," says Friesden, still happy and smiling.
Post by: L1wW on April 30, 2012, 11:56:02 pm
"Still, I've never seen you this happy." Granite says. A look of curiosity shines in his eyes.
Post by: Dsarker on May 01, 2012, 12:15:55 am
"I've been this happy before," Friesden protests. "Like...When I was pretending to be a bunny!"
Post by: Omicega on May 01, 2012, 01:22:33 am
Post by: L1wW on May 01, 2012, 08:39:01 am
"Oh yeah I remember that! Man those were fun times." Granite said. "Hey Friesden? Meow meow!"
Post by: Dsarker on May 01, 2012, 09:24:43 pm
Friesden giggles at Granite, and says "Meow meow meow!" back to him.
Post by: L1wW on May 01, 2012, 09:28:34 pm
"I would tell you what that means in bunny-speak, but I already forgot..." Granite says while smiling. "Did you ever get your pet bunny?"
Post by: Dsarker on May 01, 2012, 09:35:51 pm
"No, I haven't got one yet. But I'm sure I'll get one soon," Friesden answers.
Post by: L1wW on May 01, 2012, 09:37:54 pm
"I think my dad had a rabbit awhile back, I should visit him again..." Granite says to himself. "Sooo..."
Post by: Dsarker on May 01, 2012, 09:44:15 pm
"So?"
Post by: L1wW on May 01, 2012, 09:49:03 pm
"Nothing..." Granite says, when suddenly he hears music. "Hey Friesden want to dance?" He asks.
Post by: Dsarker on May 01, 2012, 09:49:47 pm
Friesden squees a little. "Sure! I'd love to dance, Granite!"
Post by: L1wW on May 01, 2012, 09:50:53 pm
"Awesome, let's go!" Granite says. The two head out to the dance floor not previously mentioned.
Post by: Dsarker on May 01, 2012, 09:53:43 pm
Friesden waits patiently for Granite to start the dance.
Post by: L1wW on May 01, 2012, 09:57:32 pm
"Um alright..." Granite says. "Just follow my lead, I guess..." Granite pulls Friesden into a standard swing and the two basically swing together.
Post by: Dsarker on May 01, 2012, 10:07:04 pm
Friesden enjoys the dance as much as possible...despite her apparent lack of dancing skill.
Post by: L1wW on May 01, 2012, 10:12:10 pm
Granite manages to keep time and is, without a doubt, enjoying himself. "Friesden are you having fun?" He asks. Granite takes a moment to spin Friesden in place, lending a hoof just in case she were to fall.
Post by: Dsarker on May 01, 2012, 10:14:49 pm
"Yes, I am!" Friesden says, just as she seems about to fall.
Post by: L1wW on May 01, 2012, 10:16:20 pm
Granite carefully pulls her slightly closer just in case she were to fall at some point. "Good to here!" Granite replies. "Glad to see you happy!"
Post by: Dsarker on May 01, 2012, 10:19:18 pm
"I'm glad to be happy, Granite. Thank you," Friesden says with a smile.
Post by: L1wW on May 01, 2012, 10:23:53 pm
"You're welcome!" Granite says, twirling Friesden again. The two danced together for a few hours before finally stopping and headed back to their table.
Post by: Dsarker on May 01, 2012, 10:27:23 pm
Arbalest walked through the corridor towards Duchess Virtue’s office, Boo hanging onto his horn. Boo had told him he had seen Virtue looking stressed, and after a bit of digging, Arbalest had come to a cause.
Duchess Virtue was overworked, overstressed, underpaid, and underappreciated. There was one solution that Arbalest had come up with, and Boo had approved. So as he came to the door, and saw the guard there, he asked permission to see Her Grace.
Storm Cloud notes Arbalest approach and listens to his petition to see Virtue. He wasn’t inclined to let anypony in who was likely to upset her anymore than she already was, but Arbalest didn’t seem like the sort of pony to cause trouble, so he lets him in.
Virtue looks up from the stock records she had been pretending to pay attention to and gives Arbalest a quick, weary look. “Arbalest? How can I help you?”
Arbalest bows before the duchess. “Your Grace, I humbly petition that you cease to take so much work upon yourself. You are tired, and stressed. This is not good for your health, or for the fort.”
It takes a moment for Virtue to respond, but she eventually says, “I... I know.” This wasn’t the first time she’d heard that suggestion, and she was beginning to believe it was true. “I just... I’m not sure what to do about it.”
“Your Grace, if I may humbly make a suggestion? You have three ponies here to help you. The Mayor, the Militia Commander, and the Judge. Each of these ponies covers an area which you are taking upon yourself. The Mayor is the governor of the civil matters, such as administration of stock, housing, and similar. The Militia Commander is the governor of military matters, such as those dealing with the Rainbow Ponies. The Judge is the governor of judicial matters. Each of these areas you are doing. And that is creating a great strain put upon yourself. Please, Your Grace, this is for both your good, and the good of the fort,” Arbalest says earnestly.
She nods weakly. All true, of course. “With Jury here, I’d intended to hand over judicial matters to her immediately.” After their little chat she wasn’t so sure, but still, that’s what she was here for. “The military probably should be handed over completely to Halberd. I let him handle all of the planning already, but perhaps I am still too involved.” She wonders about letting Longshot take over for management... what would there be left for her? “I had planned to speak with Longshot about taking over some management duties. But that got a bit sidetracked after he was nearly murdered...” she trails off.
“Your Grace...I would humbly implore you to continue with these plans to hand over these responsibilities. You are our ruler, and you cannot do everything for us. It would be madness for you to try and make each house, make each weapon, each bed. But this is the same that you are doing. Instead of using the ponies to their best capacity, you’re taking their duties upon yourself. Please, Your Grace...This is something that must happen. Your ponies are here to aid you, not the other way around.”
“You... you’re right,” she responds, hanging her head almost imperceptibly. “It’s something I should have done years ago. I don’t know... perhaps I was afraid to.” It wasn’t really much of an option anymore. It was one thing to do all of this when there were only fifty ponies in Dawnpick. With over a hundred with exponentially more problems, she couldn’t keep up. She really was going to an early grave at this rate.
Arbalest stands up, and walks over to Virtue, and gives the mare a hug. “Your Grace...What can I do to help you?”
She returns the hug. It didn’t make a bit of difference if she was the duchess and he wasn’t of nobility or family. That hug meant about as much as anything else at the moment. “I wish I had a better answer for you... but... just keep doing what you’re doing. Be a good pony like you have been.”
“As you wish, Your Grace,” Arbalest says.
Post by: Dsarker on May 01, 2012, 10:29:09 pm
"That was really fun, Granite!"
Post by: L1wW on May 01, 2012, 10:31:30 pm
"Yeah, we gotta do this again some time!" Granite says with much enthusiasm. "Shall I walk you home?"
Post by: Dsarker on May 01, 2012, 10:35:49 pm
"That sounds good," says Friesden with a smile.
Post by: L1wW on May 01, 2012, 10:37:42 pm
"Awesome!" Granite says. He walks Friesden back to her house.
Post by: Dsarker on May 01, 2012, 10:44:36 pm
Friesden knocks on the door, and waiting, says to Granite "Thank you for tonight. It was really fun."
Post by: L1wW on May 01, 2012, 10:52:06 pm
"Glad to hear it Friesden." Granite says. He leans in to kiss Friesden.
Post by: Dsarker on May 01, 2012, 10:53:36 pm
Friesden kisses Granite.
Post by: L1wW on May 01, 2012, 11:08:36 pm
Granite blushes slightly and waves goodbye as Friesden goes inside. Granite then walks to his house. My house! Granite thought. He quietly turns the lock to his apartment and enters the small room known as his home. Granite places his chain on the weapon rack nearby and promptly lays down. Within ten minutes he drifted off to sleep, when his dream came back.
Granite stood in a lone field. Rain poured down upon him. An owl was perched at eye level on a nearby branch. The owl spoke to Granite. "When you can caress a flower with the same hoof you used to render stone to dust, only then are you ready." Four badger ponies formed by shadow surround Granite. "And you are ready." The owl said. Granite wasted no time in sending out his chain, arcing it through the two ponies to his right. As the chain flew into them, the ponies disintegrated into ash, as the other two quickly charged his flank. Granite pivoted into the one directly behind him as he drew his dagger and stabbed the one to his left through the skull. Another turned to dust, the final badger pony lunged Granite. With a flicker of movement Granite pushed the blade away from him, stabbed the final pony in the ribs, and imbeded his chain-wrapped hoof into his skull. The final pony fell into a pile of ash. Granite won.
Granite awoke a changed pony. On his flank before him was his cutie mark. It was a crow perched upon a cracked stone, clutching a rose in it's beak. Of course Granite had no idea what that meant, but frankly he didn't care. The day was his.
Post by: Khenal on May 01, 2012, 11:22:54 pm
I was looking for Jaxler, heading to the hospital. He usually drinks at the dining hall after he's done with work, and it was nice to be able to catch up with him over a few drinks. He wasn't there, though, and not in the crypts either. I was going to check the hospital next, then his room. I idly pondered what it said about Jaxler that I would check the crypts and the hospital before checking his appartment as I enter the hospital. My thoughts are caught short as I see Jaxler laying in a bed, a serious looking bandage over his chest. I slowly approach and quietly try to get his attention, not wanting to wake him if he's sleeping.
"Jaxler?"
Post by: jaxler on May 01, 2012, 11:30:58 pm
Jaxler noticed the orange pony walking up to him. "Oh, Hay flux."
Post by: Khenal on May 01, 2012, 11:38:16 pm
"Jaxler! What happened to you?"
Post by: jaxler on May 01, 2012, 11:44:34 pm
Jaxler pondered a way to explain what happened before replying "I was sparring with Granite outside the mines when a Badger jumped out of a bush and put a dagger in my chest. Granite had to drag my here and Panacea had to do emergency surgery without anesthesia. So, I guess it wasn't the worst day I've had."
Post by: Khenal on May 01, 2012, 11:49:04 pm
"Holy..."
I simply gape at Jaxler for a few moments, then realizing I'm probably not helping his day any.
"Um... anything I can do to, uh... help?"
Post by: jaxler on May 02, 2012, 12:00:04 am
"Well, If you smuggled some booze in here I'd be very happy."
Post by: Khenal on May 02, 2012, 12:02:50 am
"Um..."
I look at Jaxler, a bit nervous at the wound he suffered.
"...tell me the truth, Jaxler. How's your breathing?"
Post by: jaxler on May 02, 2012, 12:04:30 am
"Pretty bad."
Post by: Khenal on May 02, 2012, 12:06:38 am
I sigh, shaking my head a bit.
"Then no booze, Jaxler. You need to heal up properly, and alcohol won't really help that. I could get you some juice, or maybe some cider if we have any that's not hard, though. Will be better than water, at least."
Post by: jaxler on May 02, 2012, 12:09:58 am
Jaxler's facial expression hardened now. Jaxler had gone two days without booze and really didn't want to go a third. "You know what happens to me when I go more than a couple days without booze?"
Post by: Khenal on May 02, 2012, 12:12:19 am
"I know... but I also know you don't like being in the hospital. I'll bring you something with alcohol tomorrow, but not today."
Post by: jaxler on May 02, 2012, 12:17:28 am
Jaxler was starting to feel a bit ashamed about his alcohol problem. "yeah.. thanks... ya' know, I hate it when ponies lie to me."
Post by: Khenal on May 02, 2012, 12:21:45 am
I chuckle a bit as Jaxler.
"Heh, I know, Jaxler. I really will bring you some alcohol tomorrow, though it will be pretty weak."
Post by: jaxler on May 02, 2012, 12:33:07 am
"Thanks, Also can you please go grab my crossbow and bring it to me? I really don't know what Panacea did with it and I'd prefer to know where it is at all times."
Post by: Khenal on May 02, 2012, 12:36:29 am
I nod.
"I can do that. It's probably either here or in the armory. I'm, uh... not sure if I'll be able to get it if it's there, but I'll try. Did you want me to get you some juice or cider, too?"
I start checking through the various chests and cabinets in the hospital as I talk.
Post by: jaxler on May 02, 2012, 12:40:51 am
Jaxler shrugged as best he could "either would be fine... Man, I really haft to talk to somepony about ponies taking my crossbow away from me. It's private property and I'd prefer if ponies wouldn't take it off to the armory whenever I'm hurt."
Post by: Psalms01 on May 02, 2012, 02:52:35 am
((14th of Slate, 261))
((Amor and Virtue, Welcome to dukedom))
The ground was still damp from a midnight rain and the Unicorn was trotting to Virtue’s Pele tower which the mare held an appointment in the early morning. Amor was visibly tense and she was unhappy not to have come with Indigo but this was only between the Duchess and herself. The daughter of a duke was best to counsel the Earth mare’s advance in echelon of nobility. Although, Amor’s mind played out a large amount of scenario of the worse cases and escape plans. It is not unheard of for nobility to assassinate their peers, I could be walking into a trap or Virtue could jump to conclusions. Roof has no hatches and unguarded save for a simple alert spell. In my escape feedback the spell just enough to hinder the Unicorn who placed it, descend the stairs and head to the right. Gallop to the stairs between the north-east apartments and the mayor’s office. Climb to the apartments’ roof and leap into the moat and swim to the nearest ramp.
Amor’s mind raced to dark parts that she wish was not her own. The copper coat mare reaches the solid marble doors which were guarded by Fuscina. The Unicorn thought of more on the brighter side of her situation as she states her intent and proof of being there. Virtue is not a bad pony and being here under her is much safer than being in somepony else’s duchy and sorrowfully more so than that of my father’s. The mason pony was in her work smock and saddlebags left open for viewing by the guard but left her tools with Amber. The bags were filled with neatly stacked papers that thrown off suspicions. After entering and catching sight of Virtue, her compose nearly drops and her usual habit of tongue clicking starts. Amor held little clue as to why the Duchess had such an effect on her, maybe it was the mare’s resemblance to her father. She curtseys before the noble Earth Pony and speaks up. “My Lady Virtue, thank you for taking the time this morning to hold audience with me.”
Virtue cringes mentally at the curtsey, but makes no mention of it. She’d long ago grown tired of telling ponies to not show her “respect” that way. “Of course, it’s no trouble. What did you want to talk about?”
Amor slips out of her saddlebags and sets them in front of Virtue’s marble desk, setting down before the newly appointed Duchess. She pauses for a moment to collect her thoughts before talking. “Before we begin, could you excuse your guard?”
Virtue almost imperceptibly quirks an eyebrow at the request. She wasn’t sure what this could possibly be about that would require that sort of privacy, but she does as asked. “Fuscina, would you leave us for a moment?” As the mare nods and exits the office, she turns back to Amor. “Alright, what is it?”
The metallic mare sighed at Virtue’s abiding her request and waits until the state grey coat militia-pony is out of the room for a few seconds before speaking up. “I want to congratulate your rise of nobility and that you wear the burden better then some.” Amor moves a little closer to get a better view of the mare; with only fire-light the Earth mare’s attrition was still apparent. “You know that it gets more challenging as you go on; my lady if you keep this up one of your daughters are going to take your place sooner than desired.” The Unicorn wore a worried face, and thinking that it may not be the best time to see the duchess.
She was pretty sure she understood what that meant, and wasn’t sure that she disagreed with Amor. It had to be readily apparent to anypony how much her responsibilities and worries had been eating at her. “Thank you... but yes, I know what you mean,” she replies, realizing that that sounded kind of peculiar given Amor’s last statement, but she didn’t feel like trying to fix the verbal blunder.
The mason pony sets back and reflects on Virtue’s reaction. “You must know that as the Duchess, you can forward many other responsibilities to your husband and the mayor. Harvest Moon could meet with traders and account for the village as you can handle the steel stocks and the reports to The Crown. Instead of having an audience with Indigo and myself you can have Longshot speak with us.” Amor feels herself slipping at the sight of the Duchess but she contains herself.
Virtue nods. She’d considered doing things like it before, and had asked her husband to take over some things for her throughout the last year when she was too badly shaken up to perform her duties. Asking for him or the mayor to take over permanently was something that was tempting... but she hadn’t committed to the idea yet. “I’ve considered it, yes. I hate to ask Harvest Moon to do much else considering how important he is to managing the farms, but asking Longshot to help take over some things... perhaps it is time for that. He could at least take over some of the meetings for me...”
“That would be respectable and understand that not everypony reacts the same under the pressures that you experience. Harvest Moon and Longshot might even welcome more responsibilities.” The Unicorn wanted to speak out, that in other parts of the Kingdom; Virtue could have taken a blade to the flanks for subverting such powers from others. She had to remind herself that Dawnpick was different, the mare huffs at the nature of her next subject. “Either by The Crown or by me you would find out. I brought more proof of The Crown’s plans for Dawnpick.” Amor reaches down into her saddlebags and retrieves the papers, neatly folded up inside the mundane papers are her exploits before coming to Dawnpick. She places them before the Duchess. “Dawnpick, was… is a shining example of morals and tolerance that The Crown desires for the rest of the Kingdom to follow.”
Virtue takes the pages and gives them a bit more than a cursory glance. “Yes... it is one of the things I take pride in most here.” She just wished everypony got along so well. Stiletto had caused a great amount of upset, even if she hadn’t tried to.
Amor lets the slate grey mare look over the papers before talking. “One day either you or your children could be overseeing to dozens or hundreds of villages similar to Dawnpick. The Crown might even inquire you to move to the capital and assist in getting other duchies to follow suit.” The Unicorn saw so hint of apprehension in the other pony’s face. “Lady Virtue, Dawnpick is a haven compared to the rest of the world. This is no gods’ paradise, tribulations are going to take place and in my eyes you have yet to fall short to face them.” The mare huffs and hopes that Virtue accepts the way things are.
“Thank you,” Virtue responds, hoping it sounded more solid than it felt. She tried to imagine she was getting used to it all, but deep down she felt she really wasn’t. Still, that wasn’t the thing that caught her attention. “Coupledye could ask me to return to oversee larger lands?” That wasn’t the most encouraging thought. As much pain as Dawnpick had caused her lately, it was in no small amount home now.
“As Duchess, your limit of holdings is as it stands now but as an high ranking noble, your peers could hear your experience and make improvement to their holds. If The Crown enjoys what they hear from you then they could order the other nobles to follow the example you set. Those methods would be made easier if you made manor in or near Coupledye.” The Unicorn was unsure how best to tell the mare that the more responsibility held the more at the will of The Crown she was. The more The Crown gave you, the more you have to lose or give up.
“I see... that makes sense,” she replies. She wasn’t sure she liked that. Actually, she knew she didn’t. She really hadn’t ever been happy being of nobility, but she just did what she was told by Coupledye and tried not to ask too many questions. “I’d prefer to stay here as long as possible, of course.”
“For me to hear that, it makes me happy that you care for your vassals so much to cling to us.” She said with a short lived smile and adds with a frown. “But, I find it strange the prompt rise up the aristocracy and even giving such an elevated title to a once noble is cause for concern though.” Amor could see every bit of Virtue’s anguish was because of her quick rise in nobility. The curly mane mare places a hoof on her chin in contemplation and adds. “I see wisdom in The Crown’s reasoning; instead of giving the land-holds to another duke, insert a new player. Thankfully Dawnpick is so distant to Coupledye or the Rainbow Coalitions would be the less of your plight.”
Virtue reminisces about her life before all of the responsibility and lets out a breath. “I won’t pretend to understand why they chose me, or why they chose to elevate me so quickly. I’m honored that they would of course... but I can’t help but feel I don’t deserve it.” Or really want it, for that matter, but she didn’t think admitting that to Amor was the best thing to do. She didn’t want to sound ungrateful.
The two Little Ponies set there a bit for Amor to break up the silence. “Virtue, if there is anything your subjects can do; it is to understand and ease your burden if that is commanded. Please do not be afraid to call upon us if you need it.” Amor looks towards the Duchess, waiting for any answer or request that the fatigue mare needs.
“Thank you,” she says again. Of course what she really wanted to do was tell Amor that she could have the job if she wanted it and quit right there, but that was hardly appropriate, so she settles for, “I really do appreciate the help you’ve given me so far. Even the advice you and Indigo provide for me are very helpful and much appreciated.” She mulls over the conversation and tries to think of things she could push off to Longshot. “And I’m going to definitely think about what I can ask others to do. Longshot hasn’t been very busy as of late anyway.”
“And thank you Virtue for being the good duchess and pony that Dawnpick needs and wants.” The mare said with delight in being able not to lie about the notion. The two Little Ponies then start to talk about the way of managing the duchy and Amor’s experience of how her father ran his. After too long silence once more takes root and the copper mare excuses herself, leaving only her words and the papers as a reminder she was once there.
Post by: TALLPANZER on May 02, 2012, 11:22:29 am
Stiletto flies slowly down the roads to Dawnpick. The black steel armor of her homeland Covering every part of her body. She had taken off her helmet to look somewhat less imposing, but it detracts little from the massive sword slung across her withers.
Kat, being stationed on the gates along with her younger sister Kit, seeing Stiletto approaching from far away.. She wasn’t sure if she knew the Alicorn or not at this distance.. and what she wearing doesn’t exactly give her much to go about.. but deep down inside, she wish that it’s Stiletto returning to Dawnpick again.. Although it’s unlikely seeing that she’s alone without an Earthpony with her.. Kat could only sigh. Hey! a filly can dream couldn’t she?
The half ton amethyst Alicorn approached the pair of Pegasus perched on the wall. She raised her head up and spoke clearly “Hiel!”
Kat can remember that voice anywhere.. with a quick ear twitch, and a quick blink of realization.. “Stiletto?” She asked out just to be sure. While Kat was quickly getting filled with incoming wave of joy and happiness, Kit was still wanting to just fly away or cower behind her sister at the sight of such a fearsome Alicorn.
“Kat?” her voice filled with a mix of joy and uncertainty. Stiletto’s armor clad body lifted into the air and bought her the edge of the wall by the power of her over sized wings. “Kat is that you?” she repeated while putting her forehooves over the ramparts
Kat replied not with words, but by launching herself straight into the larger mare to give her what must be one of the biggest hug she could give. Nuzzling her face onto her armor “It’s really you! You’re back! Oh I’ve missed you so much Stiletto! And Flux too! Oh! Flux would be SO happy to see you Oh and Have I introduced you to Kit yet? She’s my younger sister, have I ever told you I have a younger sister? I have a younger sister and she crossed the Ocean all the way to find me and-” Kat begin, saying at the speed that would’ve made Pinkie pie proud. Her younger sister just blinks in confusion at what’s going on.
One big armored foreleg gently wrapped itself around Kat’s withers “Meine Liebe. I missed you and meine freundlichsten Liebe so very much.” Stiletto let out a heavy sigh “I have been sent here too Dawnpick officially by my homeland to defend you against the Rainbows. What happened while I was gone? Why has war come to Dawnpick?”
Kat frown and sigh softly.. “It’s.. a long short story.. And I still have some guarding duty to do with my sister... maybe.. you should go inside, reclaim your room and take some rest? We could talk about that later. But let’s just say that the Rainbows misunderstood us and now they all want our heads..”
Stiletto looked out onto the town of Dawnpick “I have many ponies to speak with before I can rest. I have to announce myself, and explain myself. Could you think of someplace we can meet at later?”
“Of course my liebe. The dining hall is alway ready for us. I’ll try to bring Flux as well.. Oh and, This is Kit. My younger sister from my homeland..” She said with a smile, gesturing to the little mare that’s hiding behind her sister.. Not such a great trait for a guard but then again, who wouldn’t be afraid of such a fearsome Alicorn in full wargear? “h-hello..” She squeaks out in so many way like the first time Kat introduced herself... they’re so much alike.. the looks.. the feel.. the youth.. But there’s something that tells them apart.. not sure what yet.
“Hello, my you are a niedliche kleine Schwester, are you not?” Stiletto said with a smile and a wink,
Kit squeaks again and shy away a little closer behind her sister. “um.. t-thanks?..” She had no idea what those words meant.. but assume it’s nice.
Stiletto nods at Kit “I will see both of you in the dinning Hall later, yes?”
Kat smiles and nods, giving Stiletto another nuzzle again happily “Mmhmm, we’ll be there.. Glad you’re back Stiletto.” she sooth out.
Stiletto returns the nuzzle and places a kiss on Kat’s neck “It is good to be back Meine Leibe.”
Post by: jaxler on May 02, 2012, 02:06:13 pm
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Jaxler was in the meeting hall sitting in his favorite seat with a barrel of booze to his side. Today had dragged on longer then he had expected. He spent all day carving out wooden stuffs, and was ready to drink away another day of wasted time. But right as Jaxler was about to start drinking he noticed a familiar looking Pegasus walk in… But he could swear that he had never met the pony in his life, which struck him as odd. “Hello there.”
She stops in her track as Jaxler greets her, looking around herself a bit just to make sure that it’s her that he’s saying Hi to. Then after making sure, gives him a smile “um... Hi!” she greets back
“Hay, pardon me but you seem awfully familiar. Have I met you somewhere?”
The Pegasus mare tilt her head slightly from that. “well.. I don’t think so. I just came here not long ago..”
Jaxler paused for a moment, before replying “Well in that case, welcome to the fort… But still, you seem to remind me of somepony else.”
“Oh? well.. um.. My sister Kat lives here for a while already.. and we look alike so.. maybe you’ve seen her before?”
Jaxler’s eyes widen “OH, that makes sense. I really didn’t know that Kat had a sister.”
Kit blinks slightly from that then smiles a little more “You know Kat?”
“Yeah, back when I was second-in-command of the guard I served with her.”
“Ooohh? You was a second-in-command of the guards? Neat! I’m in the guards too!” Kit chirped happily
“You’re in the guard, well I bet that must be exciting.”
“well.. It’s much more exciting than what I do back home anyway.”
“Well that’s good, but I need to ask you something.”
Kit tilt her head a little more. “um.. okay?”
Jaxler sighed and said “It’s kinda a requirement that anypony who joins the guard is willing to do anything to protect the citizens of Dawnpick, So… Are you willing to die in the place of anypony in Dawnpick no matter who or why?”
Kit ponders for a moment.. “Well.. I’d die for Kat anyday no matter why.”
Jaxler knew that that wasn't a good answer but honestly didn't feel like ruining the conversation, And his opinion on the topic really didn't mater anymore “Dang, then you must really care about your sister” said Jaxler happily as he started to lean back in his chair
“Yep!” Kit chirped happily before continuing “I crossed the ocean to find her.. She’s my Everything!”
“That’s amazing, You're telling me that you crossed the sea just to see your sister? That’s one of the most heartwarming things I’ve ever heard “
Kit blushes slightly and smile, taking a seat across the table from him “well.. not just to see her no. But to live here with her too!”
“Well I’m glad to hear that you're now living here in Dawnpick. I’d honestly hate to see somepony as pleasant as yourself leave.”
Kit d’aww’d slightly then smiles “Thankies.. oh! I don’t think i’ve told you my name yet. I’m Kit! What’s your name?”
“My name is Jaxler Blackflutes, grand-master Markspony and a half decent Wood crafter! I’m glad to make your acquaintance” Jaxler then offers Kit a hoofshake
Kit giggles as she nods and accepts his hoofshake. “Grand-master Markspony? Maybe you can show me a thing or two about shooting crossbows sometimes?”
Jaxler smiles and says “If you need any help I’d be glad to assist you.”
Kit shuffles her hooves slightly as she paws it at the floor “Well.. Maybe you can teach me how to shoot better? I mean.. I’m not that much of a good markspony I think..”
Jaxler drinks some of his booze before replying “Well, I’m sure that you’d be a great marks pony, and again, if you need any help just ask.”
“Alright! I’ll keep that in mind.” Kit said with another smile
Jaxler drank some more booze before something important entered his mind “Kit, Has Kat left the hospital yet?”
“Yep!” Kit chirped happily before adding “She’s been teaching me how to shoot my crossbow. She’s really good!”
“That’s good, I’ve been feeling horrible about her being hurt... You know, I’ve spent years as a markspony and I’m still can’t shoot fast enough to save somepony from getting hurt, as opposed to only saving their life.”
Kit blinks again “You saved Kat’s life?”
“Yeah, but it’s not like she’s the only pony whose life I’ve saved”
“Oooohh? you saved many lives?”
“Only three. one was a foal, then there's Kat and the other, actually, is Kat’s lover. In fact I almost got my wing torn off and died when I saved him.” Jaxler then pointed to his scarred up wing.
Kit blinks in amazement as she listens to him “Ooohh.. Wow.. you must be a hero!”
Jaxler shrugged “Well, most other ponies don’t seem to think so...”
That made Kit tilt her head slightly in confusion “Why not? You saved ponies’s lives and stuff.”
Jaxler’s ears flopped down as he spoke “I guess, most ponies prefer to judge me before they actually get to know me.”
“Well.. I guess it’s because of that.” Kit said, gesturing towards the barrel of booze.
“I’m sorry, drinking isn’t something that I can just drop... Actually why don’t you try some booze?”
“Well.. I don’t drink much.. I can get really drunk easily and I don’t let getting drunk.. It makes me do things that I can’t remember afterwards..”
Jaxler shrugged and sipped some more booze. “Meh, Suit yourself… So, what’s it like being in the guard now-in-days?”
Kit ponders.. Trying to find the word for it.. and not succeeding it.. “It’s... hmm.. Interesting.. and have lots of things to do too!”
“That’s good, most of the time I was in the guard I was just me in and the captain, We were kinda like the founding members. I’m glad that you get to do interesting stuff, back when i was in the guard I’d always get stupid complaints about the sun being too bright and whatnot.”
“Jeez.. that sounds.. boring?.. but atleast you didn’t have to shoot so many things right?”
“Well, I’ve had to shoot a lot of things. I usually only attacked things that were trying to harm the ponies of Dawnpick. Though, if it was a diamond dog I’d usually just try to scare em’ off, I kinda feel bad for the guys.”
“What’s up with Diamond dogs?” Kit asked, sitting down.
“They’re large intelligent dogs that are far too weak to fend for themselves and the rest of the intelligent species treat them like pests. They resort to thievery to support their families and try their best to survive in a world that wants them dead. Ponies assume that they’re dumb and feeble minded because they are weak and nopony is willing to educate them, but in truth they are just as smart and feel the same emotions as everypony else. In truth they are a tragedy.”
“Well.. I guess Death would be a gift for them then.” Kit said, pondering about that.
“They don’t really deserve it though. others only want them dead to make their lives easier. Some ponies aren't willing to part with some wooden craft, when some diamond dog could sell it to a caravan and keep his pups from going hungry.”
Kit frowns and sigh.. suddenly feeling down. “I guess you’re right.. it’s... It’s a cruel world.”
Jaxler takes note of kit’s deflating mood and tries to add some happiness to the conversation. “Well, I guess it’s our job to try to make it a little less cruel.”
Kit shook her head. Not really feeling any less deflated “We just make things worse.. Me and Kat were shooting at a diamond dog in the moat the other day.. now to think that maybe he had some pups and family to feed so bad that he choose to steal from us...” Kit flops her ears.
“You did as you were ordered so what you did was justified. And if it makes you feel any better, diamond dogs run families with a tribal system so if he did have pups then clan member would probably take care of them.”
“But I would’ve made those pups fatherless still..” Kit said. Not feeling any better.
“Maybe he didn’t have any pups.”
“Maybe he did.. or a sick wife.. or something..”
“And maybe he didn’t, and you feeling bad about it won’t really change a thing.”
Kit frowns slightly more.. slumping onto the table slightly “won’t change that I killed someone..”
“I’m sorry but, when you’re in the guard you kill things. As much as I wish it wasn’t, it’s still part of the job.”
“Doesn’t mean I have to enjoy it though.. I don’t.. I don’t get how Kat does it.. Maybe it just.. grow? I mean.. she killed before I’m sure of.. Back home... and now.. to see her Kill without breaking down?.. it’s... It’s scary.. I don’t want her to change and not be my big sister anymore.. you know?” Kit said out weakly.
“Someponies can kill endlessly and feel no emotion, others breakdown altogether at the sight of first blood. Someponies can kill thousands before finally breaking at thousand and one. Someponies change forever after their first kill and others realize who they are. In the end, each pony is different in their approach to death and I don’t think Kat will change, and even if she did she’ll always be your older sister.”
that seems to bring a smile back onto Kit’s face atleast for a bit. “I guess so..”
Jaxler was glad to have made Kit’s mood a little bit better, considering how he was the one who ruined it. “So, you must really love your sister.”
Kit smiles up just a tad more. “Mmhmm.. she’s my everything...” She answered as she let her eyes drift.. soon catching sight of Jaxler’s repaired crossbow.. “Wow.. that’s.. that’s a pretty amazing crossbow you have there.”
“Oh, This?” Said Jaxler as he waved his crossbow around “yeah it’s pretty decent. It’s saved my life more times than I can count.”
“And not to mention very pretty too! Where’d you get it?” Kit asked, seemingly interested.
“I couldn’t tell you, mainly because the place doesn’t exist anymore”
“Oh... okay.” Kit nods. “It’s not like I’d know about it anyway..”
“Well, what I mean is that can’t tell you it because I’ve forgotten the name of the place where it was made. It’s been destroyed for so long that the name has slipped my mind”
“Oh! Then it’s alright then.” Kit said, giving him a little smile as she ponders on what subject to talk with him next.. running out of things to say pretty quickly.
“So, has anything crazy happened in the guard recently?” Said jaxler hoping to having struck a better topic.
“hmm.. well, besides us having a new face from the capital, not really. Things been pretty quiet. So I’ve been spending a lot of time practicing my crossbow. Kat’s teaching me how to use it like a club and beat something with it! She says it can even block axes and blades if done right!”
“Yes, Crossbows make half decent hammers and even better shields, but by the time the enemy gets close it’s best to have put a few bolts in them. If somepony has a bolt in his leg they seem to have a tendency to slow down the speed of their attacks.”
“Would be better to put a bolt to his skull and slow him down forever?”
“Yes it would. In fact always aim for the skull.”
“But.. Kat says to aim for the big target? like the torso. That way, it’s easier to hit and atleast it’ll do something..” Kit replied uncertainly.
“Well, that depends on the target. If he has armor then you want to hit where the armor isn’t covering and a torso shot isn’t always a kill shot. But, I guess the head is still a pretty small target so you might not want to aim for the head until you become a better markspony.”
“Sounds understandable.” Kit said with a nod.
“I guess some other advice I can give you is that if you stuck in combat the smartest thing you can do is try to dodge or use your wings as shields as a last resort. Also try to get out of hoof to hoof combat as quickly as possible.Do not try to kill the enemy, just try to survive.”
“Yeah that sounds like a good Idea. Maybe if the enemy can’t fly, I’ll just fly away! or hide in a cloud! or something..”
“That’s right. Also, you should try to get skilled at using your crossbow while flying. It really makes things a bit easier when you can fly.”
“Well.. Yeah. I’ve been trying. And Kat’s been helping. But it’s really hard to get a steady shot mid-air you know?”
“Yes... I do... In fact I actually avoid flying altogether just because the instability.”
“Well I like Flying.”
“Yeah, It seems most pegasi do. I guess I never really got why the whole flying thing was so amazing.”
“Well..” Kit begins “The freedom of the sky.. the wind through your feathers face face.. the feeling that the world’s just like a big swimming pool for you to swim in.. that everything’s safe and nice up there. It’s just.. Great I guess?”
“I can’t get past the idea that if I stop flapping I die...”
“Hmm.. Maybe I can teach you how to fly better? It’s not all about flapping you know? You can fly for hours without flapping once aswell! It’s called Gliding.. and it’s really.. Really great!”
“I... uh... Sure I guess.”
“Okay! It’s a Date then!” Kit chirped, oblivious that the word have another meaning aswell.
“Great...”
Post by: Maklak on May 03, 2012, 06:00:40 am
(( Early Hematite 259: Jaxler wants to join the reserves. ))
Jaxler had spent an entire mundane day making worthless wooden crud. He really was stressed out more than usual, on account of the fact that he really shouldn't be allowed to have his crossbow anymore and the lack of excitement during that day, but he had a plan on adding some more into his life. After work and dinner, Jaxler walks over to Indigo's room, knocks and says “YO Indigo!”
Indigo is going over some papers. "Jaxler?" What could that drunk want from me? Eh, better get it out of the way. He is as annoying as he is persistent. "Wait, I'll open the door." Indigo looks at Jaxler through the door. "Well, what is it?"
Jaxler laughs a little bit and responds "Straight to the point now, aren't you? Well Indigo, I was hopping, I could join the reserve."
"What?! Why?" Indigo is quite taken aback by this to the point where he literally steps back.
Jaxler's decent mood is effectively dented by Indigo's little display "I'm going to keep my crossbow and if I'm part of the reserves, I can. Also, I hate the idea of the military reserve not having any half decent fighters in it."
Indigo's face looks, as if he swallowed a bug. He retreats deeper into his room. "Come in and close the door."
Jaxler hesitates before stepping in. The look on Indigo's face was worth a thousand words. "So, are you gonna let me join?"
Indigo sits on his rump and sighs. It is official. My squad is a penal colony. "If Halberd and Partisan agree to this, then yes, but first do you understand what the reserves are all about?"
"I have an idea, but feel free to enlighten me." answers Jaxler.
"Basically we are civilians, getting ready to fight, if there ever is sudden a need for more soldiers. We all work normal jobs most of the time and train together for only a few months each year. We can be mobilised or drafted into other squads when needed."
Indigo pauses and looks at Jaxler's crossbow. "As to you keeping that rotten old thing: I assume it has some sentimental value. You could remove the string and put it on the wall, or maybe join Longshot or something like that. If keeping it is your main reason to join the reserves, I'll have to disappoint you. We are only allowed to keep weapons and armour in our rooms, when we have scheduled training and Halberd gets fed up with giving it to us each day. Otherwise the equipment is locked in the armoury. Though none of us owns any weapons or armour, save for some boots, so you may be able to clear that up with Halberd. One more thing, we are getting paid only when we train as a squad, and little at that, so you will want some kind of civilian job anyway."
"If you knew it was of personal importance to me then why did you insult it? Also, one shouldn't be disrespectful enough to just let something that's saved their life be tacked up on a wall and be forgotten." says Jaxler.
"If it still works, then do what you will. Reservists choose their own weapons, and a Crossbow is one of the recommended choices.” Indigo shrugs. “The way I see it, nothing lasts forever. I had some good tools in my life, but eventually they all broke and were replaced. I learned to not attach myself to objects too much. Anyway, I'm trailing off."
Indigo sighs. "If Halberd and Partisan agree, then yes, you can join the reserves. I wouldn't mind having a competent soldier with us.” But I do mind having you. “I make due with what help I can get from Glaive and others, but they only train with us occasionally. It is just that... whatever I say seems to piss you off, and I'm not sure, if I can handle you being in my squad." And if the rumours are true, you are a convicted criminal... This isn't going to end well. Halberd will probably agree to Jaxler being in my squad out of spite, then yell at me, every time he does something bad. When I ask for Jaxler to be removed from the reserves, Halberd will laugh at me for not being able to handle him. Partisan will agree, just to get rid of the problem, and Virtue will agree for the same reason. Is there no way out? Must I suffer through this? I suppose I brought it on myself, when I told Halberd about the reserves. Not... one of my better notions. Jaxler is going to turn the reserves into some kind of goons if he gets his way, and I'll be the scapegoat for whatever he does. Ugh...
"Okay... Well I guess that means you'd have a problem, if I asked to be made second in command."
Yeah, how about first in command? Indigo scratches his horn. "There is no second in command. I administer the squad and talk to Halberd." And I don't think I need to explain to you, how much fun that is. "Apart from that, I coordinate the training and give orders, but there is no hierarchy. Whoever seems to have the most idea about the subject, leads the demonstrations. That puts you in charge of crossbow training, if we get any bolts. You can do individual training when you want, provided the barracks aren't occupied by soldiers. And I want you sober and present during scheduled training session. You can drink in the evening, if you must. If you want any other responsibility, you have to prove that I can trust you.” Which I quite obviously can't. “Any other questions?"
Jaxler shrugs "Could you organize a group sparing on my first day? I kinda wanna get back at those ponies for waking me up and laughing at me. Also, do you have a problem if I show up with anything other than a crossbow during training? Also, on my first day as a reservist I plan on sparring with you."
Indigo's eyes narrow. What?! You insolent... "I already organized a demonstration on our next training session tomorrow, but we have sparring on our third day. Sparring is not about you getting some kind of revenge, it is about learning what to aim for and what to expect in a real fight. That is another problem with you: you start random fights, seek them, even. If you hurt somepony, I'd get to be responsible for it and I don't want to. You may choose your own weapon, but Axes, Crossbows or Maces are highly recommended. As to you planning on sparring with me, are you trying to prove something? Because in this case my plans are the ones that matter. You can only make suggestions."
"I don't look for fights. I only pick a fight when somepony does something, I find to be grossly offensive to my morals. And yes, I do wish to prove something. Those ponies insulted me, and if I'm going to be working with them, I need them to know, that I don't take that kind of shit from anypony." answers Jaxler.
Indigo grits his teeth. "Well, I refuse to take that kind of shit from you, and you are expected to obey your captain, it that clear?” Indigo frowns. “But just out of curiosity: what exactly did me, Zearoth and Oil Macepony do to you? And what do you mean by 'offensive to your morals'?"
"Last I remember, those ponies laughed at me, when you were raiding my room for barrels, and if somepony does an act, that I see as amoral and that act affects me. I won't sit by and let it happen, regardless of how much harm may come to me, because of my choice to stand up and refusing to be treated with such disrespect."
Indigo facehoofs, then looks at Jaxler with pure bewilderment. "You find laughter... amoral?" How the hay am I supposed to work with this aggressive cretin? And they say about me, that I hold grudges.
"Laughter isn't a crime, but using it to show, that you are superior to another, is." Answers Jaxler.
What about those, who are superior in some respect? "So this is about... disrespect?" Sekashi! "That at least I can understand, I suppose, but respect is earned, and you haven't earned mine. Maybe I should have come to your room in the evening the day before, but I didn't expect a shortage of barrels in the first place. Besides, you laughed at us too, don't you think that makes us even?" And you laughed at me today for even starting a conversation with you. I really should just tell you to get out of my sight.
"They laughed at me first, out of foalish pride. I only retaliated."
"You retaliated and we went our way and almost forgot about it by now, yet you insist on beating them up, to show them whose boss.” and me too! “This is unacceptable and exactly the kind of behaviour that gets you into trouble and earns you disrespect in the first place. I simply cannot allow it.” Well, it does force ponies to treat you seriously, but I find it hard to respect a bully and a ruffian, even one who could beat me up.
“Yeah, yeah, whatever.” Says Jaxler as he walks out of Indigo’s room. He needs to drink more than his usual intake that day.
“You should seriously consider your attitude, if you want to be in my squad at all!” shouts Indigo after him. While Jaxler pissed Indigo off, he still can join the reserves with Halberd's, Partisan's and Virtue's approval.
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(( Hematite 259: Sparring with Jaxler ))
((In the 261 save Telgin set the reserves to train in Hematite and Timber.))
Indigo really didn't want Jaxler in his squad, but instead of telling him “No”, he preferred erecting bureaucratic barriers. It was only somewhat less difficult for Zaeroth and Oil Macepony when the reserves were formed. Indigo complained to Virtue, Partisan and Halberd, but they all agreed to Jaxler being in the reserves for one reason or another.
To even join the damned reserves, Jaxler had to talk to a few ponies, he would rather not, and sign some papers with crap like. “I will protect Dawnpick, obey my commanders, take part in trainings, take good care of my equipment. I agree to be called to arms at any time. Blah... blah... blah... Lots of words on paper.” It was nauseating and almost made him regret ditching Partisan, but if it meant keeping his crossbow, he went through with it.
Jaxler didn't exactly get what he wanted. He was allowed to keep his crossbow, but didn't get to spar on his first day. For two days there were some demonstrations, he wasn't really interested in. The first sparring session was on the third day. It only took a moment for Zaeroth and Oil Macepony to choose to face each other, while Indigo was still talking. This left him and Jaxler for the second pair.
They face each other and Jaxler smiles menacingly. “Let's begin,” says Indigo.
Jaxler charges the blue pony and swings his hoof toward his gut, and then throws his other hoof toward his opponent's forehead.
Indigo gets hit before he has time to react, retreats in pain and covers his head.
Jaxler sees an opening and hits Indigo in the chest. Then again and again, while Indigo just groans, and tries to avoid or parry the blows. Jaxler can scarcely believe that the poor unicorn isn't even hitting back, just taking it. While Jaxler is holding back, he still puts enough force behind his punches to cause a lot of pain, and hopefully make Indigo realize, that Jaxler is the best soldier in the reserves.
Indigo curls on the floor and groans. “Stop! Get him off!”
Zaeroth and Oil Macepony just look and do nothing, while Jaxler backs off with a happy expression on his face. “I win!”
Indigo stands up and groans in pain. “What the buck was that? Were you trying to kill me?”
Jaxler tilts his head in confusion. “No no no no, if I was trying to kill you, I would have probably killed you in one shot.“
“This was supposed to be a sparring session, one of many today. Do you understand? Sparring. You're not supposed to hurt me for real. Just mark your hits.“
“Yeah and maybe I wouldn't have hurt you, if you could dodge. And maybe it would do you some good to actually learn how to take a freaking hit, instead of curling up into a ball and begging your attacker to walk away.”
Indigo groans in pain again, barely standing up. “You can train individually for the rest of the day. You're dismissed. You two, continue sparring. I'm off to see Panacea.”
Jaxler does some useless training for the rest of the day and takes note of the other two ponies' novice fighting styles.
Indigo comes back later that day to clean up, collect equipment, report to Halberd and so on.
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Next day Indigo enters the barracks with grim look on his face. He looks at his squad. “You know, I was thinking about what happened yesterday and I was wrong. Just marking the blows is good to begin with, but it is far from a real fight. We need to learn to make quick, strong blows and to take them as well. There is a reason, why we get armour and blunted weapons. We also must familiarize ourselves with pain. You saw me retreating from Jaxler's flurry of blows yesterday and it gained me defeat. Once you get hit thousands of times, you'll get some resistance to pain, and won't be so afraid to get beaten up. Besides, Jaxler's... tactics mimics something we can expect from those bandits.” Indigo sighs. “I also remembered something my old captain told me. 'There will always be somepony stronger and faster in the barracks. That is the one you want to spar with, before you meet his equal on the battlefield.' I've decided that every month we train together, each of us is going to spar with Jaxler for at least for a few days. Starting with me.”
Indigo looks at Jaxler and frowns: “As for you, I still want you to hold back. Some pain, bruises and small cuts are fine, but no permanent injury, and obviously if you knock one of us out, that's the end of the lesson, and not much good. We are here to learn. Is this clear?”
Jaxler sighs “Fine.”
Indigo stands in front of Jaxler, training axe and shield ready. The other two ponies just watch: “Let's begin.”
Jaxler smiles and puts his hoof on his crossbow. “Try to dodge.” Jaxler flings his crossbow's but toward Indigo's head. It gets blocked by unicorn's shield, but then Jaxler throws his free hoof toward Indigo’s gut, knocking him off balance. Then Jaxler marks a hit with his crossbow to Indigo's head. “You're dead.”
Indigo gets up, groans and recomposes himself. “You two, don't just look, your turn will come soon enough. Keep sparring.” He says to Zaeroth and Oil Macepony.
Indigo spars with Jaxler again and again, loosing badly. The unicorn scores a few hits; some of them might be serious wounds, if they used real weapons, but Jaxler barely notices being hit with a training axe, and wins one fight after another. He is having the most fun he's had in years, as he is beating the crap out of Indigo. The markspony doesn't even feel compelled to use his wings to block the unicorn's blows, as his way of fighting is much too clumsy, defensive and slow. Jaxler holds back enough to make the fun last longer, but is practically using Indigo as a living punching bag. To his credit, the unicorn doesn't give up, even after constantly getting beaten up.
After the sparring session Indigo is all sore, but still makes sure everything is in order with the others and their equipment and reports to Halberd, who doesn't neglect to mock his bruises. Then he goes to the hospital to get something for the bruises and pain, but before leaving the barracks, Indigo informs Zaeroth that the next day it is his turn. On the third day, it is Oil Macepony's.
After that Jaxler gets to spar all three of them for a day. Fighting is never fair, and apparently none of the other reservists is enough for Jaxler, so why not let him have it. This however, leads to him holding back less, flying over their heads, while throwing things at them and doing similar tricks. The unicorns learn, that combining their telekinetic powers can keep Jaxler in place long enough to get some hits on him, which would be useful in a real fight if they outnumbered the enemy.
By the time Jaxler learns to train the reservists instead of just going all out on them, Hematite is over and so are their scheduled trainings. They all go back to doing civilian jobs. Still, they all learned something about combat, so their time together wasn't wasted. Indigo decided that Jaxler is useful for something at least. Jaxler established himself as the most competent and tough fighter in the squad.
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(( Hematite, 259: Jaxler oversleeps ))
The reserves have another day of scheduled training and as usual meet at the barracks after breakfast. Except Jaxler doesn't show up. There is going to be a demonstration shortly, and Indigo grows impatient. If he at least saw Jaxler by the wall or in the dining hall earlier that day, he would just wait, but he began to suspect that Jaxler overslept again. “Have you seen Jaxler?” he asks his squad. They didn't, so decides, that they should go look for him. They find him sleeping in a pile of rocks.
“Jaxler, wake up! We have a training session momentarily!”
Jaxler wasn't happy to be awoken by his annoying captain. The pile of rocks was surprisingly more comfortable than one might think. “Ug… Go away Indigo…”
“You're in my squad now, and we train today. Get up and come!”
“Uh… I'm taking a nap, come back in like an hour.”
Oh, I'll wake you up. Indigo grits his teeth, runs towards the well, returns with a bucket of water and spills it on Jaxler's head.
Getting soaked with cold water wakes Jaxler up. “DA’ BUCKING HELL”
It's not like I pissed on him to wake him up. “Oh, compared to the crap I have to take from you, I'd say this is pretty mild. You are awake, bathed and there is some water left in the bucket if you want to drink. Now let's go to the barracks.”
There is another demonstration that day, but hey, in the months they train as squad, another sparring session is always but a few days away, so Jaxler looks forward to an opportunity to get back at Indigo. From then on Jaxler knows, that he is required to attend training (or find a really good hiding spot and listen to a reprimand later).
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(( Malachite 259: Indigo finds sleeping Jaxler ))
Indigo wakes up, washes in a bowl of water, spills it outside his window, gets dressed and walks towards the dining hall to prepare for another day of work. On his way there, he sees Jaxler sleeping in the middle of the street. He sighs. A few months back he would just ignore him, or maybe take the crossbow to a safe place before some foal finds it, but Jaxler is part of Indigo's squad now. They don't have a training session that day, so there is little point to wake the unpleasant drunk up. After only a moment's hesitation, Indigo puts Jaxler's crossbow in his saddlebag, checks that the nearby barrel is empty, lifts Jaxler with telekinesis and carries him to his room. The unicorn places the pegasus on his bed, puts the crossbow somewhere close and turns to leave.
As Jaxler starts to wake up, he notices a stallion in the middle of his room. “Wha… what are you doing in my room Indigo?”
“You were asleep in the middle of the road. You are now in my squad and therefore my responsibility. Since we don't train this month, I didn't have to wake you up, so I took you to your room instead.”
Jaxler was slightly groggy. “You know, I don't like it when ponies worry about me, I also feel a bit disrespected.”
“Getting drunk and sleeping in random places and sometimes pissing or vomiting all over yourself certainly won't earn you any respect. You are now in my squad, I'm responsible for you, and I don't want ponies to laugh at you. I'm leaving now, you wasted enough of my time.”
“Don't let the door hit you on the way out.”
Indigo leaves, closes the door and goes to the dining hall, which is now crowded, so he needs to wait for his turn. Another annoyance, but at least he can listen to ponies chatting in the line. The dining hall is getting too small and will need to be expanded.
From then on Indigo doesn't specifically look for Jaxler each morning, but if he stumbles upon him, he brings him to his room, and is usually reasonably gentle about it. It still annoys him, though. This is not exactly caring, but a substitute for it is better than nothing.
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(( Timber, 259: Misc object user ))
Jaxler was training with a dummy. Throwing hits and bucks was fun and all, but it was starting to get rather boring. He was not a believer in “training a kick a thousand times to make it natural.” The last thing the pegasus wanted was for training to get to mundane, so Jaxler figured that he might as well 'demonstrate' some 'skills' to the other squad mates. He walks over, picks up a *shale chair* and swings it at his target. The chair leaves a huge gash in the diamond dog sized training device. The strike would have easily disembowelled a medium sized stallion and made a sickening sound that reverberated throughout the training area. “That's how you win a fight!”
Indigo is stunned for a moment. “Jaxler, what the hay was that?”
Jaxler shrugged “I thought I was getting rusty at using furniture as weapons and wanted to see if I was still competent at killing stuff with a chair”
Indigo: “Next time you want to do something like this, okay it with me first, understood?”
Jaxler “Meh, Fine”
“Well, I'd pick a real weapon over a chair any day, but I guess this could be useful in a bar fight and having an improvised weapon is much better than none at all.” Indigo looks at the damaged dummy and fortunately whole chair, rising his brow. ”Humph, don't underestimate a determined enemy, no matter what he uses for a weapon. Now, can you fix it Jaxler? Because If not, I'll have to report it to Halberd. We're not supposed to be breaking equipment.”
“I'm a wood crafter, if I couldn't fix a dent or two, I wouldn't be breaking it.” answers Jaxler.
“Well, go about it then. I'd rather not have to explain this to Halberd.” The amount of work to fix something is always more than to break it, so maybe you'll think twice before doing something like that again. “The rest of squad: back to training basic swings.”
From then on Jaxler sometimes brings random items, like chains and chair legs for sparring sessions, so the other recruits can familiarise themselves with them, but for the most part they still use training weapons.
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(( 259: Jaxler brings a fixed crossbow. ))
(( The dates don't quite work out for this scene. The caravan from Coupledye comes in Obsidian, while the reserves train in Hematite and Timber. Since we used those, maybe this scene should be in 260 or Indigo should randomly stumble upon Jaxler when they don't train. Anyway, here it is: ))
Jaxler walks into the barracks with his now fixed crossbow for another training session with the reserves. Indigo notices the restored weapon and stares at it. After a moment he regains his speech. “Wow... where did you get that?” Did you steal it from the caravan? They had a decent bowyer with them.
Jaxler is as happy as he could be, to have his crossbow repaired. His best and most beloved possession is finally restored to its former glory and even Indigo's annoying questions couldn't possibly kill his good mood. “It's my old crossbow”
“What do you mean, it's your old crossbow? Do you take me for a fool?” Even Jaxler is usually not this shameless about lying.
Jaxler is now slightly pissed off. How could somepony dare assume that Jaxler is a liar? “I had it fixed.”
“What do you mean fixed? That thing was beyond fixing, unless you spent a fortune on it.” Indigo comes closer and takes a better look. There are a lot of similarities between this crossbow and the old one, but many parts look new.
“Flux paid for it, he sold his piccolo, If you think I'm lying then just go ask him about it.”
Falcata said, Flux was playing a piccolo, but a single instrument couldn't possibly pay for it. I make them, so I know the prices. “Flux? I highly doubt he would have enough bits... unless.” Indigo gives a snort. “Stiletto, she is rich and Flux is her plaything. She must have paid for it. I just wonder what she will have Flux ask of you in return. Now that you owe him.”
“I saved that pony's life, and we're good friends. I don't owe Flux anything and if you talk shit about Flux, I'll make sure to be a bit more 'rough' next time we spar.” answers Jaxler.
Indigo's eyes narrow. “True, enough. You saved his life and he owed you, but that is no reason to make threats.” He looks at the crossbow again and notices studs made of strange, blue metal. “And what is this? It doesn't look like silver or steel.“
Jaxler takes note of the pony's question. “It's nether silver, steel nor platinum. It's something far too insidious for me to dare speak aloud.”
Indigo gives it a quizzical look. “Insidious? A metal? Star iron makes for very good steel, but I wouldn't call it insidious. And it isn't deep blue...”
“The metal is something to rare for any normal pony to know what it is. ” answers Jaxler.
Normal pony? “So... where would you get a rare and expensive alloy and why use it for something as flamboyant as a decoration?”
“It's not like I had enough of the metal to use it on something more practical and I was sorta obliged to restore my crossbow to its original condition.” answers Jaxler.
“Obliged by who?”
“You don't willingly let something that saved your life fall apart. It's morally incorrect to let something that you owe your life to rot.”
Indigo rises his brow “You have a moral code?”
“Yeah, I do…”
“It would me morally incorrect to let down someopny you owe, but an object? Things fall apart, that's just the way it is. I take care of my tools, but they all eventually have to be replaced anyway.”
“Ponies fall apart a lot easier than inanimate objects and you don't just let something that's saved you from getting destroyed, be destroyed. It's bucking disrespectful, and prideful.”
Indigo shrugs. “If you feel this strongly about it, fine.” But I'm really surprised Flux would do something like this. “And since you now have such a great weapon, do try to take proper care of it, unless you want to ruin in in a few years by hitting ponies with it and leaving it in the morning dew to get wet. Now that would surely go against your moral code, wouldn't it?”
“Fine”
"Well, since you have a newly repaired weapon, lets change our schedule, get more crossbows and go to the shooting range. Partisan's squad isn't training, its been a while since out last target practice and we have some wooden bolts."
Indigo didn't bug Jaxler about the crossbow again, but he asked Cinder and Billows about the blue metal. They dismissed it as some clever metallurgy trick. There are some ways to change a metal's hue (to make a green pattern on steel breastplate for example) and some metals, such as aluminium, are pretty light. If Adamantine existed, it would be way above Jaxler's ability to own it, so he must have been sold a fake. Still, it looked nice and Indigo decided not to bring up the subject with Jaxler.
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(( Summer 260: Exploring the caverns ))
(( In-game Naginata's and Indigo's squads were doing it, but the other reservists were asleep or otherwise busy. ))
A few months after the massacre and some time after Amor asked Jaxler to defend Indigo, the military is finally sent to the caverns. Just as Indigo suggested earlier, Naginata's squad leads the exploration, although without the now-absent Stiletto, which made the choice moot. Contrary to what Indigo wanted, the reservists were told to go down there as well, but he and Jaxler are the only ones to show up at the airlock. Indigo complains that life would be much simpler if ponies did their duty, but can't shake the feeling that the rest of his squad were the smart ones. These caverns are dangerous. Better to face a disciplinary punishment than a possibility of death.
The caverns are like a strange, alien world to the ponies, and they feel as if the surface is a thousand kilometres away. Lit by multiple lamps and light spells, the cave is magnificent, a vast underground expanse of exotic and wonderful sights. Wet walls glisten in the dimness, almost as if gems were embedded in the rock. There are a few occasional stalactites, hanging like small daggers from the cave roof, but with no flux layers above the caverns there isn't enough calcium for there to be lots of them. The floor is muddy and slippery, though covered in some kind of mushrooms and other vegetation. Some of the plants and fungi are as big as trees. A few of them look as if they are bleeding, but upon closer inspection, it turns out to be just a viscous, sticky red sap. Unfortunately, without Stiletto the ponies find it hard to tell which of these plants may be useful. Here and there are a few smooth, valuable spider-webs, usable for making exotic spider silk cloth. Some brightly coloured insects, spiders and other little beasties are occasionally disturbed from their resting places and scurry away from the ponies, but there isn't anything dangerous this time around.
Admiring the sights is not what what they are here for, though, so after a short break to acclimatise themselves to the caves, the soldiers move out. They all walk together in one big group, to quickly overwhelm any possible opposition that may be lurking about. While the caverns seem to stretch on forever, and some strange sounds can occasionally be heard, nothing really troubles the expedition.
A big area around the airlock is explored and a map of it drawn, with ore veins and other potentially useful resources marked clearly. The unicorns set up their alarm spells to make an early warning system and hopefully prevent any more incursions by the monsters that have plagued the town from below. Being the only competent mason in the group, Indigo looks around for narrow passages to wall off a large section of the cavern, but finds no worthwhile choke-points. If the ponies are going to carve a piece of this strange world for themselves, he thinks, it is going to take months of work and a semi-permanent camp down here.
The expedition takes several days to complete their goals ((months in-game, but that would be too long)). Drawing an accurate map, checking every hole and casting multiple spells all take considerable time. The ponies have all the food and drink and other needed provisions, but sleeping in the caverns is still a rather strange and unsettling experience, even when posting guards. To Indigo the caverns are full of eerie beauty, though mysterious and best approached with caution.
When Jaxler learned about being sent to the carerns with Naginata's squad, he made sure to bring good quality metal bolts and filled his flask with strong alcohol. Down there, he drank just enough not to face the caverns sober, but otherwise stayed focused. While some of the expedition stared at everything with wide-eyed stupor or busied themselves with their tasks, not really paying much attention to their surroundings, Jaxler stayed vigilant. Last time he went to the caverns, he almost died horribly, so the place made him edgy. This time he had a squad of competent soldiers on his side, but the knowledge, that some unfathomable abominations, that could jump out of the dark and kill him at any moment, live in the dark places of the earth, made him keep his guard at all times and sleep with proverbial one eye open. While some of the others were exploring, drawing a map, taking samples and casting spells, Jaxler focused on the task at hoof: keeping his eyes and ears open and being paranoid about any potential danger. When they finally returned to the surface, he was happy to be alive and went for a drink.
Finally, when they are done, the group returns to the airlock and are let back into the mines. They return to the surface in the middle of the night, thankful for the dim moonlight above rather than harsh, glaring sunlight after so long underground. For Indigo, it is good to be home, take a bath and sleep in a real bed. He reports the absent reservists to Halberd and demands a disciplinary punishment for them.
Post by: Omicega on May 03, 2012, 05:23:12 pm
Post by: Dsarker on May 05, 2012, 06:10:06 am
Friesden was just finishing her guarding duties for the day, and happily turned her head to home. The job was nice...just a little boring, at times. But now she was going to be able to go home and spend time with her father and her niece and nephew. That was the part of the day she loved best.
Kat intercepts her while she was walking home, Seeing Friesden from quite a distance away. “Friesden!” She calls out happily. trotting over “I just heard! You became a Mayoral guard!” she chirped excitedly.
Friesden turns to Kat with a smile, before giving her a hug. “Kat!” she says happily, before lowering her voice. “Mum...” Her voice returns to a normal level as she says “So you heard, did you? What do you think?”
Kat beams her that sweet warming smile that she always like to give her. she reaches out a hoof to stroke Friesden’s mane softly as she hugs her. Hugging back at the Zony “hehe, I’m very proud of you my little Friesdizzy.. You did a great thing saving Longshot’s life you know? there’s.. Even a gift I’d like to give you about that if you bring me your sword.” she said and ruffles her mane playfully. Happy to talk to her again.
“Well...I have my sword right here, hehe. I was just on duty. I’m...” Her voice drops into a whisper again. “Thank you, mum...”
Kat beams even brighter. Feeling ever so happy and cheerful. And to hear friesden whispers that.. She didn’t hear it fully, but she’s pretty sure she knows what she’s whispering. “It’s alright.. my little Friesdizzy.” Kat said as she strokes softly onto Friesden’s back, hugging her.
Friesden hugs her mother tight. She was so happy now. She had a real family...Her father loved her, and so did her mother...It was unlike ever before.
Kat stayed there in the hug for a nice while before having to regretfully let go, still smiling “Come on Friesdizzy, We need a get-together and talk more. and maybe a Celebration too.. I haven’t get to see you much lately.”
“I’m sorry, I’ve been so busy training with dad and helping him take care of my nephew and niece I haven’t been able to see you much, mu-” Friesden stops, burning with embarrassment. “I-I-I-I’m sorry, I...I meant to say...Um...”
Kat smiles and giggles, pulling Friesden into another hug again “It’s alright Friesdizzy.. I can always be your mummy.. always..”
Friesden relaxes into the hug, her tension leaving her. “Thank you, mum...”
Kat pats her daughter softly with a smile, letting go of the hug once more. “Come on Friesdizzy, let’s go. We’ve got so much to talk about.”
Post by: Omicega on May 05, 2012, 08:54:20 pm
Post by: TALLPANZER on May 06, 2012, 12:43:37 am
The heavy armor clad figure of Stiletto knocked softly on Virtue's door. The extra large amethyst Alicorn held her helmet off to the side with her magic.
Storm Cloud answers the door. He's initially shocked to see an alicorn at all, much less Stiletto, much less garbed in such strange armor. "Stiletto?" he cautions.
Stiletto nods "Yes it is me, It has been a long time, Storm Cloud, is Lady Virtue available to speak?"
His mouth hangs agape for a moment before he recollects himself. "Oh, um, yes, she is. Come in."
Stiletto follows Storm Cloud inside "Thank you."
Virtue is busy looking into a stack of work orders as the two come inside. "What is it?" she asks in a weary tone before slowly looking up to Stiletto. Her exhausted eyes go wide as she sees the alicorn.
Stiletto wanted to rush forward and take Virtue into her forelegs and wrap her wings around her tightly, but she controlled herself, Greeting Virtue with a friendly smile "Hello Lady Virtue. I have returned. On behalf of the Deutschmeiner, I offer your land my aid in arms."
Virtue smiles broadly. "Stiletto! I'm glad to see you... how have you been? Has Glyph returned too?"
Stiletto breaths in deeply "No, he is at home, with our daughter."
"Your daughter?" She smiles a bit wider still. "Congratulations!" Then her face falls a bit. "...but I know you wish you could be with her..."
Stiletto "She is strong, she understands my obligations." She glances at the ground, "I would like to be with her though."
Virtue nods understandingly. "I understand... I'm sorry." She thinks back to what Stiletto said and asks, "But... you said you've been sent by the Deutschmeiner? This is their decision, not just yours?"
Stiletto sighs "I made some political maneuvers to get myself assigned here. We send troops to any kingdom that needs defense. This means I am yours to command in the defense of your boarders, and you may send me home it you ever feel the need."
"I see..." Virtue responds. "If this does break into war... the Deutschmeiner could get caught up in a war with the rainbow coalition... are they willing to risk that? Or are they not officially getting involved?"
Stiletto "As long as you use us only in defense and do not become the aggressor, the council of princesses will back your kingdom. If somepony goes to war with our neighbors, we defend our neighbors."
"That's reassuring... we certainly won't be launching any attacks of our own. But what if Coupledye does?"
Stiletto "You will have choices, one, send me home. Two, ask me to leave the Deutschmeiner military proper and join your land as a mercenary. Three, secede from Coupledye and claim your own kingdom."
"I certainly couldn't ask you to leave their military, nor would I begin to consider seceding from Coupledye..." Her face grows more troubled at the mere thought of it. "Let... let us hope it doesn't come to that."
Stiletto shifts in her armor "Let us hope. Until then, what would you have me do?"
"Yes... let's." She thinks for a moment. "I... well, I suppose we'll need to get you situated again. Your old apartment is still available. And I'm sure Naginata would like to have you back under her."20:28
Stiletto nods "I will be nice to live in a familiar place again. I have a new weapon, will Naginata be alright with me using it?"
"I don't think so, but perhaps we should go speak to her? I'm sure she'll be happy to see you too."
"I know I would be glad to she her, and her herd. Has she had anymore little darlings since I left?"
Stiletto
"Yes, she had another colt this year named Espadon," she replies as she stands to lead Stiletto outside.
Stiletto stands to follow "May I ask how you have been on a personal level."
Virtue hangs her head slightly. It was tempting to tell her everything that had happened, but she decides it best to keep it mostly to herself. "I... I've been better. The upcoming war weighs heavily on everypony's minds."
Stiletto: "You can always lean on me Lady Virtue, I am her to share your burdens."
"Thank you, Stiletto." She was going to need as much support as she could get...
Stiletto moves close to Virtue and lifts one of her wings "You are welcome, any time." she says quietly
Virtue smiles and nods, continuing on to the barracks.
Post by: Dsarker on May 06, 2012, 04:51:33 am
Kit was having a wonderful evening in the dining hall, Just sitting there enjoying her dinner and drinks.. Of course it would’ve been better if she have ate Dinner with Kat and not alone, But her sister’s off with Flux again and she doesn’t mind that. Good day, Good food, good time, yep. It’s going to be a good night.
Friesden walked through the dining hall, and spotted her mother at one of the tables. Hurrying over, she gave her mum a hug. “Hello mum,” she said, happily.
Kit squeaked in surprise, Confused that she just suddenly hugged by a Pony she didn’t really know and gets called a mother.. With a confused blush she hugs back softly, confused “um.. um.. uh.. h-hello?” she squeaked out shyly.
“Mum?” Friesden hesitantly asked. Her mother didn’t usually act like this... “Um...You’re Kat, aren’t you?”
“um..” Kit squeaks again, sinking slightly in embarrassment “I’m.. um.. Kit.. Kat’s.. younger sister..”
Friesden releases the pony...her...her aunt? She releases her aunt quickly, a blush quickly appearing on her face. “Oh...Um...Sorry. Um. I...Sorry. I thought you were mum...Um...Sorry...”
“It’s.. um, okay.” Kit said out while still blushing. Giving her a little shy smile. “it was.. um.. nice. Getting hugged..”
“Oh...Um...Um...Um. Sorry for mistaking you for mum...um...auntie Kit?” Friesden tries out, cautiously.
Kit squeaks out again shyly. “It’s.. um.. okay.. uh.. I.. never knew Kat had a daughter already..”
“Um...I...My...My parents didn’t like me...so...they kicked me out. But mum...and then dad...they became my new parents. They looked after me.”
Kit Ooohh’d a little then nods “aw.. I’m sorry to hear that.. What’s your name? and.. did you.. um, Like, having Kat as your mum?” She asked Curiously. Interested in getting to know with her apparent niece.
“I’m Friesden. But Mum likes calling me Friesdizzy. She’s a nice mum,” Friesden says.
Kit nods and smiles. “A pleasure to meet you, Friesden.” She chirped happily. Glad to apparently make another friend.
“It’s nice to meet you too, Auntie Kit,” says Friesden happily.
Kit was unsure about what to feel, finding her niece here like this. Then realize that since she’s in the dining hall, she’s probably hungry “so.. um, Friesden? do you want to have something to eat with me? I’ll still be eating for a little while.
“That’s a nice idea. I’d love to eat with you, Auntie,” Friesden says, and she goes and gets some food to eat, before returning to the table. “So...Um...I...I don’t know much about you.”
Kit smiles sweetly with a faint blush across her face “well, I.. Don’t know much about you neither. So.. um, I guess we’re even? hehe.” she said out a little nervously. Not that she finds the company bad or anything, Just a little odd to be talking to her niece that she never knew existed until today.
“Hehe... Well...Um...I’m a swordspony! I’m the mayoral guard...um...Fauchard is my father...Um...I’m not sure what much else I can say.”
Kit tilts her head slightly “Ooohh, a Warrior too! I’m sure Kat’s proud.. and, you called Kat mum, and this.. Fauchard father.. soo.. are they two... you know?”
“Oh, um, um, no, no. Um...It’d be nice if they were...but...um, no. No. Um. Um. No.”
Kit ponders for a moment.. having little ideas “hmm.. do you wish they were?”
“Oh...Um...Sort of. But...I think Dad...I think Dad had a wife...but...something happened to her. I...I don’t...I don’t want to....I don’t want him to be unhappy....”
“oh.. um.. well.. do you... do you think he’ll be.. unhappy with Kat?”
“Oh...Um...I...I...It’s...It’s...Because of his wife...I...Um...Mum is nice...I..Um...I’m sorry...”
Kit pats her niece softly with a smile “don’t be.. Atleast you’re happy to have her and she’s happy to have you. That’s all it matters, right?”
“Um...I...Yes? I think so...” Friesden pauses. “Um...Are you happy with Kat?”
Kit smiles a little sweeter for her Niece. “of course I am.. She’s the bestest sister I could ever ask for. And I feel happy for you that you’re her daughter..”
“T-t-t-thank you. She’s a really nice mum.”
“hehe.. she is huh?.. well, I’m glad I’m your auntie too. You’re a.. very sweet and.. Beautiful mare.. you know?” she said. smiling softly while nomming a little at her food. Finding herself less awkward around her niece now that she’s getting to know her.
“Oh...Um...Thank you,” Friesden says, turning her face down with a blush, and starting to eat the food she had brought.
Kit nods with a blush aswell. Continuing on with her food. It’s been pleasant to get to know her, She even have pretty stripes too! She wanted to ask more about the Zony but she’s afraid that she might be poking at some sensitive subject and doesn’t want to risk it.. so she just continues on eating and drinking away with the company of her niece.
“So...Um...Um...Why did you come out here?” Friesden asks.
“Well.. uh, I wanted to come find Kat again.. And stay with her.” Kit answered with a smile “It was the best choice i’ve ever made.”
“It must be nice to have a sister like her. O-o-o-or like you, of course,” Friesden adds hastily.
Kit giggles slightly at Friesden’s adorability. “Aww.. Thankyou. It must be nice to have a Daughter like you too.. but a Niece’s fine too.”
“T-t-t-thank you,” Friesden says with another slight blush. I must be the luckiest mare alive, Friesden thinks, having the best dad, the best mum, the best brother, the best sister, and the best aunt ever!
Post by: jaxler on May 06, 2012, 11:26:37 pm
Moral was walking into Dawnpick. The alicorn didn't know exactly why he decided to move to a little town in the middle of nowhere. Something about adventure or excitement. The place seemed more boring then the ponies in coupleday or whatever the place is called made it sound. Moral really didn't care much though. The Alicorn Just walked up to the keep and knocked on the door. "EH ello anypony here?"
Post by: Telgin on May 06, 2012, 11:35:56 pm
Post by: jaxler on May 06, 2012, 11:38:04 pm
Moral tilted his head slightly at the pony in front of him.
"Aye, I kinda just walked into town and I'd like to talk with lady venture or whoever is running this place, Dat' fine with you?"
Post by: Telgin on May 06, 2012, 11:43:06 pm
Storm Cloud gives him a curious glance and disappears inside for a few moments. When he returns, he opens the door and motions for Moral to step inside. "She'll see you."
Virtue is sitting at her desk, pushing aside some paperwork as he enters. She looks up and gives him the best smile she can. "Hello, how can I help you?"
Post by: jaxler on May 06, 2012, 11:47:34 pm
Moral walked in and took a seat in front of virtue. "So... Lady Vendor, I just came into town and I'd kinda like to live here." Moral started leaning back in his seat with a blank expression on his face.
Post by: Telgin on May 06, 2012, 11:52:39 pm
Virtue puzzles for a moment at him using the wrong name and seeming to have such an indifferent attitude. Most ponies came here for a reason or another, and knew a little about Dawnpick before coming. "It's, um, Virtue," she starts, pointing a hoof to herself. "And I think we can find someplace for you to stay. I don't think I've caught your name yet?"
Post by: jaxler on May 06, 2012, 11:55:22 pm
Moral puts his hoof up to his chin and ponders for a moment. "I want to say it's Ideal something... nope that's not it... um MORAL um... Moral Decay that's my name, also thanks lady... What's you name again?"
Post by: Telgin on May 07, 2012, 12:00:16 am
That... was interesting. This pony wasn't sure of his own name? And... Moral Decay? What sort of name was that? Still, she keeps the smile on her face. "Virtue Cookales," she reiterates. "So, Mr. Moral, we've got room for you to stay. What sorts of things are you good at doing?"
Post by: jaxler on May 07, 2012, 12:05:13 am
Moral stopped thought o himself for a moment. "well, I can poke things with a spear until they stop moving. Last I remember I was pretty good at that. I can make wood into pretty shapes. Also I can fly, and I'm pretty good at makin' up spells." Moral then raised his hoof up to the wizard hat he had on. "So Lady Volvo, what do you think I can do around the fort?"
Post by: Telgin on May 07, 2012, 12:12:33 am
Poking things with a spear until they stop moving? And he was having difficulty remembering her name, much less his own? She was pretty sure she didn't want him going near anything sharp. Making up spells worried her a bit too. If he was as scatter brained as he sounded that might not be a good thing for him to be doing. Woodcrafting sounded pretty innocent though, even if they weren't really short on such labor.
"Woodcrafting, you say? Well, we could possibly use somepony else to help out with that."
Post by: jaxler on May 07, 2012, 12:22:53 am
"Okkkkaaaayyy then... Gosh I really wanted to using a spear. wood carving was always fun though. So lady Revolving Door could I possibly enter a reserve unit for the local militia. I'd honestly prefer not to allow for my skills with a spear to rust while I whittle away wooden crafts all day. I, mean allowing my skills to decay would leave me demoralized and... feeling uh... goo, no bad!"
Post by: Telgin on May 07, 2012, 12:30:00 am
He wasn't doing much to help his case. Still, if he really wanted to join the reserves then that was Indigo's decision. She could forbid it of course, but she really doubted Indigo would allow him in the reserves like this. She felt just a bit guilty for seeing it as a chance to get a bit of revenge on Indigo for putting her through so much stress. He was trying to be helpful after all, it wasn't his fault his suggestions worried her so much. But where was she...?
"Oh... well, I'll tell you what. We do have a military reserve here, commanded by Indigo, one of our masons. If you're interested you can talk to him about it. While off duty you could help the wood crafters out. How does that sound?"
Post by: jaxler on May 07, 2012, 12:37:14 am
Moral smiles and says "That sounds swell, Madam Double Door!" This was great Now moral could work with wood and use a spear. "So, how nice is it here in Dawnpipe?"
Post by: Telgin on May 07, 2012, 12:43:33 am
Her face shifts to a small frown. "It's... been better, if I'm honest. Haven't you heard of the merchant party tragedy? Before that things were going quite well here, but ever since then we've been worried sick that we might face armed retribution for what happened."
Post by: jaxler on May 07, 2012, 12:47:15 am
"Oh, well I didn't know about the waterbowtie ponies being mad with this place, but if anypony dares assault the outpost that I reside in then I shall immolate the very souls from their mutilated corpses. So, If any bad ponies attack, you has me to help!"
Post by: Telgin on May 07, 2012, 12:53:00 am
Virtue is silent for just a moment. She hadn't been more convinced of many things than that this pony was somewhat out of his mind. He shouldn't be let near anything sharp and if she could keep him from using magic she'd strongly consider it. This was most distressing. Still... if he talked to Indigo there was no way in the world he was going to let Moral into the reserves.
"I... I see. Well, you should go see Indigo about that. He's probably out by the mason workshops now. A blue unicorn stallion, you can't miss him."
Gods have mercy on her, what was she about to put Indigo through?
Post by: jaxler on May 07, 2012, 01:04:26 am
Moral had a big smile on his face "Thank you miss Two Derp" Moral then got up out of his seat and started to walk out of the room. once outside Moral walked in some random direction until he reached the fort's wall. he then turned around walked until he found the water purifier. The huge wheel was mesmerizing and Moral couldn't stop staring at the revolving circle. "Good god this thing is spectacular, and um uh... what was a doing again? Oh right, blue stallion named Magenta!"
Post by: Telgin on May 07, 2012, 01:10:39 am
Virtue watches him leave and can't quite place the sensation rolling through her. Some combination of pity, fear and exhaustion. She should probably go let Partisan know about Moral and that he might cause trouble. She lets out a long breath and stands. This was shaping up to be one of those days. Suddenly she didn't feel so guilty about handing Moral off to Indigo. She really didn't feel like dealing with this right now.
Post by: vkiNm on May 07, 2012, 04:42:23 pm
Flux was doing what he usually does: smelting steel in the furnace. He had been getting better and was able to make steel faster than he used to. He was pouring the crucible into the molds for ingots when he hears somepony at the entrance.
Kat runs in Urgently, panting slightly. Her and Stiletto planned together a nice little plan.. “Flux!” She calls out. “There’s this big Alicorn in the dining hall wanting to see you. Sounds Urgent!”
Flux looks up from the cooling ingots, a bit confused. “An alicorn? Why would an alicorn want to see me?” He takes a few steps away from the ingots and towards Kat anyway. If it really was urgent, he probably didn’t have much time for questions.
“Well.. Let’s just go to the dining hall okay? I’ll follow you there soon. Can’t miss it!” Kat said before flying away again after a quick nuzzle for him. not explaining anything.. She needs to get Kit. Plus she couldn’t hold away the smile any longer, once off, she smiles as wide as she could.. Ohh Kit would be so damn happy to meet both of them..
At a set of fine tables in the dinning hall sat a large sized Alicorn, made larger still by the many plates of her fully encasing **Blacksteel battle plate**. She looked about the dinning hall, as if waiting for something.
Flux nervously opens the doors and peeks inside, seeing the imposing armored alicorn. He swallows uneasily, and enters the hall. “Um... you w-wanted to see me?”
The armored figure acknowledges Flux with a gesture of her horn, and an indication with her hoof for him to come and sit with her.
Flux slowly approaches, trying to think why a big, scary alicorn would want to see him. This one looked even bigger than Stiletto! Oh, how he missed her...
“Uh... S-Sir? Why... um, you wanted to see me?”
“Ma’am, or my ladyship.” She said, the smile on her face hidden by her helmet, but shown in her eyes.
Flux blinks a few times, knowing he’s heard that voice before. When he sees her eyes, is when it finally clicks, and he smiles wide. “Or... my Beautiful Love. Stiletto!” He rushes forward to give her a hug, overcome with joy to see her returned.
Stiletto opened her forelegs to embrace Flux and pull him close to her chest. The complicated locks on her helmet were slowly undone by her magic. Her mane fell out about her neck as the great work of blacksteel slid away, and floated gently to the table. “Yes, those are the words, Meine, my, kindest love?” she obviously had not spoken Midpony in awhile.
Flux nuzzles into her, having missed her so much in her absence. “Yes... Oh, Stiletto, I’m so glad you’re back!” He glances around while she holds him, then frowns slightly, confused. “Where’s Glyph?”
Kat nearly knocked the door to the dining hall over as she practically bucks it open, panting and sweating slightly with her sister in-tow. “We’re here!” she announced while still holding a very-confused Kit.
Stiletto nuzzled Flux’s mane before answering his question. “He is at home, our new home in DeutschmeinerLend.” her tone is quiet and doesn’t have its’ usual exuberance.
“Is something wrong?”
“I, I will need to go home again. Officially, I am only here for this war with the rainbows. I can pull strings to stay longer but...”
Kat come over to sit with them aswell with Kit behind. Kit, still a little scared of the Alicorn, decides to sit all nice and well behind her sister. “Is everything okay?” Kat asked, hearing about what they’re talking about.
She whispers into Flux’s ear “I want to go home, and get this Armor off.”
Flux can’t help but blush a bit at Stiletto’s whisper, then tries to re-rail the conversation. “Um... you can’t just move back here after the war?”
“Should I explain each reason now? There are a few of them, and they are full of burden.” Stiletto lifts her wings out invitingly to Kat and Kit too.
Kat happily joins under Stiletto’s wing, snuggling up to her. But Kit still shies herself a good distance away for now.. Giving Flux a little shy smile.
‘I guess not...” He gives Kit a gentle smile in return. “Um... hello?”
“um.. Hello..” Kit squeaks and blushes away shyly as he smiles back at her.
Flux shifts a bit in the embrace to offer her a hoof to shake. “I’m Flux.”
Kit nods slightly and accepts the hoof and shake it softly.. her shy embarrassed self would undoubtedly reminds him of Kat when they met with him under stiletto’s wing all those years ago. “I’m... I’m Kit.. Kat’s.. younger sister.” she introduced herself.
Stiletto turned her head towards Kit and smiled “Hello Kit. I am Stiletto.” She wiggles her open wing.
Kit nods shyly “y-yes.. um.. w-we met.. at the gates..” She said. still shying herself a good distance away unlike her elder sister who’s just happily snuggled under the larger mare’s wing..
“Her sister? All the way from across the sea?” Flux asks, surprised to see more of Kat’s family.
Stiletto cuddles Kat in her wing, careful about the armored bridge “Did you come here to find Kat?”
Kit nodded. Still blushing softly as she paw at the floor lightly with a hoof “y-yes.. from across the sea.. a-and.. yeah.. I come here to find Kat.. and to stay with her.. It was the best decision I’ve ever made.”
“You are a loyal sister, and you are quite... umm what is word? niedlich...”
“Um... has she told you about... us?”
“oh.. um.. n-not so much.. really.. no.. She-She told me that you’re really great ponies and she loves you very much though..” Kit said. stammering slightly
“Kit, realise the weight of my words as I say this, I love Kat, and I love Flux. They are both my lovers, do you understand?”
Kit squeaks softly and sinks a little closer to the floor. Blushing and nodding “Y-yeah.. I.. think so..”
“How do you feel about this? Please tell me your full and honest opinion.”
Flux smiles softly, trying to reassure Kit and show her it’s fine if she doesn’t agree. He doesn’t want to try to pressure her into anything, especially when it’s about love.
“I... don’t know..” Kit said with a little sigh and a quiet whimper.. “but.. at least Kat seems happy about it.. so.. I’m okay with it I guess.. “
“I would very much enjoy your company. You are more than welcome to join us at any time.”
Kit nods shyly in reply.. keeping herself quiet “okay..”
Flux nods and keeps smiling, seeing that Kit isn’t ready to join the hug. He nuzzles into Stiletto for a few moments before breaking the embrace, not wishing to make Kit feel uncomfortable and left out.
Kat sighs out happily, nuzzling up softly against Stiletto’s wing before breaking the embrace aswell. But not before another nuzzle.
Stiletto places her forehooves on the table and folds her wings in behind her wither plates. “What has happened while I have been away?”
“Um... a lot? Lady Virtue is a Dutchess... or is it Baroness? The, uh... higher one... There’s the war, but I guess you know about that already...”
“Yes, the war, how did it happen? The rainbows are usually peaceful.”
“The Embasador died, either poison or just a heart attack. The rest of the caravan... didn’t take it well. They, um... threatened Lady Virtue... the Guard took it even worse...”
Kat nods as she adds “They point a crossbow at Lady Virtue’s face..”
“My poor lady Virtue, that must be weighing heavily on her. I hope I can alleviate some of her burden.”
“She did finally appoint a guard for her and her family. Glaive, Falcata, and, um... somepony? I don’t really know him that well. Oh! Glaive and Falcata had foals, too! Two little alicorns!” Flux smiles as he recalls that. They were adorable foals, and served as a bit of a reminder that not all news was bad.
“Two little Alicorns.” She rubs her chin “They must be a terrible hoof full for the two of them. Do they know a good amount about Alicorn magic? Or how Alicorns fly?” she tilts her head to the side “Maybe I am worried over nothing. Falcata is a strong mare, I am sure she can handle the pressure.”
Kat nods and smiles at that. Agreeing “That, she is. I’m still amazed to this day that she gave birth to two Alicorns! I thought only Alicorns could give birth to Alicorns..”
“Common misconception. There are many with deep royal blood.”
both Kit and Kat oooh’s as they learned something new today.
The four ponies talked for a while, catching up with eachother and, in the case of Kit, getting to know a new friend as she got to know them. And all was well.
Post by: jaxler on May 07, 2012, 10:31:36 pm
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((27th Slate of the year 161.))
Amor had a restless night after learning late that Jaxler nearly lost his life to a Badger-ponies’ blade during a duel with Flux’s apprentice. If it were not for learning of the Stallion’s stable heath, the mare would have visited him in the hospital sooner. Amber’s apartment was adjacent to Amor’s and the two met before trotting off to work but this morning was abnormal. The curly mane Little Pony gave her tools to her apprentice. “Amber, can you start on the mandates without me for an hour?”
The peach mane mare tilted her head from the statement. “Wait, I thought you already convene with the Count… Duchess” The Unicorn stumbled over the most recent change in Virtue’s title before continuing. “Like thirteen days ago. You have another appointment?” The two begin walking out of the tenements.
The legendary mason pony looks towards Amber and enlightens the younger mare. “I am not seeing Lady Virtue today; a friend of mine has been in the hospital from yesterday afternoon and only now I’m getting the chance to see him.” Amor huffs at the thought of finding out as late as she did. Her comment left Amber a little confused as to why her Master had so many friends of the opposite gender, mostly from Amor’s near-absence of friends altogether. The two Unicorns start to go their separate ways for now, and the copper mane pony walks up to the Hospital and is unsure of herself. After a moment, she opens the door and proceeds in but stopped by a sleepy-eyed slate grey coated and scarlet mane Pegasus mare. The two Little Ponies exchanged dialog and Amor makes her way to Jaxler. One doctor is not enough here… and Jaxler might be in here for two months or more. Amor gets to Jaxler’s ‘room’ divided with folding highwood partitions; only to find the Stallion unconscious. She sits down in front the dark colored stallion and is unsure of how to wake him, so she sits there in silence for a few minutes until Jaxler wakes up.
Jaxler woke up. He had an unfamiliar lack of pain in his forehead but he still didn’t remember much of last night. All the stallion knew was that he had his chest carved up by a doctor in emergency surgery, and after that his memory got fuzzy. The pegasus scanned the room around him and saw a familiar mare. “umm… Oh, hay Amor.”
Amor beamed the Pegasus a smile before talking with her voice lower as not to disturb Panacea. “Good morning, Jaxler.” She looks at the cloth sashes holding freshly changed dressing on the Little Pony’s chest and worries come to the surface of her mind but she brushed them away. “How are you feeling?”
Jaxler shrugged, which hurt a lot more than he expected “Well, I’ve been worse.” Jaxler was pleasantly surprised to be greeted by Amor when he woke up. He honestly didn’t like the idea of ponies worrying about him but knowing that somepony would actually care about his wellbeing was a pleasant thought. “So… how long have you been waiting there?”
Watching Jaxler shrug, the mare had to keep herself from cringing in sympathy pains. At the stallion’s question she places her hoof before her snout in thought and places it back after a moment. “Thirteen minutes by my count, so not that long.”
“Well, I’d hate to keep you waiting.” Jaxler was starting to get annoyed by the wound in his chest. The pain from that shrug actually was still lingering, but it wasn’t more than Jaxler could handle. “So, what exactly were you told about me ending up in here?”
The Pegasus’s pain was perceived by the mason-pony and she contemplates methods to remedy the cause of discomfort as he talked. Maybe hash oil mixed with honey, no. Poppy or willow tree bark infusion? …I am no doctor and Panacea may have already gave him something for pain. “The wait was of no consequence and I believe my apprentice would enjoy my temporary absent. Best not to hold their hooves and let them become accustomed to living under their ‘Old Master’s’ shadow along all their lives.” A small hint of displeasure is laced in the Unicorn’s voice but she changes her tone to a better one and pretends not to know who Granite is in answering Jaxler‘s question. “You were dueling Obsidian… Slade or was it Granite? Also is this stallion your apprentice; that of your smithy friend, Flux or both? And where does the badger-pony comes in at, was it all anecdotic, made to save grace from being beaten up by a younger Pony or that none could believe… Granite could do this?” She motions to the stallion’s chest wound
Jaxler really didn’t like the mention of him being beaten by Granite, but figured he could explain what happened. “Well, flux is training Granite to be a furnace operator and I’m training Granite how to fight. Yes Granite beat me in a sparring match once, but I underestimated the little pony. I was having a rematch with Granite yesterday. I won the sparring match with a knockout when a badger pony jumped out a bush and stuck a knife in my chest, hitting my lung. I put a bolt in the thief’s leg when Granite phased back into consciousness and killed the thing. Granite dragged me over here to the hospital. Panacea had to do emergency surgery without any anesthesia.”
Hearing out the Pegasus, Amor senses a trace of irritation in his voice. She was not happy with hearing about the death but as long as it was in self-defense, her qualms ended there. “Panacea is quite the healer and I’m relieved that Granite and you are still alive. Also Flux and you are very lucky to have an apprentice such as him.”
Jaxler shrugged again, even though it hurt horribly to do so. “Yeah, Granite’s a pretty good apprentice. Though, I’ve always kinda been a mentor for the foa… young stallion. After the day I saved him from a snatcher he’s seemed to looked up to me.” Jaxler then looks over to his crossbow. “It seems like whenever he has a problem I’m the one he talks to.”
This time Amor must flinch slightly at the sight of Jaxler shrugging through the pain but recovers as she voices nonchalantly. “Yes, I am happy that you found a student such as him. Amber and I have a similar relationship but…” Her tone becomes more worried at the end.
Jaxler tilted his head a bit in confusion. “But what?”
Biting her lower lip she continues. “Amber is extremely different from me and we scarcely have any relationship outside of work and helping her adjust to life without magic… that may be normal but she makes it difficult. Amber does not like to open up, does the first thing that comes to her mind and likes to do things only by her terms.” She huffs and moves to another topic. “Jaxler, sorry I am here for you, not the other way around.” The mare starts to clicks her tongue on the palate of her mouth.
Jaxler looks concerningly at Amor. Jaxler really didn’t know much about having or being an apprentice but figured he could at least try to help. “It’s fine, it’s not like I haven’t been in the hospital before. I’d say that you might want to try to spend some time with her aside from work or helping her with her lack of magic. Maybe try to have a dinner as friends or something. though I really wouldn’t know much about being an apprentice on account that I never was one.”
“I have had lunch with her before and at times dinner if Indigo’s time does not align with mine but the mare prefers to be alone much more after that. Mostly, I am worried that she still blames herself for the pier falling.” Amor said sorrowfully.
“That’s horrible.” Jaxler really didn’t know what to say or how to fix the situation. “If that’s the case then I really don’t know what you should do aside from being supportive.” The stallion really wished he could help.
Amor sighs and reflects for a moment. “Thank you Jaxler, for your worry and I’m trying to be accommodating for Amber but I might not be enough.” She contemplated her next move before speaking. “I believe in the last batch of migrants we received was a frontier psychologist but I would like to speak with such a pony before referencing them.”
Jaxler knew who she was talking about. He had the pleasure of sharing a conversation with the pony a while back. “Are you talking about Silver Tongue? Last i checked he was a counselor not a psychologist.”
The mare pauses, shuffling on her hooves a bit pondering about Silver Tongue, only pony she known of ahead of time was Judge Jury. Even if this counselor did not learn his mind-craft from a college, he might still be useful. “Tell me about Silver Tongue, if you have any more information on him?”
Jaxler put his hoof up to his chin and pondered for a moment. “He’s a nice guy. From what I know he’s going to try to get an office built for him. Though I haven’t really the slightest clue how good he is at his job”
Huffing the mare gets up from off her docks and stretches. “I will make an appointment with him and find out more myself. Thank you, Jaxler” Amor said before sitting down once more and now wondered how Jaxler was so skilled without learning his craft from somepony. “So where did you pick up your skills if not from another pony?”
“Well um…” Jaxler took some time to think of a way to explain how he learned his skills without giving away much about his past “Well, I learned how to fight after being taken in by my Grandfather. We lived in the slums and I was a sickly foal. I constantly got beat up and mugged. I eventually learned to copy the attacks of those who would hurt me. I ended up winning my first fight by slamming a lead pipe into a mugger’s kidney. I learned how to be a markspony by trial and error and I learned how to be a woodcrafter by whittling bolts for myself.”
Usually the two ponies spoke only of their days living in Dawnpick and the rare remark of Amor’s past. The metallic colored Unicorn paid extra attention to Jaxler’s past as he tells; she sympathizes from experience his life in the slums and holds interest in the Stallion’s grandfather who raised him. “I lived about five years of my youth in the slums so I can imagine your experience. Now how about your grandfather, he must have been a good sort to nurture such a good pony as yourself.”
“My Grandfather was by all means the pure embodiment of pity. The sad stallion lost his wings and his ability to use his hind legs in the alicorn-pegasus wars. He raised me after my family got whipped out by the white plague. The only reason the pony didn’t kill himself was because he honestly didn’t want to leave me alone in this world. Of course nopony would hire an old crippled pony so I had to support us. The city had laws against foal labor so I was forced into a line of ‘less than legal work’ but that was better than being sent off to the death camp we call an orphanage. The man always felt horrible that he couldn’t support me and that I had to do what I had to to survive... Though, regardless of all the downsides of living with the guy, it was worth it. He always managed to help me with my problems. He laid the groundwork that created my opinions and ideals. All the good things about me are in some part thanks to him.”
Amor sets there contently and held to every word the Pegasus uttered but a small amount of regret rose up in her. Because of her Old Master, the mare known of the white plague, the victims had their nervous system wrecked by a parasite. The namesake of the plague came from seizures; white light was all they saw during the convulsions. “I’m happy that you had such an influential pony in your life and dismayed that you had such a hard life but… maybe it was all for the best. I understand it that you would not have became the pony you are today without all you have been subjected too.” She smiles at Jaxler with the hopes that her comment is taken as she meant it. “And that ‘less than legal work’ is all in the past, we all done regrettable things and bound to make more mistakes in the future.” The copper coat mare keeps from looking away in shame and keeps her focus on Jaxler.
Jaxler gazed back over to his crossbow. “I really doubt that being the pony I am today is a good thing.” Jaxler honestly felt like he was being distrustful to Amor. The pony really hadn’t seen much of his dark side. He thought that if Amor had even the slightest glimpse of Jaxler’s belligerent self she’d probably avoid the pony altogether.
The stallion struck a nerve in the mason-pony and her ears draw back. Her voice raised barely under room level as she talked but her words became more stressed as she continued. “You are a good pony, Jaxler. You saved Granite; you were in the guard, now in the service of the reserves and most of all my friend. Same as Indigo who spends much of his waking hours laboring at any job he is needed at and cares enough to contemplates ways to make Dawnpick more efficient. Jaxler you are a good pony.” She stands up ready to leave with watery eyes and whispers. “Your past is all you need for punishment and lessons; you’re present to make the right actions and your future to move past all the wrong.” She attempts to leave in a near trot doing very well in keeping the tears back.
Jaxler hated it when others worried about them, and Amor was doing just that. Even worse she was about to cry because of something he said. Jaxler knew that for one reason or another he probably wasn’t going to see himself turn 90 and he didn’t want to see others be hurt because of him. “Amor, I don’t like it when ponies worry about me.”
The stallion was not helping his case with the mare and at the foot the injured pony’s bed she turns to face him. “What are friends for if not to worry about each other; Jaxler you can not decide how others feel. Only they can…” Amor was lost; the two were akin to foals arguing about things they had no need to argue about. Why does he show such belligerence when others worry for him. Thinking as she sits back down and sighing before beginning again. “Jaxler, if you want to stop worrying ponies then cease talking like that. You have done nothing for me to claim that you as a bad pony.” The Unicorn looks to the ground for a moment before returning her gaze to Jaxler. “So why do you insist in doubting yourself.” I pale in comparison to how good everypony here is.
Jaxler was speechless for a moment. The pony really hated that question. “Why do I doubt myself? WELL I’m used to seeing things that I care about catch fire around me and being one hundred percent incapable of doing a thing about it. I don’t bucking doubt myself because I know I’m going to fail. I mean, I probably don’t even have another ten years on this earth and I’m a bucking drunken mess that’s freakin’ unstable to keep a bucking job. My only real value to this town was being a meat shield for any dumb sod who ended up in danger and turns out that apparently too bucked up to do that.”
The reality of the matter dawned on her that this was not the time or place to be arguing and she calms down. “Sorry, Jaxler but you are still here and so is Dawnpick; you are here still and long to care. Wise mares never sit and wail their loss, but cheerily seek how to redress their wrongs. Nothing is lost until you give up, Jaxler. If you doubt the fate you choose for yourself then you either chose wrong or looking blindly.” She said looking towards the dark colored stallion with her head half tilt.
Jaxler diverted his eyes from Amor to his crossbow. The pony’s words were more like razors then assistance. “How many ponies do you think regret the moment they saved their own life?” The tone in Jaxler’s voice was somber.
Grief tears his heart, and drives him to and fro, in all the raging impotence of woe. She thinks to herself as she answers the Little Ponies question. “Likely as many that have regretted getting their own life saved by another… and in my case in regretting that another had to die to save mine. You are the one that told me the greatest gift was to die for another…” The mare ponders quickly in a notable pause. “and that means that saving a life is a gift good as any. You are being disrespectful to your own culture Jaxler, in renouncing your own gift.” She slams her hooves into the floorboards as she finishes her statement.
Amor’s mention of his culture made Jaxler even more somber. “My culture is dead.” Jaxler then redirected his eyes back to Amor.
One thing that the mare hated was hearing another in what she considered a lie. “Jaxler that is a lie; you are a product of your culture, as long as you draw breath, that culture lives on. Once you told me what you believe in, then turn around now and say it was dead…” She stopped before labeling him a hypocrite when it clicks in her mind that the Pegasus said not what he believed in but what his home culture believed in. She cased him from her sight and preferred staring at the floor, with her habit of tongue clicking near audible from her closed mouth.
How could somepony say Jaxler was a liar? Jaxler hadn’t told a lie in years and now to have somepony accuse him of being a liar. “My culture, Is dead. I abandoned or forgot most of my culture over the last three decades years. I don’t know my first language any more, I don’t practice our religion and the only tradition I still follow is treating my weapon like a companion. I’ve forgotten our holidays and you know what? That’s what happens when you haven’t seen or heard from another member of your culture in over 25 years.”
The curly mane mare understood or simply could imagine comprehending but even then she was confused. Worse still is that she once more forgot her place and it was coming back to her. The metallic Unicorn returned to Jaxler’s bedside. “Sorry Jaxler… where did we get off on the wrong hoof?” She said looking away still not able to face him.
Amor seemed remorseful now. Jaxler hadn’t intended on being harsh to the mare. “I’m sorry for not shutting my yap.” He then looked away from Amor before continuing. “I’m sorry for being a jerk.” The pony then let out a little sigh.
Hearing the apology she turns to lock eyes but was crestfallen to find him looking away and she huffs. “Jaxler, we were both in the wrong and this is neither the time nor place for such discussions. I forgive you for being a jerk if I’m forgiven too.” The mare realizes she had overstayed and before leaving she says her goodbyes. “I plan to see you again but desire you healthy Jaxler, so I don’t have to visit you in here.” She slowly begins to walk away, wearing a emotional fatigue.
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Jaxler woke up. He was in a hospital bed and was rather irritated about the lack of booze. He knew that Flux would probably come later in the day with some booze, but Jaxler still had his doubts, but right now that was the least of his worries. Last he remembered today was supposed to be the day he met up with Kit. Jaxler really didn’t want to see another pony dislike him. Jaxler was about groaned at the thought, but was cut short when he noticed a pony walking into the hospital.
Kit walked into the hospital with worried looks on her face. Looking around quickly until she finds the black-coated Pony, she trots a little over to him “Jaxler! I heard what happened.. are you okay? well.. I mean, besides being in the hospital I mean..” she asked worryingly.
Jaxler sighed “I’m fine and I’d also like to say I’m sorry I couldn’t show up our date...”
“Oh, about that? It’s okay. We can move it to another time when you’re all well and healthy again.” Kit said with a smile
Jaxler smiled back “Great... So, what exactly did you hear about me?”
“Well.. that you’re in the hospital. Again.” Kit answered worringly “what happened?”
“I training with Granite. Now Granite got knocked out when I heard some an insidious Rustling coming from a nearby bush. I walked over and inspected the shrubbery when suddenly a badger pony jumped out and stuck a dagger in my chest, piercing my lung. I shot my crossbow at the badger pony in hopes of protecting Granite, but I was so shocked by the blade slicing my chest that I missed and only hit the guys leg. Granite got up and killed the badger and rushed me over here. Panacea had to do emergency surgery without any anesthesia...”
Kit eeps and flops her ears a little from that “does it.. Hurts a lot? to get stabbed?”
“I think it does. I’m not a very good at judging things like pain.”
“Well, Atleast you’re still alive and haven’t died yet.”
“Yeah, I guess, But i probably should have blocked that knife with my wing.”
“But getting hit on the wing hurts the most!”
“yes it does, but one can live without their wing and I don’t really care much about pain. Also if I had been hit in the wing all I would have needed was a few stitches, not emergency surgery ”
“well.. you could’ve passed out from the pain you get on the wings... And when you pass out, you’d get killed easily..”
Jaxler thought for a moment, trying to think of a way to explain his position to Kit. “I have a really, high pain tolerance, and I also don’t feel as much pain as other ponies, so I doubt I would pass out.”
“Oh.. well.. That’s.. um, good? right?” Kit asked, unsure if it’s a good or a bad thing to have high pain tolerance.
“It usually is.”
Kit nods as she sits down next to his bed. smiling “Well I’m glad you’re okay then.”
“Me too. ya know, it’s kinda nice to have somepony show up today.”
“Well of course! you’re wounded, why wouldn’t somepony show up?”
“Meh, I guess somepony are jerks”
Kit frown slightly at that. “well.. have.. um, other ponies showed up yet?”
Jaxler smiled a little bit “well, yeah. Flux showed up earlier.”
Kit smiles at that “Oh? hehe. He’s such a kind stallion isn’t he?”
“Yeah, he’s probably the nicest guy I know, he actually paid to have my crossbow repaired.”
“Aww... That’s sweet of him! and it must be really expensive..”
“Yep, he even made the Adamantine studs.”
“hehe, He really must be something isn’t he?” Kit said with a smile, a little sigh escapes her.
“Yeah, ever since saved him from a flock of cave swallows and a cave ogre he’s been nothing but kind to me.”
“I don’t think he’s ever been anything but kind to everypony..”
“I spose’ he has.”
Kit beams Jaxler another smile as she stands up again. “Well, I hope you recover quickly Jaxler. Is there anything I can do for you while you’re still here?”
“I’m fine, Thank you.”
“Okay then. Be seeing you!” Kit chirped again with a wave before leaving Jaxler there once again..
“Good bye Kit”
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Jaxler was dying of boredom. The pain in his chest was annoying, the lack of booze was horrendous. All jaxler wanted to do was walk out of the hospital and get smashed. Jaxler sat up in the bed as best he could, looking for something entertaining when he saw two stallions walk in.
“Hey Jaxler,” Partisan spoke first. He hadn't really talked to him since his arrest, and he still had yet to thank him for jumping in when the Cyclops came.
“Glad to see that you have gotten better. And sorry for taking so long to come by. I have been. . .” His words trailed off as his eyes seemed to look past the physical world, “busy.”
Midnight ran a hoof against his hood, bringing the cloth back to show his face, and a soft smile. “Sorry I didn’t come sooner, how are you doing?”
Jaxler cringed a little bit when Partisan talked. “Yeah...” He then diverted his attention to Midnight. “I’ve been worse.”
“Well, I hope you get better, quick.” Midnight says, before he starts looking around for a spot to sit.
“Have you gotten anything to drink yet?” Partisan asked as he snapped back into the now.
Jaxler snapped his head over to partisan. Jaxler still had a grudge with Partisan, but he wouldn’t let that stop him from getting any booze. “I haven’t had any booze in a while”
“Good. I was hoping for a different situation to give you this, but this will have to do.” Partisan placed a small jug next to Jaxler and stood back. He was never really good with hospital visits, mostly because he rarely had to make them.
“I came here for more personal that official reasons, but, it can wait until later. Do you think you will be back on your feet soon?”
Jaxler started to drink the jug before replying. “It could be six weeks before I get out of here, given I don’t get any complications and if i do get complications from my injury who knows. I might not walk out of here at all.”
Midnight holds back a gulp as he hears Jaxler speak, he keeps from showing any sign of worry he might have. “You seem to be healing up well so far, so I doubt you’ll need to worry too much on the chance for something like that to happen.” He says with a reassuring smile.
Partisan’s reply was simple. “Midnight’s right.”
Jaxler sighed. “It’s fine. Fear is something that really doesn’t bother me much anymore.” Jaxler then downed the jug of booze.
“Just because you don't fear it, doesn’t mean it's something you're not worried about.” He said, slightly mentioning another issue that he could not fully due to present company.
“Or that it isn’t the concern of others. Which reminds me. I am going to have to take that jug when you are done. I can’t afford Jury getting a whiff of what I have done for you, for more reasons than one.”
“Please, don’t worry about me, and also for the love of god, please don’t remind me of that annoying sod, Jury. That prideful jerk just rubs me the wrong way.”
Midnight simply nods as he listens, taking a mental note about talking about Jury, and who not to do it in front of.
Partisan just shifts uncomfortably. “Please do not refer to her like that. I admit she can be very difficult at times, but she does have some redeeming qualities.”
Jaxler gave partisan a disapproving look “Oh really? please enlighten me. What are these redeeming qualities?”
Midnight watches the two as worry starts to fill his mind. He raises a hoof as he considers stopping the two, though he decides to see if they can talk it out. Midnight setting his hoof down as he continues to listen.
Partisan opened his mouth to say the first thing that came to mind, but closed it quickly. Embarrassed at what it was, his hoof kicks up a bit of dust as he rubs the ground roughly.
“Just know that she has them. I am not in the position to say what they are, but they are there.” Coughing nervously, Partisan tried to change the subject to something a little more tame.
“How was the training with Indigo’s squad going? Show off your strength yet?”
“Well, Indigo is annoying and up tight but it isn’t all bad. He’s starting having the other members of the unit spar with me as a way to toughen em’ up.”
Midnight holds back a relieved sigh as he sees them changing subjects. Though otherwise he doesn’t make any responses.
Partisan laughed at the mental image it gave him. “Full on contact like we use to do?”
Jaxler sighed “Yeah, but it would be a lot more enjoyable if I didn’t have to hold back when I’m fighting the recruits. If i actually didn’t hold back when I spar with them I’d probably end up killing one of them.”
“I don’t think that would be possible with sparring, unless you use real weapons that is.”
“Jaxler nearly broke my snout when he bucked me. And I know he was really holding back on that one.” Partisan replied.
“Oh? Impressive, and dangerous for sparring. Do be careful not to kill any recruits. Or maim them.”
“I can smash a pony’s head in with a single punch if I’m pissed off enough.”
“That’s... Interesting, um. I’ll make sure not to make you angry.” He says with a hint of nervousness.
Partisan laughed again. “Thats not that hard, actually. Just give him his space when he needs it and treat him with a measure of respect.” As he finished his sentence his eyes became as big as saucers.
“Oh crap. I needed to finish moving in the rest of the furniture.”
“Hmm? If you would like, I could try and help you with the moving.”
“Errr. . . . Midnight, I don't think that would be necessary.” he said in a calm panic that only trained military and noble ponies would pick up on. “I will take my leave, but, Jaxler. . . “ He left the sentence to float in the air, half finished. “I wanted to ask you if you wanted to come back to the Guard, but it seems you are needed more where you are.” With that, he took the empty jug and left.
Jaxler paused for a moment speechless. He honestly would love nothing more than to drop the reserve and rejoin the guard. He had no regrets in leaving the guard but actually knowing that he was wanted back was a surprised. The stallion needed to think about this.
Midnight smiled a little. “Wow, they wanted you back. That’s wonderful, do you think you can get the position? Or are you happy with the reserves?”
“I don’t know.”
Midnight nods. “I guess it is a big choice, certainly a surprise at the least. I should have guessed that you would need time to think on it. I can give you some peace, if you need it.”
Jaxler sighed “I think I do.”
Midnight gives another nod, before pulling his hood over his head. “I understand, it’s been a pleasure seeing you again, Jaxler. Get well soon, and. good luck if you join the guard. Otherwise I’ll hope not too many recruits are sent back here.” Midnight says, and with the same soft smile he came in with. he waves goodbye, and heads off.
Post by: jaxler on May 07, 2012, 10:33:04 pm
Silver walks into the hospital, looking around for a moment. He asks Panacea a question, then walks towards one of the rooms. He opens the door to find his ol’ philosophical questions buddy in a hospital bed. He waves slightly and says to him quietly, “Hey Jaxler.”
“OH, hay there Silver"”
“You alright? I heard you were wounded.”
“I’ve been worse.”
“Still, being laid up in a hospital bed with a hole in your lung is far from good. Judging by the fact you’re awake and alive, you’re probably going to live, I’d think. How soon do they think you’ll recover?”
“I’ll probably be here about another six weeks, that is of course unless I get any complications”
“I hope it doesn’t come to that. Is there anything I can bring you?”
“BOOZE, Lots and lots of booze!”
“I could probably get some in. Any requests on what kind?”
“The strongest booze you can manage to find. Also make sure Panacea doesn’t see you come in with it.”
“I don’t know that it’s quite healthy to dilute your blood with quite that much alcohol. I’m no doctor, but I think something moderately strong would be good. Maybe... 40 proof? I can probably see about reserving something stronger for when you get out.”
“I can drink three barrels of 190 proof moonshine on an off night. Bring me some 150 proof.”
“I’m pretty sure that alcohol content in your blood would literally kill every invading disease, so you could never ever be sick on that much alcohol. Of course, it would probably also kill most people. How do you drink three barrels of 190 proof moonshine on a good night, much less an off-night?”
“I have a high alcohol tolerance. I really have been drinking for a while.”
“150 proof is still *really* high for hospital fare. I will admit that being cooped up there for six more weeks would be bad, but 150 proof would probably not be very good for you right now. Settle for... 100 proof? That’s about standard heavy alcohol, rather than disinfectant alcohol.”
“Fine...”
“Now would come the matter of getting it to you. If you can move around, I could pass a bucket in the window to you, or if you can’t I could probably bring a mug in occasionally. If I could find a lidded bucket or a small barrel I might be able to pass that through the window without someone to catch it.”
“if you would give me a waterskin full of booze that would be nice.”
“That could work. So I guess I’ll start bringing them tomorrow, then?”
“sure... So how have you been?”
“Generally pretty good, I’ve gotten a workplace now and I have some ideas for getting word out.”
“That’s good. How do you like your new office?”
“It’s quite nice. It’s cozy and far enough from the general mingling locations I think ponies would feel fine talking about what they needed to talk about, rather than fear eavesdroppers.”
“So how do you plan on getting the word out?”
“I’m thinking a poster at the meeting hall or something, as well as one at my home’s door, then using my home as a reception room. That way, I can be in a fairly public place and then, when needed, traverse to the office.”
“That sounds smart. What exactly do you con console ponies on ,though?
“Whatever they need consoling on. Some things, though, are well above what I know to deal with, major psychological trauma and the like, but I suppose here there won’t be anyone qualified to deal with that, so I’ll end up picking that up too.”
“Psychological trauma, you mean like loonies?”
“Sort of. More like those who have seen something that would break most, but haven’t broken. Somepony who was victim to brutal torture, stuff like that. That’s what I mean, major psychological trauma.”
Jaxler’s eyes widen. “If that’s the case then I should be about stark raving mad by now”
“I don’t mean they go insane. What I mean is that they often do not function at a level society deems as normal. The things they’ve seen, the scars they have, often show up in ways more subtle than lunacy. It may be a word, or a species, or what-have-you, but often it’s something that triggers old wounds. About you though... To me, it just seems you deal with it with very
rampant alcoholism,” says Silver in a joking tone, a smirk crossing his face.
“well, booze does make things a lot easier.”
“I have no doubt, it is powerful at keeping things away. Unfortunately, it can also be a powerful thing to let slip things you don’t want to. To be honest though, you really don’t seem like the kind of fellow who’s had major psychological trauma to me, but I probably just haven’t seen enough. You bear it well, if it has happened, and I mean no offense by that.”
“Meh, I’ve had 29 years.”
Silver sits quietly, not quite knowing what to say to that.
“Aye, are you okay?”
“Yeah, I’m fine. Just not sure what, if anything, to say to that.”
“So, what’s it like being a counselor?”
“I listen to ponies’s problems all day, then find a way to solve them. Often, an outsider’s perspective and my knowledge is all I need, but sometimes it helps to look around myself, of course though, with the client’s permission.”
“So, does listening to others all day ever get annoying?”
“Sometimes. At those times though, I just remind myself that there are those who truly do need my help, rather than just coming to me to blather on about dinner parties and masquerades,” Silver jokes, once more smiling.
“Yeah, I guess you must really enjoy your job.”
“Yeah, helping others is a noble cause, no matter how you do it. And, uh... Speaking of my job, I should probably start putting up those posters. Not getting done any faster sitting here, though it was nice to talk with you. Hope you get better sooner rather than later.”
“See you later.”
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Jaxler was laying in a hospital bed. The lack of booze he had been given over the last couple days was, along with the pain in his chest was keeping him from getting much sleep. All Jaxler could honestly do was think. For him there were few things in the world to think about, and the last thing the stallion should ever be allowed to do is think freely with a sober mind. The world around him was depressing and his own thoughts were of hate, confusion, worry and an entire plethora of emotions, most of which caused the already injured pony more pain. Four days without booze can really mess with one’s mind. Jaxler then noticed a pony walk into the hospital. As far as Jaxler was concerned he really hoped that the mare could distract him from his depressing thoughts.
Jury swishes through the doors, her stride purposeful and head held high. While the town's medical matters are nothing to do with her field of work and are therefore very much outside her jurisdiction, she still struts in as if she owns the place, magically whipping her quill and parchment from her bag as always.
One ward, primitive screening facilities...little privacy. Substandard medical equipment... Jury prods a traction bench with a forehoof, grimacing at the ramshackle nature of the device. She'd rather endure the pain of a broken limb than be trussed up in that thing; it looks more like an instrument of torture than a healing device. The prone form of Jaxler a few beds over goes unnoticed by her as she busies herself with noting things down and tutting disapprovingly.
Jaxler didn’t exactly know why the strange mare was prodding the medical equipment, but he sure as hell wanted to find out. “What the hell are you doing with the traction table?” said Jaxler with a hint of annoyance on his voice.
"Have you nothing better to do than ask questions to somepony clearly more important than yourself? Perhaps a bit of moaning in pain or feeling sorry for yourself?" retorts Jury, taking an instant dislike to the injured pegasus on account of his rude tone. Wounded ponies always annoyed her; all that moping around in bed when they should be focusing on getting back on their hooves as quickly as possible. This one doesn't even look that badly hurt, she thinks, glaring at him.
Jaxler’s face hardened. Off all the things Jaxler hated in the world, pridefulness was by far at the top of the list, and what kind of stupid pony would even think of saying something disrespectful to Jaxler. The pony had a reputation for putting dents in the head’s of ponies who treat him badly. “More important? What in the hell do you do in this fort anyways Jury? This fort has no thieves, murderers, or anything. All you’re going to end up doing is sitting around draining Dawnpick’s food supplies, or look for little tiny problems for you to blow out of proportion” said Jaxler mockingly.
"The simple fact that I was assigned here in the first place should tell you that my presence here is most certainly required," hisses Jury, turning to face Jaxler with a furious expression. "Unless you would call the judgement of the King himself into question? In any case, forgive me if I do not take the opinion of a drunken wastrel with any real credence! Myself and Partisan are doing a vital job in organising the legal documents of this town, not that I would expect a substandard intelligence such as yourself to understand that!"
Jaxler was having fun now. Jury obviously was pissed and Jaxler loved few things more than pissing off those who he didn’t like. “WhOOoooOOOAAaaaAWwwWW, you’re telling me that you’ve been pushing papers. WELL, GOOD GOSH you must do an amazingly important job. I mean, clearly organizing papers all day makes you WAY more important a drunken foal who only saves ponies lives and actually does work. I mean If I wasn’t here 3 ponies would be dead, but again if you weren’t here Partisan wouldn’t have a little helper to assist on the organizing of papers… You must be a real inspiration to us all” The amount of sarcasm in Jaxler’s voice was almost overshadowed by the amusement he was getting from Jury’s rage.
"I doubt that very much; judging by your file the only difference if you weren't here would be that Dawnpick's annual alcohol consumption would plummet," ripostes Jury scathingly. "You are a good-for-nothing lout and a drunken thug, not even worth the medical supplies Panacea is using to treat you. The only work you ever do, by my reckoning, involves pickling your liver with gallons of beer and falling unconscious under the nearest tree."
That was a low blow, but Jaxler really intended to return the favor “Well then I guess that means that all I do is single hoofedly support our booze industry. Also Have you ever wondered why the king would send you to a little crimeless town in the middle of nowhere? Maybe he wanted somepony as annoying and unpleasant as yourself to go away from his regally fat ass.”
Internally, Jury seethes with rage, but she clamps down on it with her trademark iron control. "Crimeless, is it? I say again; whatever your alcohol-addled little brain may think, there is no way I would have been assigned to this town as its judge without good reason. The courts of Coupledye are far beyond any petty dislikes such as you describe, not that you would understand, of course." Jury sniffs dismissively at Jaxler, putting her most haughty expression on as she does so.
Jaxler gets the most mocking smile he can muster. “WELL yep. Of course an ignorant little pony like myself can’t possibly comprehend the big important inner workings of the kingdom and should leave all the thinking in the world up to uptight mindless ponies like yourself and the great king. though of course it’s not like you haft to think either when the king already does it for you!” said Jaxler with an even more mocking tone in his voice.
Pushed over the edge and apoplectic with fury, Jury nevertheless composes herself and crosses the room, deliberately ignoring Jaxler as she flings a cabinet door open, beginning an inspection of the hospital's supplies in cold silence.
Jaxler gets the world’s biggest smile on his face. He hadn’t had this much fun in a while. “OH GOSH I guess that means I win! GOOD GAME MADAM!” Said Jaxler with the most annoying tone any pony could ever dream of speaking with
She smirks to herself, finding Jaxler's immaturity more funny than annoying. Let him "win" his little argument; a pony as debased as him will find his way under my judgement some day, and then we'll see who's the "winner". She'd always loved sentencing ponies, the bigger the punishment, the better it was. Hopefully the disgusting drunkard would commit something serious, so that she could spend many pleasant evenings visiting him in his cell.
Jury slams the cabinet doors shut, having completed her examination. With happy thoughts involving Partisan arresting Jaxler and herself sentencing him to a nice long jail term bringing the tiniest of malicious smiles to her face, she stalks out of the hospital imperiously and without a word, too dignified to leave with a parting shot.
Post by: ZeroInfinity on May 07, 2012, 10:36:43 pm
(http://dl.dropbox.com/u/74348879/Dawnpick/Silver%20Tongue%20Avatar.JPG)(http://i1135.photobucket.com/albums/m638/bradshja/StilettoAvatar.jpg)
Stiletto trotted about the roads of Dawnpick. Her helmet was off, to let the wind blow through her mane, her blacksteel battle armor glistening in the sunlight.
Silver Tongue was passing by, then did a double-take at the monolithic alicorn. Judging by what rumors he had heard, it would be best if he could verify them so he could properly treat them in a professional way. He slowly began to trot towards the alicorn.
Stiletto regarded Silver Tongue as he walked toward her, she lifted a heavily armored hoof and waved “Hello.” she said cheerfully.
Silver waved back. “Hello,” he said. “I haven’t seen you around before.” He ran a critical eye over the armor, wondering in no small amount why the alicorn was allowed to tromp in armored like a fortress.
“Stiletto Trus- LongShanks.” She says as she offers the Unicorn a hoof. “I have just returned to Dawnpick recently, but you were not here when I left, might I ask your name sir?”
“Silver Tongue,” he replied. “Why did you leave? Most people seem to love this town.”
“I had things to take care of back in my homelend. When did you arrive here Mr. Silver Tongue?”
“Nineteenth Sandstone, some time ago now. I quite like it here, nice and calm, though I wish business was slightly less stagnant.”
“Oh, what business are you in Mr. Silver tongue?”
“Counseling. I know there are troubles, it is often all-too-common in frontier towns. However, I am not yet more than a stranger in most ponies’s eyes, and an outsider cannot help. ‘You can only help he who wants to be helped himself,’ and ponies do not want help from someone they do not know. It’s that awkward stage where a business built on ponies cannot sustain itself, for ponies have not come to sustain it.”
Stiletto nods her head “An awful place to be in. There are quite a few troubled ponies around though, maybe you should try putting up an add in the dining hall, or offer your talents to the guard, they have many things to worry about.”
“I could put up something in the dining hall, but without the permission of Duchess Virtue, I fear that may be illegal. She already was kind enough to get me an office built, and I don’t want to be too much of a bother yet. Still, you may have a point, about that and the guards. I’m not sure what help I could be with any serious battle trauma or post-traumatic disorders, though.”
“Wounds from battle leave physical scars that remind you of the mental ones. Talking about those can help sometimes. “ Stiletto hooves at the ground “Perhaps you could place a sign on your door?”
“Believe me, I have. However, the very point of an office was to be somewhat out-of-sight, so as to let people speak without fear of their fellow villagers hearing. That very thing, though, keeps it out of sight of clients as well,” says Silver, shrugging afterward.
Stiletto rubs her chin and thinks for a moment “Maybe you could have a reception office and separate room for the actual counseling.”
“And perhaps rather than ask Virtue to set up a whole other reception building, I could use my home, conveniently located next to other homes. That might work.” He nods in thanks, a smile on his face.
“There is also this building on the edge of town, no one knows what it is for. You could probably use it.” She mused “Though your house might be more private and familiar.”
“On the edge of town, eh? It might be a good spot for a counseling room, but Virtue already had one built for me, and I’d feel downright mean if I let that effort go to waste. As a reception room, however, it’s a bit too remote. Thanks for telling me, though. It’s the thought that counts, right?”
“Thank you.” Stiletto smiles, then get a quizzical look on her face, she leans in and quietly asks “Has Lady Virtue asked for any counseling, she looks very tired these days.”
“Sorry, but I am not quite able to say whether any pony has or hasn’t come to me on business. Confidentiality, you must understand, is of the utmost importance when helping ponies through trying times.”
Raises her head and nods “Yes I understand, I apologize for asking but I am very worried about her you see.”
“I can sympathize with that, trying to ensure ponies are helped. It’s a good cause.”
“Indeed. Is there anything else at all I can do for you?”
“No, I just stopped to talk. Thanks for taking that time for me.”
Stiletto gives Silver a wave good bye and continues on her way.
Silver waves goodbye to Stiletto as she walks away, then continues on his way as well.
Post by: jaxler on May 07, 2012, 10:54:23 pm
Jaxler finally got out of the hospital with a new scar on his chest. His time spent in there wasn't a total waste, he'd much rather sit in a bed all day as apposed to wood working and all the ponies checking up on him was pleasant. But regardless Jaxler had a appointment he had to make. Kit was apparently going to teach him how to fly better. The stallion never really liked (or was very good at) flying and hated the very idea of getting a few meters off the ground, but Kit offered her assistance and he wasn't going to say no to such a pleasant mare. So, Jaxler looked around and spotted the pony he was looking for off in the distance. Jaxler walked over to kit before speaking. "Aye, Kit!"
Post by: vkiNm on May 07, 2012, 10:59:45 pm
Kit perk her ear and twitches it lightly as she heard her name being called, turning around to see Jaxler walking over, She gives him a quick wave and beaming him a smile so cheerful that it could make a grumpy pony sick. "Hello Jaxler!" she chirped. "You're here on time today! Ready for your lesson?"
Post by: jaxler on May 07, 2012, 11:01:35 pm
Jaxler gave a nervous smile. "Um... sure..."
Post by: vkiNm on May 07, 2012, 11:09:42 pm
Kit nods and smiles, Spreading her wings out to give it a few flaps.. It's this moment that Jaxler notice that, for a small mare such as her, she sure have a pretty big wings! "Let's fly onto a cloud and try gliding shall we? It's easy, simple and fun!" Kit chirped out again with cheerfulness of a thousand suns.
Post by: jaxler on May 07, 2012, 11:17:42 pm
Jaxler still wasn't happy about flying. He sighed and said "yeah."
Post by: vkiNm on May 07, 2012, 11:24:03 pm
Kit continues to keep her smile before flying up.. and up.. high into the sky onto a patch of cloud. Waiting for Jaxler to also come up to her "And now.. We glide!" She said and push Jaxler off the cloud before jumping off aswell, wings spread but not flapping. Letting the wind takes her.
Post by: jaxler on May 07, 2012, 11:38:36 pm
Jaxler starts to try to glide, feeling 100% stressed out. If he moved his wings he could die. "SO, How high up do you think we are, heh!" said Jaxler nervously.
Post by: vkiNm on May 07, 2012, 11:42:26 pm
"Very High!" Kit chirped as she glides herself happily through the air, angling herself down to gain some speed before rolling herself slightly over and around Jaxler, giggling "You're gliding waay too stiff! Let yourself go and let the wind take you!"
Post by: jaxler on May 07, 2012, 11:46:33 pm
"Why exactly would I want to loosen up, if I move the wrong way I'll fall and die."
Post by: vkiNm on May 07, 2012, 11:56:09 pm
Kit just giggles at that as she makes another roll over to Jaxler's other side. "It's a long long way down Jaxler. You've got to not be afraid." she said before closing her wings and make a quick dive before spreading them and pull herself back to level again.
Post by: jaxler on May 08, 2012, 12:01:14 am
Jaxler sighed, Kit did have a point. Jaxler tried to loosen up a little bit. "Is this any better?"
Post by: vkiNm on May 08, 2012, 12:05:37 am
Kit flies up to his side, giggling softly as she pushes at him lightly with a hoof. "You're still too stiff." She comments.
Post by: jaxler on May 08, 2012, 08:58:05 am
Jaxler gets a bit more stressed out now that Kit was pushing him. "Well' how exactly do I loosen up then?"
Post by: vkiNm on May 08, 2012, 10:20:23 am
with a little giggle and a smile, Kit answered happily. "by don't think about what'll happen if you fall. You think too much about what's below you, so you're forgetting the most important thing." Kit pauses for dramatic effect with a mischievous grin "The entire sky's the limit." And with that, she breaks away to the side, making another roll as she enjoy the free air without care or worries in the world. It.. looks kind of beautiful actually. Almost like she's dancing in the sky.
Post by: jaxler on May 08, 2012, 11:41:39 am
If Jaxler knew that being to tense was going to be a problem he probably would have gotten stone cold drunk before he showed up for this. How Kit could just relax and fly like that seemed insane to him. "Can we please land for a moment?"
Post by: vkiNm on May 08, 2012, 02:47:17 pm
Kit seems a little confused for a moment before smiling. "Sure!" She chirped then make a dive down towards the ground. That might give Jaxler a scare but she reopens her wings and gracefully touch down onto the ground. Looking up at the other pegasus, waiting for him on the ground.
Post by: Khenal on May 08, 2012, 02:58:21 pm
(http://dl.dropbox.com/u/74348879/Dawnpick/Kit%20Avatar.JPG) (http://i198.photobucket.com/albums/aa176/Kryptid/FluxAvatar.jpg)
Flux relaxes under a tree safe inside the walls, idly playing a simple wooden lute and thinking. Stiletto was back, and he and Kat were happier than ever... and he found his thoughts often returning to Kit. Kat often talked about her, and she seemed so much like Kat, and yet also so different.
Kit was wandering around off-duty to get herself more used to Dawnpick still.. That’s when her ears caught some of the beautiful music, curious, she wanders towards the source of the music. Seeing Flux playing the Lute, she decides to quietly walk closer to have a closer listen.. smiling at the nice music that’s being played.. it sounded nice.
He fails to notice Kit approach, lost in thought as his hooves strum and play the lute, the melody wandering as he thinks about everything. Things were changing so much with the looming war, and some ponies even said it wasn’t a war at all. Flux sighs, not seeing how war could be avoided after the slaughter of the caravan, and the death of their diplomat after. The diplomat that some whispered was an assassin instead...
Kit notices the sad frown that seems to creeps on Flux’s face, and she knew instantly that she had to do something. “Are you okay?” she asked out, worried.
Flux starts, a dissonant chord coming from the lute as he’s surprised out of his thoughts. He looks around for who talked, then relaxes when he sees it’s Kit. “Kit! Um... sorry, I didn’t notice you. I’m, uh... alright?”
Kit beams him a smile when he said that he’s alright “Okay, if you say so.. you.. um.. play very good music..” She said and paws at the ground softly. smiling a little shyly to be complimenting another pony.
Flux blushes slightly as well at the compliment. “Um... thank you. Has Kat... told you about my playing?”
Kit nods happily “mmhmm! She says that you play really really good! And I agree! You play really really good!”
Flux’ blush deepens slightly, not really used to being complimented like this. “Do you... want me to keep playing?”
Kit sits down on her legs and nods “mmhmm! Please do.. it’s.. very beautiful.”
Flux nods and closes his eyes, his blush fading as he focuses on the music. He starts with Kat’s Theme, almost a march with a few bursts of life, until the lively theme breaks through to truly be free, blending with a few other chords and then slowly fading, as if the theme has more places to be than sitting here under the tree.
Kit might not have the bestest Musical sense in her, but she know when she’s hearing good music.. and she’s hearing one now. Smiling as the music stayed in her head even after when he’s done.. “wow.. it’s really beautiful!”
“Um... thanks. That was... Kat’s Song.”
Kit perks her ears “Ooohh? It is? No wonder why it’s so beautiful!” Kit chirped happily and giggles “mm.. you have songs for any other ponies else?”
Flux nods, giving a small smile. “Yes. I, um... write songs for most everypony I know. And they always change, just like the ponies they are about.”
“Oh? can you write songs for me?” Kit asked interestingly.
“I’ve, um... actually started one for you. But... it’s not gotten very far yet. I, uh... don’t know a lot about you. Want to hear what I have so far?”
Kit nods while smiling brightly, shifting her tail from one side to another. “Yes please!”
Flux closes his eyes again and starts to play. He wasn’t kidding about it still being a work in progress: he basically has just the background harmony. It’s a light an innocent harmony, very similar to the main theme in Kat’s Song, but subtly different. He weaves it with the same chords he did at the end of Kat’s song as well, letting the themes of him and his loves weave about hers and inviting her to make a chord with them. The music cuts off short instead of fading. After all, she hasn’t made any decision to join them, and he had precious little else to write about her just yet.
Kit smiles at the unfinished song.. it still sound beautiful to her.. “wow.. it sounds.. beautiful. Flux.. you’re a really good musician.”
“Well... like you said earlier: it’s beautiful because.. it, um... has a beautiful inspiration...”
Kit blushes softly at that. “um.. are.. are you calling me.. um.. beautiful?” she asked meekly with her ears folded shyly, pawing softly at the floor with a hoof.
“Um...” Flux looks away, blushing fiercely, then nods. “...yes.”
Kit squeaks softly and sinks a little lower to the ground. Blushing just as fiercely “um... I’m... I’m not.. beautiful..”
“Yes you are.” Flux looks earnestly at Kit, then realizes he just told her, point blank, she’s beautiful, and blushes and looks away again.
Kit sinks even lower onto the floor, hiding away her face as she got called beautiful again. “um.. t-.thanks...” she manage to squeak out embarrassedly
Flux desperately tries to think of a way to change the subject and banish the sudden awkwardness of the conversation, and decides on one of his favorite moves: Lunch! “Um... w-would you like to, uh... get some lunch?”
Kit considers this for a quick moment.. the nods “that.. That’d be good.. yes.”
Post by: jaxler on May 08, 2012, 02:59:09 pm
Jaxler heads straight down for the ground as fast as he could. when he landed he gave a huge sigh "can you wait here for like 15 minuets?"
Post by: vkiNm on May 08, 2012, 03:04:10 pm
Kit tilt her head slightly then nods "15 minutes? okay.. I can wait I guess. What are you going to do?"
Post by: jaxler on May 08, 2012, 03:20:57 pm
"I'm just gonna go check the food stockpiles. I'll be right back!" Jaxler then trotted off. It took him a while, but by the time he came back he was having little bit of difficulty walking straight and seemed disconnected with what was going on around him. "AYE KIT, I'm ready to continue with da' lesson!"
Post by: vkiNm on May 08, 2012, 03:32:48 pm
Kit tilt her head a little more at the sight. Then shrug, oh well. Atleast he looked more.. relaxed?
"Okay! See you in the Sky!" She chirped with a little giggle before taking the air again. Waiting for him to join her.
Post by: jaxler on May 08, 2012, 03:38:18 pm
It took Jaxler a few moments to realize that Kit had flown up already. He didn't hear a word of what she said but he figured that she probably wanted him to follow her. So, Jaxler momentarily lost his balance, having his crossbow fall while doing so, and then flew up to Kit.
Post by: vkiNm on May 08, 2012, 03:44:36 pm
Kit watches Jaxler following her. giggling at the amusing sight of the drunk Pegasus flying up to her. He's no where near being graceful, but atleast he's not so stiff anymore. "There you go, Play around in the air a little with me!" She chirped before making another roll to Jaxler's other side.
Post by: jaxler on May 08, 2012, 03:57:43 pm
Jaxler was having a hard time seeing and flying straight. "Sure! but what exactly would we 'Play' up here?" he said with a bit of confusion.
Post by: vkiNm on May 08, 2012, 03:59:35 pm
"The Sky!" Kit answered happily.. And so she flew.. The sky being her playground, It wasn't much of a training session and more like a nice playtime in the sky. Flying around, Gliding, the simple joy of being in the air..
Post by: jaxler on May 08, 2012, 04:08:36 pm
Jaxler silent for a moment. His booze drenched brain really didn't get what kit meant, but he figured he might as well try mimic what she was doing. The stallion tried his hoof at a few barrel rolls (and failed horribly). "Heh, this stuff is kinda fun..."
Post by: jaxler on May 08, 2012, 04:53:33 pm
Climbing the stairs, Jury is returning home after a long day of doing nothing in particular other than shape rocks. The work is menial to her; despite her skill at it, masonry had never been something she enjoyed, although she could see the sense in Virtue placing her in this position. She'd anticipated her ability as a judge may not be needed for quite some time, and until she could get an office to herself Jury has been helping out the masons on occasion, whenever she and Partisan aren’t busy poring over stacks of legal documents. Trotting down the corridor, though, she catches sight of something a bit more interesting than yet another lump of stone needing shaped. A few figures are strewn inconveniently across the hallway; a barrel, some sort of weapon and an apparently unconscious black-coated, red-maned pony. Normally, Jury would have merely stepped round the sorry sight, trusting somepony else more suited to the job would come and clean the mess up, but unfortunately for her the offending articles are lying right in front of her door, blocking her way.
Hmph. she thinks to herself, levitating the weapon from the ground as she approaches. Some sort of crossbow...gem-encrusted? My, my. Jury whistles appreciatively, marvelling at the quality of the weapon for a moment, before remembering she has an inconvenience to deal with.
Turning her attention once again to the incapacitated pegasus, she raps him smartly on the head with his own crossbow, intending to wake him up.
"Get up, you useless cur. Out of my way." she snaps, her tone irritated.
Jaxler wakes up in front of a door. He hasn’t the slightest clue how he got there or what happened last night. Before Jaxler can get up and scan his surroundings though, he is poked on the head and insulted. “Ugh... damnit, there’s no need to be bitchy...” Jaxler then realizes what he was being poked by. “Give me back my freakin’ crossbow.”
"Shut up, you feckless layabout, else I shall report you to the guard for misconduct and have you stay a night or two in the cells." replies Jury in a scathing tone, raising the crossbow out of Jaxler's reach. "Remove yourself and your barrel from my doorway, and then you can have your weapon back." she says, as if she were a schoolteacher reprimanding an unruly foal.
Jaxler is pissed. “Give me back my crossbow or else I put a hoof sized dent in your head, AND I AIN’T MOVING NOWHERE UNTIL I GET MY BUCKING WEAPON BACK!”
Jury, for her part, stands her ground, her indignation and fury growing by the second, though her voice remains glacially cool as always. "If you continue to threaten me and cause such an uproar in the hallway I will have you incarcerated for at least a week for causing such a godsawful clamour and disturbing everypony," she intones, sounding more bored than anything. "And I refuse to return this weapon to somepony as obviously unstable and ill-tempered as yourself. I shall be turning it into the town guard's office immediately. Now move your unsightly mess and get out of my sight."
Jaxler isn’t about to let some uptight annoying unicorn take his crossbow away from him. That just isn’t right, and furthermore the mare is so outrageously bossy and openly threatening him with jail time. So, Jaxler replies just as coldly “Prideful foals should learn to take threats seriously” and flings his hoof toward the arrogant pony’s head.
Jury sees the blow coming, but she doesn’'t really believe what her eyes are telling her. He wouldn't dare, she thinks, and so it is quite a surprise for the purple unicorn to be smacked right in the face, falling backwards onto her rump with an oof of surprise. Her nose starts bleeding, and she blinks a couple of times, stunned. The crossbow tumbles towards the ground, her magic having cut out upon being struck by Jaxler. As it clatters to the floor, though, Jury's brain catches up with what has just transpired, and her horn sparks into life, her magic made all the stronger by the strength of her rage. She scrambles to her hooves, pumping raw power into her horn in case the mad pony would continue his assault.
"You'b insane!" she screeches, speech slurred by her bleeding muzzle, the sheer magnitude of the mare's anger overriding her sense of fear completely. "I will thee you rot in the thells for this! Mark my words, you bucking psychobath! You'b going to pay for this!"
Jaxler walks up to his crossbow and slings it on his back. He then notices the unicorn’s horn is starting to glow. Jaxler thinks to himself for a moment. If he walked away right now and that pony hit him back it wouldn’t be self defense and she would be in trouble herself. So, he starts to walk away. “Thanks for giving me back my crossbow! I’m gonna walk away now, unless you plan on pressing any charges.”
“You’b going to be thtaring at dungeon wallth for a long, long time, you disgusting, vile heap ob manure! How dare you! You’b just a thug, a worthleth thug, and I will enjoy sententhing you to months ob confinement more than anything else in the ebtire world! There won't be enough alcohol in the world to make eberything feel better when I'b finished with you! ” Jury shrieks, backing away down the corridor and then breaking out into a gallop, bolting straight to Partisan’s office.
Jaxler watches as the pony starts to run away. “Up yours, bitch!” says Jaxler in retaliation. That pony really needed to learn not to insult somepony so much. Jaxler honestly felt like that punch was a public service, but regardless of how much good he had just done, he was still probably going to go to jail.
Post by: jaxler on May 08, 2012, 09:27:37 pm
((TRIPLE POSTED LIKE A BOSS))
(http://dl.dropbox.com/u/74348879/Dawnpick/Moral%20Avatar.png)
Moral was having such a great time staring at the water wheel. It was amazing. The thing kept on tuning, IN A CIRCLE. How in the hell could such a magnificent device work! Oh, the alicorn had to figure it out! He was so Lost in his inner thought that he didn't even notice the pony walking up to him.
Post by: Khenal on May 08, 2012, 09:35:35 pm
Flux watched the new alicorn as he watched the water purifier, seemingly mesmerized by it. He cautiously approaches the odd stallion.
"Um... hello?"
Post by: jaxler on May 08, 2012, 09:40:18 pm
"I swear, how on earth did they get this machine to go in perpetual motion. That's agents the laws of physics..." Jaxler then noticed Flux "OH, hello there good sir, I ug... I... what was I going to say... OH, I really like this water wheel. Do you is know how it being this way!" Said Moral with confusedly
Post by: Khenal on May 08, 2012, 09:45:36 pm
"Um, yes, actually. I helped build it with Stiletto. It took a bit of her magic to get the perpetual motion, but it worked wonderfully, yes?"
Post by: jaxler on May 08, 2012, 09:48:16 pm
Moral paused for a moment. "I guess that would um... make sense... what's your name again? Where am I?"
Post by: Khenal on May 08, 2012, 09:50:24 pm
"Uh... I'm Flux, and you're by the water purifier. What's, um... your name?"
Post by: jaxler on May 08, 2012, 09:55:55 pm
"oh, I'm um... God damnit... I am Moral Decay the Bringer of doom, the shadow of evil, master wizard, and Grand master pyromancer and!... crap... what is I doing here again, Baux? wait... Who am I again..." Moral then levitates his hat off and looks inside of it. The words Moral Decay are stitched into it. "Hi my name be Moral!"
Post by: Khenal on May 08, 2012, 09:59:16 pm
I take a step back as he launches into titles, then tilt my head confusedly as he seems to snap out of it and look at his hat.
"Uh... are you alright, Mr. Decay?"
Post by: jaxler on May 08, 2012, 10:01:41 pm
"That's me right, or is it left... Um... I dunno. I think I have some left, so I guess I'm not right. WAIT I guess that means I'm not all right."
Post by: Khenal on May 08, 2012, 10:05:42 pm
I just stand there, blinking in confusion.
'This guy is definitely wrong in the head...'
Post by: ZeroInfinity on May 08, 2012, 10:11:26 pm
Silver looks at the strange Alicorn as he confuses poor Flux to no end, then finally decides enough is enough, approaching even though he's not sure how far counseling can go before therapy would begin. "Hello you two," he says, nodding to both of them.
Post by: jaxler on May 08, 2012, 10:17:18 pm
"OH hello good sir! My name god... no wait... my name is flux... no... my name is, CRAP." Moral then lowers his hat again. "Hi I'm Moral Decay... Where am I, Who are you two? What was me doing... OH Yeah, I need to talk with a pony named Red later on and I got stuck looking at the circle water thingy."
Post by: ZeroInfinity on May 08, 2012, 10:25:32 pm
"Moral... Interesting name. Do you need any help finding this 'Red' fellow?"
Post by: Khenal on May 08, 2012, 10:26:38 pm
The new pony draws me from my stupor, and I try to greet the silver unicorn. I quietly observe as he talks with Moral, wondering if he can make sense of the odd alicorn.
Post by: jaxler on May 08, 2012, 10:29:19 pm
"turquoise was um... I need to talk to the reserve captain named ruby"
Post by: Khenal on May 08, 2012, 10:37:49 pm
"Reserve leader? You mean Indigo?"
Post by: jaxler on May 08, 2012, 10:45:43 pm
"Yes hematite, I do mean Indy Snow! My name to be Moral!"
Post by: Maklak on May 09, 2012, 02:40:40 pm
(( 15th Felsite 260: Training foals ))
(( Sadly, this is not possible in-game. All the foals learn are social skills and farming, except from occasional mooded ones. ))
(( This is shortly after Patina and Friesden became young adults. ))
Indigo approaches the keep, talks to the guard and is allowed to enter. "Hello Lady Virtue. Can I talk to you now, or should I come later?" The stress after the massacre has worn him down, and it shows.
Virtue takes a quick look at her guest and recognizes the exhausted expression on his face. Something she could relate to. He didn't seem upset though, so that was something. "Now is fine. What's on your mind?"
"Firstly, I'd like to congratulate you on forming your own guard. It should considerably improve your safety. If my opinion is worth anything, I wouldn't form a separate unit, just pick ten or so soldiers to rotate their shifts and always post a guard outside the keep, and get more guards when there is a caravan or new arrivals or under similar circumstances."
She nods slowly. "That is something I considered." She looks off toward the barracks and adds, "When I spoke to Halberd about it, he seemed to think it was a better idea to have a separate unit dedicated to the task. Something about wanting to get new recruits to build up our forces for when they're needed."
"Ah yes, I think it could disrupt training schedules, and Halberd knows what he's doing. Never mind then." answers Indigo. "Now, the reason I'm here. It is about the kindergarten. Some of the parents are helping, but with Kat wounded and Glyph gone, I was thinking what else could be done about it."
Kat being wounded brought back some painful memories, but she forces them aside for the moment. "I hadn't considered that... what did you have in mind?"
"Well, some of the foals have grown up recently. A few were already apprentices in some crafts, but more were indecisive about how they can serve the community. I was thinking that if we separate the older ones and organize classes and workshops for them, something good might come out of it. They are already taught reading, writing, arithmetic and history, which is good, but I think there should be some practical subjects too. That way when the foals reach maturity, they will have a general idea about all kinds of work they could do. Some might even get their cutie marks."
"That does sound like a good idea," she replies, considering the difficulty that some of the children had had trying to think up ways to help out in a community that wanted for little. "Do you have any specific ideas? Would some of the more experienced workers give lessons? Have you asked around about it at all?"
"Well, I... wanted to talk to you about it first, so I haven't told anypony except Amor about it yet. Yes, we have something like that in mind. Miners and masons could talk about rocks, and give a few to the foals along with the tools to carve something. Wood and bone carvers could do the same. The farmers could use some more help some of the time, and talk about plants. Billows or Cinder could teach them the basics of working with metals. Fauchard could convey some things about being a soldier. That sort of thing. If some foals like anything in particular, they may want to become apprentices. Amor says we should prioritize teaching mining, smelting and masonry, while I'm leaning more toward a generalized list of needed professions, so older foals know what occupations are most needed at the time. I admit it is rather vague, but I'm sure you get the general idea."
She nods. "Every idea starts out small and vague, but I do like it." Another thought strikes her. "Have you considered helping at all? It might... help. To get your mind off things, I mean." Come to think of it, being around the children and speaking to them would do her mind a lot of good, if she had much of anything to teach them. Not many would likely be interested in how to keep records.
"I... I could teach foals about rocks and show them how to carve mugs and other things. Or teach them arithmetic. Maybe. I don't think, I'm very good at handling foals, they are much too undisciplined for me. There are more skilled ponies for whatever I could teach them in any case and I'm rather busy anyway. Working with stone is enough to take my mind off things. Usually. Teaching is... much more involved. I asked Amor, and she doesn't volunteer either."
"That's understandable," she says. "I'd only ask for volunteers for this sort of thing anyway. I wouldn't want anypony devoting time they don't have."
Indigo nods. "One more thing. While I think practical lessons for older foals is a good idea, it has some downsides. First of all, the cost and investment of time by skilled craftsponies would be considerable. And well, foals are irresponsible. When they get sharp tools, there may be some accidents, despite any precautions. But then again, the very same thing can happen to apprentices." Indigo saddens as he remembers Amber and Cross Stitch loosing their horns in the fishing pier accident.
"Perhaps..." she trails off, thinking over it for a moment. The last thing she'd want to see or hear was a foal injuring herself with a knife. Still, there was a lot of merit to the idea. "I do like the idea though. When I have a chance this afternoon I think I'll go speak with some of the workers and see what they think about it all." She takes a moment to jot down a note about doing just that. "Was there anything else you wanted to speak about?"
"Nope, that is all I wanted to talk about. Goodbye." Indigo walks away, looking somewhat better.
As Indigo leaves, Virtue sits and thinks about the idea. It was pretty sound, and probably something they should have been doing ever since the children started getting older. Still, better late than never. As she returns to checking off the work orders, she considers again helping out herself. Even if she didn't do anything but go see the children, it was sure to lift her spirits a bit. If only she wasn't so busy...
(( NOTE: If your pony is responsible, has any useful skill and you think you can handle it, feel free to make a scene about teaching the foals something practical. ))
Post by: Maklak on May 09, 2012, 04:53:21 pm
(( Moonstone 260, Captain's meeting. ))
(( Bardiche got mauled on 28th Timber, 260. ))
This month's meeting of the squad captains starts with mundane stuff, as usual. While everypony knows that the recent fight with a monster from the caverns will be discussed, it is customary to get other things out of the way first. Training schedules, supplies, Partisan asking for more bolts, Glaive asking for more bolts for Storm Cloud, Indigo asking for any left-over bolts for the reserves, Halberd giving report about the armoury and so on. Fauchard listened, but said nothing, as these mundane day-to-day concerns were not why he was here. Once they are done with it, the topic of discussion switches to the caverns.
"It seems, I opened a can of worms with the whole caver exploration, haven't I?" says Indigo.
Halberd rolls his eyes and shifts in his seat. "I'll say. What I don't understand is how we managed to buck up opening the caverns again. Can't the engineers get this right?"
Indigo shrinks under Halberd's gaze. Yes, the architects screwed up. "Well... I didn't design it, but I can give you the rationale behind it. The trap itself is a downscaled and rushed version of the airlock to the topmost cavern, which was designed by Stiletto. I'm quite surprised something like that even worked in the first place. It should be much longer and snaking to give more time to the pony pulling the levers. Still, it was never my plan to send just one inexperienced soldier close to the breach. It was to move around in force. The airlock was supposed to be more of a safety measure than a trap. Speaking of which, a quick fix to the problem would be to put some cage and weapon traps on our side of the airlock."
"Well, can't say I disagree with that," Halberd adds, cutting his eyes to Virtue, who winces visibly. "Bardiche is about as green as they come, running ahead like that. I guess Coupledye was trying to get rid of him sending him out here. If Kukri hadn't been there he'd be dead for certain."
"Aye, I've seen green recruits run off like him before." says Fauchard, "They are rarely so fortunate, most I've seen ended up on the end of their foe's spear."
If somepony wanted to be rid of Bardiche, how come he didn't end up in my unit? "Yes, some think fighting is about glory, not victory. Bardiche wanted to kill it in single combat, but Halberd was right all along; those beasts are dangerous." I thought the military was ready to handle them. "Maybe we should just stick to the topmost cavern, or abandon the plan altogether." I just don't know what to think anymore. Indigo hangs his head low.
Glaive interrupts, "It's too early think of giving up, Indigo. Those beasts are dangerous, but when our troops fight together we can overpower them."
"Dangerous doesn't begin to describe it," Halberd says in a low tone. "We were very lucky the upper caverns were clear when we explored them. The middle caverns were unexplored, but we knew there were monsters in them. How we managed to buck this up and still got off with only one injured soldier is beyond me."
Naginata breaks the awkward silence by saying, "It's best not to dwell on that. He's alive and recovering, for that we should all be grateful. And wiser for the experience." She sighs. "Still, the mid caverns are safe enough to explore in earnest now. If we're still going through with it."
Fauchard offers a bit of advice, "You don't want to spread yourselves too thin, lest something decide to prey upon you. Best to keep the lower levels sealed until after you finish walling off the top level. Then move your troops to the lower levels in mass."
Indigo nods "That makes perfect sense, Fauchard. That is, if we are still going to do it. I thought getting a safe foothold in the caverns was worthwhile, but I'm not so sure anymore. I don't want ponies to die for it. The upper level could be safe enough to wall off, but there are just not enough narrow passages around our airlock to do it quickly. It is possible, but will take months and a temporary camp in the caverns."
Glaive: "Then we should do it. Even if it takes months, the potential profit from gems and mineral veins, that we could access will pay for it ten times over. Additionally, there are a great deal of underground plants in the caverns, large woody fungus things and smaller ones as well. We might be able to make use of some of them as well once the area is safe, and we can take the time to study them."
Virtue nods and taps a spot on a map on her desk. "We're still planning on trying to wall off the caverns. We've invested this much time and energy making the area safe, the least we can hope is to get some good out of it. The masons haven't had a lot of work recently anyway."
Fauchard makes one last suggestion on that topic. "I haven't seen the caverns myself, but I hear that parts of it are quite tall and I know we have seen some flying monsters, I hope your masons are prepared to build a wall all the way to the roof of the caverns?"
Indigo nods. "A good question. Yes, the current plans to wall off the caverns include scaffolding to reach all the way to the ceiling. That is why the work is going to take so long, even with miners preparing stones on the spot. Another reason for this, apart from flying mosters, is that otherwise some adventurous pegasai could try to fly to the other side of the wall."
This exhausts the topic of the caverns. After a moment of silence, Virtue asks "Do we have anything else left to discuss?"
Indigo rises his hoof. "I have a suggestion. There is a possibility of war and with all the cavern exploration and Lady Virtue's bodyguards, the militia is becoming spread thin, even with new squads and new arrivals. As much as I am sorry to say this, my squad in still not ready for combat. I ask that our training time be doubled and that we may be allowed to keep arms and weapons in our rooms or even carry them around when working. That might help in case of an ambu---"
"An ambush?" Halberd questions. "In an ambush the best you and your friends can hope to do is come galloping and shouting for help. If we get anything resembling a squad of actual soldiers attacking, you're dead without us."
Naginata frowns at Halberd and waits for his rant to end. "Yes, if an ambush of real soldiers from the rainbow coalition shows up, please come get the militia and don't try to fight them on your own."
Glaive interrupts, "You assume that they would have the chance to run. If it's an ambush they could very well be cornered, and I'd rather them have something to go down fighting with then be caught empty hoofed."
Naginata nods in agreement, "I don't see the harm in letting them carry their weapons around. It'll help them get used to carrying them and if they do need them when off duty they'll have them."
Fauchard adds, "Additionally, if we appear to have more armed and armoured ponies walking around, it would make us appear to have a larger trained military force than we do. Should the enemy scout us ahead of time, it is in our best interest to appear formidable, might be just enough to make them think twice."
Halberd shrugs. "Fine. But when that idiot Jaxler gets drunk and shoots somepony because he touched his darling crossbow don't come crying to me," he says to nopony in particular.
"I told the reserves to yell for backup, help evacuate ponies and don't play heroes, if they see anything dangerous. Still, doing even that with proper equipment is safer than without it. As for Jaxler, he had a crossbow for a long time and so far nothing bad has come out of it. Besides, I told him to okay carrying it around with you."
Halberd nods. "Yeah, he did okay it with me. While on duty. When he's off duty, he seems to be trying to break some record on how fast and thoroughly he can get drunk. I'm astonished he hasn't killed somepony yet. I don't like the idea of him having the thing in the first place, but he is a good shot and stays almost sober while on duty. He's a problem just waiting to happen."
Indigo sighs. "Let me tell you something about Jaxler, Halberd. I've been sparring with him and I've seen what he can do. If he gets pissed, he is much to sadistic to just shoot a pony dead. He'd rather slowly bludgeon his enemy to death. He can do that with a chair. Or a farming tool. Or whatever random item he can get his hooves on. Or even his bare hooves. That crossbow is the one thing he values above all. If you take it away, he will get really angry. So I'd say, he is actually less dangerous with his weapon than without it. Not that I disagree with the 'problem just waiting to happen' part."
Virtue decides to give an attempt to rerail the conversation and take it away from the fight it was starting to brew into. "Yes, well, so far he has done his job and done it well. Does anypony have anything else to discuss?"
Indigo rises his hoof again. "The barracks are becoming crowded with the new squads and are too far from the entrance. A while back Amor gave Lady Virtue a blueprint for a watchtower. (http://fc08.deviantart.net/fs71/f/2012/104/3/b/dwarfy_pony_tower_by_psalms01-d4w765r.png) Maybe a second barracks by the entrance would be a good idea? That way, there will usually be some soldiers close to the gate in case of an emergency. We should also finally go about moving the entrance to the mines inside the walls, the exit from the entrance trap outside the walls, and collapsing unnecessary tunnels. Or build a watchtower over the old mine entrance, with the only access from the mines. That way Partisan's squad could shoot at something before it even gets close to the gate."
Fauchard nods his head, "Yes, I agree, I spoke with Lady Virtue about something similar over a year ago, after the Rainbow caravan incident, though she appears to not have acted upon my suggestions."
"It is getting crowded..." Halberd says, reflecting that it was mostly Indigo and his motley crew of misfits that was taking up the remaining room. "Expanding the barracks might not be a bad idea. Not sure how I feel about setting up another one though. We'd have to keep two stocked and watched."
Virtue looks at the map and considers the blueprints. "We'd have to move some things around... but we might find room to place another small barracks near the entrance. Perhaps move Naginata and either the reserves or guard out there..."
"Perhaps," Partisan says. "It would probably be best if we stayed in the existing barracks though. Closer to the archery range. Actually..." he adds, "a watchtower of sorts out near the gate might be a good idea. We could move a training and archery range into something like that, and we'd be in a good spot to see anything approaching the gate."
Virtue scribbles something down and resigns to consider the new barracks. When they'd get to it she had no idea, but she'd try to think of something. The fact that Fauchard had mentioned this to her almost a year ago scared her a bit. It had completely slipped her mind. Best to go back through all of her old notes and make sure nothing else important had escaped her attention.
Post by: Omicega on May 09, 2012, 05:40:53 pm
Post by: Maklak on May 09, 2012, 06:10:45 pm
(http://i1135.photobucket.com/albums/m638/bradshja/IndigoAvatar.jpg) (http://i198.photobucket.com/albums/aa176/Kryptid/VirtueAvatar.jpg)
(( Opal 260: Should we make more coffins? ))
Indigo approaches Virtue's office. He responds "I'm here about clarification of a work order." to the guard's inquiry and is let in. "Hello Lady Virtue, I'd like to talk to you."
Indigo didn't look happy, but Virtue couldn't recall the last time he did look happy. Well, whatever it was, he wasn't going to just disappear. "Hello Indigo. What's on your mind?"
"Well, there is just no good way to put it. I looked over the work orders for the masons and noticed something that could be missing. The next Rainbow Caravan could be coming soon... Shouldn't we expand the crypts and prepare more coffins and slabs?"
Her face goes blank as she suddenly feels a lot colder. "Expanding the crypts? More coffins? Wh-why would you think we needed to do that?" Of course she had a perfectly good idea of why he might think that, but she still wanted to believe maybe he wasn't going to say what she expected. And dearly hoped he hadn't heard a rumour of more bloodshed to come.
"I... um... On one hoof it would send a signal that another massacre is to be expected. On the other, maybe we should prepare anyway, just in case. 'Hope for the best, but expect the worst' as they say." Indigo gives her an insincere smile as he desperately tries to improve the mood.
"I... well..." she trails off, unsure of how to respond. Surely they wouldn't need more coffins. Surely. If there was another massacre, the first coffin to be filled would be hers, because she wouldn't be able to take that. Still... it did highlight something of an oversight on her part. "I don't think we're going to have another attack. That... no, that's not going to happen. But... I realize that we don't have any spare coffins in case of other tragedies here. Perhaps making a few to keep in stock wouldn't be a bad idea... four or five should be plenty and a bit of a compromise I think."
"Alright, I'll tell that to Mortar. Goodnight." He leaves, feeing awkward and uncomfortable and quite aware, that he made her feel much worse. Still, there was nothing he could do or say to console her. He had to ask his question. Last time cleaning up the mess at the depot and burying all the dead took almost a full month. If anything like it were to happen again, it would be much better to be prepared beforehoof.
With Indigo gone, Virtue slumps back into her chair and takes a glance at the bowl of food sitting on her desk. She brushes it aside and sighs, placing her face in her hooves. Her appetite was gone and not likely to return for a while. Indigo was just being paranoid. There wasn't going to be anymore innocent deaths. Everypony had learned their lesson. It wasn't going to happen again.
Why didn't she believe that? If it did... she was sure she'd live up to her promise of being the first to be buried.
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(http://i1135.photobucket.com/albums/m638/bradshja/IndigoAvatar.jpg) (http://i198.photobucket.com/albums/aa176/Kryptid/VirtueAvatar.jpg) (http://i1135.photobucket.com/albums/m638/bradshja/FalcataAvatar.jpg)
(( Late Slate, 261 ))
((diplomat / assassin died on 14th Slate, 261) ))
Indigo approaches the keep and asks to see Lady Virtue. After a short rummage through his saddlebags, Falcata finds nothing unusual: masonry tools, paper, wheatstone, flask, food rations, greasy piece of cloth, clean piece of cloth, a brush and some other trash. She follows him in, as she does during every one of Indigo's regular visits, and stands by the door. Indigo addresses the Countess. "Hello Lady Virtue. Can I talk to you about the recent fight?"
Virtue looks quite alarmed. "A fight? Has something else happened?"
"Not that I know of, no. I was referring to the one where Longshot got wounded. Well, some ponies might say, that if you spoke to the diplomat, you might have calmed him down, but I don't think so. If he attacked Longshot over something so minor as not allowing him to see you, until he calms down, he was probably sent to kill you. I think he lost his nerves over an unexpected obstacle and decided to attempt a secondary objective: kill another important pony."
"Yes... that's the conclusion that several of us have come to about it." Which did nothing to help ease her nerves, of course. Knowing you could have died wasn't something that was easy to get used to.
Indigo continues. "I'm afraid, another assassin may not be so sloppy. If the previous one had good manners, he would be allowed to see you and attack you instead of Longshot. You got more personal guards and improved security, which is good, but maybe they should be more thorough in their searches? For example," he pulls a chisel out of his saddlebag, and levitates it half a meter from her head, pointing sideways, so she can see the length and sharpness, "look as this. It is just a tool, but sharp enough to pierce a pony's skin. Deadly, if it was poisoned."
Falcata takes a threatening step towards Indigo, preparing to unsheath her axe. "Indigo..." she growls, tensing up and preparing to spring, just in case.
The alarmed expression returns to Virtue's face. For an instant she wonders if Indigo was there to do just that. Had he been bought out by the rainbows? Was he a spy all along? Was he going to kill her? An instant later reality reasserts itself and she mentally shakes off the nonsense. She just needed to calm down... and he was making a good point.
Indigo looks at Falcata, then at Virtue and the realisation, that what he just did looks like a real attempt on her life, dawns at him. He takes a step back and puts the chisel away, but Falcata continues to hover just behind him, looking thunderous. "Oh. I... didn't mean to scare you. I mean I kinda did, but not that way, I mean I didn't quite think this through... Look, the chisel was just an example. The dust on it is from a gabbro rock, I was working with earlier." Indigo takes a nervous glance at Falcata. If Sarissa was here instead, I'd be dead by now. "I... only wanted you to be aware, that if assassins are after you, you should treat your safety very seriously. I think your security measures are fine for most of the year, but when caravans, diplomats or new arrivals are here, I'd suggest that you have 2 guards at all times, and one for the mayor, even if that means temporarily reassigning soldiers from normal squads. While I can't guarantee it, it appears to me that most of the old residents are firefly loyal to you and you should be safe around them. Still, with so many ponies in Dawnpick, there could be a mole among us, so having at least one guard around you at all times won't hurt." Indigo takes another nervous glance at Falcata. I probably shouldn't tell her about my suspicions, that somepony is working in league with those bandits, who keep bothering us.
That made sense, and she nods. "Stepping up security during those times might be a good idea. I hate to ask it of my guard, but it might be necessary." Although she had no reason to distrust the zebras or the caravan from home, maybe it would make sense to apply extra security. Those would be natural targets and times to strike if the rainbows were considering it. And what of the other ponies in Dawnpick? She trusted them all... especially not to sell themselves out to enemies. But... what if there was a mole? And had been for years? That was an unsettling thought.
"There is something I'd like to tell you about being paranoid. On one hoof if you are too trusting, you'll be betrayed. On another, if you are too mistrustful, you'll be stressed all the time and see danger in every shadow. It makes for a miserable and fearful life. I think there is a middle path, where you are cautious, but let ponies, who work for you, to slowly win your trust. I've read something like that in a book once, does it make sense to you?" asks Indigo.
"It does," she responds. In truth, of course, she imagined she was treading that middle path, but didn't everypony think what they were doing was right, until pointed out that they were wrong? She knew well enough what being stressed all of the time was like though, and wasn't keen on making that any worse. "I've been trying to avoid either of those mistakes. I hope I've struck a reasonable middle ground."
Indigo gives her a scrutinizing look, then adds. "Oh, one final thing. Now that it seems unlikely that Dawnpicks relations with the Rainbow Ponies will be fixed, should we expand the crypts and make more coffins and slabs? Five empty coffins were already prepared, as you requested." asks Indigo.
Virtue sighs and slowly shakes her head as she looks down. "I don't know. I hope it won't be necessary. That silly naive part of me still believes it won't be necessary." She stares into her desk for a moment. "But it probably will. If you or the other masons have spare time... it might be a good idea to make a few spares."
Indigo sighs. "I hope they won't be needed as well, but I would find it prudent to prepare for the worst. Last year we had to rush making coffins and store bodies in the crypt till we were ready to bury them. By the end they started to rot and it was messy. I'll spare you the description of just how messy a corpse crawling with maggots can get, but it was bad. If there is a battle, the last thing we should worry about is the lack of burial receptacles. If we prepare well and there won't be many deaths, so much for the better. We will have an unused crypt waiting to be filled with ponies dying of old age. Any rumours of incoming doom, originating from building a big crypt will die in time. Besides, it was you who insisted that each soldier gets a coffin prepared in advance a few years back in the first place. Oh, and it can't be 'if you have time'. Something of this magnitude must be approved, designed, well, you know the drill."
She nods. "Yes, that is true. I suppose it never hurts to be prepared." She wants to say something more, but really can't find any words.
"That is all, I wanted to say. But... you don't look well. I'm sorry to burden you with telling you all these things, but I really think you needed to hear them from somepony. Goodbye Lady Virtue." Indigo turns to leave, and casts Virtue one last worried look before exiting the door. Falcata follows him and keeps guard outside for the rest of her shift.
As Indigo and Falcata leave, Virtue looks up slowly and mulls over the potential deaths lingering in the future. Enemy soldiers, Dawnpick's soldiers... maybe Dawnpick's civilans or even her own. Still... none of it had happened yet, and she could still hope things would turn out better than she feared. She was too tired to worry about it now. There were a thousand other things she had to worry about right now. For once... just once, she manages to convince herself to worry about it later. Worry about it later when it happened, and when it mattered. She could worry all night about it, and it wouldn't change a thing anyway.
Post by: ZeroInfinity on May 09, 2012, 08:46:22 pm
"So, Moral, why don't we go look around for this Indigo fellow, then?"
Post by: jaxler on May 09, 2012, 08:48:03 pm
"Sure, that would... uh... That would be quite swell."
Post by: Khenal on May 09, 2012, 08:58:13 pm
I take a few steps back, fully willing to let the unicorn handle Moral. He seemed better able to handle the... unique stallion. Once they leave to find Indigo, I try to find a saner pony to talk to. Maybe Arbalest has some free time?
Post by: DVNO on May 10, 2012, 12:29:10 am
The typical Splinter household dinner
"So, Clear Skies, how was your day? Today was a big day wasn't it?" Splinter inquired with the littlest amount of enthusiasm he could. He was so exhausted from the manual labor of making potash he could barley muster propping the cooked lamb he prepared into his mouth, much less muster up any emotion this late in the day.
"oh, yes, flight class! Went to flight training with the rest of the pegusai. It was a breeze!" Clear skies gloated.
"And what about you Alpine? How was your day at Flight class?
"I..I.." Alpine murmured
"yeah, Alpine, how was your first day?" Clear sky asked with a grin.
Alpine's eyes darted at Clear sky "Clear, Don't-"
"Didn't crash into anything did you? Oh wait, you totally did! Crashed right into the ground while everyone was watching!" Clear skies snickered and Sienna, Patina, and Sheer delight joined in.
Alpine bites his lower lip and slams his hoof on the table in rage
"Buck off, Clear!" He shouted and strode in the the direction of his room
"Hey, language!" Clear skies shouted down the hall. He brushed his mane to the the side.
"What's eating him?"
Splinter stared at him with daggers
"What?" Clear skies asked, truly oblivious
"Clear Skies, Apologize to your brother."
Clear twisted his lip up in anger and rolled his eyes
"At least I'm not a buck-up" he muttered under his breath and got up from the table
Splinter sighed and rubbed his forehead with his hoof
"Sienna, how was your day? Do I even want to know?"
Sienna stopped playing with a curl in her mane, which was a tell she was preoccupied thinking about her social circles and boyfriends, and looked at her dad as if noticing him for the first time today
"Oh, you know, just running around the fort. things to see, ponies to do!" she smiled, and made a little "eep" at the realization of her Freudian slip.
"Care to rephrase that?" Splinter glared
"I.. Uh.. Don't try to suppress me, Dad!" she growled and also sauntered off to her room
"Patina?"
"I didn't do anything today. you know, for once I thought I'd go through a day without any drama."
she gestures at the now four empty seats
"good job!" she got up as well
Splinter buried his head in his hooves
"Sheer Delight how was-"
Sheer Delight flung his plate and stormed away from the table. The plate flew into the wall, shattering it
"you're going to pay for that plate, you little shit!" Splinter cried
Peony dislodged his nose from his book at the sound of shattered glass wondering if he needed to duck
The bespectacled little runt of the litter looked at his dad questioningly
"Dad, I have two questions for you"
Splinter, head still buried in his hooves said
"Alright, Shoot"
"How did everything...happen?"
Splinter chuckled
"you don't ask for much, do you? I guess Celestia created everything, if that answers your question."
"But what if she.. didn't?"
Splinter looks at the boy with an odd look
"Then you'd have to do a lot of convincing to tell me otherwise."
Splinter looked at the spine embroidery of this 'Math' book he loved so much.
"Son, you're making me wonder if you should have that."
Peony gasped in horror, as if his dad suggested cutting off a limb.
"What was the other question?"
"Where's mom?"
"Mom's at the bar"
"Why?"
Splinter glared at him
"Because why would she come home to this?" he hissed and walked off to the master bedroom
peony just kept reading
Post by: Dsarker on May 10, 2012, 06:23:29 am
Friesden's diary.
Decapitate the
Rainbow Pony Assassin
Truly it is grave.
Post by: vkiNm on May 10, 2012, 10:23:49 am
Kit's Diary.
1st Page.
FinallY got to buy Diary, KAt says, trY
noT noT hArd.
OK daYs, HappY Home. Big VillAge. noT HappY tImes. HappY tImes.
Make frIends. meet Ponys. Good Ponys.
Ponys Names
Kat. [Here lies a sketch of a white-jasmine flower with a drop of blood on it, black-and-white drawn by a pencil. The sketch looks far better than her language skill.]
Kit. [Here lies a sketch of a petal of a White-Jasmine flower with a droplet of blood from above's sketch falling onto it. The petal is floating.]
Virtue. [Here lies a sketch of a healthy river. Populated by aquatic life and flowers that housed the White-Jasmines.]
Partisan. [Here lies a sketch of a little stone tower with torches on it.]
Storm Clouds. [Here lies a sketch of a bolt of lightning striking a sword, breaking it in half.]
Friesden. [Here lies a sketch of a sunflower facing the lights.]
Jaxler. [Here lies a cartoon sketch of a drunken happy eagle leaning it's back against a tree with a bottle of booze in one of it's wings.]
Flux. [Here lies a sketch of a flute with musical notes coming out of it's end. The notes flew up all the way to the white-Jasmine's petal to keep it afloat.]
Stiletto. [Here lies an incomplete sketch of something.]
Indigo. [Here lies a sketch of a chipped roughed bloody axe with dripping blood.]
เฮ้อ..เขียนภาษาใหม่เนี้ยยากจริงๆนะเนี้ย แต่ก็อะนะ พี่สาวอยากให้เราเรียนเขียนอ่านภาษาใหม่ก็อย่างเนี้ยแหละ.หวังว่ามันจะอ่านได้ไม่มีปัญหา.
อย่างน้อยๆก็ได้สมุดใหม่เอาวั้ยเขียนอะไรต่อมิอะไรลงไปละกัน.
[below here lies other numerous sketches of flowers, birds, and other Natural things. The sketches takes up the rest of the page.]
Post by: Omicega on May 10, 2012, 02:33:44 pm
Post by: Psalms01 on May 11, 2012, 02:41:49 am
(( 17 Timber, 259 ))
(( This is after they started working together on stockpiles and workshops. After the reserves too. ))
After their initial conversation, Indigo and Amor chatted occasionally and eventually started working together on Indigo’s pet project. While he paid it no mind at first, Indigo noticed that Amor tends to work during her breaks and eats just two meals per day. It didn’t bother him much, as ponies have varying tolerance for exhaustion, boredom and hunger, but he figured, she might get thirsty, especially in the summer. One day during the noon break, he brought her a jug of juice and two mugs from the kitchen. She was surprised, but grateful. Over the following months he did that again and again, but after a dozen or so times, it started to feel like just another chore. He berated himself for ‘helping’ a pony, who apparently was unwilling to help herself. Worse yet, she might get that into a habit and expect to be given drinks by him, which he meant as an act of kindness, not a way to make her dependant. Then he got an idea; instead of giving her drinks, he decided to give her a practical present for her birthday. He got the date by asking Virtue.
Timber was one of the two months a year when the reserves were training together. Fortunately that day they only chopped wood and did some shooting, so Indigo wasn’t sore. After they finished their training and he was done talking to Halberd, he washed himself and took a big tray of food to his room with juice, vegetable soup, carrots, salad and cake. He put on his best robe and went to fetch Amor. Ever since they started looking over some papers together, him inviting her to his room was nothing unusual. He knocks at her door. “Hello Amor, are you in there?”
Amor did not enjoy autumn, especially the month Timber and most of all her birthday. Work did not ease her mind from her melancholy and visiting the crypt to see Barley helped only a little. The crypt was an alien world of red clay, fungus and moss; the chill served only to increase the dreariness. The mare cleaned her hooves at the well, barely missing Indigo, who arrived later. She held mixed feelings about not seeing the blue coated reservist captain. Now would be the best time to have a friend, but she wanted to avoid him, when he was training with the reserves. She also thought it paramount for the stallion not to see her like this. The copper Unicorn arrived in her room and did not even bother to lock the hidden bolt. She changed into her nightwear and laid down for sleep, neglecting her growling stomach and making her slumber light. A while later she heard a knock at her door, followed by a familiar voice. She thought it would be best to tell him off politely, but decides against it. The sleepy-eyed mare gets up from her bed and opens her apartment door. “Indigo, how are you this afternoon?” She says, desperately trying not to sound cheerless.
“I’m quite fine. I’m a little exhausted by the training, though.” answers Indigo. You look sad.
Amor was unhappy to hear other ponies complaining about what they chose for themselves, but acknowledged their right to do so. “Be sure to get plenty of rest when you train, for your own sake.” She utters, as she fully awakens from her previous nap. The thought to question, as to why he was there, emerges in her mind. “Indigo, we don’t typically meet after work, when you are training. Is anything the matter?”
Indigo notes that Amor is alone and looks unwell, so he concludes that she doesn’t celebrate her birthday. Just like him in recent years, which is a bit sad to think about. “No, nothing's the matter. I just have something to show you in my room. Come on.”
Maybe helping Indigo with paperwork can get my mind off of things. Amor exits her room, shutting and locking the door behind her and follows Indigo. When they reach his apartment, he opens the door and walks in. Amor is nearly too surprised to do her customary mental checklists. Instead of papers, writing utensils and a ruler, the table is covered in food. There is even some celery cake (http://recipes.stevex.net/recipe/celery_cake). Indigo smiles and gestures for her to come in. She holds little doubt, that this is a birthday dinner and her eyes begin to water. “What is this about, Indigo?” she says, coming through the door and closing it behind her.
“Well, today is your birthday. I got this for you.” He opens his cabinet and pulls out a -Triffle Pewter Flask-. “I’ve noticed, you work all day and get thirsty, so just fill it each morning and drink whenever you want to.” He levitates the flask in front of her. It is sturdy and practical, but quite simple and unadorned.
Reaching out with her hooves to accept the metallic flask, she could no longer hold back her tears at the notion of the gift. “Indigo…” The name comes out broken and Amor stopped to wipe at her eyes before attempting again. “Indigo, this day has always been a reminder of the mother I lost and never got to know. You remind me that that is not what this day was about, thank you.” She beams the stallion a weak smile and takes his gift.
Indigo is quite surprised at her crying like that and saddened by the way her mother died. He scarcely remembers his own childhood, but mother was an important part of it. Perhaps I should send my parents a letter. “I... I had no idea about your mother. I thought you just had nopony to celebrate with.” He looks at her melting in front of him, unsure of what to do. Should I hug her? Say something to her? Leave her alone? “You really never had a birthday party before?” That was a stupid thing for me to say.
The mare gradually regains her composure as she caresses the flask, jovially staring into its sheen. She returns her eyes to Indigo and answers. “I’ve had a few birthday parties but not in a long time, what about you?” Said as she places the -Triffle Pewter Flask- on the table.
“I stopped a few years ago. After my arrival to Dawpick, I used to take an afternoon off on my birthday, play with Whiskers and eat cake, but it became depressing with nopony to share it with. Well, there was Kat, but... I’d rather not talk about her.” Indigo focuses back on Amor. “So as you can see, I’m not really a party pony. I just wanted to give you the flask.” He looks at the table. “I got us some food from the kitchen, but if this was a real birthday party, there should be some decorations, and a candle on that cake... Actually, give me a moment, I can fix that.” He pulls a candle out of a drawer, sticks it into the cake and lights it up. “There. Now, there should probably be other guests. Is there anypony, you’d like me to invite? You said earlier, you wanted to make some friends.”
The candle atop the cake is a nice gesture and it makes Amor cherish the moment. Her thoughts still linger in grief but are moving on, thanks to Indigo. “Thank you Indigo, for trying so hard on my account. Maybe it would be best if it was the two of us, this time at least until next time.”
Next time? Oh well, I’ll think about it next year. He looks at the table. “So... are you hungry? I sure am.” He puts some salad on two plates, placing one in front of each of them and starts to eat.
At Indigo’s statement the mare walks over to the table. “Honestly, I’m famished.” She says, too embarrassed to tell the stallion that she has went the entire day without a meal. The two of them spend the next three hours together, eating, drinking and talking. Eventually it gets late and it is time to go to sleep, so Indigo sees Amor to his door.
Amor turns back to him, but just as she is going to say her goodbye, she reminisces in a split second a heartrending memory of one of her early birthdays. The mare’s mind is filled with rolling hills outside of Coupledye, within the walls of a humble graveyard. Amor was a foal of no more than three, hiding in her father’s shadow. The two ponies were looking at a marble slab with the name ‘Anima Kurollodel’ engraved on it. The young filly looked up to the aged, slate gray earth pony, and asked as she prodded her horn, “Daddy, why is mother gone?” The stallion huffed and after a moment answered. “Amor, those the gods love, die young and Heavens’ gates accept them. With time we must accept death too, for why Anima has passed away, was on the Gods’ terms and they know best.” The recollection is blurred by time. Now the mare is happy to add this night to her memories and it made her birthdays less bleak. Her remembrance is broken when Indigo hugs her. The gesture causes her to tense up slightly but she doesn’t reject him. Hmm… His warmth is nice, but why does his coat feel like quills? Her voice comes out shaky. “Thank you for the party, Indigo and goodnight.”
“Goodnigt Amor.” says Indigo. It was nice spending time with you. This party was good, despite my lack of preparations. And I won’t have to bring you drinks again, when it’s hot. After she leaves, he prepares the dishes to be moved back to the kitchen in the morning, lays on his bed, puts out his lamps and falls asleep.
Post by: Telgin on May 12, 2012, 12:49:41 am
(http://i198.photobucket.com/albums/aa176/Kryptid/VirtueAvatar.jpg)
Virtue's Diary - 12th Slate, 261
Something most unexpected happened today. I've known that I must have looked awful... what with everything that's been slowly eating me alive inside, capped off with Longshot nearly being killed instead of me. It's more than I can really stand.
But while I was at the well this morning trying to force myself to wake up I was approached by Sarissa. She told me how worried she'd been about me, that she cared a lot about me, and had even knit me a sweater. I know it seems like a small gesture, but it's just the thing I needed. I think I might have actually spooked her a bit by hugging her, but she doesn't realize how much it means to me to know that the ponies here care.
I wish I didn't worry them though. They shouldn't have to worry about me. I really should be stronger about this. I'm trying... so... so hard...
19th Slate, 261
Compared to the last little while, today was bit of a small reprieve. I got word from Panacea today that Longshot has recovered from his injuries and went home. I stopped by to speak with him for a while, and he certainly seems to be doing better. It's a weight off my mind to see him okay, although it's a reminder of how easily I could have been in his place. Even moreso, it reminds me that we almost never talk anymore. I'm alway so busy I never really get to talk to my friends these days.
We also had another colt grow up today: Blue Moon. Detergent and Savory held a little party for him, and afterward he went off with the farmers to learn about processing plants and brewing them. It's not a glorious job, but a crucial one, so I hope he's happy with it.
26th Slate, 261
Today was a bit stressful. Panacea told me that Jaxler was badly wounded by a badger pony while he and Granite were out together. Granite is unharmed, but Jaxler is in bad shape. She managed to get him stable, but he took a serious stab wound to the chest and is going to be hospitalized for a while. I feel awful for him, nothing but bad luck seems to follow that pony around.
I suppose when I feel depressed and dejected over everything that happens here, I should be thankful that my family and I are largely fine. Things could always be worse... always.
2nd Felsite, 261
I didn't think I'd ever see the day, but Stiletto has returned to Dawnpick! I didn't recognize her at first in her strange armor, but I'm happy to see her return. She claims she's here to help protect us against the rainbow ponies, but I fear what that might mean if Coupledye finds out that the Deutschmeiner might be getting involved. For now I'll keep her presence a secret from Coupledye, or at least her reasons a secret.
We haven't needed a large fighting force yet at least. I pray we won't, but I know better.
In any case, I'm glad to see her return. It's unfortunate that Glyph couldn't return with her though, but he has a large responsibility caring for their child, which I understand.
3rd Felsite, 261
Another day I never thought I'd see. We had another alicorn show up in Dawnpick recently, but he's about as much of a contrast to Stiletto as is possible. I'm not entirely convinced he's not completely insane. He has trouble remember his own name and things that are told to him seconds before. Maybe he's not crazy... maybe it is just a very bad memory, but either way he worries me immensely.
He asked to be given a weapon, something I have no intention of doing. I know nothing about him but that he is a bit off, and giving him a weapon sounds like a terrible idea. So I sent him to go talk to Indigo about being in the reserves. I know Indigo won't allow it, but I'm going to be completely honest here and say that I just flat didn't feel like dealing with it. I'm not sure I could have reasoned it out with him anyway. Indigo is a bit more forceful when he needs to be.
I'm still worried him might do something bad or hurt somepony. I might speak to Partisan tomorrow and warn him about the new pony. If anything goes wrong...
9th Felsite, 261
After speaking with Fauchard, it became apparent that leaving the gate down is a liability, so we've started digging a new mine shaft down into the upper mines from a point within the walls. Once we finish it off, we'll close off the old mines and we can raise the drawbridge to be far safer from any enemies.
While the miners were busying themselves with that, the carpenters started laying down the beginnings of some new homes in the expansion area along the north wall. We don't need the space just yet, but with so many children moving out of their parents' homes it won't be long before we do.
16th Felsite, 261
We had another foal reach marehood today: Sheer Delight. Just like Blue Moon, she took to one of the more practical jobs around the city, which was helping the furnace operators produce charcoal for the smelters. As much as we've been smelting iron and steel lately, I'm sure the existing furnace operators will be happy to have some relief.
We also had another strange mood today. This time to Chestnut, who is nearly a mare herself. Her family was surrounding her at the craftspony shops as she set to work making something. I'm anxious to see what she ends up making. Hopefully it will help her decide what she wants to do with her life, which she'll need to decide soon.
25th Felsite, 261
Chestnut finished her scepter today, which is quite a beautiful display of woodcrafting if I do say so myself.
(http://dl.dropbox.com/u/74348879/Dawnpick/117.png)
After I spoke with her about it though, it seems she's not really happy with the idea of being a wood crafter. That saddens me a bit to hear her say that though, since it's a fantastic piece and I'm sure she'd be perfect at it. She even got a cutie mark for it. I hope she decides soon what she wants though, she'll be six in just a few weeks.
3rd Hematite, 261
Well, the old mineshaft is sealed off and the gate has been raised. We're pretty much cut off from any danger inside now, except for anything that might come out of the mines. With the caverns sealed off though, we should be completely safe. I feel a little better now, as the job was coming to a close I couldn't help but wonder if we'd get attacked and have compromised security because of it.
Security brings me to something else though. We decided to build a new barracks inside the keep for my personal guard to train in. I think Glaive and the rest were happy with the results, and it means they can train without interfering too much or being interfered with by the militia.
(http://dl.dropbox.com/u/74348879/Dawnpick/118.png)
It's not much to look at, but it's there anyway. The old barracks really are becoming a bit crowded.
7th Malachite, 261
Chestnut is a mare today, and I'm quite pleased with what that ended up meaning. She's been spending some time with Panacea, and she's decided to help out in the hospital. It's a reminder of the loss of Wool, but she's a sweet young mare and I'm sure she's going to be a big help to Panacea.
14th Galena, 261
As usual for this time of year, we had a zebra caravan arrive. We also traded for about the same things as usual. In the end we traded about fifty thousand bits worth of food and some of the old green glass windows we've been replacing for some drink, leather and a fair bit of wooden furniture to help with the new housing.
17th Galena, 261
Billows was taken by one of those strange moods today, and has claimed one of the forges for some project he's begun working on. He's already a very skilled smith, so I can't wait to see what he produces. I'm certain it will be beautiful, and hopefully something we can find useful.
In other news, with Jury here and the new counsellor Silver Tongue, we're in need of a few more offices. As requested, they're away from the living areas. Frankly, I'm not the least bit upset about Jury being far away from my office. My first real talk with her went more poorly than I could have ever imagined. She's one of the most hateful mares I've ever met. I can't help but feel a lot of apprehension about the legal future of Dawnpick, but she's here now and there's little I can do.
3rd Limestone, 261
I have pretty mixed feelings about today.
On one hoof, Billows did indeed make an amazing buckler, which has been turned over to the militia. Last I heard from Halberd it was probably going to Kukri, who I'd say has more than earned it.
(http://dl.dropbox.com/u/74348879/Dawnpick/121.png)
But on the other hoof, I turned over a lot of my duties to Longshot. I was worried he'd be unhappy at the prospect of working harder, but when I mentioned to him I was barely able to cope anymore, he gladly took over as the manager and book keeper of Dawnpick. I feel a little guilty now, but he assured me over and over again that he was happy to help and wanted more to do anyway. Amor and Indigo will probably speak to him about it since they've been giving me advice over the past couple of years. Maybe they'll lend a hoof.
As much as he claims it's for the best, I can't help but feel a bit useless now. With Jury taking over legal matters, and with him taking over managerial duties, I don't have a lot left to do. I thought I'd be happy at the chance to get some rest, but now I'm not so sure.
Maybe I'll feel better in the morning.
24th Limestone, 261
We nearly had a tragedy today.
The militia was preparing to head into the upper caverns to clear them out for the masons to seal off a larger section of it, when Stiletto was ambushed by one of the giant monsters we missed. Naginata said she was repeatedly knocked over by the beast and so wasn't able to retaliate until it nearly tore her wing off. She was badly wounded in the fight but managed to slay the beast before it took her life.
(http://dl.dropbox.com/u/74348879/Dawnpick/119.png)
She's in the hospital now with severe wounds to her wing, a bad cut across her eye and a gash down her side. Panacea told me she nearly lost her while she and Chestnut tended to her, but she's stable now.
Needless to say I'm quite shaken up by it. Stiletto returned to Dawnpick to help protect us against the rainbows, not the monsters underground. And like Bardiche she nearly lost her life for it.
I'm going to go visit her and make sure everything is going to be okay. It has to be.
(http://dl.dropbox.com/u/74348879/Dawnpick/120.png)
She's pretty banged up, but she'll live.
28th Limestone, 261
Compared to what happened just days ago, today was a pretty happy day. My little Rose is a mare herself now. I've been waiting for this day for six years now, and I'm very happy to see her officially an adult now. We've been talking about what she would do, and she's actually interested in helping me out when the caravans arrive. It's about all I have left to do in Dawnpick, but if it's what she wants I want her to have it. I'll probably still help her out some, and she may help Longshot out a bit if he gets too busy.
I'm also happy to report that Stiletto has already left the hospital. I don't know how it's possible, but she's up on her hooves and moving around. She's still in bad shape, but refused to stay in bed any longer and Panacea agrees that she should recover soon.
All in all, a good day I think.
14th Sandstone, 261
We had another filly turn into a mare today, Floral. She had been having a hard time thinking of what she wanted to do in life, but with the work going on to secure the caverns I think the decision sort of fell to her. She's working with the masons now, and we never can seem to have enough help there. I've spoken with the masons about sealing off the cavern, and Mortar told me it's going to take months to do properly.
But it will be worth it once we do get them sealed off.
28th Sandstone, 261
With all of the business of sealing off the caverns we'd neglected the two offices being built along the south wall, but that all got finished off today. Jury and Silver Tongue are free to move their things in whenever they please. I've noticed Jury seems a bit happier with her arrangements working with Partisan than I expected, so I don't know how she's going to feel about the new office.
Well, she asked for it, and she got it anyway.
(http://dl.dropbox.com/u/74348879/Dawnpick/126.png)
Forgot to add this last night. It's a couple of small offices, but they're away from the housing near the south wall. If they should be so close together... I don't know. But, that's what I've got so far anyway. Might should move some cabinets into the offices like mentioned in RP.
24th Timber, 261
We had yet another incident in the caverns. The sooner they're closed off and safe, the sooner I'll be able to sleep at night.
This time we had some gigantic things that feed on the mushrooms down there wander into the half-completed walls. Dralthas, I'm told they're called. Anyway, the guard were watching at the time and scared the things off. Yari even managed to kill one. As they were switching out with the reserves however, the dralthas came back.
The reserves jumped into action, that much I'm proud of at least. Jaxler shot one of the things dead with his crossbow, but Kit ran into another as she was leaving the caverns. She was forced into melee, which she's not trained for, and ended up badly bruised and with a shattered hoof from the fight. Indigo saved her life by cutting the draltha's head off.
I wish I wasn't there to see that.
I was heading down to the caverns to inspect how things were progressing, since I have little else to do these days. When I saw the fight and saw Kit get injured, everything else left my mind for a moment. Indigo seemed to be very shaken up about the whole thing, which is understandable. Eventually he moved his squad off to cover all of the ways into the mines, and I grabbed Kit up and headed for the surface. We managed to get her to Panacea quickly, and she's being tended to right now.
Her hoof is badly broken, but Panacea assures me she'll be fine.
I dearly hope so. After seeing what happened... I probably won't be sleeping much tonight.
9th Moonstone, 261
Wisteria is a mare today, and like Floral before her didn't really know what to do with herself now. Just like Floral, she's helping out with the masons now to help get the walls finished. I'm glad to see her choose that profession. The sooner we get the walls up, the better. No more dralthas have been spotted, but it's only a matter of time.
19th Moonstone, 261
A couple of things happened today of note: first, I'm quite happy to see Kit leaving the hospital. She's still a bit unsteady on her wounded hoof, but Panacea is certain she'll recover in time. I hate that she got hurt in the first place, but maybe she'll be the last pony to be wounded by monsters underground.
The second thing was yet another strange mood among the children. This time it was Autumn, who rushed off to one of the craftshops to begin work on something strange. It will probably be something wooden, based on what she's gathered so far, but I'm anxious to see what it is.
9th Opal, 261
Autumn finished the toy axe she was working on today. It's probably the most finely crafted toy of its kind that I've ever seen. The only trouble is I have no idea what to do with it, so I let her family keep it for now.
(http://dl.dropbox.com/u/74348879/Dawnpick/122.png)
There's little else that can be done with it, I think. Either way, her family was happy to have her back, far more than the toy, which I can't blame them for at all.
19th Opal
We had a small scare in the caverns today. Another giant beast turned up in the deeper caverns. While it has no way to reach our workers in the upper caverns, it's a reminder we must make haste.
(http://dl.dropbox.com/u/74348879/Dawnpick/123.png)
8th Obsidian, 261
Maize is a stallion today, and after the customary celebration he went off with Harvest Moon to learn about tending to the fields. We're still producing a fair bit more food than we need, but with so many extra hooves around I'm glad he can lend some assistance to the farmers. They won't have to work quite as hard now, anyway.
23rd Obsidian, 261
I've not been so scared since the day of the caravan massacre.
Another assassin forced his way into Dawnpick tonight, somehow bypassing the moat and walls. He then came to the keep where he somehow scaled the walls to the windows of our bedroom. We were woken by him breaking through, and it was all I could do to scream for my and my family's lives as I saw his shifting shape in the darkness.
Glaive arrived in what seemed an impossibly short time afterward, having been patrolling out front of the keep. He lit the room with his magic and slew the assassin in the middle of our bedroom. I thought the scene in the caverns would haunt me, but that paled in comparison to seeing somepony who was intent on murdering me or anypony in my family torn apart by Glaive's righteous fury.
We owe our lives to that pony, and I don't know how to express that enough. I... I need to think on it. I won't be sleeping any more tonight, that much I can be sure of. I don't think any of us will.
I feel sick.
Had yet another diplomat show up, who I introduced to Glaive. They'll get the message eventually. I hope.
24th Obsidian, 261
It was difficult for me to really keep all of this together after what happened last night, so I'll be brief.
Clear Skies grew up today, and joined the mechanics and miners. We needed another miner, and having another mechanic couldn't hurt, so I think it's a good choice.
Rose also traded with the home caravan, where she sent back almost 130 thousand bits worth of steel and food for a lot of hospital supplies, exotic ores, wood, leather and a few other things I don't recall.
I'm proud of her, she did a good job to say I was too shaken up to really do any good. She seems to be handling the attack well, at least. Better than I am.
7th Granite, 262
With all of the children growing up lately, it's been hard to find work for them, but Daisy joined the furnace operators today. After sending back so much steel to Coupledye, we're expected to keep producing a lot, so more charcoal will be needed. It's a dirty but necessary part of the process, so I hope she takes to it with some pride.
20th Granite, 262
We haven't seen much out of the diamond dogs lately, but today broke that respite. Hickory was outside the walls helping to move some things around when she ran into one. It bit her on the nose!
(http://dl.dropbox.com/u/74348879/Dawnpick/124.png)
Ouch. It won't ever heal either, since it's cartilage.
It wasn't that bad, thankfully and the doctors already have her taken care of, but it's yet another reminder that we can't take anything for granted out here. Assassins, badger ponies, diamond dogs... what's next?
7th Felsite, 262
We've been spared these strange moods among the militia for the most part, but another militia pony was taken today. Guisarme slipped away during training to claim a craftspony shop. As usual, no amount of speaking with him or trying to convince him to return to duty did Halberd or Naginata any good, and he's busying himself by fetching things. He's gathered a lot of wood, so I can imagine he'll make some wooden crafts.
10th Slate, 262
Guisarme finished his scepter today, which is exquisite as I expected. Like the last one I don't know what to do with it though, so we're just holding it in the stocks for now. Guisarme seemed indifferent about making it and headed back off to pick back up where he left off in training.
(http://dl.dropbox.com/u/74348879/Dawnpick/125.png)
Another useless craft. Oh well. :(
Post by: Allaki on May 12, 2012, 11:44:56 am
Midnight's diary.
First new entry.
I can't believe I found this old thing... Damn, the stuff I documented. So many grim memories.
It reminds me why I ever got one, I never thought I'd need this again. But, I feel like a shadow
is coming over me, like something grim will happen.
I feel like I should rip out half of this book, and burn it. Perhaps toss the whole thing away, and
buy another. But I doubt I'll ever do that. Though, what would have been the point of getting it
at all then? If I didn't want to write these things down, why not find somewhere and yell, or cry?
Perhaps I should see about visiting little Rose again. It was truly hard not to be happy around her.
I barely remember the last time I saw her...
Maybe I'll track down Stiletto as well. I feel like I should at least try to get to know that mare.
Hmm, I can say that about many of the ponies here. I really should be more social...
Post by: jaxler on May 12, 2012, 04:08:19 pm
Jaxler's journal.
27th Slate, 261
Well… about died yesterday. My lung seems to be hurting like hell, I think. I’ve never been good at judging pain. Amor and Flux checked up on me today. It was nice and all, but I don’t really know how to feel about it. I don’t like the idea of having others worry about me, but I like the idea of ponies caring about me. Buck it, I need some damn booze.
12th Felsite, 261
I got out of the hospital yesterday, and I had a flying lesson with Kit. I feel kinda bad that I had to get drunk to actually enjoy the whole flying thing. I’d don’t know why but I would prefer not to have the mare hate my like everypony else. Also today I learned that the alicorn came back to town… Also I learned that we have ANOTHER damned alicorn in town. Apparently the guy’s as smart as a brick and has a perpetual smile on his face. I really just want to hit the damned foal.
24th Limestone, 261
Stiletto got hurt today. The alicorn got her wing horrible injured today fighting a monster.
24th Timber, 261
Damnit, Kit got hurt today. I feel like crap. I should have been able to shoot faster or better or something. She got a busted hoof from a draltha. Indigo had to save her life. Why the hell couldn’t have been a better soldier or… damnit I need a drink.
23rd Obsidian, 261
An assassin showed up again. The guy got smeared across the walls of virtues rooms. I feel bad for virtue. She seems to be falling apart now-in-days. I wish I knew some way to help her, but to be honest I probably would only make her feel worse somehow.
Post by: Kryptid on May 12, 2012, 10:10:22 pm
Sarissa's Journal - 2nd Felsite 261
Looks like that old harlot Stiletto has returned. Why'd she have to come back? She should have stayed gone and taken her filthy ways with her. Who knows which pony she'll try to seduce next. Well, at least it means that we've got some more muscle to keep Dawnpick safe, I suppose.
24th Limestone 261
So Stiletto got the oats beaten out of her by a forgotten beast today, though she lived. Maybe it's not right, but I can't help but feel a bit of schadenfreuda over the incident.
23rd Obsidian 261
I am so angry right now. Those bucking Rainbow Ponies sent an assassin to take the life of Our Lady! Thankfully, he was killed by Glaive before he could lay a hoof on her. He's lucky that I didn't run into him before Glaive did. I would have made him suffer. I would have made him beg for his life. Then I would have laughed as I crushed his windpipe.
Post by: Psalms01 on May 13, 2012, 12:16:18 pm
(( Late Moonstone 260 ))
During the recent captain’s meeting, Indigo asked for the reserves to be permitted to keep their combat gear in their rooms and wear it at will. That month the masons were working on moving a section of the wall around Dawnpick. While it should be reasonably safe, occasional attacks by the bandits were a constant threat and a few times in the history of Dawnpick, they made it pretty far inside the town despite all the guards and patrols. It therefore stood to reason to be prepared for such an event. Indigo washed himself, put his armour over his robe, took his shield and weapons and went to eat breakfast. Ponies in the dining hall weren’t talking about anything interesting, at least those close to him. When he was sated, he went to work on the wall.
Working in armour was a slight inconvenience, but quite bearable. Since he used his horn and not hooves, it didn’t matter much. Some of the other masons, including Jury, cast him a few surprised glances, but said nothing. At daybreak he went to fetch Amor, who was making stone blocks, as usual.
Amor is getting a swallow of water from her -Triffle Pewter Flask-, secured to her mason’s smock by a beetroot red dyed pig tail thread rope. She is disappointed to be working on making blocks from the exquisite marble stone. At least something is being made, but... don’t we have enough blocks already? Maybe I could start commissioning statues. Her thoughts are broken by the sight of Indigo in full uniform walking over to her. The mare slams her fore-hoof into her chisel in an unintended manner, damaging her block. It is still usable, but the scratch disappoints her. “Indigo, are you on duty? I thought you were off from training with the reserves this month?” She says, as she puts her tools away and inspects her work, huffing at the mistakes. In the very least I’m done for today.
“No, I was just building a wall.” Looking at her blocks Indigo notices some small mistakes; nothing too bad, but her block usually come out pretty close to perfect. “Did you have a bad day?”
“No, Indigo. You just distracted me… You had startled me into thinking, that I might have to run for the cellars.” She says prominently annoyed, but calming down. “Why are you in full uniform?” Why is this world so that good ponies must dress for war? She huffs again at the thought.
Indigo looks around in confusion, scanning for potential threats, but finds nothing of interest. He just spots one of the pegasusai guards circling over Dawnpick. “Oh, that. The reserves are allowed to keep their equipment and wear it all the time now. We were working on moving the perimeter wall closer to that hill, and the badger ponies sometimes show up there. They also occasionally penetrate our defences. I’m wearing this just in case I have to fight. If there are any scouts around, seeing more armoured ponies may also serve as a deterrent to an attack. Though I admit, this is less comfortable than my normal outfit.”
Looking sternly at the stallion she still nods her head. “That may be true but it is trading some problems for others. The armor might slow down your work or needless endanger your life or others. One day another incident like the pier falling might happen and that armor slows you… and this time you or others could die.” She gives pause to let Indigo counter.
“Well... yes, it slows me down a bit, but not much. I trained running and dancing in it. I see your point, but in case of an accident, I’d rather have something to protect me. If there is some danger, I’d prefer to have my armour on than no protection at all.” counters Indigo.
Amor continues her stare, but cracks a small smile at the image of Indigo dancing. “And what of the distraction that you caused? Have you seen many heads turning, as you trotted around ready for battle?” She digs her fore-hooves in the ground.
“Some ponies stared at me, but they’ll get used to it. Why is me wearing all this such a problem to you?” asks Indigo.
The mare sighs and looks down for a moment before returning her gaze. “War barding and weaponized tools have no place in civilian life Indigo. It makes us appear war like and causes separation among our allies and… each other. One day you could be ordered to go somewhere and do something, come back as a war hero and be seen as a villain. Your barding will be a reminder to others and to yourself of what you have done. Maybe this is my personal reasons; I just do not want you in the reserves, but thank you for doing it.” Says Amor, as she begins to get the blocks ready for when Amber returns to collect and transfers them to the stockpiles. Maybe I should skip dinner.
Indigo’s mood deteriorates. He is silent for a while. “I’ll do what I have to, but I’m not a hero, Amor.” He looks around making sure, nopony is listening, then lowers his voice, speaking with somber expression. “To tell you the truth, I’m pretty fed up with the reserves myself, but I can’t back off now. I just... can’t.”
Amor’s voice becomes fit for the outdoors, as she temporarily gives up stacking the blocks and takes a few steps to Indigo. “Then you have a disturbing deficit of will, Indigo. If you are troubled by what you chose for yourself and lack the will to change it, then think, what burden you are going to be when needed. Why do you foals insist in playing soldier?” Her voice is stressed and she adopts a pose appropriate more for a warrior.
I really don’t envy her future husband. Indigo takes a step back, lying his ears flat. “Stop it! I... I’m not... I won’t be a burden. I have obligations now. If... if you want to talk about it, come to my room when you’re ready to do so in a civilized manner.” He slowly walks off towards the dining hall, his spirit sunken. Why would she do this to me? I thought she was a friend. Mares... they always find new ways to hurt me.
The curly mane unicorn is hurt by seeing the harm she did and slowly trots up beside the leaving pony. “Indigo, wait. Forgive me for berating you, but why do you do this to yourself?” She says with her usual timid volume.
Indigo stops and looks back at her, with tired expression. “Have you ever had a feeling that you aren’t in control of your own life, as if you were riding in a mining cart, couldn’t get off and could only continue forward? Because that’s how I feel about the reserves. In the beginning I just wanted some way to work out my anger and training in the barracks helped me. Then one thing left to another and now I have a squad and some obligations to fulfill, weather I want to or not. So please don’t lecture me on my ‘deficit of will’!” Indigo begins quietly, but raises his voice for the last part.
Huffing, the mare lays her ears back along her head similar to Indigo’s, as she mulls over her experience working for The Crown. “Yes Indigo, I can say much the same about the mining cart metaphor. Realize that at some point you gave the reigns to your life to others and to reclaim control you must confront them…” She stops and looks towards the fort before returning to Indigo. “I just worry about you, so please don’t die, when it is uncalled for. Otherwise, I support you.”
Indigo relaxes a bit when he hears that. “I... thought about it, but there is a possibility of war and all this cavern exploration is going on.” Which was just another one of my stupid ideas. Why couldn’t I keep my mouth shut? “Soldiers are needed more than ever now. I have at least some training. If I resign, some less experienced pony will take my place. Or Jaxler will take over my squad and turn them into some kind of bandits. He tries to do just that all the time.” Indigo looks at her, rather touched. “I... Thank you for your concern. I don't want to die and try to minimise the risks as best as I can. I intend to call for backup, don’t go into danger alone, train to use my weapons, wear armour, shoot enemies with a crossbow before engaging them, hide behind my shield... Still, it may not be enough and I understand the danger.” Indigo looks at the ground. “There is another, equally disturbing though. At some point I may be forced to kill somepony. I’m sorry about it, but I see no way out of it.” He looks in her eyes. “So as you can see I’m not some kind of glory or excitement seeker. But I still have to do this.”
Listening as the other unicorn talks, Amor hangs onto each word. The concept, that Indigo might have to kill another pony, eats at the mare and it shows on her face. “Indigo, if you have to kill another pony in self-defense or the defense of another, then I would hold nothing against you. Please don’t hold it against yourself.” She locks her eyes with his. “And if you go your whole life responsible for the reserves, without taking innocent life or losing it, would you at least enjoy what you chose.”
Indigo looks at her with sadness and sighs. “It is not your forgiveness I’m worried about, but my own. As for the reserves, there are some good moments, but most of it is tedious. I enjoy making things, not killing.”
Setting on the ground, she looks away and kicks her foreleg at the floor. “Creating things lies in our nature, but this world at times demands that things should die, so we may continue to create.” Amor looks back at Indigo wearing a forlorn face. “I wish it was not so, but we must go on.” After a moment the mare remembers, that she has not yet finished stacking the bricks for Amber and that she has seen neither head nor tail of the apprentice in a while. “Thank you Indigo, for sharing your worries with me.” She says, getting up to return to the mason workshop.
“Thank you for hearing them,” says Indigo and frowns. ”Amor, and please don’t repeat to other ponies what I just told you. I have a position to maintain and it would be devastating, if my squad started calling me a coward.” Why have I told you all of this? Maybe I just needed somepony to talk to. Indigo looks after her as she goes back to organize her blocks. He intended to spend the evening with her, but decides that perhaps after all the things he told her, they both need some time alone to think. He sighs, and walks towards the dining hall. It is good to have a friend.
(( Maklak says: We were trying to get Indigo and Amor to argue over something, but instead he opened to her and they are even closer after this. While that is rather un-paranoid of him, my head cannon is that Amor is smarter and more cunning than Indigo, so I dumb him down a notch in scenes with her. ))
Post by: Psalms01 on May 13, 2012, 12:17:39 pm
(( Day 1 of Opal, 260 ))
For a mining village, especially one specializing in steel, Dawnpick’s lack of a full time metal crafter willing to do commissions, was disappointing to Amor. Worse yet, the best one around was the guards-pony Kat and she had a history with Indigo. Pewter was too busy filling orders for steel armour with Billows. There was also Copper Trim, but the mare was only just learning how to work with metals. It took a few days of observing and waiting for the mason to approach Kat at the forges. Amor trots up to her, with the flask and a money purse around her neck. The mix of heat and smoke chokes the unicorn into a raspy cough, but she blocks it elegantly with her fore-hoof. She moves closer to introduce herself, giving the pegasus her routine curtsy “Hello, I’m Amor. I’m here for a commission if you are willing to take one.”
Kat is working on some new carving tools. She notices Amor and gives her a smile “Hello there Amor!” She has occasionally seen this mare around the town. She is a fellow Dawnpicker, that’s for sure. “A commission you say? Sure! What is it?”
Unsure and a little off put by Kat’s forwardness; Amor thinks it best to move along. The unicorn places her -Triffle Pewter Flask- on the hornblende workbench. “I looked in the stockpile, found a billon metal bar and wish that you use it to place decorations on this flask’s two sides. On one face I want a picture of one my statues of two ponies and on the other, an image of a… debate I had with a friend.” She says in raspy voice, because of the hostile atmosphere of the forges.
Kat, even though her coat seems to be so soft and thin, isn’t as bothered by the forge, as she is used to the heat and smoke by now. “Oh? Well I can do that, no problem!” She chirps with a friendly smile. “When do you want it done?”
Amor contemplates on how to best describe the dispute she had with Indigo, while skipping the names and details about the content of the dialog. “So... I want two unicorns, one in a reservist’s uniform, another in a mason’s smock and both looking in opposite directions. As for the other side, I want a picture of my ≡statue of ponies≡ to adorn its surface.” She says, placing her left fore-hoof under her chin. “No, I didn’t explain that last one right. I desire two unicorns balancing roof tiles on their backs and smiling. How much would this cost me?”
Kat rubs her chin, as she ponders and estimates the cost for a little while, then answers with a smile. “Just say thanks.”
Upon hearing the price, Amor laughs and has to sit down. “Just a pleasant smile, it's full of worth and goodness too, with mare-ly kindness blent, it’s worth a million bits and it doesn't cost a cent. Kat, you are a paragon of generosity. Just one more question: how long will it take?” Amor says, enthusiastic at the notion of it being free, but her upbringing would not let her have the joy. Wait, this is not right. A good deed can demand another, but not necessarily a good one in return. Kat could come later and ask for a favor, that I would be unwilling to fulfill. “Hold, I can’t walk away without paying, please state a price.” The mare says decidedly.
Kat keeps her smile and answers. “It’ll be done before dinner and you being happy is the price I want.”
The other mare reminded Amor of another pegasus, she has once known, but less endearing. She shakes her head. “Kat, what would you have to gain from helping me?”
“I gain the knowledge that I made another pony happy and made a gift for an important friend of hers. And that makes me happy. What else is there more valuable than that?” Kat questions back.
“A conscience as clean as the waters from our water purifier and a soul worth more then platinum. These are worth just as much if not more, but I would not be happy until I pay, so please state a price.” What alternate motive do you have? Amor looks sternly at the pegasus, skeptical to what drives the other mares.
Kat frowns slightly “I do not understand, why paying would make you happy, so I’ll just assume it will make the item feel more valuable, although any gift is already precious by itself. So I guess a hundred bits will do just fine.” She says with a smile as she offers her price. Shouldn’t it be like seven times more for my work’s quality? Oh well.
Amor breaths in relief and drops her stern stare. I arrived here expecting to barter the price down, not up. This Dawnpick is a backwards place, but in a good way. She thinks, as she places her sheep wool purse dyed beetroot red on the workbench, counts the bits and gives them to Kat. “One-hundred in full, thank you Kat.” She picks her purse back and breathes in relief again, because she came here willing to spend over a thousand bits.
Kat nods with a smile, as she accepts the bits and puts them into her own money purse. “Be seeing you Amor.”
The unicorn wanted to stay and chat with the pegasus, but decided against it. This Kat is too friendly for me. Maybe I’ll talk to her later, when she is not so bubbly. Amor returns before dinner to retrieve her flask and is surprised by the masterwork quality. “Thank you, Kat.” The unicorn says, as she secures the container to its rope and slings it around her neck. “If anypony asks where to get metal work done, I know who to reference.” Adds Amor as she marvels the ☼«-Triffle Pewter Flask- »☼. “Farewell, Kat.” Says the unicorn, as she curtseys and trots off to the dinning hall.
“Thanks Amor, Farewell!” Kat says, waving happily, as she watches the other mare leaving happy.
☼«-Triffle Pewter Flask- »☼ 800☼
This is a well-crafted Triffle Pewter Flask. On the item is a masterwork image of exceptional statue of ponies in marble by Amor by Kat in billion. On the item is a masterwork image of two unicorns in disagreement by Kat in billion.
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(( 1st Opal, 260 ))
That evening, Indigo meets with Amor after work as usual. He immediately notices, that the flask he gave her, has some kind of coppery decoration on it. “Amor, can I see that?” he asks, pointing at her flask with a hoof.
Amor is just about to take a sip from her flask, when she hears Indigo asking to see it. A part of her hopes that he only wants a drink, but she knows what it must be about, as she hoofs him her ☼«-Triffle Pewter Flask- »☼.
Indigo takes the flask from her and looks in bewilderment at the beautifully detailed scenes on both sides of it. He recognizes the references and is quite touched by them. Amor was usually quite modest and practical and he never expected anything this flamboyant from her. “Wow. This is beautiful. I just wanted you to never be thirsty during your days, I had no idea, you would want it decorated... with us.” Maybe I should have gotten her a *silver flask* instead, even though it costed more than I save in two months.
The mare is a little anxious and embarrassed, both by the stallion examining the container and by his statements. “Thank you, Indigo. Without you, I would never have the flask… or the memories.” Amor says, as she attempts to bury the tips of her hooves into the ground.
“The memories? What do you...” He is shocked by a sudden realisation. She is afraid, I’ll die in a war and wants something to remember me by. I should better... change the subject. Indigo quickly recomposes himself. “Ah, nevermind... The copper of the decorations is a nice contrast to the silvery sheen of Triffle pewter, don’t you agree? So... tell me, who did it? Pewter? I know he is good, but this is quite exquisite work.” It must have costed you a small fortune and a few times more then the flask itself.
She now feels more concerned than embarrassed, but the thought of lying to her friend never crosses the mind of the female unicorn. “With the memory of your confiding in me still fresh in my mind, I commissioned the first available metal worker, Kat. Amusingly, she was going to do the job for free, I had to insist on paying and those decorations were made with billion.”
Indigo’s expression hardens. “Kat... is very skilled. But I have no idea, why she would want to do this for free, except if she wanted you to owe her a favour.” He gives the flask back with a smile. “Well, enjoy it then.” What’s done is done, there is no sense to dwell on it. “So, are you hungry? Lets go eat something.” He waits for her to come along and they go do the dining hall.
“I plan on enjoying it, Indigo.” She says merrily, after he returns the flask and begins to follow the stallion. Maybe, Kat truly wants to be your friend. So long as there are two ponies left in this world, somepony is going to want somepony else as a friend.
Post by: jaxler on May 13, 2012, 11:11:20 pm
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Jaxler was in his room. He had a feeling, that him attacking a near noble pony was likely going to get him in some serious trouble. Jury deserved that punch, but legally he was at fault. The stallion assumed, that he could get jail time, get beaten or even killed for hitting the mare, but the one thing that scared him the most was the idea of having his crossbow taken away. Jaxler looked to the corner of his room, where he kept a barrel of 190 proof Moonshine. He took it to the back of his room, near his window, and popped open the lid. Jaxler also took his oil lantern, that stood on top of his cabinet and put it on the window sill. He then opened his coffer, took out his brass horseshoes and a few large iron daggers, which he hid around the room and on his person. Then he slung his crossbow onto his back. Jaxler moved over next to his window and stood there, waiting for somepony from the guard or militia to come to his door.
Partisan raced from his room as soon as the door was closed, Flying quickly and quietly. It took him a few minutes to reach the Barracks, only to find nopony there. Knowing Jaxler, he will be preparing for a fight. I can’t go alone. With firm resolve to get this over with as quickly and safely as possible, Partisan grabbed two quivers full of bolts and two crossbows, hoping that he would not need them. He made sure that everything was in working order and sped off once more, going to a pony he knew he could trust in this kind of situation.
Kat was done for the day. She was already in her nightgown and preparing for a good night’s sleep. Just before she got to lay on her bed, she heard knocking. It almost produced a groan from the pegasus mare, but she bit it back and went over to answer it anyway, hoping it would be worthwhile. Her back straightened up instinctively as she saw her Captain there. She gave him a quick surprised sharp salute. “Captain?”
Partisan tossed her a quiver, and watched, as she caught it with ease that can only come through continuous practice. “It’s Jaxler. He punched Jury and now she is demanding his arrest.” His words were quick and more professional than usual. “We have to do it.”
Still in her nightgown, Kat strapped on the quiver and got her crossbow. All she needed to hear was ‘Jaxler’ and ‘he punched’ to know enough of what was going on. “Alright Captain, are we going in hot? Seeing that you brought me ammo and all...” She asked, surpassing a yawn and masking her sleepiness. The very idea of putting Jaxler in jail before going to bed was kind of a nice way to end a day in her view.
“That depends on his first move. I will handle it, if it comes to that. You just follow my lead.” Before she could say anything, he rushed over to Indigo’s door, not too far away, and gave it a gentle knock. Hard enough to be heard, but soft enough not to carry.
After work, Indigo cleaned himself, ate, filled the bowl in his room with fresh water and was looking over some papers. Nothing important, but some level of paperwork was useful for keeping track of things. He heard a quiet knock on his door. Not Amor. Who could it be, then? Indigo went over and opened it, seeing distressed-looking Partisan.
“Indigo, we have an issue.” Partisan took in a deep breath before he continued. “Its Jaxler. He struck Jury. From the report, it was only once, but, it was enough to make her bleed, and it was done on purpose. She came to me demanding his arrest.” And another deep breath. “I came to you because, as Jaxler’s regiment leader, you are responsible to help me do so. I am sorry that this happened before I was able to take him back under my wing.” When finished, he let out a long and irritated sigh.
Take him back under your wing? I’ll finally be rid of him? Well, thanks for telling me. Indigo frowned, looking at Partisan. “I was expecting something like this to happen.” He spoke, as he hastily went back to his room to get his combat equipment, leaving his door open. “Knowing Jaxler, he will consider moving in force on him to be an attack and retaliate. If you want him to go to jail peacefully, your best chance is to go in alone, and leave your backup by the door. And I trust you got somepony to watch his window? He can fly, you know.” Indigo put on his mail shirt and helmet over his robe and choose his close combat gear: a shield and an iron axe, which was forged before Dawnpick had steel and before Castiron learned to make good weapons. Indigo left his crossbow and quiver on his table, so he could run back for them quickly. He really hoped Jaxler would be rational, and fighting wouldn’t be necessary, but being drafted like that still proved the usefulness of keeping their combat gear at hoof by the reserves.
Kat, still in her nightgown, trotted over to Partisan, her crossbow loaded and bolts at the ready. She arrived just a short moment after Partisan and heard Indigo talking something about ‘watch his window’ so she assumed she would be doing that. “Captain, you’d want me to watch his window in case he flies?” she asked, giving Indigo a nod, just to show that she acknowledged his existence.
“From the side. If he happens to be looking out there, I don’t want him to see you. He might jump to conclusions.” That said, he turned to Indigo and gave him a nod at his skilled call.
“I often fly around in my dress with my crossbow and bolts Captain. I believe It wouldn’t be too suspicious.” Kat informed, confident that she wouldn’t rise too much suspicion... But if Jaxler knew that somepony was coming for him, that’d be a different story.
Partisan opened his mouth to give Kat another quick warning, when his thoughts were interrupted by the sound of quick trotting.
Already dressed in her full regalia, armed and armoured, Falcata was hurrying down the corridor on her way to the keep, when she bumped into Partisan and Kat (or was it Kit? She could never tell), both of the guardsponies standing in the corridor, at the threshold of Indigo’s door, with their weapons and armour and having what looked like a very serious discussion. "Um, hello? What's going on?" she asked the pair, unsure which of them was in charge of this little gathering. "It's not Indigo, is it?"
“Shhh!” Partisan sharply blew on his hoof, motioned for her to come closer and told her a short version of the story.
Once Indigo got everything he needed, he joined them outside. Exercises in putting armour on and off have finally paid off; it took him only a moment this time. He closed, but didn’t bar the door to his room, positioned himself to the east of Jaxler’s door and waited for further orders.
Jaxler? Hit Jury? Falcata bit her lip, torn. She really should be going to take over from Fuscina's shift as ducal guard right away, but she didn't want to miss this at all. At the very least, Jaxler deserved a pat on the back from somepony for putting that racist judge back in her place before Jury probably had him locked up.
Virtue will be fine without me for a few minutes... she convinced herself, pushing a slight feeling of guilt aside. This was probably one of those ‘exceptional circumstances’, anyway.
"All right, wow. Um, do you three need any help with that, by any chance? You know how he can be, and he probably knows you're coming."
Partisan shook his head in slight protest, but quickly changed his mind. She was right and, even though he had thought about this earlier, she would probably be a better choice to have with them, considering the fact that she was skilled in close range combat.
“Sure, but remember, we don’t want this to blow out of proportion. I don’t want anyone to get killed over this.” Partisan made sure that his point came across strong and silently nodded for Kat to get into position.
Kat nodded in acknowledgement, and with her wings spread and crossbow on her back, she took to the air and flied into her position, where she had a good look at Jaxler’s window. She tried to keep it casual, as if she was having one of her usual late-night flights again, hoping she wouldn’t alarm Jaxler, even if he sees her.
Having quietly padded across to stand beside Indigo outside of Jaxler's door, Falcata nudged the inexperienced unicorn gently, murmuring in his ear. "Hey, Indigo, just a thought. You might want to, uh, sort of... stand back a bit if he comes out here with hooves swinging looking for a fight, given that you and the rest of your squad are kind of, um, not exactly at mine or Jaxler's level. No offense." she added hastily, not wanting to offend him.
Indigo nodded and obeyed. He always told his squad, that in any real combat they will be better off doing what experienced soldiers tell them and generally practiced what he preached. None of his previous disagreements with Falcata over what he told Lady Virtue counted at this moment. He also wasn’t any kind of glory seeker and had nothing against other soldiers fighting in his stead.
Partisan walked slowly to Jaxler’s door, going over every possibility in his head. Hope for the best, prepare for the worst. He took a few seconds to clear his thoughts and looked in Indigo and Falcata’s direction, making sure that they were in place and ready.
“Jaxler!” He said, not even bothering to knock. “I am sure you knew I would be here, and why, so I’ll skip the formalities. Just come out, unarmed. I don't want any conflict.” His voice was strong and authoritative, hiding the anger that still swelled in the back of his throat.
‘Come out unarmed’, the hell was Partisan thinking? Jaxler would never leave his crossbow behind. “I’ll come out peacefully under two conditions. One, you promise not to try to whack me off the moment I walk outside and two, you let me keep my crossbow. I won’t bring any bolts, but I refuse to go anywhere without my crossbow.” Jaxler then peered out of his green glass window. How foalish was Partisan to have Kat watch his window. Jaxler was a much better fighter and markspony then her, and could easily take Kat down if he got violent.
“I can promise you, that you will be escorted to the cell unharmed and untouched, but you know I can’t allow you to hold onto your crossbow.” Partisan countered. “It is now considered evidence. I am sorry. I can promise you, on my life, that I will make sure, it is safely put away where no pony will get to it. And, when you come out, I will return it to you.” He was hoping to reason with him. Now that Jury was here, rules had to be enforced, by law of the King, or Virtue could lose her Job, her title, and her life. “Please, Jaxler, don’t make this harder than it already is.”
Jaxler’s trust in Partisan had died after he demoted him. The pony put a knife in his back and Jaxler would never trust him with his crossbow. Jaxler put his crossbow in his stone coffer, locked it and then walked over to his door. He still had his brass horseshoes on, and was ready to smash somepony’s head in, if they attacked him. There were two daggers within Jaxler’s reach, one under his doormat and another sitting on top his door frame. Jaxler didn’t plan on using them, but if he had to, he wouldn’t hesitate. “Okay, I’m coming out.” Jaxler slowly opened his door.
“Wait.” Partisan quickly said, as he motioned for the two other ponies to move away from the door. As Jaxler left his room, Partisan noticed a gleam on his horseshoes.
“You are going to hav-” Partisan was interrupted by a loud and sharp voice.
“I DON’T GO ANYWHERE WITHOUT MY CROSSBOW!”
When Partisan was still talking, the door to Sarissa’s room burst open, startling Indigo. The copper mare came out of her room, her sleepy face contorted into a grimace. “What the hay is with all of the yelling out here?!” As she had just been napping, she wasn’t wearing her armor. However, she did have her trademark axe within her telekinetic grasp. Sarissa took notice of the door that everypony was standing in front of, “It’s Jaxler, isn’t it? Is he being uncooperative with something? I’ll get him to straighten up...”
Indigo took one look at Sarissa and got out of her way. “We want him alive and unharmed, if possible,” he said.
“That means none of the crap you tried to pull with that darkbolt a while back, Sarissa,” added Falcata, glaring at the copper-coated unicorn.
“If you want to join, Partisan has the command, so okay it with him.” added Indigo.
“Did you have to bring THAT up again? It’s not like I’d do that to one of our fellow Dawnpickers.” Sarissa groaned at Falcata’s remark, “I don’t even know what he did; can somepony enlighten me?”
"He socked Jury right in the face," replied Falcata with the ghost of a smile. It was illegal, sure, but she could think of nopony more deserving than the odious judge. The things she'd said about Friesden...
“SHOES JA-” Partisan stopped himself from going any further. “Jaxler, I was talking about your brass hooves. I said to come out with no weapons.” It was becoming more and more difficult for him to keep calm, and that fact was starting to show on his face.
“Oh, those, you mean my fashion accessories? I’d never go anywhere without my horseshoes. Ponies might start to think that I’m distasteful.” Jaxler’s voice had a tone that would make Rarity proud. Jaxler wasn’t going to dare to trust anypony not to attack him. As far as he was concerned, Jury might have already condemned him to death. “And I’m not going anywhere without my crossbow!”
Partisan took a deep breath in and let it out very slowly.
“Jaxler. I still can’t let you take it with you.” It was obvious that he was referring to both the crossbow and the brass ‘accessories’ on his hooves.
“And if you are not willing to cooperate with us, we will search your room. I don’t have much choice in that matter. Trust me, it is for your benefit.”
Jaxler’s face hardened. “And the buck do you plan on doing with my crossbow once it’s at the barracks? I plan on confessing to hitting that annoying jackass, Jury, and when I go to jail I know that you won’t let me keep my crossbow. I would rather die than go three months without MY crossbow, do I make myself clear?” Jaxler was clearly pissed. If Partisan said ‘no’ he’d be getting a dent in his head.
“I plan on putting it away in a chest, in Virtues office.” He gave a stern scowl. This was not heading in the direction he wanted.
“And I can’t choose when you get your crossbow back.” Partisan reached out with a hoof, hoping that he could reason with Jaxler without any more issues.
“So, what you’re saying is that I may never get my crossbow back?” Jaxler sighed. “Then I’m sure that I’d rather die than trust you with my crossbow.” Jaxler then flung his brass clad hoof toward Partisan, hoping that he could down the crossbow-thieving bastard.
Partisan was struck hard, even though he did his best to roll with the incoming punch. "BUCK!" he screamed as the ground rushed toward his face, as the darkness enveloped his sight. His sight returned to him, though filled with fuzz and red, for a short time and he tried to stand. Then everything went black once more as he landed with a thud.
Sarissa’s eyes widened with shock as she beheld Jaxler’s impulsive move. Surely he can’t be that foolish; attacking Partisan a second time? Her jaws clamped shut, teeth bared in a sudden burst of outrage. “You...you trash!” Tightening her mental grip on Elegy, the brown unicorn decided that she was going to show him what blunt force trauma really meant. Orienting her ax such that it was being held sideways, she made a forceful swing with the intention of smacking Jaxler on the side of the head with its flat side.
Seeing an axe arcing through the air and misinterpreting Sarissa’s intentions, Falcata reacted instantaneously, catapulting herself towards the copper-coated mare as she swung towards Jaxler. Her intervention was only partially successful; the impact carried Sarissa past her target, although the unicorn still managed to land a solid blow to Jaxler’s wing.
“GUARDS, JAXLER HAS GONE MAD!” yelled Indigo, standing behind his shield, Falcata and Sarissa. He tried to grab Jaxler with telekinesis to slow him down enough for the other soldiers to take him down. Why are they fighting each other instead of Jaxler? Have they gone mad?
“THE HAY IS YOUR PROBLEM?!” Sarissa snapped at Falcata. In an instant, this reminded her of the time when Glaive had stopped her from attacking the Darkbolt. “We’re supposed to be working together! Not sabotaging each other!”
“MY problem? You’re trying to kill him, you psychopath!” barked Falcata, trying to pin the heavier mare down. “I’m not letting you murder somepony!”
Jaxler knew he’d probably get tackled, or punched or wrestled in one way or another, but this? Jaxler knew Sarissa was a short fused mare, but swinging an axe and trying to kill him? Jaxler appeared to be defenseless, and to make things worse he couldn’t dodge either, as he was both standing in the middle of his doorway and hindered by Indigo’s spell. The pony had one option, so he raised his wing and stopped the axe’s blow. The stallion heard a loud crack and had a horrible pain go up and down his spine. “SCREW YOU, I’M NOT GOING TO DIE HERE LIKE AN ANIMAL, GETTING SLAUGHTERED BY SOME... FAT MONSTER!” The little pony was having a hard time moving his wing but still managed to grab a large iron dagger with his mouth out from under his wing. Jaxler was enraged by all the enemies.
Looking up at the white pegasus on top of her, Sarissa’s expression turned to one of malice, “PSYCHOPATH?! Get off of me! I am NOT trying to kill him! I only want to knock the freak’s lights out!”
“You were swinging your axe at his head! I’m not blind, Sarissa! I know you have a skull collection!” yelled Falcata, struggling to stop the larger pony from throwing her off. Glancing back towards the rest of the commotion, she noticed Jaxler holding a knife of some sort in his mouth, and her grip slackened in shock, the pegasus beginning to realise her mistake. Disabling herself and another capable soldier while a now-armed and very, very angry criminal was standing barely a few yards away, in hindsight, hadn’t been the smartest of moves.
Granite awoke to the sounds of shouting and got out of bed to investigate. He opened his door and witnessed a golden unicorn bringing her axe down on Jaxler. For just a moment, he stood frozen in shock as to what was happening, but quickly shook off his fear and started to run towards Jaxler as Sarissa was tackled by Falcata.
Indigo noticed Granite, but assumed he was there to help subdue Jaxler. Things were going bad quickly. What happened to going to prison peacefully? He continued to slow Jaxler down with telekinesis, as other ponies were in his way and Jaxler was too far for an axe swing. “GUARDS!” yelled Indigo again.
Kat, hearing Indigo’s yell, decided that it was probably her time to help out. She flied lower, so she could see through Jaxler’s window. She then slowed down her breathing and aimed down the sight of her crossbow. “I always knew it’d come to this Jaxler. Me shooting you in the back...” she whispered quietly to no one in particular.
“Don’t jump to judgments on me, Fal!” Finally managing to roll out from under Falcata, the frustrated unicorn set her sights on reclaiming Elegy, which had been thrown several feet away by the bum rush. She just took notice of the knife that Jaxler had pulled as she regained her own weapon. The mare pointed the axe in his direction, “Drop it Jaxler! Don’t let this get any messier than it has to!” Sarissa was becoming increasingly angry at this whole situation.
Falcata sprang to her own hooves, maneuvering her own axe into her mouth in one fluid motion and trying to circle around the furious Jaxler. “Put ‘e knife ‘way!” she cried, her voice muffled by the weapon in her jaws. “‘arissa, I’b warning ‘ou, don’ kill hib!”
Keeping a close eye on the black pegasus, Sarissa hears Falcata’s last statement as a vein begins bulging in her forehead, “I’M NOT GOING TO BUCKING KILL HIM ALREADY!” She honestly had no intentions of ending his life. As Falcata continued to spur her anger on, however, she was increasingly tempted to turn him into a broken heap upon a blood-soaked hospital bed; Jaxler really did need his flank handed to him for not learning his lesson the first time he hit Partisan.
Granite ran up next to Jaxler and looked behind him, just in time to notice Kat taking aim in front of an open window. “Jaxler, what the hell is going on?!” Granite said, still looking over at Kat.
Kat, having Jaxler in her aim, pushed her crossbow’s trigger mechanism, sending out her metal bolt flying towards Jaxler’s backside. After all, things seemed to be devolving fast. Without thinking, Granite threw himself into the path of the flying bolt and felt a sharp pain in his abdomen. He screamed in agony and collapsed. “Stupid colt..” Kat groaned at the sight of Granite taking the bolt for Jaxler instead. She began to pull the strings back so that she could reload her crossbow.
“Get out of there, you idiot! We’re trying to arrest a criminal!” yelled Indigo at Granite, as he continued to slow Jaxler down.
“The bucking…” Jaxler couldn’t comprehend what he was seeing. Granite got shot, Granite got shot in Jaxler’s place. His mind went on like a skipping record for a few moments until his mind finally stopped all rational thought. Jaxler had a look in his eyes, it was somewhere between that of a cornered snake and a Rottweiler that just saw its puppy get killed. The enraged stallion didn’t even think twice as threw his knife at Kat. He would have stabbed the mare himself if Indigo wasn’t being so damn annoying with his magic. “I’ll kill you Kat... I’LL BUCKING KILL YOU!”
Granite had been hit and now there was knife sailing off in an arc towards Kat. Sarissa realized that there was too much chaos going on for an effective arrest; Jaxler needed to be brought under control NOW. Falcata was already airborne, hurling herself towards the pegasus stallion like a living ballista bolt. It seemed that Indigo was having trouble holding him down by himself, so Sarissa would add the strength of her own magic to his. She drops Elegy and latches onto Jaxler’s front hooves with the glowing green aura of her telekinesis. “Now! While we’ve got him! Somepony put this dope down!” Even as Sarissa was speaking, Falcata slammed into Jaxler’s left side, knocking both herself and the other pegasus to the floor just as she had done with Sarissa.
Kat suddenly regretted not getting on her guard’s armor; her dress did little to stop the knife, as it sailed towards her, hit her in her upper body and buried itself into her soft sweet flesh. The impact made her jerk backwards and almost drop to the ground below from pain, but she managed to land on her hooves, before slumping onto her side on the ground, gasping and whimpering slightly at her bleeding wound. She was hurt before, sure, but that was from a hammer and she had her armor on. Having a knife lodged inside her was a completely different experience.
Still holding Jaxler as best as he could, as well as his shield and an Axe, Indigo moved closer, now that there was more room beside Sarissa. A hit to the head with the blunt side of an axe could still knock Jaxler out, though this would be easier if we just wanted to kill him. Indigo quickly dismissed the evil thought and spared a glance to the stunned Partisan. Sarissa was stronger than Indigo and her magic was a great help. Holding Jaxler in place worked even with Indigo and Oil Macepony during their training, but this fight was different. Jaxler seemed to have lost it and it made him stronger.
Jaxler was caught off guard to have Falcata’s slam and was stunned. Jaxler was brought down to the ground and couldn’t even begin to move with the amounts of magic on him. “LET ME THE BUCK GO, SO I CAN KILL THAT MONSTER!”
Not bothering to waste time talking, instead maneouvering herself into position atop the immobilised pegasus, Falcata struck Jaxler in the back of his head with the pommel of her axe, knocking him out in one blow. She rolled off the downed stallion, clambering to her hooves and quickly bolting through the open window to help the stricken, bleeding form of Kat on the ground below.
“Sarissa, can you get him to prison alone?” We have some wounded here.” Says Indigo as he tries to help Partisan, still keeping his shield and axe with him, and Jaxler in his field of vision.
Being relieved of the burden of having to hold the enraged pegasus down, Sarissa relaxed and responded to Indigo’s request, “You bet I will...” She lifted the limp form of Jaxler from the ground with her magic and laid him across her back. The unicorn almost wanted to break some of his bones in private, once she was out of sight of everypony else, but she fought the urge to delve deeper into that fantasy. It was jail time for him, although she’d likely be trying to think of ways to make his sentence and suffering worse in the meantime. She trotted off towards Virtue’s office, ready to explain the situation and ask for the keys to the cell.
"Kat?" asked Falcata in a deeply concerned tone, having dropped her axe to the ground, bent over the prone guardspony. "Kat?" There's blood all over the ground... Kat looked up at Falcata for a moment, “I.. didn’t mean to.. shoot Granite..” she said weakly before her eyes rolled up and she slumped back onto the ground, losing consciousness.
Extremely worried, Falcata carefully lifted the unconscious mare onto her back, careful not to jostle her too much, and began staggering slowly towards the hospital under the weight of both her passenger and her full armour. Despite their slow pace, Falcata was hopeful they would make it before Kat lost too much blood. Bastard, she thought as she struggled onwards. The poor markspony had just been doing her job; she hadn't deserved a knife in the ribs. Falcata winced mentally, remembering the time she herself had been injured in a similar manner, although thankfully it looked like Kat had been much more fortunate.
Meanwhile Indigo made sure, that Partisan was alright and woke him up. Partisan opened his eyes and looked at the unicorn with pained expression. "Buck. Head hurts. Where is Jaxler?"
"Knocked out and being taken to prison by Sarissa," Indigo quickly replied, "If you don't need further help, I should help Granite now."
Partisan cast a quick glance at the young colt. He was lying in Jaxler's room with a bolt in his back and a puddle of blood under him. Not good. Not good at all. "Indigo! Get clean cloth! Quick! We need to stop the bleeding." His commands come out rushed, because he was trying to think past the throbbing pain and about many things at once. That was Kat's bolt. "Kat? Where the hay are you, Kat?" Hearing no answer, Partisan ran over to Jaxler's window, looked outside and saw Falcata carrying Kat to the hospital and Sarissa carrying unconscious Jaxler to the keep. What have I done?
Indigo quickly took his axe and shield to his room, grabbed a piece of clean cloth and closed his door from outside. He run over to Granite, pushed the cloth against his wound and asked "Partisan, what now?" At least the stupid colt is still breathing.
The question broke the pegasus out of his shock. "Let's take him to the hospital," he answered, with a dejected look on his face.
Indigo nodded in acknowledgement and the pair carefully lifted Granite, without disturbing the bolt still lodged firmly in the wound, and took him to Panacea, who was already working on Kat. Afterwards Indigo and Falcata told Partisan what happened, while they were walking to check up on Sarissa and Jaxler in the Keep
Sarissa approached Fuscina, who was standing guard at the countess’ door, “See this drunk on my back? I need to keys to the prison. He’s been....naughty. Is Virtue in?”
Fuscina raised an eyebrow as she saw the unconscious pegasus draped across Sarissa’s back. “What did...” She shaked her head. “Nevermind. Yes, she’s in.” She stepped back, opened the door to the keep and gave Sarissa enough room to enter.
“Thank you,” she responded to Fuscina. Peaking inside, she requested Virtue’s attention, “My Lady? I need to put Jaxler in the prison. Perhaps it would be best if I explained later; I’d prefer if I went ahead and got him in there before he comes back to the waking world.”
Virtue’s eyes went wide as she stood from her desk. She opened her mouth to speak, and it took considerable effort for her to accept Sarissa’s request without question. “Yes... alright,” she said as she retrieved the keys. She transferred them to Sarissa with a gravely concerned expression. “Here.”
She accepts the keys telekinetically, “Thank you. The situation is rather messy and we’ve got some ponies who have been harmed. I’ll fill you in when I get back.” After having acquired the keys and searched the pony for any further weapons, Sarissa dumped him in the worst-kept cell she could find. “Sleep well...” she hissed sarcastically after spitting on him.
After she had returned, Sarissa began to recite the situation, “Let me see how I can put this in a nutshell... Jaxler hit Jury, then hit Partisan, I broke Jaxler’s wing, then he struck Kat with a knife, Granite got struck with a bolt, Falcata knocked Jaxler unconscious, and, well, here we are. Kat and Granite are probably going to the hospital...”
Virtue sat heavily, trying and not doing a good job of taking it all in. She gave Sarissa a pleading expression and said, “So... Jury, Partisan, Kat and Granite are all injured? Because of Jaxler?” She blinked and shakes her head slowly. “Why?” she asked in a weak voice.
“To be honest, I don’t know,” Sarissa shook her head, “I don’t even know much of this ‘Jury’ yet. I guess she must have made him angry or something.”
She didn’t doubt for a moment that Jury had done something to anger him, but there was absolutely nothing she could think of that would justify him hurting anypony, much less four separate ponies. “I... I just...” she said, shaking her head in disbelief. She felt like she had to do something, but she didn’t know what. Bothering Panacea and Chestnut just to see how the wounded were doing would be counterproductive to their work, but she didn’t know what to do. “What is everypony else doing? Is there anything else happening?”
“I imagine they are tending to the wounded. Perhaps we should go tell Panacea and Chestnut to get ready for them, unless Kat and Granite are already there. If anything, maybe I can lend some assistance with my Vitalsight in order to assess the degree of internal damage they’ve suffered,” Sarissa answered as she looked in the direction she imagined the hospital was in, “Yeah, I think I’ll head there now.”
Virtue felt completely helpless, but that was something to do at least. Something to keep her mind occupied. “Yes... alright, I’m coming with you.” There wasn’t much she could do, but just sitting there in her office while all this happened would drive her mad. She started toward the door and left with Sarissa, hoping beyond her better judgment, that what she found there wouldn’t be as bad as she feared.
Post by: jaxler on May 14, 2012, 03:48:44 pm
Jaxler woke up and he had an annoying pain in his head and his wing. He got up and looked around. The room was pitch black and cold. The stallion paused for a moment and tried to recollect what happened before he blacked out. Then Jaxler realized the events that had transpired before he got there. “Why did I...” As far as he knew Granite and Kat could have died because of him. Jaxler couldn’t see a thing, and he honestly didn’t know whether or not he had died and gone to hell, and honestly believed he deserved it. He sat down on the cold floor and tried to calm down. “Damn, I need a drink...” Suddenly the room illuminated. Jaxler was sitting in a jail cell, A small jail cell... without his crossbow and to make matters worse he heard a ponies walking down to the room. “Why couldn’t i have just died.”
"Why indeed?" came a supercilious voice from the dungeon entrance, the first of two figures to descend below. Jury stepped forwards into the light, a predatory smirk on her face and her eyes bright with anticipation. "That certainly would have been an acceptable alternative, although I think that the delight I will take in sentencing you might just be worth you continuing to exist."
Partisan was only just behind Jury. There was still a throbbing pain sitting at the lower left side of his face, were a large bruise was forming. There was also a noticeable look of depression on his face. He started to raise a hoof to stop Jury from humiliating Jaxler, like he knew she was going to, but he could not muster the energy to, and just sat there, silently taking in all that was going on.
Of all the things Jaxler hated, Jury came in a close second to being stuck in small spaces. “For the love of god Jury, can you please just get on with it and spare me the pleasantries?” Jaxler really needed some booze and his crossbow. “And if you’d be kind enough I’d like to have my crossbow back, before I go insane.” Jaxler then got up and walked over to the back corner of the cell, His ears laying flat on his head.
"Crossbow? We did not recover any crossbows from the crime scene, Jaxler. When I had Chic crack that chest of yours open with her pickaxe, I am afraid the contents may have been a little...affected, by our method of access. We still have a mangled piece of wood which you can keep as a memento once you are released, though, so there is that to be thankful for. Unless I had it thrown on the stove so Skillet could cook dinner, but I am afraid I cannot remember if that was the case or not." Jury was lying, of course, but the silkiness of her voice betrayed how much pleasure she was taking in tormenting the imprisoned pegasus.
Pickaxe? I thought I had assigned Mortar to do the job of breaking open the chest. Partisan kept his face straight as he finally realized, what she meant by fun the night before.
Jaxler was extremely stressed and depressed right now. Normally he would have yelled at Jury for telling such an obvious lie, but instead he talked in more of a tired tone. “I really don’t like it when ponies lie to me. It takes a lot of crap to even harm my crossbow. A pickaxe strike from some second rate miner couldn’t even dream of harming my weapon. So please can you just shut up and get to the point? I know that you haven’t cracked my chest yet, and that you’re probably going to try to make this entertaining for yourself.” Jaxler was stressed like hell right now. What would happen if somepony found the alicorn horn in his chest? Well, at least he knew, that they haven’t found it yet; she would have brought that up, if she had seen the contents of his coffer.
"Oh, Jaxler, you are being so uncooperative. Very well then, since you ask so nicely, your crossbow is unfortunately still intact, although you have absolutely no chance of getting your violent little hooves on it for the foreseeable future," chirped Jury with malicious glee, as if telling a funny story. "Oh, and before I forget, we found something else interesting in that stone chest of yours, too. Would you like to talk about it, my little pony?" Jury adopted a mockingly friendly tone, like that of a teacher, getting happier by the minute.
“Jury.” Partisan’s speech came out weak and feeble due to the pain, but he made his eyes as firm as possible as he demanded her attention.
“Lets leave that for later. You know, just as well as I do, that it has nothing to do with the case. Lets just get this over with.” His eyes softened again with his last sentence as he looked into hers. He felt bad enough already. He didn’t need Jaxler to say something stupid that forces him to reveal his past.
Jaxler sighed, he really hated jury. “It’s okay Partisan. The mysterious item in my chest is a ethnic relic from my grandfather’s service in alicorn pegasus wars. I’m of Topoireneisian descent, and for you to confiscate that is culturally insensitive and for similar reasons it’s culturally intensity to take my crossbow.” There was a lot of stress in Jaxler’s voice. He really didn’t want to be begging for his beloved weapon. Especially if the person he was begging to was a bloodthirsty demon.
"Culturally insensitive? I am sorry to disappoint you, Jaxler, but I deal in law, not pandering to the 'cultural needs' of violent thugs such as yourself." retorted Jury with a vicious smile. "Your personal effects will be returned if, and only if, I deem it appropriate. Would you like to hazard a guess at whether or not I do?" Before Jaxler could even begin to answer, she plowed on. "But Partisan is correct, as he so often is; we have business to get down to!" Jury trilled the last sentence with pure, undisguised joy, taking a piece of parchment out of her saddlebag, making a huge show of consulting it.
"Now," she stated, glancing at Jaxler with barely concealed loathing, "you have been quite the busy little colt since I wrote up this-" she waved the paper about in the air "- little document, but you can rest assured we will be addressing the matter of you resisting arrest, putting Kat in hospital, etcetera, at a later date. Tell me, Jaxler, how long would you like to stay in that comfortable little cell of yours? How long do you think is fair? Partisan?" she asked, opening the question to both of them.
Partisan looked at Jaxler as pain and anger struggled within him. “I. . . .” an internal conflict ensues, as he tries to come up with a fair yet lenient punishment for him.
It’s Jaxlers fault that Kat is in the hospital, and he attacked my marefriend. There is no way I can let him off for that. But then again, it is my fault that things got out of hand as they did... If only I.. But his body reacted faster than his mind.
“ Too much sun and it burns. This time I can’t defend him. We have to give him the appropriate amount that the law prescribes. Two months.” Only as these words leave his mouth does he notice what he said. Too late to take it back. I hope he grows through this.
The filling of betrayal consumes him as he step back into the background.
“Jury, I’d like to confess.” Jaxler then sighs. He still was concerned about his crossbow. “You know you can gut my crossbow, right? You can just remove the string and the firing mechanism and it’s basically a lump of decorated wood.” Jaxler wasn’t lying when he said he’d rather die than lose his crossbow.
"My favourite word is 'maximum'!" exclaimed Jury unexpectedly. "As in 'maximum sentence'! How about three months? And that is just to start, too! It will be even more fun adding on the time for all the various crimes you committed last night, as well! And confess if you wish; I doubt it will make any difference whatsoever." Jury grinned from ear to ear, absolutely loving it. She ignored Jaxler's crossbow-related protestations, hoping he would get even more worked up about it. "Oh, and I am sorry to say you might need to cut down on the drinking, too. It really is for the best."
Jaxler closed his eyes. As far as he was concerned the walls somehow appeared to closing in. “Jury… In case you didn’t hear me, I’d like to restate myself. You know you can gut my crossbow right? You can just remove the string and the firing mechanism and it’s basically a lump of decorated wood” the amount of stress in Jaxler’s voice obvious. “Also, If I don’t get any booze the withdrawal will kill me. I drink 3 barrels of moonshine a night. I will literally die if I don’t get any booze.”
"Oh, Jaxler, why so serious? I am sure you will be just fine with some lovely, cool water for a few months or years!" Jury's eyes gleamed with vindicative delight as she spoke to the obviously distressed prisoner, the unicorn in her element.
“jury… I can ask you this question over and over. You know you can gut my crossbow right? You can just remove the string and the firing mechanism and it’s basically a lump of decorated wood. Now answer me you insidious, self-righteous, sadistic, vagabond.” Jaxler was more stressed now then he had been in years. Getting mutilated by a cave ogre seemed less horrible then going months without his crossbow or booze. “And for please for the love of all things good, please drop the tone; you’re enjoying this a little bit too much and I’m starting to wonder whether or not you're insane.” ((Jaxler really isn’t pissed off, he’s more or less just talking with a calm (albeit stressed) voice))
Partisan took that as his cue to try and redeem, himself just a bit. He lifted up his hoof and gently tapped Jury.
“Keep it professional.” he whispered in her ear. “This is business. if you want pleasure, we can have dinner tonight. In your office, though. Mine still needs to be cleaned up.”
Taking his own advice, he sucked in all his emotions thus far. Even though it felt like acid lapping at his chest, he spoke out loud.
“Jaxler, you do understand the charges against you, right?”
“Yes I do Partisan. Also don’t interrupt please; I’d like to have her answer my question”
Jury allowed her smile to fade, adopting an icy manner instead. "Fine. We shall go about things professionally. Jaxler Blackflutes, you will not be getting your crossbow, 'gutted' or otherwise, nor will I authorise you to be supplied with alcohol of any type or form. You will remain imprisoned for three months plus any other jail time your most recent crimes merit, under constant guard." Jury finished her recital with her usual disdainful expression, turning to look at Partisan with a less severe gaze. "Shall we leave now, or did I miss anything?"
Jaxler had fear written over his face. The pony couldn’t let somepony take his crossbow, not like this. This was too much. “Partisan, for the love of god man, you can’t let her do this to me.” Jaxler was scared. He honestly couldn’t handle stress, fear, or depression without that hunk of wood. The poor little pony had that weapon for years; it had saved his life numerous times. It was all Jaxler had left and now somepony was going to steal it from him. Just like that. It would be gone forever. “y-you can’t let her do this” Jaxler gave Partisan a look of complete desperation. “P-please man” somehow over the last two days Jaxler had landed himself in hell.
He felt out his edge. This was the first time he had ever heard Jaxler beg. He swallowed hard as he felt his heart break. He couldn’t face the pleading stallion anymore. Instead he turned to Jury and, this time without looking in her eyes, nodded.
"Excellent," said Jury as if commenting on the weather, gesturing for Partisan to leave ahead of her. "Shall we?"
“Damn you to hell, Partisan.”
Partisan did his best not to crack as he opened the door, letting Jury through. As he looked up, noticed a smile on her face. Somehow it reminded him of something Jury said to him when they first met. "I hope that you have the fortitude necessary to do what is just and proper, if it should ever come down to your emotions and enforcing the law." I am sorry, Jaxler, but I know where my loyalties lie.
Post by: Dsarker on May 14, 2012, 11:00:16 pm
Friesden made her way to the hospital, fear flooding through her. Her mother had been hurt, just as Friesden had come up with a little plan to make her dad and her aunt happy. It was lucky she had gone to ask her for permission, or she might not have known for some time.
She entered the hospital, and looking around, spotted her mother lying on a bed, and rushed over to her. “Mum? Mum, are you okay?”
Kat lays there, smiling weakly as she sees her dear Friesdizzy coming over to visit her. “I’m fine, dear.. I’m fine..” She coo’d, not wanting her to be worried.
“You...What happened?” Friesden asks, aghast that such a gentle soul as her mother should be hurt so.
Kat’s smile didn’t leave her face as Friesden asked her.. She didn’t want to answer that.. not at all. “I was.. just doing my duty, Friesden.. Don’t worry about it.”
“Okay...” says Friesden, slightly mollified. “Um...I...I came to ask you something.”
Kat nods with a smile “Yes? What is it that you want to ask?”
“Um...I...I met your sister, Kit...um...And...I...What’s her favourite food and drink?” asks Friesden, telling herself that she wasn’t just evading the question, that she needed to know this stuff to arrange the date.
“hmm, Well I remember that she loves to eat carrot foods, anything Carrot and she loves it. And her drinks? It’s probably still Blood Orange juice. She loved those things.” Kat answered with a happy sigh.
“Oh. Okay. Um. The...The question I was going to...um, she doesn’t have a coltfriend or anything, does she?” Friesden asks, hoping beyond hope that she hadn’t flubbed things up this far in.
Kat ponders for a quick moment. “hmm.. well, She’s been friendly with Jaxler.. and she seems to like spending time and visiting Flux.. But no, I don’t think she found herself a coltfriend yet here. Why?”
“Well. Um...I...You know my dad? He...He doesn’t have a fillyfriend...And he isn’t married anymore...so...I was...I was going to try and get them dating,” Friesden says, tiptoeing through her words. “That...That’s okay, isn’t it?”
Kat giggles at the idea with a happy smile. “Well I’ve seen him. And I say he’s not a bad Stallion, so, Go for it Friesdizzy. I’m sure Kit will like him.”
“Thanks, mum!” Friesden says, her hopes rekindled. They would be happy together. And it would be good!
“You’re welcome dear..” Kat replied with the same happy smile. She doesn’t feel too bad for somepony who have recently got a knife in her ribs. seeing how things seems to be getting better.
Post by: Dsarker on May 14, 2012, 11:00:34 pm
Friesden had an idea, and with Kat’s approval, she was going to do it. First things first - get her dad. She made her way to where her father was, trying to hide the big smile on her face. This was going to be so good!
Friesden finds her father resting in his room, drinking a cup of tea, with just a bit of lime, just the way he liked it, and watching his grandfoals playing. The old stallion sees his daughter arrive. “Hello Friesden, would you like a cup of tea?” He begins to pour her one without waiting for an answer.
“Hello dad,” she said happily. “I’ve got something planned for you I think you’ll like. I arranged a blind date for you!”
Currently wrestling with Balisong, the two rolling over and over in a show of sibling rivalry, Falchion pricks his ears up at hearing a certain voice. Abruptly, he extricates himself from his sister's grip, pushing her away with his magic.
"Friesden! Friesden!" cries Falchion happily, scurrying across to see his favouritest bestest friend ever aside from his twin sister. "Friesden!"
Fauchard nearly chokes on his drink when Friesden says the words “blind date.” After a moment, he regains his composure and responds, “Now, why would you do something like that Friesden? Even if I was interested...Who would be interested in an old widower like me?”
Friesden gives the alicorn colt a hug as he scurries over to see her. “Hello Falchion! How are you today?” She turns to her father, and says to him “Which mare in the fort wouldn’t be interested in the best dad ever?” with a little mock indignation in her voice. “I’m sure you’ll like her, too!”
"I'm the best ever and I hope you're the best ever too because it's good to be happy and I'll see you later!" burbles Falchion, his grip on Friesden being broken by Balisong indignantly pulling him back to their game. "Goodbye Friesden!" he cries, sliding backwards across the floor in a rictus of his sister's magic.
“Bye Falchion,” Friesden says with a smile, enjoying the colt’s reaction to her.
Fauchard sighs, “There is no getting out of this, is there? Alright, I’ll go, but I don’t expect anything to come of it.”
“I think something will, dad!” Friesden says, refusing to be put off. “I’ll just go and make everything ready!” With a happy bounce in her step, she heads off down the hall, on her way to Kit’s house.
Knocking at the door, Friesden waits for Kit to answer. She was going to be so excited, Friesden knew it. “Aunty Kit? Are you home?” she calls out.
Not long after, Kit answered. opening the door and greets Friesden with a cheerful smile. “Friesden!” She chirped at the sight of her niece. She seems like she’s off-duty at the moment and doesn’t seems to be too busy neither. Being in her dress and all. “What’s the occasion today for a visit?”
“Well...I...I sort of arranged a blind date for you!” Friesden says with a smile.
Kit nearly drop her jaw after her brain works in what Friesden just said. “you.. um.. what?” she asked again just to make sure she’s not mishearing anything.
“I arranged a blind date for you!” Friesden repeats. “Don’t worry! It’s going to be the BEST!” she continues with a smile.
Kit was confused. She have no idea why her niece would even do that. “um.. you did? w-with who?”
“Silly, that’s why it’s called a blind date! Come on, you’ll have lots and lots of fun!” Friesden says, still with that smile on her face.
Kit was blushing, but if her niece thought it was a good idea then, what could possibly go wrong? “o-okay.. If you say so Friesden.”
“Yay! Thank you aunt Kit!” says Friesden. “So if you meet in the dining hall in an hour, I’ll have your date there and everything ready, okay?”
“an hour? well, um.. okay. I’ll be there.” Kit answered with a little shy smile.
Friesden bounces off home to tell Fauchard. This was all going better than expected!
When Friesden returns to her father’s room she finds him already busy getting ready. When she walks in she sees him combing his beard, looking around she can see that his finest clothes are laying out on the bed. When Fauchard sees his daughter return he asks, “So, where will I meet this mystery mare, dear?”
“In the dining hall, in about an hour,” Friesden says with a smile, though a hint of trepidation in her mind. Maybe I should have thought of some place else...Someplace more romantic...I guess it’ll have to do. Oh, I do so hope this goes well!
Fauchard noticing the trepidation in his daughter’s voice adds, “The dining hall? Well it shouldn’t be too crowded at this time of the day, yes, that sounds like a fine place to meet.” He pauses for a moment as he sets down the comb and begins to rebraid his now untangled beard. “So can you tell me anything about her, or would that ruin the surprise? Is it somepony I know?”
“I don’t think you know her. But I like her and I think you will too. She’s a nice pony. She’s a pegasus. Um...I think that doesn’t ruin the surprise. You’ll like her,” Friesden repeats. “And she’ll like you, too.”
Fauchard finished straightening his beard, and moves onto his mane, while nodding along as Friesden talks. When she says it’s a pegasus mare, he tries to think of who it could be, his mind stops on one candidate in particular, the one Friesden calls her mother, Kat. He hoped that wasn’t the case however. “Well, we will see how it goes.”
Friesden waited in the dining hall, a slight hint of trepidation in her again. This would all work out, she reminded herself. Then both ponies will be happy!
Fauchard was sitting down at the closest thing to a private table they could find in the dinning hall. He was, much to his own surprise, a bit nervous. He hadn’t been on a date with anypony in...what was it...40 years, he wasn’t even sure. He suppressed a chuckle, at the thought that he had faced down death countless time with less anxiousness than he felt now.
“So...I’ll just go up and get her,” Friesden said, forcing bravado into her voice. This had to work out. This would work out.
“I guess I’ll wait here?” said Fauchard.
“I won’t be a tick, dad. And you’ll love her!” Friesden said, falling back on her certainty as she left to get Kit.
Kit finally let herself be taken into the dining room with Friesden, Wearing the most beautiful dress she could find in her own Cabinet, she’s still blushing quite heavily at the idea of all this. And to see who her secret date was, made her blushes even more. The mare looked even smaller than Friesden, And the blushing! Ogod the blushing! what a heart-stopper and HNG maker. She even have a white lilly flower in her mane. Now that’s just cheating..
Friesden led Kit to the table that her father was sitting at.
Kit sees sitting at the table before her an older Unicorn gentlecolt, dressed up in his best clothes, his old formal uniform, complete with numerous medals, badges, and other insignia, the exact meanings of which are lost on the mare from the far away land. The brown colored unicorn's slightly greyed beard is long and done up neatly in a braid. He is tall for a unicorn, though naturally still smaller than the average Alicorn. His frame is wide with both muscle and bit of fat. He has a high quality but undecorated axe at his side. While she wouldn't call him elderly and he is still clearly in good shape for his age, he is quite obviously a good deal older than herself.
When Fauchard sees Kit and Friesden approach the table, he momentarily fears that it was indeed Kat Friesden had brought, but once he realizes it isn't Kat but her younger sister, he is relieved.
Remembering his manners, he stands to meet her. He bows his head a tad and says, "Good evening miss. My name is Colonel Fauchard Regshetbeth, it is a pleasure to make your acquaintance."
Kit eeped when Fauchard and stood up and bow to her, quickly bowing back at him aswell. The poor mare’s obviously nervous.. “I-, Um.. H-Hello.. I’m.. um, Kit.. I-it’s a pleasure to.. um.. meet you too.” she squeaked out shyly.
Fauchard offers what he hopes is a reassuring smile, at the mare who somehow seemed more nervous then he felt. He pulls out a chair from the table for her and says, “Um...please sit, if you would...uh, care to join me for dinner.”
Kit nodded and carefully sits down onto the chair that was offered for her. Still blushing heavily and nervously. “T-Thankyou..”
Fauchard retakes his own seat across from his date.
Friesden re-enters from stage left, carrying several plates of food and laying them down onto the table, taking another short journey before returning with two jars of drink, one containing Kit’s favourite drink, one containing Fauchard’s favourite. With this, she leaves, about to take her cunningly arranged hiding space just within sight of the table. This would be so good!
“Friesden!” squeals the hiding space in an excited whisper.
Kit nervously shifts about in her seat. Unsure of what to say or when to start eating. She obviously never have been put in a situation like this before.
Fauchard hesitates, he wasn’t really sure where to start, but she seemed even more unsure of this than he did, Perhaps I should try to set her mind at ease? he thought to himself. “I just wanted to let you know miss Kit, that I did not put Friesden up to this, I only found out about this a little over an hour ago.”
Kit perk her ears slightly and twitches it. “um.. r-really? hehe, well. I just.. found out about this as well. Friesden can be quite... an unpredictable mare isn’t she?” Kit said, seemingly to be less tensed and happy to know that he isn’t using Friesden to get to her.
“Falchion?” Friesden asks. “What are you doing here?” she asks with a smile.
“Exploring!” replies the young colt, a bit too quickly.
“Exploring?” Friesden asks, a bit happier to have the company. “Well, we’re watching my dad on his date, so we’ve got to be extra quiet so we don’t disturb him. Okay, Falchi?”
“O-” begins Falchion, before remembering the “extra quiet” bit. He nods instead, smiling and shifting over to make room for Friesden.
Fauchard takes a small sip of the lime wine Friesden had brought for him, it was his favorite as she well knew. “Yes, she was always a hooffull, but her heart is the right place” Fauchard, not sure of how to move the conversation along tries to open with a question, “...So, uh, what brought you to Dawnpick?”
Friesden smiles at Falchion, giving his mane a tussle before looking out through her hiding space to the two ponies talking. They looked happy, and that was good.
Kit smiles and nods in agreement as she sips her blood orange juice aswell. She always loved that drink and is surprised that Friesden knows it. “mm, well.. It’s mostly because of my Sister. I wanted to find her and come stay with her, finding a new life and all that.. you know?” She said with a smile at the mention of Kat.
While Friesden is busy actually watching the two grown-ups eating their dinner, Falchion is only pretending to be interested, slowly edging closer and closer to the striped mare.
Friesden continues watching the two eating with a smile on her face, before feeling another pony touching her. She looks around to see Falchion sitting a little closer than before. “Falchi?” she asks, curiosity in her voice. “What’re you doing?”
“Hmm?” squeaks Falchion nervously, utterly failing his attempt at feigned innocence.
“You’re moving closer to me,” she says with a hint of a smile on her face.
“...no I’m not?” mumbles the colt, his denial coming out more like a question.
“You sure, Falchi?” says Friesden, the smile growing. “Are you embarrassed?”
“...no.” he repeats quietly.
Fauchard nods and smiles, “Aye, I understand that. Family needs to stick together. I came here myself to be closer to my family too.”
Kit smiles more, her blush slowly fading. “Oh? that’s wonderful!” she chirped happily, taking another sip of her juice.
Fauchard takes another sip of his wine, “Aye, and Glaive, uh, he’s my son, if you didn’t know. I haven’t spoken much to ponies outside the family so I don’t really know how well known that is. Anyway, he’s made me quite proud, and Falchion and Balisong have certainly made leaving the capital a worthwhile decision...and meeting Friesden too of course.”
Kit smiles widely at that. “I guess there are ponies who’s leaving your home is more than worth it hmm?” she said before sighing in content. “so, shall we eat?”
Fauchard nods, “Yes, let’s dig in.” says the stallion as he begins to help himself to his blood worm stew.
And with that, Kit begins to eat her food. Smiling quite happily at this surprisingly pleasant date. Not as nervous as before.
“So...what about if I move closer to you, Falchi?” Friesden asks with a smile before shuffling over a bit.
Falchion glances up at the grinning mare beside him, a look of surprise on his face. “Um...”
“Don’t tell me you’re shy, little Falchi,” Friesden gently teases, still smiling. “I know you’re not.”
“I’m not shy!” he declares, bristling slightly. “Well, mostly...”
“Oh, really? Prove it,” Friesden challenged. “Tell me why you’ve been creeping up next to me.”
“....um.” Falchion shrinks a bit.
“Or am I going to have to give you a hug?” she asks, mock threateningly.
Falchion says nothing, but he gets a hopeful look on his face.
Fauchard between bites of food, continues with the conversation, “You are a member of Dawnpick’s guard correct? That is an unusual career choice for a young mare, what made you choose it, if you don’t mind me asking?”
Kit gulps down her food before answering with a smile “well.. When I first got here, Kat was in Hospital, injured from a fight.. So I wanted to do something that could help her. So I became a guard like her! help her work and next time when there’s a fight, I’ll be there to help her aswell!”
Fauchard nods as Kit explains her reason, “You seem quite dedicated to your sister. Coming to this remote outpost, and then when you arrive joining a dangerous career just to try and help keep her safe. That is quite admirable, if only everypony could show such loyalty.” notes Fauchard.
Kit blushes softly and smiles at the compliment, giggling softly. “well.. She’s the bestest sister I could ever asked for. I’d do anything for her.”
Friesden smiles at the cute colt. “Hugs it is, then!” she says with a little giggle, before giving the alicorn a big hug. “Are you going to tell me now, or do I have to give you some more hugs?”
“...more hugs?” he probes, hardly daring to hope.
“Okay, okay. You sure do like hugs, little Falchi,” she says with a smile, before continuing to hug him. After a short while, she pauses, and asks him again. “You going to tell me now?”
“...um. I-” Falchion glances at her earnestly before continuing. “I, um, like you...”
Fauchard smiles and helps himself to more of his dinner. He was surprised at what a nice time he was having. Kit seemed like such a sweet mare, and she was pretty too, not that she would be interested in him, he told himself, which he expected would disappoint Friesden, but it was still nice to have somepony new to talk with. “So, uh, Kit, do you like to read? Dawnpick, unfortunately, doesn’t have a library, but I brought several books with me when I moved, some of them are rather good, if you would like to borrow some of them sometime.”
Kit perk her ears up happily at the mention of readings. “Yep! I love to read! but.. um..” She begins to blushes and squeaks out the next few lines “I.. can’t read or write midpony very well...” she said shyly, Embarrassed.
Fauchard frowns a bit and then smiles at her again, “Well, that’s nothing to be ashamed of Kit, if you would like, I can probably teach you. You already speak the language well, and well, if I could teach my grandson Falchion to read, I’m sure I can handle somepony who actually wants to learn.”
“You like me, do you?” Friesden says with a hint of amusement in her voice.
“...yes,” says Falchion in a small voice, shuffling his wings awkwardly.
Friesden giggles a bit. “Okay then. I take it that’s why you’ve been wanting to play with me a fair bit, right?”
“...maybe...” he mumbles, smiling a little.
“Well...I might be able to play with you a bit more, then,” Friesden says with another smile.
“Play with me more? Really?” breathes Falchion, elated.
“Yes, really,” Friesden says, still smiling. He was so cute.
“I- what kind of playing?” squeaks Falchion.
“Well, what type of playing do you like best, Falchi?” Friesden asks with another smile.
“I, um...” mumbles the young colt, pawing the ground nervously with his ears flat.
“Well, I guess we might be able to do whatever it is, then,” Friesden says, still smiling.
“Okay!” burbles Falchion, his ears pricking up again.
Kit giggles and smiles slightly at that. ears twitching. “Really? you will teach me how to read midpony? I’d be delighted to learn!” she said excitedly
Fauchard nods happily, “Certainly, and perhaps in exchange you can teach me some of your native tongue? Which reminds me...you never said where you moved here from, and I’m failing to place your accent?”
“Sure! I’d love to teach you my native language.. and, well. I moved across the ocean from the far, far east.. took four months of boat travelling to get here.. Me and Kat came from the town called Bangkolt.” Kit answered happily.
Fauchard thinks to himself, “Aye, I think I know where that is, vaguely, from my maps, never been across the sea myself though of course. But you are a long way from home, Kit, you and your sister both, I suppose.”
Kit smiles “Anywhere my sister is, is my home.” She said.
"I can drink to that." says Fauchard lifting his glass, "To our families, for home is where the heart is, and our hearts lie always with them." after his short toast Fauchard finishes his glass of wine in one last gulp and sets it back upon the table.
And with that, Kit toasts as well and downs her juice. Sighing happily. Everything seems to have ended much better than what she expected at first.
Post by: Dsarker on May 14, 2012, 11:00:52 pm
“It’ll be okay, Dad!” says Friesden happily. “Go and have fun with Kit,” she continues with a smile.
“I’m not heading over there to ‘have fun’ Friesden, I’m just going to help her with her writing.” says Fauchard as he lifts a bag with a few books of varying sizes onto his back. “Now you are sure you can handle watching them alone right?”
“Of course I can!” Friesden says. “You don’t need to worry. It’ll all be under control, dad.”
“Allright Friesden, I’ll be back in a couple of hours. And if anything happens...well you know where Kit lives.” Fauchard goes to his grandfoals and says, “Now you two be good for your auntie Friesden, don’t go causing trouble.”
Balisong and Falchion in unison nod and chorus sweetly, “We’ll be good.” Fauchard kisses his granddaughter’s forehead and messes up his grandson’s mane with his forehoof and then without further delay he exits and makes his way to Kit’s home.
Friesden walks over to the pair and smiles. “So. What do you two want to do?” she asks brightly.
Balisong appears hesitant and looks to her bolder brother to decide.
It takes Falchion a moment to realise that all eyes are on him, and he hastily stops gazing dreamily at Friesden, instead flicking his gaze to the floor. "Um...we could- you could tell us a story! Yours are so much better than granddad's!" he says excitedly. Balisong nods, “Yeah, tell us a story.”
“Um...A story.... Let me think...” Friesden tries to think of something to tell them, a story they’d like.
Balisong is already making herself comfortable for story time, dragging a pillow off the bed with her mouth and sitting on it on the floor, with an excited expression, as she starts naming off some of her favorite stories, “Um... How about... the one about the Ursa Major? Or the Princess and the Toady One? Or...Three-Toe the Giant? Or Jack and Golden Swan? Or, one of the ones about Lord Kashez...those are my favorite ones."
"Yeah, one of those!" reiterates Falchion, swiping Balisong's pillow out from under her with his magic and seating himself on it.
Balisong falls to the floor with a thud as her seat is stolen by the dirty thief, as she pulls herself up, “Hey, that was mine, get your own!” she says nearly shouting.
Friesden hurriedly gets another pillow for Falchion. “Falchi, would you please give your sister back that pillow?” she asks him.
"But-" begins the boisterous colt, before remembering who he's talking to. "Okay, Frie!" he chirps, practically hurling the first pillow back at his sister.
Balisong resets herself on her pillow. I’ll get him back later, when he isn’t expecting it. she thinks to herself, before refocusing her attention on Friesden.
“That’s better,” Friesden says happily as she gives him the pillow she took. “So...A story about Lord Kashez, hmmm? I think I can do one...” she says as she launches into the tale.
“...and so that’s how Lord Kashez gave the elephant its trunk,” Friesden says as she finishes the tale. “What’d you think?”
"That was amazing! breathes Falchion in awe.
Balisong looks to her brother a bit, confused, before turning back to her aunt, “It was real good, although Dad and Grandpa do the elephant voice better.”
"They don't, though!" butts in Falchion hastily. "Bali's just stupid."
“Yeah they do!” retorts Balisong, “Dad does all the best voices!”
“Please Falchi, Balisong, no fighting?” interrupts Friesden, before she continues “I think that Glaive does the voices better, too.”
"Bu- okay," agrees Falchion, switching allegiances instantly. "If you say so, Frie!"
“Told you so, Falchi.” adds his sister.
"Shut up," he retorts, looking away in a petulant manner.
“Well...What do you two want to do next?” Friesden asks.
"I know!" cries Falchion before Balisong can so much as open her mouth, scurrying across the room and rummaging through the chest in the corner. After throwing most of the contents everywhere in his search, he comes across his goal.
"Look!" he calls, waving Friesden's old training sword about with his magic. "Excalibunny!"
Friesden smiles at the colt. “Yes indeed,” she says. “That’s Excalibunny. Do you know much about it?” she asks.
"It was the sword of a brave and strong and... and strong warrior!" he exclaims. "And pretty, too." he murmurs to himself, gazing at Friesden again from behind the floating weapon.
“Oh, she wasn’t that brave...or that strong....She was just an ordinary little zony mare who happened to be chosen by the bunnies.”
"Well, Ithink she was!" declares Falchion with a grin. "Super brave and strong!"
“Really?” Friesden asks, slightly amused. “How do you know?”
"I just do!" states the colt matter-of-factly. "I just know it!"
Balisong has a look of disbelief on her face, “You can’t just know somethin’. It doesn’t work like that! You need a reason.”
"My reason is that I'm not a big stupid like you are, Bali!" jeers Falchion at his sister.
“Falchi,” said Friesden, a slight warning tone in her voice, unable to get herself angry at the cute colt. “Don’t call your sister names.”
“Yeah,” adds Balisong, “stop being a big stupid stupider.”
"But what if they're true? he asks, as innocently as he can.
“Balisong and Falchi,” repeats Friesden, “please stop calling each other names. Even if you think they’re true, Falchi.”
“...but Falchi started...fine.” mutters the little filly. Her brother was always getting her into trouble like this.
"...okay." mumbles the colt, dejected. His sister was very stupid, but if Friesden wanted him to be quiet, then he would.
“Awww...Don’t be like that, Falchi,” Friesden says, not wanting to see the alicorn colt unhappy, and moving over to give him a hug.
Falchion lets Friesden pull him into the hug, smiling all the while. "Thanks, Frie," he murmurs, before pulling himself up to whisper right into her ear: "Bali is very stupid sometimes, though!" he whispers earnestly.
“I’m sure...But you have to be nice to her,” Friesden says with a smile as she continues to hug the young colt.
"I will!" promises Falchion, still clinging back to her.
Friesden eventually has to break the hug, and smiles at him. “Well...What do you want to do with Excalibunny, Falchi?”
“Do with it? But it’s a legendary arty- arte- weapon! I shouldn’t be doing anything with it!” says Falchion, looking shocked at the thought of it.
“I’m sure you could do something with it just this once,” Friesden reassures him.
“Really? Like what?” he queries, eyes bright.
“Have you tried using a sword before, Falchi?” Friesden asks.
Balisong interrupts before her brother can speak, “He tried to get into the wooden weapons at the barracks once, but Daddy got mad, and sent him to bed without dinner.”
“Did not! She’s lying!” accuses Falchion, waving the sword around threateningly.
“Did too! Daddy said you’d hurt yourself and sent you home when you argued with him!” says Balisong countering her brother’s accusations.
“You’re a big stupid liar!” shouts Falchion, jumping at his sister.
As Falchion collides with his sister, the two alicorns collapse to the ground rolling in a mess of flying hooves, flapping wings, flashing harmless magic, and pulled manes.
“You’re the stupid liar!” retorts Balisong, clearly a master debater.
“No, you are!” ripostes Falchion elegantly, showing the same high level of skill.
“STOP IT! BOTH OF YOU!” shouts Friesden.
“She started it!” Falchion pipes up immediately, trying to disentangle himself from his furious sister.
“And I’m finishing it!” Friesden says, the anger in her tone fading. “You two- Balisong, why did you start saying things about him? Falchi, why did you start fighting with her? Both of you have made me very disappointed in you. You should be doing better than that.”
“This is your fault,” whispers the young colt to his sister.
“You’re the one who started arguing,” whispers the filly back to her brother.
“No, you-”
“I said to stop this. Now are you going to stop, or am I going to have to take Excalibunny away from you, Falchion? And don’t think I can’t find some way to punish you, Balisong.” Friesden sighs. “You’re better than this, you two.”
Even though he knew it was a hollow threat - his magic would make it impossible to confiscate the sword - Friesden’s disappointment in him shocks Falchion into obeying. “I- sorry, Frie...” he mumbles, ears lowered.
While Balisong felt that it was unfair to mention punishing her when it was clearly his fault, Balisong complied, “I’m sorry,” she offered though it was insincere.
“That’s better, Falchi,” Friesden says, giving Balisong a slight look of disapproval. “Now why don’t I show you how to use Excalibunny?”
“I already know how!” Falchion says enthusiastically, giving the sword a swipe through the air and knocking a vase off the table. Luckily, he manages to catch it with his magic, though only a minute distance from the floor. “Oops...”
“Hmmm...Maybe we’d better do this somewhere with a bit more room, hmmm? What about if I show you how to use it after Dad comes back? Would that be okay, Falchi?” Friesden asks.
“That would be the best!” he says with a smile, lowering Excalibunny onto the table.
“Well...What else do you want to do, then?”
“Do we have to wait for Granddad, Frie? Can’t we go practice now?” asks Falchion, an idea he’d been nurturing for a while now coming into play.
“I...I don’t want to leave Balisong alone,” Friesden says, a little worry in her voice.
“Why not?” asks Falchion, unconcerned.
“Because something might happen to her,” Friesden says. “Or...What if Dad comes home and finds I left her? He’ll be angry.”
“It’s okay auntie, I’ll go outside with you and just practice with my harp. You and Falchi can play with the stick if you want too.” offers Balisong as a compromise.
“No!” interjects Falchion, a bit too loudly. “Um, no, Friesden’s right, maybe we should wait until tomorrow?” he quickly proposes, smiling.
“Tomorrow sounds like a good idea, Falchi,” Friesden affirms.
“Yay! Okay!” says Falchion with glee, grinning broadly.
Post by: Dsarker on May 14, 2012, 11:01:15 pm
Two figures soar out from inside Dawnpick, one rusty orange, one yellow and stripy. The pair glide out a short distance, touching down together beside a couple of trees on the riverbank. While Friesden seats herself on the grass, Falchion prances nervously on the spot, filled with anticipation.
“So, um...” begins Falchion, having flown with Friesden to a certain pre-chosen spot beside the river, just outside the town walls. “Um... it’s a lovely day?” he probes, trying to kick-start the conversation. It wasn't even sunny, but it was something to talk about.
“It sure is, Falchi. I love this spot here. It’s so beautiful,” Friesden says with a smile.
“It is, isn’t it? It is!” chirps Falchion, getting a bit excited. “So are you!” he adds, without thinking. “I mean, er...” he trails off, lowering his ears instantly.
“I’m beautiful, eh?” Friesden asks, a hint of trepidation starting to show in her voice.
“Um...” says Falchion, wishing he could turn time backwards. "...yes?" he ventures, with no other recourse.
“Well...Um...” Friesden says, not having anything else to think of.
“...Friesden?” queries the young colt, after a period of near-silence, the only noise being the gentle bubbling of the river flowing along.
“Yes, Falchion?” she replies after a second.
“I- um...you’re not mad, are you?” he queries in the smallest of voices.
“I...I’m not mad,” she says. “Just...Just...Confused.”
“C-confused? Why are you confused?” Falchion looks more concerned than anything, moving closer to Friesden.
“You’re so young to be thinking of this sort of thing...” she starts, before trailing off.
Falchion looks confused himself, frowning slightly. “I- young? But... I’m not that young...”
“I...I...I...I’ll need to think...” Friesden says. “I...I don’t know...”
“Y-you... but...”
“What? What is it?”
“I just...” he trails off, staring into the water. “...never mind, Frie.”
“No, no, please, please, I’m sorry!”
“But you said...” Falchion looks both confused and slightly dejected, hesitantly meeting Friesden’s gaze.
“If...If...If you’re sure I’m...I’m...I’m who you want...I...Okay. I...You’re sure you...you want...you want me?” Friesden asks.
“I- I...” Falchion gets stuck, hesitating and overcome with nerves. “I- yes, Frie...”
“I...” Friesden finds the words sticking in her mouth, as if her throat was too small for them to pass through. “I...I...I...I don’t...I...I...”
“It’s okay if you don’t, um... I don’t want to make you unhappy...” mumbles Falchion, forcing a smile.
“No, no,” says Friesden hastily. “I...I...I just...I...Just don’t know why you’d want me...”
“You’re- you’re the nicest most kindest pony ever and you always play games with me for hours and hours and nopony else does that for me except my sister and that’s because she’s my sister and that’s what sisters are for and sometimes she’s annoying and she’s nowhere near as kind and interesting as you are and you’re really pretty and super extra nice and I really like you.” babbles Falchion in a single breath, not daring to stop lest he find himself unable to continue.
“I...really?” Friesden says, half disbelieving. “I...But I’m not a real pony...just a half-breed...And you’re an alicorn...”
Falchion screws up his face in confusion, thinking. “But...I don’t understand...why does that matter?”
“Because...because...I don’t know...But...” she tries again to find another reason why it can’t be so. “I...I’m too old, and you’re a young pony...Isn’t there somepony your own age who’s...Who’s prettier and nicer and kinder than me?”
“...no. There’s nopony k-kinder than you, Frie...” he murmurs, a sudden thought overtaking him. He shuffles a bit closer. “I, um...um...” The young colt swoops in like a condor, pecking Friesden on the cheek and retreating just as quickly.
Friesden blushes red. “Y-y-y-you...You kissed me...” she says, wonder in her voice. “You kissed me...You kissed me!”
“I’m sorry, Frie! Sorry!” Falchion goes into full reverse gear, ears flat to his head again. “I didn’t mean...”
“You...You kissed me...C-c-c-could...Could you...Do...do it again?” she asks.
Falchion hastily obliges, almost launching himself at the striped pegasus, again kissing her on the cheek.
“That...That’s marvellous,” Friesden says, savouring the feeling, as she gives the young colt a hug. “I...I...I think I like you, too...” she says with a blush.
“Really?” asks Falchion, wonderment in his voice. He hadn’t expected this at all. “Does- does that mean...” He lifts his ears up again, waving his tail merrily.
“I...I don’t know...I...I’ll have to talk to Dad. He...He knows more about it than I do. Um...But...But I think so...” Friesden says with a happy smile on her face.
“Can I- can I kiss you...again?” Falchion asks, feeling a bit bolder and gazing in elation at Friesden’s smiling face.
“I...I...Yes, of course you can!” she says, her elation showing through her voice.
This time Falchion really does leap at her, barreling her to the ground and kissing her right on the lips, absolutely delighted.
Friesden is both shocked and overjoyed, holding the kiss and the taste of it for as long as she can, not wanting to break it for anything. Nor does Falchion, happier than ever to keep the contact going as long as possible.
Eventually, however, they begin to run out of air, and the kiss is forcibly broken. Friesden lies there on the ground, an ecstatic smile growing on her face.
“Wow...” Falchion breathes, slightly dazed with joy. “Wow...”
“That...That...That was...Just...Wow...I...Oh, my...that was good,” Friesden says, unwilling to get up for the moment.
Falchion presses up against her, nuzzling her affectionately. “That was...that was nice.” he says slowly, not really having the vocabulary at the minute.
Friesden returns the nuzzle, loving every second she was near him. “I...I...I think I more than like you, Fal...”
“You mean you... really like me?” he asks, grinning ear to ear.
“I mean I love you,” says Friesden, tasting out the word. It felt good to say it. It felt right.
“Oh...” mumbles Falchion, before what she’d just said hits him. “Oh! I- I think I love you too, Frie! I do, I do!”
“We...We have to go tell our parents about this...They’ll want to know,” says Friesden, still unwilling to move.
“Can we...can we tell them later?” says Falchion cheekily, thinking he was being subtle.
“That sounds good,” Friesden says with a smile.
“Do you- do you think they’ll be happy?” asks the young alicorn, with a hint of worry.
“I think they will be...and besides, I’m happy,” she says with a little grin.
“I am too!” he declares, giving an emphatic flap of his wings. “Super happy!”
“Super happy, eh?” Friesden says with a hint of teasing. “Only super happy? I’m extra super happy!”
The colt frowns, bringing more of his vocabulary to bear. “Well, I’m super duper extra happy times a thousand!”
“Well, prove it then,” Friesden says, leaning in for another kiss from the alicorn.
Falchion accepts the challenge with vigour, amply proving the magnitude of his delight.
Friesden holds the colt close to her, unwilling to break the kiss again, hoping just to hold on for even a single second more. Naturally, Falchion allows the pegasus to hold him tightly, wanting nothing more than to continue.
Friesden gazes deep into his eyes as the kiss unfortunately has to end. “This is the best day ever for me, you know?” she says, her joy apparent in her tone.
“The best day ever?” he gasps, trying to work out the maths in his head. “But you’ve had like...thousands of days! Is this really the bestest of them all?”
“Yes! It really is!” Friesden confirms happily.
“Wow. It’s the bestest superest most amazingest day ever for me too, Frie! I mean it! I mean it!” squeals the young alicorn, almost bouncing up and down with sheer happiness.
“That’s great to hear, my love,” says Friesden, smiling wide. “I...I don’t think that I could ever be happier than this.”
“Me neither! This is the most superest thing ever in the history of the whole big wide world!”
“I...I don’t think I want to go tell mum and dad just yet. Maybe we could stay out here a while?” Friesden asks.
“You have the best ideas, Frie!” agrees Falchion, settling down on the grass beside her again.
“And...maybe we can keep kissing while we wait,” she says, doing her own best to be subtle.
“The best ideas!” repeats Falchion, leaning in again with an immense grin across his face.
Post by: Dsarker on May 14, 2012, 11:02:21 pm
Friesden, with Falchion, walks through the fortress, heading for Falcata. Her sister would be so happy!
Skipping in Friesden's wake, Falchion bounces along behind her, grinning like an idiot. He's never been this happy before, and it was proving rather infectious.
Friesden spots Falcata, and happily runs over to her with Falchion. “Hi big sis!” she says happily.
"Hello, you two!" smiles Falcata as the excited pair scurry up to her. "Have you been playing together, then? You look like a pair of very happy ponies," she comments, smiling warmly. Her son wasn't renowned for being a particularly serious pony, and he usually had some sort of mischievous grin on his face anyway, but the expression of pure joy on both their faces is exceptional, and it makes her happy to see it.
“Yup! We’ve been playing,” says Friesden, still smiling.
"Playing out by the river!" chirps Falchion, obviously excited about something.
"I see," says Falcata, slightly suspicious. This was a bit much, even for Falchion, though she was hardly complaining that her son was too happy. "You had fun then? Lots of fun, judging by those smiles on your faces."
"Tell her, Frie!" whispers Falchion in an exceedingly obvious manner, somehow expecting his mother not to hear him.
"Tell me what?" queries Falcata, looking bemused but still smiling broadly.
“Um...You should tell her, Fal,” Friesden whispers back, filled with nerves.
"Um," pauses the young colt, glancing from his mother to Friesden and back again, slowly working up the courage. "Um...me and Friesden, we were sort of maybe doing some, um, kissing out by the river..." stumbles Falchion, turning an impressive shade of red.
“Um...Yeah. We were kissing...By the river,” Friesden says. “And...It was really nice. And...I...I...I think...Um...I think...”
Falcata says nothing for a moment, caught totally by surprise. Whatever things she had been expecting, this wasn't one of them. "You think what, sis?" asks the older mare, mind still racing.
“I think...” Friesden breathes deep, trying to work up the courage. “I think...I think I love him!”
"Me too," squeaks Falchion from his new position, peering out from behind Friesden.
Falcata looks at the pair of them standing there, one yellow, stripy and hopeful-looking, the other hiding behind her, orange and with a messy yellow mane. They go well together she thinks, the smile on her face reappearing. But the family tree is going to look weird...
"Falchi, Friesden, that's wonderful news!" approves Falcata, finally. "It really is!"
“See, Fal! I told you she’d be happy!” Friesden says to Falchion, the smile reappearing.
The alicorn hugs Friesden, overjoyed. "You did, you did! You were right!" he cries, filled with delight again.
Falcata watches the pair in silence, her smile growing. Both so young, really, but just look at them...how happy they are.
Friesden daringly gives Falchion another kiss, the colt leaning joyfully into it as well.
Rolling her eyes, Falcata shakes her head, smiling but embarrassed. They would have to surface for air soon, at any rate.
Friesden eventually breaks the kiss with a touch of regret, but keeps smiling. “Now we’ve got to tell your dad and mine! I’m sure they’ll be just as happy! I can’t wait!”
"Glaive and Fauchard will be overjoyed," reassures Falcata, still beaming at the two of them. "I guarantee it."
"Thanks, Mum! You're the best!" exclaims Falchion, giving his mother a quick but tight hug before scurrying further away. "Come on, Frie! We've got to tell Dad and your dad!"
Friesden happily follows after him, the smile seemingly permanently fixed to her face. This is the best day EVER!
"Bye Friesden! Bye son!" calls Falcata as the pair scuttle merrily away, smiling gently in contentment.
Post by: KingStrongbeard on May 15, 2012, 08:52:20 am
The two stallions paused, a break in the fighting. They glared at each other, murder in their eyes. A charge, Glaive rushes forward, hooves scraping on the marble floor. Fauchard a bit disappointed in his foolish son’s tactic readies to intercept the colt with his own strike, when at the last second, Glaive’s swing stops, What? A feint! thinks Fauchard as Glaive's real attack a deceptively thrown hoof is quickly making its way toward his face, buck. Suddenly, just before impact they are interrupted by the sound of an excited foal, "Dad! Dad!" shouts Falchion. Glaive pauses. Fauchard seeing his chance attacks his son, from his right side, striking Glaive’s bad leg with his axe, while providing a bit of extra torque with his magic, causing Glaive to flip over and fall on his back onto the hard marble floor. Glaive looks up at Fauchard, his father's wooden blade at his neck. And he'd been so close this time too...
"Dad! Dad!" cries Falchion, skidding to a halt on the polished stone floor. "Stop playing with Granddad and listen because Friesden has some super special great best ever news to tell you and it's going to be amazing and here she is now!" he babbles as Friesden comes into view. "Tell them, Frie!"”
Glaive rolls over and pushes himself back up onto his hooves. He looks questioningly at his sister, “Oh?”
Friesden pauses for a second, trying to order the words in her mouth. “Well, um, Dad, me and Falchion were out by the river and...And Falchion kissed me and he’s a great kisser and I love him and he loves me!”
Glaive and Fauchard just stand there for several seconds before uttering in unison, “...What?”
"We love each other!" chirps Falchion by way of explanation.
Glaive looks at his son, “You, you do?” he looks to Fauchard, “Father, what do we do about this?”
Fauchard looks to Friesden, and then to Falchion, he looks them both over closely, as if sizing them up, “Well, I’m not sure what we can do, they do seem to love each other.”
Glaive turns to his father, “But, Falchion is still too young, he’s not even 3 yet!”
Fauchard looks to his son, “Did we not talk about arranging this for them when they were older?”
“Yes, a decade from now at the least!” retorts Glaive clearly unhappy with this news.
“Listen, this isn’t how I would prefer it either, but they could both do much worse than each other.” replies Fauchard.
“I...well, okay, you’re right father, very well.” accepts Glaive.
“But there is one problem still, this could hurt the public image of the family.” says Fauchard with a sigh, “Friesden, Falchion, who else have you told this to, especially the part about you two kissing by the river?” asks the older stallion with a serious tone to his voice.
Friesden was confused. Both she and Falchion were happy, and so was Falcata...why wasn’t Dad and Glaive? “Um...We’ve only told Falcata...Why?”
Glaive speaks up, “Because Friesden, you are a full grown mare, but Falchion is just a foal, just last week he was crying over a scraped knee, he is too young for you, too young to be doing that with anypony, ponies will talk.”
"Ponies always do talking!" interjects Falchion, taking it literally. "And I was not crying, Dad! I'm a big colt now, I'm not too young for anything!"
“That isn’t the point Falchion,” says Glaive, “Ponies will think poorly of the family if this gets out. We must think of our reputations.”
“Why would they think poorly? I love him and he loves me. What’s so bad about that?” Friesden asks, sadness creeping into her voice.
"Repyutiateeon is a silly word! Why can't you just be happy like Mum was!" demands Falchion, moving to stand directly beside Friesden.
Fauchard looks to his grandson, "Falchion, we aren't going to stop you two from being together, but your mother isn't thinking about the bigger picture. She's...she's from a poor family, she doesn't know how it is for us. But appearances do matter, and the majority of ponies would think it is wrong for you to be kissing a pony this much your elder at your age, and it reflects poorly on all of us if we are seen to support it. If you want to be together...." Glaive finishes his father's sentence, "You two will have to keep it a secret for now. Keep this within the family."
“But...But we can still be together?” Friesden asks, the most important question at the moment.
Glaive and Fauchard silently nod in agreement to Friesden.
"But- I don't-" mumbles Falchion, confused and upset. Suddenly, he perks up again, looking defiant. "I'm going to tell Mummy how- how stupid you're b-!" he declares before being interrupted, throwing down the ultimatum.
Friesden, not wanting Falchion to get Dad any more angry in case he doesn’t let them still be together, stops Falchion speaking with a kiss.
The grown stallions shuffle a bit uncomfortably at the sight of Friesden kissing Falchion, but say nothing.
"I still think y-" begins Falchion loudly as soon as he can before being cut off again.
Friesden quickly locks lips with her beloved colt again, not wanting him to speak while he was so angry.
Glaive grumbles through gritted teeth with a forced smile, “Don’t you worry Falchi, your mother and I will be having a long talk about this as soon as I get home.”
"Good!" retorts the colt defiantly after Friesden backs off for air. "She'll show you!"
Glaive tosses his wooden axe to his father, “I’m going to go talk to her now,” he says with a hint of controlled anger, he picks up his real weapon as he makes his way toward the stairs down and out of the keep.
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Glaive arrives at his home and carefully opens the door, looking for his wife.
"Hello, dear!" comes the greeting, Falcata busy picking some of her husband's clothes off the floor. "Please, Glaive, put these away in future? We have a cabinet for a reason..."
Glaive nods, “Oh, sorry about that, I’ll try not to leave them on the floor in the future.” Glaive closes the door behind him and moves to take a seat by the bed, “We, uh, have some things to talk about Fal.”
She glances over her withers at him, busy trying to sort the socks into quads. "Hmm? Like what?" she asks, curious.
“It’s about Falchion and Friesden,” begins Glaive, “they told me they told you already, but just to make sure we are on the same page, what did they tell you?”
"They came running up with big smiles on their faces and told me they were in love." says Falcata, sounding happy. "I think it's a bit, well, odd, but they look so happy together! I'm delighted for the pair of them. I guess they told you as well?"
Glaive nods, “Aye, they told me and father over in the keep just now. I admit, I’m not entirely comfortable with it, as young as Falchion is, but I won’t stand in their way of being together, unless you think we should.”
"Are you joking? They're doing nopony any harm, and if they really feel that way about each other, regardless of their age, then who are we to stop them?" admonishes Falcata, finally finishing with the clothes. "Just let them be," she adds, gently closing the cabinet.
Glaive nods, “Right, but I think, and my father agrees, that other ponies might be less understanding, Falchion is still a foal, while Friesden is not. If they were seen to be kissing in public, it would not reflect well on our family.”
There is a brief pause. "And we should care about that why?" queries Falcata, turning to look at Glaive. "If they want to do that and it brings them joy, why should they or we care about what anypony thinks?"
Glaive also pauses to collect his thoughts before continuing, “Because Fal, it does matter what other ponies think. If the family’s reputation is tarnished it affects all of us, not just them. The well being of the family as a whole is more important than any one part.”
The room's temperature seems to drop a notch, Falcata gazing first uncertainly, then more coldly at her husband. He's being serious? "The 'well being of the family'? You mean you and your father's old-fashioned ideals of, I don't know, all this honour and society stuff? Are you seriously suggesting some damn... moral code or something is more important than your son's happiness, Glaive?"
Glaive sounding defensive, “Old Fashioned? I assure you Fal, in the capital, where I was raised this, honor and society stuff is still of the utmost import, and a family that lost its respect would soon lose everything else with it.” Glaive pauses briefly to inhale, but continues again, more calmly, before Falcata can interrupt, “I don’t intend to stop them from being together, but they need to keep it discreet until Falchion is older.”
"Why should they? Does this look like Coupledye to you, Glaive? Do they or I look like we care even a tiny bit about what a bunch of stuck-up aristocrats would think about those two being together, even if we lived in the capital and not here in Dawnpick?" bristles Falcata angrily, beginning to raise her voice. "You and your father need to open your eyes, Glaive, because you aren't in Coupledye any more."
Glaive a twinge of anxiousness in his voice, “Falcata, please, ponies talk. We might not be living in Coupledye right now, but my father is still well known and my grandfather still lives there, and one day we will go back. My family, no, our family still needs to consider these things. Even out here, things can still get back to Coupledye. We are not as removed from all that as you think.
"Oh, shut up. You're only following these senseless rules because it's traditional, is that it? I don't care, Glaive; I care about my son and daughter and sister and you being happy! And you should care about the same!" Falcata is almost shouting now, and she forges on as another thing hits her. "Were you stupid enough to tell little Falchi that this is what you're restricting him and Friesden for?"
“Of course I told them why! What? Would you rather I lie to my son and sister!?” responds Glaive nearing the edge of yelling himself.
"I would rather you had even a bit of common bloody sense, but it looks like I'm out of luck, huh?" she retorts, furious. "You talk about how young he is and then expect him to understand that? Really?"
“I...I explained it as well as I could,” begins Glaive lamely before ramping his tone back up, “What should I have said then?! He needed some kind of explanation.”
"How about you and your damn father keep your overbearing, hidebound nonsense to yourselves and let the poor colt be happy, and be happy for him yourselves as well! Then you wouldn't have to explain anything, except to tell him and Friesden that you're delighted for them, as you should have done in the first place!" Falcata lets rip, no longer even slightly caring who might hear her.
After Falcata's little rant Glaive prepares to make his counterpoint, when they are suddenly interrupted by the sound of sobbing. Looking to their side the two ponies see young Balisong by the door, tears in her eyes, having apparently come inside a few minutes ago without them noticing and heard most of it. "Wuh, Why, are y..you b..both y..yelling at each other?" she asks through her tears.
Falcata reacts first, quickly hiding her anger and shock at Balisong's early return as she dashes across the room, pulling her daughter into a hug. “It’s all right, Bali, sssh. Your dad and I are- we were just...fixing a problem. We got a bit angry at- at the problem, not at each other, because it’s very hard for us to fix. That’s all, dear.” she explains hastily, hoping it would be enough to fool the shy little filly. “It’s okay, dear.”
Balisong continues to sob, “Bu...but you called daddy stupid...you...you always tell me and brother not to call ponies that.”
Glaive moves over and joins the hug. “It’s okay, Bali, your mother and I...we just had a disagreement, but all the yelling is done, we won’t fight anymore.”
“Yes, Bali, it’s okay. We’re sorry, dear, for upsetting you.” soothes Falcata, gently stroking her daughter’s mane to reassure her.
Balisong clings tightly to her parents burying her face into them. “You...you won’t yell at each other anymore?” she asks sweetly, her tears now being dried from her face by her father’s and mother’s fur.
“We promise,” murmurs Falcata, still clasping her daughter tightly to her. “We promise.”
Post by: Omicega on May 15, 2012, 08:57:07 am
Post by: ZeroInfinity on May 15, 2012, 10:44:28 pm
The writing is clear and legible, plain and unadorned.
Entry 1:
Well, I've arrived in Dawnpick, finally away from Coupledye. I won't have to deal with those complaining of tiny, superficial grievances such as one too-long stare as those nobles seemed so fond of, and I will actually be able to help people. However, I'll be stuck playing the waiting game until I'm fully in business.
Entry 2:
Met a couple ponies. Jaxler, for one, seems like someone I'll be seeing more of in the future, but I'll leave the specifics down in a more secure location, one less readily accessible. I've put in some requests and put up some pamphlets for now, and hopefully they'll pay off. I also met an alicorn, adorned like juggernaut, a veritable bunker. Must've cost a fortune, and weighed a ton at least.
Entry 3:
I finally got an office. It's quite nice, but I wonder why it's next to the judge's. Might be bad for confidentiality. I'll have to put tapestries against that wall, make it more resistant to sound. Perhaps some enchantments?
There are various magical inscriptions, designed to reduce sound. There are also some, interspersed among those, designed to help with addiction, strangely enough.
Entry 4:
Jaxler was arrested today, thrown in jail after resisting arrest. I'm not quite clear on what happened, but I have a hunch it had something to do with alcohol. Looks like some of my work might be going into effect sooner than I hoped.
Post by: Dsarker on May 15, 2012, 11:32:41 pm
Dear diary.
I don't know how to say this.
Something's happened to me, something really good.
First. Somepony I didn't tell you about. Granite. There's a reason I didn't tell you about him. He took me out on a date, and it didn't go so well. And. Afterwards, well, he didn't really see me much again. We talked in the corridors, but I don't think it went even as well as I thought. Maybe. Maybe he was just too busy.
Anyway, I met a new pony recently, mum's sister, Kit. And it was just what I was hoping for! Somepony that dad would like! And so I went to ask mum if I could set the pair up, but she was in the hospital. She said yes, though. So I did.
I set them up on a date, and they looked so happy there! And Falchion was there watching me (which will be important later) watching them. Anyway, they looked happy, so I thought it was a success. I looked for Granite to say what had happened, but I couldn't find him where he usually was, so I just went home.
So the next day, Dad says he was 'going over to Kit's to help teach her how to read midpony', so he got me to look after Falchion and Balisong. I agreed, and Falchion and Balisong were behaving as usual when Falchion asked me to teach him how to use a sword (Excalibunny), but we eventually agreed to do it the next day. So that day, we went out to a spot he'd picked out where we'd be able to train, by the river.
Long story short - He loves me! And he kissed me. And, well, Granite didn't seem to care about me anymore, and...he's such a cute colt and he's going to grow up to be a super stallion, and I think I love him, too.
Sis was really happy, but dad and Glaive were unhappy about it and it was all I could do to get them to let us stay together. They say he's too young. But I still love him.
Post by: Omicega on May 16, 2012, 01:37:41 am
Post by: KingStrongbeard on May 16, 2012, 10:58:02 pm
((Well, this scene, I'm going to be honest, didn't work out exactly how I expected. Glaive kind of got away from me, and by the time I got him back under control...well he'd already said some things I hadn't counted on. Still I think this could lead to some fun really soon.))
Glaive makes his way down the stairs into the dark prison cells, he instinctively lights his way with his glowing horn. He came here straight after work the day after he heard about Jaxler’s arrest. Jaxler had already been down here about 2 days. Glaive understood why Jaxler had been arrested, but he still wanted to get Jaxler’s side of it all. He was still dressed in his steel armor, the metal boots of which clanged upon the floor as he approached, his darkly colored cloak billowing a bit behind him as he walks quickly to the pony standing near what he guessed was Jaxler’s cell.
Kit, noticing the duchess guard’s captain approaching, give him a quick salute. It would’ve been Kat who take guard of this position, but sadly /somepony/ put her in hospital and she have to do it instead. As of now, she still fail to connect the reasons of Jaxler being put in prison and Kat being put in hospital. Else she wouldn’t be feeling so casual like she is now. “Captain.” she greets, still in her salute that must’ve been corrected hundreds of times by her elder sibling.
Glaive notices the improper salute, but decides not to mention it. “Good evening Kit, this is Jaxler’s cell correct?”
Kit nods with a slight smile, before drown it down to keep her ‘professionalism’ as how Kat put it. “Yes captain, Jaxler’s held here.”
Glaive nods, “Very good. Go wait upstairs, I wish to speak to him alone.”
The pegasus mare tilted her head slightly at that questioningly, but knew better than to question her superior. Then gives one last salute with an “Yes sir.” before picking her things and walks up the stairs as ordered.
Glaive thinks to himself, ‘That was easier than I expected...’ He then moves in front of the cell Jaxler was held in and taking a look at the obviously worse for wear pegasus. “Hey Jaxler, how you holding up?” he asked, already knowing the answer he would get.
Jaxler sighed, he honestly felt like crap, but was pleasantly surprised to have a visitor. “Well, I think I’ve been worse.”
With a mischievous smile, “heh, then I guess you don’t need this little present I brought for you after all.” he says as he pulls a small unadorned tin flask out from under his cloak with his magic.
Jaxler’s heart skipped a beat at the sight of the flash. “What is inside that bottle?”
Glaive still with the same smile, “Oh, just a bit of the strongest moonshine I could find. I thought you might like some.”
Jaxler needed that booze, not because he was craving alcohol, but because he really needed to get his mind off what had recently happened to him. “Yes, yes I would like some.”
Glaive levitates the small flask into the cell to Jaxler, “Here you go friend. Enjoy.”
Jaxler chugged the contents of the flask in a matter of seconds. upon fishing he felt slightly buzzed. “So Glaive, I know this might seem a bit rude to ask, but why exactly have you acted kindly towards me? I mean we we rarely talk, and I’m sure that by now Falcata had told you about what happened.”
Glaive’s smile fades and is replaced with a more serious expression, “Well Jaxler, that’s simple to answer. While we might not be close, you have always been a decent pony to me, and you have saved the lives of several ponies here in Dawnpick, and I know first hand what it’s like to sit in a dark cell all alone, and well, I’ve read the official report and talked to Falcata about what she saw, but I wanted to get your side of the story too.”
Jaxler sighed again and closed his eyes. for some odd reason the walls of the cell seemed to be closing in on him. “Well, I blacked out in front of Jury’s apartment. when she found me she poked with my crossbow, and called me a useless cur. I was already angry to be insulted, when I noticed she was holding my crossbow. I told her to give me it back, and she insulted me again, so I put a sizable dent in her head.” Jaxler paused momentarily, obviously stressed by recounting the events. “I went to my room, and waited for Partisan or somepony from the guard to contact me, but instead of just one pony I was greated by a mob of armed soldiers. Partisan demanded that I give him my crossbow as evidence, I told him no and when he continued to demand my crossbow I punched him in the face. Sarrisa snapped at me and flung her axe at my head. Falcata tackled the mad pony, but not before I had to use my wing a meat shield.” Jaxler then rose his clearly broken wing. “I was then under the assumption that I was going to be killed on the spot for assaulting a noble, so I pulled a knife in self defense. Then Granite saw that I was in trouble and ran in, in hopes of helping me. Immediately after that Kat fired a bolt at me and Granite went in front of it and got...” The stallion took a few moments, trying to maintain his composure. “and got hit in the lower body... and... and that’s when I snapped like a twig and hurt Kat.” Jaxler got less loud as he got closer to the part about Kat, in hopes that Kit wouldn’t hear.
“Falcata then knocked me out and I woke up here the next day. J-Jury... Jury walked down here with Partisan and gave me my sentance... I got three months just for hitting her... and... she took away my...” Jaxler was unable to continue and keep a straight face. Granite and Kat almost died because of him, he had no chance of getting back in the guard now, Flux and Granite probably hated him, he was getting claustrophobic, he had a broken wing, he was probably going to die a horrible death due to withdrawal and had his most valuable possession stolen by the one monster that made his life hell. “She took away my crossbow and enjoyed it.” Jaxler placed his hoof on his forehead, covering his face. The poor little pony could hardly handle stress without his weapon. “why did this have to happen?”
Glaive hangs his head, “Ponies have been asking that for hundreds of years Jaxler. I don’t think there really is a reason things like this happen.” Glaive looks back at the caged bird, “But I can tell you this much, your story matches with what Falcata told me, and...I think I can help you. I can’t help you with your three months for hitting Jury, but I think I can keep her from adding any more time to that.” Glaive’s expression becomes more determined, “Sarissa shouldn’t have attacked you like that, even if you did punch Partisan, that is hardly enough to justify her trying to kill you. The fact that she hit your wing with her axe is powerful evidence of her using far more force than necessary. You were fearful for your life, and with just cause, everything you did after that was self-defense. Also, since it was you hitting Jury that landed you in this mess, I don’t think she should have the right to sentence you for that crime. A judge should be impartial and she is anything but. Virtue might need to step in. She might add a bit more time for resisting arrest, you did punch Partisan first after all, but I don’t think it would be too rough, what with the circumstances, another month or so maybe. If you want...I’ll take this to Lady Virtue, and tell her what I think about this. But if you want me to stay out of your affairs, I will respect that.”
Jaxler sighed. “well... thanks, If you could help me out of this hole I’d be grateful, but please, I need to know if i’ll get my crossbow back.” the pegasus was less stressed to realize that he may have a lessened sentence, but he still felt accountable for letting two ponies get injured.
“Understand that I can’t promise you anything yet Jaxler,” says the armored unicorn, “I still need to talk to Virtue, but I if that crossbow has sentimental value to you, I’ll do what I can to make sure it gets returned to you when you are let free.”
“thanks... could Jury be sentenced to jail as well?” the pegasus sighed “She did steal a weapon from the armed forces. Also can you please see about getting Panacea down here to work on my wing?”
Glaive looks more closely at Jaxler’s wing, shinning his magical light upon it. “They...didn’t have anypony look at your wing yet? They just tossed you in here with a broken wing?” Glaive stands up.
Jaxler sighed “Yep, but to be honest if my wing doesn’t heal correctly, it might be what I deserve”
Glaive stomps his hoof on the ground, “What sort of pony would do this! They had no right! Kit! Kit! I know you can hear me go fetch Panacea now! That is an order!” Glaive breathes heavily a few times before he calms himself down and takes a seat in front of the cell again, “To answer your question Jaxler, had they had you treated properly, I would have said no, we don’t have a chance of getting Jury locked up, but with this...you have a case that could lead to Partisan losing his position if he’s lucky, and Jury at the very least paying a fine for her negligence, maybe having them both tossed in here, and if you’re really a lucky bastard...” Glaive smiles, “This just might get you out early.”
“I don’t want Partisan demoted.”
Glaive looks puzzled, “You don’t? Even after he would toss you in this hole with a broken wing and not even fetch a doctor for you?”
“I Have my reasons. My grudge is with Jury, not Partisan.”
“Well, honestly I don’t think we can get anything out of Jury for your wing. Getting you a doctor was the guard’s responsibility not her’s, it would be a stretch to pin it on her, especially without also involving Partisan’s guilt...so no, if you don’t want to pursue that avenue then I don’t think we can get her locked up.”
“Fine then.”
Glaive stands again, “Well, Jaxler, I have asked what I came here to ask, and I have your side of the story now. Is there anything else that you want to say before I head out?”
“The withdrawal will kill me”
Glaive levitates out the now empty tin flask and puts it back under his cloak, “Jaxler, you have a problem with stuff, and it is going to get you into trouble again. That said, nopony can expect you to quit entirely at once. I will bring you this flask, full of whatever you like, at the end of my shift each day, for now, but no more than that, okay?”
“Thank you...”
The sound of hooves rushing down the stairs echos through the dungeon. “Ah, that must be Kit with Panacea. She’ll take care of you. I should go for now Jaxler, I’ll talk to you again tomorrow.” and with that Glaive turns and heads toward the stairs back to the surface.
Post by: jaxler on May 17, 2012, 12:06:08 am
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Jaxler: "you must defeat the zony, or else you will dishonor your master!"
Granite: "But I could never hurt her..."
I will fill in for you Granite, noe go hunt down that alicorn scum!"
Granite: “no"
I trained you to beat the crap out of alicorns, SO GO BEAT UP THE ALICRON!"
"But he's too young; I would have to beat... Friesden..."
"He's an alicorn, he may be young but he can snap a neck with his magic
"He's not fighting Jaxler, Friesden... is..."
"that's why you need to hunt him down, while I distract Friesden"
"I promise I won't hurt her"
"No... I have to fight her... but I can't..."
"If she tapped in for the alicorn, you can tap in for me!"
"No, I have to fight her..."
"May I please at least beat the crap out the alicorn?”
"Knock yourself out, but do not get me involved."
“…We could do it together?"
"Sorry, I don't take pride in beating a foal..."
"He's an alicorn foal, he's like a few inches shorter then you. It's a fair fight."
"Meh, Friesden wants me to duel her... so be it..."
"Aim for the head and remember 'low blows are fair blows"
"Friesden, are we really going to duel?"
Friesden: "It seems we are."
"Friesden regardless of your choice, I don't want to hurt you..."
Jaxler: "YES YOU DO!"
Granite: "Why? I still love her damnit! That won't ever change! I can't bring myself to cause her torment!"
Jaxler: "she honestly deserves it"
Granite: "She deserves better!"
Jaxler: " a 2 year old who can hardly speak isn't better"
Granite: "Tell that to her..."
Jaxler: "look at what you did to Granite, Friesden. Are you not proud of your work?"
Friesden: "I don't want to hurt Granite. But I don't have the same quibble with you, Jaxler."
Granite: "Then... are you proud Friesden?"
Friesden: "Why would I be?"
Granite: "Friesden...why'd you leave me?"
Friesden: "Because I thought you'd left me."
Jaxler: "why did you think that?"
Friesden "He stopped talking to me."
Jaxler: "He was in the hospital after your mother shot him"
Friesden: "My mother wouldn't shoot him!"
Granite: "I never left you, like Jaxler said, Kat shot me on accident. I took the shot for Jaxler, Friesden"
Jaxler: "and what kind of pony doesn't know that there love got shot?"
Friesden: "Because we hadn't been doing things for a long time. I didn't know he still cared."
Jaxler: "he loves you friesden, and the last thing he needs is for you to forsake him."
Granite: "I always cared, even when I was unconscious"
Jaxler: "He got his cutie mark because of you"
Friesden: "I never heard about that. But it doesn't matter. Falchion needs me as well."
Granite: “He's two, does he even know what love is?"
Friesden: "He needs me. And I need him."
Granite: "Then have him. Come on Jaxler, let's go..."
Jaxler: "sure friesden, well guess what? GRANITE NEEDS YOU!"
Granite starts walking away "I won't need anything where I'm going."
"Alicorns only harm the humble" Jaxler then follows after Granite
Granite: "Huh?"
Jaxler: "where are you going"
Granite: "To the quarry then the moat."
Jaxler: "please Granite, don't. Granite... I..."
Granite: "I figured out what my name means Jaxler."
Jaxler: "Granite... I.. I need you..."
Granite: "No you don't, I needed you. It was from my end only… Now all I need is a rock and some rope"
Jaxler: "No... I.. if you go, I will too"
Granite: "Like hell you won't, Dawnpick needs soldiers Jaxler, Dawnpick needs you. It doesn't need me!"
Jaxler: "Granite... Dawnpick doesn't need a drunken mess who only harms those he tries to help..." Jaxler hugs granite "I-I need somepony to help me Granite, and if your gone I'll kill myself, this existence is hard Granite. I need somepony to make it easier, I need my son."
Granite: "You can find a replacement... father."
"I can't” Jaxler hugs tighter
Granite breaks the hug and begins tying a boulder to his leg. "Sorry to disappoint you..."
Jaxler "please granite... I can't..."
Granite finishes the knot
Jaxler: "I'm coming with you"
"No, go tell Friesden of my fate, tell her I'll still love her, Even in hell!” Granite dives into the moat with the rock weighing him down and sinks calmly to the bottom.
Jaxler tears up “ I-I needed somepony as strong as stone.” Jaxler aims his crossbow at his head and fires
Friesden knocks Jaxler aside as she hurries past him into the moat.
Jaxler’s corpse falls into the water
Granite watches as the last bubble of oxygen escapes him and passes out and then fades away.
Friesden dives into the moat and tries to search for Granite in the water.
Granite is dead
Friesden tries to lift Granite's body from the moat.
Granite 's lifeless body barely moves a muscle
Friesden fails to lift it out and drowns as well.
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Granite stands in purgatory, awaiting judgement
Jaxler sucker bucks Celestia the moment he spawns in purgatory "Why did you do that to HIM"
Granite stares at the floor, waiting the final decision. "So sister's, heaven or hell?"
"I know i'm going down, hurry up with the freakin' sentence sisters. you've sentenced me to hell before celestia, I know you'll do it again" Jaxler waits a few moments before exploding "COME ON DAMNIT, I know I'm going to hell, stop making me wait!"
Granite: "Sister's, what is the sentence."
Jaxler: "Hurry up with it and send me to hell"
Luna: SILENCE
Jaxler: "yeah?"
Luna: “HOU SHALT AWAIT THY JUDGEMENT WITH PEACE, NOT THINE MINDLESS YELPINGS”
Jaxler "fine, no need to yell"
Luna: “WE ARE NOT YELLING, WE ARE USING OUR ROYAL V-“ Celestia then gets up “Peace, sister! So, Jaxler Blackflutes, the noisy one, hell? Discord's realm of torment and anguish? That is what you seek?
Jaxler "nope, it's what I expect"
Celestia: “Why, my little pony? Why do you expect us to deal with you in ways so cruel? And you, young one, barely a stallion and before us so soon. What is your tale?”
Granite: "My tale? Well my fillyfriend cheated on me after her mom shot me with a crossbow and put me in a coma. Long story short, I killed myself."
Jaxler: "you've sent me to hell before, and I know you two demons will do so again"
Luna: “DAEMONS? HOLD THY TONGUE, LEST WE REMOVE THY USAGE OF IT FOREVERMORE”
Celestia: “Luna! Peace! Hell before, my little pony? Why do you think it so?”
Jaxler: "My home was immolated in the fire of a thousand suns, and I was left as the sole survivor, my family was killed off, and I was forced into a life of crime... and no matter what, whenever I tried to do any good somepony got hurt because of me…. you let me torment myself"
Celestia remains impassive. "And you would call this your previous hell, then?"
Jaxler: "yes"
Luna “THOU DOST NOT KNOW EVEN THE HUNDREDTH PART OF THE TRUE ABYSSAL PLANE, WHELP. THOU SPEAKEST AS A FOAL NAIVE, UNKNOWING OF THY INSOLENCE THROUGH IGNORANCE!”
Celestia: “SISTER! I said p-“
Luna: “BE SILENT, SISTER, THOU SHALT SPEAK THY BENEVOLENCE IN DUE COURSE “
Jaxler: "please, I'd love to my god blow a gasket"
Luna: “SEE, SISTER? BEHOLD HIS INSOLENCE; CAN HE NOT SEE OUR DIVINE DUALITY? HE SPEAKES OF FALSE GODS IN OUR TERRIBLE PRESENCE!”
Jaxler: "I'd say I’m sorry but I really try my best not to lie"
Granite sits there in awe as Jaxler pisses off the sisters.
Luna: “THY ARROGANCE OFFENDS US. COME, GAZE INTO THE FIERY VOID, WHELP, AND THOU SHALT SEE WHAT THOU SO FOOLISHLY SPEAK OF WITH SUCH UNBECOMING REASON." She gestures Jaxler towards a hole in the aether, waving him forwards. "BEHOLD."
Jaxler: "I'd rather not... Also where is Celestia, she seemed a bit more well-adjusted."
Granite: "Not so fast. Jaxler has done many good deeds in his life. He's saved mine twice and he killed himself because I was gone!"
Luna: “TONGUE STILL, WHELPLING, AND MIND THY PLACE. MY SISTER SHALT HOLD HER PEACE AS SHE IS BIDDEN. NOW -COME-.”
Celestia is watching, impassive and silent, from a short distance away.
Jaxler: "Do I haft’ too?"
Luna: “THY TEMERITY HAS ASSURED IT. WE SHALL NOT BECKON THEE AGAIN; BEHOLD OF THY WILL OR OTHERWISE, WE CARE NOT THE METHOD OF THY SEEING.”
Jaxler shrugged "god, no need to be so loud." He then walks over
Luna pushes Jaxler towards the opening, forcing him to gaze through upon the unspeakable horrors and torments of Discord's realm; a thousand worlds aflame with the ashes of innocent foals, a thousand more laid bare and cracked open, billions, trillions of souls in anguish for the amusement of one god. The sight continues as far as can be seen in every direction; an infinity of despair.
Jaxler: "S-So, you... you honestly plan on sending me there." Jaxler pauses and looks down at his hooves
Luna seals the rip, closing the entry to the abyss. "NOW THOU REALISE THE TRUE NATURE OF THE NAME THOU BANDY ABOUT. IT IS BEYOND THY COMPREHENSION, BUT THOU HAST A KNOWLEDGE NOW."
Jaxler keeps on looking at his hooves but eventually forces something out "M-My... My life w-wasn't hell, but was harder t-then it needed to be."
Celestia steps forwards again, leaving her sister to subside momentarily. "Your life was your life; we cannot change it now. It was as it must have been."
Jaxler: "I n-need to know why it couldn't have been easier"
Celestia: “We cannot answer that question, my little pony. Not for you, not for this young stallion, not for anypony.”
Jaxler: "Then... Then I'm ready to go to hell..."
Luna: “THOU TRULY THINK US SO UNFORGIVING? CEASE THY FOALISHNESS, AND...”
Celestia taps Jaxler on the shoulder, the pegasus disappearing in a flash of pure white light. "Not hell, my little pony. Peace."
Granite: "So sisters, what's in store for me?"
Celestia: “For you? One so young? What do you think, my little pony?”
Granite: "I was hoping for heaven, but it depends on your decision..."
Celestia smiles. "Well, I would hate to disappoint you, young one."
Granite: "Thank you Celestia!"
Luna steps forwards this time, sending the earth pony onwards in a flash like a starry night.
=FIN=
Post by: KingStrongbeard on May 17, 2012, 10:23:36 am
As Glaive leaves the prison block, he immediately heads toward where he left Virtue, as he felt this was not something to leave hanging in the air for long.
Glaive finds Virtue just leaving the dining hall, having finished eating what she could under the circumstances. She hadn’t been hungry until early that evening, and even then didn’t manage to eat much. Knowing what Jaxler had done was still weighing heavily on her mind, and right now she was planning on heading home and dropping into bed where she might be able to ignore it by sleeping. If she was lucky.
Glaive approaches Virtue and her current bodyguard Fuscina and quickly bows, “Duchess,” he says before rising again, “I wish to speak with you in private about something if I may. It relates to our prisoner.”
The reluctance on her face is clearly evident, but she doesn’t shirk her duty, no matter how much she wanted to. “Um, yes, alright.” She looks at Fuscina and says, “Just wait outside, please.” She leads Glaive back to her office where the two can get some semblance of privacy.
After taking his seat in Virtue’s office he dives right in, “I’m...very sorry to have to ask this of you, milady, but...I believe you need to get personally involved in the Jaxler case. It has become a real mess.”
Which was about what she feared he would say. “Become a mess?” From what she understood the entire scenario was an enormous mess, but the case itself was pretty clear. “I’m... not sure that it’s a good idea if I get involved. What can I do that Jury can’t?”
“Well to get straight to the point, I don’t think Jury should be allowed to cast judgement on Jaxler. She was the alleged victim, the judge, and the jury? How can she possibly be impartial in this? That isn’t how justice works.”
Which did make a lot of sense, come to think of it. “That... that is a good point. Now that you mention it, I’m not sure she’s even legally able to do that.” Which meant this mess really was hers. Fantastic. She frowns slightly at the thought. Maybe she could do justice for Jaxler, but somehow doubted it. She’d buck something up along the way. “What was his sentence? Do you know?”
Glaive nods, “I’ve read the full report already. She gave him three months just for hitting her, the maximum sentence she could legally give him since nopony was seriously hurt. However, she is planning to review the evidence of the night of the arrest and apply more jail time for his accused crimes on that night.”
“Three months...” she replies, trying to recall as many of the relevant laws as she could. “...it is a valid sentence, but excessive I would think. After speaking with Partisan though, even ignoring that he could have easily killed Kat, and he assaulted Partisan as well. He may have resisted arrest too, the details are a bit fuzzy.” She cuts her eyes to the tome of laws in the bookcase to her side. She had a lot of reading to do. “I’ll have to review everything. I have no idea what is appropriate, but I don’t think a light sentence is justified here.”
“I do not believe the wounding of Kat should be considered at all, in this ordeal Milady, at least not without more evidence. While he admitted to having struck Partisan, with his hoof, first, it was Sarissa who drew the first blade. According to both him and Falcata, Sarissa tried to kill him, but Falcata tackled her and he took the axe to his wing which was then broken. He only pulled a knife when he thought he was about to be killed anyway. He injured Kat in self-defense, after she tried to kill him and his...I’m not sure what their relation is but they seem close...After Granite got in the way and was wounded by her.”
He clearly hadn’t been exaggerating about this being a mess. “I see...” she replies, although she didn’t really. Not completely anyway. “This is all very complicated... I think I’m going to have to speak to everypony and gather their testimonies myself.” She blows out her breath, already dreading it. This was going to end poorly for somepony, if not several. “I should probably start with Jury...” That would certainly be fun.
Glaive nods, “Understood. But if I may be so bold as to offer one last recommendation. I think the fair thing to do here, is let the three months stand, but don’t don’t add anymore on. The details are fuzzy, but the arresting ponies clearly went too far,” Glaive wished he could bring up their negligence about treating Jaxler’s wing too, but wouldn’t break his promise to Jaxler on that note.
“I’ll have to review the laws to be sure, but I’ll consider it,” she says. There was no way she was going to step outside the law again. Doubly and triply so because Jury was here and because the mare already hated her. “I think a lot of ponies went too far.”
Post by: Maklak on May 17, 2012, 02:10:58 pm
(( 15th Sandstone in the 258th year of the Mythic Age: Amor and Indigo visit Virtue ))
The Autumn morning sun illuminates the central dormitory. The room in south-western corner belongs to Indigo. Its door opens and a pair of unicorns leave yawning. They walk up the stairway to get a decent overview of Dawnpick from the roof. As the ponies go to their work, Amor and Indigo admire the sight, they rarely ever observe. Amor yawns again, from sharing Indigo's exploits throughout much of last night and this morning. Indigo made an appointment with the Baroness today, but they ate breakfast first. "Alright, let's do this." says Indigo, and they go to see Virtue. They knock, enter the keep and greet her. Amor held mixed feelings about seeing Virtue again; but since Indigo was using some of her proposals, it was for the best.
Virtue turns to face them from the things she was organizing. Indigo and Amor? This... probably isn't going to be a pleasant conversation. "Oh, um, hello, you two. How can I help you?"
Indigo casts a short look at Amor and speaks. "Let me begin," he turns to Virtue. How best to start this? "As you know... Some ponies' time is more important than others'... (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Comparative_advantage) No, let me rephrase that, using an example. A master and an apprentice mason can both go fetch some blocks for a wall in about the same time, but the master can build the wall much faster, and that's not even getting into the quality. If the master focuses on building and the apprentice just fetches him blocks, both the total sum of work done and the quality increase..."
(( "As you know" is the polite form of "I don't know, if you know." ))
This has taken an interesting direction. Virtue nods slowly, unsure of quite where this was going. She can't see an accusation about anypony coming of it at least. Actually, maybe she can. Is he going to suggest that she demote somepony? Is this somehow related to Stiletto again?
Indigo stops to see, if Virtue is following him so far and upon seeing her expression asks. "Excuse me, has something happened? You look sick."
She perks up and shakes the daydream from her head. "Oh, no, sorry, I'm fine. I think I follow you so far."
"Alright then..." Indigo opens his saddlebag, pulls out a stack of papers made into a book and puts it on Virtue's desk. "I did this in my spare time and evenings and double-checked it with Amor. I think you'll find it interesting." As Virtue looks at the papers before her, her guests wait.
Virtue gives the cover a quick glance, noting the title of "Notes on placement and management of stockpiles, workshops and the allocation of labour as well as economy of work" by Indigo Swiftdined. She flips a few pages filled with notes, rectangles, arrows and numbers. This is all quite comprehensive, and she is impressed by the effort put into it.
"We're still here, if you want to ask us something." says Indigo. "And those are just some suggestions, team leaders should look over them and approve, if this is going to be put to use."
Every glance of Virtue's eyes makes Amor's stomach tie itself in knots and makes her guts feel tighter, but the mare hides the sickening feeling well. Worse yet, this meeting feels akin to a reverse interrogation. Indigo is the interrogator, but instead of extracting information, the stallion is feeding it. Old Master would like him, thinks the unicorn mare. She occasionally points out ideas, that she helped the most on, but she is mostly silent, not to steal her friend's spotlight.
After taking a moment to look through the suggestions, Virtue calms down considerably. She feels a bit guilty of expecting trouble now. "Oh, yes, um... let's see..." These notes are well organised and detail various improvements to crucial industries of Dawnpick. Much of it is about some general principles of saving space, which will come in handy, whenever Dawnpick grows. The key industries have schematics on how to place workshops and stockpiles with several variants, and the trade-offs between them. There are even some notes about refuse and something about a trash compactor (no schematics provided, though).
The three of them spend the next several hours looking at the notes. Amor proposes a watchtower close to the gate and presents a floor plan for it. (http://psalms01.deviantart.com/art/Dwarfy-Pony-Tower-295946991) When they are done, the two masons say their goodbyes and leave for lunch. This time Amor eats instead of filling her whole day with work. In the afternoon they go to their daily tasks.
When the two leave, Virtue tucks the notes away into her drawer and decides to give them a more thorough look the next morning. She feels more than a bit relieved that there was nothing else to the meeting. Maybe all of the trouble really is behind them. And all of the information looks good, and she would try to put it to use soon.
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(( I used the 261 save to make screenshots, so some things are outdated. While the conversation above happened in 258, Indigo and Amor continued to make suggestions and updates to previous suggestions in-RP. To make them sound better in-RP I'd have to add some fluff to them and make them more muddy. Therefore assume, that while the suggestions were similar, in-RP they were worded differently. Even doing this took me over a month, so I just publish it as is, without trying to make it as good as possible. ))
First Rule: Distance from any workshop to input stockpiles is important, while distance to output stockpiles much less so. Therefore input stockpiles should be as close to related workshops as possible. This is because craftsponies fetch their own materials to workshop, while haulers refill stockpiles and carry away produce.
Second Rule: Stockpiles are made so that they can be walked through. This means completely surrounding a workshop by stockpile is a good idea. It also saves much space. Therefore something like this is desirable: (W - workshop, p - stockpile with input for that workshop).
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Note: Clutter starts at 15 large items (furniture, stones, meals) or 45 crafts. It is important only for abattoir and if there is no room in output stockpiles. This is not meant as an excuse to put related workshops on the other sides of the camp and, for example, smelters should still be reasonably close to the forges. These rules are meant just as a pointer to what should be prioritized: putting input stockpiles close to workshops. While work time of specialists is about a factor of magnitude more important than hauler time, you should optimise for both in the end.
Note Stockpiles using bins or barrels are filled top to bottom and left to right. Therefore it is best to have your workshop close to the NW (upper left) corner of such a stockpile.
Metal Industry:
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Metalsmith's forge: Place between charcoal and metal bar stockpiles.
Smelter: Uses pig iron/iron; charcoal; flux; iron ore stockpiles.
Wood furnace: Inside the main wood stockpile, obviously.
The fuel stockpile is between smelters and forges, because both use fuel for each job, and this way it is close to both types of workshops without creating two separate fuel stockpiles. 1 tile wide and directly adjacent to both forges and smelters would be best, I think.
The Flux and iron ore stockpiles should be 2-wide and without the 1-wide gaps.
The metal bars stockpile easily overflows, so maybe it should be bigger.
The 2 3-tile iron and pig iron stockpiles are there to accelerate the production of steel.
Unless you want to make thousands of steel bars, all these optimisations, except a plant stockpile next to wood painting workshops and a much bigger wood stockpile, matter little at this point.
Food Industry:
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I would place the butcher outdoors, together with tannery and surrounded by a refuse pile, accepting only corpses and body parts (It only accepts corpses of untamed non-sentient animals, so for fine-tuning you may want to disable diamond dogs and badger ponies). At the very least expand the refuse stockpile next to the butcher and change its settings to only accept corpses and body parts. Keeping all of this outdoors wouldn't produce miasma, but the distance to food stockpile would increase.
Kitchens: They are reasonably close to other stuff, and you have too much food anyway, so not much to improve here.
Carrot, celery and star stalk stockpile could be next to the kitchens as those plants are processed.
Maybe put liquid (royal jelly, dwarven syrup) stockpile next to the kitchens too. Or just add royal jelly to the stockpile with items to d->b->d->atom smash.
Bakery: place next to kitchen and experiment with making various breads and cakes. You need flour, booze and oil/tallow. Eggs and sugar and syrup are useful for more advanced recipes. I don't see royal jelly being used for cake. On the plus side: bread and cake is treated as cheese and the bakery allows to make cheese figurines and statues. Therefore you can make a cake statue, which is funny! I think it works by first making dough and then baking bread or making it into a statue or figurine. In either case, worth trying out.
Millstone (or Quern, but Millstone is preferred.) It could use a Bag stockpile and Plant stockpile with: Blade weed, Cave wheat, Dimple cup, Hide root, Longland grass, Rock nut (optional), Sliver barb, Sweet pod (optional, better put it close to farmer's workshop), Whip vine and a dozen of plants introduced with wood painting workshop.
Screw press: Jug stockpile (finished goods) and Honeycomb + Rock nut paste stockpile.
Stills: Barrel and pot stockpile, honey and brewable plant stockpile (Honey, Plump helmet, Pig tail, Cave wheat, Sweet pod, Muck root, Bloated tuber, Prickle berry, Wild strawberry, Longland grass, Rat weed, Fisher berry, Rope reed, Sliver barb, Sun berry, Whip vine, ...)
Farms: Add 1-tile stockpiles for seeds of whatever you plant in that plot.
Disable cooking booze. Enable cooking carrot seeds or atom smash them or something.
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Farmer's workshop: Have 1 or 2 of those. Place them inside the pasture, and surround it with a plant stockpile with: pig tail, rope reed, quarry bush, milk, wool, yarn.
Give it another stockpile with bags (used for quarry bushes) and barrels (used for sweet pods), if needed. (You don't farm these crops, so they can only turn up by plant gathering in the caverns.)
Orchard workshop: Obviously place inside the pasture as well.
Place the butter making workshop near the farmer one, and close to milk stockpile.
Fishery: Currently not needed as there are no fish, but to the left of the dining hall, surrounded with raw fish stockpile would be good.
Other workshops with high or medium throughput:
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I moved all the finished goods into the central stockpile, added another floor over it for half-products (thread, cloth, dye, leather, gems) and put workshops on the roof. I also added extra doors and staircases to the warehouses.
Carpenter: place inside the central wood stockpile, together with 2 or 3 wood burners.
Clothier: place on top of the main warehouse. Make the top level stockpile the only one to accept cloth and not accept finished goods.
Dyer's workshop: place on top of warehouse, along with Clothier, and enable dye in the topmost stockpile. (Indigo makes these suggestions and he is a Dyer and wanted one of those for years.)
Leather's workshop: place on top of the warehouse, make only the top stockpile accept leather.
Loom: Either on top of the main stockpile OR close to it. On top is good for plant fibre, but bad for spider silk. Not that we use a lot of spider silk.
Mason and Mechanic: inside the main stone stockpile, obviously. Consider disabling marble as economic stone and using that instead of normal stone.
Craftpony's workshop: Build 2 of them close by, surround with stone stockpile and bone (refuse stockpile, but only bone allowed) stockpile. Optionally add a small wood stockpile. This will make making stone pots as well as crossbow bolts faster.
Jeweller: only one is needed. Surround with a stockpile for both cut and uncut gems. I use gems to encrust furniture and place a stockpile for high quality furniture (that takes from all other stockpiles) accepting only beds, chairs, tables, and whatever else I need, but not barrels, bins and the like.
Alternative: Move gems to the central stockpile and jeweller to the roof, but if you want to encrust furniture with gems this is worse.
Glass Furnace: Needs four stockpiles: bags; sand; fuel; glass.
Wood painting workshop: Surrounded by 2-wide stockpile with all plentiful plants (carrots, berries, whatever).
Out of the way workshops:
These are hardly ever used, so it is fine to place them somewhere where they won't get in the way, disregarding efficiency.
Ashery and Soap maker: together, surround with lye and ash stockpiles. Since it is too time-consuming to separate tallow from fat, keep all your tallow and fat close to the kitchens.
Bowyer: put a small wood stockpile close OR place it not far from craftponies' workshops, so it uses the same wood and bone piles.
Siege: This is barely used at all, move it out of the way. It only uses wood and balista arrowheads if you want to give it a stockpile. Stockpile for finished balista arrows should be close to a balista, if any.
Kiln: I don't think you do much with it, but close to the glass furnace would be good.
Kennel: Good to have, even if you hardly ever use it.
A stockpile for shells: a few are good to have for moods. Maybe skulls, horns and ivory too, but shells should be enough.
Handling refuse:
Default refuse stockpiles don't work well, especially as small as those close to your butcher's shop. Some things categorised as refuse are corpses to be processed by butcher, some are half-products and some are useless and only take up space. Worse yet, cartilage doesn't rot and can completely clog a refuse stockpile. It is therefore prudent to sort refuse into different stockpiles.
Butcherable: Corpses, body parts and skeletons of wild animals. A good approximation is all corpses and body parts. This should be next to the butcher's shop. If you have a tannery nearby (highly recommended) add raw hide to this pile. Only corpses and skeletons of wild animals will be processed. Everything sentient will just lie there, rotting.
Meat, fat, organs -> food stockpile close to the kitchens.
Bones -> Craftpony's workshop, make bolts for crossbows on repeat.
Skin (Raw hide) -> Tanner close to the butcher.
Wool -> Spin into yarn by farmer's workshop.
Get rid of those
(D) Hair -> Thread, but can only be used in the hospital.
(D) Skull -> Totem, but obsoleted by other industries.
(D) Cartilage, Nervous tissue, Feather, Scale, Chitin -> nothing
(D) Vermin remains: rot by themselves, but with almost no cats and no order to gather vermin refuse, these can be ignored.
(D) Horn, Hoof, Teeth, and other such items, except bones and shells.
Mist generator / pony auto shower.
Spoiler (click to show/hide)
Use wooden parts to make water pumps. This is much faster and cheaper than green glass. Move exit from the dodge-me trap, see SCREEN with z-1! Second water reactor is unnecessary, but see how I make them. Place social zones over and under the 4 grates, it will make ponies train swimming. You'll have to turn one of those social zones into a pond until you'll have 7/7 water. Grate over the area around well, otherwise the well is going to be full of dropped buckets.
In-RP the design is provided by Flux.
Miscellaneous.
Small, specialised stockpiles, vs bigger, generalised ones.
Small, specialised stockpiles have two benefits: Firstly, it is easy to see at a glance, how much of something is available. Secondly, they will never have only one type of needed resource to the exclusion of everything else.
Bigger stockpiles have the benefit of wasting less space. For example if you have 3 input stockpiles for some workshops, one may be full, while two others have a lot of empty space.
A hybrid solution is possible, where workshop has a big pile with all its inputs enabled, while surrounded by smaller piles with all types of commonly used items. This has the downside of being more complex, less FPS-friendly and wasting some space. It is also only possible to implement correctly with 0.34.08+ version, where stockpiles can give items to more than one stockpile.
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Building a wall can go faster with a temporary stockpile of stone or wood or blocks. That way haulers do most of the work and masons don't have to go as far to fetch building materials.
GZ on building a room around the trash compactor. It is much safer that way.
Moving the armoury to the second story, next to the gym, would free up some more space in the barracks.
Smooth much more of the iron mine. 5k tiles or something like that.
Pasture should encompass the workshops.
Dodge-me trap is still connected to the mines, leading into your fort. Fix it.
Workshop profiles are unused. This is good for training mechanics, masons and carpenters and bad for getting low quality items.
Psalms says: It appears that everything is in order, but Telgin has been telling me that 'Oil Mace-pony' has been getting trapped around the bee hives. I experienced this too and at the oddest times too and because of this randomness, it makes it hard to fix. All I can suggest is making sure that the hives are away from trees and buildings.
Post by: Psalms01 on May 17, 2012, 03:00:32 pm
(( Amor and Indigo's 'date' Before visiting Virtue ))
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(( 14th Sandstone in the 258th year of the Mythic Age: Amor and Indigo's first date ))
The Autumn sun has already dropped behind the horizon, and most ponies were having supper in the dining hall or in their rooms, while others were still finishing up their work. The leaves of acacia and highwood trees turned red and yellow, while the palms just folded their arms. The nights were growing colder, but still not enough to leave ice and white frost in the morning.
After finishing his evening routines, Indigo packs his recent project into a saddlebag and goes to see the somewhat eccentric mare, he befriended. Her room is downstairs and close to his. "Amor, are you in there? Can I talk to you?"
Amor is resting after work on her palm bed and digesting her dinner. Her ears follow the sound of hooves on the rough shale floor outside her room. It is followed by a surprise trapping on the green-glass door. Fortunately, the door is opaque and only shadows are visible through it. The Little Pony tosses herself from her bed, bewildered by the concept of receiving a visitor. "Wait Indigo, let me unlock the door." The mare places her face to the glass door, so as not to yell. She has never been keen on raising her voice; out of the headache it gave everypony.
Amor reaches out with her magic to the occult lock in the door. The hidden bolt makes no sound and Amor stops using her horn, unlocks and opens the door. The mare's emerald eyes swiftly adjust to the difference in light between her room and the open-ended hallway, and the stallion comes into her focus. "Indigo, is anything the matter?" The mare asks with a slightly concerned tone, as she joins the other unicorn outside.
Indigo is a bit surprised by her coming to talk to him outside of her room, but gets out of her way. "Um… can I come in? I'd like to talk to you in private. And do you have a free evening? It may take several hours."
Amor looks apprehensive at the stallion, his question is odd. She cringes at the idea of inviting him into her apartment, not out of fear of him finding something that would single her out as a spy, but simply because she lived a very ascetic lifestyle. "Sorry Indigo, my room lacks the luxuries for hosting and I was not expecting visitors, so I neglected to tidy up..." The copper unicorn says with mixed deceit as she barely shields her room from sight.
"Ah, I understand. We can go to my room, then. I mean, if that's alright with you, I know my visit is unexpected."
"You do not mind me in yours, even if I do not allow you in mine?" The mare asks with a hint of sympathy in her voice. "And, tell me, what it is we will do in your room?" Amor tilts her head to the side, a bit puzzled.
"Well, I can understand you not wanting uninvited guests... My room is open to those I invite and it doesn't really matter which room we go to as long as we have some privacy."
Reassured, the mare straightens her head and asks with a light coo. “Should I dress up?” Ironically her crimson beetroot silk nightwear could pass for formal dress. Better his room, even if it feels unfair, not to invite him into my own. A little doubt laces the mare's mind, recalling the recent incidents involving the Zebra caravan; the Crown held much criticism in how things transpired. Indigo may not be innocent, but he is not a bad pony, so I should not have to do anything regrettable.
“If you want to change, I can wait, but this dress is fine.” He looks at her, and turns to leave.
The mare forgets about changing, locks up her room and follows her friend to his room, which is just a short walk to the second story. Amor hides her nervous feelings. Indigo unlocks his room, casts a light spell, then lights up two lamps. Amor is amazed by Indigo's restraint of pyromancy, in using just enough fire on the lamps. Her own magic is controlled, but oriented more towards conflict, as she would never escape her Old Master's conditioning. Indigo enters his room and the mare follows. Passing the doors, she mentally goes over her list of safety precautions. Exit behind me, window in front of me, but this is second story and must use magic to break the glass... Walking over to the table, Amor looks around. "Your room is more furnished than mine... It is pleasant."
Indigo looks around his room; it is tidy, and a bit empty. There is a bed, a table, two chairs, a cabinet, a chest and some shelves. Two lamps are illuminating it: one under the ceiling and one on the table. "I guess it is. As for what I wanted to do..." He pulls a stack of papers covered with rectangles, arrows and numbers out of his saddlebags. "You once told me, you had some kind of management experience, and I wanted to double-check these before presenting my work to the Baroness."
The mare's muzzle twitches with a slight grin at the stallion's idea of private talk. "Was that all you wanted me for Indigo?" Amor asks laughing. "I'm happy to help you in your work."
Why is she laughing at me? "I... yes, if you want to talk about something else, we can do that some other day. Let's start with transmuted wood production."
Indigo's stack of papers is quite well organised. It includes general guidelines and suggestions about division of labour and placement of workshops and stockpiles, as well as separate sections on key industries: Steel and food. It even includes some notes about refuse.
Amor is impressed with Indigo's care and work, he put into his propositions. She is content to share her experience as a royal army engineer for twelve years, even if they were uneventful and at times painful. She finds a hoof-full of ways to improve things further.
The two work together for hours. Considering the amount of work they manage to do, they finish surprisingly quickly. When they are done, Amor goes back to her room to get some sleep. She wakes up before sunrise and performs her normal morning routines, such as cleaning and getting dressed. She then grabs some old watchtower blueprints from her coffer and finds Indigo in his room, sorting the papers. They both double-check the work during breakfast and head off for their appointment with the Baroness.
(( Psalms says: Trolling shippers is magic. ))
(( Maklak says: Take that, people who joked about me doing calculus for fun. ))
(( Chronologically this is their second scene ever, but it got delayed. ))
Post by: Omicega on May 18, 2012, 01:21:43 am
Post by: KingStrongbeard on May 18, 2012, 09:24:46 am
Fauchard carefully closes the book which he and Kit had been reading from with his hoof. “You are really improving quickly, but I think that’s enough work for one day, don’t you think?”
Kit perk her ears up and smiles, nodding happily that her teacher compliment her quick improvement. “mmhmm! Can’t wait for the next lesson!” She chirped cheerfully with a flutter of her wings. She have been learning quite a lot, yes. Enough to properly read and probably write mid-pony aswell.
Fauchard smiles, Kit was a very eager student, and a very sweet filly. She reminded him a bit of his late-wife. Not in appearance naturally, for where his wife was dark in color, Kit was a lighter grey, not to mention her fluttering wings and lack of a horn, but it was her personality, and her mannerisms that weren’t that different from his Morning Star. “Well, at this rate, I’m not sure how much more I have to teach you. You really just need more practice, and I can’t really help with that.”
Kit seems to frown slightly at that. “aww.. okay..” She nods and paw slightly at the floor. The thought of not getting to see the elder pony seems to sadden her somehow.. She’s not sure why, But it’s just.. nice. To be around him and let him teach her stuff.. She liked to be around him. “But.. We still have things to learn, yes?”
Kits question made Fauchard very pleased, “Of course, Kit. There is always more to learn. I’ve lived over 100 years and still I learn new things every day.” Fauchard laughs a bit, “If you have an interest, I could teach you much more; history, mathematics, the sciences. I am no great thinker, but I do possess books written by ponies who are, and I would be very happy to share them with you.”
Kit perks back up cheerfully again, smiling at the thought of getting to learn more things with the elder pony. “That sounds good! oh I’d love to learn more things from you, and, would you teach me other things besides from the books?” She asked curiously. Wondering if he’ll share her a thing or two he knows personally about as well.
“Aye, if you really want to listen to an old fool like me, then I think I could share a thing or two I’ve learned over the years.”
Kit giggles cheerfully “You’re no fool.” She said with a slight blush, still happily smiling at him. “you’re an amazing wise unicorn who have experienced the world!”
“That is a very sweet thing to say, Kit. You flatter me.” says the elder unicorn. ‘She really does remind me of her...’ “Kit, it is a very nice night out tonight, would you care to take a walk with me along the wall?”
Kit perk her ears up, interested in the idea of a walk with the unicorn. “That sounds nice!” She chirped and nods “Okay, should I bring anything?”
Fauchard shakes his head no. “No, I don’t think you’ll need anything, you might want to bring a cloak in case it gets cold, but I don’t think we’ll need anything else.” Says the old unicorn as he pulls himself to his hooves.
Kit nods as she pick herself up from the floor as well, prancing happily over to her cabinet to fetch her coat.. then debates whether or not should she bring her crossbow with her. “hmm.. Kat always say that I should be armed wherever I go.. Should I bring my crossbow?” Asked the young Pegasus, curious of what the older pony thinks.
As Kit asks that question she sees the Unicorn picking his axe from the ground and securing it to his side, “Better to have it and not need it, then to not have it need it.” he says, “That’s why I never go anywhere without her.” he nods toward his axe.
Kit nods again happily as she slings her crossbow and straps the bolts quiver onto herself. Before walking over to his side, smiling cheerfully “Kat had the right idea then.” she chirped again
Fauchard opens the door for Kit and allows her to walk out first, closing the door behind them. The sun has already set and the full moon is high in the sky providing a pale illumination to guide their way. The two ponies shortly reach the walls that surround their small town. Looking out beyond the walls, they see before them the moonlit fields, now showing the softer shades of the world, revealed by the gentle starlight.
Kit seems to be enjoying herself, smiling and enjoying the nice scenery of the incoming night. Walking close by to the elder unicorn.. She sighs softly with a smile at the gentle field “You know.. I’ve looked out there for so many times when I was on guarding duty.. but tonight it just seems so.. beautiful. somehow.”
Fauchard drifts, only really half here, in his mind he was reliving a similar night to this that happened 40 years. He was a younger stallion still in the military, a Major at the time. He had just recently been promoted and transferred back to Coupledye after spending several long hard years on the border.
That night Fauchard was in the gardens with a young unicorn mare from a good family named Morning Star. They had a long walk together chatting pleasantly and ended it by sitting upon the wall. Fauchard had only met the unicorn mare a few times before that night, but he was already in love with her. He knew he wanted to spend his life with her. As they sat together on the wall Morning Star looked out and said, "Tonight it just seems so.. beautiful. Somehow.”
When she said that Fauchard had leaned in and kissed her upon her cheek, and whispered, "That is because we are together, Morning Star."
With that thought Fauchard is pulled back to reality, sucked from his dreams he remembers that Morning Star is dead and he is not with her, but with another mare, Kit, and...he realized he had just kissed her upon her cheek, and called her by his late wife’s name. He panicked a bit unsure of what would happen of what she would think, and Fauchard takes a step back, "Kit...I'm sorry, I don't know what came over me..."
Kit blinks, her eyes wide and her face blushing brightly, her mind seems to be trying to catch up with what just happened. “It’s.. it’s.. um.. okay..” She squeaks as she folds her ears back, pawing a hoof at the ground shyly as she turns her face slightly to the side. She was unsure what just happened, or who Morning Star is, but she’s more than a little too shy to ask the matter further.
Fauchard lowers his head blushing through his fur, How could I do that? I’m such a fool., “No, it isn’t okay. I...I shouldn’t have done that...I was just lost in my own memories, and...and you reminded me so much of her. Perhaps I should just go now.” He looks to the stairs.
“um.. w-wait.” Kit called out, she knew something wasn’t right and she’d be damned if she wouldn’t try to help it. “Is there.. um.. anything you want to.. talk about?”
Fauchard looks up at Kit, "Kit, you are a very beautiful young mare, and you are very kind to me...The name I said, Morning Star, that was my the name of my wife and the mother of my children. I...you reminded me of her, and I guess I was just...lost in time, for a moment."
Kit blushes lightly as she nods from hearing Fauchard explaining.. somewhat happy about being called a kind beautiful young mare. “Um.. t-thank you.. I’m.. um, glad I.. Reminded you of someone that you love.” Kit said awkwardly, still unsure of how to handle this situation.
Fauchard is unsure how to proceed. Kit was a very attractive and kind mare, and smart too, and he would be lying if he said he hadn't thought about pursuing a deeper relationship with her, though he was convinced he had just royally bucked up any chance of that happening now. "Once again, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to make this uncomfortable for you. It won't happen again. Unless...unless you want it to."
“It’s.. um.. okay.. It wasn’t so.. um.. bad.. and.. if.. if you don’t mind.. then.. Then I don’t mind it happening again..” Kit confessed with a blush so bright it could probably be seen through her furs. Afterall, Fauchard is a very nice kind and attractive aged stallion who have experienced the world far more than she have had.
Fauchard's surprise if evident upon his face. "You, you wouldn't?" Facuard moves closer to Kit, "Then, it...It would make me very happy to." He leans in and kisses her again. "Should...we continue our walk now?" he asks, unsure.
Kit lean just that much closer to Fauchard, slightly surprised that he kisses her again, but her smiles widen as her blush begins to lessen. “yep! we should.” Kit chirped cheerfully, not at all bothered or feeling uncomfortable in anyway by the elder unicorn. She actually is feeling pretty happy about this ordeal.
The two ponies spend the rest of the evening traversing the defensive walls around their home, quietly enjoying the sights, and each other’s company under the moonlight. After a few hours they return to Kit’s home. Stopping outside the door, Fauchard says to her, “I had a wonderful time with you Kit, I hope we can do this again sometime.”
“Mmhmm, I’d love to do this again with you sometime.” Kit said happily, blushing as she opens the door to her room.. and then, gathering every ounce of courage she have within her, turns around and, while blushing heavily, presses her lips against his for a kiss. Her eyes closed and her ears flopped, time seems to stop for her.. Her kiss was sweet and innocent, she’s not a skilled kisser at all, in fact, this might very well be her first.
Fauchard froze at first, surprised by the sudden kiss. When Kit stops, she sees the stallion, blushing and smiling like a school colt. "I...I'll see you again soon, Kit. Have...Have a good night." he says with a stupid grin on his face.
Friesden silently cheers as she watches the pair. Dad was going to be so happy to have a fillyfriend! And maybe they’d get married...and then maybe she’d have some more sisters or brothers or both!
After Fauchard and Kit finish their farewells the stallion turns to make his way towards home, but before he makes it very far he spies somepony hiding in the shadows. He tries to mask his uncontrolled smile with a serious expression. “Friesden, I know that’s you hiding there, come out. What were you doing?”
“Hi dad!” says Friesden happily as she bursts out of the shadows. “Is she a good kisser? Are you going to marry her?”
“Were you following us Friesden? I thought I taught you better than to eavesdrop on ponies.” says Fauchard, mock disappointment in his voice.
“Da-aad! I just came by and didn’t want to disturb you!” Friesden says.
Fauchard’s mask breaks, his smile showing through, “Of course, Friesden, as you say.” He continues walking past her, still ignoring her questions, “It’s late, dear and you have work in the morning right? We should head home.”
“Dad? Are you going to marry Kit?” Friesden says, in a tone that suggests she won’t be put off.
As Fauchard continues walking he answers her question, “It is still too early to be thinking about that Friesden... but she is a very sweet mare, maybe one day.”
Friesden squees in happiness. “So you like her? I told you you’d like her! I told you she’d like you!”
Fauchard nods, “You certainly did, Friesden...Thank you for setting up that blind date Friesden, you are quite the little matchmaker.”
“No problem, dad!” Friesden says.
Fauchard stops walking and with one foreleg hugs Friesden to him, “No...really. Thank you. You are a wonderful daughter and I’m very grateful. Now. Let’s go home.”
((End Scene))
Minor Edit: Changed "this" to "her" when Fauchard was talking about his axe. He is supposed to always refer to it as a "her" not an "it." Though, I'm sure I've made that mistake again elsewhere.
Post by: Maklak on May 18, 2012, 06:03:15 pm
(( Shortly after Jaxler's arrest : Indigo's testimony. ))
(( Looks like I'll have to write this after all. ))
I was temporarily drafted by Partisan into the guard to help with Jaxler's arrest. Since I'm his squad captain, it was my responsibility to be there. I put on my armour and took my shield and axe in case things got out of hoof. For the record, they are not mine, they are only borrowed to me, but I've been using them for a while now. Shortly after Partisan told me about the arrest, Kat came along. She wasn't wearing any armour, but she had a crossbow with her. I asked Partisan if he had somepony watching Jaxler's window, so he sent Kat to do that.
When I was getting ready, Falcata came along in her full combat gear. This was her time to take the watch in front of the keep, but she volunteered to help with the arrest. She stood in front of me, to the east of Jaxler's door and Partisan knocked on it. He told Jaxler to come out and surrender. Jaxler agreed, provided that we let him go peacefully and that he could keep his crossbow. Partisan told him that we were just there to escort him to a cell, but he couldn't keep his crossbow. Now, I just can't see how a prisoner could be allowed to keep a weapon, so Partisan was perfectly reasonable.
Jaxler agreed to go peacefully, but when he came out of his room, he started yelling, that he won't go anywhere without his crossbow, which he didn't have with him at the time. At this moment Sarissa came out of her room with an axe, so me and Falcata explained, that we want to take Jaxler alive and Sarissa said, she wouldn't kill a fellow Dawnpicker. I thought that settled it, but more on that later.
While me and Falcata were talking to Sarissa, Partisan was trying to reason with Jaxler, search him and disarm him of any weapons. Now, I know Jaxler and he can be quite deadly with any blunt or sharp object, so Partisan's request was perfectly reasonable. Yet Jaxler mocked him, by calling his brass horseshoes, obviously meant as weapons, "fashion accessories".
Jaxler argued about keeping his crossbow and said, he would rather die, than part with it. Partisan answered that the crossbow would be locked in the Keep until Jaxler gets out of prison. Jaxler answered that he would rather die than trust Partisan with his crossbow and knocked him out in one hit.
Sarissa was the quickest to react and tried to knock Jaxler out with the blunt side of her axe, but Falcata tackled her, saying something about not letting Sarissa kill Jaxler and the axe hit his wing instead, breaking it. Now, some might say that Sarissa was using too much force, but there is no telling how exactly Falcata altered the force of the blow and Jaxler is tough and dangerous. It was prudent to use too much rather than too little force on him in any case. On the other hoof, well... Falcata is impulsive and Sarissa has a reputation for going violent, so I can see why Falcata assumed Sarissa was going for a kill. But it was all a misunderstanding and Falcata did more harm than good by interfering.
I yelled for backup and tried to hold down Jaxler with my telekinesis, while the two mares were wrestling and arguing and Jaxler was yelling about "not getting slaughtered, like an animal". I managed to more or less hold him at the threshold of his door, but not to disable him completely. You normally need about three unicorns for something like that, and I'm going to recommend that tactics to the guard.
Meanwhile Granite, Friesden's coltfriend and Jaxler's follower, got out of his room. I think he heard all the yelling. Just to put things into perspective: From what I know about him, he did nothing, but drink, steal and idolise Jaxler for years. He also somehow got into possession of a golden chain at about the time of the Rainbow Pony massacre, which is above his ability to own. He even somehow managed to train using it as a weapon, without authorisation, as far as I know. When Granite got out of his room, he saw Jaxler and run next to him in a misguided attempt to interrupt the arrest. I was too busy with Jaxler to do anything about it, Falcata was still wrestling with Sarissa and Partisan was unconscious, so I yelled for backup again.
Meanwhile, Jaxler got a hold of a knife and Falcata finally left Sarissa alone, grabbed an axe and told Jaxler to put his knife away and surrender. Granite run into Jaxler's room, screamed and it made Jaxler go berserk. I haven't seen, what happened inside the room, but from what I pieced together, Kat has flown close to the window, tried to shoot Jaxler, but shot Granite instead. Now, while she might have hurt Jaxler seriously, I wouldn't hold that against her. Jaxler resisted arrest, had a weapon, and Partisan was in Kat's sight, lying unconscious. The way I see it, she was defending Partisan's life, but Granite accidentally got in her way.
Hearing a scream, I yelled "Get out of there, you idiot! We're trying to arrest a criminal!", but it was too late for that. Seeing his wounded drinking buddy, made Jaxler go berserk. He simply lost it. He yelled, he was going to kill Kat and threw his knife at her, which I was unable to stop. I later learned that she got seriously wounded, but at the time I continued to limit his movement, hoping that somepony else finally helps me with it.
Fortunately Sarissa helped me hold him still and Falcata first slammed him to the ground, then knocked him out with the blunt side of her axe. Jaxler's last words were "Let me the buck go, so I can kill that monster!" I assume, he was speaking about Kat.
When Jaxler was knocked out, Sarissa took him to prison, Falcata flew out the window to help wounded Kat and I checked up on Partisan. I woke him up, put all the scattered weapons in my room, took a piece of cloth to stop the bleeding and we both took the wounded Granite to the hospital. After that I stayed with Partisan for a while and we bumped into Virtue and Sarissa. We talked, and then I went to sleep and that was the end of it.
Jaxler wasn't just defending himself. He resisted arrest, struck first and wounded some guards. All we did was telling him to surrender, then knocked him out. This should be perfectly clear.
NOTE: Granite tried to interrupt the arrest and got in the way. I'd say a little taste of what it means to be on the bad side of the law will do the stupid colt a lot of good, before he turns into another Jaxler. This warrants a criminal charge against Granite.
(( Omicega: I give you my blessing for Jury to use Indigo as she sees fit concerning this case. ))
(( Scripting Indigo's behaviour: Indigo actually calls on all the horseshit that Glaive is trying to pull in Jaxler's defence, when he learns about it. He helps Jury to get things done in any reasonable way he can. ))
(( It may be possible to sway Indigo a bit in Jaxler's favour, but not much. If he is ever assigned to guard Jaxler's cell, he wont leave it, unless told so by Virtue, Partisan or Halberd. Glaive won't get rid of him. If Indigo sees Glaive giving Jaxler alcohol, he will interrupt it and argue. Glaive MAY persuade Indigo into not reporting it, but Indigo will insist that it repays all his debts to Glaive for training with the reserves and disapprove on top of that. Other ponies smuggling booze get reported. Indigo is a big believer in duty. ))
Post by: jaxler on May 18, 2012, 10:29:44 pm
Jaxler woke up. He had another nightmare, and only was able to get about 30 minutes of sleep in the last two days. Jaxler tried to look around, he couldn't find his crossbow anywhere. Then the stallion shut his eyes tightly, the walls seemed like they were about to crush him again. The little pony tried backing away before remembering that he had fallen asleep in the corner of the cell. The pegasus really couldn't handle any of this. even with his crossbow Jaxler probably couldn't handle this. He had almost killed a pony, broke his wing, ruined his chances of getting back in the guard, Granite almost died because of him and probably hates him, he lost the only item that gave him any comfort in this world and in doing so he had lost 99% of his net worth. But most of all, the one thing that was eating at him the most was the fact that the only pony who was willing to help him escape the hell he built for himself might hate him now. No... that was impossible. It had to be impossible... it had too be... The pony started to shake, maybe he was beyond salvation... but nopony could blame Flux if he abandoned Jaxler. The pony really didn't deserve such a wretched mess.
Post by: Khenal on May 18, 2012, 10:43:23 pm
I had put off visiting Jaxler... I had to know Kat would be alright. And I had to have time to cool off. Jaxler had messed up. He had messed up worse than I had ever imagined he could. All he had to do was go along quietly! But no... I shake my head to clear it before heading down the stairs to the cell. Kindness hadn't gotten through to him before he made this mistake... so maybe it was time for a new approach: Blunt Honestly.
I see Jaxler huddled in the corner of his cell, eyes clenched closed... he looks bad. I quietly approach and tap the bars, trying to get his attention.
"Jaxler?"
Post by: jaxler on May 18, 2012, 10:50:38 pm
Jaxler opened his eyes, seeing the pony on the other side of the bars. When he saw his friend in front of him, he honestly wondered if he had gone insane.
"F-flux..."
Post by: Khenal on May 18, 2012, 10:54:02 pm
I have no smile for my fr... for Jaxler, just a small frown of disappointment.
"Jaxler... how are you doing?"
Post by: jaxler on May 18, 2012, 10:56:27 pm
"I-I..." Jaxler closed his eyes again, the demonic walls were shifting once more. "P-please don't h-hate me..."
Post by: Khenal on May 18, 2012, 11:01:24 pm
"I... don't hate you, Jaxler. I'm just... disappointed."
Post by: jaxler on May 18, 2012, 11:06:33 pm
"You may not hate me." Jaxler tried not crack as he spoke. "T-that doesn't mean... that doesn't mean you won't c-cut your losses... N-nopony would blame you... N-not even... not even me..."
Post by: Khenal on May 18, 2012, 11:16:13 pm
"I'd be lying if I said I hadn't considered that, Jaxler. You almost killed Kat. Granite got shot. You knocked out Partisan! You could have been out in a month or two if you had simply cooperated, Jaxler. But you did, and two ponies are in the hospital and you are probably going to be in here for a long time. I've even heard rumors about banishment."
I sigh and take a step back from the cell, starting to pace. My voice starts to crack as I keep talking.
"Why? Why couldn't you cooperate? Why did you try to kill Kat?! Why can't you be sober?! Why can't you stop trying to kill yourself by handing the weapon to somepony else to use?!!"
I stop in front of him, tears streaming as I whisper: "Why?"
Post by: jaxler on May 18, 2012, 11:36:52 pm
"BECAUSE I DAMNED MYSELF!" The pony was about to break. He had never in is life heard Flux yell at him. not ever... "I don't know how... but I offended some god somewhere somehow some time ago. I cursed myself somehow. Everything I try ends badly and those who dare help me end up harmed. And somehow, They die in my place... whenever I'm about to die and escape this hell, I dodge the bolt and it hits somepony else and I walk out somehow with less then I started with. I'm a demon bringing others with me to hell. I try to do good, I try to fix myself and in the end, the mundane circle of existence that is Jaxler manages to recycle. I'm tired of this. Hurting those I care about, causing everything to burn around me. I just want it all to end and now I don't even have my crossbow to smite myself with." Jaxler's eye's started to water up "I don't know why I'm a monster. I just want to be a good pony." At his final confession, the pony broke, and for the first time in more then half a century, the creature cried.
Post by: Khenal on May 18, 2012, 11:47:20 pm
"Damnation and Salvation are not the purview of mortals such as we, Jaxler. Stop trying to die for the ones you care about... and start trying to live for them. Seeing you drink... it hurts. Seeing you fight when you shouldn't... it hurts. Seeing you brutalize yourself with guilt... that really hurts. You say everything you try ends badly? Nothing is over while you live. You want it to end well? Live, and make sure it does."
Post by: jaxler on May 19, 2012, 12:03:09 am
"E-even t-then I d-don't have much t-time left..." Jaxler made a mistake years ago. He had not right to have had been dragged out of the caves. He didn't have the right to make such a kind pony suffer because of him. Granite didn't deserve such a horrid role model, he should have reminded the foal that Falcata was the one who beheaded to the snatcher. Amor didn't even deserve this mess. She had lost ponies before and didn't deserve to be friends with someone who was going to die. Even Partisan didn't deserve him. The pony tried to help Jaxler when he could, he tried to protect him like a good guard, and now all Jaxler was going to do was harm him. He then glanced at his cutie mark, mocking him. and then he glanced at the second cutie mark streaking over his kidney... His special talent was strife. "P-p-p-please t-tell the g-guards I tried to a-attack you... T-t-they should S-s-s-strike me... me d-d-d-d-d-own."
Post by: Khenal on May 19, 2012, 12:23:58 am
My eyes narrow at that. I walk over to the guard's table, glad they left a +stone mug+ behind, and hurl it at Jaxler's face.
"Don't betray your principles, Jaxler! You hate when ponies lie! How do you think your loved ones would feel about that? If you don't have much time left, then stop wasting it! Shape up, clean up, and remember you are not alone, Jaxler! You actions have consequences, Jaxler. Consequences for more ponies than just you."
Post by: jaxler on May 19, 2012, 12:26:51 am
strangely enough the mug actually hurt a little when it hit Jaxler. he even flinched as it struck him "A-and t-t-that's why I h-hate when ponies worry a-about me..."
Post by: Khenal on May 19, 2012, 12:31:53 am
I walk back to the cell bars, still scowling slightly.
"Then think about us before you do something that might make us worry."
Post by: jaxler on May 19, 2012, 12:34:19 am
Jaxler sighed... "I-i'm sorry..."
Post by: Khenal on May 19, 2012, 12:38:12 am
For the first time down there, my expression softens.
"It's alright. Just remember you're not alone..."
I give him the barest hint of a smile.
"...and try to stop doing things that need to be apologized for."
Post by: jaxler on May 19, 2012, 12:40:39 am
"How am I going to fix myself..."
Post by: Khenal on May 19, 2012, 12:43:31 am
"Just remember: You aren't alone."
Post by: jaxler on May 19, 2012, 12:48:56 am
"Do you think there is any chance of me getting my crossbow back, of Granite not hating me, and for me to repent"
Post by: Khenal on May 19, 2012, 12:55:40 am
"The crossbow... maybe, but... a long shot. Granite, definitely. To Repent... that one's up to you."
Post by: jaxler on May 19, 2012, 01:31:58 am
Jaxler was finally starting to calmed down. The pony walked over uneasily to the cell bars and sat down, leaning his back on the bars. The walls still seemed to be moving. "I kinda get claustrophobic... I can't handle fear, stress, or guilt well without my crossbow..."
Post by: Khenal on May 19, 2012, 01:36:47 am
I reach a hoof through the bars to rest it on Jaxler's withers.
"It's not the crossbow that helped you with that, Jaxler. It was a friend. And it's not your only friend."
Post by: Maklak on May 19, 2012, 10:05:55 am
(( Late evening, a few days after Jaxler's arrest. After Indigo presented his testimony. ))
Indigo has a bad feeling about speaking to Sarissa and is unsure how this conversation will turn out, but still wants to go through with it. He approaches her door and knocks.
Inside, the mare in question polishes her helmet. She has always been careful to keep her steel in good condition. So far, her efforts have paid off, as it had only slightly dulled over many years of wear. The magically-held rag stops mid-scrub, as its wielder takes notice of the knocks. Almost instinctively, she figures it has something to do with Jaxler. Is somepony here to question me about the incident? Or even complain to me for some reason? Placing the black helmet and cloth on the bed, the unicorn trots over to the door, "Who's there?"
"Indigo."
Sarissa couldn't remember a time, when this blue unicorn has ever come to visit her in her room. Knowing his nit-picking nature, she expects him to be here to fuss at her about something. Maybe he is going to call me out for bashing Jaxler's wing. If that's the case, I don't feel like putting up with it. She sighs, rolls her eyes and speaks through the shut door, "What do you want?"
"I'd like to talk to you. Can I come in?" Indigo is wearing a slightly tattered robe, and looks a bit uncomfortable.
"Alright..." she groans as the latch clicks. The door slowly creaks open, revealing a well-ordered and clean room. All her clothing and other personal items were tucked away in the appropriate closets or wooden cabinet drawers. The only exceptions are the set of armour sitting on the blue-and-white blanket of her bed and the cleaning supplies resting on the adjacent nightstand. On each of the four walls is an assortment of pearly-white skulls. Most belonged to badger ponies, but one is from a dragon and another from a forgotten beast. The short pony raises her eyebrow as she sizes up her guest, "What's on your mind?"
Indigo enters her room and closes the door behind him. "Well, I wanted to talk to you about the arrest. You handled it quite well and me and Falcata worried about you overreacting needlessly. The tactics of a few unicorns holding a culprit down until they either choke him or knock him unconscious works quite well. I plan to recommend training that to all the unicorns in the military and guard during the next captain's meeting. Me and Oil Macepony used to do something similar to Jaxler during our sparring, but he usually managed to escape or at least hit us back. This tactics always pissed him off too. With you it was much easier, and Stiletto did that to me alone once, so I'd say normally about three unicorns should be enough to take a pony prisoner."
"Well, thank you, I suppose," she answers as she scratches the side of her head. That's all this is about? "I'm glad to have assisted in getting that bad influence locked up. I hope Jaxler gets every bit of punishment that he deserves. He's developing a pattern of behaviour that cannot be allowed to continue."
"Well... on his best days he is good at shooting, he can fight when it counts and it was good having him with me in the caverns. He is very skilled at carving wood too. But on the other hoof, he was a disaster waiting to happen and even just having him around, drinking and making a mess of himself each morning, was pretty demoralising. Maybe... just maybe I could understand him being provoked by Jury. She can be nasty sometimes and Jaxler hates being treated like dirt. But resisting arrest and wounding guards like that? I really don't know what he was thinking. Or not thinking as the case may be. I'm pretty sure Jury will give Jaxler what was coming for him. Oh, and Granite is probably going to get some kind of punishment too."
"It'll be good to not to have to look at that pegasus' intoxicated, unconscious body sprawled around town as usual," Sarissa replies, "As for Granite, I don't have any particular views on that. Sure, he interfered somewhat with the arrest, but he's in pretty bad shape because of his actions." The mare looks at the ceiling in thought, "You might think this is strange, but I'm actually somewhat impressed that he was willing to take that bolt for Jaxler. You don't find many ponies with that level of courage. Sure, ponies say they are your friends, but what about when real danger strikes? Most of them just up and run..." Sarissa briefly recalls how she has had practically no true friends in her life except for her own father, "It's just a shame that he chose to defend Jaxler at the most inopportune time."
"The way I see it, Granite was another Jaxler in the making. Seeing his idol and himself in prison may be a wakeup call for him. At least I hope it will be. I understand what you said about him being brave and I'm sure, he'll boast about it, but I disagree. Getting involved in the fight gained him nothing and only made Jaxler more pissed in the end. As for what you said about friends... I think it is more complex than that. Some ponies may be willing to spend some time with me, help me in some ways, but won't fight or die for me. That's perfectly fine, as long as I know where I'm standing. On the other hoof, Jaxler was like a second shadow to me in the caverns and fought Dralthas with me, but otherwise we can barely stand each other. So well... my way of thinking about relations with other ponies is that there are many separate areas and many levels of trust in each of them."
"You make valid points," she admits, "The last thing I want is another Jaxler around here..."
Indigo looks around her room, feeling revulsion at the skulls, then focuses on her armour. "Do you clean that every day? Proper equipment care is one of the first things, I trained with the reserves. That, and taking it on and off and other aspects of using and maintaining it. It is very expensive, it is only borrowed to us and it is supposed to keep us alive."
She turns her head back towards the bed, "Oh, yeah, that. I make sure the metal shines, even if I haven't actually worn it in training or real combat for the day." It becomes apparent that Sarissa is a bit compulsive about keeping everything she owns neat and clean, armour included. The one exception to that rule would be her own mane, which often went uncombed. Not that it matters; most ponies only ever see her with her helmet on. Her eyes cut back to Indigo, "The reserves are an admirable effort, but I only hope that the bunch of you can improve before any actual combat happens. At least you seem to be dedicated to reaching that goal."
Indigo sighs. "I do what I can. I have no problem administering a squad, but training them is another matter. Even after years of it, we are still pretty green. I asked for our training time to be doubled a while ago, got some soldiers to train with us in their spare time, make sure we do some civilian jobs that train skills useful for the military, such as chopping wood... I also mimic training schedules of other squads, but beyond that... I have no idea what else I could do."
"If you need somepony to help kick your troops into shape, I'll be willing to volunteer for that. I have to warn you in advance, however; I won't make it easy," Sarissa puts on a devilish smirk.
"I asked other squad captains to lend me some experienced soldiers for training. Didn't Halberd tell you?" He hates me and the very idea of the reserves, so I wouldn't put it past him.
She shrugs, "I've heard nothing from him about such matters, really. I haven't heard any other other soldiers talk about it either." Not that I ever listen much to small talk.
After all the crazy things Jaxler pulled on me, I doubt you'll surprise me. "Really? Glaive, Fauchard and a few others help us sometimes and you are welcome to come and train us. Your squad doesn't train in Felsite, while mine does, so I think that will be the best time for both of us. Remember to tell me a few days beforehoof, when you want to come and what to do. I like to plan our training schedule in advance." answers Indigo With Jaxler hone, I don't expect any major arguments with you.
"Works for me," Sarissa answers, stretching her back.
"Since you asked me about the reserves, I'll tell you how they are supposed work. In New Saddle there were 3 poorly armed and trained reservists for each professional soldier. It made a difference, but there would undoubtedly be some losses in any big battle. Here there is just one squad. We have proven useful as support for other squads as well as for patrols and some auxiliary duties, freeing up real soldiers to do other things. On our own we can't do much in combat, so we often simply join another squad with it's captain assuming command over us."
"Well, it's better to have a little bit of backup versus none at all. Everypony has to start with the basics before they become professionals," the mare answered, fidgeting with a hoof. She wasn't used to having long conversations. At least not with most other Dawnpickers.
"I'd like to tell you one more thing. Maybe I misjudged you after the rainbow pony massacre. I still think you overreacted, but perhaps if you haven't, Virtue wouldn't be among the living." He swallows, looking at her skull collection again. "So now I've come to the conclusion, that you are less evil than I used to imagine. I just thought, you would like to know." Wait, that came out wrong.
Her eyes widen at first, but then quickly narrow, "...did you just call me evil?"
The blue unicorn suddenly feels uneasy under her gaze. Think of something to diffuse the situation, quick! "Well, um... that wasn't the best way to put it, but you can be awfully vicious at times..." Not helping! "And well, most ponies keep away from you. You have a really creepy skull collection. I understand these are trophies from what you killed defending Dawnpick, but they make even me uneasy. You are also quick to anger and you enjoy killing and torturing things. The rainbow pony massacre may have been your fault..."
"Now hold on just a second!" the mare interjected, "You're being awfully judgemental! You make it sound like I'm some psychopath without a conscience! I do NOT go around murdering ponies for fun! I only kill the ENEMY and then only because the circumstances demand it!" She walks closer to Indigo and points a hoof in his face, "Who are you to say that I can't enjoy my job?!"
For this kind of job, you do enjoy it too much. Indigo takes a step back. "But... I came here to tell you, that I was wrong about you and you may have some redeeming qualities. Such as caring about Lady Virtue. And you didn't kill Jaxler. I mean Falcata stopped you and you still broke his wing, but you hit him with the flat side of your axe, and you did what you could to take him alive after that. If you killed him, you would probably get away with it, so it proves, you are unwilling to kill fellow Dawnpickers." Or I dearly hope so. "And you are willing to help other ponies, when asked for it." Indigo talks really fast, then shoots her an insincere smile, trying to improve the mood. I knew, I had a bad feeling about coming here for a reason.
Sarissa huffs, head held low, "I was NOT trying to kill Jaxler!" So she had to hear that from Falcata and now from Indigo? Sarissa didn't like Jaxler, but it's not like she wanted him dead. "I only wanted to knock him unconscious!"
That's what I get for trying to be nice to mares. "But... that's exactly what I said. I had my doubts about it, but now I don't. It is good to know, you won't go on a killing rampage." says Indigo defensively and shoots her a weak smile, desperately trying to improve the mood.
"About that Rainbow Pony thing, I'm REALLY getting sick of hearing about it! I did my duty to protect Our Lady; just as I was trained to do!"
Indigo is sweating and pushing his rump against her door. His vision darkens as he stammers. "The massacre... was horrible. I had to clean up the bodies. I had nightmares about it for months."
Realizing that she was yelling, she takes a few long breaths in an attempt to calm down. She was letting her anger get the best of her again. The mare shakes her head and groans. It is time to return to normal volume, but keep a slow, stern voice, "If dead bodies and blood bother you, Indigo, then I'm afraid that you're not in the right line of business. You don't expect to find roses and kittens on the battlefield, do you?" Sarissa's face retains the scowl as before.
Roses and kittens on the battlefield The insult is enough to snap Indigo out of his terror and he stands up to her, speaking with calm voice, but angry expression. "I can handle the butcher's shop just fine, and so can my squad. But the cleanup was another matter entirely. Those were ponies, not animals. And you really have no idea, how bad it was. Sure, we moved what was left of them to the crypts rather quickly, but we didn't have enough coffins, so the burial took weeks. By the time we were done, those ponies were crawling with maggots and stunk to the point that it was hard to breathe. Afterwards I managed to convince Virtue to at least keep around a few spare coffins, so next time it should be easier. And as it happens, I do have another line of business. A few of them, actually."
The copper unicorn stands and stares him down for a few moments, trying to think of what to say next. Perhaps he was right about that; Sarissa couldn't stand the stench of rotten carcasses any more than the next pony. Usually, the bodies of her slaughtered enemies were disposed of while still fresh. She takes a deep breath and slowly exhales, "I think we're done here..." Walking back over towards her bed, she sits down and continues the work that she had started before the blue stallion had interrupted her.
"Are you angry at me for admitting to a mistake?" asks Indigo.
She pauses from the cleaning, but keeps her face on the helmet. Her eyes quickly cut over towards the stallion, "Do you want to leave this room on your own four feet, or do I have to create a second option for your egress?" Sarissa knew that it was in everypony's best interest if this encounter was ended before she had another opportunity to reach explosion level.
Indigo takes a few steps back through her door, closes it, then goes to his room and bars his door. He doesn't bother Sarissa after that. He spends some time pondering if he was wrong about being wrong about her and other ponies were right all along, then goes to sleep.
The unicorn mare recites all that has been said moments before. Why do I even bother? Nopony really appreciates anything I do around here. Is it even worth protecting ponies that don't care about me? Sarissa pauses and sighs. No, I can't think like that. Dawnpick needs me. Virtue needs me. The foals need me. I couldn't live with myself if ponies were killed because I chose to neglect my duties. Regardless, she decides to avoid Indigo from now on if she can; he probably wouldn't be requesting her presence in training after the spat they just had, anyway.
Post by: jaxler on May 19, 2012, 06:46:09 pm
Jaxler was laying on the ground of the cold dark prison cell. The pony hadn’t been able to sleep the last couple days. the booze he was getting from glaive was keeping him from going through withdrawal, but it wasn’t nearly enough to help him with his insomnia. Even after talking with flux, he felt horrible. Granite probably held grudge with him, Kit when she learned what Jaxler had done would probably hate him and he had put Kat in the hospital. The one thing though that was now grinding in his mind was that any day now he could be exiled. If after this many years Dawnpick kicked him out, he’d just tie his wings to his side and jump off a cloud. every moment the pony spent in the cell was horrible, and the lack of his crossbow only multiplied that horrible to a nearly unbearable level. The pony then got up fluttered his only good wing as he relocated to the corner of the cell. If the dark barren room hadn’t been pitch black, he would have just continued laying on the ground with his eyes clamped shut.
Midnight makes his way through the prison. He didn’t think he’d have to make this trek, and was far less then ready to, when he caught word of what had happened with Jaxler. It took him some time to build up the courage to pay the stallion a visit, a fact that only added to the stress he was under. He walks up to the cell, holding back a wince as he sees how bad Jaxler’s doing, and he makes a good effort to keep his smile from fading. He reaches up, and gently knocks on the cell bars. “Jaxler?”
Jaxler looked, but couldn’t see a thing in the dark room “who’s there?”
Midnight didn’t consider how dark it was until now. “It’s me, Midnight.” He replies, he opened his mouth again, stopping himself from talking. He was going to ask how Jaxler was holding up. But even a blind pony could see how bad Jaxler was doing.
“O-oh hay Midnight... heh... so how are you um... doing?”
“Fine. It was, um, not a very eventful day today. So, I thought I’m come see how you were doing.”
“Well, I think I-I’ve been worse, I really haven't gotten any sleep recently”
Midnight grimaced, hoping that Jaxler wouldn’t be able to see him in the pitch black room. “Really? I’m sorry to hear that. A... Anything I can do to help?” Midnight wasn’t sure what he’d be able to do about a sleeping problem, but he’d hate himself if he didn’t offer Jaxler a helping hoof.
“I D-don’t know... the only thing that could help right now would probably be either booze, or my crossbow...” The pony could make out an outline behind the bars, but he really couldn’t see much.
“O-oh, um, I’m sorry, but I don’t think I could be of much help.” ‘Legally’, he thought to himself. He wasn’t sure if he could really break the law, even if it’d help Jaxler .And even if he could get his hooves on that crossbow, he doubt there’d be anywhere for Jaxler to keep it hidden.
“I... I thought so...” Jaxler sighed, he probably didn’t deserve his crossbow anyway... “You know, that monster Jury had the world’s biggest smile when she was taking away my C-c-crossbow.”
Midnight winced again, and he could feel his stomach turn a little at the idea. The pony had very few buttons to push, but sadism was one of them, a big one. “Sh-she did?” He replied, too quickly he thought. He should have given himself a moment to think before speaking. Now he could only brace himself for the response. And hope he could change the subject without much challenge.
“Yep... she smiled and talked to me like a teacher would to a 2 year old colt.” Jaxler sighed heavily and place his hoof on his forehead. “she gave me the maximum sentence and said that I could never have my crossbow back and got a sick kick from humiliating me.”
Midnight took a deep breath. This time he wasn’t going to make a quick response, wasn’t going to curse out that witch Jaxler was speaking of. Instead, after calming himself, he asked a more important question. “The maximum? H... How long will that be?”
“I got three months J-just for hitting Jury... the rest of my crimes... I don’t really know...”
Midnight held back a gulp. He didn’t know how much time a pony could get for resisting arrest, and attacking guards. But he knew that this ‘Jury’ would milk as much of a sentence as she could out of it. “I... I’ll do what I can, to make it not so bad down here for you, Jaxler. Sorry I can’t help much more.”
“It’s fine...” Jaxler sighed again. “at least I feel a bit better knowing that somepony doesn’t hate me...”
Midnight looked at the caged pony and let out a sigh. “I know it’s not much, Jaxler. But...” he reaches through the bars with his forelegs and motions Jaxler over to him, seeming to be offering the pony a good-bye hug...
Jaxler got up from the floor. he really hadn’t the slightest clue what Midnight was implying but still walked over to the bars between the other pony’s two forelegs. “but what?”
Midnight closes his legs around Jaxler. Pulling him into the best of a hug he could manage, with metal bars in the way. “I just hope this’ll help a little.”
Jaxler tensed up when he felt himself be brought into a hug. Nopony had hugged him in what seemed to be forever. He eventually loosened up, but still felt sort of foreign . “I um... I think it does.”
Midnight holds him for a little longer. Slowly pulling his forelegs free from the bars. And hoping Jaxler meant what he said. “I’m sorry, but, I’ve got to get going. I’ll see about making another visit sometime soon.”
“okay... I’ll see you soon then”
“See you then, Jaxler.” Midnight replies before walking off.
Post by: L1wW on May 19, 2012, 10:34:46 pm
Granite fades into and out of consciousness as he rests on an operating table. Oh gods, why do I hurt so much? He thought to himself, trying to understand his current situation. Granite just sees the ceiling above him, he hears the sound of hooves trotting back and forth around him.
Post by: Telgin on May 19, 2012, 10:41:53 pm
Granite hears some ponies chatting urgently and the sounds of metal instruments clattering in a tray. "Alright... Chestnut... try to keep her stable for a second, it sounds like Granite is awake."
Panacea enters his field of view after a moment, her hooves thoroughly coated with blood and her face thoroughly coated with concern. "Granite... you've been hurt. Just try to keep calm, you're going to be alright," she assures him before searching for something in her pile of medical tools.
Post by: L1wW on May 19, 2012, 10:46:35 pm
"Okay..." Granite whispers. Okay, what the hell happened? There was... yelling, and there was Jaxler... then... the window... He thinks to himself. "Should... should I be awake for this?" Granite asks. He tries to look over to her.
Post by: Telgin on May 19, 2012, 10:52:48 pm
"Um, no," Panacea responds before tapping Chestnut on the side. "If you would?" she asks the unicorn mare.
Chestnut nods and stops whatever she was doing on Kat. She steps over to Granite and gives him what she hoped was a comforting smile. "Hold on just a second, this won't hurt a bit," she says as her horn flickers a pale gold. Granite feels his body go numb and tingly before his eyes feel very heavy. "Just relax, it'll all be over in a second..."
Post by: L1wW on May 19, 2012, 10:58:51 pm
"Wha... what is this?" Granite yawns before loosing consciousness.
After an unknown amount of time, Granite wakes up. His eyes begin to adjust to the hospital room he currently resides in. He looks down to notice bandages wrapped around his lower body. "Hello? What happened?" Granite says with a hint of fear in his voice. What happened? There was... yelling... outside my apartment. Jaxler was... getting arrested? There was that... window...
Post by: Telgin on May 19, 2012, 11:05:44 pm
Panacea appears from behind the open chest she was filling with cleaned surgical utensils. She smiles at him and steps over. "Oh, you're awake? How much do you remember? You were injured in the fight with Jaxler."
Post by: L1wW on May 19, 2012, 11:07:57 pm
"Oh, that explains the shouting and Jaxler being surrounded..." Granite says. But, the window... what was the significance of the window? He thought to himself. "What happened beneath the bandages anyway?"
Post by: Telgin on May 19, 2012, 11:11:19 pm
"Oh, that," Panacea says as she retrieves the broken and bloodied bolt that was once nestled in his kidney. "We had to remove this. From what I gather, you were hit by Kat." Panacea looks aside, trying to find a good way to continue. "She was trying to bring Jaxler down, I think."
Post by: L1wW on May 19, 2012, 11:13:52 pm
"And I dived in front of the shot like a dumbass..." Granite whispers. "Wait I got hit in the kidney? That's bad right? Like fatal bad?" He asks, his voice shaky with fear.
Post by: Telgin on May 19, 2012, 11:23:32 pm
Panacea lays a hoof on his withers and shakes her head. "No, no, you're going to be perfectly fine. If Indigo hadn't brought you here when he did, you'd have been in a lot worse shape, but he got you here in plenty of time." She points off to an unpleasant mass of something bloody resting on a tray across the room and says, "We had to remove your kidney, but you'll recover completely in time. You're going to have to take it easy for a while though."
Post by: L1wW on May 19, 2012, 11:27:35 pm
"Okay, if you say so..." Granite says. "Should I move now? I feel kinda stiff from lying in the same position for what feels like a couple hours... and how easy should I take things?"
Post by: Telgin on May 19, 2012, 11:34:46 pm
She motions for him to stay on the bed. "You can move around, but you'll need to stay in bed for a while yet. You won't be leaving the hospital for at least a week, until I can be sure the wound is healing well. After that... well, as much as you feel comfortable doing, but I'll recommend to Mortar that you not be moving anything heavy around if you help the masons out. Not for a few weeks."
Post by: L1wW on May 19, 2012, 11:40:02 pm
"Okay, so I just sit here in bed and loaf around for a week or so? It could be worse..." Granite says. So I took a bolt for Jaxler and lost a kidney... heh, could be worse... Granite thought. "So... what do I do in a hospital for a week or so?"
Post by: Telgin on May 19, 2012, 11:46:50 pm
"Well, I'm sorry to say that there isn't a whole lot to do," she answers truthfully. "If you want us to go fetch anything for you we can though. I'm sure your family will come visit you soon. I should probably let them know you're alright, actually..."
Post by: L1wW on May 19, 2012, 11:49:42 pm
"Cool, so I guess I'll just sleep now or something..." Granite says. This is going to be a boring week... Granite thought.
Post by: Impending Doom on May 20, 2012, 02:18:46 am
"H-Hello? Is anypony down here? I-I... I brought some water..."
Post by: jaxler on May 20, 2012, 02:28:34 am
Jaxler was huddled in the corner of the cell shaking a little bit. All the little pony was thinking about was why the damn walls wouldn't stop taunting him. when he heard an unfamiliar voice offering water, Jaxler opened his eyes and saw a pony he didn't know standing there with a bucket. "Y-yes..." The pony didn't get up and just stayed there, shaking.
Post by: Impending Doom on May 20, 2012, 02:38:14 am
"Oh! I-I'm sorry, I didn't see you back there..."
She gently sets the bucket down, and pulls a small wooden cup form beneath her wing.
"...Could you come over here, please?"
Post by: jaxler on May 20, 2012, 02:43:58 am
"Y-yeah" Jaxler got up and walked to the bars shakily. The silty walls still seemed to be horrible, but he ignored them long enough for him to reach the bars. The pony then sat down and tried to control his shaking, and was failing at it.
Post by: Impending Doom on May 20, 2012, 02:52:38 am
"Oh my... a-are you alright?"
Post by: jaxler on May 20, 2012, 03:00:26 am
Jaxler sighed. "I t-think I c-could be worse..."
Post by: Impending Doom on May 20, 2012, 03:10:40 am
"Here, you should drink this... when was the last time you had something to drink?"
Post by: jaxler on May 20, 2012, 03:14:54 am
Jaxler took the cup. "I d-don't really know... I think maybe a day ago... I could p-probably give you a better answer if I actually slept in the last 24 hours" Jaxler then sipped some of the water.
Post by: Impending Doom on May 20, 2012, 03:19:26 am
"Y-You haven't slept!? Oh, oh Luna... why? Do they... are they keeping you awake?"
Post by: jaxler on May 20, 2012, 03:22:32 am
Jaxler sighed. "No, I'm just claustrophobic, and I really don't have a bed."
Post by: Impending Doom on May 20, 2012, 03:28:43 am
"That... that's horrible, sticking a pony in a deep, dark hole without anything at all... Do they even send a doctor to check on your wing? O-or let you bathe? You could get an infection! Or-"
She stops mid-sentence, and sighs, standing.
"I... I'm sorry, I shouldn't be prying like this. There's nopony else down here, so... you can have the rest of the water if you like."
Post by: Maklak on May 20, 2012, 02:22:45 pm
(( I am submitting this for acceptance as canon. Telgin, if you find no problems with it, pleas modify this (http://www.bay12forums.com/smf/index.php?topic=96608.msg3214093#msg3214093) to indicate that the last bodies were moved to temporary location in the crypt on 2nd Granite, but it took until 26th Granite to finalise all things related to the burial. When you do, I will finally be able to demand that Omicega fixes one sentence in this (http://www.bay12forums.com/smf/index.php?topic=96608.msg3231210;topicseen#msg3231210). ))
(( Early spring, 260: Cleaning up the bodies. This is the aftermath of the Rainbow Caravan massacre from Indigo's perspective ))
1st Garnite
The reserves were mobilized shortly after the massacre, which was only natural, seeing as the camp was on full alert anyway. Upon learning what happened, Indigo was sickened and broken by it. Nonetheless he half volunteered and half was told by Virtue to clean up the bodies with his squad. Indigo wanted to desensitize himself and the reserves to death and gore, and while the butcher's shop worked, the real thing was better. He just didn't know, what he was really getting into. To avoid spreading an infection, they moved all the dead ant their cut off pieces to the crypts, where it is always cold. There wasn't enough empty coffins for all of the Rainbow Ponies, so for the time being, they just sorted all the pieces Sarissa cut off, to their respective ponies, turning the crypt into a sort of macabre display. This work, along with scooping the leftovers into buckets, took the whole afternoon, night and a part of the next day. Indigo was adamant that they all work together and finish as soon as possible, which made Jaxler unhappy about not drinking that night. Indigo retched many times during their work, but never on the bodies themselves.
Meanwhile, more ponies were moving all the bins and goods from the caravan to a corner of the warehouse, to prevent looting. They found a hiding Darkbolt and two pegasai mares, who were almost killed on sight, but managed to surrender. Partisan lead an investigation about the diplomat's death, getting food and drink samples, collecting testimonies and re-creating the dead pony's day. Wool performed an autopsy on the dead diplomat, but found nothing; the pony seemed to have died of natural causes.
After removing the bodies out of sight, the reservists were exhausted and each of them took the rest of that day off. Indigo dismissed his squad and reported finishing the job to Virtue to talk about the investigation, autopsy, burial and a memorial. After leaving, he looked at all the dried blood and muck covering him and decided against going into his room. He felt too exhausted to clean himself, so he just collapsed behind the keep. He was woken up by nightmares. He tied to sleep, but couldn't, so he just lay there, too tired and sore to move. He may have drifted to sleep by the end of the night, but even so, he didn't get any rest from it.
3rd Granite
Indigo stood up after sunrise and went to clean himself. It took him a long time, and it irritated a few other ponies, but for the most part, they left him alone. He went to the dining hall, but wasn't hungry, so he just drank some carrot juice. It's orange color reminded him of blood, so he ran off to retch it all up again. He felt weak and looked horrible, but drank some water from the well and went to meet with other masons. He didn't even have to ask what sort of work they were doing: stone sarcophagi and slabs. Menawhile carpenters were making wooden coffins and miners already expanding the crypts. On his way he saw a glimpse of horribly looking Virtue, but paid her little mind. He worked on a slab, but it was slow and didn't meet his usual quality standards. Instead of focusing on the work, his mind kept drifting to the tragedy. Eventually Amor came by and replaced him.
After the clean-up, Jaxler took some time off to and went to the kindergarten to replace Kat. Nopony protested about it.
Meanwhile the goods from the caravans were being inventoried and the bloodstains cleaned from the depot. Fortunately the depot was made from cinnabar, so cleaning its surfaces, scrubbing them and putting on some fresh paint did the trick. After enough work the stains were barely visible. Some of the goods from the caravan were also covered in blood, so those were cleaned too.
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Quartz designed a memorial slab, but even after talking to ponies who traded with the caravan, he had some problems getting the names right. Indigo took it upon himself to talk to the Darkbolt, but first he checked up on the warehouse situation and the wounded in the hospital, then reported everything to Virtue and got her permission to speak with the survivor. The guard at the door to the spare room, where Gregor was kept, let Indigo pass, giving him a concerned look.
Indigo knocks, enters and without any introduction announces: "We moved your dead to the crypt. The coffins are still being made. Panacea says the wounded should recover. The things from the caravan are in a corner of the warehouse and are still being catalogued."
"Ah... thank you? I am glad to hear that, but these ponies were not-"
The unicorn opens a saddlebag and pulls out a few pieces of paper. "We are going to engrave memorial slabs. See if the names are correct."
Gregor blinks. "...Okay..." He takes the papers from him, looking them over and correcting the obvious misspellings. One name is missing - unfortunately, there isn't much Gregor can do about that. "...Here. That's the best I can do."
The blue pony looks as if he fell asleep standing. He opens his eyes. "Right." He takes the papers and leaves.
Gregor was later explained that this pony was overseeing the moving of the bodies to the crypt, and he usually doesn't bother with common courtesy . That was probably the only time, the two of them even talked.
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Indigo took the corrected names to Quartz. It was late, so Indigo went to the dining hall. He barely forced himself to eat anything, but at least managed to quench his thirst with watered lime juice sweetened with honey. He went to his room and tried to sleep, but kept seeing dead bodies on closing his eyes. At least he didn't vomit, but didn't get much rest either. The massacre hurt him. It shouldn't have happened. Seeing dead bodies hurt him. Seeing Sarissa hurt him. He was so nervous, he began chewing on his own front hooves, to dull one kind of pain with another and ended up smearing some blood on his sheet.
4th Granite
The caravan from Coupledye arrived and unpacked at the almost clean trade depot. There were still some stains and other traces of what happened, but compared to what it was a few days ago, the place looked almost normal.
Indigo bandaged his hooves and worked on another slab. It turned out passable. Amor came by and talked to him. It helped. In the evening, he finally managed to get some food down, and got an idea. He went to Virtue and much to her shock, asked to borrow the book of law. His wish was granted, so he went to his room and started reading. He woke up in the morning, still feeling horrible, but at least good enough to work.
The week after the massacre, Indigo tried even to learn to drink alcohol, but in the end it didn't work. He was still aware, while unable to walk and it didn't make him feel any better. He also didn't like making a fool of himself, and alcohol tends to have that effect on him.
It took less than a week to inventory everything the caravan owned. It took just under a month to dig and prepare a room in the crypts for the Rainbow Ponies and make all the needed coffins and slabs and bury the dead. By the end of it the bodies were parlty liquified, crawling with maggots and stank to the point of making breathing difficult. Indigo felt horrible the whole time, but somehow made it through with Amor's help. Reading the book of law helped him to have nightmares about laws and being punished, rather than dead bodies. At some point Virtue wanted her book to be returned, so Indigo gave it back, saying that it was truly amazing, much to Lady Virtue's distress. A few new migrants arrived the day the burial was finally done.
After the burial was finished, it took Indigo another month to more or less to recover from all the trauma with Amor's help, but in the process he became somewhat more reclusive, mistrustful and less caring. This experience fortified the reservists against future bloodshed and from then on, they all could shrug off the butcher's shop.
TL;DR version:
0) The massacre happened on the afternoon of 1st Granite, 260. Gregor and his family were found later that day.
1) During the night and maybe the next day the corpses were moved to the crypt (where it is cold) by the reserve squad and the bins to a corner of the stockpile by other ponies.
2) The reservists got some time off. Indigo talked with Virtue about investigation autopsy and a memorial slab.
3) 4th Granite: Depot mostly cleaned up, caravan arrives.
4) 10th Granite: Virtue leaves the keep and sees broken Indigo.
5) The miners made a chamber, the masons made coffins and the dead were buried.
6) There was / were made memorial slabs, and the Darkbolt confirmed the names on them. Quartz designed the first version.
7) 26th Granite, 260: The dead were finally buried. Migrants arrived, including Kit and Jury.
Moving the bodies and the bins took just one night and day, after which the reserves, who did it, got some free time to sleep it off. After that inventorying the goods of the caravan took a few days, and completing all the coffins and slabs a month. While Indigo barely slept and ate during that month, he still worked. With Amor's help, he slowly pulled himself together after that, and two months after the massacre was almost fine. This fortified him against future bloodshed and from then on, he could shrug off the butcher's shop.
(( We were going to a scene with Psalms about Amor helping Indigo, but it is long overdue and there was a lot of material for other scenes in the meantime, so we'll just skip it. ))
(( I'm done fiddling with this scene. It didn't come off quite right, but I publish it anyway to be finally done with it and move to other things. ))
Post by: jaxler on May 20, 2012, 02:32:35 pm
"Thank you... b-but if you could get in trouble for it I'd r-rather not." Jaxler sighed "You seem like a nice pony, and I'd hate to see you get in trouble b-because of me."
Post by: Impending Doom on May 20, 2012, 08:30:45 pm
Suddenly, she reaches a hoof through the bars.
"Oh, um, by the way... My name is Marilee."
Post by: jaxler on May 20, 2012, 08:37:51 pm
Jaxler shook the nice pony's hoof. "I-I'm Jaxler B-Blackflutes" The broken pony then looked down at the bucket. "Can I p-please have s-some more water..."
Post by: Impending Doom on May 20, 2012, 08:46:16 pm
She fills the cup again, passing it back to Jaxler.
"So, if you don't mind me asking... why are you in here?"
Post by: jaxler on May 20, 2012, 09:05:47 pm
Jaxler sighed. This new pony seemed rather nice and he didn't want to come off like a monster. "Jury, the town's judge found me laying in front of her door. She l-levitated away my c-crossbow and called me a cur. I told her to give me back my crossbow, which is the most valuable thing I own. and she said no. I asked her again and she said she'd take it away from me. I then.. struck Jury so to make her magic cut out. She then called the guards on me and after an hour a mob of about four ponies came to my room. The guard captain demanded that I give him my crossbow as evidence, and I know what happens to evidence. I... I snapped and hit him for trying to steal my most prized possession and an axe lord saw this and tried to decapitate me. I had to use my wing a shield and my it got broken like a twig. I then pulled a knife expecting to be strucken again. Then my best friend Granite ran in trying to help me. Kat then shot a bolt at me planning to strike me down and Granite got in the way. I thought I had just seen my best friend die in front of my eyes and I snapped and threw my dagger at Kat.... I then got wrestled to the ground and woke up down here with an broken wing. Jury got a cheep kick off of telling me that I'd never see my crossbow again and I didn't get my wing treated for couple days. I feel horrible that I let this happen... It's all my fault."
Post by: Impending Doom on May 20, 2012, 09:18:32 pm
"Well... I do think you could have handled that better... maybe gone to the guards, and reported miss Jury for stealing..."
Her face hardens. "...but that doesn't excuse what she did afterward. She overreacted very much. Sending all those guards, knowing it would start a fight... she shares the blame for your friend's injuries."
Post by: jaxler on May 20, 2012, 09:57:37 pm
"I s-shouldn't have been so quick to anger. T-This is honestly all my fault and I probably d-deserve worse."
Post by: Impending Doom on May 20, 2012, 10:11:55 pm
Post by: jaxler on May 20, 2012, 10:17:00 pm
"Four p-ponies got hurt because of me..."
Post by: Impending Doom on May 20, 2012, 10:24:32 pm
Post by: jaxler on May 20, 2012, 10:29:28 pm
when Marilee's hoof touched Jaxler's shoulder the little pony stopped shaking. "Thank you..."
Post by: Impending Doom on May 20, 2012, 10:40:01 pm
"Is there anything else you'd like me to get for you? Or somepony you'd like to talk to?"
Post by: jaxler on May 20, 2012, 10:46:50 pm
Jaxler sighed. "Well.. could we just talk..."
Post by: Impending Doom on May 20, 2012, 10:48:09 pm
Post by: jaxler on May 20, 2012, 10:50:47 pm
Jaxler smiled a little bit when she said yes. "W-well I haven't really seen around before. Might I ask what you do around the fort?"
Post by: Impending Doom on May 20, 2012, 10:56:51 pm
She bows her head.
"...I came here with the caravan. I'm sure you know all about that..."
Post by: jaxler on May 20, 2012, 10:58:41 pm
Jaxler gave the pony a concerned look. "yes, it was horrible. I honestly can't believe how bad fate can be."
Post by: Impending Doom on May 20, 2012, 11:16:51 pm
Post by: jaxler on May 20, 2012, 11:23:46 pm
Jaxler pondered for a moment. when he was a thief he did a lot of business trading stolen goods with the caravans. "Pardon me, but If I'm correct you came here with you family, right?"
Post by: Impending Doom on May 20, 2012, 11:28:36 pm
Post by: jaxler on May 20, 2012, 11:32:21 pm
"you seemed sad, and talking about family usually makes ponies happy.. and I honestly wish I had a family"
Post by: Impending Doom on May 20, 2012, 11:51:43 pm
Post by: jaxler on May 20, 2012, 11:53:38 pm
"Not many, but I manage to do okay with the ones I have..."
Post by: Impending Doom on May 21, 2012, 12:00:00 am
Post by: jaxler on May 21, 2012, 12:04:50 am
"Sometimes, but it still gets lonely..."
Post by: Impending Doom on May 21, 2012, 12:15:25 am
Post by: jaxler on May 21, 2012, 12:21:57 am
Jaxler's smile widened. "That would be nice, thank you."
Post by: Psalms01 on May 21, 2012, 01:32:30 am
(( 1st Hematite, 262 ))
(( Amor left before Jaxler’s assault on Jury, for the caverns to continue building the blocks to build the fortifications that barricade the forgotten beasts. So she is unaware of Jaxler’s jailing ))
Amor ascended to the surface and faced a minor case of vertigo and photosensitivity. She lays down, Amber was there overlooking her master as she too reaches the overworld. Confused by the curly mane pony’s actions; the younger Little Pony used every one of her breaks to return to the surface. Amor on the other hand labored feverishly, knowing that the more she got done, the sooner Dawnpick would be safe. The peach mane Unicorn set down before her master, not willing to go to her apartment.
The older Unicorn spoke up with her eyes clamped shut from the afternoon sun. “Amber, do you not want to see your family after two months of being apart?”
Amber’s eyes rolled at the mention of her family. “Oh them, I would rather go back down to the caverns then deal with them. If anything I would rather take my chances with the forgotten beasts then them.”
Amor was a little distressed about the comment. “Why do you say such a thing, Amber?” She questions looking in the direction of Amber’s voice.
The younger mare feels dejected but goes on the attack, extremely overstating reality. “Dad is too busy at work and when he gets home, he runs the family like a police-state, and mother is off getting drunk. He took one too many plates from me to even for me to call him my dad.” She tosses her head to the side as if hurt.
“I suppose that every parent loves their child; but I know, that in a large number of homes the love is hidden behind authority, or its expression is crowded out by daily duties and cares.” The legendary mason-pony said in trying to reason with her apprentice. “Amber, the reason they do the things they do, is for you and your siblings. They may not always get it right but they try.” Her voice kept its soft and comforting tone, as she did not want to lose Amber’s ear.
Amber is in disbelief at the idea of some pony defending her own family and rebuttals. “Oh, then ask my sisters and brother. Oh wait, they would rather stab me in the back like some sneaky Rainbow Pony, then agree with me.”
Amor was burrowing the tips of her fore-hooves into the clay-filled ground. “Amber, when it comes down to it, anypony could betray you, but no pony is going to stick with you like siblings.” Her eyes, no longer clamped as tightly by the harsh summer sun’s rays, she continues to keep them shut. “Any mare, when feeling down-in-the-dirt, rotten and feeling forgotten, is saved when her sibling comes to comfort her.”
“And what do you know, you haven’t put up with them for five years like I have. I would rather a sea to separates us and, and that still would not be enough.” Amber stomps the ground at her fuming, she could not put up with it any longer. The Unicorn turned around and trotted off towards the dining hall, to eat her stress away. “Stupid bitch, what does she know?” She muttered under her breath.
“Amber, friends love you for your intelligence, a lover for your charm, but your family's love is unreasoning; you were born from its flesh and blood. Regardless your family can irritate you more than any group of ponies in the world.” Amor says as she stands up and opens her eyes to the sight of Amber long out of earshot, she huffs. You insolent whelp, next time I make sure you are on the wrong side of the cavern barricades when we finish. The thought aches the mare’s heart; she huffs again and notes the deterioration of her saddlebags and masons’ smock. Maybe a good time to see how Cross Stitch. She thinks and then mutters at her apprentice. “Maybe visiting somepony thankful of their situation might get my mind off this.”
Trotting off past the kiln, craft-shops and jewelry shop, Amor finds herself at the clothier shop. She noted the missing fortifications that hung where the old north wall was. There was a busted quartzite block floor that once covered the old moat. Questioning Cross Stitch, he tells her that when the fortifications fell in early State, some of it busted through the floor. Also to the mason-pony’s dismay, the stallion tells her that some bins containing clothing fell in too. Her eyes also went wide when the mint green Unicorn told that no pony trawled the wares out yet. When she asked why, the stallion shrugged and said that nopony cared for some lost items here and there they could always make more. The exasperated mare was cooling off even if she disliked the idea but Cross Stitch had to mention that items made by ponies in strange moods were also counted lost in the moat.
Amor galloped at full speed at the black sanded slopes that substituted the missing floor, dropping her tools at the waterline, she dives in. And of their best riches, ignorance of their wealth. One after another, she pulls the bins out of the water and the blocks too. After she finishes, about thirty ponies were gawking at the silly pony who just took a dip in the moat. “Why did it take two months for somepony to do what I did in half an hour?” She said with her voice barely fit for the outsides, she looks on the staring and gossiping ponies, most rather get on with their lives.
The seething mare’s ears and eyes scan the on-looking ponies, her nostrils flaring and her voice still fixed at its level. “Concepts are not all so comprehensible and expressible as one would fool us to believe; most actions are inexpressible, taking place in realms which no word has ever treaded, and more indefinable than all else are works of art, mysterious existences, the life of which, while ours passed away, art endures.”
Cross Stitch tries to pacify the irate Little Pony but refuted by the mare. “Art is the symbol of the two noblest Pony efforts: to construct and to refrain from destruction. To let such treasured arts to be forgotten and destroyed, surmount to denying your own ponianity.” She says before bucking out the contents of a bin showing the waterlogged but still beautiful bandanas and handkerchiefs, many greatly adorn.
Other ponies join Cross Stitch’s attempts to settle Amor down, but it only resembled heckling and she recovers both the Wheeledcraft and Owlsport the Deviance of Deciding from their bins. She sighed thankfully at their good condition. “Every foal comes with the message that the Gods are not yet discouraged of pony-kind. Every artifact made by muse is a reminder that the same Gods have yet to abandon those of us without foals.” The mare vents, resorting to her father’s religious wisdom.
Many of the ponies continued and Amor lightly shouts. “In case you all have forgotten The Crown’s law or the expanse between Dawnpick and Coupledye made you lax. Recall that allowing a artifact or masterwork work to come to destruction is high treason in the eyes of our Crown. Especially, in Queen Buzat’s eyes and she would remind you why King Golud is favored so.” The crowds are quick to disperse at her calling on The Crown. The curly mane Unicorn huffs and thinks. Did all of these ponies go mad, as I was away? Does Virtue know about this?
Amor then lays out the articles and count up the cost, save the artifacts that were beyond her ability or will to calculate. …ten-thousand-ninety-three, ten-thousand-four-hundred and eight; ten-thousand-eight-hundred and fifty-eight. In her fury she forgets to count the bins too, but the mare lays all the items out to dry in the summer sun. She trots off for the Pele tower, still soaking in moat water. There she meets a red mane and white coated Pegasus, guarding the marble doors, Amor takes a deep breath and curtseys before talking. “Please excuse me, I have a matter for the Duchess and it is something Longshot has no ability to attain to.”
Falcata stares at the dripping, bedraggled unicorn in front of her, raising an eyebrow quizzically. “Um...why are you wet? And, um, muddy? Would you not like to clean up before meeting with Virtue?”
Downcast, the copper Little Pony huffs and returns her focus at the militia-pony. “Falcata is it? Forgive me but this is urgent. I just recovered two artifacts and masterworks that have been left in the moat for more than a month…” She said with a pleading tone but wears a dour scowl.
“Uh, it’s your call, go on ahead,” Falcata says with a small smile, stepping aside to let the copper mare pass.
Amor curtseys again at the Pegasus, opens the marble doors with her hooves and proceeds to Virtue’s office; there the Earth Pony appears to be doing paper work. The mason pony trots up to the desk’s edge and voice fit at room level she verbally lashes out. “Virtue, are you not aware of the tragedy that has unfolded outside your keep? There has been an incident and you just sit there with your snout in paperwork? How could Ponies let this matter go for so long without doing something about it?” By her rants’ end, the mare’s back hooves were in the air and with them she bucks the floor for effect.
Virtue is clearly startled by Amor’s fit and nearly hops to her hooves. “Tragedy?” she asks with more than a hint of fear in her voice. Had somepony been injured? Killed? “What happened?”
Taken aback, the irate Unicorn just shakes her head at the ‘innocent’ mare in disapprove. She really is ignorant… maybe she is not fit for this charge, is this recent or… She paused for a quarter of a minute in thought. “No lives of ponies were lost but nearly some objects that approach proximity the level of significance of pony lives.” With her left hoof pointing towards the moat she raises her voice but a fragment of a yell. “I just recover the artifacts; Wheeledcraft and Owlsport the Deviance of Deciding from the moat. I know you know that allowing such objects to come to harm is seen as high treason by The Crown.”
Treason? That struck a sore point in Virtue, being something she was desperately trying to avoid ever since the scathing response she got from Coupledye over Indigo’s letter. “Wh-what? The moat? How did that happen? When did it happen?”
Face-hoofing as she says. “Virtue, do you recall the fortifications built over the old north-east wall that was idiotically left when we removed expanded that part of the wall? Cross Stitch, said it happen then and do you not recall when they were taken down?” Amor returns her hooves to the ground along with her rump; she felt a little better from her outburst.
She did indeed remember the fortifications, and the ‘idiocy’ of leaving them up. Something she might should have taken a bit more care to ensure was handled properly. “I... do recall that, but I must admit I don’t recall when they were taken down. How does that relate though?”
Amor recites what Cross Stitch told her, when the falling fortifications busted the flooring covering the old moat and took with it some bins. “I hauled out ten-thousand-eight-hundred and fifty-eight bits in items…” She pauses in reflection of the count. “And that does not include the bins and priceless artifacts.”
Virtue is silent for a moment as she considers the implications. “That... that is shocking. Thank you for retrieving them. I don’t know why nopony else bothered to... or why nopony even told me they were missing.” At least it wasn’t like they had lost something invaluable, like Glaive’s shield, but retrieving them was important nonetheless, she supposed.
“While our art cannot, as we wish it could, save us from conflict, deprivation, jealousy, voracity, senescence, or death, it can revitalize us amidst it all.” The copper mane Little Pony utters dejectedly but perks up after a time. “Thank you, lady Virtue. Being in the caverns for so long and the events that transpired while I was away makes this all alien to me. Is there anything else I missed?”
“Nothing that comes to mind, no,” she answers. From the way it sounded, Amor was more on top of things than she was anyway. “Please do let me know if anything else like this happens... I’m not sure how I managed to avoid finding out about it until now.”
The mason-pony excuses herself with a curtsey and leaves only to return after half an hour later. She was still in the same condition she did when she first got there. “And what of this about a pony assaulting a judge and being arrested?” She asked in a tone of absolute spitefulness at the Duchess who failed to mention such important news.
“Oh, sorry, that completely slipped my mind...” she admits, somewhat to her own concern. How she forgot that was beyond her. “Yes, Jaxler attacked Jury. For reasons I gather were pretty insignificant. He’s currently being held in the jail, since that little fight ended up with two ponies in the hospital, and injuries to two others...”
Amor’s nerves are getting the best of her, the tongue in the mare’s mouth clicked against her palate, but she shields the sound. Why would he have done something so obtuse? She steadies her tongue to speak. “Did you know I share a friendship with the Pegasus; may I go and see him?”
“If you want,” she replies with a bit of reluctance. “He’s just down the stairs in the jail.” Her expression grows a bit grave. “He’s understandably not in a good mood...”
Curtseying again, Amor makes way for the marble door that leads to the dungeon’s stairs of the same material. The prison was cold and dry, causing the Little Pony’s lips to crack instantly. The walls, floor and ceiling were plastered and no doubt the silty-clay behind them should have been scorched if anypony had sense. The magical experienced Unicorn noted the x+magic suppressing wards+x in one cell. Foul magic crafting, did they get a poor foal to make this? ‘Saber’ the slate grey coated Pegasus mare with crimson and dark scarlet mare was between two of the cells, one being which hold the prisoner. She approaches the guards-pony and looks into the cell. She sees the stallion considered her friend, cowing in a corner of his cell. “Jaxler…” Amor was at a lost for words.
Jaxler opened his eyes to see Amor on the other side of the bars. He sighed when he saw her and immediately closed his eyes again so to block out the walls. “H-hello Amor…” The stallion fluttered his one good wing and sighed.
The goldenrod mane mare sets herself down close to the rough shale bars and looks over the Stallion. His mane and tail were matted, coat was splotchy and feathers have not been preened in awhile. Jaxler’s left wing was also in a cast, which makes Amor wonder when he got it. “I can’t find anything to say. I could ask you how you are feeling, but I know you feeling bad. Or ask you if you are well but I know you aren’t.” Saber was particularly uneasy at Amor’s closeness to the prisoner.
Jaxler tried sighed. He must look pretty awful right now. The guilt and stress must also be showing in his physical appearance. “yeah, It sucks r-right now… but I t-think I’ve been worse.”
The little mare’s day had been draining and terrible but seeing Jaxler whose had worse days, it caused her heart to descend. “Then you can live through this, but do you plan to?” Her voice came out soft as she looks down towards the ground and thinking. The dark spiral, even darker descent, our law. Labels criminals and outlaws and after the punishment dealt, still the labels bond and still criminals and outlaws the laws still makes.
Jaxler sighed. He honestly didn’t know if he planned on living. He was just a liability to Dawnpick and those who cared about him. “maybe...” The pony gave Amor an exhausted look.
The Unicorn looks up towards the Pegasus with mixed anger, confusion and sadness painted on her face. ‘Maybe,’ Jaxler, why have you given up, if that is the case? She thinks not willing to ask, she huffs. “Can you tell me what happen, where did it all go wrong for you to end up here?”
Jaxler sighed, the last thing he honestly wanted to do was recount what happened. “I blacked out in front of Jury’s door and when she walked up to me, she levitated my weapon away and called me a cur. I insulted her back and told her to drop me weapon twice and she continued to insult me. So, I hit her in order to cut out her magic so that I could get my crossbow back. A few hours later Partisan came to my room with a mob of armed ponies. I would have come out peacefully but he demanded that I give him my crossbow as evidence. I told him I wouldn’t loaf over my weapon repetitively and in the end I struck him in the face. Sarissa then lost her cool and tried to decapitate me. Falcata had to tackle the pony, in order to keep from ending my life, and I had to use my wing as a meat shield. I pulled a dagger expecting Sarissa to split my skull when Granite charged in. Kat fired at me in an attempt to end my life when Granite got in the way of the bolt and got hurt. I honestly thought my… s-… best friend died in front of my eyes and I snapped like a twig and next thing a knew I had flung a knife into Kat’s chest and I was being forced to the ground. I woke up down here without my crossbow… And Jury said with a demonic smile that I was never going to see my most prized possession again and that I was going to be stuck in a little room for the next three months plus whatever I get for the rest of my crimes. I get claustrophobic... and I can’t handle things without my crossbow.”
Amor listens to her friend, confused and upset, she lashes out at the only pony she can. “Jaxler, sometimes a pony stops being right when they step out of the law, even if they set out to right a wrong. You should have went to another pony and deal with Jury lawfully then sucker-hoofing her.” She says in a harsh tone and head tilted looking disapprovingly.
Jaxler sighed and diverted his eyes. Amor had every right to be ashamed of him and probably wouldn’t even bother to associate with the problematic pegasus anymore. How could anypony be so quick to violence and be so belligerent. “I’m s-sorry...”
Sighing, the mare places her head on the rock cell bars, something she would not do if she was unsure of herself or Jaxler, let alone any other prisoner. “I know you are Jaxler but what is it about the crossbow that makes you do this to yourself?” She looks over at the Pegasus and he reminds her of a foal who lost their favorite possession.
Jaxler tried to keep a straight face as he talked. “That c-crossbow for a long time was my only possession. It’s the only crossbow I can use effectively. It accounts for 99% of my wealth. It’s the only thing I have left to remind me of what I o-once had aside from the scar on my side. It’s saved my life more times then one can count... and Topoireneisians are supposed to treat their weapons with the u-utmost respect....” The pony’s voice slowly got more stressed and sad as he continued talking.
A peculiar thought crossed Amor’s mind and she acted on it. “Your weapon, does it have a name?” Her voice comes out stern with command as she lifts her head up to look at the stallion. ‘Topoireneisians?’ Hold off on that; have we had an artifact weapon under our noses this whole time?
“I-it does…” Jaxler had almost forgotten his crossbow’s name. he spent fifteen seconds trying to remember the item’s name. “Its name is Ome, на счупената демон убиец на боговете.” The pony couldn’t recount the meaning of the name. He hadn’t spoken Topoireneisian In over twenty years and had forgotten. Which made Jaxler even more sad.
The language was not completely alien to the mare as she had been to Grira Nizmennosti but the dialect was different to what Jaxler spoke. The only word in ‘Ome’s’ title, she could make out was ‘Demon.’ “Jaxler, I’m going now but I plan to visit you three times a week until you get out of here. Will you survive that long for my sake?”
Jaxler felt better knowing that Amor would try to see him. He honestly expected her to drop him as a friend and look for somepony less problematic “I’ll t-try... thank you amor, but why exactly did you need to know if my weapon had a n-name?”
The mare Huffs again and feels it best to tell the dark color Little Pony. “I have no suspect that you are lying to me. If your crossbow is indeed an artifact then it belongs to its rightful owners and… your custodianship over such treasure is more respectable than I can say for ponies here.” She delays as she gives Jaxler a good look at the filth that she accumulated from the moat. “I recently recovered two artifacts from the moat.”
Jaxler smiled a little bit. “d-do you honestly think you could get it back to me?” Jaxler looked at Amor with a hint of hope in his eyes. “please” If the pony had his weapon back he might finally be able to endure his time down here.
“Jaxler, just as you, my word is one of the only things I can own. No false promises or lies from me but I will make effort to see that justice is done right. Jaxler, please make it until then.” She said as she made way to see Virtue again for the third time that day.
“Thank y-you, Amor” the little pony then sighed a little bit. for some reason the walls of the room seemed a little bit less horrible. possible Jaxler could actually get some sleep tonight.
Post by: Maklak on May 21, 2012, 04:18:31 am
Moral had just finished staring at the water wheel and talking with Ore and Golden Tooth. Oh, Moral just couldn't wait to talk with Green, the reserve captain. The Alicorn just loved using a spear, almost as much as magic. The smart pony simply walked up to the masons workshop (after about an hour of wandering about aimlessly) and finally found the blue unicorn. The Alicorn asked him about joining the reserves and told that he was very skilled in combat. Orange asked Moral a lot of confusing questions, but he answered them all and even set a bush on fire, to prove that he was not insane.
In the middle of their conversation, Purple shouted “GUARDS! INTRUDER ALERT!” and run off. Moral looked around for the intruder, but couldn't see any, so he wisely concluded that it was some kind of test. Meanwhile Blue came back with Axe and Guerilla and they argued for a while, with Black pointing his hoof at the Alicorn and a half-burned bush. They were all very impressed by Moral's little demonstration. In fact, Choppa told him, that Moral wouldn't need to worry about getting any weapons anytime soon, wouldn't even have to train and would be asked to fight when the need arises. This pleased the Alicorn greatly, except the other ponies forgot to give him a spear. But that was fine, Moral made himself a sharpened stick and all was well.
(http://i1135.photobucket.com/albums/m638/bradshja/IndigoAvatar.jpg)
Indigo was working in the mason's workshop, when some Alicorn interrupted him. His behaviour was really weird and he seemed unable to remember Indigo's name, or Lady Virtue's for that matter. Finally Indigo was so fed up with this idiot that he asked him, if he was insane. In response the crazy Alicorn set a bush on fire and said, he was 'very sane'. Seeing that, Indigo called for backup and went galloping to fetch Halberd and Partisan. They were confused at first, but upon seeing the half-burnt bush and hearing a few badly mangled sentences from the new guy, they were convinced that he was a liability and shouldn't be allowed anywhere near weapons.
A bit later Indigo went to Lady Virtue and was almost refused entry due to being too upset. He verbally bashed her for allowing this Alicorn in the reserves, saying among other things: “I know you've been sending all your rejects to me, but this guy is just too much. The idiot can't even remember his own name, let alone anything I tell him to do. Jaxler was at least useful for something, but what the hay am I supposed to do with this guy? Give him a sharpened stick and tell him to stab invaders with the pointy end? I wager 5 bits, he'd stab one of our own ponies instead and say he's sorry. Or set a tree on fire. Or do something equally stupid.” Needless to say, the conversation made Virtue rather upset. And just for a perfect ending of a perfect day, Halberd came along later and argued with her about Moral too. At least he didn’t tell her to just chase the guy out of town, as Indigo did.
After that Indigo avoided the irritating Alicorn. Stiletto was bad enough, but this guy was an infuriating and dangerous idiot. After this event, Moral was discreetly watched by the guard for signs of further incidents. He didn't make it into the reserves or any other military squad.
(( In-game Moral should be assigned to Grapple’s squad, which is set to inactive. ))
Post by: jaxler on May 21, 2012, 03:55:59 pm
Moral was having a great day! first he got to enjoy his day carving out wooden stuffs without that mean Jaxler around at the craftpony’s workshops and then he got to set a decent looking bush on fire, and he even made himself a cool looking pointing stick thing after work. the wooden weapon looked so cool, Moral couldn’t be more proud of himself. Now the little pony was just having a great time over by the wall. He was just sitting down with a nice dinner, some carrot juice.
Midnight was walking around the streets of Dawnpick. Not that he had a destination, he needed to keep his mind off of recent events. Out of the corner of his eye he catches sight or Moral. Midnight stopping in his tracks as he looks over to the Alicorn. He even started to wonder if they were getting to be less rare of a cast. It took Midnight a few moments to finally notice that Moral was sitting by himself. He wondered if the Alicorn would be up for a conversation. It couldn’t hurt to find out, he thought to himself. The idea making his smile widen as he walks over to him. “Hello?”
Moral got a big smile when he saw somepony walk up to him. “Hello there, Mr... um... I don’t think i’ve heard your name before...”
“No, actually. My name’s Midnight. It’s a pleasure to meet you, mr?”
“Oh... My name is Moral... um... Moral decay!”
“Moral... Decay?” Midnight cocked an eyebrow at the response. The choice of name causing a bit of worry to settle in the back of his head. “That’s an interesting the name. You don’t mind if I call you Moral, do you?”
“Na, it’s... ug... fine! everypony calls me Moral!”
Midnight couldn’t help but chuckle at the enthusiasm that this pony spoke with. “Well, as I said, it’s very nice meeting you, Moral. How have you been? If I may ask.”
Moral place his hoof on his chin as he thought. “Well... I’ve been pretty good actually. How have you been... Um... uh... Midday?”
“Ehe, actually it’s Midnight. And, well I’ve been a little stressed recently. But this talk is helping me take my mind off things.”
“Sorry Mid... um... ug... um... Midnight I’m kinda no good with names...” Moral’s tone deflated and his ears laid flat on his head. “But it’s good that you're starting to feel ... um... what’s the word... better?”
“Hey, don’t worry about it, I’m sure you’ll get to remember my name. And yes, I’m starting to feel much better, thanks to this conversation.”
Moral’s mood got a little bit better once Midnight reassured him that he could remember somepony’s name. “Really, you think I could remember... um... possibly recount somepony’s name?”
Midnight was a little surprised at the question. It was clear that Moral had problems with memory, but could they really be so bad? “I think so, it normally depends how many times you think about the name, or hear it said.”
“I guess... But I has a good idea to remember your name!”
“Oh? What is it?”
Moral pulls a book out from under his wing. The item’s cover was ornate and made of leather. as the alicorn started flipping through the pages a bunch of diagrams and strange symbols can be seen, until he reaches a blank page. “I’ll just... um... OH! I’ll just right down the names of ponies so I no have to remember!”
Midnight looks curiously at the book. “Well, that’s a good start, but you’d still need a way to remember which name went to which pony.”
Moral pondered for a second “I could just right the description each pony down. If I has the mane and fur colour down I should do rather well with names.”
“That’s pretty good, Moral. That’d narrow it down by a lot, though, if you used cutie marks instead, that’s a near zero chance of mistaking one pony for another.”
“I um...what was I doing... OH YEAH! I thank that could work”
“I really hope it does. Any idea who’s name you’ll put down first?”
“I’ll go with yours of course... what was your name again?”
“It’s Midnight.”
Moral’s horn starts to glow a dark red as his book is levitated into the air. some smoke rises from the book until suddenly the it falls to the ground with the word “Midnight” burnt onto the page next to an equally burnt picture of a moon, mostly blocked out by a shadow. “Um... what was I doing again?”
Midnight looked at the book for a second, he never seen somepony burn words into a book before. The small feeling of worry in the back of his mind started to nag at him, as a few thoughts crossed his mind. “H-huh? Oh, You were were writing my name in your book, so you could remember it.”
“Oh, right... I think I just did that... Oh right! I still have to eat dinner!” Moral then picks up the cup of carrot juice and frowned slightly. “I think I’m missing something...”
“Huh? What is it?”
“Oh I know!” Moral’s horn once again turns a dark red and a sickening glow overtakes a bush that sat in front of him. The bush spontaneously combusted within seconds of being entombed in the red arua. The pony then started to stare at the bush. “I believe, any half decent outdoor eating required a rousing bonfire. wouldn’t you agree?”
Midnight gulped as he watches the bush burn. He’d been sitting by a pyromancer the whole time, and didn’t know it. He could feel his stomach turn a little as old memories resurfaced. He quickly shakes his head, and clears his thoughts. “Heh, actually that’s a good point. A fire does add a nice touch to an outdoor experience.”
Moral continued to be fixated on the fire “Oh yes definitely, good Midnight, but I must ask you why exactly do you seem so tense right now?” How the strange pony could tell Midnight was stressed without looking at him was a mystery. “surely a delightful fire should help anypony loosen up.”
“Oh, um, don’t worry about it.” Midnight replies quickly.
“Fine, if you don’t want to tell me then I guess that is your quarrel.” Moral then started to nom on a carrot that he had laying around for his meal.
“Well, Moral. I think i’ll leave you to your meal now. As before, it was a pleasure meeting you.”
“Yes you it was a pleasure meeting you as well and-” Moral diverted his eyes from the fire to Midnight. “what was I... um... doing again?”
Midnight, again, was surprised at the question. This pony clearly had some bad trouble with his memory. “You were about to get back to your meal And you were waving me off as well.”
“Okay then have a nice day!”
“Thanks, you too. And enjoy your meal. I’ll see about running into you sometime soon.” Midnight says as he stands, and starts making tracks.
Post by: jaxler on May 21, 2012, 04:13:13 pm
It was morning again; time to get on with the routines of daily life as usual. Opening her closet door, Sarissa picked out the pieces of metallic black armour from their dark dwelling and ensconced herself within their protective shell. The top-most drawer on her nightstand slid open with slight provocation from her telekinetic magic. She pulled out a distinctively-shaped black box and unlocked it with the key she had recovered from its hiding spot. The box opened to reveal a red velvet-lined interior cradling the ax she had so valued, “Good morning, Elegy.” Her greeting went unanswered as the mare pulled it from its container. Since she had some extra time before her duties began, she thought that she would see how prison life was affecting Jaxler. After that less-than-pleasant encounter with Indigo last night, the mare could go for a little fun.
The door closed behind Sarissa, her thoughts on what had happened the other day when he had resisted arrest. I’ll bet he’s been having a real rage-fest, probably spewing profanities at everypony passing by his cell. It would be interesting, perhaps even enjoyable, to see just how miserable Jaxler was. Her steel boots clanked against the stone floor of the prison as the unicorn neared his cell. She took note of the strange silence present. Sarissa nodded to Saber, who was currently guarding the prison, “Don’t mind me, I’m just here to visit for a moment.” The area was dark, and the copper mare had trouble making anything out in the cell. “Hey! You awake, Jaxler?”
Of the four ponies jaxler hated in the fort, Sarissa had to be the one he hates second most and now she decided to come down in make his life horrible. The little pony hadn’t slept in days and was huddled in the back corner of the cell, and didn’t even bother to open his eyes for all he would see was soul crushing walls and an equally horrible unicorn. “I haven’t s-slept in 3 days”
Sarissa raised an eyebrow. Jaxler’s voice didn’t have the bite that she expected it to have. “Seriously? As dark as it is in here, I would’ve figured that sleeping would be easy as pie.” Where was he anyway? Time to shed some light on the situation; literally. Igniting the magic in her horn, a green light fills the prison and she quickly makes out a very dingy-looking pony curled away in the far side of the room. She wrinkles her nose, “...what are you even doing?” This wasn’t going as she had predicted.
Jaxler sighed. He had a feeling that Sarissa planned on him to be more abrasive to her, which he probably have be given they were meeting on any other circumstances, but as of right now the little pony was far too stressed to be insulting. “I g-get claustrophobic, and I can’t handle stress or fear without my c-crossbow...” The pony was dreading Sarissa’s response more then anything in the world right now.
Narrowing her eyes in disbelief, Sarissa inquired, “...really? You’re afraid of this little room?” She takes in the dimensions of the walls and floor, shining her light in every corner, “Oh please, you have plenty of room to move around. It’s not like you’re being held in the stocks. Also, what’s your crossbow got to do with this? Are you seriously trying to tell me that you need that thing like a little filly needs a teddy bear?” This was a very different Jaxler than the one she was used to.
The pony sighed and tried not to sound too stressed as he spoke “I c-could have an e-entire castle, but i-if I was trapped in i-it I’d feel the same way I do now.” The pony sighed again and started to shake slightly “And y-yes I do need my crossbow like a l-little two y-year old filly needs a t-teddy bear....”
Standing silent for a moment, the soldier found it hard to believe just how pathetic Jaxler looked and sounded. He had to be pulling her leg. Then again, why would he have allowed himself to get so dirty just for the sake of deceiving her? Sarissa groaned, “Oh come on, Jaxler...stand on your own four hooves and take it like a stallion! Since you got yourself into this mess, you should be pony enough to deal with the consequences of your actions!”
“I n-never said I didn’t deserve this p-punishment, or that I wasn’t going to take my time in here as b-best I could.” Why did Sarissa have to come down here. The pony was already picking himself apart with guilt and now this? “I’m sorry for making you have to lash out at me.”
The mare’s mouth fell open. Did he just say that he was sorry? To ME? Was this really the same pegasus that had smacked Partisan in the face? The same one that always answered adversity with anger? Her mood had switched from trying to get a rise out of the stallion to simply feeling disappointment, “Why do you do this to yourself, Jaxler? You had to know that you couldn’t fight off all of us by yourself.”
Jaxler tried to calm himself as he spoke. “I-I’d rather be d-dead then be t-the way I a-am right now. Y-you were going to t-take away my c-c-crossbow...” The pony placed his hoof on his face. “I-I-I would have gone peacefully of y-you wouldn’t have tried to decapitate me...”
Her mood began to go south again as she growled. Sarissa spoke through her gritted teeth, “Let me spell this out for you and every other pony on this planet! I was NOT trying to kill you! I had NO intentions of decapitating, murdering, mutilating or otherwise mauling you with that swing! I was using Elegy’s broad side! I wanted you down and out, not in the grave!” She caught her breath as she lowered her volume slightly, “Do you really think I’m THAT cruel?!”
Jaxler huddled himself a little bit tighter as Sarissa’s voice got louder. “I... I saw an axe coming at me a-after striking a n-noble. I wouldn’t have been c-cruel to strike me down...” Jaxler’s voice got a little quieter as he continued. “It p-probably would h-have been best if you would have j-just killed me...”
Sarissa closed her eyes and shook her head. What was she supposed to say to that? “Jaxler, as much of a nuisance as you can be, you don’t deserve to die. Plus, you’re not doing yourself any favors through self-victimization. Obviously, you shouldn’t have hit Jury nor Partisan, but that’s why you’re here right now.” The unicorn sighed, “If you ask me, you’ve been presented with an opportunity to learn from your mistakes. You’re going to be here for a while, so I suggest you use that time to reflect on your life. If anything, being cut off from alcohol will give you a chance to kick the stuff for good. THAT’S where a lot of your problems come from.” Sarissa was unaware that Glaive had been bringing intoxicating beverages to the imprisoned pegasus.
Suddenly, there was an unexpected noise of hooves on stone from the entrance; somepony else was coming down. "Hel-loo!" trilled a singsong voice from the stairs, Jury almost skipping down into view with a piece of parchment and a mug levitated before her. "Did you miss me? Somehow I imagine not, but I came back regardless!" She gave Sarissa a brief, haughty nod of acknowledgement before immediately turning to Jaxler again, looking very pleased with herself. "I brought you a present, too!"
Jaxler didn’t want to look. He already knew this was going to be horrible. Jury was here to make his life more of a living hell... “w-w-what i-is it j-j-jury” The little pony started to shake even more than he did before.
"Oh, Jaxler, do drop the traumatised act and clean yourself up; anypony with a brain can see right through your little charade. In any case, open those big, sad eyes of yours and behold!" The purple unicorn waved the parchment about enthusiastically. "Remember the last piece of paper I showed you? Guess how much this one is worth?" Jury gleefully asked, taking a deliberately loud drink from her mug. She screwed her face up in disgust, this particular beverage not being to her taste at all. Sarissa held her tongue, satisfied to simply watch and see what Jury had to say; it was about time she got to know what this judge was really like.
Jaxler just continued to shake for a few moments before speaking “P-p-please... just tell me...” He really felt like he didn’t need anymore humiliation. He was already filthy, sad and stuck cowering in the corner of a cell. “A-a-also can I please have my crossbow moved d-d-down here... even i-i-if it isn’t in my cell I’d like to at least b-be able to see it...”
"Oh, are we coming out with the 'please's and other social niceties now? Time to discuss things politely like a pair of civilized ponies, hmm? No more threats and bashing other ponies in the face? Not now that somepony else is here to see you?" Jury taunted, not in the least bit empathetic. "You have tallied up another six months, my little pony, bringing you up to a rather lenient nine months total. Personally I think that's far too meagre a sentence, especially considering how easily you could have killed somepony, but Virtue made a valid point on your behalf. You should send her a thank-you letter; I shall even have the required materials sent down if you wish! Not the crossbow, though, it looks far too pretty on my desk to bring down into this nasty, cold, dark dungeon. I can really see why you like it so much, it is quite the beautiful weapon. Just think of all the many more months I will have to admire it, too!" She didn’t actually have the crossbow anywhere near her office, of course, but Jaxler didn’t know that. She offered the mug to Sarissa nonchalantly. "Would you like some? I believe it is one of Jaxler's favourites."
The copper unicorn twisted her face, “No thank you...” So this mare is a drinker. Strike one against her. “With all due respect, I’m a dry pony.” Why would it matter if it was one of Jaxler’s...oh... Sarissa continued, “Also, is it really necessary to be parading alcohol around in front of him? He’s a known drunk, you know.”
"No? I cannot say I blame you; it is a rather vile beverage. I suppose maybe it influenced him somewhat!" Jury giggled maliciously, tilting the mug so that the contents fell slowly onto the ground, the constant noise of liquid hitting stone loud in the confined space. "Oh, worry not, Sarissa. I will not be actually giving him any, naturally. Oh, he will not be getting this or anything like it for a good, long while."
Jaxler opened his eyes and gave Sarissa a depressed look. “Please Sarissa, you’re wasting your time. Jury gets her sick kicks off of making me suffer...” The pony shut his eyes. The room felt like it was constricting him again.
She raises a brow at Jury, “He’s...already pretty bad off in there. Don’t you think this is a bit excessive?” Sarissa never thought she’d see the day when she would give Jaxler any kind of defense, but the pony was suffering a lot more than she had originally thought he was. As much as the copper mare enjoyed the idea of justice being done, she wasn’t too keen on kicking somepony when they were this down. It’s not like he even had any fight left in him.
Jury's smile lessened slightly, and she shot the other mare a knowing glance. "He is a violent, unprincipled thug, and not a bad actor as well. I see this oftentimes; they always think I will go easier on them if they make themselves seem and look especially wretched, but I never let them fool me. There is not much to call 'a bit excessive' for ponies such as he, believe me."
“Well, no, I won’t disagree with you on that. I do believe he deserves to be in there and the sentence you gave him sounds fine to me. It’s just that...well...” the armoured pony rubs her chin, looking for the right words, “...personally torturing him like this seems rather unprofessional of you.”
Jaxler tried his best to stay stoic but his body fails to do so as he continues to shake. “I’m sorry S-sarissa, but you’re w-wasting your time. She’s going to make this as horrible for me as possible and I h-honestly think that humiliating ponies is the only way she can enjoy her life.” The pony then tried to control himself as he continued. “T-t-this is kinda a r-r-reason why it w-would have been better for y-you to have k-killed me.”
"Partisan said the same thing, you know.” converses Jury, talking with Sarissa as if the two were discussing something casually over a cup of tea. “Personally, I say spend a few decades working with scum of the earth like this one here, and then judge me if you yourself would still not do anything like this. I do not expect somepony in your position to understand, though." Jury taps the bars with her now-empty mug. "Now now, Jaxler, you are being quite rude. There are many pastimes I enjoy." She pauses for effect. "But this is my favourite."
Both eyes narrowed, Sarissa responds to Jury’s assumption, “Ma’am, I’m in the militia...” She wasn’t too pleased with the arrogance that this new pony seemed to have. Nevertheless, it was important to be respectful of somepony in her position. “I’m well aware of what kind of ‘scum’ lurks out there. I’ve seen action in the field. If anyone or anything needs to experience torment, it’s those on the outside that wish to do us real harm.”
“You are a militia pony, not a member of the guard. Believe me, I have dealt with far more of these kinds of ponies than you could ever have. And, at least those freakish rainbows on the outside have somewhat of an excuse - your doing, I believe? Parasites like him" - Jury gestures to Jaxler imperiously - "who are meant to be 'one of us', as it were, I find wholly abhorrent."
Sarissa felt a ball of rage forming inside of her as soon as the rainbow ponies were mentioned. She quickly put a cap on it, though. “Fine, forget I said anything...” she rolled her eyes as she bit her lower lip in an attempt to control her temper. The alcohol was gone anyway, so there was no point in continuing to discuss that little matter any longer. The brightness of the rising Sun was beginning to increase, a bit of it peering into the prison. Seems that time had gotten away from her. “Well, I’ll talk later...Jaxler...Jury...” The brown mare began to walk off towards the barracks. She had intended on going into the prison to make her feel better, but in the end she actually felt worse. Was she honestly feeling sympathy for that old drunk? She sighed and shook her head. As much as Jaxler is suffering, I suppose that since he made his bed then he’s going to have to lie in it...
"Farewell," said Jury in a tone that clearly stated she didn't care how well or otherwise Sarissa fared. “Well, Jaxler, as much fun as this is, I think I must be going as well. What a shame, I am sure you will agree. Still, we have plenty of time to continue these little discussions! Nine whole months! Will that not be fun?” Jury chirped brightly, tossing the arrest document into the cell for her own amusement and sauntering out after Sarissa.
Jaxler sighed. A few years ago his job had been to protect this fortress from monsters, and now somehow a demon had made its way into the top ranks. The pony had his guardian angel on beelzebub’s desk, his fire was taken by a leviathan of law, and now lucifer was his tormenter. This was it; this was hell and all Jaxler needed was a bolt and his crossbow and he could escape, but he was trapped, by one of the monsters he was supposed to protect this fort from.
Post by: KingStrongbeard on May 21, 2012, 04:43:01 pm
“‘Et go!” cries Falcata, her voice muffled by the weapon in her mouth as she brings her training axe down in a reckless swing, losing her composure again. Glaive keeps grabbing her legs with his magic, and having to constantly flap her wings just to stay upright is driving the pegasus to the point of insanity. This is at least the twentieth time, and even though she knows she’s doing exactly what Glaive wants her to, she still lashes out with an unwisely aggressive swing, no longer caring about guarding herself, just wanting to score a solid hit on the irritating unicorn.
Glaive easily avoids the wild swing and in turn strikes his weapon onto Falcata’s head, gently tapping the target. Having won the match, he takes a step back and places his axe upon the ground, allowing him to speak unobstructed. “Falcata,” his magic is still grasping her legs, just in case, though no longer trying to unright her, “You lost your cool, again. That is going to get you killed out there one day. You have to learn to keep control, no matter what tricks your foe plays.”
Falcata spits her axe to the ground. "I'll control my axe through your spine!" retorts the white mare, having no eloquent reply to his assessment of her. Glaive is right once again, but the magical trickery had been getting on her nerves for some time now. She tries to lunge at him in mock aggression, but forgets about the enchantments round her legs, falling over with a suitably embarrassing thump. "Let go! Kashez damn your magic!"
Glaive with a sigh of mock indignation, says, “Very well.” and releases his wife from his magic grasp just before she makes another attempt to break free with pure violence, causing the white angry mare to fly forward, and with great speed, to crash into her husband with a mighty thud. A moment later, Glaive begins to realize what just happened as he finds he is on the ground with Falcata on top of him.
"Idiot," she smirks, perching on top of her husband like an eagle atop its nest. "Now I win! This is the bit where I snap your gods-damned horn off and defeat you fair and square, with none of your magical cheating." She pokes his horn with a forehoof, "disabling" it. "No more nonsense, dear. I know you mean well, and I know I might have to fight magically equipped foes one day, but..." She scowls at him. "It's so annoying. I would win every time if not for that spiralled pointy bastard."
Glaive smiles, Falcata spoke true and he knew it. She was faster than him, and was much lighter on her hooves, without his magic he couldn’t compete with her at all. “Aye, but dear, if I didn’t have my horn, that would hardly be a fair fight, not when you still have these lovely things.” he carefully brushes his right forehoof along her left wing, with a gentle touch.
"Are you suggesting you would have any chance if you were hornless and I was wingless, hmm?" Falcata arches her back like a cat, pushing into Glaive's stroking forehoof.That feels nice. "Because that's really funny. The funniest joke I've heard from you in all these years, in fact."
Keeping his forehoof to his wife's wing, "Why, you wound me my dear." Glaive continues in a suggestive tone, "Why, I dare say, if your fluttery little wings were, all tied up, then I wouldn't need my magic to deal with you at all."
"Is that a challenge?" she murmurs in reply, lying even lower on top of Glaive in a half-amused, half-predatory manner. "Tied up or not, without your magic I think you might find yourself dealt with, rather than the other way about..."
Suddenly before Glaive could respond the silence of the Ducal Guard barracks was shattered like so much glass, “Daaaaaad! Falchi HIT ME!” shouted the usually quiet Balisong as she rushed up the stairs, her hooffalls heavy upon the marble staircase.
"Did NOT!" comes the instantaneous response, more galloping audible as Falchion pursues his sister. "Mum! Bali's telling lies again!"
Glaive lets out a heavy sigh, “...Back to work I guess.”
Falcata quietly curses something unspeakably rude, rolling off of Glaive in a huff. "Not again..." she mutters darkly, very much unamused by her foals' antics.
Balisong skids to a stop in front of her parents, crocodile tears in her eyes, “Falchion was being mean to me again and I told him to stop, and...and he HIT ME!” she says accusingly.
The accused party tumbles through after his sister, outraged. "I didn't do anything and now she's saying I hit her but I didn't do that and I would never do that ever ever and she's a great big liar liar!" Falchion presents his defence in a flurry of rapid fire counter-allegations, his sister's fake tears worrying him no end.
Glaive get onto his hooves, standing over his two young foals. Something he knew he wouldn't be able to do for much longer at the rate they grew. "ENOUGH!" Glaive's voice echos like thunder upon the marble walls. "You two are always fighting about something. One of you tells us one thing and the other one the opposite. We can't keep settling all these pointless disputes. You aren't babies anymore, and you are family, start acting like it!"
Falchion shuts up immediately, retreating to the staircase, lowering his ears in a display of contrition."Sorry, Dad," he quickly apologises, before his sister can.
Balisong’s fake tears immediately stop as her father raises his voice. It wasn’t going to work this time. As he speaks she hangs her head and lowers her ears in shame, when he finishes she apologizes, “I’m sorry Dad.” and she turns to her brother, “And, I’m sorry I said, Friesden only pretends to like you because she feels sorry for you.”
"It's okay, Bali," says Falchion in a tone of voice that suggests exactly the opposite, but he lets the point drop. "I'm sorry I called you a super duper hyper maximum stupider times a million, too..."
Balisong, in an effort to appear to be the bigger pony in this, goes up to her brother and hugs him, “I forgive you.”
Falchion barely returns the hug, already thinking of ways to get back at his sister.Spiders, maybe?
Glaive smiles confident that he has done well and says, “See, that wasn’t so hard. This is how siblings are supposed to act.” He turns to his wife, “Fal, did you want to add anything?”
We got interrupted for that? "Yes, next time just sort it out between yourselves and don't come running to us, because your father and I are sick of it!" snaps Falcata, still a bit irritable at the unexpected incursion by the two troublemakers.
Balisong, releases her brother, and bows her head again, “Oh..okay, Mommy, w...we will.”
"You'd better," confirms Falcata grumpily, heading across to peer out the window with a vacant sort of stare. Sometimes I hate parenting...
"Were you and Dad practising?" Falchion asks tentatively, hoping that changing the topic would cheer his mum up.
You could say that, yes...oh, go away, you and your sister!
"Yes," replies Falcata through gritted teeth. "We were."
Balisong speaks up, “I was practising too Daddy, I was trying to make this leaf float like you taught me...but...It’s really hard...Could you show me again?”
Glaive looked a bit disappointed, I really hoped me and Fal could have some alone time...I guess duty comes first though. “Sure Bali, I can go over the basics again.”
"Me too! Show me too!" pipes up Falchion, not wanting to be left out.
One change of scenery later and the four ponies, three magical and one tagging along for lack of anything better to do, were seated upon the roof of the keep, with nothing but open skies above them. Glaive sat before his two children, a small silver spoon, borrowed from Virtue’s dinning room, lay between them.
Glaive looks pensive, “Now...how to begin? Well...You see my children, magic is the most powerful tool we ponies possess. Those of us fortunate enough to be born with the ability to work it are thus obligated by the gods to use our powers to help ponies, in whatever way we can. That is why I, my father, his father, and his father’s father, use and used ours to protect the ponies of this nation. And one day, you will do the same.”
Oh, here he goes...poor foals don't know you have to interrupt him early else he goes on for hours... thinks Falcata to herself, lying on her back and staring up at the sky. All the magic stuff is going over her head, sure, but it was still nice to just be with her family.
Glaive begins to pace back and forth before them. “Before you can work magic you must first understand, the world is like a grand tapestry, all things are intertwined, by the threads of fate. To most ponies, these threads are hidden, the connections among the parts of the world obscured. Unicorns like me, and alicorns like you, are capable, however of detecting these threads and by expressing our will upon them, we can alter the world as we see fit. However, such power can be dangerous. The web of the world is more complicated than anypony can understand, and changing one thing, always affects something else. Thus we must never try and change something we do not first understand. For doing otherwise can have deadly or disastrous effects. Do you understand?”
Balisong nods. “Yes.”
"Yes?" Falchion confirms, with a bit less confidence. His father has just said a lot of words, and he hasn't really been listening.
Glaive doesn’t pick up on his son’s lack of confidence and takes his seat before them, again. “Good,” he says before continuing, “Now. Look at the spoon I brought here. To use your magic, you must first see it for what it is. This is not just a spoon. It is a part of everything. It is connected to me, to you, to the fort, to those trees, to the clouds and the stars. Everything.” Glaive’s horn begins to glow. “When you concentrate, you can feel these connections. Both of you. Close your eyes, and open your minds, try and sense the threads of fate.”
And I thought flight school was boring... thinks Falcata, now with eyes shut, half-asleep.
Balisong does as she is told. She closes her eyes and tries to reach out. It is difficult for her at first. Her horn flashes faintly, slowly, like a candle flickering in the wind, before finally turning bright with a cerulean glow. And then she can see it. Though see wasn’t truly the right word. She could sense what her father was trying to explain. All the threads of the world. She opens her eyes again, and drops her concentration. She has a wide grin across her face.
Seeing his sister's apparent success, Falchion, as usual, determines to do better. He shuts his eyes, a look of intense concentration on his face. Nothing at all happens for about ten seconds, before his horn suddenly flares russet and the spoon on the table melts into a puddle of sizzling molten metal. He opens his eyes, wondering what the noise is.
"Oh...um."
Glaive had a look of surprise upon his face, but it was a pleasant surprise. “That...that was quite impressive Falchion. Tell me did you intend to do that? I knew you were more advanced in your magic then your sister, but I didn’t know you had learned any tricks other than levitation.”
"Um...I, um, felt those strings you were talking about, so I pulled one..." offers Falchion by way of explanation. "I didn't know it was going to ruin your spoon, though..." The young colt smiles anyway. Better than Bali! Yes!
Glaive nods, “I see, and don’t worry, I didn’t expect the spoon to come out of this in one piece, though I didn’t expect it to melt...However, Falchion you have provided us all with a perfect example of what happens when you do something wrong.”
Balisong smiles possibly even wider than she had been a few seconds ago. Falchi had messed up, and she had not and she was feeling quite smug about that.
"Aw...but...you can always get a new spoon? Or can I fix it?" Without waiting for his dad to reply, Falchion tries again, his horn flashing for the second time, causing the pool of molten metal to solidify into four miniature spoons, all utterly useless due to their tiny size. As he releases his concentration, though, three of the spoons melt again, leaving just one thoroughly useless tiny spoon lying in a puddle of liquid silver.
“Falchion! Stop!” says Glaive nearly shouting. “No, Falchion, this isn’t about the spoon. The example you provided was why we never pull on threads without first understanding them. You got lucky. You could just have easily caused it to blow up sending molten metal or jagged shards at all three of us. Magic is powerful, but it is treacherous. It isn’t a toy, and you must never treat it as one. You would hardly be the first Unicorn to hurt himself or others by accident like that.”
"Oops...sorry." he mumbles, looking dejected. "I only wanted to help, Dad."
Glaive give his son an assuring smile. “It is okay son, just please don’t do it again.” Glaive turns to Balisong, “Well, we’ve seen your brother try his hoof at it, are you ready to try some real magic Bali?”
Balisong suddenly looks much less sure of herself, “Um...If...if you think I can.”
Glaive smiles, “I’m certain you can, now close your eyes.” She does so. “Reach out with your mind again.” Her horn begins to glow, as it had before, with much less flickering first. “No, see if you can find the tiny spoon your brother made. I shouldn’t be hard to find after...after he altered it.” Balisong’s face is contorted in pure concentration, until after about 10 seconds, the tiny spoon was enveloped in the same bluish light as her horn.
“Good,” says Glaive, “now if you carefully examine the item you should be able to tell which ‘threads’ are keeping it held to the ground. By gently pulling against them, you can make it move upward, try it now.” As Balisong concentrates a faint hum is heard, seemingly coming from the spoon. However after a couple seconds it stops and the item begins to float.
“Open your eyes darling.” says Glaive a proud smile across his face.
Balisong opens her eyes and sees the spoon floating in the air between her and her father. She had done it. She drops the spoon to the ground, and begins to bounce on the spot in joy, “I did it!” she cries several times, before calming herself.
“That was very good Balisong.” says Glaive approvingly before turning to his son, “Now Falchion would you like to try it?”
"Okay, Dad..." the colt says, somewhat nervously, eyeing the now-motionless spoon. He keeps his eyes open, glaring at the spoon as if it had insulted him viciously, focusing all his attention on it. Both the spoon and his horn spark into life at once, and the small silver object gently hovers above the floor, though the hum produced is much louder and more disconcerting than with Balisong.
"I did it!" he exclaims, keeping the spell active and looking away from the spoon towards his father. "I d-"
There is a huge bang and the spoon shoots off at an angle, disappearing over the edge of the roof.
Glaive lets out a low whistle. “...That was...very good. You have a lot of power in there Falchion. More than I had at your age anyway. With practice you’ll be better able to control the amount of force you apply so that won’t happen unless you want it to. But with that much magic strength already...You will be a very fine warrior one day.”
"Whussat?" mumbles a sleepy Falcata, having dozed off and been rudely awakened by the bang. "Runs in the family, fine warriorism..."
Falchion simply beams wordlessly, smiling with joy at his parents and sister.
Glaive stands a look of sheer pride in both of his fine foals upon his face. “You have both done well, I’m proud of both of you. But,” he looks at the puddle of cooling silver, “it seems our prop is gone for now. So I think we will end the lesson here for today. I want both of you to keep practicing on your own. Falchion, work on your control, and Balisong, work on putting more power into it. And remember, don’t try anything else without first talking to me or your grandfather about it.”
Both foals nod in unison, “Okay Daddy.”
"Right, so enough of the snooze cruise, I think." smirks Falcata as she pulls herself to her hooves. "How about learning something which isn't mind-numbingly, soul-crushingly boring?"
“I..I don’t...I don’t think magic is boring...” mutters Balisong quietly.
"Yeah, because we haven't started yet, dear. Trust me, when you have this to compare it to and your father starts making you read half a library's worth of magic books you'll see what I mean." assures Falcata with a smile.
Glaive nods, “Go with your mother Bali. I’m going to go find the other part of this.” Glaive levitates the now much cooler blob of solid silver. “...and explain to Virtue what happened to her good silver...” Glaive begins to walk toward the hatch to head back downstairs.
“Um...okay. What, are we going to do?” inquires Balisong.
"What do you think, Bali, Falchi? Flying, of course!" exclaims Falcata, flaring her wings for effect.
"Yay!" enthuses Falchion happily. "I like flying!"
Balisong lets out a nervous squeak.
"Bali? What's wrong?"
Balisong murmurs something too quiet to hear a look of fear upon her face though she tries to hide it from her mother by not looking her in the eyes.
"Bali?" Even Falchion looks a little concerned, not competitive as usual.
“...I...I’m afraid of flying...” she finally manages to squeak out, just barely audible to her mother and brother.
"But...there's nothing to be afraid of, Bali! You were doing magic just there; that's way more dangerous than any flying could be!" says Falcata, aghast.
Balisong’s voice trembles, “b..b..b.but I d...don’t have to be so h...high up when doing m..magic. It isn’t f...f...flying that’s scary....it’s being so h...high up.” Balisong braced herself to be laughed at by her brother, she knew he suspected her of being afraid of heights but she’d always denied it before.
Falchion trots across, gently hugging his sister, seeing that she is genuinely upset. "Aw, Bali, it's okay! Flying is super easy and safe, even high up; Mum will show you!"
Balisong nods, comforted a bit by her brother, “oh...okay...I...I’ll try.” She is still visibly nervous about the whole affair, but seems genuinely willing to try.
“Right, now, both of you flare your wings, and do it properly. Flying starts on the ground; remember that. Preparing to take off is just as important as everything else, if not the most important part of flying.” Falcata spreads her own wings to demonstrate.
Falchion likewise unfurls his wings, the colt’s wingspan already comparable to that of his mother.
Balisong hesitates and then copies her brother and mother spreading out her wings as they do.
“Okay, now, if you’re sure that you’re all set to go; no trees around to bump into, plenty of space to take off, etcetera, then just bring yourself up gently. No flashy takeoffs at this stage, yeah?” Flapping her wings gently, Falcata hovers gently above the ground in demonstration, Falchion following her into the air.
Balisong does as instructed, starting to hover into the air, a bit wobbly from her nerves but competently. She was still comfortable so long as the floor wasn’t too far underneath her, but she knew what was coming next, and she wasn’t looking forward to it.
Falcata glances at her daughter, making sure she’s still all right. “Now just pick up speed as you go, and follow me. We’ll stay at the level of this roof for now, okay?” She drifts forwards, slowly at first but gradually moving more rapidly.
“You go first, Bali,” offers Falchion, feeling sorry for his sister and valiantly surrendering the proud position of second place.
Balisong flutters into position behind her mother and follows her closely, as they make their way toward the edge. You can do this, Balisong. Flying isn’t scary, you have wings, you won’t fall. Just follow Mommy and it’ll be okay. Just don’t look down. Don’t look down. Don’t look down.
As they get a few yards out past the edge Balisong looks down. The ground looks so far away, she panics, her legs flailing uselessly. She makes a squeak as her wings lock down onto her sides in pure terror.
“Mum!” calls Falchion, panicking a bit. “MUM!”
Falcata snaps around, having anticipated something like this, but her daughter is already falling too fast and the ground is too close by to catch her. For the second time today, she says something indescribably rude, jetting towards the falling filly despite knowing she couldn’t even hope to break her fall.
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Glaive makes his way out of keep and walks in the direction that the spoon fell. He hoped it was still where it had landed. After a few moments of searching he finds it sticking out of the mud and he says, “There you are. Let’s get you ho-” his sentence is interrupted as a filly almost as tall as him falls from the sky onto his back with a suitably loud thump. As Glaive face first in the mud beings to sort out what hit him, he realizes that for the second time today he has been slammed into the ground by a flying mare.
He rolls out from under his daughter and prepares to scold her for slamming him so hard when he sees that she is shaking, her hooves are hiding her face and something appears to be very wrong. “Balisong....What happened? Are you okay? Are you hurt?” he says as he examines his daughter for any obvious injuries.
Balisong stands up she could feel the eyes of everypony in the fort on her, they were all watching she was sure, she knew they must have seen her fall like that everypony would know, and they would laugh at her, she was certain. Her eyes were full of tears, her face blushing with embarrassment though her fur. She galloped frantically as fast as her legs could carry her away from her father, away from everypony toward her parents home.
“Bali, wait...” calls Glaive as she gallops away.
Falcata dives after her, having seen the collision from above. “Bali! Balisong!”
Falchion continues to perch on the roof, looking concerned. His mum would have it under control, though. She always did.
Balisong pays no heed to her parent’s calls and continues dashing toward her home.
“Balisong!” Falcata calls again, going faster so as to catch up with her daughter. “Balisong! Stop!”
Balisong stops just short of the dorms, she turns to her mother, tears streaming down her face. “I...I c..can’t do it..I..I’m sorry m..mommy...I c..can’t.”
Falcata touches down, skidding to a halt beside her daughter. She wraps her in a huge embrace, reassuring her as best she can. “It’s okay, it’s okay. You don’t have to.”
Balisong holds on tightly to her mother, “No..It’s n..not. I s...should be able to, b...but I can’t. WHY can’t I do it!?” She continues to cry, increasingly loudly.
Gliding out of the sky, Falchion lands beside his mother and sister, joining in the hug. Sure, he loves to annoy her, but seeing his sister really upset made him unhappy too. “Bali, please don’t cry! At least you’re great at magic!”
Glaive gallops up to his family, he wasn’t sure what was going on, but he knew his daughter was upset, so he joined in the hug.
“N..no...I’m not...y..your b...better at that t..too.” stutters Balisong though the tears.
“Balisong,” interjects Falcata, still holding her tight. “It’s okay, these things just take time for some ponies. You can do it, I know you can, but nopony is going to make you start flying until you’re ready. I- I’m sorry if we pushed you too soon...”
Balisongs cries beginning to fade a bit, “But...A...a winged pony afraid of h...heights...I..I'm an embarrassment! I can't do anything right! A...aren’t you d...disappointed in me?"
’Flying? Is that was this is about?’ Thinks Glaive to himself. ’I’ll get the full story from Falcata later.’ He decides.
Glaive wipes the tears from his daughter’s face. “No Bali. No. We love you, and you tried...That’s all we can ask for. We aren’t disappointed in you, and you aren’t an embarrassment. We all love you. And you don’t have to do it again, until you are ready to.”
Falchion squeezes his sister even more tightly. “Bali, you’ll be the bestest superest best flyer when you’re older, I mean it! You’re gonna be super fantastic! You should come and let Frie and me help you, too, because flying is super best when you do it with somepony you l- really like!”
“We would never, ever be disappointed in you for something like this, Bali. Like I said, some ponies just take a bit longer to get comfortable with flying than others, that’s all. Same with a lot of things in life.” Falcata soothes, stroking her daughter’s withers to calm her.
Balisong has seemed to have calmed down enough to stop crying. “O...Okay, can...can I go inside now?” she asks meekly, still worried that other ponies would be less accepting of her foalish fall, should they have seen it.
“Of course you can, dear,” says Falcata, bucking the door open for her. “As long as you want, Bali. In fact, Glaive and I will see about getting you...shall we say, some fried turtle? Maybe with some lemon marmalade of a certain type, hmm?”
Balisong perks up a bit at the mention of her favorite foods. “y..yes please. The pink kind please, that’s my favorite.” She walks inside their home. “Um...I’ll just wait here, if...if that’s okay with you.”
“Certainly. Why don’t I go and get something for all of us from the dinning hall, and we can eat dinner at home tonight?” says the little filly’s father.
“That sounds splendid, doesn’t it, Falchi?” Falchion nods in agreement with his mother, recognising his sister needed the support. He smiles at her, moving in to give her another brotherly hug.
Balisong gladly accepts the hug, from her brother, while Glaive takes his leave to fetch dinner for his family. Once the door is closed and they are waiting, Balisong moves away from her brother and takes out the harp her mother had given her, and begins to play a slow melody.
((End Scene))
Post by: Powder Miner on May 21, 2012, 07:59:51 pm
Powder Miner looks around to make sure none of the scarier ponies of Dawnpick are around before quietly heading towards Jaxler. Jaxler was messed up. Way more messed up than Powder Miner thought he'd be. Dang, what was going on here? "I brought you this." Powder placed a mug of alcohol, namely moonshine, on the floor in Jaxler's cell. "Thought you might need it. I'd heard that you'd been put in jail with no drinks or anything, so..."
Post by: jaxler on May 21, 2012, 08:15:01 pm
Jaxler was still curled up in the corner of the cell. He had been doing less horrible then normal though. Earlier in the day some ponies hauled a bed into the dank cell. Though being held at crossbow point as a peace of furniture was brought in was less then pleasant, having Marilee visit him daily had made his time down there much more bearable. "Oh... h-hay powder... um... what's that?" Jaxler pointed his hoof at the mug.
Post by: KingStrongbeard on May 21, 2012, 10:01:01 pm
Balisong has found herself a quiet corner of the town where she can concentrate undisturbed. She has floating before her a small rock no larger than a newborn's hoof. With all the power she can muster she flings it hard into the air trying to toss it over the wall, in an attempt to emulate the power Falchion showed with the spoon atop the keep. But try as she might it never goes more than twice her height before falling to the ground uselessly. After what felt like the hundredth time this had happened she was getting visibly frustrated with it.
Moral was circling the walls of the fort for the last hour. He honestly didn’t remember why, or if he had any reason to be doing so, but one thing was for sure, he’d know why he was by the time he got to the end of this wall! But Just as the alicorn was about to do his third circuit around the fort he saw a sad little filly who just couldn’t do her magic right. So, Moral felt like being a good little pony and trying to help. “Hello um... there? whatcha’ doin’?”
Balisong jumped as the large strange alicorn pony began to talk to her. “Um...trying to toss the stupid rock, the way my brother can...” she answers barely above a whisper.
Moral looked at the little filly with concern. “How much you know about magic? um... what was I doing again... what the? OH! The more you inquire about magic the greater your ability should be, perhaps I could assist you.”
Balisong shuffles her hooves, “Um, I only know a little bit, but...” Dad said to ask him or grandpa before doing any other magic...but he really meant ask somepony who would know, and this guys an alicorn...so maybe he could teach me. “Umm, maybe could help...my brother, he, when he picks things up he can make the fly off like a rocket, but when I try...well they just don’t.”
Moral smiled a little bit “Oh um... UG... what’s the word.. GOT IT! really... what was I doing again... Oh yeah! I can teach... um... you who’s to make the rock fly, and this way you won’t even haft to make um... what? give me a second I need to clear my mind through Immolation.” Moral then looked at a nearby bush. His horn flashed dark red and the bush immediately caught fire. “My dear filly, would you appreciate knowing how to make that stone relocate with little to no effort at all?” said Moral without taking his eyes off the fire he just caused.
Balisong jumped as the bush burst into flame. “Wh...why did you set that bush on fire?...Who are you?”
“I set that bush on fire because I felt like it. Also I’m Moral Decay, Grand master pyromancer, and I believe that that should imply that I’m quite capable of assisting you with your little issue.” Moral then smiled as he stared at the fire. “Also whom might you be?”
’He’s a...a Grand Master Fire Mage?’ thinks Balisong with more than a bit of surprise. Balisong, knowing she is speaking with somepony of obvious import, ’An alicorn and a grandmaster!’ bows her head and rattles of her name as her father had taught her, "I'm am Balisong, daughter of Glaive, Captain of the Ducal Guard of Dawnpick, and Falcata the Golden Pride of Verses. Granddaughter of Colonel Fauchard the Wall of the East, and Great-Great Granddaughter of Guisarme he who carried the legendary axe Widowgrief." after she gives off the lengthy list of names and titles she looks back up at the Alicorn standing before her.
Moral looks confused and stressed as Bali goes on about her family. “Well, you must have some amazing ancestry, but I digress, are you willing to partake in my offer?”
Balisong nods, surely such a learned alicorn could teach her some amazing things, “Yes. I would be happy to learn from you.”
“In that case, I think I can teach you how to cause that rock to soar like a rocket.” Moral thought for a second not taking his eyes off the fire for a second. “Focus on the ground under that rock, try to have the earth repel the stone, as apposed to having the stone repel itself from the ground and if that doesn’t work, I guess I’ll have to teach you how to cause confined combustion. ”
Balisong nods again and begins to focus once more. This time she tries something more drastic She searches and finds the threads of fate binding the stone to the earth. Instead of pulling against them as her father had taught her, she instead 'cuts' the 'thread' and reverses it, this act causes the the stone accelerates rapidly into the sky as if falling upward. After a few seconds she ceases to concentrate, the cerulean glow of her horn fades, and threads of fate correct themselves causing the stone to fall back to the earth.
“That did it!” she chirps, cerulean wings fluttering as she lifts herself a few heads off the ground before landing again as she continues, “Thank you sir!” she says with a small curtsy, “I never would have thought of that on my own.”
Moral’s horn glowed red as the bush in front of him suddenly stopped burning. The alicorn then diverted his eyes over to the little filly. “That good. Maybe no um... uh... maybe you show your brother who’s boss! Also what was your name again?”
Balisong looked confused for a second, Do I say the whole thing over again? Dad never said what to do if they ask again...He probably just wants my name, right? “Um...My name is Balisong. Thank you again for your help, Sir Moral-Decay.” She says with a bow of her head.
Moral smiles stupidly and levitates a little book out from under his wing. he flipped through the pages until he found the section where he kept pony’s names. within moments the name Balisong was burnt into it, along with a description of the pony. “Now I will no forget you name, also if anypony hurts you please tell me, I’ll boil their skin off!” chirped Moral cheerfully.
The thought of Moral boiling the skin off a pony made Balisong more than a bit uncomfortable. “Um...o...okay. A..anyway. I should probably get going. It was nice meeting you sir.” Balisong turns to head home, she had a new trick to show Falchi, and she couldn’t wait.
Moral was so happy, the little pony just got himself a new friend. He really hoped he could teach bali some other tricks, but right now Moral was going to continue with... what ever he was doing before he talked with Balisong. So Moral just followed the wall once again.
Post by: Powder Miner on May 21, 2012, 10:44:04 pm
"It's moonshine, for you. I figured you wouldn't like having nothing to drink."
Post by: jaxler on May 21, 2012, 10:55:25 pm
"O-okay..." Jaxler then drank some of the moonshine. "Thank y-you"
Post by: Dwarfiame on May 22, 2012, 12:45:38 am
Post by: jaxler on May 22, 2012, 02:21:55 pm
Read every page of this thread so far and I love it. Can I be ponified? I don't want any of the foals, I would prefer a migrant that I can shape a story around.
Welcome to the RP, If you want to start making scenes come down to the IRC channel where we plan and set up scenes.
http://cbe003.chat.mibbit.com/?channel=%23Dawnpick&server=irc.mibbit.net
Post by: jaxler on May 22, 2012, 07:41:27 pm
Moral was walking through town right now. He had spent all day working on wooden crafts and stuffs and felt super happy. He had intoxicating smile on his face and was now just enjoying a mindless stroll, mainly because he hadn’t the slightest clue what he was doing. As Moral continued his great walk, he suddenly ran into something purple and annoying so hard that hard that his pointy green hat fell off. “Oh, um.... ouch... what did I... um... what happened?”
"Oof!" says the annoying purple thing from her current position on the ground. Jury has been walking along purposefully as always, on her way back home after a day spent being mostly useless with papers in her office, and has just turned a corner only to be impacted by something, presumably another pony, and now she was sprawled on the ground with a green hat perched stupidly on her face. She blasts it off with a burst of magic, sending it sailing into the air, absolutely furious. "Watch where you are going, you moronic imbecile!" she snaps, without waiting for an apology.
Moral looked sad as his hat flew off of Jury’s face. The big red pony didn’t honestly plan on hurting anyone. “Oh... um uh... I sorry, I no mean to um... BUCKING hell... what’s the word... OH! hurt! that’s the word... I didn’t mean to hurt nopony...” said Moral as he levitated his pointy hat back onto his head.
"You will find I do not care; you should be alert to the possibility of running ponies smaller than yourself over and not merely dandering along in a daze like an idiot!" Jury picks herself up, tossing her mane indignantly. I know this one...the documentation on him is...interesting.
Moral was clearly distressed. How could anypony call him an idiot, he was clearly capable at his job and what he did in his free time was nopony’s concern. “B-but I no to be an idiot...” The stallion then gave Jury a sad smile and said, “why can’t we just be nice to each other?”
"You may find you initiated the being-inconsiderate-to-each-other aspect of this little meeting by rudely crashing into me." sniffs Jury haughtily, casting a critical eye over the alicorn. That hat is ridiculous...
Moral tilted his head in confusion. “I wasn’t... um... what was it... Got it! I wasn’t trying to run into you, but you be trying to be mean to me.” Moral then gave a blank stare of in the distance. “Wait... what were we doing here again?”
Jury scowls. This pony is giving me a gods-damned headache... "Oh, shut up, you fool." she mutters, stepping around him with a disgusted look on her face. Clearly an idiot.
“Oh... um... okay...” Moral looked visibly sad. somehow his great happy mood had turned bad. The sad pony just walked away, with a big frown. “I only w-wanted to be nice...”
Balisong was making her way around town when she spied a curious sight. The Grand Master Moral, apparently being harassed by town judge, and then walking away appearing rather upset. Curious as to what could be have been going on she makes her way to the scene. “Master Moral.” she says in a soothing tone, “What happened? Why do you look so sad?”
Moral felt slightly less sad now that his friend has had shown up. “S-s-s-s-she um...she called me a f-f-f-fool.” said Moral pointing his hoof at Jury.
Balisong has a confused look on her face, “Why would she say that? You aren’t a fool. No fool would be a Grand Master Pyromancer. Did you tell her who you are? You should go back and make her apologize!”
The big pony sighed and thought for a second. “um... uh.... Okay... I guess we could.” The big guy looked rather saddened and also like he desperately needed a hug.
Balisong reaches out a forehoof and pats Moral’s shoulder, as well as she can reach. “Hey, my Dad says that a good pony should not insult others nor let themselves be insulted. You shouldn’t take that from her.”
Moral’s face started to show the beginnings of a smile. “um... okay then.” Moral then procedded to walk after Jury. “Hay Jury! You say sorry, before I get angry.”
"Sorry? Sorry for what?" asks Jury, neither breaking stride nor even bothering to look at Moral. "Sorry for being run into by your eminent self? I hardly think so."
“You shouldn’t um... DAMNIT... OH! be mean to me. I’m a grandmaster!” said Moral, clearly seeming distressed, as he followed Jury.
Balisong watching and listening to the conversation thus far, puts her hoof to her face, ’...Maybe he should have just let it go.’ she thinks to herself.
"A grandmaster? How hugely interesting." says Jury, in the most sarcastic tone she can manage. "In what, exactly? Bothering ponies more important than yourself when all they want to do is retire to their home after a hard day working than, presumably, lazing about and being useless such as I presume you have been doing."
“I’ll show you what I’m a grandmaster at you... you, um.. uh... BUCKING DAMNIT!!!!” Moral’s horn glew sickening red as the grass around the two ponies suddenly was covered in a red glow for a matter of seconds, and then spontaneously combusted into a three foot tall circle of flames. “You Irate, pride struck pony? How dare you insult me so! You should show respect to somepony who can immolate your very physical being in the FIRE OF A THOUS-
Jury interrupts the alicorn's rant by screaming very very loudly, her arrogant demeanour evaporating in an instant as she suddenly becomes beside herself with fear. "PARTISAN! PARTISAN! SOMEPONY!" she shrieks, leaping away from the flames and the clearly deranged, murderous psychopath and charging her own magic, much weaker though it was. Her face twisted in terror, she nevertheless prepares to at least be boiled alive with a shred of dignity.
“-AND IMPLODED SUNS!” Moral walks slowly through the circle of fire, not even being the slightest bit burnt. “Oh, did you honestly assume you could disrespect me, GrandMaster Moral Decay Bringer of Doom!” as the word left Moral’s mouth the fire behind him seemed to grow further upward. The dark red alicorn gave the spiteful unicorn in front of him a sickening look that conveyed both rage and joy.
Balisong’s facehoof quickly turned into a look of sheer terror. “BUCK.” she yelped a moment later, in such a way that would certainly get her scolded by her father had he heard her, before she decides to head home immediately, half running half flying as she flees the scene.
“BALISONG, GET YOUR FATHER!” yells Jury, panicking even more as she sees her only hope of aid fleeing the scene. She tries to back away from the flames, but is already at the centre of the circle, and she finds herself unable to get any further away from the searing heat. “STOP, YOU MANIAC!” she screams, about to lose it completely. None of her limited magical ability covered anything to do with fire, but if she was going to die otherwise she would quite happily empty raw magic into the flames, regardless of the potential dangers of an uncontrolled spell like that.
The fire instantly degraded from its original height to about two inches. “Oh... pardon me but I do believe you inquired what I was a Grand Master at. You see I’m a pyromancer, and I thought you of all the ponies in the fort deserved a decent display of my capabilities.” Moral then raised his hoof to his chin and inquired for a moment “Also what would have happened if you had actually been assaulted by a vile pony? wouldn’t you agree that such an important pony as yourself needs a guard?”
Jury lets the mad pony finish speaking, lest she set him off again, before she replies: "Put the fire out! All of it! Please!" she implores, still quivering with fear.
“Yes, yes, of course.” suddenly all the small fires extinguished except for a small quivering flame that he kept his eyes fixated on. “Now, please, I’d like to keep this professional. Would you feel secure having me guard you? I mean what kind of foal would try to harm me.”
As if on cue, the unicorn Glaive arrives on the scene, his axe floating in the air next to him and his shield on his back. “Jury!? What’s going on? Balisong said something bad was going on and I saw smoke?”
“Oh, dear Glaive, Miss Jury here Asked to see what I was a grand master at, so I gave her a harmless demonstration of my exponential skills in pyromancy. I was all in good spirit, I actually was hoping to apply for a job guarding her from pesky little pony who would dare threaten her.” said Moral, not giving Jury time to reply.
"HE TRIED TO SET ME ON FIRE HELP ME HE IS A LUNATIC!" screams the slightly singed mare in one very panicked breath, seeing a saviour arrive at last, scurrying over to Glaive's side while Moral prattles some of his insanity. She tries to say something else, too, but realises she's just called the mad pony insane to his face, and only a small squeak comes out as she cowers behind the axepony.
“Oh please stop your hogwash, I was only trying to give you a free light show. Someponies would pay hundreds of bits to see a grand master pyromancer entertain them” Moral was honestly enjoying twisting his actions so that they seemed justified.
Glaive grasps his axe in his mouth and lifts his artifact shield into the air, which he keeps close to his body. He speaks through his words are obstructed by his weapon, “Moruul...Huu’ve gone too far dis time. I’m plashing you under arresht. Pleassh don’t try and reshist.”
“You put her under arrest as well then, she rammed into me before she even got a free light show, which I only gave was as a way to try to mend our stressed relationship. I swear I try to make friends with her, I even waste my time trying to entertain the irate lier and I get arrested. I swear there really is no justice.”
"No justice?! No grass left!" retorts Jury, pointing out the huge area of scorched earth left behind by Moral's display of pyrotechnics. "And my mane!" she adds, a few burnt strands of previously straw-coloured hair falling to the ground as she quakes, still terrified, behind Glaive.
“Really? You are the pony who tried to jump through a wall of fire, and you dare imply that This was my fault. If it weren’t for me you could have caught fire, for you foalish act of raw stupidity. This mare is obviously insane!” Moral lifted his hat and showed a mark where the unicorn had blasted it. “She even assaulted my hat for no particular reason. Harming masterwork is a crime my dear little pony.”
Glaive concentrates on keeping both his axe and shield floating, so he could speak freely. He couldn’t fight like that, but he could hold it for awhile. “Moral. I didn’t see what happened. But I do see scorch marks and one terrified mare. For now, you are under arrest, but I promise you the guard captain will do a full investigation. Now. Will you come peacefully?” The last word comes with great insistence from the young captain.
Moral was still eyeing the small flame he had yet to put out. “Well, I’d like to clarify. harm by negligence it only a week in jail, but harming a master work like my silk hat here is a month in Jail. see, her horn left a hole in it. We should both be arrested for today’s events.”
The alicorn had already proven his insanity, so Jury pays no attention at all to his lunatic ravings. No way, no way was anypony that dense. A month in jail for a hat that already had a hole in it?! Maybe he cannot even tell he himself is an alicorn! I really hope those magic suppressors in the cell below are tuned right up...
“You can tell that to the Guard Captain when you speak with him, and press charges then, for now.” Glaive puts his axe back in his mouth, steels himself in case he resists, and begins to approach the alicorn. “Hu are comink wit me.”
“Meh, fine, but I will require a small flame be present in the room while I converse with Partisan. I can’t think for shit without a fire for me to look at. You see, I have a debilitating condition that should make it so I’m not responsible for my actions, and also make my I.Q. drops like a stone.”
“Dat ishn’t up ta me, but hy will include hur request in my report.” says Glaive through his axe, as he moves to take the alicorn to the dungeons.
Meanwhile, some distance away, watching and hiding young Balisong observes her father arresting Moral. The little filly couldn’t help but feel responsible for all this. It was, after all, her who told Master Moral to stand up for himself, but she hadn’t imagined that he would do it in such a dangerous way.
Post by: Telgin on May 22, 2012, 07:51:21 pm
Read every page of this thread so far and I love it. Can I be ponified? I don't want any of the foals, I would prefer a migrant that I can shape a story around.
Glad you like it. I had some migrants recently, but the list on the front is immensely out of date. I hope to get that up later this week in an update for the fort.
Oh, and apologies for being MIA everyone. Crappy internet + being busy didn't leave much room for Dawnpick the last few days.
Post by: Dwarfiame on May 22, 2012, 08:31:42 pm
Good, I'll send you a google doc on my character sheet in a pm. It won't be permanent and will be subjected to change.Read every page of this thread so far and I love it. Can I be ponified? I don't want any of the foals, I would prefer a migrant that I can shape a story around.
Glad you like it. I had some migrants recently, but the list on the front is immensely out of date. I hope to get that up later this week in an update for the fort.
Oh, and apologies for being MIA everyone. Crappy internet + being busy didn't leave much room for Dawnpick the last few days.
Post by: KingStrongbeard on May 22, 2012, 11:03:23 pm
(Glaive's Report to Partisan about the Moral Incident.)
I was at my home on the Xth of Y. ((I'll put in a date when one is decided upon)) When my daughter Balisong came running up to me. She was panicked and I couldn't understand what she was saying in full. But the words, "Fire" and "Moral" came through clearly. I grabbed my axe and shield and rushed down to the scene of the crime. Which was easily located due to the smoke. I saw Moral standing over the terrified form of miss Jury. The grass was scorched away to the now blackened earth around them.
As I tried to determine what had happened. Jury ran behind me screaming that the "Lunatic" pony had tried to set her on fire. Moral denied such accusations, claiming it was just a light show. Judging from the effected area, I do not believe he was actually trying to kill Miss Jury, had he intended that she would be dead right now. However, it is possible he was threatening her, though I don't know for what motives. That at least was my assumption. I told him he was under arrest. He did not resist, but told me I should arrest Jury as well, for damaging his hat, which he calls a masterwork. I informed him that he would be free to discuss that with the Captain of the Guard. He then requested that a lit flame be present when he is questioned. He claimed that he needs a flame present in order to think clearly.
I do not know if that is actually the case. But that might actually be true. He was very lucid when he spoke with me and he watched the small fire that remained, much more so than what I have heard about him from other ponies at least. It may seem unusual, but magic often works in unintuitive ways, and his claim may very well be true, should he have suffered some sort of magic related trauma in his past. Though it is obviously more likely an act. Should you decide to honor his request, but desire additional security, while speaking with him, I volunteer myself, and my squad for that task.
Regardless, after making those requests he did not resist and was placed in a private cell to await questioning.
Post by: L1wW on May 23, 2012, 07:38:09 pm
(http://dl.dropbox.com/u/74348879/Dawnpick/Adult%20Granite%20Avatar.JPG)
Granite's Journal, Dates are for sissy's
Gods, I've been stuck in this bed for the past three days. I'm writing this now because the only family member I assume cares about me came by with this old piece of crap of a book. I would take a moment to thank Wisteria for her kind services and being the one sister I had that never cried or broke my crap, instead just sat there and watched my every movement. I think she was the only sister I let into the attic, I mean Brownie Bits cried to everything that happened and Purple Prose destroyed half of my stuff. Hence why I have a mild dislike for young unicorns learning how to do magic stuff. But none of this is very important.
The important part is that I lost my kidney and Jaxler is arrested.
I awoke to the sounds of shouting outside my humble apartment and I went to investigate. I witnessed the fortress guards surrounding Jaxler and a crumpled up Partisan. I ran over to Jaxler, despite Indigo's random bull that never ceased to spew from his mouth. I tried to pull him up, again ignoring Indigo, and then I saw Kat take aim outside a window. I heard the crossbow fire a bolt, and I jumped in front of it. I felt a sharp pain as the bolt pierced my abdomen and I screamed in pain. I screamed. I heard Indigo's voice one last time before passing out. Later I woke up in this bed. Simple.
No visitors before Wisteria. I wonder how Friesden's doing.
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Entry Two, Four days after a day before yesterday...
Wisteria dropped by once or twice and gave me the book on ores Stiletto gave me when I tried to break into her house. Fun times. According to Panacea I only have two more days after this. I can't wait to get out of here. I feel like a pegasus in a crypt... I like that analogy! Mom and dad dropped by to finally check up on their only son. Swell parents, the best. Still no visit from Friesden though, does she still care about me? I'm apparently recovering well, kinda surprising, never knew I was so quick to heal.
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Entry Three, Day past the last entry I think...
Still no Friesden. I miss her. I might be worried too, considering she's the mayor's personal guard. I hate the mayor, he ordered the masons to build him a gold door. How the hell did they pull that off?
But I still miss Friesden.
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Entry Four, Last day.
I'm out of here after this day is over! Thank the gods!
Still no visit from Friesden.
Friesden...
Post by: jaxler on May 23, 2012, 08:53:36 pm
Jaxler was sitting in the cell's bed, hiding under the covers. the walls were still horrible. He was tired of the annoying walls and couldn't get much sleep, though he was doing better then he had been when he first got stuffed in the cell. The red maned pony heard something coming down the cell's stairs but didn't bother to move and just continued to lay there. For all he knew it could just be Jury coming back down to mess with him.
Post by: L1wW on May 23, 2012, 08:56:04 pm
The second Granite got out of the hospital, he knew he needed to see Jaxler. He took a bolt for him after all. "J-jaxler? It's me... Granite..." Granite spoke with a hint of fear in his voice. "H-how are you feeling?"
Post by: jaxler on May 23, 2012, 08:59:01 pm
Jaxler didn't bother to get out of his covers, but still responded to Granite. "I'm f-feeling crappy..."
Post by: L1wW on May 23, 2012, 09:02:15 pm
Granite approached the cell bars and made out Jaxler lying in a bed. "How's prison treating you Jaxler, I'm s-sorry I couldn't have helped you more back there..." He said, his words blended with his feelings of being inferior of those around him.
Post by: jaxler on May 23, 2012, 09:08:47 pm
Jaxler still hid under his covers, at least Granite still wanted to be his friend. "G-granite, don't feel sorry, I shouldn't h-have let you get hurt or even been in a p-position where you could be harmed. It's my... my fault... and prisons has been treating me horribly... but don't worry I k-kinda deserve it."
Post by: L1wW on May 23, 2012, 09:14:19 pm
"Jaxler..." Granite says, his voice cracks from overwhelming sadness. "I... I forgive you Jaxler..." He says. "You never did finish training me Jaxler..."
Post by: jaxler on May 23, 2012, 09:20:56 pm
"I-I... I'll get back to training y-you once I get out... you d-deserve it..."
Post by: L1wW on May 23, 2012, 09:22:34 pm
"T-thanks Jaxler." Granite pauses. "I... uh got out of the hospital, I lost one of my kidneys, I'm becoming more like you each day... Friesden never visited me..." He let that last part slip out.
Post by: jaxler on May 23, 2012, 09:37:02 pm
Jaxler heart skipped a beat. Granite lost his kidney because of himself, it was his fault.. Jaxler got up and walked over to Granite, did he honestly know what having one kidney did to his life expectancy. "G-g-granite, I'm sure Friesden just doesn't know that your hurt. I-I-I'm sure that she wouldn't just abandon you, she's a nice filly."
Post by: L1wW on May 23, 2012, 09:39:11 pm
"I-i hope so..." Granite looks down to his hooves. "I really hope so..." He says, more to the floor than anything else.
Post by: jaxler on May 23, 2012, 09:41:55 pm
Jaxler just stole much of Granite's life, so at least he could try to help him with his little problem. "Granite, F-Friesden isn't the kind of pony that would stab you in the back, she p-probably will be thrilled to see you."
Post by: L1wW on May 23, 2012, 09:47:45 pm
Granite looks up to Jaxler. "I'll take your word for it..." He says. "Remember when there wasn't as much crap going on? Back when I had a serious alcohol problem and stole a lot more than I do now...? I miss those days sometimes... not so much the drinking or stealing, but the things we did together like when we used to drink together at the hall... did we ever put saw dust in the well?" Granite asks, looking to Jaxler for answers.
Post by: jaxler on May 23, 2012, 10:06:21 pm
"I miss them too... It seems like just yesterday you were half my size, and cried over a barrel of m-moonshine after Browne Bits was born. I don't know if any of the stuff I told you back then got t-through or even if you remember it." Jaxler the looks up and gazed off in the distance... "We've changed a lot, haven't we..." Granite seemed to be getting better, while Jaxler was only degrading...
Post by: L1wW on May 23, 2012, 10:11:46 pm
"Yeah... we sure have... And I'll make sure we change for the better!" Granite says, with mild enthusiasm. "Jaxler, no matter what anyone says, you are a good pony. You will never cease to be a good pony. You saved my life from the snatcher, I know Falcata decapitated him, but you tackled him first. You saved Flux's life, despite knowing you had little chance of survival against a goddamn ogre. But that didn't stop you. And this sure as hell won't stop Jaxler Blackflutes, you will come out of this cell the same stallion you were, a happy stallion. Prove Jury wrong. Prove them all wrong, Jaxler."
Post by: jaxler on May 23, 2012, 10:29:07 pm
"Thank you..." Jaxler had seen that little foal he saved from a snatcher grow up before his own eyes. The pony was the the first guy in Dawn- ever to treat Jaxler like a friend. If anypony in the room was a good pony it was the stallion standing in front of him. "You know, you were the first pony to treat me like a friend."
Post by: L1wW on May 23, 2012, 10:34:39 pm
"And you were the first to save me, let me drink, listen to my plans, and also listen to me whine and complain, you were also the first to arm and train me..." Granite says. "I owe a lot to you, you know..."
Post by: jaxler on May 23, 2012, 10:39:33 pm
"If it weren't for you and Flux I'd probably be dead right now."
Post by: L1wW on May 23, 2012, 10:42:37 pm
"Yeah probably. Me and Flux are pretty awesome." Granite says, laughing slightly. "I should probably get going soon..."
Post by: jaxler on May 23, 2012, 10:44:24 pm
Jaxler smiled ear to ear. "Thank you Granite, for everything. I don't think I'll ever be able to repay you for what you've done for me."
Post by: L1wW on May 23, 2012, 10:46:23 pm
"You all ready have repaid me, Jaxler." Granite says. "I'll come back soon, probably with some alcohol..."
Post by: jaxler on May 23, 2012, 10:48:16 pm
"I'll see you then." somehow Jaxler forgot about the walls during his conversation with Granite.
Post by: L1wW on May 24, 2012, 05:28:50 pm
(http://dl.dropbox.com/u/74348879/Dawnpick/Adult%20Granite%20Avatar.JPG)
After visiting Jaxler, Granite had one more thing to do on his list. He needed to see Friesden. After all Granite loved her and trusted her. He walked straight towards her house, nothing disturbing him during his walk, until he finally reached the house. Granite started to knock on the door.
Post by: Dsarker on May 24, 2012, 05:38:27 pm
Friesden comes to the door to see who could be knocking at the door at this hour. She opens the door a crack.
"Granite? What are you doing here?"
Post by: L1wW on May 24, 2012, 05:41:44 pm
Friesden still looked as beautiful as ever, Granite could never forget her gorgeous eyes or her sweet voice. He took a moment to reflect on being so lucky as to be in her company. "H-hey, I came to say hi, I just got out of the hospital." Granite says. "So how have you been?"
Post by: Dsarker on May 24, 2012, 05:48:12 pm
"I've been good... what do you mean, just got out of the hospital? What happened?" Friesden asks. "Where have you been? What are you talking about?
Post by: L1wW on May 24, 2012, 05:53:31 pm
"A few weeks back Jaxler was to be arrested, right outside my apartment. I heard shouting and walked in to see what was going on. Jaxler was about to get shot in the back by a guard. I took the bolt for him and lost a kidney." Granite explained. He hopes she'll still except him even though he lost a kidney.
Post by: Dsarker on May 24, 2012, 05:58:34 pm
"...what? Why would a guard shoot Jaxler? Granite, you're not making any sense."
Post by: L1wW on May 24, 2012, 06:00:58 pm
"There was a rumor that Jaxler punched Jury in the face... but it doesn't really matter, I'm more happy about being alive, here with you." Granite says. He hopes that nothing has changed between them.
Post by: Dsarker on May 24, 2012, 06:09:48 pm
"Granite... You're not lying to me, are you?"
Post by: L1wW on May 24, 2012, 06:11:19 pm
"Why would I be lying?" Granite asks, confused that the love of his life doesn't trust his words. "Do you want to see the scar from where the bolt hit me?" He moves closer to Friesden to try to hug her.
Post by: Dsarker on May 24, 2012, 06:16:31 pm
"Granite..." Friesden shakes her head. "I don't know what's going on, but...No."
Post by: L1wW on May 24, 2012, 06:18:07 pm
"No to what?" Granite asks. "I'm not making this up here, Jaxler was arrested for a crime and I took a bolt and was placed in the hospital for about a week or so..."
Post by: Dsarker on May 24, 2012, 06:23:22 pm
Tears start to bead up in Friesden's eyes.
"I-i-i-i-is that all I-I-I-I-I'm worth to you? A q-q-q-q-q-q-quick lie for a-a-a-a-a-all the time you spent away?"
Post by: L1wW on May 24, 2012, 06:29:09 pm
There are things Granite can not stand to see, the biggest thing out of all however, is Friesden crying. "P-p-please... you mean well more than that to me... I'd take another shot... again and again... just to be with you..." Tears form in Granite's eyes, but he shuts them away. "I-i'm not lying to you... please believe me... you could talk to Panacea at the hospital... she could confirm my stay at the hospital... she operated on me... please... please believe me..." Granite sniffles a little, hurt that Friesden thinks he would lie to her. He moves a bit to the side to show her his slightly blood-stained bandages. "It's my blood, I-i-i went to see you first before... before going back to the hospital..."
Post by: Dsarker on May 24, 2012, 06:43:36 pm
"P-p-p-p-please, Granite... Just...Just go home."
Post by: L1wW on May 24, 2012, 06:46:08 pm
"Home's been the hospital for the past week or so Friesden. I left 'home' to see you, after my best friend got arrested. Why can't you believe me? If I could have come here sooner I would have, but getting shot managed to change those plans, I'm sorry."
Post by: Dsarker on May 24, 2012, 06:55:49 pm
"Granite...Just go. P-p-p-p-please."
Post by: L1wW on May 24, 2012, 07:03:53 pm
"Not until you believe me. Jaxler punched Jury, Jaxler was going to be arrested. I heard commotion and went outside to investigate. Jaxler was about to get shot by Kat. I intervened and took the bolt for Jaxler. You can ask Panacea, Indigo, or even Kat, Falcata and Glaive, and you should here the same story, or you could go visit Jaxler in prison. He's there, he's going to stay there for a while." Granite said, his voice unwavering, calm, and most importantly truthful.
Post by: Omicega on May 24, 2012, 07:20:15 pm
Post by: Dsarker on May 24, 2012, 07:27:00 pm
Friesden's sadness is gone now, replaced with anger. "Don't speak about my mom that way. She wouldn't shoot Jaxler! She's a guard!" She turns her back on Granite. "Please leave."
Post by: L1wW on May 24, 2012, 07:30:13 pm
"A guards job is to protect ponies by harming bad ones. Jaxler was bad, therefore he was shot at. Falcata, you were there, what happened with Jaxler getting arrested?" Granite says, he takes a look at the alicorn next to Falcata. "You seem familiar from somewhere..."
Post by: Omicega on May 24, 2012, 07:38:29 pm
Post by: Dsarker on May 24, 2012, 07:43:38 pm
"I...I...I think I am, Falchi...Just...Just Granite here. He...I don't think he'd harm me."
Post by: L1wW on May 24, 2012, 07:47:59 pm
"Falcata, I've been trying to explain myself to Friesden about not seeing her, you know, because I got shot by a crossbow when Jaxler was getting arrested, anyway Friesden won't believe a word I say, maybe you could shed some light." Granite said. His voice drops to a whisper only Falcata could hear. "Er... if it would make Friesden breakdown then don't say who took the shot... or if you think that wouldn't prevent her breaking down then just say I'm wrong... I don't want Friesden to be hurt..."
Post by: Omicega on May 24, 2012, 07:57:51 pm
Post by: L1wW on May 24, 2012, 07:59:53 pm
"Falchion, I assure you I would never think of harming Friesden, I'd rather die before strike her." Granite says. "Nothing will ever change that."
Post by: Dsarker on May 24, 2012, 08:01:21 pm
"If...If that's true, why didn't you tell me? Why didn't you ask Panacea to get me? I...No. Granite, no. No more."
Post by: L1wW on May 24, 2012, 08:06:50 pm
"Sorry, I woke up in a hospital bed with Panacea getting her assistant to knock me out. Then I woke up again to see my kidney on a tray next to the bolt that was beside me. I also didn't want you to see me stuck in a hospital bed. I thought that might be a bit too much for you after the incident with the assassin."
Post by: Dsarker on May 24, 2012, 08:08:34 pm
"Granite. I'm not a feeble filly anymore. Just...Just go. Goodbye, Granite."
Post by: L1wW on May 24, 2012, 09:51:49 pm
"As you wish..." Granite turns away from her and walks away. He turns his back on the love of his life. "Don't let her see you cry." Granite whispers to himself. He walks away from the happiness of his life. "Just keep walking Granite, just keep walking..." Granite whispers again. He goes home, a shell of the stallion he once was. Granite failed.
Post by: Kryptid on May 24, 2012, 10:02:26 pm
This takes place a week or so after Indigo visited her. The new avatar is for Chestnut; her colors are an eyesore, aren't they? Hehe...
Experimenting with Magic
Attempting to relax as she laid across the cloud-patterned sheets of her bed, Sarissa perused a book which she had brought from home long ago. It was titled "The Beginner's Guide to Magic", and it was the only book on the subject that she possessed. Intended for young foals, the material within was very basic in nature. It explained some of the fundamental theory behind magery, safety precautions when practicing the magical arts, and some easy, common spells such as telekinesis. It didn't cover the advanced subjects that Sarissa wanted, but at least it was a good starting point.
Beside the book were several sheets of paper with notes written down. Some of the writing were quotes that came from other books she had read in the past. The rest was a combination of diagrams and numbers she had drawn up from her own studies. The frustrated unicorn rubbed her face; she had yet to solve the fundamental flaw with her Vitalsight spell. Although she was beginning to gain an understanding of why it worked at all, she was still missing some vital information.
There was a translucent glass jar on Sarissa's nightstand, within which was a treefrog she had captured earlier in the day. She fired up her Vitalsight spell, causing the world to disappear into blackness. As always, the frog disappeared from sight as well. She then stared at her own hoof, revealing red, glowing veins. Time to do some more tweaking.
The unicorn began to mentally feel for the Strings of Fate that bound the world together. Before her was an amazingly complicated assortment of mystical fibers, each one vibrating at its own frequency and loaded under a specific tension. It was like some fantastically giant, three-dimensional spider's web, but far more complex and fluid. Manipulating these strings was how all unicorns did their magic, but adjusting the strings that connected to one's very own eyes was never an easy thing to do. Some time in the past, however, Sarissa had managed to locate the strings that affected sight and concentrated on those.
She decided to be safe about it and only work on the strings in her left eye. That way, if something went wrong, she would still have one good eye to perform her duties with. That was the theory, anyway. Sarissa had concluded that the reason that she was able to see mammalian blood was because the frequency and tension of the strings in her eyes already closely matched those that made up the blood of mammals. This was probably due to the fact that she herself had mammalian blood flowing through the vessels in her eyes. If she wanted to see the blood of other species, she'd have to match the characteristics of the strings to that of the novel blood types.
As she felt for the strings that made up the frog's blood, she could see that they were vibrating far too quickly for her to possibly count them normally. Trying to eyeball the frequency of those vibrations would have been as difficult as to trying eyeball how far away the Moon was. The axe-lord would have to find the right combination of frequency and tension through trial and error. She spent hours manipulating one of the strings in her left eye, writing down any notable effects when she found them.
For most combinations of tension and frequency, nothing obvious changed about her vision. Sometimes something unusual would pop up, but the results weren't very useful. At a frequency of 1,320 cycles per second and the tension reduced to about half normal, her vision of the world was cast only in shades of blue. At 1,330 cycles and double the standard tension, everything became as blurry as if she had opened her eyes under water. She had a moment of panic at 1,410 cycles and 3.2-fold the tension, as the eye became blind. Thankfully, the subsequent loss of concentration cancelled the spell and her sight instantly returned to normal.
Finally, something interesting began to happen at 1,440 cycles and 5.2-fold. Something of the frog was beginning to show up in her Vitalsight; a dark red smudge. Sarissa drew a quick breath in excitement; she was getting close. She slowly increased the tension to 5.4-fold. The smudge began to grow more pronounced and brighter. At 5.7-fold, she could almost see individual vessels, but the image was still blurry. She ramped it up further to 5.8-fold; she had never pulled one of the Strings of Fate so tightly before. The unicorn became aware of an unusual buzzing noise coming from the string in question, but initially ignored it. The image of the frog's circulatory system was almost perfect. Just a bit more...
At last, six times the baseline tension was reached and the frog's blood became as crystal clear as her own. Grinning from ear-to-ear, the copper mare let out a cheer of "Yes!", even though nopony else was around to hear her proclamation of victory. The string was now buzzing violently. Unable to withstand the force placed upon it any longer, it snapped. Sarissa's excitement was suddenly struck down by a sharp, stabbing pain in her left eye. She grunted at the unexpected sensation, pressing a hoof onto the affected area. Nervously, the mare slowly opened the eye and was greeted by a fuzzy vision of her room tinged with pink.
She scampered over to the mirror to examine the damage. Her left eye was blood-shot and decorated with a distinctive red blotch beside the iris. "Crap! What have I done?! What have I done?!" Sarissa yelped. I'd better get this looked at. Just before leaving, she quickly jotted down another note on one of her papers: "1,440 cycles + 6-fold tension = AVOID!!!"
Not taking the time to put on her armour, she simply left her room and headed straight to the hospital. The bright light of the Sun caused the eye to sting worse, so she squinted it shut in an attempt to bring some relief to it. Quickly reaching the entrance, she knocked on the door to the first office she could find, "Panacea! Chestnut! You guys in there?!"
The door is pulled open by a very concerned unicorn mare. Chestnut sees Sarissa's stricken expression and motions for her to come inside. She just barely managed to notice the spot on her eye when she asks, "What's the matter? Are you hurt?"
"I-I was messing around with magic, and something went awry. Th-there's something wrong with my eye! It hurts and I can barely see out of it!"
That... could be bad. Chestnut gestures for her to move where the lighting was a bit more amicable to diagnosis and takes a closer look. She wasn't quite sure what she was looking at though, this was a bit outside her domain. "Oh, I see... let me get a better look," she says, trying to buy time to think.
"...i-is it going to be alright?" Sarissa asked fearfully. If she had done permanent damage to that eye, it could hamper her ability to see and hit her targets. It might also create a blindspot on her left side that adversaries could take advantage of. The last thing she wanted was to fall behind the other soldiers because of a stupid mistake on her part.
Chestnut examines her eye as best she can visually before concluding that she could come to no conclusion. "Hold on a second..." she says as her horn flickers briefly. "It looks like you just burst a blood vessel, which will be fine. You shouldn't be having any trouble seeing out of it though."
"Just" burst a blood vessel? Something like that isn't a big deal? "Well, vision in that eye is blurry, and it still kind of stings. Not to mention that it hurts more if I look at bright light." Sarissa thought for a second, "I was pulling on one of the Strings of Fate that connected to that eye...but I pulled too hard and it snapped. That's when all of this started. Does that help you any with a diagnosis?"
"Hmm..." Chestnut vocalizes as she thinks and examines the eye magically. A blistered retina, that was not good. "It does look like you hurt yourself a bit more than is obvious." She pauses the body reading spell and thinks for a moment. "Don't worry though, I think we can get you fixed up in just a moment..."
Sarissa's pupils shrank, "...i-it's worse than you thought?" Though initially tense, Chestnut's second statement helps to relax her.
"Well, I mean there was a bit more you can't just see with your eyes," she says in response as she flips through a book. Aha, there's the spell she was after. "This should help though." Chestnut's horn flickers again with a pale gold, circled by green wisps of magic. As the spell completes, Sarissa feels the pain in her eye drain away to tolerable levels, and her blurry vision mostly corrects. She can actually make out Chestnut's expression with her bad eye now. "There, how's that?"
Rubbing her near-regenerated eye, the axe-pony sighs in relief, "Ah...that's a lot better. There isn't any pink tinge to my vision anymore, and I can see things pretty clearly now. Thank you." She blinked several times, noting the marked reduction in the stinging. "So...should I do anything to keep this eye protected until it completely heals? Or is it all better now?"
Chestnut thinks a moment and steps over to a nearby chest to fish out an eyepatch. "It should get better on its own, but this will help," she says, offering it to Sarissa with her magic. "If nothing else it'll help reduce the pain if you're out in the sun. Try to stay indoors as much as you can." Truthfully she wasn't sure how much better it would get, but she was feeling optimistic about it.
Accepting the item, the blonde unicorn placed the strap around her head. "Thanks again. I'll be more careful from now on." She begins to walk out of the office, "See you later, Chestnut." Sarissa was feeling a bit self-conscious walking around with an eyepatch on. What might the other ponies think? Well, whatever they thought, they'd best keep it to themselves if they knew what was good for them...
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Laying in her bed that night, Sarissa stared at the wall as she groaned in disappointment. How am I supposed to make my spell work if the force needed will snap the string and blow my eyes out? Charging her horn, she twirled a bit of the unkempt yellow mane that had fallen over her forehead with her magic. It was much akin to how a human woman might wrap a finger up in her long hair if she were bored. She singled one strand out and pulled at it a bit. If you were that string, how would I keep you in one piece? The unicorn then went back to messingly around aimlessly with her hair.
She paused as a thought crossed her mind. Grabbing a larger mass of her hair with her telekinesis, she realized that many hairs together are much stronger than a single hair. Could that really be it? If she were to spread the needed force through several of the Strings of Fate instead of just one, each individual string would only carry a fraction of the critical level of tension. Her heart skipped a beat at the revelation. As much as she wanted to experiment with that idea right now, Sarissa decided to wait until a later date when her eye was healed. If something were to go wrong yet again, the damaged eye could become permanently blind. Or worse. Rolling over, the copper mare sighed with a smile; at least now she could go to sleep with a sense of hope.
Post by: Maklak on May 25, 2012, 06:51:16 am
(( 24th Timber, 261: Kit gets wounded in the caverns. ))
Contrary to Indigo's suggestion there wasn't a temporary camp inside the caverns with one or two squads on permanent guard duty. Instead, both the soldiers and the masons were rotated in and out, the reason being that the caverns made ponies uneasy and they missed the sun. Also contrary to Indigo's suggestion, the reserves were assigned to guard the caverns, but since building a hoofhold there was his idea in the first place, he accepted. Not that he had a choice.
The reserves have just descended the stairs and are about to enter the airlock and replace Partisan's squad. Jaxler's ear twitches as he get near a junction. He hears a slight ruffling from one of the corridors, so he loads a bolt into his crossbow. The dark places of the world are home to most of this world's greatest abominations. Anything from a blinded dragon to a spider comprised of fire could be waiting for them. "Quiet… I heard something." The pegasus says softly.
Nopony is stupid enough to ask "Hear what?" they just stand still and listen. There seems to be somepony calling for help from the mines, so after only a moment's hesitation Indigo says "move", intensifies his light spell and they all run towards the sound.
The ponies run into a lone guard pegasus fighting a Draltha, with another one close by. Jaxler aims, while the three other ponies run in front of him and charge. He curses, and shoots the other monster instead. If falls dead after a few bolts to the head, so Jaxler charges the one everypony else is fighting, not wanting to accidentally shoot any other ponies. It is over before he can break the distance, though.
Indigo doesn't have time to think. Screaming “GUARDS! MONSTER ATTACKING!”, he leads a charge against the monster fighting the grey pegasus. She is wounded and fights for dear life with her crossbow. When the Draltha fighting Kit sees three new ponies, it faces the new threat. Using group tactics, they circle around it, with one pony defending, and two other flanking and hitting it. Axes prove a devastating weapon against unarmed opponents, even this large and the Draltha is quickly severely wounded. After that Indigo manages to cut off its head and the fight is over almost as quickly as it started.
Just after the fight, Indigo and Oil Macepony turn their light spells into a searchlights and quickly check the surrounding area for more monsters. They see and hear nothing, so they decide, it is clear and switch their light spells back into spheres. Indigo faces the wounded mare. “Kat? What are you doing here alone?”
“I.. heard a.. noise..” Kit whimpers, panting and gasping for air as she slumps onto the ground. Her hoof is smashed and she is heavily bruised everywhere as well. It was a miracle that the poor little pony didn't get smashed into a pulp by that Daltra. Her crossbow is too damaged to shoot.
Indigo takes a look at the gray pegasus. She is severely wounded in a hoof. “Jaxler, give me your flask.”
Jaxler shrugs and does as told. “Fine, but why exactly do you plan on doing with it?”
“We need to disinfect the wound.” Indigo turns to the mare and shoves the handle of his Axe into her mouth. “It will hurt, so bite this.” The militia captain takes Jaxler’s flask, sniffs it, and pours some of it on her wound, fine-tuning the flow with telekinesis. Kit just groans in pain. Indigo pulls some bandages out of his saddlebags and hastily puts them on her leg. When he is done, he begins “We need to get you to the hos...” then looks at the fallen Draltha, walks a few steps away and retches. As the adrenaline rush stops, he just stares at the corpse and shakes. His light spell collapses, but not that of Oil Macepony and the rest of ponies still have lamps.
Jaxler takes note of Indigo's weak stomach. How could such a green soldier be put in command of an entire unit? “Get a hold of yourself, stallion! You realise your acting worse now, then when the thing was still alive!” Jaxler glances at Kit, who is in obvious need of help. “Calm the buck down, and help move Kit to the hospital, and if you're too shaken up by a single kill, then I'll gladly take over!“
Indigo closes his eyes and does his best to vomit everything he can. He doesn't stop shaking.
“Fine... Zaeroth, you drag Indigo out of here. Me and Mace will help Kit.” It was disgraceful for Indigo to fall apart at the sight of blood. A warrior should be able to at least hold his lunch like a grown pony, not act like a horrified foal. “Can you walk Kit?”
Kit is in too much pain to talk. She just breathes, trying not to die, and shows Jaxler her smashed and bandaged hoof.
Jaxler sighs at her hoof and sighs once more, realizing that Kit is handling this better than Indigo. “If you can't walk I'll just have to carry you on my back. Macepony, follow behind me and make sure nothing jumps out and mauls us.”
As Jaxler, mindful of her wound, tries to lift Kit onto his back, he looks towards the corridor leading back to the mines and notices Lady Virtue standing there with a guard. She shakes out the worst of her shock and approaches the group. "What happened here?" she asks before noticing Kit's wounds. "Oh no, we've got to get her to Panacea..."
“Virtue, can you take Kit back? Indigo appears to be traumatized and I'm probably going to have to help drag his sorry ass out of here and I'd like to be able to scold him for breaking down.”
“Of course.” Virtue looks rather sick herself, but maintains her composure and takes Kit on her back.
Meanwhile Zaeroth approaches shaking Indigo. “Hey, you alright? It's over. Let's all get out of here.” Indigo just gives him a hollow-eyed look and says nothing. “Snap out of it!” That doesn't work either, so Zaeroth tries one final thing before carrying the unicorn out on his back. He slaps the traumatized pony.
That finally manages to catch Indigo's attention. He looks at Zaeroth with anger. After a moment he blinks, says “Thank you.” and looks around. He picks his axe and shield, but his telekinesis is unsteady and so are his legs. He looks at the others, shaking only slightly. “Oh buck this bucking horseshit!” He restores his light spell.
Everypony casts Indigo a glance. He seems to be better. “Wh... why are you here?” he addresses Virtue.
"I wanted to come down to have a look at how the wall was coming along." She frowns a bit. "Then... I heard the fighting."
“When you are done with Kit, please get a few ponies to move these things to the abattoir” says Indigo in slightly high pitched tone. He looks around. “The rest of us... let's continue.” He pulls his flask with telekinesis and takes a few sips to wash away the taste of vomit, then stands up and walks towards the wall. Everypony else picks up the scattered weapons, with Kit's crossbow being taken by Virtue's guard and they prepare to leave.
Still quivering slightly, Indigo goes with his squad to finally cover the entrance into the mines and the area where the wall is being built. Indigo mostly shakes his anxiety off after a few hours, or at least stops showing it and his body and spells no longer shake.
How could Indigo just fall apart like that? they were right in the middle of a danger zone, there was an injured pony, and Indigo just started to quiver like a baby. What if another monster had jumped out? They had no way of knowing for sure, if there were more of them hiding in the dark and they had a downed pony. The guy could have gotten killed, and guess who would be accountable? Jaxler was the only real soldier in the reserves, so how could Virtue put such a soft pony in charge of a unit? If he does this again, he might not be the only pony to get hurt or killed because of his actions. After a few hours of thinking, Jaxler decides to talk about it, taking note that it would be best not to have have the other reservist hear this conversation. “Indigo! I'd like to talk with you. In private.”
Indigo is watching and listening to the caverns, but Jaxler’s voice breaks him out of it. The unicorn looks at Zaeroth, Oil Macepony and the nearby masons. Everything seems to be in order. He knew Jaxler would want to mock him for his cowardice, but asking to talk in private is unusually thoughtful of him. “Fine.” says Indigo and they walk a short distance back towards the airlock, where they shouldn't be heard by the others.
“Okay then... why... the... buck... did you fall apart like a foal, when there could be more monsters waiting to carve your face off and Kit was laying on the ground unable to walk?” Jaxler's voice explodes. “THE HELL! You could have bucking died and GUESS WHO'S FAULT IT WOULD BE!”
Indigo winces, takes two steps back and quivers again, but less than he did right after the fight. “I don't know!” I might as well be honest with him “This was my first kill in combat. I looked at the severed head and lost it.” Indigo sighs.
“I know killing is horrible, but that doesn't give you the right to fall apart WHEN PONIES NEED YOU! I had to give bucking orders and carry Kit out while you were spilling your guts. Last I checked that was the Captain's job!”
“Know what? Fine, you proved yourself in crisis. I'll make you second in command and I don't care what Halberd and Partisan have to say about it during the next captain's meeting! Congratulations.” Indigo closes his eyes, takes a few breaths and calms down a bit. “Fauchard said, it would get easier, eventually. I know, I lost it and you don't have to yell at me. Now, unless you have something else to say, let's just go back to our posts.”
Jaxler calms down and gives Indigo a glance. “I have one more thing to say then. You handled your first kill better than I did.”
Indigo raises a brow at that, but decides not to ask. Was his first kill a pony? “The butcher's shop and the cleanup after the massacre helped, I think. Oh, and Jaxler.... thanks for handling this in private. If I ever get like this again, slap me. It worked this time.”
“You didn't even need to ask me” Jested Jaxler.
“Heh. Let's get back and see if anything else dangerous shows up.” says Indigo, no longer shaking and actually feeling much better. The two of them return to their posts at the wall. The rest of their shift is uneventful, and Indigo is at least able to perform his duties.
Post by: Maklak on May 25, 2012, 07:08:27 am
(( Not long after Kit was wounded by Draltha. ))
Less than a fortnight after their fight with Dralthas, the reserves were relieved from guarding the caverns by another squad. It was early night when they emerged on the surface. Indigo told everypony in his squad to take a day off, so Jaxler went to get drunk. The reserve captain decides to go check up on Kit at the hospital. After a short talk with Panacea, he approaches Kit's bed. “Hello, how is your leg?” What a stupid question.
Kit gives Indigo a smile, seeing that apparently the stallion has come to visit her. “Oh my leg's fine Indigo, but my hoof still hurts. Panacea said that It should heal soon enough though.” She answers with that cheerful smile on her face. Then begins to frown ever so slightly in concern “And.. how are you? feeling better?” She asks, wondering if he's fine after what happened in the caverns.
“Ah. That's good to know. I'm... fine.” he sighs, not really looking 'fine'. “Why... why are you so happy?” asks Indigo to change the subject.
“Because I'm still alive and I'm grateful for it.” Kit chirps in answer, still beaming her smile at him “Thank you for saving my life, Indigo. I might not even be here if it weren't for you.”
You remind me of Sekashi, only younger. Indigo's expression shifts a few times as a wave of emotions washes over him. Mostly regret and pain, but he settles for sadness. I just can't tell her that if it wasn't for me, there wouldn't be any rescue in the first place. “I... have an obligation to protect ponies in Dawnpick. Now, if you'll excuse me, I'm tired.” He says with as level voice as he can manage and turns to leave.
Kit feels something is wrong with him. She isn't sure what, but something just doesn't feel right. “Indigo?.. are you.. alright?” She asks with a concerned voice. Even though she's the pony who is on the hospital bed, she somehow knows that the poor unicorn is even more wounded than she is. And she wants to help.
Indigo stops, still facing away from her and closes his eyes. “I am alive and unharmed. So is the rest of my squad.”
“I don't think you're unharmed..” Kit says with a slight frown. “Indigo, If there's anything I can help at all... Just tell me, okay?” she offers, sincerely wanting to help back the pony who helped her.
Indigo turns back to her with a pained expression. “Just get well.” You owe me nothing.
Kit gives him a slight sad smile. “You too Indigo,” she says as if she were the one visiting a wounded pony in the hospital.
He nods and leaves, lacking for words. He goes about the next position on his to do list: getting himself a dinner. Not that he feels hungry.
I know that something is wrong with him.. I just know it, but.. what? He avoided answering my question about the cavern incident too... And... is this even the same pony Kat told me to watch out for? he just seems so... tired. Kit thinks as she watches the unicorn leave her and the hospital. She wonders, if she could do anything at all for him.
(( I might as well put it here: Finding wounded Kit prompted Indigo to get his squad to train first aid with Panacea and they carry around some basic healing supplies (alcohol, bandages, needle and thread, yarrow, mint and a few other herbs). ))
Post by: Maklak on May 25, 2012, 07:51:55 am
(( Early Moonstone 261, not long after Kit was wounded by a Draltha: Indigo finally gets into Amor’s bedroom. ))
Less than a fortnight after their fight with Dralthas, the reserves were relieved from guarding the caverns by another squad. The place made ponies uneasy, so frequent rotation both among the workers and soldiers was necessary.
It was early night when they emerged on the surface. Indigo told everypony in his squad to take a day off, so Jaxler went to get drunk. The reserve captain checked up on Kit at the hospital, went to the dining hall to get himself some dinner and carried it to his room. He cleaned himself by the well, ate his meal without feeling hungry, cleaned his armour and tried to sleep, but still felt uneasy after the fight. He didn't want to be alone, so he decided to go and see the one pony, who he could talk to, despite it being rather late for a visit.
With racing heart and a few other symptoms of anxiety, the unicorn gets out of his room, closes the door and walks towards Amor's place. He knocks. “Amor, I just got back from the mines. Please open.” he says in pleading tone.
By this point, Amor's cavern shift was over and she was awaiting the next one. In her room, she was brushing her curly mane in front of the apartment's green-glass door, using it as a mirror. Some other mares envied her copper locks, but would consider it a curse to keep them in order. Still, she did not desire to have a straight mane. The grass is always greener on the other side of the hill. The faint silhouette of a familiar unicorn appears behind the door, he knocks and appeals for the door to be opened. She drops the brush down to the door's side and after undoing the locks, opens the door. “Indigo, did the patrol go well?” She asks in a worried tone.
“I... well, nopony died. I... I need to see you. Please let me in.” says Indigo weakly.
The blue unicorn worries Amor again, but understandably so. Her mind races with thoughts. Did he trot into one of the abominations down there, the Green devourers or Jabberers maybe? Unlikely. Is he still distressed by the Draltha incident? So he is the pony who saved Kit. They had to just be there in the Dralthas’ path as the beasts foraged on the mushrooms. She then tilts her head and utters endearingly: “Indigo, what's wrong?”
I'm having some sort of panic attack. “I just... don't want to be alone now. Please.” says Indigo, looking at her with puppy dog eyes.
Letting him in and seeing the door shut, the mare's mind was making her regret it. Amor you foal, first time you let down your guard down and invited a stallion into your bedroom he wanted your life, not your love. “Indi…” Cut short by the surprise hug, Amor braces herself against the stallion. Why, do I let him do this? Could I tell him to stop? But I do enjoy it. She reflects, but stops when she notices the other unicorn’s quickened pulse. Calming down, she relaxes and returns the hug. She finds it painful, but hides her discomfort. “Alright, tell me everything.”
“Thank you.” Indigo gives her a hug, putting his head under her neck, more akin to a foal seeking comfort from its mother than to a stallion wooing a mare (which would be the other way around). “I... we were in the caverns. My squad was assigned to relieve Partisan's. When we were still in the mines, there was a scream, so we galloped to check it out. We run into some Dralthas in a part of the caverns, that should be safe. They are over twice as big and ten times heavier than ponies and pretty aggressive to boot. Jaxler shoot one dead, but another was already beating Kit down. She got lost and separated from her squad. There was no time to think, I yelled and charged at it and somehow killed it. Then we helped Kit with her wounds. But afterwards... I fell apart in front of my squad. I wasn't a burden when it counted, but couldn't handle the stress later. Zaeroth helped me pull myself together and somehow Virtue was there. She and her guard got Kit to the hospital and later told some ponies to move the Dralthas to the abattoir. Kit's hoof is broken, but it should heal. We continued our patrol, but... you were right. I could have died down there. And that's not even the worst part.” He shakes and gives a few sobs.
Amor was with one of the first mason groups to go down into the strange world of the caverns. Mostly to transport blocks, rations and tools to make the masons' camp. The task of barricading the caverns' chokeholds and openings from bottom to top was made dangerous by the forgotten beasts and other nasties that could come from the deep under-dark. Having an experienced militia-pony squad was different then having only the guard and reserve. She continues to listen to Indigo's remorse. I count him lost, who is lost to shame.
“The whole exploration and expansion into the caverns was my idea. Sure, it had to be approved by Virtue, Halberd and some other ponies, but I started it. And then Bardiche, Kit and even Stiletto got wounded because of it. There is no stopping it now. The operation has gone too far and well, we have a lot to gain from it, but... how many ponies are going to get maimed or die because of it? And even if we succeed, there is no guarantee that we won't miss some tunnel. All it takes is one hole in our defences. We weren't even able to secure the mines so far and Wool died because of it. Amor, I'm such a fool.”
The mare shushes him a bit and speaks quietly into his ear. “A fool thinks himself wise, but the wise stallion knows himself to be a fool. Indigo, your hoof was not the only one in the plan, others could have simply said no.” Amor turns her head towards the gate tower, then to the heavens and mentally in-wards. How cruel are the gods, even crueller fate and the foolish ponies that abide by that cruelty, why had I chose the latter? She thinks while listening to Indigo, as his warmth causes her stomach to churn.
“And you know the worst part? Kit thanked me for the rescue. She doesn't even know, she wouldn't be there if I kept my mouth shut. I don't know, if I can take it anymore. I don't want ponies to get hurt because of my stupid ideas.” Indigo lies down on her floor, still hugging her and begins to cry.
Huffing in her common manner, with her breath barely visible in the winter chill, the mare lets the stallion melt and lies down to provide support. The two lay there in the in the cool night, backing away, Amor could not sleep within the stallion's presence. She just lies there, pushing away all thoughts coming into her mind.
After a while Indigo stops crying, and simply falls asleep, still with his head under hers. His expression softens until he looks almost endearing. He unconsciously shifts into a more comfortable position a few times, but otherwise his sleep in untroubled. For the first time in days, he wakes up rested in the morning. At first he is confused, doesn't know where he is and feels something heavy lying on his neck. He stirs, sees Amor next to him and the memory of what happened last night returns to him in an instant.
Amor's night was spent in meditation until Indigo's stirring broke her trance. “Morning Indigo… Did you sleep well? I'm sorry if you got cold.” Maybe I should get a rug or something. She gets up and stretches her stiff legs to restore the circulation.
Indigo stands up from the cold floor and works on his own legs. Amor was warm, but her stone floor was chilly, even through his robe and fur. “Thank you. I did. You... helped me. But I really shouldn't be abusing your hospitality like that. I'm sorry for it. Maybe you have a point that I'm a burden, but I'll try to just pull myself together and endure next time.” He looks at her bed, with sheets still straight and remembers, how he woke up. “You didn't sleep on your bed?”
Shaking her head sluggishly, Amor voices her resolve. “I couldn't let a friend sleep alone on the cold floor. Also… being a burden unto me is not a problem, it is others that you must be strong for.” She staggers to her brush beside the door, then stands in front of her clear glass window and huffs in disappointment, that it lacks much of the mare's reflection, her old green glass window once had. Amor lays the brush on her bed and turns towards Indigo.
“I feel better now. Thank you again. I have a day off now, is there anything you would like from me? I can bring you food if you want.” says Indigo.
Placing her left fore-hoof under her snout in thought, she ponders his question. “Breakfast sounds nice. Let me wash up and I'll meet you in the dining hall, if that is alright with you?” She says as she gathers her mason's smock and other work accessories.
“Yes, but I can bring you the food here, if you want. I really owe you for last night.” answers Indigo, oblivious to the fact that she didn't sleep at all.
“Thank you Indigo, but today I prefer to eat in the dining hall… and think nothing of it. ” She moves to the door and opens it for them. The two ponies go their different ways and met up in the dining hall, where they eat and talk as usual.
Indigo didn't do much that day. He walked around the camp, noticing what changed in his absence, went to Lady Virtue and Halberd to present his reports, cleaned his room, did his laundry and laid in the sun, relaxing and thinking, how to repay Amor. She helped him and he felt as if she lifted an enormous weight from his back. Sure, he still had some burdens, but could deal with them.
Amor went to the mason workshops and laboured on making stone blocks throughout much of the day, feeling sleepy and yawning occasionally. Nopony noticed, that she had no sleep the previous night. After work and dinner, the mare was happy that Indigo felt better, but feared what the future held for Dawnpick. She went to sleep early and had nightmares of cravens.
(( NOTE: Somepony seeing Indigo leaving Amor's room in the morning could possibly start some rumours about them being lovers. But given the fact that the two were seen together for years and the laxity of Dawnpick, nothing interesting would come out of such rumours, maybe apart from a few mares thinking that Amor is desperate. ))
(( NOTE: Looks like Indigo acted as a 'reverse psychic vampire', dumping his emotional trash on another pony. She really is too good for him. I also find it funny, that her work schedule for the day after he deprived her of sleep was “work until too tired to go on”, while his was “buck around”. Isn't that cute? ))
(( NOTE: Amor is a step closer to bonding Indigo. ))
Post by: Maklak on May 25, 2012, 08:11:21 am
(( Late Moonstone 260 ))
(( I'm rather fuzzy on the date. It could be something else, but this is soon after Indigo and Amor talked about him wearing armour to work, and Fauchard has been for over a year in the fort, so it works. I also don't think, this date would invalidate any other scenes. ))
After work, Indigo goes to see one pony, who might be able to offer him some advice. He knocks on his door. "Fauchard, can I come in?"
Fauchard opens the door. The old stallion is currently home alone. His axe is laying on the table. It appears that he was in the middle of polishing her. "Certainly Indigo. Come inside." he says, with a welcoming tone, it wasn't that unusual for the unicorn to pay him a visit. Fauchard simply assumed that Indigo wanted to return the last book he borrowed and maybe take a new one with him.
Indigo comes in and closes the door. "I want to ask you for advice. You may know a solution to a problem I have. But first, I want this conversation to stay between us, alright?"
Fauchard, retaking his seat at his table, returns to the work he has been interrupted from. "Certainly Indigo. I told Lady Virtue that my mind and knowledge, such as it is, was at the disposal of her and all of Dawnpick. But that doesn't mean I can't keep a few secrets. Now tell me what problem do you need help with?"
Indigo comes closer and says in hushed voice. "I want to quit the military, but I want to minimize any bad fallout from that."
Fauchard puts his axe back down on the table, ignoring her for now. "And why would you want to quit the military now? You've led the reserves since before I even arrived here."
"Firstly I'm fed up with it and have been for quite a while." Since the beginning of my squad. "Secondly... a mare wants me to quit."
Fauchard, clearly unhappy with Indigo's reason, begins "A mare wanting you to quit is not a good enough reason Indigo. Do you think my wife liked that I was a soldier? Of course she didn't, but I did my duty for the gods and for my country all the same. But if you really want to quit. Just quit."
"I thought about it, but soldiers are needed now. If I just quit, I'll be called a coward and my reputation will plummet. Well, I could do something stupid, be disciplinary removed from the military and forbidden from carrying weapons, but that's even worse. So, is there a third option?"
Fauchard shakes his head, "Well lets be clear here Indigo. Is it leading the reserves you are tired of, or the whole package?"
Indigo sighs. "Everything. Training and paperwork aren't bad, but... some other things are."
Fauchard sighs, "The only way to get out of this, with your perceived honour intact, would be an injury that makes you unqualified to fight. You would still be a coward in the eyes of the gods...but the other ponies of the town would not know the truth. So either admit to cowardice or be a liar and 'accidentally' crush a hoof at your masonry job. Your call."
Indigo winces. "I'm not that desperate. I just know, you somehow quit and still seem to be in high regard, or may know some loopholes from years of service, so I asked."
Fachard sighs. "I quit the military because my daughter was murdered, my son imprisoned, and my wife committed suicide within a short few days. I was in no fit mental state fit to be in command of anypony, so I requested to be honourably discharged and my superiors did so."
Indigo is quite taken aback by that. "Oh... I had no idea."
Fauchard sighs, "And now I suppose you do. But do not worry, that was a long, long time ago."
Indigo sighs "Well then, I guess, I'm stuck up with being in the military for now and should just learn whatever I can to maximize my chances. Maybe I won't die or get wounded anytime soon and won't have to kill a pony. You have quite a lower opinion of me now, don't you?"
Fauchard refocuses on his weapon, again working to polish her until she shines, "Not all stallions are cut out to be soldiers, Indigo." is the only answer he will offer to Indigo's question.
"That's a good thing, really. I'm much better suited to making things than to killing and I prefer it that way." says Indigo, sighs and gives a small smile. The two briefly talk of other things, before Indigo bids Fauchard farewell and takes his leave.
Post by: jaxler on May 25, 2012, 05:25:32 pm
Jaxler was laying in bed, hiding under his covers. The room was as horrible as always, but over the last couple months it had started to lose some of it's fearfulness. Still, the wall wasn't the only thing making him mad. The dumb ass in the cell next to him was problem enough, and all poor Jaxler wanted was for him to just shut up, which he did. Apparently after about a second of conversion Moral was now going to try to create the world record for not making a sound. So, now Jaxler could enjoy his incarceration with limited annoyance. Well, that is of course until now. There seemed to be somepony walking down the steps of the jail, but Jaxler just continued to cower in his bed.
Post by: L1wW on May 25, 2012, 05:34:15 pm
Granite walked down the steps of the jail. He approached Jaxler's cell and said, "H-h-hey Jaxler... y-you got a moment?" Granite said, his voice shaky.
Post by: jaxler on May 25, 2012, 05:37:07 pm
Jaxler got out of bed immediately and walked over to the cell's bars. Last he checked, Granite was going to talk with Friesden, and judging by his voice, this probably wasn't going to be good. "G-Granite, are you okay?"
Post by: L1wW on May 25, 2012, 05:39:00 pm
"N-no. She... she left me..." Granite says, tears forming. "I... she... she's gone..."
Post by: jaxler on May 25, 2012, 05:44:00 pm
In the time Granite had been in the hospital, Friesden had left him. If Granite hadn't taken that bolt they could still be together. It was all Jaxler's fault. Jaxler didn't know what to do, Granite was crying because of him. Maybe he could at least try to make him feel better. "Do you um... Uh, need a hug?" Jaxler hadn't the slightest clue what to do.
Post by: L1wW on May 25, 2012, 05:46:36 pm
"N-no..." Granite momentarily stops crying. "H-how the hell would you hug me through the jail cell?" He asks.
Post by: jaxler on May 25, 2012, 05:48:41 pm
"I-I could put my forelegs though the bars and squeeze you..." Jaxler really hadn't the slightest clue what to do.
Post by: L1wW on May 25, 2012, 05:51:39 pm
"T-that probably wouldn't work..." Granite says. "W-why did she leave me? She was angry that I hadn't seen her... even when I was in the hospital! She kept saying it was my fault!"
Post by: jaxler on May 25, 2012, 05:58:59 pm
"I... I don't think it was y-your fault. She should have seen you, not the other way around... and if this is anypony's fault it's m-mine not yours."
Post by: L1wW on May 25, 2012, 06:00:32 pm
"J-Jaxler how is it your fault?!" Granite says. "I-it's only my fault. I got shot and then got dumped... I'm... so inferior..."
Post by: jaxler on May 25, 2012, 06:10:13 pm
"If I hadn't been getting arresting, or resisting arrest you'd have your kidney, half your life back, and Friesden. It's my fault, and don't you dare call yourself inferior. I hate it when ponies lie. Your the best bucking pony I have ever met in my life and I'd be dead right now if you weren't here."
Post by: L1wW on May 25, 2012, 06:12:00 pm
"J-j-Jaxler..." Granite says. He looks down at his hooves, contemplating everything. "What should I do now?" Granite asks.
Post by: jaxler on May 25, 2012, 06:23:10 pm
"take note of today's events and move on, never look back, and treat this as a lesson."
Post by: L1wW on May 25, 2012, 06:30:22 pm
"So what's today's tale? Never help others and think only of yourself and a selfish filly?!" Granite says, slightly angered by the day.
Post by: jaxler on May 25, 2012, 06:38:38 pm
"the lesson is that: life is a bitch that will slap you in the face when your already down, and that the best thing you can do is get up."
Post by: L1wW on May 25, 2012, 06:42:29 pm
"Really? That sucks..." Granite says. "Is there anything better I could do? Also... is there any hope of getting Friesden back?"
Post by: jaxler on May 25, 2012, 06:47:51 pm
"You could look for somepony else, and I think there probably isn't much chance of you getting her back. Still though, it's best you move on and try to find another mare."
Post by: L1wW on May 25, 2012, 06:49:32 pm
Granite sighs. There was only one mare he wanted, and that was Friesden. Pushing thoughts of redemption aside, Granite asks, "So how much longer are you going to be coped up in here?"
Post by: jaxler on May 25, 2012, 06:51:32 pm
"long enough"
Post by: L1wW on May 25, 2012, 06:53:37 pm
"Long enough?" Granite repeats. "What the hell does that even mean? How many more months are you going to be stuck in jail for? I want my best friend and mentor back..."
Post by: jaxler on May 25, 2012, 06:55:11 pm
"I can't keep track of time down here, all I know is that I got 9 months for this whole shebang."
Post by: L1wW on May 25, 2012, 06:56:05 pm
"Great..." Granite says with heavy sarcasm. "What are you going to do when you get out?"
Post by: jaxler on May 25, 2012, 07:00:36 pm
"Do everything in my power to get my crossbow back."
Post by: L1wW on May 25, 2012, 07:02:21 pm
"You love that crossbow way too much... but if I have any free time when you get out, I'll help you there I guess." Granite says.
Post by: jaxler on May 25, 2012, 07:08:52 pm
"I'd like your help... wait what? No I don't 'love' my crossbow too much. I owe it a debt."
Post by: L1wW on May 25, 2012, 07:10:14 pm
"Sure Jaxler, whatever you say... I mean you already sleep with the damn thing..." Granite laughs slightly. "What would you need me to do?"
Post by: jaxler on May 25, 2012, 07:12:11 pm
"I figured I'd talk with virtue and have you Flux come in and back me up, seeing how both of you would be dead if I hadn't had the Crossbow with me at all times."
Post by: L1wW on May 25, 2012, 07:21:14 pm
"That's easy enough, but would Virtue's voice really persuade Jury?" Granite contemplates. "Doesn't matter." He thinks for a few moments, remembering his life in Dawnpick. Then remembering her. Granite looks off to the entrance to the prison. "Why the hell does she have to go...?" Granite says, on the verge of tears. "W-why... is there somepony better? D-did I do something wrong?" Granite asks to no pony in particular.
Post by: jaxler on May 25, 2012, 07:27:21 pm
Jaxler sighs... and takes a moment to contemplate his next actions. He then put his legs through the bars and squeezed Granite before he had enough time to react. "I don't like to see my son pick himself apart."
Post by: L1wW on May 25, 2012, 07:34:01 pm
"S-son?" Granite says. "Did you j-just call me s-son?" Granite looks up at Jaxler.
Post by: jaxler on May 25, 2012, 07:36:54 pm
"yes" Jaxler really, really, hadn't the slightest clue what he was doing, but still kept his hug going.
Post by: L1wW on May 25, 2012, 07:38:14 pm
"I-it'd be an honor if you were my father..." Granite says. He leans into Jaxler's hug.
Post by: jaxler on May 25, 2012, 07:40:06 pm
"W-well it would be nice if you would think of me that way."
Post by: L1wW on May 25, 2012, 07:46:54 pm
"I viewed you as a father figure when I was younger, you did a lot for me back then. You even helped me when I needed it..." Granite says. "Why did you take pity on me and protect me when I was a foal? Why do you still share your wisdom with me?"
Post by: jaxler on May 25, 2012, 07:53:03 pm
"you were the only pony to even treat me like a good pony in what seemed to be an eternity. For a while you were my only friend and I honestly needed you and still do and you needed me, and still do... I've always seen you as a son. sense the day I shared a keg of moonshine with you to the day you smacked my head in with a rock."
Post by: L1wW on May 25, 2012, 07:54:55 pm
"Heh, I remember both of those. Didn't I complain to you about my father when Brownie Bits was born?" Granite asked. "And I swear the rock was the best I could do at such short notice, I just wanted to knock you out..."
Post by: jaxler on May 25, 2012, 07:57:55 pm
"Well, you did a good job, seeing how I'm not dead..." Jaxler then sighed for the millionth time in his life. "Would you be willing to be my son?"
Post by: L1wW on May 25, 2012, 08:07:32 pm
"I would be your son, but what about Glaze and Cleaver, they brought me into this world and did raise me for a time..." Granite says. "I was a bad son to them. I acted too selfishly and independently so early on, that they were at some points total strangers to me. I... I sometimes thought that I never knew them, despite the fact that they brought me into Dawnpick... and... Glaze tried her hardest to protect me from the snatcher, she tried to intervene but got pushed back... then the snatcher grabbed me and ran. You know the rest. I... I just think that I owe them for at least protecting me and feeding and caring for me..."
Post by: jaxler on May 25, 2012, 08:10:16 pm
"Well, you could have more then one father..."
Post by: L1wW on May 25, 2012, 08:14:29 pm
"Jaxler, I... are you sure you want a bad son such as myself? I did an awful job for my real parents..." Granite says, looking towards the ground.
Post by: jaxler on May 25, 2012, 08:21:31 pm
"Yes, I'm sure."
Post by: L1wW on May 25, 2012, 08:23:23 pm
"Yes, I'd be honored to be your son, Jaxler."
Post by: jaxler on May 25, 2012, 08:25:01 pm
"Thank you... Thank you very much."
Post by: L1wW on May 25, 2012, 08:30:01 pm
"You're welcome... father." Granite says. "Thank you for raising me as a foal, it was probably a big effort with Cleaver and Flux as well... I hope I won't fail you."
Post by: jaxler on May 25, 2012, 08:37:13 pm
"You could never fail me."
Post by: L1wW on May 25, 2012, 08:40:16 pm
"Why do I not doubt that?" Granite says. "Not that I think less of you, just that I question or doubt lot's of different things..."
Post by: jaxler on May 25, 2012, 08:48:09 pm
"You don't doubt it because you could never screw up as bad as I have... Granite, could you do me a favor?"
Post by: L1wW on May 25, 2012, 08:56:30 pm
"What is it?" Granite asks.
Post by: jaxler on May 25, 2012, 09:02:35 pm
"I don't want to be left down here with that alicorn in the cell next to me, could you stay down here for the night, please."
(http://i198.photobucket.com/albums/aa176/Kryptid/Moral.png)
"YAYA, we gets to has a sleep over!" said Moral cheerfully. "Oh sorry Jaxxy, I didn't make the world record..."
Post by: L1wW on May 25, 2012, 09:04:16 pm
"Sure... I'll stay..." Granite says. He drops his voice to a whisper. "Who the hell is the alicorn?"
Post by: jaxler on May 25, 2012, 09:08:25 pm
"Me being Moral! I is grand master pyromancer annd um... who was I..." Moral then looked inside his hat. "OH! I got it! I'm Moral decay grand master pyromancer, the bringer of doom and shadow of death and ash AND... what was I doing... Oh yeah this will be fun sleep over!"
Post by: L1wW on May 25, 2012, 09:15:22 pm
"Huh, a grand master pyromancer stuck in a small cell..." Granite says. "Anyway Jaxler, where the hell am I going to sleep?"
Post by: jaxler on May 25, 2012, 09:16:58 pm
"Well, you could sleep outside the cell... if you don't want to, it's fine."
Post by: L1wW on May 25, 2012, 09:18:10 pm
"Eh, I've got nothing better to do... but you get to sleep in a comfy bed while I tough it out on this cold floor..."
Post by: jaxler on May 25, 2012, 09:21:52 pm
"Well, I could sleep on the ground next to the bars if you'd prefer."
Post by: L1wW on May 25, 2012, 09:23:47 pm
"Deal. Got any blankets?"
Post by: jaxler on May 25, 2012, 09:36:17 pm
"I have a few on my bed back there, I could give some blankets through the bars."
Post by: L1wW on May 25, 2012, 09:37:07 pm
"That'll do." Granite says. "Er... what if a guard sees us?"
Post by: jaxler on May 25, 2012, 09:43:48 pm
"Saber honestly won't give a shit. Powder came in here with some booze and he was just like 'meh' so I doubt we'll have any trouble."
Post by: L1wW on May 25, 2012, 09:45:00 pm
"Alright then." Granite says. He leans against the bars and positions himself into an oddly comfortable position.
Post by: jaxler on May 25, 2012, 09:46:03 pm
"Just tell me when you want to got to sleep and I'll grab those covers, son."
Post by: L1wW on May 25, 2012, 09:48:10 pm
"Can you give them to me now, father?"
Post by: jaxler on May 25, 2012, 09:51:04 pm
"Sure" Jaxler then turned around and noticed the walls again. How he could actually have forgotten they were there was beyond him, but he still forced his way through and grabbed the sheets and walked back, only mildly shaking. "S-so here you go."
Post by: L1wW on May 25, 2012, 09:52:12 pm
"Thanks... are you okay?" Granite asks.
Post by: jaxler on May 25, 2012, 09:53:16 pm
"I get kinda claustrophobic when I'm trapped somewhere, and I really can't handle things without my crossbow."
Post by: L1wW on May 25, 2012, 09:54:46 pm
"It's okay Jaxler... you'll be out of the cell soon and before you know it you'll have your crossbow back..." Granite says.
Post by: jaxler on May 25, 2012, 09:56:03 pm
"I-I hope so..."
Post by: L1wW on May 25, 2012, 09:56:52 pm
"Jaxler." Granite says. He reaches a leg through the bar and pats him on the back.
Post by: jaxler on May 25, 2012, 09:57:26 pm
"thank you..."
Post by: L1wW on May 25, 2012, 09:59:11 pm
"No problem..." Granite says. He brings his hoof back and brings the blanket over himself. "I'm probably going to fall asleep soon, got a big day tomorrow, you know? "
Post by: jaxler on May 25, 2012, 10:00:55 pm
"W-why is that?"
Post by: L1wW on May 25, 2012, 10:05:41 pm
"Well I'm going to have to deal with loosing the love of my life tomorrow and I want to be fully awake and active for it."
Post by: jaxler on May 25, 2012, 10:08:11 pm
"W-Well, I wish I could help more then I can right now."
Post by: L1wW on May 25, 2012, 10:10:17 pm
"It's fine. I feel as though this is something only I can deal with... tomorrow is going to suck..." Granite says.
Post by: jaxler on May 25, 2012, 10:13:32 pm
"You don't have to though, you have me and Flux to help you with this."
Post by: L1wW on May 25, 2012, 10:17:10 pm
"I guess..." Granite says. "So if you're my father, then Flux has to be the uncle."
Post by: jaxler on May 25, 2012, 10:19:22 pm
"W-well I doubt he's you mother."
Post by: L1wW on May 25, 2012, 10:23:25 pm
"Heh, are you sure?" Granite laughs. "I'm going to try to drift off to sleep now... in the damp, dark prison. Out in the open hallway..."
Post by: jaxler on May 25, 2012, 10:29:06 pm
"Night then." Jaxler then tired to fall asleep leaning on the bars.
Post by: L1wW on May 25, 2012, 10:29:54 pm
"Night Jaxler." Granite says. He leans more closer to the bar and drifts off to sleep.
Post by: jaxler on May 26, 2012, 12:40:35 am
(http://i1135.photobucket.com/albums/m638/bradshja/JaxlerAvatar-1.jpg) and Marilee
Marilee descends into the jail once more, carrying quite a bit more than usual.
“Jaxler? I brought something for you.”
Jaxler was sitting in the corner of his cell, like usual, when he heard Marilee come down. “H-hello Marilee, what exactly did you b-bring.” The stallion’s time down in the dark moldy cell seemed to be somehow more bearable whenever Marilee came to visit.
As she came to the cell door, Jaxler could see that she carried two extra buckets of water slung across her back, in addition to the usual clutched in her teeth.She sets it down and kneels, sliding the other two off her back before answering. “W-Well, I figured that it couldn’t be comfortable to go so long without a bath, so... that is, i-if you don’t mind...”
Jaxler sighed, then opened his eyes and took a look at his fur, which looked absolutely horrible. “Um... I d-don’t mind.” The pony then got up and trotted over to the far end of the cell, trying his best to ignore the walls. “how e-exactly am I s-supposed to do this, though?”
“Well...” Marilee produced a small cloth and a bar of soap from under her wing, “I don’t think they’ll let me just give you these, so... maybe if you came and stood over by me, I could do it for you?”
Jaxler sighed heavily, and got as close to Marilee as the bars would allow him. “f-fine...”
Marilee wets the rag thoroughly and lathers it up, before reaching through the bars and beginning to work on Jaxler’s mane. “So, I see they brought you a bed. Is it helping you sleep any better?”
“I-it’s been helpful and I’ve been sleeping better, though that’s probably because I’m s-starting to get desensitized to the whole claustrophobia thing.” The walls of the cell were still horrible, but they weren’t nearly as demonic as when he first got dumped in there.
Marilee smiles as she begins to scrub Jaxler’s neck and back. “I’m glad to hear that. Maybe by the time you get out of here, it won’t bother you at all”
Jaxler shrugged, maybe could get over his claustrophobia. “Maybe, b-but anyways, how have you been?”
“I’ve been very well, thank you. We got a letter from my sisters today. They were very happy to hear we were okay. And they’re sending some ponies to Dawnpick, to help with the defense.”
“That’s n-nice. Dawnpick could always use more troops, and it must be good to see your family again. What are they like, your sisters that is?”
Marilee gently lifts one of Jaxler’s wings and begins to gently clean each feather. “Oh, you’d like them.” She blushes, “And, well... they’d like you. They’re both very friendly. They’re also very interested in learning how to run the family business, and sometimes they even get to take over when mum and dad are away on business.”
“They must be nice, It might be p-pleasant if I ever get to meet them” Jaxler then gave a deep sigh “It must be nice having a family.”
“Yes, it is...” she finishes one wing, and moves on to the other. “You must have had a family once. Do you remember them at all?”
“I do remember them, but not w-well. I was only t-two when I lost them... but at least I got to live with my Grandfather, which wasn’t all bad, and I think I got my cutie mark because of the event to...”
“Could you... tell me about him? I-I can understand if you wouldn’t want to...”
“My... my Grandfather was probably the reason w-why I actually have some good in me. He was a great guy, but he couldn’t support us. He had lost his wings and use of his hind legs in the a-alicorn/pegasus wars. Foal l-labor was illegal and the orphanages were comparable to an animal shelter. So, I had to drop the whole ‘being a foal’ thing and d-do what I had to keep me and him alive. I don’t think there was a day my grandfather didn’t blame himself.”
Marilee finishes Jaxler’s wings, moving down to lather up each of his forelegs. “It always hurts when we can’t help the ones we love...”
“Yeah, but I h-hate that he felt the way he did. It wasn’t like any of it was his fault, and he brought his guilt to the g-grave. I honestly wish I c-could have helped him more.”
“You did everything you could, and that’s what’s important.”
“Yeah... but still, I wish I could have w-walked out of what was left of my hometown with more than a scar and my c-crossbow...”
“You have your memories of him.” she answers, taking one of Jaxler’s forehooves in her own.
Jaxler started to smile. “I spose’ I do.”
Marilee smiles back, before releasing his hoof and continuing. “So, what else... you said you had a few friends here in Dawnpick. Could you tell me about them?”
“Well, t-there’s Flux, who is probably one the nicest ponies I’ve ever met. Then there is Granite, he can be difficult at times but he r-really about as kind as Flux. Amor is pretty fun to be around. Then there is Midnight, and Silver Tongue, who are also nice, but I d-don’t know them nearly as well as the others.”
“I’ve heard of Flux before, and I think I’ve seen him around a few times. He’s always around that big, tall pink mare?”
“Yeah, the mare.. a-anyway, Me and Flux have been the best of friends ever since I s-saved him from a cave ogre and a flock of giant cave swallows.”
“Wow... that was very brave of you... could you roll over? I need to get your belly.”
Jaxler sighed and did as he was asked,“Yeah, I almost died when I saved him, I ended up with a cut lung, broken wing, 3 ribs and both my forelegs were b-broken as well.”
“Oh!” Marilee takes her hooves off Jaxler’s belly. “Umm... I-It doesn’t still hurt, does it? A-Am I hurting you right now?”
“Um, no... It’s b-been years since then, but thanks for being considerate.”
“You’re welcome.” She relaxes, and continues scrubbing. “Tell me about Granite, please. I don’t think I’ve met him before.”
“Well, He’s a nice guy. He’s probably one of the best ponies I’ve ever met. I’ve known Granite sense he was only a foal, it seemed whenever he needed help he’d come to me. It was almost like I did more for him then his own father.”
“is he... not on good terms with his father?”
“I wouldn’t know, but it seems he just doesn’t care much for the guy, but that’s probably because his father more or less ignored him or couldn’t give him enough attention with all the little foals he had.”
“Still... even when I was born, mum and dad still managed to find time for all of their foals.”
“Well, I guess someponies must not have had his priorities organized.”
“Yeah... he was very lucky to have you around. Ponies who grow up with nopony to guide them...”
“Yeah, I honestly couldn’t see how somepony could let there foal be ignored, it just seems amoral.”
“Do...” Marilee appears to be deep in thought. “...Do you wish he was your son?”
Jaxler sighed and appeared to be in deep thought as well, “Well, yes...”
“Have you told him so?”
“I, don’t believe I have.”
“I, well...” Marilee blushes, grinning sheepishly. “I think you should tell him. I think he needs to hear how much you care about him.”
“He probably deserves it, though I really don’t know how or when I’d tell him.” Marilee looked kinda cute just then.
“Just say it like that. Tell him you really care about him, and you wish he could’ve been your son. When, well... i-if you told me where to find him, I could ask him to come visit you.”
“No, it’s fine. He comes down and checks up on me every so often, so I can just tell him then.”
“Okay then.” Marilee smiles, and returns to her work. “Oh, and you can stand back up now.”
Jaxler rolled over and got back up. “So, I heard something about a family business, what exactly does your family do?”
“Well, we’re a trading and shipping company. Our caravans buy goods in one town, and sell them in another for a profit. It’s pretty simple,actually.”
“That must be neat. I guess you guys must travel around a lot... speaking of which how long are you planning on staying here in Dawnpick?”
“Until dad decides it’s safe enough to travel, and is sure that Dawnpick will be safe from the Shadowglaze’s thugs. Which might be a while.”
“Well, I’d hate to see this conflict drag on, but I’d hate seeing you leave.”
At this, Marilee blushed even harder, bright pink showing through her deep red fur. “A-And I’d hate to g-go... I’d at least like to stay u-until you get out.”
“Well, I’d like that too... I’m not sure if I’ve told you this but thank you coming down here everyday and just being kind, .”
“You’re very welcome, Jaxler. I really enjoy spending time with you down here.”
“I do to, oddly enough” somehow spending time down here wasn’t nearly as bad when Marilee was around.
Marilee smiled at him, and dropped the now-sodden cloth into the bucket, taking a dry towel from her back and beginning to pat Jaxler’s coat and mane dry.
“So, where are you going to go after you leave Dawnpick?”
“We’ll continue on our journey to Glitterglen, I suppose. It’s not like we can just turn back.”
“Have you been to glitterglen before, if so what’s it like?”
Marilee finished drying Jaxler’s hide, and proceeded to brush his mane into a more respectable position. “No, I haven’t. We’re going there because... well... because of my brother, Starkey.”
“Really, what’s he like?”
Marilee smiled warmly, and appeared to be lost in thought for a moment. “He’s... the most wonderful brother I ever could have asked for. We always did everything together, since before I could even walk. He’s...”
“He’s what?”
“Well, he left home quite a few years ago. I wanted to go with him, but mum and dad wanted me to go to school. He became a city guard in the capital of some foreign country. Then... something happened. He did something, and got banished to a penal colony deep in the jungle. He ended up becoming the captain of the militia there, and fell in love with a nice mare. He would always write to us about her, about Glitterglen... but a few months ago, the letters stopped coming.”
“Well, He seems like a good stallion, and I’m sure he’s fine.”
“B-But... I’m not. And not knowing for sure... it’s just killing me. I have to know for sure.”
“Then you should, and you will. All I can say is that he’s fine.”
Marilee sighed heavily. “I hope you’re right. I really do.” As she said this, she stepped back from the cell door and looked Jaxler over. “Well, all done. You...” the blush returned hotter than ever before. “...you look very handsome.”
“Oh really? What makes you say that?”
“W-Well... now that you’re all cleaned up, I mean.”
“Well, I guess I am pretty stunning.”
“S-So... it’s about time for me to go. was there anything you wanted me to bring tomorrow?”
“Just some water and some food would be nice.”
“Okay then. Goodnight, Jaxler.” With that, Marilee gathered her cleaning supplies and headed for the stairwell.
“Night Marilee.” Jaxler then walked back over to his bed.
Post by: jaxler on May 26, 2012, 12:45:17 am
Balisong makes her way toward the dungeons. When she opens the hatch down to the basement of the keep she hesitates, it’s dark and grimy down those stairs, and she was really comfortable going down there, but she pressed on anyway. Not being adept enough to light her own way the way her father did, she uses mundane methods to light a small candle which she carries by the candle holder in her mouth. Her dad had told her that Master Moral was not a well pony. That he was crazy. But Balisong wasn’t entirely convinced, she needed to talk to him herself again to know for sure.
Moral was sitting in his cell, with a smile on his face. All he was doing was playing the quiet game with Jaxler who was very good at the game, which was keeping him very interested. staying in jail was so fun. All he got to do all day was sit down and do nothing, it was like an endless break. the only downside was that he couldn’t use magic, but still when you're having this much fun who needs it and to make things even better a good friend of his was coming down right now.
Jaxler was laying in his bed, trying to fall asleep. The annoying giant alicorn who had moved in just wouldn’t shut up. The last thing the pony needed was an alicorn to be near him. though at least he was able to get the numb skulled pony to play the “quiet game” for the last 5 hours.
As the tiny filly made her way quietly and nervously down the dungeon hall, naught but a candle and the faint light let in from the tiny opening to the surface to light her way. Her horn lights up slowly and deliberately with a cerulean glow that matched her bright wings, as the candle began to float next to her, also wrapped in the same soft illumination. “Hello?...Master Moral? Are you down here?” she asked timidly.
Moral was happy to see his little friend, and she had even brought a nice little candle, which he fixated on. “Oh, yes dear Balisong. Also, it’s grand master.” Moral had some regret for forfeiting his chance at claiming the title of quiet game champion, but speaking with a friend was worth it.
Having located the Grand Master’s cell Balisong places the lit candle on the ground and takes a seat in front of the bars. “Um, Sorry, Grand Master Moral...Um, so, how are you doing?” she asks though one look around told her that he could not be doing well, locked up in this hole.
Moral thought for a moment. “Well, I don’t believe I have been in a worse hole then this moldy cell, but I digress, I could probably be in an improved situation.” Moral then scratched his head, while being mindful of his nice hat. “I must say, the only part of being in here that I find particularly dreadful is those wards that inhibit me from practicing my magic.”
Balisong nods, then looks pensive, “I, um, I wanted to say that I was sorry. I shouldn’t have told you stand up to miss Jury, if I had not done that...you wouldn’t be in here.”
Moral sighed. “Well, please, Jury had it coming. She insulted my so blatantly and assumed it was justified.” Moral then gave a creepy/happy smile while still staring at the flame.
Balisong nods, “Well, she might have deserved something, but...but you still shouldn’t have used your magic like that....Daddy says that ponies with magic have an ob..obli...are supposed to use their magic to help ponies. Scaring her was mean.”
Moral kept his eyes on the flame. “She was going about being prideful, are you going to implying that scaring her and thus humbling her was not being assistive? Also, do you comprehend the nature of pyromancy?”
Balisong looks slightly confused, “What do you mean...the nature of pyromancy? Isn’t it just making and shaping fire?” she asks simply.
“No. It’s not just making and shaping fires. Pyromancy is taking threads of this existence and twisting, tangling, stretching and bastardizing them so that the only way the world can correct itself is to purge the object you’ve corrupted in a fire. Its destruction, refined into an art.”
“I...I see, but...do you really think that scaring her like that, even if she was being mean, was the right way to do that? Do you really think she will change, now?”
“She’ll think twice before crossing me, and she inquired what I was a grandmaster at. So, why not show her. You know perfectly well I’m not good at arranging words”
“But.” begins Balisong a bit more forcefully than before, “Now you are locked up down here and miss Jury is sitting in her office. Won’t she treat this as a win? Wouldn’t she only be more prideful after this? Won’t she only look down at you more!?”
“This is a win. She won’t dare try to enrage me ever. She won, but do you honestly think she’d dare do that to me again. I got what I wanted, and so did she. We both won.”
Balisong shakes her head, “No it isn’t. Do you really want her and everypony else to be afraid of you!? Wouldn’t you rather everypony treat you nice because they respect you, not because they are afraid?”
Moral sighed. Maybe the idiot was starting to get to him. “Dang it... Yes? no... maybe? Why can’t I be both feared and loved...” Moral then made another deep sigh. “Depends, are you talking to the idiot or me?”
Balisong tilts her head lacking in understanding, “I...I don’t understand sir. What do you mean? What idiot are you talking about?”
“I divert my eyes from that flame for a second and you get to see the dumb sod.”
Balisong looks to the flame and then back to Moral. “You mean, if you can’t see a flame...you become an idiot?” Balisong thinks back to the few conversations she has had with him, and confirms that he was much harder to speak too when there was no roaring fire. His strange inconsistent behavior finally made sense. “But...why? What would cause that?”
“I blew my mind.”
“B...but how? Why?”
“Spells can backfire, especially when you are playing with your own being”
Balisong gulped, her father had instilled in her a healthy respect for magic and she knew that messing with the threads of fate always carried a risk, but to see what it could do to somepony’s mind, was still frightening. “Then...then what will you do when you are let out? If you need a flame to be sensible...What will you do if the id...if the other you starts more trouble?”
“The other me is safe, he honestly isn’t capable of hurting anypony but He’s still capable of doing my daily life. when I get out I’ll just go back to what I did before.”
“Which... which one of you was the one who started the fires to frighten Jury then?” asks Balisong.
“There are more than two... and the other one isn’t one that comes out often.”
“How...how many of you are there?” asks the filly cautiously.
“I can personally only count three, but it’s within the realm of possibility that there could be more... many... more...”
Balisong shudders at the thought of one’s mind being split into so many entities. “Is there... Is there no way to...to put them all back together? To, I don’t know fix it somehow?”
“Oh, I’m not quite sure... but if there was, you’d have to make sure you don’t get the negative parts of each ‘me’ when you piece them back together”
Balisong scuffs her hoof along the ground, “Well, I wouldn’t even know where to begin...But maybe you should talk to the doctors here. Maybe they can help you. But in the meantime, you shouldn’t let him scare anypony else like he did Jury... and me. It won’t make you any friends at all.”
“Well, then you have my word that I shall try my best to contain ‘him’ to the best of my ability.”
Balisong looks around, “I...uh...I should get heading home now. Would you like me to bring you anything?..Would you like me to leave the candle for you?”
“Yes, that would be best, also thank you.”
Balisong nods, “You are welcome sir. I’ll...I’ll visit you again soon. I promise. Good bye for now.” and with that the young filly curtseys and then makes her way back to the surface.
Post by: jaxler on May 26, 2012, 12:47:25 am
Silver strode into the jail hallway, nodding to the guard, then looking at Jaxler. “I heard what happened,” he says, his face impassive.
Jaxler opened his eyes, and was greeted by both Silver Tongue and the crushing walls. “h-hay Silver” Jaxler didn’t bother moving from the corner of the cell, he just sat there and tried to pretend like the walls had stopped shifting.
“Hey Jaxler. How’re you doing about the lack of alcohol?”
“I manage” the pony then forced eyes shut again. The horrible, horrible walls kept on shifting.
“I’ve been working on a spell that might help, so I thought you should know, seeing as how you won’t get any booze in here and, judging from the barrel I saw you with when I met you, withdrawal will probably be deadly.”
“It will, but I’m afraid that I.. I h-have a w-way around this problem”
“Oh? What?” Silver looks intrigued, but cautious.
“Investment from an anonymous third p-party” said Jaxler with more stress than he had before.
“I won’t push you, but I doubt any investment worthwhile will let you weather that much alcohol withdrawal alone. Even the spell I’ve been working on should only help, not cure you. When one is facing near-insurmountable odds, every advantage counts, no?”
“Yes, but I’d prefer not to stop drinking. My current sponsor allows me to do so.”
“I don’t mean for you to stop drinking. I mean for you to cut down. From what I hear, unless you have at least most of a barrel it still will be less than you’re used to. The spell wouldn’t make you stop drinking, it would remove some of the dependency associated with such.”
Jaxler sighed “How exactly does this spell work, I understand that addiction has to work with the brain and I don’t want to end up like Moral.”
“What it does, specifically, is it ‘tricks’ the body into thinking it has more alcohol than it does have. Now, it doesn’t have any of the same effects, but it does allow the subject to not be constantly craving it, as the body already believes that it has ingested some.”
“F-fine... go ahead and hit me...”
“I won’t cast it on you if you don’t want it casted on you. I want you to think about it and decide rationally, not be pressured either way. To be fair, I haven’t tested it before, but it should work. I’ve checked and re-checked, but there’s no way to be absolutely sure without tests.”
“Please, just z-zap me”
“Alright then...” As he says this, Silver takes a more stable stance, then his horn begins to glow. He weaves the magic, keeping the journal’s work in his mind, a bit of spirit, mind and body each for the fooling, the clear-headedness and the physical element, then locks the spell and casts, washing a wave of magic over Jaxler.
Jaxler felt... strange as the magic took him. he really didn’t feel an urge to drink, which was foreign. “I think it worked.”
“That’s good. Hopefully you shouldn’t have quite so much problem now. I might need to come by somewhat regularly to refresh the spell, seeing as how I didn’t want to make an experimental spell last too long. Any particular preference on what time? I don’t want to be inconvenient.”
Jaxler thought for a moment. “P-probably around lunch, t-that’s usually when I wake up.. also have you been getting any better at being a p-psychiatrist...”
“Business hasn’t been picking up yet, so I’m still waiting on that. You working on your... Woodcrafting, was it?”
“yes I am a woodcrafter... seeing how I’m currently cowering in a corner on the edge of mental breakdown, m-maybe I should.. hire you...”
“Well, I’m not going to pressure you either way. Nopony else can make this decision for you. I can lend an ear, and give my advice, but I don’t know if I can do all that much more.”
“Yeah... I... I think I-I should hire you once I get out of here...”
“Alright... After lunch tomorrow sound fine? I can swing by then and we can discuss a bit more, unless you’d like to now.”
“Well, right now would be nice... Though, I’m h-honestly more interested in the psychiatrist part...”
“That was what I meant.” Silver sits down into a somewhat more comfortable spot, then looks back at Jaxler. “It starts with talking. Explaining the whys, hows and whats of whatever problems you wish helped.”
“Well... I’m k-kinda huddled here in a corner, on the edge of a mental breakdown, because I don’t h-have my crossbow...”
“And why is this crossbow so important to you?”
“It... um... It kinda is the only c-crossbow I can use effectively, It’s worth about 99% of my personal worth. my crossbow has saved my l-life more times than I can count. It’s also um...” Jaxler cut himself off, he really didn’t feel comfortable sharing the rest.
“It’s also what?”
Jaxler was starting to wish he had a better understanding of what a psychiatrist did. “It’s um... It’s rather p-personal...”
“Alright then... How about recalling some good memories of it? Can you tell me about those?”
Jaxler paused for a moment. He always had his crossbow with him... no matter what... and he was having a hard time recounting any good memories. “Um... w-well, I always kept my crossbow with me no matter what, so I g-guess all my good memories include it. From before I migrated here to when I saved Granite and even the night of drinking before I hit Jury... I-It’s always been there... no matter what.”
“Tell me about when you saved Granite, then.”
“Well, he’s k-kinda um... a good friend... he was the first pony here to treat me like a friend. It seems I alway help him when he needs me.T-The pony grew up before my very eyes and It seemed I was there for him more than his own father was.”
“Sounds like you were close, then.”
“Yeah, probably more so than any other pony in Dawnpick.”
“How’d you meet?”
“I saved him from a snatcher.”
“Certainly an interesting way to kick off a friendship. Can you tell me about him?”
“He’s by all means a Jackass, but he’s got a good heart. Though, he probably needs counseling more than me. He really doesn’t put much value on himself, and I honestly don’t like to see him that way.”
“Do you know why he might not put much value on himself?”
“I honestly d-don’t know...”
“Going back... Why are you in the corner?”
“... If feel like the walls are about to crush the life out of me, so I guess if I have my back turned to them, I can block out as m-much as possible. that and the fact that I want to get as far away as possible from the wall I’m looking at.”
“Why do you feel that way?”
“I dunno’ I just get c-claustrophobic when I’m trapped somewhere, and I really can’t handle stress very well without my c-crossbow.”
“That doesn’t sound like claustrophobia, though I’m not sure the exact term. Claustrophobia, however, is fear of all small spaces, regardless of any other quantifiers.”
“Maybe, but still, I c-can’t stand being here.”
“Can anything else help you handle stress?”
“booze”
“And that’s not allowed in the jail... I’m beginning to understand your problem here.”
“Can you t-tell me what it is, t-then?”
“You’re trapped here, stuck without your forms of security and bravado and will be here for some time. As you are without them, you’re panicked. I’ve got a couple ideas, but I need to think on them.”
“Okay... I g-guess that makes sense, but do you have any ideas on how to help with the me s-stop panicking?”
“Variants of one: Find a new security item, a harmless one, or increase your own self-confidence, lessening the need for one.”
“I... I can’t just get another ‘security item’, much less a harmless one. How am I-I supposed to feel safe with some random item, w-when a crossbow can actually keep me safe. And my crossbow wasn’t just something that k-kept me safe, I kept it safe. I can’t just abandon it like a piece of t-trash...”
“It doesn’t mean you lose your old ones. It means you find something you can hang onto, something that gives you confidence, and pride, rather than let yourself deteriorate under adverse circumstances.”
“but how exactly would I find something to hang on to? And I still need to get my crossbow back...”
“And doubtless you will, but not while you’re in here. I would suggest something that reminds you how strong you can be, of your friendships. That would make a good ‘lucky charm’ as it were.”
“Like w-what? I’m not exactly allowed to have a-anything in here...”
“A locket, a drawing, an accessory, perhaps armor... They might let that in here, if it has no pointy parts.”
“They won’t. they w-wouldn’t even let me have a bed for a couple months, probably because they assumed I could kill somepony with a-anything... which I can...”
“Umm... Wow. That’s a skill.”
“yeah... I could kill somepony with s-small branch from a tree or a rock, .”
“Hmmm... I’ll have to think about what couldn’t be used as an effective weapon, regardless of skill, and we could start there. Or, we could try to increase your confidence, but that would probably involve lots of games. Winning is usually the best way to do that.”
“Games? L-Like what?” said Jaxler skeptically
“Well, we could play some card games, perhaps poker or something...”
“That m-might be nice”
“Anypony you would like me to invite?”
“Meh, Granite and f-flux I guess.”
“I could go out and talk to them now, if you like.”
“That might be n-nice.”
“Alright, I’ll go ask them,” says Silver, who then nods to Jaxler and goes off to see Granite and Flux about a poker night with Jaxler.
Post by: Telgin on May 26, 2012, 09:44:44 pm
1st Hematite, 262 (( Same day as Amor’s visit Jaxler. ))
Ome, na schupenata demon ubiets na bogovete.
After seeing Jaxler imprisoned and coming to the conclusion that his weapon might be a artifact in one way or another; she seeks out Virtue for the third time that day. The Earth mare was at her desk and had yet to return to what duties she had left. Falcata was also present and staring at the mare with the same contempt she holds for Jury. Amor places herself before the Duchess. “Virtue, I believe the arrest for Jaxler was uncalled for and over escalated. As long as I’ve known Jaxler, he’s been a Paragon of Honesty and he just told me that he holds in his possession a Artifact crossbow. The ‘Ome, na schupenata demon ubiets na bogovete’ he called it and if true then it means that he was protecting an Artifice. In addition, asking twice and then punching a pony who was not willing to release possession of said Artifice Weapon does not seem so excessive.”
Virtue sighs mentally. “The weapon might be an artifact... but that doesn’t change the fact that he attacked Jury when there were non violent ways to settle the dispute.” Not to mention the fact that the weapon only dubiously belonged to Jaxler in the first place.
Amor nods in agreement and adds. “Jaxler, striking any pony was wrong but this time only to set right a wrong. Artifice-bearers are known for their bulwarked protection; Artifacts to them are loved ones. Ask the bearer of ‘The Touch of Leaves,’ ‘Glazedsmeared’ or ‘Waygrowth’ and they might consider that Jaxler exercised restraint. What if in Jaxler and his crossbow’s stead, it was you and one of your own foals that Jury apprehended?”
She’d be willing to exercise her noble authority to have Jury’s flank handed to her in a sack, that’s what. But this was different. “Amor... I understand that the crossbow is valuable and that he cares a lot about it, but that’s not quite the same thing. No weapon is as valuable as somepony’s child. And Jury had reason to withhold it from him. He was intoxicated, after all.”
“Then it falls in the crime of Drunk and Disorderly Conduct, but can you measure how sober he was at the time? Anyway do you know why weapons named by their ‘attached’ owners are so important and why they are commonly placed in their owners’ grave, besides that it is usually in their ‘living will’ and the wishes of family?” Amor hums in a inquisitive tone.
“I suppose after a lifetime of wielding a weapon, somepony could grow to think of it as an extension of themselves in a way.” She was fairly certain that Sarissa looked to her weapon as fondly as if it was a pet, and didn’t doubt that others in the militia did the same. Fauchard after all was worried enough about not having his axe that he came to talk to her about it.
Nodding again in agreement, the Unicorn goes into more detail. “Also, some type of strong and old magic takes hold between a weapon and its bearer. This magic ties them together and makes both more sharp, hit-heavier, parry blows that they shouldn’t have. If the weapons’ master dies, then the weapon does too and they both leave behind a corpse. Artifact swords refuse to keep an edge, crossbows shoot wildly, that is even if they shoot at all and hammers pull their blows. If fortunate, the named weapon can bond with another user, typically of blood.” Amor huffs at her next statement. “As you may know, Artifacts are virtually indestructible. To attempt to explain why ‘Ome’ was in such a decayed state was that the weapons reflects the user and that the crossbow is sooner or later going to return to it past meager condition if Jaxler continues this state. I never met such a scared pony in my life and that even an artifact weapon would crack under his experiences.”
She hadn’t considered that, it would help explain the dilapidated state of the weapon when Jaxler arrive at Dawnpick. “I see...”
“With Artifact weapons that were made, keeping the maker alive is as important as the owners’ but that most items work long after their death. ‘Mundane’ Artifacts appear to follow the same rules; an Artifact mechanism has the possibility to stop working when it maker dies but an Artifact statue will only fade when the gods grow bored with the world.” Amor inserts.
“That makes sense...” she concedes, but the matter at hoof returns to the front of her mind. “...but it doesn’t excuse what Jaxler did. I don’t doubt Jury provoked him, but trying to keep a weapon from a drunk pony seems reasonable to me. And of course there’s the whole matter of what followed...”
Amor continues about Jaxler’s case. “Jury is too accustomed to the hard city life of Coupledye and that many of their artifacts are locked in temples and museums. Therefore, she might not be innocent but she was ignorant of the fact of Jaxler’s crossbow was an artifact. As for Jury, I for one welcome the Judge’s presence here in Dawnpick and that it may have been a message from The Crown to shape up. As that it may be, he is still accountable for his actions, resisting arrest and attempted murder still stands but punishment for his protecting an Artifact is outrageous.”
Virtue looks aside and tries to recall what laws she knew regarding artifacts, but accepts what Amor says at face value. “Perhaps. I think Jury was mostly charging him with assault... he had a right to own the weapon, so I don’t think she tried to charge him for that in any way.” There is an awkward silence that drags on for a few moments. “You look like there’s something else on your mind...?”
The copper coated Little Pony huffs. “Yes, there is; I saw a dilapidated and mediocre ‘magic suppressing ward’ in one of the cells.”
Amor takes a breath and ponders how best to sum magic up to a pony that would never experience it. “How magic works; the world is made of strings that only Unicorns and other magical beings can see, if willing and trained. The idea of ‘weaving spells’ is not misplaced, Unicorns can manipulate these ‘strings of fate’ with their horns to get a desired effect. Magic is done by expressing one's will upon them, tugging on them and if talented weaving them, if you will. Reworking a objects’ reality to make a effect. Usually, spells are benign to objects they are attached such as alarm sigils or illusion magic. Others on the other hoof are malignant, such as a trap sigils or destruction magic. Short lived spells are easy to maintain but long term enchantment are a hassle, with each sigil a Unicorn must focus on maintaining it and most can do it in their sleep…”
The Unicorn takes a short tentative pause. “Understand that magic seems connected to a Unicorn's special talent, a shield cutie mark would be better at using a real shield and casting magic ones. Spells must be learned from both the natural world and the magical one that only Unicorns can only vaguely see. Most spells are link to their caster and some knave of a Unicorn can use this against them. A silent alarm spell can be turned against its composer and cause brain raking sound in the poor pony’s head. Also, wards and such are no substitute for a Unicorn ready to dispel magic and to post one when dangerous magic-users are arrested such as Glaive, Stiletto and… myself. Even other Unicorns imprisoned if your resources are not limited. Any normal Unicorn desperate enough can break the spell with enough strain. A gifted Unicorn could break it effortlessly.”
Amor hold her head downcast with watery eyes and says. “And a Unicorn like me could use the wards to hold the ponies that made it prisoner. The Crown has actively suppressed malevolent magic and have not support benevolent magic. Queen Buzat even being a Unicorn herself also does not support any school of magic but does support sciences of law, medicine, physiology and technology. Even having a college named after her; Queen Buzat’s University for Gifted Ponies.”
Virtue listens and blinks a few times blankly. Sure enough, she couldn’t really picture what the world must look like to unicorns. “I... think I understand.”
The curly mane pony is a little winded. “Gratitude for hearing me out, my Lady Virtue, if that is all you want to hear. Please excuse me.” Amor does her customary curtsey and leaves.
Virtue smiles and waves her out of the office, with new concerns weighing on her mind. Above all, what Virtue really understood now was that they needed to rework the magical wards, if it was so simple to break them. There surely was a way to set them up so that nopony in Dawnpick could defeat them. There was little point otherwise. Perhaps Fauchard would know something... from what she understood he had a fairly large breadth of knowledge and had brought a veritable library with him.
Post by: DVNO on May 27, 2012, 12:07:06 am
Midnight was standing in the meeting hall, staring at his reflexion in a cup of juice he had. His hood mostly hiding the glum look plastered to his face, The recent news was starting to weigh heavily on the pony’s shoulders, and it showed.
Sienna, Splinter’s daughter, saddles up next to Midnight, wearing an equally sullen face
“Seat taken?” she asks with a sigh
“Hmm, oh, of course not.” He replies as he looks over to the mare. His expression seeming too lighten up a little, as though he didn’t want her to see him frowning.
She sets her plate down and wolfs her food as only a teenager can. “So- why does everything you love end up hating you in the end?” she asked midnight through a half-full mouth, venting to no one in particular.
Midnight was surprised at the question. “... Not everything does. Sometimes things can get bad for a pony, and it’ll feel like everything was against them, or hated them. You just have to remember that that isn’t true.”
Sienna snorts “Ha, It’s kinda actually really true. See, I really liked a colt, then really really I liked his friend, then I tore them apart, then they saw I was the problem. Everything hates you in the end." she said grimly .”Oh, where’s my head? I’m Sienna!” she said in a cheerful one-eighty.
“My name’s Midnight, it’s nice to meet you.” Midnight says as he smiles at the mare. He sets his drink down, freeing up his hoof so he can pull his hood down.
“Midnight. I wish I had a name as cool as Midnight. Sienna doesn't even mean anything.” she muttered “So, what’s your story, Midnight? Got any Ambitions, any terrible fears? What’s made you low, what's gotten you high? Tell me everything!” she said excitedly.
Midnight smirked. “Everything? That’s a bit to tell. I’ll start with your questions. First, my story is a fairly happy one, with few, but notable tragedies. My ambitions, hmm. I try to make friends, make them happy, keep them safe. And my fear would be losing them. I’m... Sad because I feel like that’s happened. Well, at least they’ve had some bad luck, and I can’t help them much. And as for what cheers me up? This. meeting new ponies, and having nice conversations with them.”
Sienna grins “yeah, I’m one of those ponies who just can’t seem to shut up either. Just chatting the time away inanely until everyone just walks off. Like you!” she smiled
she nervously bites the curl on her mane when she realises how that could seem a little rude.
“I-I mean I’m not saying you’re a boring person or- no that’s not - *sigh* I’m saying talking’s fun. She made a nervous smile SO Dark past huh? A horse of mystery? ”
Midnight chuckled. “I wouldn’t call it dark. I’ve been through some tough things, but fortune has generally been on my side. And as for mystery. I’m not sure. What makes me seem mysterious?”
“Oh, I Don't know, maybe the fact you wear a hood over your head? or maybe it’s the fact I Know everyone in this fort, and I don’t know you. It’s not a bad mysterious though, It’s a good ‘ Can’t keep the mares off you’ mysterious.” she said matter-of-factly.
“So did you hear what happened to Poor Jaxler?”
Midnight’s expression drops a little. “Y-yes... I’m well aware of what’s happened to him.”
“Yeah, what Idiots, both him and Jury. Don’t they know we’re at war? That we have bigger problems?”
Midnight shakes his head. “They both acted on their emotions, and without thinking. But what has been done is done, and there is no way to change that.” Midnight says as he looks into his drink again, clearly not enjoying the topic.
“I just ... ” She sees he's uncomfortable “ One of them was your friend? Sorry.” She scrapes the last bit of food in her mouth “Ha, see what I’m talking about? Big mouth.” she said with a grin.
She picks up her plate “Well It’s been interesting, Midnight, Stallion of mystery, really Interesting. see you around!”
“Until then, Sienna. It’s been a pleasure meeting you.” Midnight says with a smile as he waves the mare off.
Post by: Telgin on May 27, 2012, 01:27:13 am
Takes place the day Stiletto fought and nearly died to the FB underground.
Stiletto stands in the pooling ichor of the slain beast, breathing heavily, a ragged gash through her eye. Deep tears and dents scar her thick black steel petryal, and her left wing is a bloody mess. Her Zweihänder pulls itself from the massive horror’s corpse and is wiped clean by its wielders magical aura.
Naginata charges down the halls of the mines, desperately trying to close the distance between herself and the alicorn she knew was just ahead. The sounds of combat were all but deafening in the enclosed space, but had just ceased. She knew she’d heard Stiletto’s cries among the chaos, and she feared she would find her corpse and something horrifyingly powerful standing victorious over her.
She and the ponies trailing her screech to a halt as they round the corner and see ichor and blood painting the halls, and Stiletto standing in a half limp over the corpse of a massive serpent. The axe in her mouth nearly falls away as she takes in the scene. Finally, she motions for the other soldiers to cover the entrances to the hallway and approaches Stiletto. “Stiletto... gods above... are you alright?”
“I... I am.” she stops to spit the blood out of her mouth “I am alive Naginata.” she pulls her hooves from the sticky remains of the cave Troll’s skull. “I, I can’t feel my wing. Is, is it still there?”
It takes Naginata a moment to snap out of her surprise. If Stiletto had fared so poorly against this monster, the rest of them would probably have been slain. She stows her axe in its sling and visually examines Stiletto’s mauled wing. Blood flowed freely from where a broken bone penetrated her skin and Naginata feels chills run down her spine. How Stiletto was conscious through what had to be incredible agony was beyond her. “It... yes, it is. We need to get you to Panacea right now...”
The heavily wounded amethyst Alicorn stepped forward into the light and her hooves almost slip out from under her. With a supreme effort, she catches herself “That, that sounds like a good” she coughs hard “a good idea.” shakily, Stiletto’s Zweihänder lifts into the air and slides carefully into its sheath upon her withers. The magical aura then envelops her wings to keep them still “I can not see very well. I, I will need you, your help.”
“Yes, of course.” Naginata looks sharply to the two stallions to her side and says, “Guisarme, Voulge, secure the paths.” She looks behind her to the unicorn mare still standing awestricken at the scene. “Kris, help us.” Kris’ horn glows brightly as she helps lift some of Stiletto’s weight from her hooves telekinetically, and Naginata guides her along. “Kusari, check up ahead and make sure nothing else is down here. Be careful, and shout if you see anything larger than a rat.”
Stiletto walks painfully down the tunnels to the stairs. As she trots up them, her back legs stumble and her large body falls against Naginata’s. “Oh, I, I just need, a second.” she breathes heavily and deeply, fighting through the pain of her eye, leaning upon the mare she called her captain.
Naginata had braced herself for just such a possibility and pauses long enough for Stiletto to regain her breath and balance. She was every bit as heavy as she looked, especially in her heavy armor, but Naginata stands firm. “Kris?”
At the mention of her name, the unicorn mare nods and intensifies the lifting spell she was using on Stiletto. The alicorn feels the weight of the world lessen further, and Naginata gently but firmly encourages her back to her hooves. “Are you alright? We need to keep moving. Should we bring Panacea down here instead?”
“I can make it. This, is, nothing.” Stiletto grits her teeth and forces her legs to obey. Again they move her up the stairs and propel her to the hospital. The magic aura flickers away just as she steps inside. “Panacea, I am sorry to, to bother you, but my wing, needs you to, to look at it.”
Panacea’s eyes widen as she sees the blood-soaked mare stagger inside with the support of Naginata and Kris. She immediately sets aside the book she was casually perusing and trots over. “C-Come over here,” she instructs, motioning toward one of the beds. As Stiletto obeys, Panacea hurries upstairs to locate Chestnut. She was going to need her help.
“Sorry, to be, a bother.” Stiletto struggles to speak between pained breath.
Panacea returns with Chestnut just as Stiletto speaks, and she raises a hoof to forestall any more words from her. “Nonsense, it’s what we’re here for,” she says with obvious urgency and concern in her voice. “Chestnut, if you would?”
The unicorn mare nods and her horn flickers with a brilliant gold for a moment. Stiletto feels most of the pain in her body vanish over the next few seconds, leaving her feeling numb. A second flash of her horn later, this time wisps of red, and the blood oozing from the gashes across her body begins to congeal and the bleeding slows.
Panacea inspects the cuts and nods approvingly before darting off to locate something to clean and close the wounds with. “Just try to relax, you’re going to be fine. Are you feeling faint at all? Try to stay awake for me...”
Stiletto holds out a forehoof “I feel very tired, but it can, keep awake, for you.” her lungs fought to keep air in them. “I might, be easier, to work, if you, took, my armor, off.”
Panacea nods as she returns with the supplies. She had been putting that off for the moment at the risk of injuring her further or causing her undue pain until things were under control, but they were now. The two mares meticulously remove her armor, piece-by-piece, taking even greater care around her mangled wing. The armor had thankfully absorbed most of the damage, but her wing was going to take a very long time to recover, if it did completely at all. And her armor did little to save her eye... “Yes, try to stay awake, for now,” she says as she begins examining the fractured bones in her wing. That was going to take some work to fix...
“My mark!” her horn glowed and a magical pulled the linen over her flank “I’m sorry, please do not look at it. Its vulgar.” Stiletto looks around her, remembering where she is. She closed her good eye and pressed her head into the pillow. “Did, did you, see it?”
Both mares are confused and stare at each other blankly for a moment. “I... no, we didn’t,” Panacea assures her as she tries to gently coax her face from the pillow. “Stiletto? Can you look up? I need to check on your eye.”
Slowly, the great Alicorn lifted her head and offered the left side of her face to Panacea. “I can barely see from the other one. It would be no shock to me to hear the worst, Panacea.” The eye was a mess of blood and torn flesh, a ragged, gaping wound on Stiletto’s face.
Panacea’s first reaction was to recoil and turn away from the mess, but more than a decade of working as a doctor and seeing a number of quite horrible wounds had hardened her to the sight. Chestnut was a bit less stoic and immediately averts her eyes. “Oh...” Panacea says after a moment. “We’ll do everything we can. Chestnut?”
On command, Chestnut rallies and again uses her magic to mend the wound as much as she could. Stiletto’s vision doesn’t return in the eye, but the wounded flesh knits together partially. “That’s the best I can do...” the unicorn admits as she begins to search for something to cover the injured eye with.
“Thank you, Chestnut. I am very glad to hear that anything at all could be done.” She tries to smile at Chestnut. “How is your brother? Is he still learning to be a smelter with meine freundlichsten Liebe?” Stiletto was starting to sound quite delirious.
Chestnut gives her the most sincere smile she can and says, “Yes, he’s working hard, but he enjoys the work.” She carefully wraps the makeshift eye patch around Stiletto’s head and adds, “It’s an important part of Dawnpick’s economy.”
Panacea recognizes the mild slurring and confusion creeping into Stiletto’s voice and knows she must hurry to finish staunching the bleeding. Chestnut had helped put an end to it with her magic, but there was far more to do to make it permanent. The shattered bones in the alicorn’s wing and the wounds associated with them were the worst culprit now, and Panacea immediately begins inspecting how to set the bones. At least Stiletto shouldn’t feel much of the pain.
“That is good to hear Chesnut, he used to have real problems, or so I was told. I wish I had more time to spend with which to get to know other ponies. Might I ask a favor from all of you?” She breathes in “Please do not let Lady Virtue worry about me. She has too many burdens already. Tell her, tell her I will recover fully. Ich sie liebe zu viel, zu ließ ihre sich verantwortlich fühlen dafür.”
“And you will,” Chestnut assures her, hoping that what she was telling Stiletto was true. She was gravely wounded, but the two were going to do all that they could. Again, Chestnut averts her eyes and tries to ignore the sound of Panacea resetting Stiletto’s crushed wing. The gash on Stiletto’s chest looked like it needed her attention, so she turns to it and cleans the wound before stitching it closed. It didn’t penetrate deeply enough to be of any serious concern, at least.
“I will be able to fly again soon? Ponies might worry if I can not fly.” her mind was a mess of thoughts and now they were all fighting to reach the surface, but talking was all Stiletto could do to remain conscious.
Panacea continues to fight with the ruined bones for a moment before getting them into some semblance of a correct position. This was going to take a long time to heal indeed. She needed to get some plaster for a cast... “You’ll fly again,” she says before locating what she was after. “It won’t be for a while though, I’m afraid. Your wing is going to need time to heal.”
“How long? I, i, had just gotten fast, now, now I will be too slow, again...” she trailed off and tears started to well up in her good eye “I was too slow, again.”
“I... I don’t know. A few months to heal fully, I think,” she says as she begins to apply the cast. Chestnut seemed to have done a decent job of stitching the cuts elsewhere on Stiletto’s body, so there was little else they could do but wait and hope her body healed. She gives Stiletto the best reassuring expression she can and lays a hoof gently on her back. “You weren’t too slow... you lived, I think we should all be grateful for that.”
“I lived, others not so lucky. I so sorry Panacea, I should have been here, should have saved him...”
Her breathing was slowing, but becoming steady. Stiletto laid her head back to the pillow “Should have been here...”
Panacea bites her lip as she realizes that Stiletto is referring to Wool. Nopony could have saved him. Nopony even knew he was in the caverns until he was dead. Nopony even knew why. “Don’t... don’t beat yourself up over him. There’s nothing anypony could have done...” Keeping the injured wing steady while she applied the cast was turning out to be a chore, but she focuses harder on the task to divert her thoughts from her late friend. She’d lost a lot of sleep initially wondering just why the stallion had gone down there.
“I could have slain the beast, if I had gone into the caves first. I wanted to, you know, go into the caves and hunt them all down. Instead, I left, left you all, I should have stayed, to protect you, I was away so long...”
“Nopony could have known... and nopony can do everything...” Panacea says as she applies another layer of the cast, reflecting on how much of a help Chestnut was being right now. After Wool’s death she tried to be the sole doctor again, which was really more than she could handle. Stiletto was a great warrior, but nopony was strong enough to face all of the beasts underground alone.
“I just want to keep you all safe, safe from these things. My head is so heavy. I am so sorry Panacea, do not wissen, wie lange ich wach bleiben kann...” she slipped back into her native tongue, her mind no longer able to form the words in Midpony.
“It’s okay, Stiletto,” Panacea says as she finishes the current layer. Stiletto didn’t appear to have any significant head trauma, so it was probably alright for her to go to sleep now. Chestnut could awaken her later magically if it turned out to be problematic. “If you can’t stay awake... it’s okay. Just try to relax... you’re going to be okay.”
Stiletto shut her eye and curled her forelegs in “danke dir, mein sanfter ein, ich liebe dich.” With those words, she drifts off to a sound and deep sleep.
Post by: Psalms01 on May 27, 2012, 03:33:21 am
(( 18th Moonstone, 261 ))
(( Amor and Sarissa cavern scene ))
Amor was lounging atop the wooded scaffolding that was part of cavern barricade project. Her only company was a lantern, flask and a cold bowl of celery soup. Where she rested, the entire caverns sprawled out before the mare and her eyes watched an aggregation of Dralthas. Two foraging young adults and two juveniles, who are engaging in ‘play necking’, which reminds the Little Pony of the surface's Giraffes. To establish dominance male giraffes use their necks as weapons and calves mimic this behavior in play, which the two dralthas are doing. The Dralthas were very similar in body shape to Giraffes but twice and a half more bulky. Amor is broken from thought as one of the older Dralthas begins to bellow at the pony-made wall. We are invaders to an alien realm that is not ours, but we establish a hoof-hold and make its resources ours. She thinks with a huff; her ear glide backwards at the sound of steel clad hooves ascending the scaffolding behind her.
“Hey, shut up out there!” the new unicorn shouts at the disgruntled monster, “Don’t make me come out there and hush you myself!” Sarissa’s threat wasn’t all that serious, but she was getting tired of having these creatures hovering around all the time. The mare knew that she could never fully relax down here, and being in a constantly tense state was beginning to work her temper. It was her break, though, so she tried to make the best of the time she had to herself. Slumping down some distance away, the axe-pony retrieved a small sack from between the clefts of her armour. Reaching in telekinetically, she pulled out a red, juicy cherry and popped it into her mouth. It was one of her favorite snacks.
The mason-pony was unsure which was worse, Dralthas bellowing or Sarissa’s blaring back, but regardless it caused the annoyed Draltha to walk away, that is after it bellowed back one last time. The caverns had an eerie silence to it at times, which caused the events like now to be an enjoyable break, but the distance loud noises could travel were a frightening concept. Only the gods knew of what forgotten beast could be awakened by echoing. “Hello Sarissa, thank you for dealing with the Draltha, but it could have been uncalled for.” Amor talks lightly; in the caverns a careless whisper can reverberate.
Raising an eyebrow, Sarissa spat the cherry pit back into the bag, “Uncalled for? You got a soft spot for that beast, Amor? I don’t think I hurt its feelings, honestly.” Her tone was joking, although a hint of annoyance could also be perceived in her voice. “Best look away if I have to lop one of their heads off.”
The curly mane Unicorn softly laughs at the militia-pony’s jest. She then waved off Sarissa’s last comment and recompose herself to say; “better to have you as company then Dralthas, instead of you jumping down three stories to engage the animals and get stuck down there.” The two mares after their first talk seemed to enjoy each other’s company and preceded to converse once a week. “So, how are the patrols going?”
“Eh, nothing big happened,” she sighed, “So far all I’ve done is walk around looking for anything that might be itching to stir up trouble. All the critters down here are either minding their own business or are too scared to fight right now.” Sarissa was almost disappointed that nothing was willing to test her mettle in combat. Then again, attacks from the cave-dwellers could always mean injury or death to the unarmed workers. It wasn’t worth having ‘fun’ at the expense of others’ safety if it could be avoided. She began chewing on another one of the round fruits as she kept her eyes peeled for any signs of trouble.
“Conflict is the most bravura contest in which a pony can indulge. All of our best is amplified and our lesser selves are expunged. King Golud said that back in the Zebra wars when he was a general, but so many attribute the ‘conflict’ part with only martial conflict. Others like myself see it as all conflict; with nature and ourselves. Sarissa, why are you so itching for conflict?” Amor asks, eyeing her cold soup, still anxious about eating.
Well, that wasn’t a question that Sarissa was expecting to hear. She paused from her chewing, “To me, there’s nothing quite like a good fight. It’s rush that it gives your system; the opportunity to exercise justice against any being that would dare to harm those you care for. Plus, it’s good exercise.” That probably didn’t cover all of the bases, but to tell Amor that she enjoyed the raw sense of personal power it gave her would have probably been a bit off-putting.
Amor could sense more to Sarissa motivation then what was said, but felt no need to push the converse in mud. “If your main reason is in defense of self or others, you will have no qualms from me.” The mare then deflects the discussion. “So how have your magic studies been progressing.”
“Slowly...” The blonde mare spun one of the cherries around in the air as she thought, “Okay, so I’m practically at a standstill. I’ve mostly just managed to discover a couple of dozen ways to not make a spell work. I guess that happens when you don’t really know what you’re doing beyond practicing basic trial and error.” Sarissa felt sort of like a novice violinist trying to figure out how to pluck the strings to produce an original masterpiece symphony. “At least I haven’t hurt myself,” the pony noted as she literally knocked on wood with a hoof.
Practicing magic was a dangerous endeavor, pull a dozen strings, getting no effect and pulling one wrong, making an explosion or some other catastrophe. “Magic is a remorseless art and most have to be gifted or possess a teacher who is, to even learn a hoof-full of basic spells. Usually a Unicorn’s magic has much to do with their talent. Sarissa, you have made progress outside of your talent, take pride in that.” Amor said with concern, she pauses as a sly idea crosses her mind, she adds; “You use the gym, right?”
“Technically speaking, Vitalsight could, sort of, be seen as an extension of my talent, since it can help me kill things more easily.” She glanced over towards her armour-covered flank, imagining the tombstone cutie mark placed there. Although in a strict sense, Vitalsight in itself could do no harm to an enemy. It might even be helpful instead of harmful in some situations. Perhaps that’s what made it more difficult to perfect than the militia pony had anticipated. To the second question, Sarissa wonders aloud, “Yeah...but...what’s the gym got to do with anything?” She wasn’t sure where Amor was going with that.
The mason pony ponders a moment, she knows where this was going, but to put it in words that Sarissa would understand. “Also, it is good to have a spotter, with the heavy equipment, lest you harm yourself or others. It is the same with magic and also best to have a proper place to practice.” Amor then starts to silently slurp down her soup.
Sarissa understood the analogy, “I see what you mean.” She swallowed another cherry, “I do take some safety precautions. I only work on one eye at a time, for example. If something goes wrong, I’ll still have one good eye. I also only mess with one of those magical strings at a time. The consequences are more predictable that way. Other than that, I don’t know anypony around here who can give me proper guidance in how to do this any better than I already am.”
Nodding at the concept of finding another more advanced in magic was challenging. “There are two ponies I know of that could assist you, although I suspect that you only want one name. Glaive is a Unicorn; I believe is the most knowledgeable about the subject of magic and good at it too.” Amor says and then finishes her soup.
“Glaive, huh?” She tapped a hoof in contemplation, “Don’t know if he’d be willing to help or not. I get this feeling that he’s not all that fond of me, especially after...” Sarissa felt a brief spurt of grief and anger, “...after I attacked that mutant.”
The employment of the word ‘mutant’ left a burning sensation in Amor’s ears. “The past and future are veiled; but the past wears the widow's veil; the future, the maiden's.” The mare huffs, wanting to bite her lip to keep from saying more.
Giving the curly-maned pony a look of confusion, Sarissa inquired, “What’s that supposed to mean? That some philosophy thing you got from a book or something?” She literally didn’t know what Amor meant by the statement.
“That is a quote by Gnädiger Kleine; Gracious Small her name would be in our tongue, a Deuchmeiner novalist. The quote as I see it refers that the past is separated from us, similar to a widow and that the future is untouched. We still have a control over our fates that the past has no ability to bar us from.” She said with a parched mouth, the mare opens her ☼«-Triffle Pewter Flask- »☼ and takes a sip of lime juice.
“Oh, okay then. I think I get what you mean,” Sarissa nodded, though she wasn’t sure what bearing that had on the original conversation, “Well I’ve certainly changed my path in life from what it used to be when I was a filly.” The golden-maned unicorn took a brief glimpse of her memories, recalling how she was bullied in school for her weight. She was weak back then. These days, she would never put up with such garbage. She almost wanted to track those ponies down and get revenge on them, but she knew she was better than that. Time to change the subject lest anger build due to excessive reminiscing. “So anyway...how’s progress coming along with the wall? Everything going according to schedule?”
Amor look at the barricades, examining them and returns eye contact with Sarissa. Dejectedly, the Little Pony answers; “we are only half done and at this rate, the barricades would not be finalize until early Galena of next year.” She looks towards the mason’s camp, which only consisted of a few bedrolls, bonfire, mason-shop and small block stockpile.
“So...that’s bad, right?” the other pony asks, “If I can do anything to help speed construction along, I won’t withhold my service. Admittedly, I don’t know much about building things, but I might be able to help with transporting needed material to where it belongs.” The axe-lord finishes the last of her cherries, returning the now pit-filled bag to the clefts of her black armour.
Thinking with her fore-hoof at her chin, the idea of Sarissa transferring blocks from the surface to the caverns below undermined the militia-pony place in protecting the masons. Any other way, Sarissa would be in the way or her duties suffer, but Amor thinks she can manage. “You can help with that, but even then, it might only shave off a few days.”
She shrugs, “If I’m ever having a slow day, and I can get permission, I’ll see what I can do for you.” Standing up, Sarissa stretches her back as the vertebrae crack, “Well, it’s been nice chatting, but I think I’m gonna go see how the others are doing.” She turns to head off, “I’ve still got some time left on break; you need me to fetch anything for you?”
Amor gets up, curtseys and replies; “no thank you Sarissa, I’m fine. Also it was pleasant chatting with you; please do take care.” The two go their opposite ways for now, Amor back to working on the blocks for the walls and Sarissa guarding the gaps in the barricades. They talked many more times in the caverns and continue the habit on the surface.
Post by: Maklak on May 27, 2012, 03:38:22 pm
Pony relationships
This is a list of married and engaged ponies in-game. I double-checked it, so there should be few mistakes. Players are not required to stick to the letter to what happens in game, and single ponies in-game being lovers in-RP is perfectly fine. This list here is just for reference and as a starting point for roleplay, as well as for keeping track of who is related to who. For a list of players controlling ponies, and which ones were renamed, see the first post.
I included surnames, because some are funny. Dates of birth are included to know the age of ponies and when they can organise birthday parties. I occasionally added other comments; in particular "Young adult" are children, who have grown up in recent years. They joined the workforce, but the eldest one is 14 and it is best not to romance with them in roleplay. But then again, Firesden and Falchion are a couple in-RP and Telgin didn't scram.
The list is divided into categories: Married with children, Lovers, Single Males, Single Females and finally Dead. Coulpes are listed with stallions first. Children are sorted by birthdates, and everything else is sorted alphabetically. Some ponies are listed twice where appropriate, but I omitted young adults in the lists of single ponies. Enjoy.
Married:
Briney Deep Onionchamber (EPM, 1st Granite 154) and Kusari Gleamsense (PPF, 22 Moonstone 163) (Good stats)
Carmine Owlmatched (UPM, 24th Obsidian 178) and Ocean Breeze Waxyprairies (PPF, 24th Sandstone 183)
-> Peridot Willfuldawns (???) (I was unabble to acess in-game data.)
-> Friesden Sparklewomen (PPF, 13th Timber 255) (Young adult)
-> Chestnut Lovemushrooms (UPF, 7th Opal 256) (Young adult)
-> Crimson Poetspoken (UPM, 20th Obsidian 257)
-> Gust Front Nestshimmered (PPF, 25th Granite 258)
-> Cross Breeze Lustrousglisten (PPM, 4th Sandstone 259)
Cleaver Tinpear (PPM, 13th Granite 180) and Glaze Raindonkey (EPF, 24th Hematite 178)
-> Purple Prose Hillgangs (UPF, 14th Galena 254) (Young adult)
-> Granite Owlpastime (EPM, 22nd Slate 255) (Young adult)
-> Brownie Bits Stylecloaks (UPF, 5th Galena 255) (Young adult)
-> Wisteria Chasteglitter (UPF, 9th Timber 256) (Young adult)
-> Tangerine Beesplanted (UPF, 23rd Felsite 257) (Great stats)
-> Violet Wispypoet (PPF, 14th Slate 258)
-> Fine Silver Inkylanterns (EPF, 25th Malachite 259)
Glaive Straytwinkles the Admired Dish of Oats (UPM, 26th Galena 145) and Falcata Basinsnacked the Golden Pride of Verses (PPF, 22nd Galena 151) (Great stats, both)
-> Falchion Glowteach (APM, 20th Obsidian 259) (Alicorn)
-> Bailsong Trickflashes (APF, 20th Obsidian 259) (Alicorn)
Harvest Moon Trickshoppers (PPM, 26th Moonstone 153) and Virtue Cookales (EPF, 26th Slate 159) (Duchess)
-> Rose Citywinter (UPF, 28th Hematite 256) (Young adult)
-> Valor Trailhopped (EPM, 21st Granite 257)
-> Rampart Nurturedharvests (EPM, 21st Granite 258)
-> Serenity Tinbasin (EPF, 28th Hematite 260)
Marbles Shinpartner (UPM, 23rd Limestone 172) and Naginata Searchplanted the Glowing Yor-Wad of Secreting (PPF, 15th Felsite 179)
-> Rondel Snackstrayed (UPM, 7th Felsite 253) (Young adult)
-> Verdant Flash Healedflutes (PPM, 19th Felsite 253) (Young adult)
-> Aurora Woodbunny (PPF, 8th Obsidian 255) (Young adult)
-> Floral Hallblossomed (EPF, 13th Malachite 256) (Young adult, lovers with Storm Cloud)
-> Estoc Beardedtaken (EPM, 13th Malachite 257)
-> Espadon Hopswamps (EPM, 12th Obsidian 260)
Redwood Lightbutter (PPM, 3rd Opal 186) and Loom Cultbee (PPF, 15th Limestone 186)
-> Maize Embraicedcloisters (UPM, 8th Hematite 256) (Young adult)
-> Cypress Snackedtoast (EPM, 16th Hematite 257)
-> Heliotrope Peekbaked (UPM, 6th Slate 258)
Savory Fairbear (UPM, 28th Obsidian 164) and Detergent Yawngrove (UPF, 26th Galena 168)
-> Whirlwind Fairmouth (PPM, 24th Hematite 248) (Young adult)
-> Storm Cloud Buttonedmornings (PPM, 6th Moonstone 250) (Adult, lovers with Floral)
-> Sandstone Satinoiled (UPM, 15th Opal, 252) (Young adult)
-> Copper Trim Supperslulls (UPF, 22nd Galena 253) (Young adult)
-> Azurite Brightcrafts (EPM, 3rd Limestone 255) (Young adult)
-> Blue Moon Cookedgifts (EPM, 19th Opal 256) (Young adult)
-> Daisy Primclan, (EPF, 7th Limestone 257) (Young adult)
-> Summer Velvetpeppers (PPF, 24th Obsidian 257)
-> Autumn Shimmerflier (EPF, 6th Galena 260)
Saw Dust Relievedlarks (EPM, 5th Malachite 148) and Panacea Amusedinner (PPF, 28th Hematite 143)
-> Lancet Breadloved (EPM, 21st Malachite 258)
-> Peppermint Woodpastime (UPF, 21st Malachite 258)
Splineter Thinnedcherished (PPM, 21st Timber, 182) and Hickory Torchplates (EPF, 21st Granite, 142)
-> Sienna Dinnerwatchful (UPF, 13th Malachite 253) (Young adult)
-> Amber Snackeddresses (UPF, 12th Obsidian 254) (Young adult) (Good stats) (Lost her horn in the fishing pier accident.)
-> Patina Georgeweakened (UPF, 10th Galena, 255) (Young adult)
-> Sheer Delight Musicnest (EPF, 17th Granite 256) (Young adult) (DVNO incorrectly refers to her as a male.)
-> Clear Skies Prophetsweet (PPF, 24th Sandstone 256) (Young adult) (DVNO incorrectly refers to her as a male.)
-> Alpine Catcrowds (UPM, 16th Hematite 257)
-> Peony Dinedbrims (PPF, 24th Obsidian 258) (DVNO incorrectly refers to her as a male.)
Lovers:
Ashwood Wondrousbothered (PPM, 7th Opal 155) and Diamond Shard Mastersmiles (PPF, 26th Slate 146)
Barley Brightpeppers (EPM, 15th Opal 171) (DEAD!) and Sushi Wireembraces (PPF, 19th Opal 167) (Mourning?)
Castiron Kinflights (PPM, 26th Slate 161) and Balsa Grownlarks (UPF, 21st Malachite 157)
Cinder Charmedflicker (EPM, 17th Timber 177) and Alum Bulbcrested (UPF, 19th Opal 183)
Grapple Creaturerights (EPM, 5th Timber 144) and Quartz Riverlocks (PPF, 21st Malachite 148)
Longshot Wheatsnakes (PPM, 10th Galena 143) and Willow Strawdistant (PPF, 10th Slate 136)
Midnight Braidbud (EPM, 1st Timber 142) and Oil Macepony Mansnacks (UPF, 19th Opal 140) (??? Midnight should have no lovers ???)
Powder Miner Flingpines (EPM, 23rd Opal 162) and Oil Macepony Mansnacks (UPF, 19th Opal 140)
Powder Miner Flingpines (EPM, 23rd Opal 162) and Pewter Dressvines (PPF, 24th Obsidian 170) (??? Pewter should have no lovers ???)
Storm Cloud Buttonedmornings (PPM, 6th Moonstone 250) and Floral Hallblossomed (EPF, 13th Malachite 256) (Both young adults)
Wool Bridespices (UPM, 19th Felsite 176) (DEAD!) and Corkscrew Matchedsnack (PPF, 19th Opal 176) (Mourning?)
Single males:
Arableast Riteharvests (UPM, 9th Malachite 146)
Bardiche Passwarmth (UPM, 26th Galena 154)
Billows Silkenspirit (EPM, 21st Timber 156)
Chisel Gullyheaven (EPM, 6th Galena 163)
Cross Stitch Poemwax (UPM, 11th Felsite 154) (Lost horn in the fishing pier accident)
Fauchard Glittersong (UPM, 11th Limestone 150) (Glaive's father, but younger than Glaive) (Great stats)
Fleece Wealthgarnish (EPM, 13th Timber 160)
Flux Cherishedamazed (EPM, 1st Timber, 140)
Glyph Tailsponges (EPM, 6th Slate 155)
Guisarme Voicedglossed (UPM, 20th Hematite 160)
Halberd Crowdedday the Soaked Quickness (EPM, 12th Hematite 165) (Grudges with Ashwood, Saw Dust and Virtue.) (Great stats. Highest ranking military.)
Indigo Swiftdined (UPM, 2nd Moonstone 137) (No in-game friends)
Jaxler Blackflutes (PPM, 8th Sandstone 183) (Very good stats)
Moral Howlhailed (APM, 14th Slate 164) (Alicorn)
Mortar Longgleams (UPM, 16th Hematite, 177) (Good stats)
Partisan Bridevens (PPM, 24th Obsidian 179) (Great stats)
Pine Needles Harvestwheat (PPM, 5th Granite, 192) (Good stats)
Silver Tongue Fealtylizards (UPM, 9th Timber 155)
Spool Hoofstyle (PPM, 16th Sandstone 169)
Totem Fastengrottoes (EPM, 21st Malachite 176)
Voulge Adorestoked (UPM, 16th Obsidian 186)
Zearoth Glistencactus (EPM, 23rd Felsite 171)
Single females:
Amor Embracedated (UPF, 17th Timber 150)
Bevel Vallytile (EPF, 18th Slate, 136) (Good stats)
Bubbles Glovedlute (PPF, 19th Opal, 189)
Cherry Pop Cloudneutral (EPF, 17th Malachite 171)
Chic Glimmerbreakfasts (UPF, 1st Timber 156)
Fuscina Walledhoof (EPF, 22nd Moonstone 181) (Good stats)
Jury Voicesang (UPM, 14th Moonstone 153)
Kat Blossomwilt (PPF, 19th Limestone 183) (Good stats)
Kit Watchgloss (PPF, 7th Limestone 166)
Kris Shimmeredcourage (UPF, 20th Obsidian 140) (Good stats)
Kukri Braidedwaxed the Brave Eater (UPF, 25th Timber 144) (Great stats)
Quilt Glitteredbeans (PPF, 9th Timber, 184)
Saber Sparkledabbles (PPF, 9th Timber 193)
Sarissa Tubestrim, the Glen of Fortresses (UPF, 24th Obsidian 165) (Good stats)
Skillet Lighttrance (PPF, 13th Malachite 137)
Stiletto Tressedgood (APF, 13th Granite 165) (Great stats) (Alicorn)
Yari Pearsatins (PPF, 1st Timber 189)
Deceased:
Babbling Brook Shunkhairs (EPF, 18th Slate 171)
Barley Brightpeppers (EPM, 15th Opal 171)
Wool Bridespices (UPM, 19th Felsite 176)
Sushi is still grieving Barley and hasn't moved on. Same with Corkscrew and Wool.
Rename Friesden to Friesden. No one uses other aliases anymore and her custom name is too long.
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Dormitories.
These pictures show where everypony lives. I know they are ugly, but they are readable.
Spoiler (click to show/hide)
I used my old xcf files to quickly make two of the above pictures, without the hassle of taking new screenshots and perfectly cutting and aligning them into a new image. Editing and adding text is easier and quicker. All the windows in the main dormitory were replaced with clear glass, the hole in Rondel's room was fixed and the old wall and fortifications to NW of the second dormitory were removed. Still, this should be sufficeint information for people to know where everypony lives for RP purposes without fireng up the save.
If you want to add windows to rooms adjacent to a wall, you can do this:
(http://tnypic.net/13976.png)
I also suggest that you put a drink stockpile in the basement of central dormitory. Now ponies need to walk a long way to get a drink.
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Skills:
Dwarf Therapist dump for 262. Skills go from 0 for Dabbling to 20 for Legendary+5. An actual 0 as opposed to empty space means the pony has some XP in that skill, but not enough to make it to Novice. Blue square means the labour is enabled. Much to my surprise skills seem to actually decrease over time and leak XP. I thought they were just going rusty and then very rusty, which gives a penalty.
Civilian:
Spoiler (click to show/hide)
Social and Miliraty:
Spoiler (click to show/hide)
Fauchard is a cheater. Friesden has a great teacher.
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This is what Telgin had to say and some additional notes.
I meant to get to this earlier, but first a big thanks to Maklak for organizing this information. I've added a few comments on some things I noticed here:
For a list of players controlling ponies, and which ones were renamed, see the first post.
That list is massively out of date, unfortunately. Well, the player list is up to date I think, but the pony list is many updates old. I'm determined to fix it after the next update, which should happen tonight barring catastrophe.
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I included surnames, because some are funny. Dates of birth are included to know the age of ponies and when they can organise birthday parties. I occasionally added other comments; in particular "Young adult" are children, who have grown up in recent years. They joined the workforce, but the eldest one is 14 and it is best not to romance with them in roleplay. But then again, Firesden and Falchion are a couple in-RP and Telgin didn't scram.
Pony ages are all kinds of screwy, and I wish I'd fixed this like I intended before embarking. Kind of late now though. Anyway, somewhere between 5 and 6, ponies are effectively adults so it technically shouldn't matter if they romance at this point. Strange to think about though.
And I'll admit the Friesden / Falchion thing is still kind of strange, but the players involved seem okay with it so I won't gripe. Of course, Falchion was only 2(!) at the time, so he was even younger than I thought, but it's kind of late to change anything about it. :)
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-> Peridot Willfuldawns (???) (I was unabble to acess in-game data.)
This I think I can shed some light on. I'm pretty sure she was abducted many game years ago.
Way back when Dawnpick hit 100 ponies, it mysteriously went back to 99 and I couldn't figure out why. I thought maybe I just imagined we hit 100 ponies, but I also suspected that it might have been an abduction, but couldn't figure out how or who it was. Peridot never grew up though, and her information isn't available. I'm pretty sure this is what happened to her.
It happened so long ago and was never mentioned that I decided to just sweep it under the rug. Something like this should have gotten a lot of attention when it happened, but I goofed and missed it so it's probably for the best to ignore her very existence. Or say she left Dawnpick peacefully at some point if it ever matters.
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Lovers:
Ashwood Wondrousbothered (PPM, 7th Opal 155) and Diamond Shard Mastersmiles (PPF, 26th Slate 146)
Barley Brightpeppers (EPM, 15th Opal 171) (DEAD!) and Sushi Wireembraces (PPF, 19th Opal 167) (Mourning?)
Castiron Kinflights (PPM, 26th Slate 161) and Balsa Grownlarks (UPF, 21st Malachite 157)
Cinder Charmedflicker (EPM, 17th Timber 177) and Alum Bulbcrested (UPF, 19th Opal 183)
Grapple Creaturerights (EPM, 5th Timber 144) and Quartz Riverlocks (PPF, 21st Malachite 148)
Longshot Wheatsnakes (PPM, 10th Galena 143) and Willow Strawdistant (PPF, 10th Slate 136)
Midnight Braidbud (EPM, 1st Timber 142) and Oil Macepony Mansnacks (UPF, 19th Opal 140) (??? Midnight should have no lovers ???)
Powder Miner Flingpines (EPM, 23rd Opal 162) and Oil Macepony Mansnacks (UPF, 19th Opal 140)
Powder Miner Flingpines (EPM, 23rd Opal 162) and Pewter Dressvines (PPF, 24th Obsidian 170) (??? Pewter should have no lovers ???)
Storm Cloud Buttonedmornings (PPM, 6th Moonstone 250) and Floral Hallblossomed (EPF, 13th Malachite 256) (Both young adults)
Wool Bridespices (UPM, 19th Felsite 176) (DEAD!) and Corkscrew Matchedsnack (PPF, 19th Opal 176) (Mourning?)
I finally took a moment and addressed a few things here. Namely, I cleared it up so that Sushi is no longer mourning Barley and might take another lover. Same with Corkscrew. I also cleaned up Midnight's lover entry, since it shouldn't have been there any more. I forgot to do Pewter, so I'll fix her next.
I also started working on getting Longshot to marry Willow by secluding the two together. I didn't have the patience for Ashwood and Diamond Shard, who have also been dating for a decade, so I went ahead and changed their lover link to a marriage link. All in the next update, of course.
I haven't yet set up Falchion and Friesden's link. I'll wait until he's an adult. There's another link I need to clean up for her before I can do that anyway, since she and Estoc decided to get together when they weren't supposed to. :)
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Rename Friesden to Friesden. No one uses other aliases anymore and her custom name is too long.
I used the long name like that at Dsarker's request, so if he wants me to change it I will.
There are going to be a few other shakeups in the lists above, which most of you already know about. For those that don't, I won't spoil the surprise. You'll see in the update tonight (hopefully).
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If you want to add windows to rooms adjacent to a wall, you can do this:
That's not a bad idea and is something I might try. I didn't get around to it in this game year, but maybe in the next one. I also considered just putting windows in the outer wall, since they're indestructible to siegers anyway, but it does kind of grate with the RPing.
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I also suggest that you put a drink stockpile in the basement of central dormitory. Now ponies need to walk a long way to get a drink.
Didn't get around to this either, but I'm starting to come around to the idea. If nothing else I may just make another path to the kitchen area that's accessible from the dorms.
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Fauchard is a cheater. Friesden has a great teacher.
Yeah, pretty much. It seemed wrong for somepony who was supposed to be a legend to actually suck at being an axepony. Since he's not going to actually see any action it doesn't really matter. His teaching skill isn't bad, but it actually doesn't come into play much since he only teaches Friesden and she uses a sword. She skilled up extremely quickly, but that was mostly due to the two of them sparring day and night for a long time.
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It was quite some time ago when Gregor sent word back to his associates to send some of his personal guards to help bolster our defenses. I admit I wasn't sure if I should accept at the time, given the possible political repercussions, but it's a completely personal matter, and I suppose he can have personal guards here in Dawnpick if he wants them anyway. In any case, a squad showed up today:
A gorlak stallion(?) named Kor'tann
A unicorn stallion named Prickly Pear
A unicorn mare named Desert Rose
A darkbolt stallion named Fyodor DEAD
A zebra stallion named Mbalo
And a slippy pony mare(?) named Tikkiri
They're all equipped with some moderate armor and crossbows, so I'll see about giving them permission to train in our barracks. Halberd probably won't like it... but I don't want to turn down the offer for help just yet.
In reality they're all regular ponies of course. I might be able to change the actual castes, but that would probably introduce stability problems if I did.
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I was a bit surprised to see a new group of ponies arrive at the gates around lunch time today. At first I thought Coupledye had sent more soldiers for our protection, but it turns out they sent mostly masons and carpenters. To help bolster our defenses, I suppose. Here's who arrived today:
A unicorn mare mason named Breccia
A pegasus mare carpenter named Acacia
A pegasus stallion carpenter named Band Saw
An earth pony stallion mason named Cobblestone
An earth pony stallion named Generic
The last one, Generic... he claims he can do a little of everything. We'll see what he can help out with. In the mean time, I think we'll be setting the new arrivals to work building some new housing for themselves. We've run short again, with the new ponies arriving. At least there's room to sleep in the hospital in the mean time.
Post by: DVNO on May 27, 2012, 11:54:50 pm
Clear Skies and Alpine trudge down the stone steps to the dungeons. Clear strode down to Jaxler’s cell with a cocky confidence, while Alpine stayed a step behind him nervously
“Are you sure we’re supposed to be down here, Clear?”
“Shut up, Alpine”
Clear rattled Jaxler’s bars with his torch
Jaxler was laying in bed. The pony wasn't really as scared of the walls as much as he was stressed about losing his crossbow. The last couple months had worked him down, and now he really didn’t fear the walls anymore. “ug.. please just go away...”
“So this is the mighty Jaxler? I thought you would be taller.” Clear laughed
Jaxler sighed. “What if I told your dad about this?”
“Pfft, Splinter doesn't care.”
“Clear, Don’t make enemies with the nice stallion with friends in the guard, okay?”
“It’s just...this!? This drunk mess is what everyone is worrying about?”
he leans closer to the bars
“you know, I could be a better guardsman than a waste like you.” he said smugly
“Maybe, I mean you don’t know how to use a crossbow and you probably can’t fight for shit, and would probably do a better job dying the ground red if you ever got in a fight with anything half your size.” Jaxler then sighed once more and pulled his covers over his head.
“you um... what was it... you not being nice to Jaxxy, stop it!” exclaimed Moral from the next cell over.
Clear skies closed his eyes and grinned “Oh, no he didn’t. No he just didn’t.” He picks the keys off the rack “Alright, tough guy, you want to do this? Let’s do this! Let’s go!”
Alpine snatches the keys away
“Oh no you’re not!”He looks at Jaxler apologetically “ He’s not a total jerk all the time! He’s really nice when you get to know him!”
Clear bucks alpine in the side “Give me those keys!”
He slides the key into Jaxler’s cell door and swings it wide open
Jaxler got out of bed. He really didn’t want to fight him, but he wasn’t just going to sit there and let some foal beat the snot out of him. “Come at me bro.”
“Hah, I can see it now; Clear Skies the brave, First notable kill, Jaxler Blackflutes! The bards will sing about it!”
The Colt lunges at Jaxler
Jaxler doesn’t move.
Clear collides with a mass twice his size and stumbles back
He squints, puts Jaxler’s head in a headlock without any significant pressure to do anything, and slowly moves his neck up and down, trying to do the mental math on how to do this.“Hmm, hold up, I’m gonna kill you, just have to figure out how...”
Jaxler sighed, usually he was pissed when he beat this shit out of somepony, so he had to fake his rage when he told Clear skies his lesson. “You shouldn’t be harsh to those who share your blood.” Jaxler sighed, and threw the back of his head toward the forehead of the pony on his back.
Clear skies is flung into the back wall of the cell, giving him mighty strong concussion
“Aw, Buck! Buck, Buck, Buck!” he cried, grasping his skull
“See Clear? See what you get? Idiot!?” Alpine jabbed in
“That’s it? That’s all you got?” a dazed Clear mumbled through a cracked tooth. He takes a terribly aimed swing
The swing hits jaxler square in the face, but the pegasus didn’t even move an inch. “Alpine, you got a problem If I knock your brother out?”
Clear looked back at his brother, pleading with his eyes for him to say something, So he could back out of this with a little grace. Alpine looked at Jaxler and shook his head in a negative, he wasn’t going to cover his brother's ass for this one
“Son of a...” Clear growled
Jaxler shrugged and threw his forehoof toward the Clear skies’ head
Clear’s jaw is raised six inches straight up, and knocked him out cold
Alpine Sighs “you sure got ‘em good, Clear.”
He picks Clear up by the hind hooves and drags him out of the cell
“I am so sorry about all this...”
He closes the cell door and locks it
“Personally, I think you’re the best, you shouldn't be behind those bars...”
Jaxler sighed and walked back over to his bed. “It’s fine, I did stab somepony... Still, you shouldn’t let your brother treat you like that.”
He smiled at the thought “yeah, that would be amazing..” He lifts his brother onto the first step of the dungeon stairs “Really, he’s nice when you get to know him.”
Clear snapped back to life
“you are dead Jaxler! Dead! I’m going to tell my dad! And Jury! and Virtue!”
“...That you almost let Jaxler out of the dungeon?” Alpine quipped as he drug him up the steps
“Shut up!” Clear hissed
“You also tried to kill me.”
“Yeah, that too” Alpine agreed
“Alpine, could you once, just once take my side? This isn’t over!”
Post by: TALLPANZER on May 28, 2012, 10:01:07 am
This scene takes place about a week after Stiletto's return. Its up late because I am a lazy jerk.
Gregor quietly enters the dining hall, his wife and daughter in tow. The two mares seat themselves at a small table away from other ponies, while Gregor heads off to retrieve their food.
Stiletto walk into the dinning hall not too long after Gregor sits down. She looks about the hall as she enters and spots Gregor after a few moments. “What should I be doing now?” she asked the earth pony and Pegasus standing quite close to her,
“Um... smile? Try to look at ease?” Flux says, neither smiling nor looking at ease himself.
“well.. You could try not standing straight all the time. That looks pretty intimidating.” Kat suggest.
Stiletto leaned her head down and tried to keep a smile on her face as she spoke “Like this?”
Kat nods happily and smiles “Looks good!”
Flux nods also. “Definitely better.”
Stiletto points her smiling face in the direction of Gregor’s table “Should we all go at once?” she looked back at the two of them unsure how to proceed.
“Yep yep! Going together sounds like a plan, I’m not in my guard’s uniform too so maybe not as intimidating? And Flux’s not a very intimidating pony too!”
Flux can’t help but chuckle a bit at the concept of him being intimidating.
Stiletto trotted over to Gregor’s table, stopping not too far from it and giving a small wave of her forehoof. “Hello.” she said with a smile
Gregor looks up from his plate to see an enormous maroon alicorn mare standing across from him. “Ah... hello there. ”
“You are mister Gregor yes? My name is Stiletto Landsknecht and I wish to speak with you about incident at the trade depot.” the smile never left her face
’That accent... enormously tall and muscular... a Deutschmeiner, for sure.’ “Ah... a rather bloody tale, that... should we really be discussing that over lunch?”
Stiletto’s smile became very awkward and she looked to Kat for help
Kat, in attempt to support Stiletto, suggest something.”I believe there’s no proper time to discuss this.. kind of things. So Lunch might aswell have to do?”
Flux coughs a bit at the suggestion. “Maybe... we could talk when he has time, instead of at lunch?”
“Yes, I think that would be best. We can talk later, in private if you don’t mind.”
Stiletto shifted her nervous gaze between each pony. “Where would be a good place to talk?” she asked
“Perhaps... somewhere outside? it’s fairly nice out.”
“All right. Would it be acceptable to speak at the south road?”
“that sounds like a good enough spot, yes.”
Stiletto turns to leave “I will meet you there then.” She walked to another table and spoke to Flux as she went “That seemed to go very well.”
Flux nods and smiles at Stiletto. “It did! Did you want me and Kat to come with you to the road later, too?”
“I would appreciate your companionship there. My grasp of Mid pony is still quite shaky.” Stiletto stated.
Kat beams her a smile “well I’d be glad to help!”
Flux nods again. “Me too!”
Stiletto looked around and tapped her hooves “Should we get something to eat while we wait?”
Sometime latter, Stiletto stood outside at the south road tapping her hoof and looking at the sun. “How long has it been?” she asked Kat and Flux.
“Um... too long. I don’t think he’s going to show up...”
Kat frowns slightly as she continues to wait. sighing and flopping her ears “He said he’ll be here..”
As they wait, a figure finally comes trotting up the road. not Gregor, but somepony else: the young pegasus mare that had been with him earlier.
It takes Stiletto but a moment to recognize her. The great amethyst Alicorn waves to the pegasus in question “Hello.” she said smiling again and lowering her head
Kat beam the incoming Pegasus a smile aswell. Recognizing her.
“Uhm, hello.” she responds, stopping a few meters away. “I’m... sorry about dad, he didn’t want to come...”
“Why did he not wish to come?”
“well... dad’s always been really suspicious of... of Deutschmeiner.. He said... that the safest thing would be to have as little to do with you as possible.”
“Safest thing? He has nothing to fear from me. I only wanted to talk about what has happened.”
“I know, and that’s why I came out here. It just seemed so rude to leave you waiting out here like that.”
“I thank you for doing that much at least. Is there anything you would recommend that I do to get around this social obstacle?”
“W-Well...” she hesitates for a moment. “I-I was there that day... I.... I guess I could tell you what I saw...”
“If that is too painful to remember, I will understand.”
“No, it’s alright, I-I’ll be alright...”
“Very well then. Please tell me the first thing you remember about the incident.”
She sighs,taking a few moments to calm herself before beginning a vivid account of the events of that day.
Stiletto nods slowly as she listens to the tail. At its end she speaks, her head held very low “I am so sorry it went that way. Did you lose anypony close to you?”
She shakes her head. “No, I didn’t know any of the ponies who... died. Mum was shot when we ran, but she’s doing much better now.”
“Do you know anything about the diplomat? Can you tell me anything at all about them?” Stiletto said, trying to move the questioning somewhere less sensitive.
“No, not really. Dad was the one who talked with him most of the time. I know his name was Shadowglaze, and... dad seemed to think he didn’t actually know where Glitterglen was, and he was misleading us.”
“So this caravan was meant to go to another outpost?”
“Not exactly. They were supposed to visit several outposts along the way. We stopped at two other places before we came to Dawnpick, and there was supposed to be one more before we got where we were going.”
Stiletto tapped her forehooves together while thinking “Can you tell me any detail of how the Rainbow Coalition might react to this situation?”
“Well... as horrible as it may have been, I really don’t think the Coalition Council will want to do anything about it.” She hangs her head. “If they even hear about it at all.”
“Are you going to be alright? I can stop if this is making you uncomfortable.” Stiletto said with a soft tone to her voice.
“What? Oh, no, I’m fine now that... now that we aren’t talking about that day.”
"Can you think of anyone that might seek retribution for the caravan and its goods?”
“Dad seems to think the Shadowglaze Freight Company might send some of their contractors here, to... well to make an example out of Dawnpick. He already sent a letter to my sisters, asking for some of our own. I... couldn’t tell you how many, or what sort of weapons or anything, though.”
“Would they be susceptible to monetary based persuasion?”
“Our people? no, dad asked for only the most loyal employees to be sent here. Some of them, I’ve known since I was a filly. They wouldn’t betray us.”
Stiletto rubs the side of her face “I did in fact mean the ‘contractors’. I would like to know if we could pay them to leave Dawnpick alone.”
“Oh! No, I think they would probably be just as loyal to the Shadowglazes. Contractors aren’t like mercenaries, they generally stay with the same employer for life.”
“Could we perhaps pay the Shadowglazes Freight Company itself?”
“Well... you heard what happened to miss Virtue, right?”
“No, I have not yet.” Stiletto raised an eyebrow ‘She did not mention anything’ the Alicorn thought to herself
“You haven’t? Well, you see, they sent another diplomat recently,, and... something happened, and miss Friesden fought with her, and ended up killing her. There’s a rumor going around that she was sent here to kill miss Virtue. Dad seems to believe it, too.”
Stiletto breathes in deeply and back out heavily “They did what? Why would they do such a thing?” Her massive frame trembled with anger and regret.
“I-It’s like I said. They wanted to... to make an example of her, so nopony else will defy them again.”
She closed her eyes and clenched her teeth “nutzlosen narren.” Stiletto practically spits the words.
“Uhm... sorry?”
“I am sorry, I lost my temper, Lady Virtue is very important to me.”
“It’s alright, I understand. Is there anything else I can do for you?”
“I can think of nothing more. Please try to enjoy the rest of your day.”
“You too, miss... Stiletto? I’m glad I could help you, and... I’m sorry about dad.”
Stiletto put her hoof to her forehead “I am sorry, I did not ask your name.”
“Oh! Oh, I’m sorry... my name is Marilee. Marilee Spreadstyled.” She grins, holding a hoof out to Stiletto.
The large Alicorn reached out a hoof to Marilee “It is very good to meet you Marilee. You have been very courteous this day.”
“Nice to meet you! Marilee!” Kat chirped.
“Thank you for coming to meet us here, Marilee.” Flux gives her a small smiles, despite the grim topic they were discussing.
Post by: zomara0292 on May 28, 2012, 10:17:02 am
Hmm. These figures must be faulty. Jury ponders, running her eye across the sheet of paper for the third time. She has procured a report of the town’s stocks for herself, the officious pony preferring to keep a large library of up-to-date documents for every eventuality. One trend she had been expecting to see, though, was resolutely not materialising. Alcoholic beverage consumption had hardly fallen at all over the past while; very strange, considering the most voracious drinker in the fort should not have been getting his hooves on any. Who did Virtue assign as guards to the dungeon, anyway? Surely none of them would contravene my explicit orders? I shall have to check with Partisan; perhaps he can shed more light on this matter. With that, the purple mare hops off her seat, letting the sheaf of documents she has been rifling through fall to the desk, and opens the door just in time to see Partisan’s distinctive silvery tail and rear end disappear from view, the guard captain heading in the direction of the keep. Hmm.
Partisan himself was rushing, knowing he was later than usual in performing his usual ‘duties’. He didn’t want to fly, or it might perk up Indigo’s ears, or worse. That and, this would be considered illegal in Jury’s eyes. One more thing I am hiding from her. He thought disgusted him. Hiding things from his own could-be mate. That is not something he should do. Ever. If he does decide to wed her, he will have to tell her everything, including Jaxlers file. If He noticed that he was slowing down again and began his rush again, until he reached the Food storage area.
The food stockpile? Is he planning another one of those...candlelit dinners? Jury smiles, more curious than ever, the matter of the alcohol mystery falling to the back of her mind. She simply had to see what was going on, now. She flattens herself against the wall of the nearest building, ignoring the curious looks from passers-by. When Partisan came back out of the hall, she would see him and continue following.
Looking around, he noted every choice he had. Carrot juice, non-alcoholic. Strawberry wine, too strong. This is just to keep him sane and alive. Apple cider, perfect. And with that, pulled the selected barrel and carefully poured some into a smaller jug. That should be enough.
Satisfied, he quickly made his exit in the direction of the well. “Maybe I’ll. . .” his words caught themselves in his throat. I need to work on my saying my thoughts out loud.
Seeing the black pegasus reemerge, Jury quickly scoots round the edge of the building, trotting as stealthily as she can along after him. Where is he going with that, hmm? That is not the way to his office...
The well felt like it was on the complete other side of fort and rushing there tired him out a bit. Partisan wished he could just fly there, but, looks were still quite important. Hidden in a nearby bush (assuming the well is outside the fort) was a barrel. That barrel was put there recently to keep it from getting dirty, but, he still checked it and cleaned it out anyway. That took a long while, aside from filling it up most of the way with water. When he was done, though, he just dumped all the cider into the barrel and hoisted it on his back. Now to the cell. and off he went
With a sinking feeling in her stomach, Jury watches the proceedings from a fair distance away, making sure to stay concealed as best she could. Her own intelligence is leading her to conclusions she, frankly, doesn’t want to even consider, but rather than back out and pretend she hasn’t seen anything, she continues to shadow Partisan. Watered-down cider had very few uses, but she could think of one in particular that really, really made her hope she was wrong. If it were anypony else...I hope he is doing something, anything other than what I think he might be doing...
Reaching the prison cells was back breaking work. Partisan shrugged off his heavy load as soon as he reached where the barrels of water were stored for Jaxler. They were of different sizes. Some pure water and some mixed, though Partisan could not tell which fit which category without test tasting. I better get back to my room before Jury finishes with her work. If she saw me here, she would be furious And that was his thought process during his calm stroll back to his office. At the door, he started to knock, and remembered, for the thousandth time, that she would not be inside. With a slightly depressed sigh, he opened up the door slowly.
Meanwhile, after Partisan had left, Jury was examining the barrels one by one, carefully opening each of them in turn and testing them. A sizable portion of them are clearly alcoholic, some even strong enough to be almost like a pure alcoholic beverage. Her face twists in anger, an intense feeling of betrayal welling up inside her as well. Jury knew full well most of the ponies in Dawnpick would happily disregard her orders, that was a given, considering how she treated them. But Partisan...she had trusted him. Trusted him to do his duty, trusted him to adhere to her wishes, and this is what she got for it? Betrayal and sadness war briefly with feelings of anger and rage, and rather than storming straight to Partisan’s office in a state of incandescent rage, Jury simply seems to deflate, feeling crushed. Using her magic, she bores holes in all the barrels, letting them drain onto the floor as she walks home, her head bowed in dejection. IOh, Partisan...
(several days later)
Partisan raced his way to Jury’s office. Who would have done such a thing? Who is twisted enough to try and purposefully kill him?
He had finally decided to visit Jaxler and officially apologize to him for what he had done when he noticed that the floor smelt of strong liquor and other forms of booze. When he went into the water storage room, though the floor was dry, there visible holes in some of them. The only thing he could think of at the time was to tell Jury so she could help him start a formal investigation
But now at the door, knocking with urgency, Partisan wasn't so sure that it was the best idea to get her involved.
"Who is it?" calls Jury, sounding bored. Paperwork was much less fun without Partisan, she has discovered, but lately she would rather the guard captain simply disappeared off the face of the world rather than do anything with her, paperwork or otherwise. She would just keep intercepting the spiked barrels, and that would be that. Better that than have to confront the one pony in this town whom she actually liked.
“Partisan.” He said as he opened the door. Or, tried to, at least It seemed to have been locked.
“I need to talk to you about something important.” Something felt off in his head, but he just couldn't place it. Jury’s door was never locked before.
Important? I will show him important! fumes Jury, the mere sound of that traitorous, deceitful bastard's voice getting her all worked up again. "Come IN!" she yells, irate, ripping the door open despite the lock with an anger-empowered telekinetic pull.
Partisan stumbled in sheepishly. She was angry. Very angry. I think she found Jaxlers papers. He had a guilty look on his face that he could not hide. “You're mad.” He said in the most matter of fact way he could muster. She could get flustered sometimes, even happy, but he has never seen her angry. Not like this. And now he had a front row seat to her wrath.
"Mad? Partisan, I am not mad; I am furious." Jury hisses in a deathly cold voice. "I thought you cared!" she accuses, rising to her hooves. "I thought you cared, Partisan, about your job, but while I expected some ponies to try it, never did I suspect you would be smuggling alcohol to Jaxler, against my explicit orders that he be forbidden it! Why? Answer me, you corrupt, conniving cur! And what else are you hiding from me, you pathetic excuse for a guard captain? WHY?" Her voice rises into a full shout, rage and hurt at his betrayal evident in every syllable, the papers she has been reading through unconsciously crushed into a ball in her fury.
The fact that Jury still didn’t know about Jaxler’s files, yet, would have been a relief in itself if it weren't for the fact that she was now questioning whether or not he had been hiding anything else from her. Partisan though he knew her well, but this kind of reaction. The guilt he felt from her words began piling up as he realized how much he actually hurt her. He had to tell her everything, and soon. But one fact remained, he didn’t want to tell her about Jaxler “I did it because I care. I don’t want you to have th-”
“You are an utterly useless, unfit guard captain! I thought you, of all ponies, would understand! I thought you, of all ponies, would have actually tried to enforce the terms attached to Jaxler’s imprisonment, but instead I find even the p- even you are as corrupt, debased, and utterly- utterly scummy as the rest of them! I explicitly said no alcohol for that mindless, disgusting thug, and while I expected that some ponies would naturally try to flout that rule, I also expected that you, as captain of the guard, would have had the moral integrity to marshal yourself and your subordinates and try to put a stop to the smuggling, not to actively aid it! Why? Is the comfort of a violent criminal more important to you than- you disgust me!” Jury rants, practically screaming at Partisan, apoplectic with rage as she stalks round her desk, moving right up in front of the pegasus. “I thought you were different, but you are just like all the others. Deceitful and corrupt. You did it because you care? Care about what? Nothing other than your own pathetic wishes, or those of an unrepentant criminal. Certainly not mine, Partisan, whether as a- a friend, or as a judge. That much is clear.”
“I DON’T WANT YOU TO KILL HIM!” His voice rang loud enough to echo through the hall. “I know you may have sentence ponies to their death before, but have you ever watched one die yourself?” His voice dropped as quickly as it rose. “I don’t want you to have to see that. That why I was trying to wean that idiot off of booze. If you were to pull it away, like you did, he would die within the week. I didn’t want you to be responsible for that. No. I will not have you responsible for any deaths here.”
“Why oh why are you so dense? There is zero, none, nada, no chance of him dying just because he is not getting any of his precious booze to relax with; if anything I am doing the scumbag a favour and improving his health by punishing him so! I do not believe a word of it, Partisan; and even if I did, why, WHY did you not approach me directly? And here-” she abruptly throws a stack of papers at him, forcing him to reflexively catch it - “look at these. Tell me what you see, or did you already know about this? Somehow, I imagine that might be true! Judging by these figures, either the rest of the town has stepped up their drinking to accomodate the deficit left by his imprisonment or huge amounts of drink are being smuggled into him; much more than you have been putting in the water supply! DID YOU KNOW ABOUT THIS?” Jury yells, nowhere near done yet. “Answer me!”
Partisan first rushed over the papers, but noted one odd correlation between the graphs for this year and the ones for last year. There was not a discrete drop, as though one or two ponies were doing jaxler a service, but a slight increase in the amount of alcohol being consumed in all of Dawnpick. It was as though Jaxler, their largest wasn’t even imprisoned, but on a binge.
“No, I knew nothing about this.” There was no way that he could convince her that he was telling the truth, and he knew that.
“And I didn’t approach you directly because. . .” his words found themselves caught in his throat, “because I was sure you would get. . . like this.”
“Damn it, Partisan! You have made things a thousand times worse by going behind my back, I assure you!” Jury turns away, pacing back over to her desk and rifling through a few more papers. “He is not getting a cushy, booze-saturated nine months in prison, that I can assure you. Either you will work with me on shutting this smuggling down, or I am going over your head about it; is that clear? You will submit to my authority; as an agent of the Crown my sanctions issued and all conditions attached are final!”
“I. . .” Partisan paused and decided that it was better for his relationship with her to submit.
“Understood. I will start the investigation right away. And I will keep no more secrets from you.” Starting with the one that nobody knows about. Not even Virtue.
“Just give me some time to regain your trust.” Partisan left his head low, not daring to look into Jury’s eyes.
“You will have quite a job doing that,” snaps the irate mare, sitting back down in front of her desk. There was so much she wanted to say to him, but she refuses to let her icy demeanour slip. Feelings of personal hurt and betrayal could take a back seat to the more professional side of the matter, for now. “Quite a job indeed. Now get out of my sight.”
Partisan left wordlessly. He had a job to do. Jury wanted him to stop the smuggling of liquor for Jaxler, and, by his own words, he will do it. He had to earn back her trust. One flame still burned in his mind, though. When he said he would not have Jury ever take the blame for thoughtless pony-slaughter, he meant it. He had enough of death himself, and he did not want her to feel the pressure that it can bring. To that end, he was determined to find a way to prove to her that Jaxler needed the bare minimum to survive. At least for now.
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(No more than half an hour after Being confronted by Jury)
Partisan thanked Panacea for her time and rolled the papers she gave him in with the other papers in his bag. Leaving out he spotted Kat.
Kat was, indeed, rather bored. She’s not on duty at the moment and there’s not many things to do, and all the other ponies are busy. So she’s just, sitting there, in her casual dress and hat, watching the clouds and letting her mind flow free.
Still tender from his “talk” with Jury, he felt as though he should talk to her. After all, it was my judgement that brought her there in the first place. That reasoning had stuck with him ever since he was awakened by Indigo the day of Jaxlers arrest.
“How are you feeling?” He asked as he slowly walked up to her.
Kat perk up her ears and quickly shot up to her hooves with a quick salute instinctively when she hear Partisan’s voice, “I’m, um.. Fine, Captain. You?” she replied before slowly lowering her hoof.
Partisan had to admit, he was so use to her being in armor and mane back, that she caught him off guard.
“Well,” he coughed out before catching himself, “I. . . could be better. Jury is having me look into ponies giving Jaxler booze. According to his sentencing, he is to have nothing but water.” The thought of the consequences of that made him sigh. “And though I agree with why, Jaxler is a well known addict. That means he can suffer from withdrawal. And for such a heavy addiction as his. . .” He chose not to finish his sentence. The thought alone was making him depressed.
I don’t want her to face that.
“Ah..” Kat replied with a nod “I.. can imagine how bad the withdrawal could be.” she said, sighing slightly before sitting back down, tucking her legs back to herself.
Partisan sat down next to her and looked up. He knew that she didn’t like Jaxler very much, but she didn’t seem to like the possible outcome herself. I should be there to here, cheering her up, not being depressing.
“We shouldn't really be talking about such depressing things. Sorry. What are you looking at?”
Kat beam her captain a smile at his apology, “It’s okay Captain. And, I was looking for a cloud that I could shape into something. The sky’s been awfully boring lately, Maybe I’ll make a cloud formation or something. Something to do when there’s nothing to do you know?” Kat answered. Pondering what to do with that one particular cloud.
Partisan thought about it himself and found that he could only settle on one thing.
“Why not shape it into a loved one. . . or maybe just a heart.” He said something after that, but it came out very rough and mumbled. It was almost completely indecipherable, though the words “you care for” could be heard.
“hmm.. that’s not a bad Idea.” Kat nodded with a smile. “Who or what would you shape it into?” She asked, wondering if her captain would like to join her in her cloud-shaping hobby.
Partisan was reluctant to mention who he wanted in the clouds, only because he knew that their current relationship was a secret, if it still existed.
“I am none too sure. There is this one tourmaline I have seen lately. I am thinking of buying it, but, I am none too sure about it anymore. But it is really quite A sight to behold. I might make that. Or you guys. You guys have always been there for me.”
Yah, thats right. We have been through so much together haven’t we.
Kat d’awwwd at that, beaming happily “Aww.. you’re so sweet Captain.” She said.
“I. . .” Partisan blushed from the praise. something he hasn't done in a long time. And then it hit him. He was feeling better. He wasn’t beaming with joy, but, he felt content.
“Thank you.”
“You’re welcomed..” Kat said with a smile, She wasn’t sure what Partisan thanked her for, but she guess it was a good thing anyway. “Anything to help, Captain. So! want to shape the clouds with me?”
“I would, but Jury would have my flank if I delay the investigation any longer.” With that, Partisan stood and saluted out of habit. When she returned the action, though, he gave her a hug instead, which was cut short in a moment of embarrassment. He opened his mouth to apologize, but ran off without a word.
Kat blushed as well from the hug, confused to see her captain blushing and running away.. but then simply smile and sits back down again, watching the male pegasus trotting away.
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Partisan packed away his files neatly and placed the newly written sheet of paper on his desk. Jury was never really one to like mess and clutter. In fact, it was the only reason why he didn’t have his piles like in the old days.
I hope this works. He thought to himself as he shut the door of his office, not bothering to lock it. It would be opened in less than thirty minutes anyway. If he plans this correctly.
Partisan made his slow trek to Jury. It had been days since they last spoke. And, now that he had what she asked him to bring her, he could break the silence.
Hearing the knock on the door, Jury scowls even more at the papers she’s holding, tossing them to the side decisively. Only one pony knocked on her door like that, and she still doesn’t feel like seeing him. Nevertheless, she has to remain professional; he was the closest thing she had to a coworker, after all, and the town’s legal department could not be thrown into disarray just because of personal issues.
“Come in!” she calls, in a deeply unamused-sounding voice.
“I have the list of suspects you wanted me to find.” Partisan spoke as he opened the door. Just wide enough to get in and quickly close it.
“I also thought it would be appropriate to write up an arrest warrant for all known perpetrators. Acting against a judge's verdict is punishable by a minimum of a weeks Jail time, if I remember correctly.” With that, he handed her a small stack of papers. Each one had the names of ponies, including himself, who have been in and out of that room for the past month, their reason for being there, and why they were suspected. And under the stack, was an arrest warrant for only one pony.
Jury flicks through the sheaf briefly, running a bored eye over each of them in turn before coming to the last page, the arrest warrant.
“Partisan,” she begins slowly, before cutting herself off. He was right again, as usual; she had seen him guilty with her own eyes, and as he had apparently not managed to prove his point about Jaxler evidently “needing” alcohol...
Suddenly unable to meet the pegasus’ gaze, she practically slashes at the parchment with her quill, scribbling a hasty signature to authorise the document.
“Before I go take this to Kat, I wanted to catch up. Its been days since we last spoke. Even after the ‘Moral’ incident, you chose to send a runner to me instead of see me face to face. And, well, I rather not leave until I have really spoken to you.” Partisan did not rehearse his words, but in his mind on the way there. He knew that it would be a while until they next spoke. He didn’t want to leave her just yet.
The purple mare narrows her eyes as she glares at Partisan, hesitant and suspicious. Sign his arrest warrant then have a friendly chat? He is up to something.
“Well then, speak to me and have done with it,” she replies brusquely, her gaze piercing him.
That was the look in her eyes that he expected. Strong. Fierce. Cautious. The reason why he asked her out in the first place. He looked directly into those emerald orbs.
I wish I could give you gems as beautiful as the ones you already have.
“How are things?” He asked, no longer sure of what he really had planned on saying.
“Things are subpar, Partisan, as you can no doubt tell. Very much so.” Jury replies briefly, still wondering what the guard captain was up to. Something was off.
“Yes, I know. And I am very sorry about that. But, we should talk about that later. Right now, it might be a bit easier if we talk about events. Li-” His words cut short as an internal alarm ran off in his head. He was about to say the wrong thing at the wrong time. Plus, it was time for him to leave.
“I guess I won’t get to catch up with you. I have a sentencing to deliver. Before I leave, I should tell you, though. You should go to my office. I left something important there that you would need. Also, the commitment to my promise of not hiding anything from you ever again.” With that, Partisan grabbed the warrant and rushed out. Only the sarcastic though of his smooth words to keep him company on his way to Kat.
She watches him go with an impassive expression, stony-faced behind her desk up until about fifteen seconds after Partisan has left, whereupon she blasts all the sheets of paper off her desk, hurling a couple of books at the wall in a tantrum for good measure. She never thought she'd ever not enjoy passing sentence, let alone actively hate it, but here she finds herself getting upset over just such a thing. Damn it! If only that fool had just left that cur to thirst for his precious alcohol than given in! I thought they were friends no longer, but...
Unable to even think coherently any more, such is her fury, she practically rips the door from its hinges, snapping it wide open and slamming it violently behind her as she storms out, heading straight for Partisan's office in hopes of finding some answers to this mess. Abusing Partisan's door in the same manner as her own, Jury picks up the uppermost paper on his desk, reading the note she finds there with a raised eyebrow:
Jury,
Lower cabinet, reach in the back, pull out the box there.
00C957
Partisan.
Curiosity now totally piqued, Jury does as instructed, placing the small wooden box on the tabletop and deftly unlocking it. Inside, she finds...more papers. Lots of papers; a huge stack of crumpled, slightly yellowed parchment with two much fresher pieces on top. What is all this? How much was he hiding, and what?
She starts reading through the entire sheaf, or at least she intends to, but after finishing the second piece of new paper Jury leaves the box to one side, grabbing both in her magic and galloping out of the room, barely remembering to lock the door behind her.
Partisan walked into the barracks, calmly. it was difficult to make it seem like nothing was out of the ordinary.
“We have another arrest warrant to take care of Kat” He said, barely keeping his face calm. I hope she doesn’t complain about this.
Kat perk up her ears as she hears her captain entering, Saluting him along with Kit as well as they were just practicing using the crossbows as hammers. “Another warrant, Captain?” she asked for confirmation, curious as who they’re going to arrest again.
“Yes,” he answered as he tossed his pack over to them, “also your stance is wrong, Kit. Your legs need to be farther apart. If you get hit like that, you will be knocked right over. If Jaxler was here, you would learn that lesson the hard way.” He then motioned for them to stop, and look in the bag.
Kit squeaked and nods, blushing slightly “Um.. s-sorry Captain..” She said nervously, but Thankful that he corrected her without having to knock her over. Kat watches in interest to see what’s Partisan got for them today. “Who is it this time Captain?” She asked. Curious as always.
“It’s all in the bag. This is Kat’s assignment, though.” He turned his head to her as he spoke. This might be his last lecture for a while.
“As second in command, you will be called upon to make tough choices if I am indisposed or unable to perform my duties. So, you will need to be ready to defend your friends and family, and uphold the law. Open the bag and read what’s in it.”
Kat was beginning to feel cautious, but she opened the bag non-the-less and begin to read what’s in it. Kit was sure to give her sister the space since it seems to be her thing to do at the moment.
Partisan watched as her eyes went wide. Almost like when he himself when he had hugged her much earlier.
“So, are you ready to do what needs to be done?”
“Well.. can I ask why first?” Kat asked. Still quite unsure in this whole ordeal. Kit just seems confused.
Partisan sighed. With the exhale of his breath went the hope of Kat putting the two things together.
“Remember when I told you that I was doing the investigation for Jury. She wanted all known offenders of the violation to be persecuted. So I did my job.”
“So.. you’re.. arresting yourself?” Kat asked, unable to quite process that in her mind. Kit was even more confused.
“I did my job.” He repeated himself a second time, hoping she would get the message. ‘I expect you to do the same.’
“wait wait wait, hold on for a second.” Kat said waving a hoof, then rubs it at her forehead “so, let me get this straight. you did your job, and that, somehow, calls for you to be arrested, and so with a warrant as well, you come over to me and want me to arrest you, Am I getting this correct?”
“Basically. I broke a law. I was wrong for that, and the situation required my arrest because of it. As second in command, your duty is to fill in where the Captain cannot. I cannot place myself in the cell, so you must.”
After getting it cleared, Kat just shrugs “Well, alright Captain. You want me to shackle you too?” she asked, eyeing the cuffs just in case he wanted it aswell. Not that much bothered by the fact that she’s going to have to arrest her superior.
“This is your show, not mine. It is up to your best judgement on how you want to handle this.”
Partisan was trying his best not to take over. She was handling the situation quite well. Much better than he would.
“Well. Alright then Captain, I’ll just cuff you just in case, I mean, If I were to just walk you to the jail and put you in there you could’ve easily just buck me in the face and fly away. Or shoot me, oh the possibilities are endless. Until I cuffs you, maybe tie your wings together, and disarm you. Nothing personal yeah captain? I like you and all that but, procedures. You know how it goes.” Kat said with a little shrug, Of course she liked Partisan and she didn’t want to do this to him, but hey! Duty calls. what can you say?
Partisan said nothing, but slowly moved in close so she could do as she said she would. it was a long procedure, and the weights on the chains were a lot heavier than he though. His slightly bloodied cutie mark of a curved spear showed clear than it ever did before, and that concerned him. But there was nothing he could do about it.
“So, can we go?”
The door is flung open violently, and Jury gallops inside, a document and a small box carried magically behind her.
"Partisan! What are you doing, you idiot! You had this statement from Panacea in that chest of yours all along! Get those chains off him, you two idiots!" The unicorn's face is flushed, clearly out of breath and near the end of her tether. Somepony, namely her, had made a big mistake, and at last she begins to see what Partisan might have been up to.
Kit squeaked at being called an Idiot even though she didn’t do anything at all, Kat was less than joyful at her new nickname by the judge. “right then.” She said. She’s more annoyed by the fact that the Unicorn couldn’t have had burst in earlier before they’re done with everything, but isn’t complaining as she began to undo the chains and ropes. Kit had to help.
“Really? That is what caught your attention first?” This confused him more than Jury actually considering allowing Jaxler to have any booze during his sentencing.
“You didn't see the one abo-”
"The one about what? Never mind, Partisan; this document exonerates you, you fool! You must have known that! If Panacea, as a certified medical doctor, says that at least some supply of alcohol is necessary then- then...Partisan, I am waiving all charges unconditionally!" Jury shoves the document towards him, keeping the box by her side.
“Wasn’t there another paper with the document? Oh forget it. let me make you dinner to make up. . .” His voice trailed off as he realized that they weren't alone, and he turned to the other two, trying to think of some way of explaining.
Kit dropped her Jaw while Kat gives them a knowing look and smile. Patting her captain on the shoulder, “Have fun, Partisan.” Kat said with a little chuckle.
That went much easier than he could ever hope for. At least, that’s what he thought, until he turned back to see the unamused face Jury was giving him.
“Err. I am going to run along, now. I have an angry mare to appease.”
Kat couldn’t help but to chuckle at her captain’s awkwardness, “of course you do. Go on! don’t keep her waiting!” she said as she sends Partisan away to confront his angry marefriend.. What a surprise, Partisan and Jury? Who would’ve thought.
Partisan and Jury walked to his office together. Not that he could complain, they never got the opportunity to do that before, and, after two years of dating, it was nice.
“Did you get the um. . . . Paper for the. . . . “ And after two years, he still found himself hung up on words when around her.
"Paper for this?" she inquires, opening the box to reveal the emerald ring nestled inside. "Yes, Partisan, I did." Jury gazes searchingly at him as she opens his office door, ushering him inside with an unreadable expression.
“Great.” He tried to force out the proper words, still stuck between his brain and his throat.
Please don't make me do this again. And after two years, she hasn’t made easier for him to do so, even though he knew she knew what he was trying to say. Partisan took in a deep breath.
“Jury.”
"Yes?" she replies, still holding the ring and box before him, looking mildly amused now that everything is starting to make sense. "You really are a horrible pony, Partisan, manipulating me like that. You knew that document was in there, you put it there yourself, and you must have known how Panacea's statement there would wholly excuse what you did." She shakes her head in disbelief, a very slight smile on her face.
“I had to prove to you that I was doing what I did from good intentions. That I wasn’t being corrupt. if I didn’t, I couldn’t ask you this question. . .” Partisan choked on his words again, but this time he tried to play it off.
“I had been thinking about this for a while and well. . . The last few days have affirmed how I feel about you. I never wanted to see you disappointed by me again, so, along with my vow never to hide a secret from you again, I made an internal vow to make right my wrong. and, this was the only way I could see it getting d-”
"What was the only way? Speak up, Partisan, you silly foal." she teased mercilessly, waving the box around gently.
“Marry me.” His words came out more rushed than than clear. He wasn’t sure if it was the best move he could make, Jury wasn’t liked, and, if she wanted to keep their union a secret, it would only make it harder, but, this was the choice he wanted.
Jury nearly drops the box, caught completely off guard. "You- what? I thought- this is more than just a gift? Partisan, I- are you sure? I mean- nopony has ever..." She looks at him with newfound awe, viridian eyes wide.
His catching her in shock restored a small portion of his confidence.
“If you don’t think I am, then make me sure. Marry me.” Words clear and calm. He made it a command, this time, than a question. He looked right in her eyes and took one of her hoofs in both of his.
“I want you to make me sure that this is the best decision that I have ever made. I want to make sure that I never bring you disappointment again. I want you to be a permanent part of my life, so marry me.”
Jury stares at him, dumbstruck, before taking the ring out of the box and throwing the now-useless container aside, where it clatters to the floor. "Partisan...really? Not many ponies would even so much as nod to me in the street, are you- I accept, of course I accept!" She just lets Partisan hold her hoof, still slightly in shock.
Partisan held her hoof, beaming like a drunken pony.
Drunken. That reminds me.
“Then let's celebrate. Remember that cider we had when we first met?”
"You have more?" Jury asks, slowly coming back down to earth. "How much more?"
“Another barrel. It takes, about a year to get to full strength. if you want, we can skip dinner tonight and get straight to the drinks. We have a lot of planning to do in the morning.”
“I think that is a very good idea, Partisan. A very, very good idea.”
Post by: ansontan2000 on May 28, 2012, 06:14:16 pm
Post by: Kryptid on May 30, 2012, 01:57:04 am
Having just finished eating her lunch, Sarissa still had some free time left before she needed to return to her duties. She played around with her fork a bit, tapping it against the now-empty tray using her magic; her mind was busy with contemplation. The mare had successfully created a spell for the purpose of improving her situational awareness. Now that she had proven to herself that she had a modest capability to craft spells, perhaps now she should make an attempt to generate a more offensive type of magic. During her studies, she had learned a great deal about the properties of blood. That was where she had also decided to start with her next spell.
Unfortunately, there was another element to the concept that she knew little about: heat. There were no fire spells or the like within the only magic book she had. Experimenting with it without supervision could have more dastardly consequences than simply botching an eye. Even after she had healed, her vision had never returned to 100% in her left eye. For the sake of safety, she needed a professional. She had heard rumors about a new member of Dawnpick; the red alicorn. It was said that he had used some impressive fire spell to intimidate Jury. What was his name again? Moron? Mortal? It was something like that. The copper unicorn got up from her seat in the dining hall. It was time to go pay him a visit. She would, however, remain cautious around him; it was also said that he was insane...
Moral was working at the craftpony’s workshop and was having a great time. The alicorn had gotten out jail recently and couldn’t help but feel happy, and now make things better somepony was walking over to the red pony. Moral lowered the half finished craft he was carving and gave an infectious smile. “Hello um... ug.. GOD DAMNIT WHAT’S THE WORD! oh, got it! Hello there Sarisser”
After having entered the workshop, it was pretty easy to tell which of the crafters she was looking for. Together with Stiletto, this guy was probably the biggest pony here. As she approached him, he appeared to quickly take notice of her as well. She wrinkled her nose at his greeting, “Hi...” Sarissa responded in an unsure tone. Sarisser? Maybe that’s just his accent, “I heard that you and Jury had a little ‘incident’ the other week. Something involving fire. Is that correct? Do you mind if I have your name?”
Moral frowned at the mention of the incident. That mean old Jury just had to make Moral angry. “Well, my name are Moral! Um... what your name?
Well, she was close to having his name right. The axe-pony was becoming a bit confused by his behavior. Didn’t he just mention my name? “That would be Sarissa. You were close to saying it right the first time.” She then cleared her throat, “I suppose I should get straight to the point, Moral. You happen to know how to magically produce heat and fire, yes? I want to talk with you about that when you get some free time. Is that alright with you?” Her tone remained business-like.
Moral’s smile reappeared. “Oh, right now would be fine. I no is doing anything um... I am currently not partaking in any substantially important matters and would be willing to converse with you.” Moral then looked down at the craft he was working on. The alicorn’s horn then started to glow and the little craft he was working on spontaneously combusted. the pony kept his eyes fixated on the flame. “And I am much more then capable of starting a small fire.” The pony then lifted the burning item with his hoof, not being the slightest bit burnt.
Now things were getting weird. This guy seemed to have the intelligence of school-aged colt, if that much. Now he’s burning his own creation? Maybe the others were correct about his state of mind. If that’s so, he definitely shouldn’t be playing with fire. Sarissa’s eyes focused in on the flaming item, “Hey! Put that out! Don’t you know this place is full of wood?! You could burn this whole building down!” she snapped, “I didn’t mean for you to make a fire right here and now!”
Moral’s smile once again disappeared. “Oh, calm down, it’s only a little flame, and do you honestly believe a grand master pyromancer couldn’t keep his flame from growing exponentially l or extinguish it given it got slightly too big? Also if this whole building did catch fire I could just do this.” The pony’s horn the glowed once more as the fire in his hooves was extinguished and reignited over and over in a similar fashion to a lamp that had its switch constantly flipped.
Sarissa groaned as she placed a hoof to her forehead, “Ugh, well, could you at least bring that thing outside? I still don’t want to risk any accidents.” The unicorn began to exit the building, mentally processing the unusual change in voice and personality of this strange pony. She was having a hard time figuring him out. Now standing on a wide patch of sand, she motioned to him, “Right here would be good...” At least this bare soil would have been a safer place to have a fire.
Moral followed after the pony keeping his fire nearby. the grand master was irritated at how she could honestly think him incapable of controlling his own creations. “So, what exactly do wish to learn.”
Using telekinesis, the armored mare lifted Elegy into the air, “I want to enchant the blades of my axe. What I have in mind is a bit specific. Um, how do I explain this...” She rubs the side of her head with a hoof, “...I want it so that whenever blood touches one of the steel blades of this axe, it will either boil or burst into flame. However, I want to to be so that the blades themselves are not actually hot to the touch; the one and only thing they will burn is blood. Also, I’d prefer if the spell were not permanent, but could be fueled by my own magic when I desire to have it in use. I know a good bit about the effects of magic on blood, but almost nothing about magically-conjuring heat.” Sarissa pauses for a moment, “...did I explain that well enough?”
“I understand fairly well what you are wishing for, but before you even fantasize about a axe that boils blood, you need to know how to boil liquids magically. Once that is done you should easily be able to have your axe make things boils.” Moral then smiled and took a flask out from under his wing. “Please, try your best to boil the contents of this flask.”
She looks at the flask, then back to Moral, “To be perfectly honest, I don’t even know where to begin...” Thinking for a moment, the unicorn sighs, “I’ll give it a shot, though...” Feeling for the Strings of Fate, Sarissa takes note of the complex and constantly-changing weave that connects every little piece of the fluid to itself. Do I pull them apart? Make them change faster? Alter frequency or tension. She begins to fiddle a bit with it randomly. The liquid in the flask vibrates and bubbles. Still, no heat develops from her actions and the liquid stays pretty much liquid.
“Wow, looks like you really don’t know what you're doing.” How Moral knew the water wasn’t boiling without taking his eyes off the flame was a mystery. “you know those strings that keep this entire world together? Take each and every individual one inside that liquid and knot them all together, then stretch them violently.”
The mare cut him a glance from narrowed eyes, “Um, yeah, that’s why I’m here with you instead of doing this on my own...” Her attention returned to the container. Was his advice really such a good idea? If his suggestion caused a lot of strings to snap, that could cause some unpredictable side effects. Still, he was the ‘master’. She focused in it, twisting them around neatly in circle until they were tangled. Next, she pulled the mass at both ends, but not too harshly. The result caused the water “cough” a large bubble of steam, but half of the liquid remained. “...is that any better?”
Moral raised an eyebrow at the sight of the water steaming, though still he kept his eye’s on the fire. “Well, yes. by all means yes, but be more... barbaric when you pull the strings, I want them to be torn by the time you're done.”
Sarissa looked around to make sure nopony else was close enough to be harmed if something went wrong. Pulling her helmet on more tightly and peaking over the upper edge of her shield, she began to wrap the strings together tightly once more. It took her about 10 seconds to get them how she wanted. Now she pulled with all the magical strength she had in her. A loud hissing sound emanated from the water as a combination of steam and frothy water billowed from the opening. Inside, the water boiled so violently that the glass cracked and shattered. The mare panted after the exertion, “Oh...*huff*...I didn’t mean to break your flask there...”
“Wow, looks like you made it both boil and detonate.” The stallion knew that given Sarissa hadn’t halved the contents of his flask she could have covered him in sharp glass, but he preferred to focus on the bright side. “Well, great job. Usually ponies take around a week to actually make something explode. You might actually want to use that spell you just casted as the base for your enchantment.”
“Hmm, well it does help...although I certainly want it to more controlled than that; I don’t want my axe to explode. Practice makes perfect, I suppose?” She walks over a bit more closely to him, “Thank you for your time. This should help give me some of the direction I need.” Sarissa looks over to the shattered remains of the flask, “Um...you probably want me to pay for that, don’t you?”
Moral’s horn glows and the fire in his hooves goes out. “Oh, nah I be happy if I pay fo it myself!” said Moral gleefully. Why anypony would expect him to want them to pay for something was beyond the jolly alicorn’s head.
Puzzled by this reversion back to his original personality, Sarissa began to wonder why he was doing this. Trying to get attention? Just having fun? Or was there really something wrong with his head? “Alright then...thank you...Moral. I suppose I will be seeing you later, as I must get to the barracks.” The militia pony trotted away from the red giant, feeling uneasy about the whole encounter. With a combination of fire powers and an unstable mind, he could be a potential threat to Dawnpick. She would keep an eye on him for sure.
Post by: Impending Doom on May 30, 2012, 11:22:46 pm
Jaxler had be anxious. the walls of the cell were more annoying now then scary, and the amount of boredom he felt was deadly. between smacking around irate foals and sitting on his bed, the only thing that was even remotely interesting was talking with the few ponies that visited him. Marilee, Granite, Flux, Silver Tongue, Amor, and Midnight were the few ponies who made this whole torment bearable.
The pegasus had a list of things he was going to do when he got out. among which were, getting his crossbow back, getting stone cold drunk, and finally he had some plans for Marilee. All of which gave him something to look forward to and the pony knew he was almost done with his sentence but hadn’t the slightest clue exactly how many more days he had. The pony would have asked Saber on occasion, but the guard seemed to always have an excuse to not show up and when she was on duty, the pony always found a way to sleep on the job. So, Jaxler just sat on his bed and waited the day way, that is of course until he heard a pony walking down the stairs. “who’s there?”
“Jaxler? It’s me, Marilee.” The familiar crimson-coated pegasus stepped into view.
“Oh, hi....” Jaxler really wasn’t expecting her, and was more or less hoping that it was somepony who would let him out of jail. “So, how you been?”
“Oh, I’ve been very well, thank you. I imagine you’re feeling very well today, right?”
“Um, I no really, why?” The little pony was completely oblivious to today’s significance.
Marilee looked perplexed. “You... don’t know? Jaxler, today is your last day in prison. You get to go home today.”
“Wha...” Jaxler was shocked, he honestly thought he had a few more days are even a week more until he got out. “Really?”
“Really! I wanted to be here when you got out.”
“Damn... nine months go by fast... Oh, um, and thank you for being here.”
“You’re very welcome, Jaxler.” Marilee sat down by the door to his cell. “So... what are you going to do when you get out?”
“Well, there are a few things I plan on doing. the first thing I’d do is try to get my crossbow back, then I’d probably celebrate with a few kegs of booze.”
“Would you mind very much if... I came along?”
“Drinking is always more fun with company”
Marilee giggles quietly. “So... it’s a date, then?” she says jokingly.
Jaxler got a big smile. “Oh, well, I’d love to go on a date with you.” said Jaxler half jokingly.
“So, as soon as you’re free, or later tonight?”
“Sure, I’d love to go on a date with you tonight.”
“Great! Where should we meet?”
“I’m gonna talk with virtue after I get out. So, how about I mean you at your house after I’m done with that.”
“Okay, that sounds good.” Marilee reached a hoof through the bars and held it out to Jaxler.
Jaxler took Marilee’s hoof with his own and smiled. “It should be.”
"Holding hooves now rather than clattering people in the face? My, perhaps prison actually rehabilitated you a bit rather than served as merely a punishment. One can only hope," drifts a sarcastic voice from the stairway. With a jingling of keys Jury steps out from the shadows, a sardonic grin on her face at the sight of the pair. "I have a lot of business to get back to with Partisan, so I shall not drag this out. Perhaps next time, hmm? Or maybe you could even surprise me; stop the whole chain of repeat offenses. Pigs may yet fly!"
Jaxler sighed heavily and dropped Marilee’s hoove. As much as he loved the idea of getting out of this hole, being stuck near Jury was just painful. At least the thought of Jury’s malevolent presence (incessantly? I like that word right now. (Feel free to edit the word in)tormenting Partisan later on made him feel slightly better.
“Jury,” said a pony in a calm yet firm voice, “please stop trying to torture Jaxler. And, last night, you said you would tell him. Though, if you want, he can find out with everyone else. I would rather have him by my side during the event.” From behind the purple mare came Partisan, hoping to make amends with his old friend.
"Well, Jaxler, you will undoubtedly be delighted to know that Partisan and I are, well-" she lowers her head to reveal the ring round her horn "-engaged to be married. I am sure you and, ah, Marilee are absolutely thrilled to hear it, hmm?" Busying herself with finding the right key, her grin widens.
That was a low blow. Jaxler already had gained a disliking for Partisan. The pony had already demoted Jaxler, put him a box, and didn’t even stand up for him when Jury, the same pony he now wanted to marry, demoralized him for fun. And now, he wanted to marry the one pony who took his crossbow, and could have killed him in the most horrible of ways. “What the buck, do you mean by, ‘be by your side during the event’, Partisan?”
“As my best pony. Also, your crossbow is in my office for safekeeping. If you would like to meet me there, later, I would be more then happy to give it back to its rightful owner.”
Jaxler was shocked. He really didn’t know what to think. “I... I don’t know...” He really, really, didn’t like Partisan. he felt like the pony had stabbed him in the back on multiple occasions. “I... give me my crossbow back and I’ll give you an answer tomorrow.”
Partisan continued without skipping a beat. "You have been there for me countless times. We are boltmates, regardless of the fact that we are in diffrent squads now. I don't want there to be any ill between us." And, as Jury opened the door, he extended a hoof.
"At least give me this one honer." It was his time to plead now.
Marilee stood back from the open door, waiting on the sidelines expectantly.
“um...” Jaxler sighed heavily. “sure...”
"Um, sure!" mimics Jury, rolling her eyes. "Stop begging, Partisan, you are better than that. I will never understand why you keep trying to associate with this trash. You can see it in his face and hear it in his voice; he cares nothing for you, just the promise of his oh-so-precious crossbow. He will disappear from your sight after you return it, I guarantee it." She steps back from the open cell, looking bored. "Can we not keep it as the lovely paperweight it is, Partisan? Jaxler, you could consider it a wedding gift, hmm?"
"Jury, be reasonable. You said it yourself, he might have been reformed. Plus, I am partly responsible for him being in here." Partisan looked her in the eyes and gave her his 'I-O-U' look that he used to get his way with her. "Anyway, we have a lot to catch up on, Jaxler. I will leave you and your friend talk. Just don’t forget your bow." Saying what he needed to, he nodded, whispered some words into Jury's ears and slowly walked off.
"I suppose my most exquisite paperweight is on loan for a while, then, at least until you offend again. Or perhaps you will actually have reformed, and then I will not have to waste any of my time processing you again. Win-win, would you not agree?" Jury trots off after her fiancé, stopping at the staircase for one last parting shot. "I hope you are content with never firing it again, though!" she cackles, skipping up the stairs and leaving the pair to ponder what she meant.
Marilee waited until Jury is out of sight, before deflating visibly. “Wow... I know you’ve told me all about her, but... seeing her in person...”
Jaxler sighed, and was visibly distressed by what Jury’s words. “Yeah, she is a jackass...”
But Marilee refused to have this day ruined, and in just a few moments her smile had returned. She threw her forelegs around Jaxler’s neck and hugged him tightly.
Jaxler was caught off guard by the hug, but eventually eased into it. “Thanks”
Marilee slowly released the hug, giggling. “I’ve been waiting nine months to do that.”
“I hope it was worth the wait.” Jaxler then looked toward the stairs. “what do you think Jury meant when she was talking about my crossbow?”
“I-I think she means she’s going to try and get you removed from the reserves.” At least, she sincerely hoped that was what Jury meant.
“God, why can’t she just leave me alone?”
“D-Do you want me to come along?”
“Sure...”
Post by: Maklak on June 01, 2012, 12:48:11 pm
(( Some time after Jaxler's arrest and a little over a week after Indigo's visit to Sarissa. ))
Indigo wakes up in the morning, cleans in his bowl of water, spills the contents out the window and dresses up to train with his squad. As he leaves for the dining hall, he sees Sarissa's door opening. He stops and notices that the mare is wearing an eyepatch. "Sarissa? Did you hurt your eye?" He asks with slight concern.
Groaning in regards to the inquiry, the armoured unicorn cuts a glance over towards him, "...so what if I did? Why would you care about what happens to an 'evil' pony?" Why did Indigo have to be the one to ask?
"Oh, you're still obsessing about that? It was just a poor choice of words on my part. Anyway, I don't want ponies to get hurt, including you. If you'd rather not tell me, that's fine, though." says Indigo.
Well, perhaps that's something of an apology, but it doesn't do much to make Sarissa feel better. The copper unicorn rarely forgives and never forgets. Still, there was probably no real harm in telling him. "I busted it up when I tried to fix some short-comings with my Vitalsight spell," Sarissa unhappily admits.
"Oh... Fiddling with spells can be dangerous. You shouldn't be doing it without supervision. If you even want to continue, that is. What does Vitalsight do, by the way? Alters your perception to detect living things?" Is she dabbling in necromancy?
So he's going to lecture me about safety now? "You don't say..." she replies sarcastically, "and I WILL continue; a little sting in my eye isn't going to deter the likes of me. I'm pretty sure I've got the problem licked, so it's not like it's going to happen again. I may not be the world's best spell-crafter, but I have enough sense to make-do with what I know." The mare rubs her bad eye, "Vitalsight, essentially, is just 'blood-vision'. It helps me see the inner workings of creatures..."
"Seeing blood? Why would you want to do that? I mean, I would expect maybe Chestnut to want such a spell for diagnosis, but you? No offence intended, but you are focused on killing things. Why would you be so determined to see their blood, while it is still inside them?"
She growls lightly at his ignorance, "So that I can know for sure that they are dead when I strike them down. If you're alive, I can see your heart beating. You can't hide that from me. Plus, I can know what internal injuries or weaknesses a creatures organs may already possess. If I target those, I can end the fight more quickly. On top of that, I may also be able to see to what extent my fellow soldiers are injured. That way I can help them more effectively."
Indigo frowns. "That makes sense, although... well, casting and maintaining a spell takes some concentration. I know next to nothing about the spell from your description, but as it alters perception, the price for letting you see blood better could be making you see other things worse. I know my opinion doesn't count for much here, but to make your spell useful in combat, I think you'd have to be able to cast and maintain it almost effortlessly and be very familiar with what exactly it does for you. Otherwise using it may do you more harm than good. Not because of the spell itself, but because its side effects could result in you making mistakes. If you even get it to work without hurting your eyes, the next step would be to try to use it when sparring."
"I have used it in combat before, and I don't keep the spell activated all the time. If the first look doesn't suffice, then I start turning it on in short 'bursts' as I need it. The risk of hurting myself stems from trying to figure out how to make it work in the first place, not in practicing it after I've solidified the theory..." Sarissa's level of annoyance was increasing. Indigo was making a lot of assumptions about her ability to fight properly using magic, "If I had found this a hindrance in battle, do you think I would still be pursuing it? Not only that, but I've considered creating a second spell as well. It might not be easy, but inventing spells is rewarding for those with the patience and grit to figure them out."
Indigo frowns and nods. "Alright, it seems you're at least taking the right precautions. As for me, I was never much good at inventing spells. I can learn existing ones and with practice am able to fine-tune them for exactly the effect I need, but that's about it. I leave inventing spells to unicorns whose special talent is magic."
"Let them do all the inventing that they want to. If you're happy with only the magic you can read in books, then that's just your preference. I've never seen any instructions for getting the results that I want, so I've had to figure this stuff out mostly on my own," she sighs with lowered brows, "It's not like I know anypony in this fort who has a lot of expertise in spell-crafting." Or at least none that I'd wish to approach about the matter.
"I don't think, I can be of much use. I mean if I find the time, I could stand nearby and carry you to the hospital, or otherwise contain the damage if you botch something, but beyond that I wouldn't be of much help. I'm afraid, I also don't know of any skilled magicians in Dawnpick." Much less any, who would want to work with you.
"Thanks..." Sarissa answers with no actual appreciation in her words, "...but I think I'll be just fine."
Indigo rises his brow, nods, and they both walk downstairs in silence. As they are about to part, Indigo asks. "So... about you training with my squad. Is your offer still valid?"
She pauses for a moment in thought. Even if she had a beef with Indigo, there's no reason she couldn't help the other reserve members. "...when might you need me?"
"Three days or eight days from now would be best, apart from that, I'd need my schedule, but for the most part, I can adjust to when you have the time. Except for days when some other soldiers come to train with us, of course. I'd appreciate if you told me when you want to come at least two days in advance, instead of just showing up." answers Indigo.
"...I'll think about. You'll get your answer soon enough." Her tone is not enthusiastic.
"Thanks." Indigo nods and they part their ways.
(( Well, she comes 'three days from now' and there is probably going to be another scene about it. ))
Post by: Telgin on June 01, 2012, 01:20:27 pm
For a list of players controlling ponies, and which ones were renamed, see the first post.
That list is massively out of date, unfortunately. Well, the player list is up to date I think, but the pony list is many updates old. I'm determined to fix it after the next update, which should happen tonight barring catastrophe.
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I included surnames, because some are funny. Dates of birth are included to know the age of ponies and when they can organise birthday parties. I occasionally added other comments; in particular "Young adult" are children, who have grown up in recent years. They joined the workforce, but the eldest one is 14 and it is best not to romance with them in roleplay. But then again, Firesden and Falchion are a couple in-RP and Telgin didn't scram.
Pony ages are all kinds of screwy, and I wish I'd fixed this like I intended before embarking. Kind of late now though. Anyway, somewhere between 5 and 6, ponies are effectively adults so it technically shouldn't matter if they romance at this point. Strange to think about though.
And I'll admit the Friesden / Falchion thing is still kind of strange, but the players involved seem okay with it so I won't gripe. Of course, Falchion was only 2(!) at the time, so he was even younger than I thought, but it's kind of late to change anything about it. :)
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-> Peridot Willfuldawns (???) (I was unabble to acess in-game data.)
This I think I can shed some light on. I'm pretty sure she was abducted many game years ago.
Way back when Dawnpick hit 100 ponies, it mysteriously went back to 99 and I couldn't figure out why. I thought maybe I just imagined we hit 100 ponies, but I also suspected that it might have been an abduction, but couldn't figure out how or who it was. Peridot never grew up though, and her information isn't available. I'm pretty sure this is what happened to her.
It happened so long ago and was never mentioned that I decided to just sweep it under the rug. Something like this should have gotten a lot of attention when it happened, but I goofed and missed it so it's probably for the best to ignore her very existence. Or say she left Dawnpick peacefully at some point if it ever matters.
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Lovers:
Ashwood Wondrousbothered (PPM, 7th Opal 155) and Diamond Shard Mastersmiles (PPF, 26th Slate 146)
Barley Brightpeppers (EPM, 15th Opal 171) (DEAD!) and Sushi Wireembraces (PPF, 19th Opal 167) (Mourning?)
Castiron Kinflights (PPM, 26th Slate 161) and Balsa Grownlarks (UPF, 21st Malachite 157)
Cinder Charmedflicker (EPM, 17th Timber 177) and Alum Bulbcrested (UPF, 19th Opal 183)
Grapple Creaturerights (EPM, 5th Timber 144) and Quartz Riverlocks (PPF, 21st Malachite 148)
Longshot Wheatsnakes (PPM, 10th Galena 143) and Willow Strawdistant (PPF, 10th Slate 136)
Midnight Braidbud (EPM, 1st Timber 142) and Oil Macepony Mansnacks (UPF, 19th Opal 140) (??? Midnight should have no lovers ???)
Powder Miner Flingpines (EPM, 23rd Opal 162) and Oil Macepony Mansnacks (UPF, 19th Opal 140)
Powder Miner Flingpines (EPM, 23rd Opal 162) and Pewter Dressvines (PPF, 24th Obsidian 170) (??? Pewter should have no lovers ???)
Storm Cloud Buttonedmornings (PPM, 6th Moonstone 250) and Floral Hallblossomed (EPF, 13th Malachite 256) (Both young adults)
Wool Bridespices (UPM, 19th Felsite 176) (DEAD!) and Corkscrew Matchedsnack (PPF, 19th Opal 176) (Mourning?)
I finally took a moment and addressed a few things here. Namely, I cleared it up so that Sushi is no longer mourning Barley and might take another lover. Same with Corkscrew. I also cleaned up Midnight's lover entry, since it shouldn't have been there any more. I forgot to do Pewter, so I'll fix her next.
I also started working on getting Longshot to marry Willow by secluding the two together. I didn't have the patience for Ashwood and Diamond Shard, who have also been dating for a decade, so I went ahead and changed their lover link to a marriage link. All in the next update, of course.
I haven't yet set up Falchion and Friesden's link. I'll wait until he's an adult. There's another link I need to clean up for her before I can do that anyway, since she and Estoc decided to get together when they weren't supposed to. :)
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Rename Friesden to Friesden. No one uses other aliases anymore and her custom name is too long.
I used the long name like that at Dsarker's request, so if he wants me to change it I will.
There are going to be a few other shakeups in the lists above, which most of you already know about. For those that don't, I won't spoil the surprise. You'll see in the update tonight (hopefully).
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If you want to add windows to rooms adjacent to a wall, you can do this:
That's not a bad idea and is something I might try. I didn't get around to it in this game year, but maybe in the next one. I also considered just putting windows in the outer wall, since they're indestructible to siegers anyway, but it does kind of grate with the RPing.
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I also suggest that you put a drink stockpile in the basement of central dormitory. Now ponies need to walk a long way to get a drink.
Didn't get around to this either, but I'm starting to come around to the idea. If nothing else I may just make another path to the kitchen area that's accessible from the dorms.
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Fauchard is a cheater. Friesden has a great teacher.
Yeah, pretty much. It seemed wrong for somepony who was supposed to be a legend to actually suck at being an axepony. Since he's not going to actually see any action it doesn't really matter. His teaching skill isn't bad, but it actually doesn't come into play much since he only teaches Friesden and she uses a sword. She skilled up extremely quickly, but that was mostly due to the two of them sparring day and night for a long time.
Post by: Maklak on June 01, 2012, 04:48:21 pm
(( Captain's meeting, after Jaxler's arrest in early 262 ))
The captain's meeting begins as usual: reports, training schedules, equipment, anything dangerous spotted and so on. After all this mundane stuff is addressed, it is time for Virtue to ask "Does anypony have anything to add, or are we done here?"
Indigo rises his hoof. "Well, I'd like us to discuss a few topics. Firstly, there is an old rule about wounded soldiers getting armour upgrades. While it made sense a few years ago, when steel was scarce, now there is plenty and that rule is obsolete. Either each soldier should be provided with the best reasonable protection or getting more should be based on combat prowess, proving oneself in battle or something like that, not getting wounded."
Glaive responds, "I certainly agree that we have the materials to keep every solider in the best armor, but the rule as is allows for more than just more armor. When Falcata was injured in service to Dawnpick, Virtue had her peytrel decorated for her. Or do you not think she deserved that?"
Indigo sighs. "I don't mind a few soldiers getting extras, especially if Lady Virtue approves it. My point is that, if all the soldiers in Halberd's and Naginata's squads got heavier armour sooner, there might be fewer injuries, and Falcata did get a heavier mail shirt with all the decorations. Look, I just think that we should revise old rules from time to time, to see if they still make sense or can be improved. Maybe it would be better to change that rule or add additional ones, rather than simply scrap it. I spoke my mind, so please discuss it."
"Well I can see where Indigo is coming from in this case. New armor won't fix a lost horn or a broken wing, but it can prevent it, and that is the goal of the Military. To prevent as many injuries as possible." says Partisan.
"Actualy, Glaive had a good point," Halberd adds. "Bardiche might be an idiot getting hurt like he did, but by the rules he's supposed to get some decorations added to his armor. Stiletto too, after her encounter with that giant snake underground." He looks at Virtue disapprovingly. "That's way overdue for Badiche."
Indigo almost facehoofs, but just sighs instead. "I really don't think getting wounded should be grounds for getting a reward, but looks like I'm in the minority here. We have the resources, so... fine, I will speak no more of it as long as soldiers are provided adequate protection."
(( Telgin says: It's supposed to be an analog of the Purple Heart, but whether that's appropriate or not for this I have no idea. It's what I'm going with anyway. :) ))
Halberd snorts, but says nothing further. Virtue frowns, and jots something down on a sheet. "It is the rule... I'll talk to the metal workers about it right away, Halberd. Anyway, I think Indigo is right. All of the militia have full suits of steel armor now, but some of them are still wearing older equipment that Billows could do much better than now. We're swimming in smelted steel and iron, so I think it might be a good idea for Billows to start work on some newer equipment for them. If we do end up needing it, I'd hate to know we could have done better..." Halberd grunts in approval and leans back in his chair.
After the verdict is reached, Indigo speaks again. "Another matter is the recent arrest. It went rather poorly and while it is Jaxler's fault for resisting, it was a screw-up and as such, an opportunity to revise our procedures and to see what went wrong and how to fix it."
"I don't see what is wrong with our current arrangement. Minus some bad choices on my part, we have been able to work well with what we have. Plus, the case with Jaxler was..." Partisan pauses for a second until he finds the right words, "an abnormal circumstance in itself".
Indigo rises his brow. "I believe we should prepare for some abnormal circumstances. Such as arresting dangerous criminals, or maybe trying to take some intruders alive. For one, I'm quite surprised, why our police force uses crossbows. Not that we don't need a squad of soldiers with ranged weapons, but it should be quite obvious, that they are poor choice if you want to take somepony alive. Most places use blunt weapons to knock out the wind out of assailants, and break a few bones at worst. What can you do with a crossbow, if you don't want to wound or kill? Aim for the legs?"
"Training to use a hammer or mace would take time and crossbows can work fine as weapons themselves. Build one sturdy enough, and they can crack a bone without breaking itself. Plus, its the best method of detainment we have thus far." answers Partisan.
Fauchard, having been mostly quiet thus far speaks up. "I disagree Indigo. A crossbow is probably the best weapon for the guard. If they need to kill something or somepony dangerous, then it is a good weapon, capable of killing even a pony in full steel plate at a distance, it can also strike at range to wound a fleeing criminal, and by simply turning it around it can be an effective bludgeon for use in melee. This is especially true of a metal one. It might not be the best tool for that job, but it's flexibility is undeniable."
"True, Jaxler used his crossbow for sparring and it hurt," admits Indigo. "The arrest proves however, that there is an even better method of arresting ponies. The tactics of a few unicorns holding a culprit down until they either choke him or knock him unconscious works quite well. Me and Oil Macepony used to do something similar to Jaxler during our sparring, but he usually managed to escape or at least hit us back and it always pissed him off too. With Sarissa it was much easier, and Stiletto can do it alone, so I recommend to normally use three unicorns to take a pony prisoner. I suggest that we organize a cross-squad training in performing arrests for unicorns and make a rule, that the guard captain can temporarily draft any soldier to his squad, when he needs to arrest a dangerous criminal."
"I guess I can see how that's better. Plus, the ability to change my squad depending on the situation might help a bit." agrees Partisan.
Glaive speaks up again, "The point about using magic to restrain ponies is a good one, but Partisan, I would suggest you keep private Sarissa away from future arrests, she is a capable fighter, but she is also a violent sociopath. Despite what she claims now, I have no doubt she would have slain Jaxler and put his skull on display, had Falcata not intervened."
Indigo interrupts. "I've talked with Sarissa and she was just going to knock Jaxler out. If you want a proof, her first strike broke his wing, but didn't leave a cut, which means she hit him with the blunt side of her axe. In fact it was Falcata, who interrupted her and thus gave Jaxler more time to wound the rest of us. I was there, didn't any of you read my testimony?"
Glaive responds, "Of course I read your testimony," he starts sounding a bit insulted, "And I told you, I don't care what statement she gave, I don't believe it. The axe may have been grasped by magic but that doesn't mean it's direction couldn't have changed if her concentration was messed with, which it was."
Indigo sees no way to convince Glaive and has no intention to antagonise him further. He is loyal to his wife. The blue pony lets out a sigh. "So, I suppose, Glaive is right for the wrong reason. Yes, keep Sarissa out of police duties, but only because some ponies are afraid that she will hurt them given the chance, not because she is actually going to do it."
Glaive looks to be ready to respond to Indigo's words when Fauchard looking a bit concerned steps up, to get the conversation back on track. "I don't know if it is a good idea to give the guard captain such power over the militia." he begins cutting his son off, "Commanding the militia is Halberd's job, and Partisan shouldn't have such power over Halberd's soldiers. No offense to you Partisan, but isn't that a bit too much of a centralization of power? If Partisan needs assistance from the military for an arrest, he should go through their Commander, or the Duchess."
Halberd's expression turns a bit sour and he says, "No, we need to keep the two forces separate. I'm responsible for the militia and Partisan is responsible for the guard." He looks at the pegasus captain and adds, "If you want to train some of the civilian unicorns or somepony from the reserve to add to the guard to help out, that's your decision. I think it's best if you keep to just flying ponies, but it's your choice."
Naginata nods. "Unicorns could be useful for magical detainment, but one of the whole reasons we formed the guard in the first place and made the pegasus only rule, was so they could fly to any threat quickly. An alicorn would work too, of course, but Stiletto is already a militia pony and Moral... well, I'm not going there." She looks at Indigo. "Maybe we should just train some of the reserve to assist in that case? You and Oil Macepony are unicorns, and you seemed to handle yourself well during the incident anyway."
Yeah, I stayed out of trouble. "Well, me and Oil Macepony sort of trained this already, but we never managed to hold Jaxler immobile for long. We can slow him down easily and hold him in place with some effort, though. As you know, any of you can assume command over me and my squad at any time. As long as Partisan has a relatively quick way to ask for more support if he ever needs it, I think we're fine." says Indigo.
Halberd nods. "That would be best I think. We need some way to communicate between squads, but we should keep things mostly like they are otherwise. How we do that, I have no idea. Some magical thing maybe, I'm no unicorn."
"While we are on the topic of what went wrong, we should develop a triage and have a procedure on helping the wounded." proposes Partisan.
Indigo nods. "That's a very good idea. While there were some accidents, most wounded ponies, were hurt in a battle. Normally you want to move the wounded to the hospital as soon as possible, but under some circumstances it may be better to give them first aid on the spot. Somepony may also be forced to decide, who to help first. I had all my squad learn these things from Panacea for two weeks after we found wounded Kit in the caverns and we carry around some bandages and other healing supplies. I recommend that all squads do the same and have a dedicated pony with some more medical knowledge."
"Now that is something I can get behind," Halberd says, his expression brightening a bit. "Now that we finally have somepony else to help Panacea, maybe she or Chestnut can help actually train militia ponies in first aid."
"Yes, that's an excellent idea, Indigo," Naginata adds. "Things have been a bit slow in training lately anyway, since we don't seem to be imminently at war like we thought. Taking some down time to teach a few troops how to treat some injuries would be an excellent use of time."
"The only question then is who," Halberd adds himself. "I'd prefer if it was unicorns learning. Panacea is a good doctor, but already Chestnut is as useful as she is, just because of her magic. I'll have to look at the rosters and figure it out. I'd recommend Kukri if she wasn't such a fine soldier already, I hate to take her away from teaching the newcomers. Sarissa isn't cut out for this, so she's out. I don't know, I'll have to think about it. Really, everypony learning the basics wouldn't be a bad idea if Panacea can spare the time."
"Or," Partisan chimes in as the idea pops into his head, "This is just a fresh and new idea, but, it can give the reserves a bit more purpose in the front lines. Why not cross train them as medics? The last meeting we had, it was said that they reserves weren't much use, no offense Indigo, so, this could be the roll they play. They already know how to defend themselves, so we don't have to teach them that. All they really lack is medical knowledge, which they can gain working part time with Panacea. That also means she can have more hooves to help when she needs them."
Indigo frowns. "Well, as to that, we can clean and suture cuts and dress wounds, but there is not much else we could do in the field. Setting broken bones needs either splints, or casts. We can make a primitive splint out of some sticks and cloth, put that on a broken leg and carefully carry the wounded off the battlefield, but that's about it. Using the 'transmute to wood' spell to make a cast out of some plants would be a last resort. Surgery requires extensive knowledge and learning medical spells takes months. Plus well, neither me nor Jaxler don't exactly have the kind of endearing personality, you'd want to see in a healer and I don't think ponies would trust us to treat them if they have a choice. Oil Macepny, maybe. The fact that we spent some time helping butchers an burrying the dead doesn't help much either. I can talk to Panacea and use some of our time to rehearse what we already know about first aid, but I really don't see what my squad could do beyond it."
Virtue nods and scribbles down the decision. "I think it's a good idea. Something to consider anyway. I'll talk with Panacea and Chestnut about it later this afternoon. They may want to have a third set of hooves helping them out if they're going to be helping to teach ponies, but I'm sure she'll agree to do what she can. I'm sure at least one or two ponies in the reserve being trained for this sort of thing would be appropriate anyway."
"It's more than anypony in the militia knows how to do right now," Halberd admits begrudgingly. "It would give the reserves more to do if we get in a real fight. Instead of just standing by looking for trouble they could be watching for injuries and have something useful they can do other than just drag them back to Panacea. Any knowledge on how to staunch bleeding would be helpful."
"Indeed," Naginata adds. "I think we should definitely look into this. It's something we should probably have done a long time ago."
After the meeting is concluded, Indigo goes to talk to the medical ponies. Panacea and Chestnut are both happy to help out. They haven't been very busy lately, and take some time every week to show a few of the soldiers the basics on how to staunch bleeding and apply temporary dressings to wounds. More advanced things like setting bones or surgery are beyond what can be done reasonably in a battlefield situation, and so they emphasize treating blood loss and shock first, getting the wounded to the hospital second, and anything else as a last resort.
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Right after the captain's meeting, Indigo goes to the hospital to discuss his squad learning more about first aid. "I've just talked to other squad captains about a few things and they decided, that my squad is going to take care of helping any ponies wounded in battle. We know the basics already, but we could always learn more." At the cost of other things, such as sparring. "Some other soldiers are going to come here to learn bandaging wounds as well."
Panacea smiles and replies, "Of course, we'd love to help. Things have been pretty slow lately, so taking some time to teach a few of the troops a bit of first aid would be welcome. The reserves already know a bit, but Chestnut is here now so she might be able to show them a thing or two about magical healing as well."
"Well, I can try to teach them a little..." Chestnut says. "It takes a long time to learn how to do anything complicated, but I think it would be easy enough to teach them some pain control or slow bleeding spells if anypony is interested."
Panacea nods. "Naturally, anypony can learn to dress a wound, and that's infinitely better than not doing anything. But sure, we'd love to help."
Indigo frowns and nods. "Yes, spells to reduce bleeding and pain do seem to be the best choice. Alright then, me and Oil Macepony are going to learn them. Zaeroth... well, I'll find him something else do in the meantime. Will you be needing any help in the hospital, in case of an emergency?"
"Yes, well, it is just the two of us, but I've been showing my son Lancet a few things about first aid too. If we get in a pinch, he can help us out. He might be able to assist with the teaching as well." says Panacea.
"I'll take that as a 'no'. If you ever need any of us though, just ask. See you soon." says Indigo as he leaves.
Post by: Telgin on June 02, 2012, 12:32:21 am
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Virtue's Diary - 19th Slate, 262
I was beginning to think we were going to finish sealing off the caverns without any further incidents, but I was told that a giant monstrosity was spotted far off in the distance in the caverns. A massive flying lizard of some sort. If it strays too close to the encampment, it could fly right inside.
Partisan and his mares are all standing by, along with the militia as backup. I'm very, very worried.
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27th Slate, 262
A week has passed, but so far the thing hasn't wandered too close. Maybe we'll make it out of this without any trouble, but I'm not getting too complacent just yet. The guardsmares are all standing guard on the walls, and are ready to strike at a moment's notice if they're called on.
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28th Slate, 262
It finally happened. Jaxler assaulted Jury, and now she put him in jail. Normally I would think Jury's sentence was too severe, knowing her, but in this case I think I agree with her for the most part. He attacked her because she was holding his crossbow, and in the end she and Partisan were wounded, and Kat and Granite were nearly killed. It's ludicrous, and he's getting what he deserves.
I need some time to cool off before I see him. I'm not in a mood to talk to him rationally. Maybe I should see Kat and Granite in the hospital and make sure they're alright first. That will probably help calm me down, unlesss Panacea has bad news...
21st Hematite, 262
Well, we did it, somehow. Mortar came to me today and said we managed to completely finish the walls sealing off a small section of the cavern. It's not a lot, but we have access to gold ores and some underground plants, as well as spider silk. I think it will be enough, but if we ever have to explore further we'll have to build another monster trap. I don't want to start on that just yet, since we've got a lot of other things we need to divert our attention to.
But for now, I think it's high time the masons got some time off to relax and be proud of the work they've done.
28th Hematite, 262
One of the main reasons I didn't want to spend time setting up a new trap in the upper caverns is because we've been busy working on one for the lower caverns. We finally finished that today, with Flux stopping by my office to let me know the last of the spears were hooked up to the mechanisms as it's ready to use when we need it.
Hopefully we won't need to any time soon, but if we do, at least we have the option.
4th Malachite, 262
I've been thinking about doing this for a while now, but today we officially started on a new bedroom for my guard captain and his family. I was afraid to do this for a while, since I didn't want ponies to think I'm playing favorites... but it's been nagging at me for a while now. He and Falcata have served Dawnpick with such dedication, and have put themselves into protecting me with as much enthusiasm. I think they've earned it.
It won't be ready for a while yet, but I hope he'll be glad to hear the news. I suppose I won't be able to keep it a secret when he sees the construction work, so I'll have to let him in on it when he shows up for work in the morning. I'm pretty excited about it!
13th Malachite, 262
Already I'm glad that we've set up that trap in the lower caverns. We had a monster set off the early warning traps, and from what we can tell it's enormous and very heavy even for its size. If it gets too close we'll be able to handle it though, I have no doubt.
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15th Malachite, 262
Moral was the next pony to cross Jury, but yet again I don't disagree with her decision to lock him up. If what she said is true, and I do believe her, he could have killed her or somepony else with the fire he was conjuring. How he learned to do that I don't know, but he frightens me to the core. He's clearly not entirely sane, and possessed of a lot of magical power. It's a scary thought.
For now he's being held in one of the jail cells, which prevent him from using his magic at least. He'll be released eventually though, and when that happens, history may repeat itself. I dearly hope not.
Maybe I'm just worrying too much.
17th Malachite, 262
I'm having pretty mixed emotions about today. First, the sad news, I suppose.
I was headed to the dining hall today when I saw Chic standing off near the pastures crying to herself with a few of her friends. When I got close I saw what it was. Her pet goat, which came with her to Dawnpick, died today. I haven't had a pet since I was a little filly, but I didn't need to see her tears to know how much it must have hurt. I feel pretty bad for her, but I'll do everything I can to make it easier for her. I've already talked with the miners and masons and set aside an area to be dug out for a crypt for the pets of Dawnpick. A proper burial is all I can do, but I will see that it's done.
Otherwise, I was happy to see two little colts become stallions today. First was Crimson, who joined the smelters and furnace operators. That's something we always need more of, so I'm sure he'll be busy helping out.
Second, my little Valor is a stallion today. We've been talking with him for a few months about what he wanted to do when he grew up, but he had a bit of trouble thinking of something. In the end, he decided he wanted to be like his father and will be helping him work the fields. I know Harvest Moon will be happy to have him working alongside him, and I'm happy to see him working one of the safer professions in town.
Overall, it was a nice celebration for the two, and I'm sure they'll both be happy with where their lives lead them.
21st Malachite, 262
It took a little longer to finish than I expected, but the pet cemetery is finished today. We've been keeping Chic's pet goat on ice to keep him ready for burial, which we did today. Chic already looked better, but she's had a few days to come to terms with it.
At least now we won't have to worry about burying ponies' loved pets in the future.
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The area on the left with the most coffins is the pet cemetery. I felt particularly bad for Chic when this happened, since my pet cat died like the day before. Poor pony, I know what you went through. :(
27th Malachite, 262
It was quite some time ago when Gregor sent word back to his associates to send some of his personal guards to help bolster our defenses. I admit I wasn't sure if I should accept at the time, given the possible political repercussions, but it's a completely personal matter, and I suppose he can have personal guards here in Dawnpick if he wants them anyway. In any case, a squad showed up today:
A gorlak stallion(?) named Kor'tann
A unicorn stallion named Prickly Pear
A unicorn mare named Desert Rose
A darkbolt stallion named Fyodor
A zebra stallion named Mbalo
And a slippy pony mare(?) named Tikkiri
They're all equipped with some moderate armor and crossbows, so I'll see about giving them permission to train in our barracks. Halberd probably won't like it... but I don't want to turn down the offer for help just yet.
In reality they're all regular ponies of course. I might be able to change the actual castes, but that would probably introduce stability problems if I did.
1st Galena, 262
It's been a while since one of the adults was taken by these moods, but today was Marbles' turn. He was hunkered down in his glass furnace when I was headed to the dining hall this morning, and Naginata and their children were all standing around him. I don't think I've ever seen her so worried, except maybe when her children were hurt.
I reassured her he'd be fine, as everypony else has been so far. He seemed to be organizing a few things he grabbed at the time, so he'll probably get to work on something marvelous soon.
11th Galena, 262
As I predicted, the trap in the lower caverns dealt with the monster without trouble. It was indeed enormous and somehow composed of solid amber, but nevertheless the steel spears destroyed it and it will trouble us no longer. Good riddance.
Otherwise, we had a zebra caravan arrive today, and Rose handled the trading. She handled things about like I usually did, and traded away about 75,000 bits worth of old green glass windows and some of Skillet's best food for a lot of exotic ores, some wooden furniture for the new bedrooms, a fair bit of exotic cheeses and drink. The zebras made a very nice profit, but I'm proud of Rose so far. She's taking to her new job very well.
22nd Galena, 262
Marbles finished what he was working on today, which turned out to be an astounding glass animal trap. I don't know how much use we'll get out of it, but it truly is a work of art, and Marbles should be proud.
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22nd Limestone, 262
I knew Panacea had to be getting close to her due date in the past few weeks, and today she gave birth to her second son. She and Saw Dust named the little pegasus colt High Hopes, which sounds like a fine name. He's an adorable little colt, and Panacea and Saw Dust were both beaming. Well, Panacea was exhausted, of course, but at least she had Chestnut to help her through it.
And thankfully Chestnut will be there to help keep things in order while she takes some time to recover. Thankfully they've been pretty unoccupied as of late, so I'm sure she can handle it alone.
25th Limestone, 262
I was a bit surprised to see a new group of ponies arrive at the gates around lunch time today. At first I thought Coupledye had sent more soldiers for our protection, but it turns out they sent mostly masons and carpenters. To help bolster our defenses, I suppose. Here's who arrived today:
A unicorn mare mason named Breccia
A pegasus mare carpenter named Acacia
A pegasus stallion carpenter named Band Saw
An earth pony stallion mason named Cobblestone
An earth pony stallion named Generic
The last one, Generic... he claims he can do a little of everything. We'll see what he can help out with. In the mean time, I think we'll be setting the new arrivals to work building some new housing for themselves. We've run short again, with the new ponies arriving. At least there's room to sleep in the hospital in the mean time.
12th Sandstone, 262
It took long enough, but the masons set the last block into place on Glaive's new bedroom at the top of the tower. In hindsight it would probably have made more sense to move to the new floor and let his family have our old bedroom, so intruders would have to come through them to get to us, but it's a bit late for that now.
We set aside a little less than half of the floor for room for Fauchard and Friesden too. It was something he requested when we were still early into the construction, and I can see why he might want his father and his adopted daughter nearby as well.
I hope they're all happy with it. I think it turned out quite well.
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The room on the left is for Glaive, Falcata, Falchion and Balison. The smaller room on the right is for Fauchard and Friesden. The whole floor was going to be Glaive's family's, but this works too. And they've already strewn their socks all over the floor. :)
We also spent some time reorganizing a lot of the workshops, following some suggestions Amor and Indigo made some time ago. We've relocated a lot of things to be closer to the workshops, and set up new stockpiles here and there to keep fuel and other ingredients closer. The workers should be much happier with the arrangements when we're all done.
13th Sandstone, 262
Another of Naginata's children grew up today. Estoc is a stallion today, and like his older brother he followed his mother's hoofsteps and joined the militia under Halberd today. He's a strong young stallion, and I know he'll do his mother proud. I heard Halberd complaining about his playful personality, but I've seen how serious Estoc can be. I'm not worried about him at all, I know he'll do well.
19th Sandstone, 262
Another month, another giant monster from below setting off the early warning system. It will have to come through our trap to get to us, so I'm not too worried, but I have to wonder if we'll ever be rid of them completely.
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Other than that, most of the past few weeks have been dedicated to finishing up the relocating of the workshops and stockpiles. We've been focusing on the craftshops now, and have mostly got them moved. While we were at it, we also took apart the old catapult, since nopony has used it in years and it's not doing us much good.
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You can kind of get a feel for the changes I made here. I didn't follow Maklak's guidelines exactly, but it's a similar idea.
We also set up a full bakery and butter churn near the kitchen, something Brownie Bits has been asking for one for a while now. I'm anxious to see what she and the other cooks come up with.
25th Sandstone, 262
Yet another underground monster. It can't get to us either, so I'm still not too concerned. We should probably arm and use the traps before too many show up though.
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11th Timber, 262
We had another foal join the workforce today. Tangerine is a mare today, and she went off to join Skillet and Brownie Bits to learn a thing or two about cooking for everypony. The party was quite nice, and I'm looking forward to seeing her help cater the next one!
3rd Moonstone, 262
It took a lot longer than it should have, but we finally managed to get around to decorating Stiletto, Bardiche and Kit's peytrals to signify the wounds they've suffered in the defense of Dawnpick. Stiletto will probably opt to keep her new armor in lieu of taking the older decorated peytral, but it's hers to remember her sacrifice by. I still feel bad for her after what happened, but she's coping well at least. She's a very strong mare. I wish I could be as strong as she is.
Anyway, we also started on the new watch tower overlooking the entrance to the city. There will be a new barracks for the guard there, so they can train and make some room for the militia in the main barracks. It's going to take a while to finish, but I think it will be worth the effort.
16th Moonstone, 262
We had two of the children reach adulthood today, and the celebration thrown by the parents was a nice distraction from the day-to-day here. I was glad to see Tangerine was indeed getting used to her new job! Anyway, Alpine and Cypress are both stallions today, and spent some time with the wood cutters and miners respectively to get started on their new professions.
24th Moonstone, 262
The tower didn't take nearly as long as I thought it would, since Mortar decided to integrate it into the gatehouse. He ended up just adding a new floor and surrounding the overlook with crenelations so the guard can fire safely while still covering most of the entrance to the town. It was a good compromise on materials and time I think.
(http://dl.dropbox.com/u/74348879/Dawnpick/137.png)
I could have made it larger or segregated it into a distinct structure, but this was quick, it gets the guard out of the main barracks, and didn't take as many blocks.
We also had another new addition to the weapon smiths today. Summer is a mare now, and she has wanted to help out the smiths for a long time. Castiron has handled all of the weapon smithing we've done so far, but Summer will be helping out now. We don't produce an awful lot of weapons right now, but Coupledye is interested in any we make, so we can step up production a bit now.
8th Opal, 262
We haven't had a lot of children be born these last few years, but Glaze had another son today. I stopped by the hospital this afternoon to check up on her and saw the little pegasus myself. Nimbus, they named him. He was a cute little thing, and I could see the joy in his parent's eyes. Glaze has far more children than I do, I don't know how she can keep up!
We had another very happy occasion today. Today, finally, Ashwood married Diamond Shard. The two have been dating off and on for close to a decade now, but they finally decided to make it official. I'm very happy for the couple. I regret that I haven't spent much time with Ashwood these past few years, considering he's one of my oldest friends in Dawnpick.
In any case, he and his new wife will be starting a new life together, and I couldn't be happier for them. I've seen to it that they and Glaze will have some time off, to spend some time together and to recuperate, respectively.
Moar hacking at work. I got tired of them not being married yet, so I fixed it.
23rd Opal, 262
Poor Naginata just had to deal with her husband being involved with one of these strange moods and now her son Verdant Flash is possessed by the same thing. He's in one of the craftshops now, working over some wood he grabbed. She's standing watch over him now, but I'm sure he'll be fine.
Speaking of Naginata, we also finished expanding the barracks somewhat today. The wall separating the armory and the barracks was torn down to make more room to train in, and the armory was relocated to the second floor. Halberd was quite pleased, I think.
(http://dl.dropbox.com/u/74348879/Dawnpick/138.png)
Bottom floor on the left, upper floor on the right.
2nd Obsidian, 262
Verdant Flash finished what he was working on this afternoon, which turned out to be a rather amazing bracelet. We don't have much use for it, so it's his to keep and use however he sees fit. Maybe he'll get a fillyfriend one day and can give it to her?
(http://dl.dropbox.com/u/74348879/Dawnpick/139.png)
17th Obsidian, 262
Yet another monster turned up in the caverns today. We've been pretty distracted by everything to the point we haven't yet used the traps to deal with the beasts already down there. From what the mechanics tell me, it shouldn't really matter if we trap two or three at a time though. We really must do something soon.
(http://dl.dropbox.com/u/74348879/Dawnpick/132.png)
18th Obsidian, 262
The caravan from home turned up today, and Rose took over handling the trading as usual. We traded away about 70,000 bits worth of food and steel for some leather, cloth, raw wood, a few pet rabbits, some thread and a bit of exotic ores and food. Again, I'm proud of Rose for how she's handled the trading so far.
I also spoke with the liaison, and he says that everything is in order. I requested that they bring a few special ores and more wood next year, since we run through it faster than I can believe.
19th Obsidian, 262
Aside from the rainbow pony merchants who were killed a few years ago, I think today is the bloodiest day Dawnpick has ever seen.
I suppose we should have expected this after what's happened most years in the past, but a group of badger ponies and diamond dogs showed up after the caravan. The first was killed by the trap network, and the guard immediately responded.
Kit, Kat and Yari killed a second badger pony who strayed too close to the gates by beating it to death with their crossbows. Partisan's report goes into quite a bit of detail... they broke his spine and crushed his skull... I'm glad I wasn't there. Kit got a bad cut to her wing during the fight, but Panacea already has her patched up.
Yari went on to shoot a diamond dog dead, while Saber killed another. All in all, I'm very proud of the guard's performance.
Somehow though, one of the badger ponies managed to slip through the gates while the guard returning and encountered Alpine. Thank goodness he had his axe with him. He actually managed to kill the badger pony on his own.
Gregor's body guards managed to slay yet another badger pony, but the last I regret to say got the jump on them. Fyodor, the darkbolt stallion, was killed when the badger pony stabbed him in the back of the skull. He must have been lucky and hit the gap where the pony's aventail connected to his helmet, but how it happened is irrelevant. He's dead now. Mbalo, the zebra among them, killed the badger pony in return.
I feel awful for Gregor and his soldiers. I know this pony had to mean something to him even if the other rainbow ponies were of no relation to him. I've offered our burial facilities to him, at least until he can decide what to do about the situation.
I think I'm going to bed early tonight. I don't feel like dwelling on this too much right now. There will be a lot of time for that in the morning.
I'm a moron and yet again forgot to take screenshots of the battle as it unfolded. All of the reports and everything are long gone, of course. :(
2nd Granite, 263
Jaxler was released from prison today. After spending so long in prison for what he did, I hope he learned a lesson or two. I've calmed down significantly on the matter since he was originally jailed, but I still think it was all appropriate. I imagine he'll want his crossbow back, and I'm not sure how that's going to play out. Halberd had it placed in the armory and probably won't want to give it back, at least not in working order.
I fear more conflict will spawn from this soon... but maybe I'm just being paranoid. Halberd can rub somepony the wrong way, but he's not violent needlessly. I just hope Jaxler won't start something. After so long in jail... I can hope he's learned to think a bit more before acting.
Maybe I should do something about this first, but I just don't know what. I'm too tired to think about it right now.
Post by: jaxler on June 02, 2012, 02:14:31 am
(http://i44.tinypic.com/25k6dyp.jpg)(http://i1135.photobucket.com/albums/m638/bradshja/JaxlerAvatar-1.jpg) and Marilee
Jaxler walked straight for Partisan’s office with Marilee. He needed to know if he’s most prized possession was still safe. It didn’t take much time at all for Jaxler to get to the office, and once he got there he just rushed on in, and didn’t even bother to knock. “Partisan, can you give me my crossbow back, along with the contents of my coffer?”
“Sure.” Said The Pegasus, as he walked over to a corner in his office. “Though I apologize that the coffer was broken into.”
“Did Jury do anything harmful to my belongings?”
“I didn’t even give her authorization to touch it. It was evidence and she was the victim after all.” After opening a hidden compartment that was once filled with booze, Partisan produced a wooden crossbow and carefully handed it over to its recipient, then quickly diving back in to retrieve the rest of his trinkets.
Marilee leans in to examine the magnificent weapon. “Wow... it’s beautiful, Jaxler.”
Jaxler sighed in relief the moment he got his crossbow back in how hooves. He then looked it over, making sure it wasn’t damaged in any way. Once the stallion finally decided it was unharmed he sighed again. “It is, isn’t it.” Jaxler then looked over to Partisan. “Can I have a bin for those items?”
Partisan looked around in the stash to see if he had one, but was only able to give him a sorrowful sigh.
“I have a used barrel, if you want that. But your things might have a cidery smell afterward. Sorry.”
Jaxler sighed and took the barrel. After putting all his items in it, he slung his crossbow across his back and went for the door. “See ya later Partisan.” Jaxler the held the door open for Marilee.
Marilee trots out the door and waits for Jaxler to join her. “That went very well. So, where to now?”
Jaxler came out the door. “Well, I should get this stuff back over back to my house, and then we could go out drinking.”
“Okay. Should I wait for you, then?”
“Sure... I guess I could meet you in the meeting hall.“
“I’ll see you there.” Marilee gave Jaxler one last hug before trotting off.
Jaxler took his items back to his apartment. he hadn’t been there in months and didn’t know what to expect. once he entered he was shocked to see the place ransacked. Apparently the guard had been less than covert in searching his room, and to make things worse his coffer had been smashed open. Jaxler sighed and just dropped the barrel on the ground. The pony didn’t want to deal with this right now, so he didn’t and just walked off to the meeting hall. Upon entering he saw Marilee off by a table. Jaxler trotted over. “Aye Marilee.”
Marilee stood as he approached, smiling. “Hey, Jaxler. I saved a table for us.”
Jaxler took a seat. “Thanks. So, should I go get some drinks?”
“Yeah. Could you see if you can find something with strawberries for me? I-If it’s not too much trouble, that is.”
“I think I can get you something like that.” Jaxler then got up went to go get some drinks. When he came back he had two barrels of booze and two mugs. One being moonshine and the other one being strawberry wine. “So, this one would be for you” said Jaxler as he pointed toward one of the barrels.
Marilee’s eyes went wide as Jaxler set a whole barrel of strawberry wine before her. “Oh, wow... t-thank you.” She took one of the mugs and filled it, taking a slow sip.
Jaxler filled his own mug with moonshine and sipped it as well. “Man, It’s great to finally be out of that nasty cell.”
“I can imagine. Where I come from, even prisoners get a little time out in the sun each day. Being locked in a cage for almost a year...”
“Yeah, I’m amazed I didn’t get cave adapted with whole lack of sunlight.” Jaxler then took another sip of booze. “But I guess I could have been worse.”
“And at least you’re not so bothered by small spaces, right?”
“Well, it’s not so much small spaces as it is being trapped, but yeah. I’m really not all too bothered by it now.”
“That’s good to hear. As bad as it was, you came out better for it, at least a little bit.” Marilee took another sip, savoring the tartness of the strawberries.
“Well, I guess you have point there.” Jaxler then took another swig of moonshine. “So, anything interesting happen to you recently?”
“Not really.” She answered, draining her mug and filling it again. “Things are awfully quiet around here, though it seems like everypony is really worried about an invasion...”
“Invasion aye? Meh, that carvan incident was a while ago and still no armed forces have shown up. For all we know the people we offended might have just stopped caring.” Jaxler then finishes his cup as well and refills it.
“I’m not so sure...” Marilee said, taking a much deeper drink than before.
****A mug or three later...****
Jaxler was having a good time right now. He was trying to stay about as drunk as Marilee was. which proved to be a very interesting drinking game, and by now half his barrel had been emptied.”SO, MAaaarliee how’s da’ wine?”
Marilee giggled cheerfully, ”O-ooooh, it’s... quite love-ley, Jaxxy.” She, on the other hand, had barely made a dent in the contents of her barrel, and yet was already quite tipsy.
“dat’z good. You seeeeem to be enjoying it, Maaaarilee”
Marilee nodded cheerfully, making herself rather dizzy.
“Dat’z good. yeeeaaahhhh...” Jaxler then downed an entire mug of moonshine. “You havings a ghood time?”
“Mmm-hmm... real nishe time!”
“Dat’z good!”
****The next morning****
Jaxler woke up in a nice comfy bed. He didn’t remember much about last night and had a horrible headache. To make things even stranger, Jaxler didn’t recognize the room he was in, and Marilee was in the same bed as Jaxler and was snuggled up to the confused stallion. The mare was smiling and completely asleep.”Um... Marilee?”
Marilee did not wake, instead she snuggled up closer to Jaxler, stretching a wing over his side.
Of all the strange places Jaxler had woken up, this was by far at the top of the list. “Marilee?” The pony started to prod the mare’s wing with his hoof in hopes of awakening her.
Slowly, Marilee woke. She yawned and stretched, eyes still closed, and settled her legs
aroung Jaxler’s neck. “Mmm, Starkey...” All at once, her smile faded. “Wait... Starkey?” Her eyes snapped open. “J-Jaxler!?”
“uh... Aye Marilee...” this was by far the strangest place Jaxler had ever woken up.
“W-We’re... in my room... you’re in my bed!” Her face turns a shade of pink bright enough to show through her fur.
“Um, it would appear so...”
“O-Oh Sisters, d-did w-we... i-in front of m-my...”
A feminine voice speaks from behind Jaxler. “Well, no, hun. You were both fast asleep as soon as you hit the covers.”
this was by far the strangest place Jaxler will ever wake up in. “um.... Hey...” greeted Jaxler to the voice coming from behind him.
“Hey yourself.” Jaxler turned to see an older pegasus mare, with a sandy coat and a mane with streaks of every color. She approached the bed, a wide grin spreading across her face. “So... this would be the ‘Jaxler’ character I never stop hearing about?”
“yeah, um... I take it your Marilee’s mother.” Jaxler was feeling awkward.
“Aye. Germaine Spreadstyled.” She bowed briefly.
“Misses Spreadstyled, why aren’t you mad that I woke up in your daughter's bed with your daughter cuddled up to me?”
“Well, my husband and I were here when the two of you wandered in, hammered out of your minds. That set off a few alarm bells, especially when you made for the bed, but you were both snoring as soon as you laid hoof on the sheets.”
“So, you’re not mad that I slept in your house?”
“Not particularly. You haven’t harmed anything, And Mari seems to trust you well enough.”
“Well, thanks.” Jaxler honestly expected to have to jump out the window before Marilee’s parents tried to kill him. “uh, do you know where my crossbow is?”
“Oh, that? You just dropped it by the door when you came in. I set it up there.” She pointed to the weapon, sitting atop a dresser in the corner. “Seems a shame to treat such an exquisite piece of craftsmanship like that.”
Jaxler sighed once he realized his crossbow was safe.“Sorry, I probably wouldn’t have dropped it if I wasn’t drunk.”
“Yes, about that...” As she said this, Jaxler became aware of a quiet whimpering at his side. He turned back to see Marilee with her eyes shut tight, clutching her head in her hooves.
“Marilee, are you okay?” said Jaxler
“N-No... ooooh...” Germaine made her way around to Marilee’s side of the bed, nuzzling her daughter gently. “Ooh, Mari... your father will be back soon, with something for your head.”
Jaxler put his foreleg around Marilee, in hopes of comforting her. She probably wasn’t used to being hung over. “Sorry, I probably should have warned you about hangovers.”
“s’okay... my own fault... for drinking so much...”
“No, I should have warned you.” said Jaxler
Marilee managed to smile weakly at him, taking his hoof in hers. “You’re... a sweet buck, Jaxler.”
“Is there anything I can do?” asked Jaxler
“Just... stay here, for a little while?”
“I promise to stay here as long like.” Jaxler then looked around the room. It was probably best if he shut all the windows blinds. “You okay if I shut all of the blinds?”
“T-Thanks...” she mutters. “S-So... you have to... deal with this... every morning?”
Jaxler got out of bed and closed the room’s blinds, the room was now a lot darker. “Yes, but I have a high pain tolerance.”
As Jaxler closed the blinds, there was a knock at the door. Germaine went to open it, allowing a tall darkbolt stallion to enter with a steaming pot of beverage clutched in his teeth. “Ah, I see our two sleeping beauties are awake?” Marilee could only groan in response.
Jaxler walked back over to the bed, and sat next to marilee. “What did you bring?”
“A little something ponies drink back home. It’s supposed to help keep you awake longer, but it also helps with headaches.” He set a cup beside the bed, pouring some of the contents of the pot into it. The fluid was dark brown,almost black and had a strong smell. “Sorry hun, but I couldn’t find any milk to put in it.”
“Damn, are sure that stuff won’t kill somepony?”
“I’ve been drinking this stuff for fourteen years, it hasn’t killed me yet.” The Stallion poured another cup and offered it to Jaxler.
Jaxler shrugged. he had drunken worse than this, so he downed the drink. “Meh, wasn’t as bad as I expected.”
Marilee reached out to take her own cup, grimacing before taking a sip. The tall darkbolt turned back to Jaxler, holding his hoof out. “Sorry, I haven’t introduced myself. Gregor Spreadstyled.”
Jaxler shook the pony’s hoof. “Jaxler blackflutes
“Ah, I figured as much. Marilee was quite excited when she learned you’d be getting out yesterday. Though,” he chuckles. “I never would have guessed she’d choose to celebrate like this.” An unamused groan comes from under the pillow.
“What’s wrong with celebrating like this? I mean I got to wake up in a nice house, and have the pleasure of meeting Marilee’s parents.”
Marilee managed to sit up a bit and smile. “Yeah. When you put it that way... I guess it was worth it.”
“So, do you feel any better now that you drank that, brown stuff?”
“A-A little better. And we call it ‘coffee’.”
“Coffee? heh, never heard of it also do you need anything else?”
Marilee shook her head. “No, I think I’ll be fine.”
“That’s good, also would you prefer if I stayed here? I don’t have a set time I need to go to work.”
“That would be... nice. Thank you.”
Post by: jaxler on June 02, 2012, 11:10:47 pm
Jaxler was sitting over by the cell’s bars. Somehow Silver tongue had talked him into playing a game of poker. Everypony he wanted was present in the prison. Granite, Flux, Silver Tongue and Midnight were all here. “So, now that everypony is here what type of poker should we be playing?”
Silver thinks for a moment, then says, “It’s probably best if we play five-card draw. It’s been a while for me, and I’m fairly sure Granite doesn’t know how to play Poker in the first place, and five-card’s simpler.”
Flux looks slightly nervous, though that's not very surprising. "Draw? Alright... but what are the stakes? I... don't have a lot of bits..."
“What the hell is five card draw anyway?” Granite asks, without the faintest idea on how to even play poker.
“Five card draw is a variant of Poker where you draw five cards, see what you can make with them, bet and then face your hand against the other players’s. In Poker, you get several cards that can make several different hands, such as straights, royal flushes and pairs. There’re a lot of different types of hands you can get, and we can explain them soon. One of the fun things is that, with whatever we’re betting involved, we want the other players to think we have a good hand. We can bluff, and act like we have one, or just pass,” explains Silver.
“Okay, who’s gonna be the dealer and what are we going to gamble with?”
“I can be the dealer. Also, since I don’t believe any of us have money to throw at this, I was thinking we could gamble with stories, or questions. Should be fun, interesting, and not putting a dent in our wallets.”
Midnight chuckles. “That does sound like it could be fun.”
“I guess that could work. So, shall we start?”
“Let’s,” says Silver, dealing them all in.
Jaxler looks at his cards, they looked like complete crap. He placed three of his cards on the ground. “okay, I’ll take three cards.”
Granite takes a look at his cards, he has no idea what is going on. He assumes his hand is very bad and carefully observes Silver’s movements.
Midnight takes up his cards, and looks them over. No change can be seen in his expression.
Silver looks at his hand as well. His face sets into a grim, determined frown, and has no signs of changing. He looks over it carefully, sweeping his eyes slowly over the entire hand so as not to say which he was looking at (or, alternatively, saying which he’s looking at if he has a five card combo). He absentmindedly slides Jaxler his three cards, taking the three he put down onto the bottom of the deck with his hoof.
Flux raises an eyebrow at his card, but it’s hard to tell if that’s good or bad. He places down one card. “One for me, please.”
Silver deals Flux another in much the same manner as Jaxler’s, also sliding it with his hoof.
Flux accepts the card, giving it a quick look before placing it in the middle of his hoof of cards, though he doesn’t nod or smile.
Jaxler looks at his new cards, which could be worse. he kept his best poker face on, and showed no emotion.
Granite is still questioning what the hell he’s doing. He looks over to Jaxler, his eyes pleading for help.
Silver puts down a card, shuffles it under the deck and then draws one, all with his magic. He looks at it, and the corner of his mouth perks up a bit.
Midnight simply keeps looking over his cards, his expression unchanging.
Jaxler took note of silver’s little display, and then note of Granite, who looked like he didn’t have a clue what he had.
Silver waits, watching the others and making no other moves for cards.
Granite still has no clue what he’s even doing. He face turns from a confused look to one of frustration. “What the hell am I supposed to do with these things anyway?!”
Flux gives Granite a curious look. “Right now? Um... I think we’re ready to show what we have.”
“Yeah, seems like it. I’m ready to put down my cards,” says Silver.
Jaxler lays down his cards, the best thing he has is a lone ace and no pairs.
Midnight shows his cards, which happen to be a less then impressive three of a kind. The matching set only being twos.
Silver looks at Granite encouragingly. “I’m sure you have something that can beat these.”
Granite shows his own cards, and he still has no idea what they mean. The following cards are shown, a queen of diamonds, a three of spades, a three of hearts, ten of clubs, and a five of clubs.
“Pair of threes,” says Silver. “You beat Jaxler but not Midnight. Not bad.”
Flux lays down his cards, revealing a trio of 8s.
“Flux, however, did beat Midnight,” continues Silver, “but not me.” He lays down a Queen of Spades, a Jack of Spades, a 10 of Spades, a 9 of Spades and an 8 of Spades.
Flux gives a low whistle. “A straight flush... and not far from a royal, too.”
Jaxler’s eyes widen when he sees Silver’s cards “Damn, nice hand.”
“Wow, really nice, Silver.” Midnight says as he looks the cards over.
“How does that beat three eights?” Granite asks, still moderately confused.
“Cards also count if they’re in a sequence,” Silver begins. “Say I have an ace, a two, a three a four and a five. That would top a set of three eights, but a sequence of three, four, five, six and seven would beat the first. They can be of any suit, but if they’re all the same suit it’s called a ‘Flush’, which trumps a regular sequence.”
“That seems overly complicated, but whatever... what were the wages again?” Granite asks.
“Winner gets to ask anyone else a question. So, Jaxler...” Silver says, smiling.
“Yeah?”
“How’d you become an alcoholic?” he asks.
“I started drinking.”
“I was hoping for something more descriptive.”
“One day, shit hit the fan, and I felt really crappy, so got drunk. When I was drunk I didn’t feel as bad but when I woke up the next day, I still felt like horrible so I went and got drunk again. When I woke up, I still felt horrible so I got drunk again. A year later, I still felt horrible, so I got drunk. Ten years later, I still felt horrible so I got drunk and right now I feel horrible and just want to get drunk.”
“Wow. Vicious cycle,” Silver replies.
“Meh, it isn’t that bad. I mean if didn’t have the booze to numb everything I’d probably have killed myself by now.”
Midnight winces a little at Jaxler’s words.
Flux sighs quietly as Jaxler talks. He had worried that might be the case with Jaxler.
Worry flashes over Granite. But Jaxler’s still here, that’s all that matters... Granite thought to himself.
“So, can we get to the next hand please?” says Jaxler
Silver deals out another set of hands, watching expressions carefully.
Jaxler looks at his cards, they didn’t seem as bad this time, but his face didn’t show it. In fact he even looked slightly saddened by the cards.
Flux gathers his cards as well, carefully considering them before laying down two cards.
Granite takes a look at his own cards. The dumbest grin imaginable forms on his face.
Midnight takes up his cards, his face more grim and determined as he looks them over.
Silver passes two cards to Flux, looking at his own hand now. He redraws two cards, then grimaces, which is hardly noticeably different from his poker grimace.
Flux simply nods at the cards he receives, then waits to see if everypony else was ready to reveal.
“Reveal time?” Granite asks. An eager look appears in his eyes.
“Actually, can I get another card?” Midnight asks as he sets a card down.”
“I’ll take 2 cards as well” say Jaxler as he laid two of his cards down.
Silver deals the cards to Jaxler and Midnight.
Jaxler’s ears flopped at the sight of his card, even though he was very glad to see what he had added to his hand.
Flux gives a small smile around his cards. “Are we ready, then?”
“I am,” says Silver. “You all?”
“Good to go. Let’s do this!” Granite says, his voice heavy in enthusiasm.
“I’m ready” says Jaxler
Silver flips over his cards, a pair of Jacks the only important things.
Jaxler shows his cards, he had a pair of 4’s and a pair of 3’s
Granite grins wickedly as he unleashes the awesomeness of his hand, which contains absolutely nothing of use. “What?” Granite asks, looking between Flux and Jaxler.
“Sorry son, but that’s not a good hand.” says Jaxler
“Well crap...” Granite says, smiling slightly.
Flux simply lays his cards down, revealing a Full House, aces over eights.
Midnight shows a much less than impressive hand, a pair of 2’s.
“Damn, Flux. Nice,” compliments Silver.
“Buck, that good. So, what’s your question Flux?” asks Jaxler.
Flux opens his mouth, then realizes he has no idea what to ask any of the ponies there. After a few moments, he thinks of a question and turns to SIlver Tongue. “Why did you come to Dawnpick?”
“Well... See, I came from Coupledye. And as a counselor in Coupledye, the majority of clients are those who just want to complain about some peasant looking at them for a split second all day, then expect you to empathize with them. Being that it was torturous, and helped nopony, I decided to go where I might actually be able to do some good, rather than listen to nobles whine all day. So I came to Dawnpick, a frontier town, which are generally good places to start up a life in a mental health profession,” replies Silver.
“Really? Frontier towns have lots of, um... troubled individuals?” Flux asks, not expecting an answer like that.
“Yes. A lot of frontier towns have a large number of disputes, as generally they encounter more hardships among more working-class ponies and, in a smaller town, everypony knows each other, so you end up with a lot more actual demand for mental health professionals.”
“Sliver, out of curiosity, what’s the most weirdest case you’ve ever been tasked with in your time as a counselor? Or do I have to win first to ask questions?” Granite asks.
“Hmmm... I think I’ll save that for a winning question. Sorry, Granite,” he replies.
Flux chuckles quietly. “Sounds like it’s time to deal the cards again.”
“I’d say so” replies Jaxler
Silver deals out another hand to everypony, watching carefully.
Midnight takes up his hand, and looks over his cards once again.
Granite takes a look at his cards. He mutters a few curses under his breath and frowns slightly.
Jaxler sees his cards, and is bummed by the level of crap he’s gotten all night. “4 cards please.” Jaxler then puts four cards down on the ground.
Flux looks at his cards, raising an eyebrow at them before setting down just one card. “One, please.”
Midnight sets down a couple cards. “And two for me, please.”
“Wait we can swap out our cards?” Granite asks, confused again.
“Yes, you can Granite.” says Jaxler
“Oh, okay.” Granite says, satisfied he got an answer. “Good to know...”
Silver shuffles in all the cards and gives back draws, but doesn’t set down any.
Jaxler looks at his cards, and stressed to realize that he is just as bad off as he was before.
Midnight’s smile widens a little as he looks over his cards.
Flux shakes his head at his new card.
“So... we revealing our cards now?” Granite asks, his voice a mix of curiosity and impatience.
Flux sighs and nods, setting his cards down for everypony to see: two, three, four, five... seven. “Open ended draw, couldn’t resist. Darn seven...”
Silver puts down his cards, a pair of aces. He stays silent, watching the others.
Jaxler lays down a his cards. nothing but randoms.
Granite lays down his cards, the only thing important being a pair of sixes.
Midnight lays down his cards, showing four eights and a two. “Oh, hey, I think I won this one.”
He says as he looks over everyone's cards.
“damn, nice hand Midnight. So, what’s your question.” says Jaxler.
“Hmm, that’s actually a tough one.” Midnight says as he puts his hoof to his chin. “I’m not really sure on that one.”
“I could ask one if you're drawing a blank, Midnight.” Replied Jaxler
“Wait, I got one.” Midnight says before turning to look at Flux. “You always seemed skittish to me, nervous, even. Is that just how you are, or is there a reason behind it?”
Flux looks a bit nervous (well, a bit more nervous) at the question. “There’s... a reason.”
“Ehe... I kinda meant for you to tell me what it was.” Midnight says as he realizes the flawed choice of his wording.
“Um... sorry, but that’ll take another question.” Flux realizes too late he’s probably only delaying the inevitable, instead of avoiding it entirely.
“yeah... in that case we should probably move on to the next hand.” says Jaxler eagerly.
Silver deals out another hand, and watches once more.
Jaxler looks at his hand.
Flux looks at his cards, praying he’ll have a winning hoof to play.
Midnight takes up his cards, and looks them over, almost seeming to wince as he does.
Silver looks at his cards, his face as unrevealing as a shard of obsidian.
Granite took a look at his cards. His face was expressionless for once.
Midnight sets down a few cards. “Three, please.”
Flux looks crestfallen at his cards and lays down three as well.
Silver dishes out the cards, then shuffles two back in.
Flux looks at his new cards, still not looking too happy with them.
Midnight doesn’t have much of a reaction to his new cards.
“So...” begins Silver. “We all ready to show our cards then?”
“Fine by me...” Granite says, still expressionless.
Midnight gives a quick nod in reply.
Jaxler shows his cards with no regard to who was ready or not. The best thing he had was a jack.
Flux sighs and lays down his cards, showing two pair: 2s and 3s.
Midnight shows his hand, which lacks any matching cards.
Granite places his cards, still lacking emotion in his face. Straight faced, he lays down a pair of tens, a jack, and a pair of sevens.
Silver places down a trio of sixes and a pair of eights. “Sorry, Granite. Better luck next time.”
Still holding a straight face, Granite looks to Silver and gestures with his forelegs what he thinks about the counselor.
Silver smiles, then turns to Flux. “So Flux, what is that reason you’re always skittish and nervous?” he asks, still smiling.
“Um... you all promise not to tell anypony about this?” he asks, partially to stall, and partially so he knows how many ponies to expect to be chasing after him.
“I promise not to tell.” Jaxler was fairly interested at this point.
Granite leans in closer, slightly intrigued. “I swear on my life Flux.”
“I promise, no pony will hear from me, what you have to tell.” Midnight says as he looks over to Flux.
“I’m no stranger to secrets,” says Silver.
Flux gulps. “Well... it’s easier to show than to try to explain it...” Green flame envelopes Flux, seeming to burn him away. In his place is a black and chitoneous pony with insect wings and a small horn. His legs and horn have several holes clean through each. Instead of a mane, he has a small green crest running from the top of his head and down the back of his neck. He finally opens his eyes, revealing them to be solid blue that fades to white in the center. The only thing showing him to still be Flux is is nervous demeanor. Even his voice has changed, taking on an odd echoing quality.
“Um... this is why I’m nervous...”
“Holy buck... that is the raddest thing I have ever seen in my entire life. Why don’t you normally look like that? That’s awesome!” Granite says in awe. “Did those holes hurt or what?” Granite’s mood quickly changes. “Wait... I should be scared right now shouldn’t I?” He realizes. Granite extends his hoof towards Flux.
“you’re a changeling?” Jaxler tries to keep a straight face, and hide some of the shock and confusion he felt. “I’m going to need to talk to you about this, I have a concern I need to work out with you.”
Midnight stumbles back as he gasps. He quickly picks himself up and looks at Flux, and the others with confusion.
Silver’s eyes go wide as he flinches slightly, but he stands strong. Fear would do no good, and he was all too used to masking emotions, though this was more than he was used to. “Huh. I never would’ve guessed...” he says, eyes going back to normal size.
Flux looks to Midnight and Silver, sadness plain in his odd eyes. “Ya, pretty much...”
“I’m sorry but is it okay if I’m only slightly disturbed by the holes in him? I really don’t get the big deal here...” Granite says. He moves slightly closer to Flux without any hesitation or fear.
Midnight takes a breath, he still seems confused over what’s happening
“What’s that mean, Flux? What’s a changeling?”
Green fire consumes Flux again, revealing the familiar form of the orange earthpony stallion. “I think that’s worth another hand... if we’re still playing?”
“I think that’s a good idea... Regardless of what you may be, we all have the want, sometimes need, to change ourselves, and I think best for you that you can act on it, become a good pony. To me,” he says, “this changes nothing.”
“I’m... I’m up for another game, if anyone else wants to join in.”
Jaxler sighed, “Yeah, I’m up.”
Silver deals out another hand, looking at Midnight for confirmation as he does so.
Midnight walks up to the group again, and takes up his hand. His expression showing a little bit of confused worry.
Granite takes a look at his cards as if nothing has happened. He grins slightly after organizing his cards.
Flux looks at his cards and nods, not placing any down to be replaced.
Jaxler looks at his cards, with were crud as always. “Four cards please”
Silver deals Jaxler four cards, then shuffles in one.
Jaxler looks his new cards, which we less than desirable. “We ready to show our hands?”
Midnight just nods in reply.
Flux nods as well, showing a low straight, two through six.
Jaxler shows his cards, and having nothing of value.
Silver shows his cards, also for once having nothing of value, but almost having a lot straight.
Granite smirks as he reveals his cards. Low and behold, a ten, jack, queen, king, and ace; all of which are spades.
Flux’ jaw drops as he sees Granite’s cards.
Midnight stared at the lucky hand, slowly folding his own cards soon after.
“Damn...” Jaxler was silent for a few moments before catching himself. “On account of the fact that you have the best hand possible, what’s your question?”
“Alright... um...” Granite says, taking a moment to pause. “Flux, with you being a changeling and all, what the hell should I do exactly? Should I like be scared of you or something, because I really don’t see you as a monster, except for the holes thing, that kinda creeps me out...”
Flux sighs, wishing Granite had asked somepony else something. “Most changelings are monsters. We feed on emotion, and need a strong connection to really get our fill. Friends and lovers... don’t guard their emotions, so are easier to feed on. Some changelings... take the place of ponies and feed on their relationships. A few, like me... try to make real friends. We can survive by nibbling on background emotion, but aren’t very nourished by it.”
Flux looks to Jaxler, his friend. “I never made any friends just to feed...”
“Then Flux, I was wrong about having a question I needed to ask you.” said Jaxler.
Midnight nods as he listens, keeping quiet as he thinks over what he was hearing.
“Flux, I’m kinda depressed after what happened a while back, you could take that emotion for sustenance if you want...” Granite says.
Flux shakes his head. “It doesn’t quite work that way. Feeding doesn’t lessen the emotion. And... negative emotions don’t agree with me.”
“Oh... okay. Do you want my happiness in life?” Granite asks. “Also could you define ‘negative emotions’ for me?”
Flux chuckles and pushes his cards towards SIlver. “Maybe if you win again, Granite.”
“Actually, it’s getting kinda late.” says Jaxler. “Maybe we could do this another time?”
“Sure. Regular poker night oh... Wednesdays or something?”
“What about when Jaxler get’s out of jail?” Granite asks. “Where do we go then?
“Hmm... I could host it at my office after working hours, if that’s fine,” says Silver. “Not like much happens there anyways.”
Jaxler shrugged. “Seems as good as any other place.”
“Alright, so Poker Party every Wednesday at Silver’s workplace?” Granite asks. “Also Flux must have a hell of a poker face if he can change his appearance at will!”
Midnight chuckles. “That sounds good.”
Flux chuckles. “It’s not in revealing nothing, but in revealing what you want them to know.”
“Totally unrelated, Flux I will give you my wallet’s contents if you can change into me. I wanna see this.” Granite says. “Pretty please?”
“Oh, turn into me too.” says Jaxer, hoping to find some entertainment.
Midnight can’t help but laugh at the rather foal like responses.
“Flux, you should totally change into Jaxler and just mess with Jury, then run back here and turn into the earth pony I guess you tend to be, so then she sees Jaxler in the cell after chasing him across Dawnpick... Wait, why do you commonly look like an orange earth pony?” Granite asks.
Flux shrugs before green flame consumes him, revealing another Granite. “Well, it’s pretty easy to lay low as an earth pony.” He then changed back to his typical orange form, looking a bit tired. “And changing forms too often is a bit tiring.”
“In that case, don’t waste your time turning into me.” says Jaxler
“Maybe later, then?”
“sure.”
Post by: jaxler on June 03, 2012, 01:21:33 am
Jaxler woke up on top of the trade depot. He had a horrible pain in his head, and an ache in his side. He didn’t remember much of last night and didn’t know how he got here. He saw his crossbow laying a few feet to his left and a barrel to his right. Jaxler got up and walked over to the edge of the depot’s roof and peared over it. Apparently a caravan had come to town. Jaxler jumped down off the roof, when he noticed a green maned pony. “Aye Granite.”
Granite jumps down from a low hanging branch of a tree. “How the buck did you see me? I was trying to stay hidden today...” He says.
Jaxler shrugged. “I bit over observant sometimes.”
“Eh, I guess...” Granite replies. “So what do you need? Also congrats on surviving prison.”
“Thanks, and I’m kinda just noticed that a caravan had come to town. I figured I’d go browse their wares. You wanna come with?”
“Originally I was planning on buying something, but then I realize I have the tendency to steal crap almost sub-consciencelessly and I also remembered what happened the last time I went to a caravan...” Granite explained.
“Meh, if you try to steal anything, I’ll just stop you.”
“It’s not so much that I try to jack things, it’s just that it happens. One time I was casually walking through the market, when I found myself in this huge crowd. I made it out of that crowd to realize I had like twenty wallets in my mouth. I didn’t even try to take them either, it just happened. I then threw them into the well so I couldn’t be caught for stealing things...” Granite said.
“I’ll catch you stealing things, trust me. Also, I really don’t like going to caravans alone, I also have a ton of wood crafts I need to sell. The caravans usually give me more money than anypony else does.”
“If you say so...” Granite says. “I’ll tag along, lead the way I guess.”
Jaxler and Granite walked into the depot. the place had a wide variety of exotic goods, though only a few things caught Jaxler’s eyes. there were a few barrels of booze, some blood thorn logs, some nice bolts, and even a new chest. The pony wasn’t overly excited by any of the items, aside from a cage that he was, which held a strange animal. “Hay Granite, you see that cage? what is that thing in it?”
“No idea, I’m more concerned about this goddamn crowd around us. I hate crowds so much!” Granite said. “Just hurry up or something...”
Jaxler shrugged. “Fine, just give me a moment.” Jaxler then turned to a merchant. “What is the animal in that cage?”
“That would be a dog.”
“A dog? heh, what do you plan on doing with it?”
Granite whispers behind Jaxler, “Dude hurry it up, I’m freaking the hell out right now!” He’s sweating heavily and he looks like a mix between exhaustion and frustration. “I really hate crowds Jaxler!”
“We plan on eating it, It’s actually quite delicious.”
Jaxler sighed “Okay, I’ll be right back.” Jaxler then turned to Granite. “Granite, we can leave now. I need to get some of my crafts from my workshop.”
Granite sighs heavily. “Oh thank god!” He looks relieved and also sweaty as a badger pony in hell. Granite takes a moment to try to wipe his hair out of his eyes.
Jaxler and Granite started to make their way toward the craftspony’s workshop. “Hey, do you think you can help me carry some bins?”
Granite stopped hyperventilating when they reached the workshop. “Only if we can avoid those goddamn crowds Jaxler. Those motherbucknig crowds bucking buck buck-bucks BUCK!”
Jaxler sighed, “We can wait til’ the crowds disperse if you like.”
“No, we can go now. I heard the dude say something about eating the dog, so we should probably get a move on... I’ll try to deal with it... but crowds still bucking suck.”
“they won’t probably eat it until they leave town, and if somepony buys it, then that dog won’t be eaten.” Jaxler then took out a bin. “God, I’m a terrible wood crafter.” said Jaxler once he saw his crafts.
Granite took a look at a wooden bracelet. “This is actually pretty awesome. Nice job on the designs, the menacing spikes are a nice touch. I also like the carvings of Longshot getting fired and re-elected. You’re actually pretty talented at this Jaxler, don’t sell yourself short..”
“Really? I thought my stuff was worthless junk.”
“Bullshit.” Granite says plainly. “This bracelet could probably go for fifty bits at least.”
“Really? Damn, and that isn’t even one of my best crafts.”
“Let’s just haul this now and appraise it later. And that phrase is now my motto...” Granite says.
Jaxler shrugged. “You think I have enough to buy that dog?”
“I think the dog is probably less than twenty simply because they’re gonna eat it...” Granite says.
“okay, then. Can you pick up that bin? and I’ll grab this one.”
“Dude, I’m an earth pony, I got this crap.” Granite picks up the bin using only a foreleg and balances it on his back. “There are two things all earth ponies are good at, farming and hauling. This is easy mode.” Granite starts walking outside with perfect balance. “My mom made me carry lead barrels filled to the brim with water. If I spilled a drop I didn’t get any booze for a week. Let’s just say I woke up with a hangover the next day, Jaxler.”
Jaxler pucked up a bin and balanced it on his back. “Man, your mom is a jerk...” Jaxler then sighed. “Earth ponies can do anything any other pony can do aside from magic and flight.”
“Are you kidding me? My mom was awesome! She used booze to get me to do shit!” Granite says. “Also you don’t have to rub it in...”
“Rub what in?”
“My lack of wings...” Granite mumbles.
“Lack of wings? I wasn’t rubbing it in. Honestly wings aren’t that great.”
“But you can use wings to fly...” Granite says. “Flying sounds fun...”
“Meh, I never really enjoyed flying. You do realize that if you stop flapping you drop to your death.”
“But what about gliding?” Granite asks. “Nevermind. Let’s just haul this now and discuss flight later.”
“Meh, fine.” the two ponies finally arrived at the depot.
Granite drops the bin next to Jaxler and the merchant. “I’m gonna head home, good luck with the dog Jaxler.” Granite starts walking away. “Later.”
Jaxler shrugged. “see you latter.” Jaxler then walked over to the merchant. “I’d like to buy that dog.”
Jaxler walked home. The merchants gave him around 2k of bits for his crafts. The little pony really didn’t know his wooden stuffs were worth so much, but as much as you’d think he’d be happy right now he also had a new fluffy friend he had to care for. The dog was about 120 pounds and around 3 feet tall at the shoulders. The dog was extremely fluffy and its fur was all white. Apparently the merchant told Jaxler the do was a pyrenees wolf mix, but Jaxler hadn’t the slightest clue what that that gibberish ment. Jaxler finally reached his door. “Ugs... what the hell do I do now...”
Post by: Psalms01 on June 03, 2012, 01:49:35 am
The book is bound in Chestnuts and pages are transmuted rope reed paper.
The pen-pony-ship is in broad strokes, resembling calligraphy, but is difficult to read.
25th Limestone, 262
I have arrived in Dawnpick with four other traveling companions and now here in the mining city, we go our separate ways. Reporting to the mayor’s home, two ponies asked me for immigration forms or to file for residency and background checks with Coupledye’s census. A green Pegasus and another other one that was black, they were named Longshot and Partisan respectively. An attractive pony was there, yellow is a pleasant color, but I did not gawk. I immigrated from a forestry village, although remote just as Dawnpick is. Opting to file for residency was my choice, with the foreknowledge that Coupledye would have my identification, even if I had credentials on my being. Best to get the truth from the source, but they asked me to dictate as they filled out the paperwork. I asked if it was in their will to allow me to fill out my own form, they did not and I had much trouble in the endeavor. I return the paper and they only asked one question; ‘job, whatever I will.’ Then I enlighten them, I will make an effort to do any job that came my way. I probably did right on the form, to not receive any other comment. They requested for me to report to Mortar and Sawdust to work on dormitories, I did so.
12th Sandstone, 262
Today, haled stone blocks to the Pele tower, there I noted a logical and tactical error in design. Firstly, the room which dwells the Duchess was more fit for barracks and required diminutive modification to house a family. Also a hatch atop is desirable to keep winged would be assailants and thieves out. Just another dumb noble’s will, if she dies, it is her fault. If Queen Buzat had any more good wisdom, her Majesty would exile the bluebloods and make the positions electoral.
13th Sandstone, 262
Went to make lye today, startled by the lack of soft water from rains and this has slow lye production. It is understandable, but setting out barrels atop the roofs to catch what rain we get would suffice. Regardless, founding some empty barrels was a task. In the end, I extracted lye and proceeded to make soap.
11th Timber, 262
Worked the kitchen today, a mare joins the chefs and thought it best to enroll myself too, so I could pick up more skills in the culinary arts. Skillet scolded me many times and would not tell me of my error, I told her that she was just as much in error as I. The Pegasus is assertive, has a temper and we did not mingle well. Skillet wanted me to eyeball the ingredients, also my refusal to use alcohol and most animal products likely did not help. Still, I ended up with a -Carrot and Celery stir-fry- and I was delighted with Tangerine’s +baked bads+.
7th Moonstone, 262
Forgot myself as I was working on the watch tower, for the last three days, had no sleep or food. I continue until boredom took hold then wandered around with subtle fatigue. Managed to sleep at the well and awoke up later and took note of another attractive pony. Purple coat with emerald eyes, to my displeasure found it to be morning and the pony was about to bathe. I escaped in a light walk, continued my day at the kitchen and realize that the cellar achieves my expectations. Nice, cool and preserves the food better.
23rd Opal, 262
The ponies in the strange moods seem willful, so I can not care what they do, lest they begin to hurt another pony. I get funny look just labored on some woodworks beside Verdant Flash, but I pay no mind. Although, sadly I was limited with the amount of wood, so after that I moved to work the farms.
18th Obsidian, 262
Caravan appeared, has nothing I want or need and nopony to send letters to or receive. I seen some caged rabbits, it is despicable how us ponies cage up animals and call them pets. Regardless they will die and suffer in captivity or the wild, best for that not to be burden on one’s mind.
2nd Granite, 263
Mining stone for much of my time, after re-ascending, I heard an alcoholic pony was released from the dungeon. By my grace I give him the benefit of the doubt and if he maintains his distance, then I will live and let die, if that is their well.
1st Hematite, 263
I will is to be on the reserve, as they appear to be able to bear arms. Possibility, I will be turned down because of my newness as a member of the light of dawn. At this notion, I sought out the mayor, we talked and he wrote up a recommendation for me. I set out to meet the reserve captain Indigo.
Post by: jaxler on June 04, 2012, 01:10:57 am
Jaxler sighed. what he was about to do had put fear in the hearts of many a stallion. He honestly had no idea what he was doing. He somehow knew he would regret his next moves. Jaxler sighed for the second time and walked up to the door he was standing outside of and knocked it.
The sound of hooves came from within, and the door opened to reveal Germaine standing just inside. “Hello? Oh, Jaxler! How are you?”
“Oh, I’m fine, Germaine. Could I talk to Marilee?”
“Of course.” She turned away from Jaxler. “Mari? Jaxler’s here to see you.” In a moment, Germaine stood aside, allowing her daughter to take her place. “Hello, Jaxler. Good to see you. What brings you here?”
Jaxler sighed. “Well, I’d like you to be my mare friend...”
Marilee was silent for a moment, before she spoke. “Your... marefriend? Nopony’s ever... um, I mean... yes. Sure, I’d love to!”
“Well, that’s great. Also, would you be willing to go out with me tonight?”
“Tonight? I’d like that... I’d like that very much.”
“So, how about we head down to the meeting hall tonight?”
“Sounds good. Um, one thing, though...”
“what?”
Marilee blushed, grinning sheepishly “...Let’s not drink quite so much this time.”
“Well, sure, I guess.”
“Okay. I’ll see you later, then.”
“I’ll see you then.”
Post by: Kryptid on June 04, 2012, 08:26:11 pm
This takes place later in the day after Sarissa visits Moral. Since Estoc (played by Telgin here) is stated to be Sarissa's best friend in the game, I decided to run with it.
The Sun had set after a fairly boring and uneventful day patrolling the perimeter of the fort. It's not like that mattered too much, though. She had many other subjects on her mind; her reputation in the fort, thoughts of her father back home, becoming short-sighted in her left eye and lacking any really good friends in Dawnpick.
Sarissa's steel-shod hooves produced distinctive metallic echoes in the near-empty dining hall. It was late, and most ponies had already eaten their last meal for the day. Perhaps the cooks were about ready to head off for the night, but they were going to have to deal with at least one more customer. The unicorn walked up to the counter and sighed. One of her routines for dealing with stress was to eat, which was probably the reason that she had failed to completely reach her weight goal despite her training regime in the militia. Slowly tapping a metal boot on the counter, she waited for somepony to show up and take her order.
A pegasus mare eventually emerges from the stairs leading down to the store rooms and spies Sarissa standing at the counter. "Oh, I'm sorry... we were getting ready to close," Skillet says with an apologetic expression. She felt bad for potentially denying Sarissa her evening meal though, especially considering she was one of the ponies there to protect her. "...but... I think I can still grab something for you. What will you have?"
"Don't worry, I'll be quick about it," the unicorn already had her mind set on what she wanted, "Do...you have anything sweet in store? Cake, cookies, pie...even something with fruit in it will do...I suppose. I'd also like some tea to go with that, please."
"Alright, just a minute, let me go take a look." Skillet disappears down into the store rooms for a minute before emerging with a plate of strawberry cake, studded with fresh strawberries and coated in a thin glaze. A pair of buckets filled with fragrant tea dangle from a yoke stradling her back. The smell of the sugary dish and tea wafts over to Sarissa's nose as Skillet returns to the counter. "Well, I found this and it seems to fit what you're looking for. Interested?"
The scent helps lift her spirits a bit. Satisfied with the item in question, the militia pony answers, "That will do just fine. How much do I owe you, Skillet?" Levitating a small sac and placing it on the counter, Sarissa loosens the knot holding it closed and counts the money that she has with her at the moment.
"Um, let's see... four bits, I think," Skillet says, looking deep in thought for a moment. "Yeah, four bits."
"Alright, here you are. Thanks..." she slides the bits over to the cook across the counter. Acquiring her new source of comfort, Sarissa picks out an empty table and has a seat. There are only two other ponies eating in the dining hall at that time, so she has plenty of the peace and quiet she desires. She removes her helmet so that she can eat more comfortably, placing it on the bench beside her. Shaking her head, her matted blonde hair loosens up a bit. Acquiring the fork in a cloak of green magic, she takes her first bite. It was good. Not as good as those almond cherry creme cakes that her Aunt Palate made, but it was satisfactory for now.
That being brought to her mind, she was reminded of her family. She had a longing to see her father in particular. It had been quite a while since she had seen his face, since she had a warm hug from him. Sarissa had considered the possibility of taking some leave to go visit him, but her paranoia about the fort's well-being kept her from taking the idea seriously. What if the much-anticipated war began while she was away? Plus, he couldn't come see her himself because he was needed on the farm back home. He couldn't afford to take enough time off to make the trip worthwhile. So was the price she payed for following her dream of being in the militia. Communicating with him through letters would have to suffice for now.
Swallowing some of the beverage, Sarissa then thought of how others viewed her at Dawnpick. Indigo had come right out and called her evil, and many of the other ponies either feared her or hated her. Even though she was well-respected enough that few ponies actually provoked her, respect and friendship are two different things. It was mostly because of a lack of trust on both sides of the fence, she concluded. Others mistrusted her because of her zealousness, and she mistrusted them for one reason or another. Jaxler was a drinker and a brawler. Indigo always had something to complain about. Stiletto was a polygamist. Moral was mentally unstable. Falcata was too judgmental of Sarissa's intentions. Even the other militia ponies, which she would have had the most in common with, had a distaste for her. Virtue was nice, but due to their differences in jobs and class, their relationship couldn't really be called friendship. Amor was actually a pretty straight-up pony. It was nice to talk to her, but Sarissa felt that their contrasts still kept them from forming a strong bond.
Estoc trots up to the counter a few minutes later, convinces Brownie Bits to go fetch something for him to eat too and apologizes profusely for running late and takes the plate of glazed carrots with him in search of somewhere to sit. He notices Sarissa sitting alone off at the far side of the dining hall and concludes that this would be a fine opportunity to get to know her a bit better. He approaches the table with his plate in tow and asks, "This seat taken?"
Her ears prick up, noting the familiar voice, "Oh, Estoc. I wasn't expecting to see you. Go ahead." Sarissa slides her helmet over and puts it on the floor, giving him room to sit. Sarissa had practically watched him grow up, him being the son of fellow militia pony Naginata. Despite his youth, she felt a unique connection with him. He was probably her best friend at Dawnpick, even though that wasn't saying very much. "What brings you here so late?" she inquires.
He slips into place and sets his tray on the table. "Well, I'm just getting back from the barracks, actually. I was talking to mom and Captain Halberd... y'know, I'm getting close to six... and I was thinking of joining the militia." He chews on a slice of glazed carrot and smiles at her.
Sarissa's eyes widen, "Really? Six Already? I didn't realize you had matured so quickly..." The mare had known that Estoc was aspiring to be in the military, but she was surprised that he was finally old enough to apply. She returned the smile to him, "Gonna follow in your mom's footsteps, eh? Good boy. If you turn out to be as skilled as her, then you've got the potential to turn slaughtering the enemy into a real art form. I'd like to see how you handle an axe." That slice of cake had now become of secondary importance.
He nods and sucks down another slice of carrot. "Yep, I've been thinking about this for a while. I've always admired what mom and you all do, and especially after Rondel joined I was pretty sure it's what I wanted to do." He grins after swallowing the piece of carrot. "Of course, I don't think I'll be slaying any dragons any time soon, but hey, one day maybe you can show me a thing or two." He shrugs. "I'll probably be under Halberd with you." His mom didn't like the idea of being his captain for some reason, but he wasn't going to fight it.
A smirk grows across the armored pony's face, "I'm sure I could teach you how to lay the smack down on a dragon, but that's something that'll come later in time. First, you'll need to develop the coordination and combat reflexes of a true warrior. Plus, you're much more likely to deal with small fry like badger ponies. The militia will prepare you well when it comes to them." Sarissa was also pleased to know that Estoc might be in the same squadron as her. It would be nice to see him more often, "If you're gonna be working alongside me, then I'm gonna make sure you become the best fighter you can be."
He chuckles and takes a sip of juice. "Yeah, the badger ponies... mom really hates them, and I can't say I blame her. After they almost abducted my older brother that time and stabbed him in the leg... well, let's just say I'm looking forward to seeing to that never happening again. I wouldn't dream of fighting a dragon until I've dealt with a few of those badger ponies." He idly scratches the back of his head. "Of course, I don't want to face one until I've got a nice suit of armor and a weapon like you've got. I know what happened to Brook and Barley..."
"Yeah, and those thieves don't wear armor; our blades cut through their leather clothes like it's not even there," the copper pony mentions after swallowing the last glazed strawberry. "Heh, maybe you can even start your own little trophy collection once you've scored your first kill. I'll even show you how to prepare the skulls. If your parents don't like the idea of having it in their apartment, I might even make some room in my closet where you could store them."
He smirks and downs some more of his food. "Well, dad probably wouldn't like it. Not sure about mom, but I don't think she'd like it too much either." He shrugs again after taking another sip of his drink. "'Course, I suppose I'll be moving out of their home soon enough and get a place of my own. Doubt they'd say too much about it then." He thinks about it for a few moments. He wasn't so sure he'd go hanging badger pony skulls in his room, but some animals maybe. Although if he could get the skull of that badger pony who stabbed his brother, well, he'd hang more than just the skull up...
After swallowing the last of her tea, the axe-lord pats Estoc on the shoulder, "Whatever you decide to do, I'm sure you'll make us all proud, kiddo. Let me know when you find out for certain whether you'll be under Halberd with me or not; I look forward to seeing you there." Sarissa places her helmet back on her head, "Has your mother started teaching you anything about fighting yet?"
Estoc polishes off the rest of the carrots on his plate and shakes his head. "Nope, not yet. I'll start all of that tomorrow, and find out my posting too." He swallows a gulp of drink and adds, "Guess you'll probably get to show me a thing or two before she does."
"Probably," she smirks at him. Getting up from her seat, she retrieves her empty tray and glass. "I'd best get heading back off to my room for now. I'll see you tomorrow, Estoc." That was a nice change in routine and it helped take her mind off of her woes. Maybe things would start looking up.
Post by: Maklak on June 05, 2012, 06:23:54 am
(( Moonstone 261: Indigo asks for carpets. ))
(( This is less than a fortnight after Indigo slept at Amor's place and after she went to work in the caverns. Before Jaxler's arrest. ))
Indigo feels pretty good. He has been able to sleep almost normally since that night he spent in Amor's bedroom and working on the surface has helped to return his life to normal as well. Unfortunately intruding upon Amor's hospitality means, he has a rather big debt of gratitude to her, regardless of what she said. He wants to give her at least a token gift. He considered making a figurine of hugging ponies. The design is ready in his head and he tucked away an appropriate piece of marble. Amor seems to be a sucker for such memorabilia. Heck, she might even use it as a model for a statue or decorate it with gems matching their eye colours or do something equally crazy. On second thought maybe a figurine was not such a good idea after all, but the way Indigo sees it, everypony has some flaws. Just as he is going to settle for giving her a figurine anyway, he is stuck by an epiphany. He can give her something much more practical and maybe even get it for free.
Impressed by his own cunning, Indigo goes to see Virtue. With standard formalities, Glaive lets Indigo in and stands by the door. "Hello Lady Virtue," begins Indigo.
Virtue sees Indigo enter and feels an instant of worry, but his expression looks reasonably calm, so she follows suit and relaxes. "Hello, Indigo." She looks down to her daughter Serenity, who she'd been playing with, and tells her, "Run along, mommy has some work to do. Go see if you can find your brothers upstairs." As the filly grins and complies, she looks back to Indigo. "How can I help you?"
"I've been to Amor's room and noticed, she lacks some standard furniture. She only has a bed, a chest and a cabinet, but no table, chairs and shelves. She is one of the oldest residents, so I imagine this thing got overlooked."
That was interesting... there had been a blemish in the stock records along those lines that she had never figured out. "Oh? I wonder how that could have happened... I'm sorry about that." She raises an eyebrow as she thinks. "I wonder why she never brought this up to me before?"
Indigo frowns. "I'm not sure. She has access to room layouts and should know about it. Maybe she is too shy to ask for a table and some chairs, or got used to not having them. Still, she is eligible to get more furniture. There isn't anything suitable in the warehouse, but if you write the work orders, I can do the rest."
"Oh, of course," Virtue says as she fetches some blank work orders. She knew hanging onto a few would prove useful one day. "They're hers anyway if she doesn't have them yet. I suppose Longshot should sign off on this, but on the other hoof my signature probably still gets things going, even if I'm not the record keeper anymore."
Indigo nods "I'll confirm this with Longshot, just as a formality, of course." He glances at the filled papers, smiles briefly, puts them in his saddlebag and turns back to her. "Now, there is something else, I'd like to discuss. I live on the second floor, but I've recently noticed, that the rooms on the ground floor get very cold in the winter. The proper way of fixing it, would be to replace the cobblestone floors in those rooms with wooden ones and leave some space between them and the ground, but that is a major construction project and ponies wouldn't be able to use their rooms for a while. An easier solution is to put some carpets or rugs on the stone floors to make the rooms slightly warmer and more colourful. Since the clothing industry is up and running, and we seem to have enough clothes, making carpets shouldn't put any strain on more important industries."
Glaive interjects. "Well Indigo. Since I imagine the 'Free' furnishings are accounted for in the cost of the rent, I think that it would be better to not include them automatically, thus driving up the cost and hurting some of the less well off ponies, but to simply allow ponies to buy carpets themselves if they want one. Falcata and I did that, we live downstairs and when our foals were born, we didn't want them playing on a cold stone floor in the winter, so we bought a carpet from a caravan."
"Well... that would work even better. Glaive is right for another reason. If carpets were included in the standard, you'd get a line of ponies wanting one. If they are provided at subsidized prices, say 200 bits per room downstairs and full cost for anypony upstairs, there is going to be fewer ponies who want one as soon as possible. Still, winter is upon us, so I imagine the demand will be high."
Virtue crunches the numbers in her head and arrives at a similar conclusion about the whole thing. "Well... I think the town has enough bits in the treasury, so that giving the rugs away wouldn't be a major problem... but a subsidized offering might be better. We don't have a lot of capacity to make them, so like you said it might be best if demand was as low as possible." They could of course just make them and give them out for free, but who decided then who got the rugs first? Probably better this way. "It might upset the economics a bit as well, if we just gave them away."
She ponders the thought a moment more and reflects on how cold the floor got in her office during the winter. They really should have done something about this before. "I'll go speak to Longshot about the logistics of it." She gives Indigo a small smile. "But I think it's reasonable that the cloth workers, weavers and dyers are at the top of the list to get a rug."
"Well, me and Carmine are going to dye the thread of course, but I don't actually need a carpet. I live upstairs and my wooden floor is warm enough and easier to clean anyway. I'd like Amor to be one of the first ponies to get a carpet, though."
Virtue nods. "Well, alright, if you'd prefer to give her your spot in the list that's fine. I'll have to get back with you on the price exactly... I'll have to talk to Longshot first."
"Of course" answers Indigo. "Another matter is that well, it has been a while since the rainbow pony massacre and they have been sending assassins instead of diplomats. I think we may as well consider the goods from the caravan to be a property of Dawpnick, but there may be some legal procedures for that. It is a matter of practicality. There is no way to give them back now and they just occupy space in the warehouse.
"That is a good point..." she admits. "I don't think giving them back to the rainbows is much of an option, nor would it likely do much good at this point." She thinks about the contents of the caravan and says, "Perhaps they brought some cloth or thread with them. I think it's reasonable to put any of their supplies to use in making the rugs. Anything else, well, Longshot has the records now, he'll have to decide what to do with it all. I'll ask him about that too. Was there anything else?"
"No, that is all. Thank you and goodbye." says Indigo and goes away, looking pleased. Well, I didn't get everything for free, but Amor should be happy. Other ponies on the ground floor as well.
After Indigo leaves, Virtue collects a few work orders from her desk and jots down a few numbers. Longshot could help her get it all settled and get started on all of this. The carpets were a great idea, really. She wondered why nopony had brought it up before.
(( PROVERB: If a beggar asks you for an apple, give him only half an apple, so that he won’t go crazy from happiness. Or better yet, find somepony else to give him an apple. That way you will make two ponies happy: the one who gives and the one who receives. ))
(( NOTE: There are no carpets, floor rugs or tapestries in-game. They are just an unpopular suggestion on ESV (http://www.bay12forums.com/smf/eternal_voting.php). Therefore the carpet idea is purely in-RP with no in-game representation (the closest thing would be putting lots of ropes in every room, but that's kinda creepy.) ))
(( NOTE: I assume the price of the cheapest rug to be 20 bits per tile. 200 bits is quite a bargain for a well or finely crafted carpet of dyed thread, covering the whole room of 9 tiles. The full price should be 1000 bits per carpet or more, that's why Indigo asked for a subsidy. He could afford it anyway, but a gift for Amor is not worth that much to him. ))
(( Maklak says: Well, my head cannon is that the rooms in dormitories are like blocks of flats. Standard items, such as bed, table, window, chairs, chest, cabinet and shelves are considered to be a part of the room and provided for free (or with the rent or whatever). Ponies can customise their rooms above and beyond it. Amor's room lacks even some of the standard items, so they should be given to her, unless she doesn't want them. ))
(( Telgin says: That fits with about what I imagined too. [..] ))
(( Telgin says: Of course, I've already used up a lot of the crap from the caravan, if not all of it by now, but for RP purposes... ))
Post by: Maklak on June 05, 2012, 08:21:21 am
(( Obsidian 261, almost three months after Kit was wounded in the caverns: Amor gets gifts from Indigo. ))
After proposing to Lady Virtue that some carpets be made for ponies living on the ground floor, Indigo got one of the first for Amor, by letting her take his spot in the queue. This caused some raised eyebrows, especially when he moved her new carpet to his room, but he managed to get it in her name and at reduced price. He also made (and got paid for making) a =grabbo table= and carried the work order for two chairs and a shelf to Longshot. It resulted in Silver Tongue making two -lemon tree chairs- and one -lemon tree shelf-. With the carpet rolled in his room and the receipts for two chairs, one shelf and one table, he was looking forward to see Amor. The price was affordable: 200 bits for the carpet and nothing for the furniture, which she should have anyway. She was certainly taking her time in the caverns, but ponies exiting the mines told him that she just kept working a lot and was fine, so he didn't worry. In the meantime, a few other ponies got their carpets.
Amor ascended from the mine and was met by the late afternoon sun, fading off in the distant west. The mare fought off a bout of vertigo and photo-sensitivity and went to clean herself up at the well. After that she went about catching up on the news and talking to what friends she had, saving her favourite one for last. She knocks with her hoof on the palm door to Indigo's room and lightly shouts; “Indigo, it's me, are you home?” Things have been mostly uneventful on the surface and this made Amor happy, but only so much could be learned from listening to ponies chatting along the roads.
Winter days are short, so everypony finished work early. Indigo worked on transmuting leftovers from the kitchen into wood. It isn't as good as natural varieties, but is quite suitable as fuel or for making planks. Since he wears his guard uniform to work, he got into the habit of spending some time on its maintenance everyday. He is cleaning his helmet, just before going to eat dinner, when he hears Amor. He is quite happy to finally speak to her after two months. He opens his door with telekinesis, “Come in, I'm just finishing up, so we can talk.” His room hasn't changed much, except there is now a rolled carpet in the middle of it. Indigo puts away his chaffron and cleaning utensils and waits for her to enter.
Sighing in relief at the stallion's presence in his room, she opens the door more and sways it half close for some privacy. To her surprise, she sees a pig tail carpet, dyed beetroot red and midnight blue lying rolled in the centre of the room. Amor looks over it briefly and gazes back at the blue pony. “Hello Indigo, did you make the carpet with your own hooves?” She asks in her normal quiet tone, as she enters his room.
Indigo smiles at her. “No, I just dyed the thread for it. I got it as a gift for you. Just let me grab a few things and we can carry it to your room.” He takes a few documents from his drawer, along with a hammer and some nails, places them all in his saddlebags and puts them on, then turns to face Amor.
As the blue unicorn dons his saddlebags while talking, Amor walks further into his room. She marvels at the gift carpet with her peripheral vision, not taking her eyes off of Indigo. She wonders about the full extent of the pattern and the papers he took. “And the documents? Are we going to see the Duchess or mayor later?”
Indigo expected her to be more surprised at getting a gift, even more so an expensive carpet, but decides not to ask, if she already knew about it. “Later. I already paid for the carpet, but since it is for you and you get a subsidy, you need to sign the receipt. Now, let's get this to your room.” says Indigo as he lifts the carpet and puts it on his back at about a quarter of its length and gestures for Amor to do the same.
Amor moves under the remainder of the carpet and speculates on what he meant by subsidies. I recall signing some documents when first migrating here and receiving a room. Something about gratis furnishing for the room, but I rejected it on the account that others were waiting for their furniture and I didn't want to be a burden. She leads the two out the door and down the stairs with some difficulty and Indigo pauses briefly to close his room. At her apartment, she uses her horn to simultaneously unlock both the mundane and the hidden bolt to throw off any suspicion. As she opens the door, she is surprised to see two months worth of accumulated dust in her room. “I think this should have been the first place I came to after the caverns.”
“Is something wrong?” asks Indigo, standing too far to see inside her room, with the carpet still on his back.
A thin layer of dust is covering all flat surfaces in the room and some of it was stirred into the air by the change of pressure caused by opening the door. A cloud of dust reaches Amor's nose and she cutely sneezes. “Dust is everywhere, maybe before visiting others, I should have cleaned up. Can you wait as I get rid of the dust?”
“Ah. Sure” Why haven't I thought of that? “Let's just leave this in the corridor and hope nopony complains.” It is not like we are leaving a drunk Jaxler outside. Come to think of it, maybe I should leave him laying across Sarissa's door if he hits me too hard during sparring? “I'll go get a broom”. answers Indigo as he drops the carpet on the floor and goes back to his room.
Nodding, Amor sets the carpet to the side of the hall, striving not to impede any ponies coming by. The curly mane pony carefully enters her room, trying her best not to kick up too much dust and opens the window. She ponders on where to move her already present furniture in case it gets in the way. Amor gazes out of her room and sees nopony about. Her horn blazes a radiant azure glow as she telekinetically grabs her bed, cabinet and chest, moves them outside and leaves them out of the way.
Indigo grabs a broom, a scoop, a brush, a bucket for the dust and some rags. Should I get a bucket of water too? No, it is too cold for that, and we need to put the carpet on a dry floor. He returns to her room and sees her standing in the middle of it, just after removing her furniture. He puts all the tools next to her door. She moved all of this by herself so quickly? She really is strong and resourceful. “Here” he moves a clean piece of cloth in front of her, while tying a similar one over his face, “makes it easier to breathe with all the dust.” He telekinetically picks up a broom and begins to swipe her floor.
Amor ties the rag around her head, as a makeshift dust mask. She then takes the bucket with rags and proceeds to clean the crags and higher places from cobwebs. Afterwards she moves to clean the furniture that is outside of her room. Guess I won't have to do much cleaning in the spring now, the mare thinks as she wipes the dust off of her bed's headboard. As this goes on, the bucket fills with sweepings collected by the two ponies and the rags turn to blackish-brown colour.
Indigo works slowly and deliberately, with short swipes to minimise spreading the dust into the air. He collects it in piles, then moves it on the scoop and puts it deeply into the bucket before emptying it, again not to lift too much dust into the air. When he is done with this, he puts the bucket and the broom outside her room.
Coming back with her bed-sheets upon her back after dusting them off, she finds Indigo placing the bucket of dust outside her room. “Are we ready to lay down the carpet?” She says with a hint of excitement. Glad he didn't find my floor cache. The mare's mind drifts into worry.
“Almost done.” He switches to one of his utility spells and cleans all the dirt left in her room, until the place is nearly spotless. As he moves the active area of his spell to one of the corners, he notices a lingering spell, pauses for a moment and frowns. Seems to be some kind of alarm spell, but one I'm unfamiliar with. Oh well, this must be a stash. I didn't know she knows any spell other than weak telekinesis, but maybe some other pony did it for her. Nevermind. He just continues cleaning until he is done.
Watching as the stallion manipulates the 'strings of fate' to disperse the dust and grime, makes Amor a little envious. She knows about the spell, but she has spent too much of her training under her Old Master, learning less beneficial magic craft. Then her heart begins to race as his spell grazes the hidden compartment. The binding and mercury traps were superiorly crafted and well hidden and would be unaffected by his spell, but she could not tell if Indigo noticed them or not. He notices it, just brush it aside Amor. Indigo respects your privacy and would never force it open. Amor thinks, staying cool and lets Indigo finish his work.
“I think we're ready,” says Indigo as he turns to Amor, then looks at the carpet. She nods and they move it inside her room, unroll it and place it on the floor. It covers it whole and fits her room almost perfectly.
Amor is happy with her rough cinnabar floor being completely covered by the soft carpet. It is midnight blue in the centre and trimmed beetroot red. The mare feels the fabric under her hooves. “Thank you Indigo, for being such a good friend.” She says, forgetting that he even noticed her cache.
“Well, I wanted to repay you for that night two months ago. You really helped me. Now, is your furniture ready to move back?” he walks out of her room and applies to her furnishings the same cleaning spell, he used for her floor.
“I'm glad to be of help to my friends. Yes, it is time to move the furniture in,” she says nodding and walks out of her door with Indigo. Out in the corridor, she enjoys watching him work his cleaning magic. When he is done, they return each item to its original place. The carpet balances the colour of wooden walls and items, but clashes in Amor's eyes with her conjured wild strawberry chest. She pays it little mind.
“I'll be back, just let me get rid of all this stuff,” says Indigo as he collects all the cleaning utensils he brought. He walks outside to clean them, carries them back to his room and cleans himself on the way. When he gets back, he uses the same cleaning spell on her.
The curly mane mare marvels at her room as Indigo is away, but her attention is carried to her own grime. Much of her upper forelegs and her mane are off colour and dusty. As she turns to head towards the west exit of the central dormitory, Indigo catches her in his spell. It tickles and lightly tugs at her coat and mane. “Indigo, I'm not a little filly any more, the well is right outside.” She says in mock protest and suppressing a laugh.
“Oh, sorry, I got carried away. You do have some dust on you, and this is faster, you know.” Indigo smirks, but continues. “Besides, you won't get wet and I'm almost done anyway.”
Amor lets the stallion continue, enjoying it, until she reflects about the last time she had this much foalish fun. Ashlar… Indigo's magic starts to leave behind a faintly burning sensation, but she tolerates it for a time and then says with a light dominating tone; “I think I'm clean enough, Indigo.” He finishes quickly and they head back into her room.
Indigo follows her inside and pulls a document out of his saddlebag. “This is the receipt for the carpet. As a dyer I could get one of the first ever made, but since you live on the ground floor, and it's for you, you get a subsidy. As you can see, I already paid the reduced price for it,” he points to the place with 'paid 200 bits' and Longshot's signature. “This is bending the rules a bit, but Lady Virtue approved it and nopony protested about it. Just sign here and take it to Longshot in the morning.” He looks at the carpet. “By the way, Spool would like to have some feedback about his carpets. For example, does it move to the side of the room over time? Is it too big and a smaller one or several smaller ones would be better? Is it more difficult to clean than the stone floor? I'd imagine it so, because to beat it outside, you'll need to move all your furniture. Does it make your room any warmer and cosier? Does it make moving chairs over the floor more difficult? That sort of thing.”
Amor is surprised that Indigo would forward his carpet to her and bend the rules to get the price down. The bargain made her look at the stallion with a little shocked, but happy expression. Something like this should cost at least three times that. The mention of chairs confuses the mare; Spool's question for feedback may have been generic, but she still looks at the side of her room where she would place the chairs. “Maybe I should buy some chairs, if I'm going to invite more friends over.”
“Oh, about that.” Indigo pulls out three more receipts from his saddlebag and gives them to her. “Every room should have a table, two or more chairs and a shelf. This one didn't, so I cleared that up for you. Your new furniture is waiting in the warehouse, so let's go pick it up. You don't have to pay for it, as standard furnishings come free with every room.”
Again, Amor's mind is thrown back to when she first received the room and allowed others to furnish their rooms before hers. It was high time for her to receive her furniture. The two walk to the warehouse, where Indigo uses his light spell. He leads her to a =gabbro-stone table=, two -lemon-tree chairs- and a -lemon-tree shelf-. She examines the table and the hoof-work matches what is stated in the receipt. A thought crosses the mare's mind. “Indigo, did you happen to receive payment for this?”
Indigo laughs at that. “Well, I had a work order for a table, so I saw no reason not to do it myself and get paid for it. Furniture are some of the better paid orders. I didn't do the chairs and shelf, because I'm not as good with wood as I am with stone, so I just left those work orders with Longshot. Sure, I could have made two stone thrones, but those are heavy and unwieldy, so chairs are simply better. You have no reason to complain, I did a very good job on that table... or would you prefer to get the work order, make it yourself and get paid?” He laughs again. Not that I don't have savings, but every bit helps... and 200 bits is still a significant expense.
Amor joins Indigo's cheer, amused by the notion of getting paid for furnishing her own apartment. I would have never thought to do that. I wonder if anypony else ever gave me a gift and got compensated for it, instead of paying. The mare places the table on her back and finds it to be rather heavy, but nothing compared to the solid stone boulders that she dealt with at the masons' workshops. Indigo takes the chair and shelves. As the two return to Amor's room, she breaks the silence of the night. “Indigo, have you done this for anypony else?”
“What do you mean? Have I gone from room to room with a check-list and reported everything missing to Longshot? No. It is actually a good idea, but I'd rather somepony else did it. I'm not directly responsible for providing furniture to everypony.” answers Indigo. And I'd rather not see some of them anyway.
Amor shakes her head. “I meant have you ever showered another pony with gifts like you are with me?” She questions, wondering what she means to the stallion.
“Oh, that. Not really, or rather not for a long time. Anyway, like I said, you really helped me that night in Timber, and I abused your hospitality. I got you the carpet to compensate for it. I got you the furniture, because with all the trouble it took with carpets, it was easy, and the cost was actually negative.” Indigo smirks, but she is in front of him, and can't see that. “If you're asking, if I have some ulterior motive for giving you things, I don't. But then again, if I did, I wouldn't tell you, would I?” he laughs.
With a fuddled heart the mare mentally sighs; Please, why do you have to play with my damaged heart. Maybe I could invade your mind and see all your schemes for myself… She almost hangs her head in disappointed on her own thoughts. “Thank you Indigo, more for being a friend than anything.” She whispers. The two get to her room and place the table down against one of her walls and put the chairs next to it. Then Indigo nails her shelf to the highwood wall of her choice, using tools from his saddlebag. Glaive and Falcata complain about it through the wall, but are answered with cheerful “We'll finish soon!” When the shelf is in place, Indigo asks. “Are you hungry? I haven't eaten yet, so that's what I'm going to do now. Are you coming?” He collects his tools and turns to leave.
“I have lost track of time down in the caverns and missed a few meals, so I could eat.” Amor says as she snuffs out the candles in her apartment. Before closing and locking up her room, she marvels at how cosy it got and then goes with the stallion to the dining hall.
Indigo gives her a quizzical look. You missed a few meals, didn't even go to your room to change, and visited me first? Something is off about your priorities. Unless you just wanted to say hi, and I took up a few hours of your time instead. “You should have said so. I had my flask and some biscuits with me the whole time.” They briefly split to pick up their food. “Let's get this back to your room, shall we? Redecorating an apartment is as good an opportunity to celebrate as any.”
Amor joins him, loaded with a tray of carrot and celery soup. Hearing his proposal, she thinks that it is rather late and doesn't want to disturb her neighbours any further. “Indigo, the dining hall is nearly empty, do you mind if we eat here? We have already caused enough commotion for tonight. Besides, I wouldn't want to soil my new carpet and table so soon.”
Indigo rises his brow at that, but nods and points to an empty spot in the dining hall. They go there, sit and eat. “You haven't told me anything about your stay in the caverns yet. I asked a few ponies who left before you, but they said nothing interesting happened. How is the wall progressing? I'd imagine the scaffolding takes a lot of time.”
Setting down and eating with as much elegance as a unicorn pretending to be an earth pony can manage, she recounts the boring parts and tells him about her time with Sarissa and that the wall is going to be completed in the summer next year. She finishes the tale with her general impression. “I love the caverns, they have so much that can be explored and the life down there is nothing like the surface. From the white Tower-caps to the mystery of the cave spiders. I enjoy the sheen of their webs, but it is nothing like the webs of slippy-ponies.” She doesn't mention her experience with the Draltha, not to hurt Indigo's feelings.
Indigo stops eating as he remembers his own experiences below. “Yes, the caverns are beautiful. The expedition to explore the area around our airlock and set up the alarms, was quite an experience. The problem is... there are some really dangerous creatures down there, so we do need the wall. Though when I looked at the map, I couldn't help, but think that we could have secured a bigger area with similar effort.”
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After slurping down some of her soup, she thinks on how to set Indigo's worries aside. “There are always the other cavern levels. We can learn from our mistakes and not repeat them, when building new walls there. If we spend too much time fixing the mistakes of the past, the future will pass us by. We do have plans for the other cavern levels, don't we?”
Indigo sighs and closes his eyes. Then looks at her and speaks. “The deeper we dig, the worse it gets. About the most dangerous things we found in the first cavern are Dralthas. Below that, there are some giant abominations. Yes, there are plans to kill them and we have a trap, but it failed twice so far. The most sensible plan at this point would probably be to build a really thick wall between us and those things, but even when there wasn't an airlock, something got into the mines and killed Wool.” He sighs again. Thinking about it makes him lose his appetite, but he forces himself to eat the rest of his supper, keeping his eyes on the food.
Amor notices Indigo's change of mood and her own stomach ties in knots. “I have noted that the newer mine entrance, same as the old one, has no hatches, or any other way to be sealed off, if we needed to. The rules here are so lax that anypony could walk in at a whim and get in trouble.” Her tone is gloomy and she thinks; Even a foal or two have come close to dying in the mines. It would be best to end this topic. “Are you happy to be dyeing thread and cloth again?”
Indigo swallows and looks at her. “That is a good idea, actually. When the entrance to the mines was outside the gate, locking it made little sense, but now it does. Although... anypony stuck inside would be on their own, and we would either lose access to the mines or need to take them back by force anyway.” He frowns. “It is not a bad idea, but I don't think it to be a brilliant one either. All it would do is to trap some ponies inside, while the military takes time to mobilise.” His eyes light up a bit. “Yes, I'm pretty happy to finally be dyeing something. I have nothing against masonry, but I still prefer doing things related to my special talent.”
Amor enjoys the new direction their discussion is taking. She drinks down some lime juice, not taking her eyes off Indigo. Her ears scan around once in awhile but the stallion holds her interest. She sits her cup down and speaks. “I can enjoy doing things outside of my gift of working with stone, but there is nothing like working in your element. Hearing the chipping stone and seeing an image take shape in rock… there is nothing like it.” Her eyes glimmer but soon fade. “I also enjoyed working with clay, but we went so long without a kiln that my skills become rusty and faded. Is it the same with you?”
Indigo smiles, listening to her passionately talking about stones, then answers. “Yes, I forgot a few things I thought I knew, but I'm getting back in shape. I'm... sorry for you about the kiln, but there isn't much you can make out of clay, that we can't make out of stone or wood and the fuel is needed for making steel.”
Amor is pleased to hear that Indigo is getting back to speed with his forte, but also a little apprehensive that his job as a dyer is going to put him away from her during work. When she first made friends with Indigo, the stallion was usually but a stone throw away, even when he worked at the craft-shops... Then he joined the reserves and the mason workshops were moved closer to the entrance. Maybe some separation might keep this from progressing. “I'm happy for you.” After saying that, she stays silent for the short remainder of their late dinner.
After their late meal, Indigo sees her off to her door, where they bid each other goodnight. Afterwards he goes to his room to prepare to sleep. He feels happy and tired. As he lays in his bed, he recalls the events of the past few hours. She wasn't as surprised or happy or impressed as I expected her to be. Did she know beforehoof about this? Maybe she is just really good at 'expecting the unexpected', as Sekashi would put it? She seemed a bit concerned about me 'showering her with gifts', but a little caution is always good. Well, maybe I overdid it? The furniture was easy enough, but the carpets needed some thinking and work. Does she think... well, I am very fond of her, and it is a possibility, but... that would be a very serious decision and there is much, I don't know about her. Well, for now I'll just stop giving her things and give her some more breathing room instead. That should help to calm her down, although... I do like spending time with her. Oh well, at least it made me happy to make her happy, thinks Indigo as he falls asleep. The next day he wakes up rested and in good mood.
Alarmed by Indigo's abnormal chivalrous behaviour, she has a slight panic attack, but it subsides soon after he leaves instead of entering her room to stay for the night. Back inside she takes pleasure in her new furniture, sliding the lemon coloured and scented chairs around. I need to thank Silver Tongue later too. Her nose catches a rather obnoxious odour that was not much different from that of tanners. The scent reminds her of Indigo and she lies down on her new pig tail thread carpet, enjoying its retention of heat. Sadly, it does not last long until her coat and skin start to burn. She shakes it off as being new and the excess dyes have yet to hold the fabric, but doubt lingers on the edge of her mind. Maybe, you got a problem Amor. She gets dressed for bed and sleeps, having a nightmare where everypony is covered in thistle and weeds.
Next morning, feeling just short of well-rested, she does her usual morning routines and proceeds to the manor; this was before Longshot's golden door mandate, which Amor would later see as distastefully immodest. In his office she is flabbergasted to learn that Indigo set up the whole scheme, which will be beneficial to many ponies, presumably just to get her a carpet at a discount price. A part of Amor does not enjoy this display of affection; she is ill-suited to return it, even if she has feelings for Indigo. She likes neither the pain that it causes her, nor the future pain it could cause Indigo. Still, when the stallion is in her sight, the mare's heart flutters at times. You can't be wise and in love at the same time Amor, so stop trying. The pony thinks to herself at times in confusion. She is standoffish to Indigo for a week, but after a month her feelings and their relations return to normal.
(( NOTE: Moving the furniture in the evening and early night is a lot of commotion. I'm sure, some ponies noticed it. Especially those living on the ground floor of the central dormitory, such as Glaive or Falcata, but it was just easier for me and Psalms to do this scene alone. The carpets should be common knowledge by now, and so is Indigo and Amor spending a lot of time together. ))
(( NOTE: Just for the lolz at what poor Silver Tongue must have come through, take a look at this. (http://www.woodworkingtalk.com/f15/lemon-wood-8869/) ))
(( NOTE: Psalms says: At cost, a carpet would be worth around 2450 bits. That's not including workponyship, dye, or anything else. Worked out the size of a cape, worked out the size of an average bedroom in real life for DF, used that as a basis. For a six tile rug, you're looking at 25 and 1/3 yards of carpeting. An average cape for an adult is 1 yard of material. Working out at one bolt of cloth for a cape, 98*25.33 = ~2450. Dsarker's maths and my don't match. Toady settled for a square being 2x2x3 m. Witch if it was 1 tile wide... makes the cost up to 3266 bits. We're talking almost double the cost, 6468 bits. 9798 if triple. Carpet is expensive stuff. ))
(( Maklak says: Let's just settle for the full price being rounded to a thousand bits for 9 tile room. A carpet definitely shouldn't cost more than ten thousand bits. One more thing: Furniture is tied to rooms, not to ponies, so if your pony paid 200 bits for a carpet while living downstairs and moves upstairs, the carpet stays where it was.))
Post by: zomara0292 on June 06, 2012, 10:39:09 am
"Keep going." commanded Jury, adding another tally mark to the parchment. "Twenty-one more to go." The prone figure in front of her and Partisan had long since ceased pleading, now only making the occasional agonised cry or groan. Apparently, Virtue really hated having her bins exported, because this was one of the most excessive yet permissible punishments Jury had ever seen issued, never mind by such a seemingly meek pony. Maybe she really was a terrible, terrible judge of character. Virtue was apparently full of surprises.
“Look at him.” Partisan pleaded. “He’s had enough. Let's give him some leniency.”
“Lady Virtue has finally started to grow a spine; you will enforce the punishment she has laid out, as the guard captain of this town! Now strike again!” replied Jury coldly, averting her gaze from the battered, whimpering pegasus on the floor.
Partisan raised his crossbow as commanded, to strike again, but lost his strength and nearly dropped it coming down. Though the strike was feeble, it still stung the poor creature when it came into contact with his bruised skin. Partisan shrank a bit with the pained moan.
“We have to stop. I can’t do this anymore.”
“You will stop when you have completed your orders, Partisan, and not one strike further! Continue!” ordered Jury, still resolutely looking anywhere but at the stricken figure of Whirlwind.
“Damn it Jury,” he said as he raised his bow once more. "It’s not like he stole something!" It was obvious that he was not liking this one bit. He struck three more times, each one far weaker than the last.
“Partisan,” hissed Jury, looking somewhat uncomfortable herself now, “it is not ou- your place to question, only to act. Virtue has mandated forty strikes, and forty you shall deal. And gods help us, you shall strike him properly!”
Damn the mandate. That thought stuck with Partisan until he had only ten blows left. By that point he was fed up. He did not want to lay another hoof on the ill fated pony.
“No. More.” Partisan slurred out with an angry huff. His vision was getting red and his temper was rising. He didn’t agree to being the Captain of the Guard so he could hurt others, but so he could help them. What was he doing this for? On the floor, Whirlwind's whimpers continued to come, the unfortunate pegasus long beyond listening or counting. If he thought forty had come and gone, he was about to be cruelly mistaken.
By this point, Jury had turned away from the pitiful sight, doubt and duty warring within her. Even to her, forty whole strikes with an appropriate instrument seemed excessive, especially for the apparent crime of flouting a trade embargo, but as she’d said to Partisan it was not her place to question.
“Partisan! Proceed! Proceed or stand aside and I shall do your duty in your stead, if you are so unwilling!” she forced herself to say, keeping her face as rigid as ever. The punishment is within legal limits...but at the very, very maximum. Yet what we are doing is right, by all the laws of the land... she tried to reassure herself.
“I will not have you do this! Ever!" Partisan had no choice but to submit once again. He could not and would not let Jury go through the actual pain of harming somepony she knew. With each new hit, he tried to hold back a bit, but Whirlwind’s pained howls only grew in volume. Five left and once again the screams seemed to fill the room.
“Jury.” Partisan's voice came out flat and pained itself, though it could barely be heard over the screams of agony.
“Five more,” stated Jury, now looking decidedly nauseous. “Finish it and- and the next one can be brought in. Get it over with, Partisan!” she snapped, wishing the macabre spectacle would end. At least nopony could say they had shirked their duty.
He only grunted his reply. Swallowing hard, he closed his eyes and gave the last five strikes. Each one shook Whirlwind’s body until he went completely limp from the immense pain.
In fear Partisan checked him carefully. He was breathing, but barely. Partisan took his time to carefully remove Whirlwind from his binds so as to bring him no more pain.
“He is going to the hospital. We can let him rest it off for a bit, but he has to go to the hospital.”
“Yes,” mumbled the purple mare, crossing the room slowly. “Straight to the hospital.” Her gaze alighted on the chained figure of Savory as she opened the door, her expression half mournful and half baleful. Beforehoof, she would have given him her usual death glare, glad to see him suffer retribution like the criminal he was, but now even she wasn’t so sure. Not for a crime so mild.
There was deep fear in Savory's eyes as he looked on to his fate, soon to be shared with the unmoving, brutalised pegasus in the room beyond. It looked like they had beaten him until he was dead and was just going to leave him on some straw. He squirmed in his chains, hoping to get free and run away.
“This ain’t right!” he screamed as he looked at the seemingly malicious intent on Jury’s face.
“Be quiet!” barked Jury, already feeling sickened and in no mood to deal with a rowdy prisoner. “Be quiet and await your sanction!”
"No! Why should I? I did nothing wrong!" Savory quieted down after that anyway, more out of caution than fear. He brooded and plotted as she came close. Some of the spells he'd learned over the years for scaling and boning tough fish had worked to some degree on his chains. If she came close enough...
"I told you to be silen-" began Jury before Savory interrupted her by ramming his face right into hers, pushing her on her rear and breaking his chains totally at the same time.
Caught completely off guard but reacting on instinct, Jury nevertheless shunted a jolt of electricity into her horn, a protective measure she'd picked up years back in Coupledye. The defensive spell went wild on account of her panic, however, and her horn fizzled out in an unimpressive display. So she screamed instead. Loudly.
"PARTISAN!"
Savory pinned the mare beneath him, jabbing his now-lit horn painfully into her throat and locking two fear-filled eyes with hers, though he addresses Partisan.
“I never did anything! Whirlwind neither! Stay the buck away and let me go or I swear I’ll k-”
The snapping of the chain, popping of a failed spell, and frightened cry of his wife jolted him straight into attention. He bolted toward them with all the speed his wings could muster, dropping the injured Whirlwind in the process. As he rammed into Savory, he caught a glimpse of Jury laying on the ground, clutching a bruised head and a slightly bleeding throat with two hooves. His anger returned to him as he bucked hard, forcing his target to tumble around a bend, and continued to give flight.
“Partisan!” cried Jury, picking herself up and stumbling after him, staggering up the corridor towards the violent noises from around the corner. As she comes into view of the scene, though, she freezes in shock at the sight before her.
Partisan and Savory were wrestling on the floor; each one trying to gain the upper hoof on one another. Partisan raised his crossbow to try and knock him out, but was interrupted by a small flash of light from the unicorn's horn and a flailing hoof. The attack hit him straight in the jaw, which gave way to a painful sounding click. Savory watched as the weapon fell and landed off to the side, tearing his attention from the pegasus. This gave Partisan just enough time to recover and strike back, throwing an angry hoof right into Savory’s face. And again. And again. And again. The blows rained down like lightning, his fury knowing no bounds. The punches were totally without restraint, fuelled by an immense anger, thundering down with lethal force on the increasingly bloodied and defenseless unicorn.
“Stop! Stop! Subdue and restrain him again, we can deal with him after tending to Whirlwind! Partisan, stop!” shouted Jury, leaning against the wall for support. Her head was still spinning, magical feedback and blunt trauma not proving helpful when you were trying to stand up.
Several more blows were made before Jury could finally snap him back into reality. But the sight of what he did pushed him far past that. There in his hoof was a broken stallion struggling just to make a last labored breath. He had seen it many times before in the past. One time in particular haunted him, and, though he was on the same end, the shoe was now on the other hoof. Even as he watched in horror, Savory's final breath slackened and he slumped, utterly still.
“What did I. . . .” Partisan choked on his words as he looked from his bloody hooves to the cook.
“Partisan?” asked Jury, coming closer, perturbed by the unnatural and sudden quiet. “Partisan?”
He didn’t speak. He didn’t even move. No tears were shed, just silence. Silence mixed with dread. All these years, he claimed that his loyalty belonged with the ponies of Dawnpick. Here he was, now, holding a citizen of Dawnpick, of whom he was to protect, in a crippled position that he had caused. he was the lowest of the low. No better than his father.
“Partisa-” began Jury, cutting herself off as the realisation hit her in turn. “Oh my gods...” She abruptly turned away, retching all over the floor at the sight of the dead cook.
Partisan turned to ask Jury to carry the newly dead pony only to be met with the sight of her heaving the dinner they had earlier all over the floor. He just left her to finish and did his best to carry the body on his back to the dungeon. Whirlwind was still there, lying awkwardly in some straw.
Eventually, Jury came to her senses, and wordlessly trudged over to Whirlwind, lifting the unconscious, battered pony onto her back and setting off for the hospital, a haunted, vacant expression on her face. She was going to Virtue about this as soon as she could, make no mistake. Jury would have found it humorously ironic, were she in any state to do so.
(Some time before)
It was a slow day today, like it had been for the the last few weeks. Partisan was busy making dinner while Jury went out to get some fresh apples and wine. There was a soft knock at the door, but Partisan was in his own little world and didn't notice it, nor the papers left under the door.
Jury opened the door, various food items levitated in a basket beside her. Her hooves crunched down on parchment as she entered, and she coughed to get her fiancé’s attention.
“Partisan. Papers on the floor again. Rectify, now.” She trotted on past, heading for the desk to put the basket down.
“Give me a second, Juju.” he said, just to spite her. Partisan chewed on a bit of lettuce as he walked over to get whatever it was that Jury called him for. The paper in question was quite new but the words seemed be written in a bit of a rush.
“It’s official looking, but I’ll read it after dinner.” Partisan exclaimed to as he began to put it with other documents he had to read that day.
“Read it now, you lazy colt,” snapped Jury, irritated by Partisan using that abhorrent pet name for her again. “Or you shall be getting no dinner at all.”
“Hey,” he jokingly snapped back, “I cooked it. I should at least get to taste it.” But he submitted anyway, picking up the letter and opening it. His eyes went wide at what he saw. It didn't make any sense to him.
“Jury. We will talk about this after dinner.” His voice was firm, indicating that this wasn’t one of his usual suggestions.
“What? Is it important?” queried Jury immediately, recognising Partisan’s tone. She abandons sorting through the contents of her basket, looking towards the now stony-faced guard captain with a serious expression of her own.
“”After dinner.” That was all he said as he went back to finish making the meal, carrying the Official note with him so Jury would not see it. in the kitchen, he could be heard speaking to himself.
“This was supposed to be a nice and quiet day. I was supposed to sit down and talk to my wife about the wedding, but no. This had to come up. Of all things.”
His ranting continued until he came out with a prepared meal for them.
Dinner was quiet, though. Partisan just couldn't find any words to lift up his now drooping spirits.
“Are you all right?” asked Jury eventually, after the umpteenth long, silent minute had gone by. “You seem distracted.”
“I. . .” He considered telling her he was, but that would be a lie.
“No. No I am not. We just got an edict from Virtue. Two ponies are to receive beatings, and another three are to be put in jail.” Partisan got up, unable to finish his portion of the meal, and walked back into the kitchen.
Jury nearly choked on her food, spluttering briefly in an attempt to recover. Beatings? That wasn’t the Virtue she knew, not by a long shot.
“Are you sure?” she called after him, her gaze fixated on her plate as if it held the answers to the many questions whirling round her mind. “On what grounds?” Never would I have thought that Virtue would ever actually pony up to any degree, let alone hoof out beatings. The perpetrators must have done something terrible to warrant that from such a mild-mannered pony.
Partisan came out once more, this time with papers in his maw.
“This says why they are in the trouble they are in, but says nothing as to why such a decision was made. Its not marked urgent, but it says that it has to be done today.” He placed it all in front of the unicorn so that she could see it for herself.
Jury read the papers with interest, surprised and almost...impressed with their contents. "For breaking a trade embargo...the sentence Virtue has imposed is near the maximum possible, perhaps even the maximum." So much for 'a soft touch'!
She looked up at Partisan, her expression neutral. "Well, we shall do as we are bidden. Standard procedure - you will execute the sentence and I shall act as official confirmation that the punishment was dealt properly."
He hated when Jury said things like that but it was late and he’d rather not make things worse for them by getting her worked up. Giving her a nod, they got to work writing up a quick summons for use in getting the ponies in question to come without a fight. It worked for the most part. The most trouble they had came from Whirlwind, who was quieted only by Jury throwing around her rank and other stern words.
Post by: Kryptid on June 06, 2012, 11:18:04 pm
It was a bit over a month since Sarissa had asked for Moral's advice about pyrokinetics. Another day of experimentation was at hand. The armored mare had set up a testing site just outside of Dawnpick's walls on a wide patch of barren soil. Several items were present; a small glass container holding blood procured from the butcher shop, a strip of scrapped steel left over from the blacksmiths, and a bucket of water for safety. Enchanting a piece of practice metal before attempting it with her own axe would insure that her valued weapon would not be harmed. She had the basic knowledge of blood and heat, but combining them in a meaningful way would be tricky.
Her method was to enchant the strip of steel with a prototype spell, but not inject any magical energy into it at first. Then, a drop of blood would be placed on top of the metal. From a safe distance, Sarissa would proceed to douse the area with magic, charging the enchanted steel with enough energy to activate the spell. The process proved to be draining on the unicorn, which limited the number of attempts she could try per day. Because of other responsibilities, Sarissa is unable to experiment as often as she would like to. Over the weeks of her experimentation, she had taken notes of what had occurred during various attempts on each day. The summary of her discoveries are as follows:
Spells #1 through #5: Enchanted steel has no apparent effect on blood (multiple corrections made, but no activity yet seen).
Spell #6: Enchanted steel causes drop of blood to blacken and dry into ash. No heat present.
Spell #7: Enchanted steel has no apparent effect on blood (must have made a mistake in tweaking Spell #6).
Spells #8 through #10: Enchanted steel causes drop of blood to rapidly convert into red smoke. No heat present.
Spell #11: Enchanted steel causes drop of blood to burn and melt through the steel as if it were concentrated acid. Much heat present, but blood does not boil even though steel becomes very hot (In essence, the reverse process of goal spell).
Spell #12: Enchanted steel causes drop of blood to heat rapidly, exploding in shower of orange sparks. Cracks left in steel afterwards.
Spell #13: Same as Spell #12, except steel explodes as well. No injuries sustained (need to reduce rate of heating and procure new strip of steel).
Spell #14 through Spell #16: Enchanted steel causes drop of blood to bubble and boil. Steel also heats up enough to begin melting (step in the right direction, but reduce heat further).
Spell #17: Same as Spell #16, except steel appears unharmed (Looks promising!).
After modifying her prototype enchantment many times, Sarissa believes that the seventeenth variant of the spell may be the winner. The unicorn seeks further testing in order to insure there are no adverse side effects. In every repeated test, the steel remains perfectly intact, no matter how much blood is poured onto it and boiled away. Now feeling confident, the axe-pony decides to imbue the metal blades of Elegy with the spell. The two silvery blades now glow the same green color as her magic as the spell is charged up. She admires the luminescent iron alloy for a few moments before allowing the energy to dissipate. As her axe's appearance returns to normal, Sarissa heads back for the inside of Dawnpick's walls. She is rather happy that everything appeared to go well. Appearances, however, can be deceptive...
Post by: jaxler on June 07, 2012, 06:05:53 pm
Oh Jaxler had a nice night. He spent all his time tonight drinking. The pony won 3 drinking games tonight, and by the time he stumbled out the meeting hall door, he had left 4 empty barrels in his wake. He wandered around the fort for around 10 minutes before dropping his crossbow in a tree, and then walked around for another 5 minutes before blacking out on the draw bridge.
Clear Skies groaned as he dragged Jaxler away from the fort. Peony told him about something funny out in forest Jaxler is just going to looove. Knock Him out, huh? If he could just remember where it .. yes, there it was was, by the river. Clear pushed Jaxler down a hill into a patch of neon blue flowers.
“Hehe, Sweet dreams, Jax.” Clear grinned , wringing his hooves
***The Next Day***
Jaxler woke up near the river and remembered nothing about last night. He had an annoying headache and a pain in back. He felt like he had been dragged around. The pony got up looked around. somehow he ended up outside the fort, and he couldn’t find his crossbow anywhere.
Jaxler walked into town, and search of his crossbow. it took him awhile to find his beloved weapon hanging from a tree, and unharmed. Strangely enough, ponies kept introducing themselves to him, and stallions kept looking at him funny, which was strange. Jaxler was walking to the craftspony’s workshop when he noticed a familiar pony was nearby.
Granite hopped down from a nearby tree and stood in front of the workshop with a questioning look on his face.
Jaxler looked at Granite puzzled. “Aye Granite. Why do you seem confused?” there was something strange with Jaxler’s voice, but it was probably just a cold or something.
“W-who are you and how do you know my name?! Also why do you have Jaxler’s crossbow?” Granite says, his voice shaking with fear.
Jaxler tilted his head in confusion. “What the hell are you saying Granite?”
“H-how the hell do you know me?!” Granite says. “Who are you?!”
Jaxler was starting to get really confused. “I’m bucking Jaxler, and did you fall out a tree and hit your head on a damn rock or something? you're acting strange as bucking hell.”
“I’m sorry, but the Jaxler I know doesn’t have a horn or IS A MARE!” Granite shouted. “So who are you?!”
“Granite... What the buck? I’m not a mare, and I don’t have a horn. Do I need to take you to Panacea or are you JUST BEING A JACKASS!?”
“Alright you sound like Jaxler, but you don’t look like him. Do you want me to get you a mirror or something?” Granite asks.
“wha... what?” Granite was acting strange. “Sure I guess, are you sure you didn’t hurt yourself?”
“Not to my knowledge. I’ll be right back...” Granite goes off and comes back with a mirror in his mouth. He spits it out at “Jaxler’s” hooves. “Take a look.”
“Fine, fine...” Jaxler looked at his reflection on the mirror. “WHAT THE BUCK BUCK BUCK BUCK BUCK CLUSTER-BUCK BUCK!!” this was bad... at the sight of his face, Jaxler about died. Somehow he had been turned into an alicorn mare. “DA BUCKING HELL, MAN!”
“Well at least I know you’re Jaxler, except an alicorn mare that’s oddly attractive. I always considered you ugly when you were a stallion, huh.” Granite stated nonchalantly. “Anyway, do you have any idea how to fix this? Or do you know how this started?”
As much as Jaxler wanted to continue screaming at the top of his lungs, he knew he needed to keep his calm. “I don’t know, I just woke up by the river looking like this...” Jaxler then sighed heavily. “At least now i know why things seemed lower than before, and why the other stallions keep looking at me funn... oh god...”
Granite thinks for a moment. “Oh god I just picked up on what you meant. Sucks to be you... Anyway, we should probably do something about this... can you retrace your steps?”
“Well, yes.. I actually know exactly where I woke up. It was by the river and I remember waking in some flowers...”
“Do you know what color the flowers were?” Granite asks. “I’m sure somepony could put two and two together and figure out what happened. But I bet the flowers had an effect somehow...”
Jaxler’s eye’s turned into little tiny dots as he realized something. “do-do you think me being a alicorn mare is permanent?”
“Who knows? Is it really that bad?” Granite asked.
“yes... I just got a mare friend... other stallions are gawking at me... and I’m A BUCKING DAMN ALICORN!!!”
“Yup it’s that bad. Should we at least visit your mare friend and tell her the news?” Granite asks.
“I-I think I should go alone...” Jaxler sighed heavily. How the hell could he- she have let herself turn into... this.
“Well... best of luck to you then...” Granite says. “I might go check out those flowers later... maybe get some information...”
“Okay...” Jaxler then left the workshop, feeling both depressed and traumatized. How could she have been turned into an alicorn, it was disgraceful and being a mare too, she felt horrible. At least she had her crossbow this time, or else this would be a repeat of her time in jail. It took her awhile for her to finally get to Marilee’s house. She extended hoof and knocked on the door.
Gregor answered the door, eye-level with the unfamiliar pony. “Hello there, miss. May I ask your name?”
Jaxler sighed... this wanna gonna be awkward. “Um... it’s Jaxler Blackflutes... can I talk to Marilee?”
Gregor raised an eyebrow. “...I know a Jaxler Blackflutes, and you’re not him, ma’am. So again, who are you?”
Jaxler sighed again. “Gregor, I’m Jaxler. I have the same scars and my cutie mark is the same.”
Gregor craned his neck to see the mare’s cutie mark, then ducked down to confirm that the jagged scar on his - well, her belly was there. Then he stood there for a moment, before turning back to call over his shoulder. “Ah... Mari?”
Jaxler felt awkward, so she didn’t say anything else to Gregor. She couldn’t help but think this was about to get bad.
Marilee came to the door, standing by her father. “Um... hello?”
Jaxler sighed. This was not gonna end well. “Aye, Marilee. I kinda got turned into an alicorn mare...”
“Uhm... what are you talking about, miss? I don’t understand...”
Gregor nudged her gently. “It’s your friend Jaxler, hun. It looks like he’s run afoul of some magic.”
Marilee gasped, holding a hoof to her lips. “O-Oh my! A-Are you alright? How did this happen?”
“I think I’m fine.... and I don’t have the slightest clue how this happened...”
“Oh, Jaxler... come on, come in.” Marilee took Jaxler by the hoof and led him into the room. Germaine was lying on her bed, an open book before her. As she looked up to see the tall black alicorn entering their room, she opened her mouth to speak. Gregor stopped her with a hoof on her withers. “It’s Jaxler, hun. I’ll explain it later... when I’ve figured it out myself...”
“Does anypony here a clue as to how this happened...”
“W-Well, it’s probably just a spell, like you said, right dad?”
Gregor turns to her. “I’m not sure, Mari. Admittedly, I don’t really know anything about magic. Though if I had to guess, I’d say yes.”
“Do you think I can go to back to normal?” Jaxler seems stressed as could be, possibly even scared.
“I... I’m sure there must be a way.” Marilee reached up to hug him, trying her best to comfort her new colt - er, marefriend. “We’ll find a way.”
Jaxler caught off guard by the hug, but it helped. “Thanks...”
Marilee released Jaxler, but stood beside him and leaned against him gently. “So... do you want to stay here for a while?”
“I would love too, but I need to know what happened and how- if I can fix this, as soon as possible.”
“I know, and I want to help, but... I just don’t know where to start.”
“Well, be best idea of heard so far was from Granite. I told him about some flowers I woke up in, and he told me they might have had something to do with this.” Jaxler was pretty sure that flowers were powerless, but it was the best and only theory to have arisen, thus far.
“Okay. I hope he finds out... and doesn’t end up like this as well...”
“I think I’ll have those flowers burnt, and keep one or two, and have a herbalist look at them.”
“I’d hold off on that. If they’re what did this... they might be needed to make the cure.”
“You're right, I’ll take more than a few, but I still think I should have them destroyed. If somepony else walks in those, it would be my fault.”
“It wouldn’t be your fault, Jaxler. You couldn’t have known they were there, or what they would do.”
“Still I’m obliged to destroy it. If it can do this then I need to remove it in order to keep others safe.”
“I understand.” She managed a smile. “you have to protect ponies. It’s what you do.”
Jaxler smiled back, “Thanks.” Jaxler then diverted his attention to everypony in the room. “Does anypony here know where I can get an airtight container?”
Germaine raised an eyebrow. “Well... maybe a jar with a waxed cork? is there a glassmaker in Dawnpick?”
“I believe there is, and if not I’ll just have to go with an iron pot.” Jaxler then got up and made her way for the door, but stopped right when she reached it. “Marilee, thanks for not dumping me because I’m a mare.”
Marilee just smiled at him. “What kind of a marefriend would I be, if I left you when times got tough?”
“Thanks... for everything.” Jaxler then went out the door, toward the glass furnace. She bought a large Jar upon reaching the the furnace. She turned around to head off toward the drawbridge when she noticed somepony else she knew was nearby.
Flux exits his furnace, planning to gather more ore and charcoal, then notices the odd alicorn mare exiting the glass furnace. She looks oddly familiar, but he can’t quite place her. Which is odd, the only alicorn mare he knows is Stiletto.
Jaxler sighed deeply. Judging by Flux’s face this wasn’t gonna end badly, but it was probably best to get taken care of now as apposed to latter. So, Jaxler walked up the pony. “Aye, Flux.”
Flux looks more confused. “Uh... sorry Ma’am, but... do I know you?”
“Do you honestly not know who I am?”
Flux nervously shuffles in place. “Uh... sorry, no. You look familiar, but I can’t place it, Madam.”
“Flux... I’m Jaxler.”
Flux raises an eyebrow at that. “Um... he’s shorter. And doesn’t have a horn. And is a stallion”
“I’m Jaxler, I have the same scars and cutie mark.” Jaxler figured if it worked for Gregor it would work for Flux.
“There’s... more than one way to accomplish that. If you’re really him... you know how.”
“Damnit you’re making this difficult, just ask me a question only Jaxler would know.”
“...I did.”
“Well, if I was a changeling too then why would I have his crossbow?”
Flux’ eyes widen and he tries to shush Jaxler. “Ok! It’s you! Um... what happened?”
“I woke up by the river in a bed of flowers looking like... like this. Either somepony did something to me, or the flowers are magical. Either way I’m gonna put a few of them in this jar, and then burn the rest.”
“Stiletto might know something? She’s not a bad herbalist.”
“Well....” Jaxler wasn’t sure if there were any herbalists in the fort. “Maybe, I’ll talk to her once I’ve burned those flowers.”
“Uh, alright. Did you need my help with them? I’m on shift right now, but I could take my break if you need me?”
“Yes, actually. I plan on having Moral incinerate them. I know he’s a bit whacky in the head, but he should be able to destroy them thoroughly and I’d like you the be there, to help in case he gets, a bit...”
“...a bit Moral? Alright, give me a couple minutes to sign off on my break and I’ll meet you at the drawbridge?”
“I’ll go grab, Moral while you take care of that.” Jaxler walked straight to the craftspony workshop. once he got there she just told Moral he needed to burn something. Moral even believed that Jaxler was Jaxler without any explaining. they then headed for the drawbridge and waited for Flux.
Flux soon came trotting up, carrying a mitt to hopefully make handling these odd flowers safer. “Hmfh!” He blushes and sets the mit on his back. “Hey!”
“Hay, um...” Moral then took a small book out from under his wing and looked in it. “Flux?”
“Aye, Flux, are you ready to take care those things?”
“Um... probably not, but I don’t think I’m going to get any more ready than I am now. Where are they?” he asks before taking up the mitt again.
“They are down by the river, near where the old pier used to be.”
“How long til’ I get to burn things miss Jaxxy?”
Flux chuckles around the mitt and follows, curious about what could have made Jaxler into an alicorn mare.
Jaxler ignored the stupid alicorn for the entire walk. It took them a little while, but eventually they reached the spot. It was a bed of blue flowers, like none that had been seen around Dawnpick before. “Okay, on account of the fact that you have the mit, can you pick the flowers, Flux?”
Flux gives an uncertain nod and gestures for Jaxler to set the jar down before slowly and carefully reaching for a flower. He carefully plucks a flower and places it in the jar, and repeats this several times to have a decent, and potentially toxic, bouquet. Satisfied, he takes several steps back.
“Okay, Moral, please ignite the rest of these flowers.”
Moral smiled ear to ear as his horn glew dark red and an sickening red aura overtook the flower bed. It took a while, but after a while the bed spontaneously combusted. “Dear flux, may I ask you to remove your mitt? Seeing how it just contacted those, foul plants it might be best if it is disposed of.” All said while keeping his eyes on the fire
Flux’ eyes widen and he tosses the mitt into the blaze. He shuddered to think what this stuff might do to him if it could change Jaxler into an alicorn mare.
“Good, good, I’d hate to see you share a similar fate to our Jaxler over here.”
Flux gives a nervous chuckle. “Um, ya...”
“Moral, why the hell are you talking like normal pony?”
“Why the hell are you a mare?”
“Hehe.” Flux chuckles again at the two alicorns arguing.
“Shut the hell up.”
“Honestly, I can’t comprehend why you are so enraged. You actually don’t look as ugly as you used to now that you're a mare.”
“Damnit can you please just leave”
“Fine, but it would be best if we all left this site.”
Flux nods, coughing a bit from the smoke already.
Post by: Dsarker on June 08, 2012, 02:29:56 am
Zearoth had finished his training for the day and decided to simply enjoy the rest of the evening in some peace. After setting his weapons away he decided to take a short walk around Dawnpick. Eventually taking a moment to rest in the meeting hall.
Zearoth sees what appears to be a sketchy-looking earth pony to one side, a wooden expression on his face.
Even though Zearoth wasn’t in the guard, he felt he could at least see what was up with the strange pony. So he walked over to him, and greeted him with a nod.”Hello. I don’t think I’ve seen you around the fort before.”He said.
The pony’s response sounds a bit muffled, but understandable. “Hello dere, pony. Wotcha doin’?”
Zearoth paused for a moment at the muffled words.”I’m.. Just walking around for a little while. I haven’t much to do aside from train. Can I, ask your name?”Zearoth asked as he kept his attention to the newcomer.
“Sure ya can, erfy pony,” comes the still muffled response. “Me name’z Loose Screw. Wot’s yers?”
It still took a moment for Zearoth to get a hold of the muffled words, though he gave a smile once he knew what Loose Screw said.”I’m Zearoth. I train with the militia. It’s nice to meetcha, Loose Screw.”
“Yer, dat’s wot you ponies ‘ere do, innit? Trainin’ all da time, innit,” Loose Screw says, continuing with “I’s a pony just like you, that’s right.”
Zearoth quirked his brow at the ponies words.”I... Yes. You certainly are. Though training isn’t what we all do... Just the guard, militia and reserve train. We do have others like bakers, woodburners and such that don’t really train.”He replied.
“...Yeah, dey has ta train too, don’t they? I’z...I is from da capital, right. Yer, dat Couplydie place. I’s from dere.” His voice pauses. “Yer, not much trainin’ dere. All da ponies dere know wot ta do.”
Zearoth gave a slow nod to Screw Loose as he heard him talk.”Well I’m sure that’s because they’ve already trained... But I was just talking about combat training. Using a weapon and such. I don’t see much reason for a baker to learn how to swing an axe.” He said. Though strange, he was enjoying the conversation at least.”I didn’t know that ponies from Coupledie had such an accent. It’s certainly.. Different.”Zearoth gave a nervous grin as he said this.”Can I ask what you used to do there?”
“I’z...I does stuff, yer. Like...Stuff, yer. Dat’z wot I do. Like...fer other ponies loike me, right,” Loose Screw says.
The conversation was certainly going in a weird direction. Was he really from Coupledie? Who exactly was he and what did he do? These and other questions all slowly filled Zearoth’s mind until he decided on one.”Ponies like you? Are you... Different in some way? If you don’t mind me asking.”
“Nah, I’z just like all da ovva ponies here. I is just annuda erfy ponie,” he says hastily.
Zearoth already thought Loose Screw was acting a little sketchy. And the hasty answer only furthered this thought.”Oh, okay... It just seemed from what you said. You do anything else aside from, um... Stuff?”
“Uh...Nah, not really. Just da stuff, dat’s wot I do.” The pony stops talking for a second. “Uh...Yer a guardie ponie, ain’tcha?”
Zearoth opened his mouth to answer, though paused. Maybe he could get something from this...”Maybe I am? Does that change anything?”
“Yer, ya gotz a wepun, dontcha?”
Zearoth sighed inside. He was kinda hoping to get more from that.”Well... I’m more of a militia. But I do have weapons, yes.”
“Dat’z gud. I can ficks up yer weapun, make it betta.”
“Make it better?”Zearoth thought for a moment.”What exactly could you do to make it better?”He asked. Seeming more curious now.
“I can makes it more choppy...or stabby, or...make it shootier, wotevva it needz.”
Zearoth gave a nod.”So you’re.. Like a weapons maker? I’ll think about it... But I’m happy with how my crossbows work already.”
“Sure ya are. I can still make it betta.”
Zearoth nodded again. He certainly couldn’t go against Loose Screw’s logic. Maybe he could make his crossbow’s.”...Shootier”Zearoth mumbled. He was just thinking of heading back to his home by now, though he remember that there was something curious that he wanted to ask about.”Oh. Can I ask why your voice is, um... Muffled?”
“Uh...” The voice seems to become clearer. “I dunno wot yer talkin’ bout, ya grot!”
“I...”Zearoth looked absolutely confused. Moments ago the voice was muffled, and now it just... wasn’t.”It sounded muffled moments ago... ANd, what do you mean by grot? Are you insulting me?”
“It weren’t muffled, ya git. I’z nevva ‘ad a muffled voice in me loife, ya grot!”
Zearoth shook his head. Figuring he’d have no luck. Though it was clear the strange names were getting irritating.”Okay, you weren’t. But don’t insult me. I... If, that’s even an insult.”He said, still a little confused about it all.
“I’z not da grot ‘ere, ya git. I’z bigga, so I’z da boss, ya puny ponie!”
Zearoth huffed as his brow furrowed.”I’m not a git. And you’re no boss of me.”He said as he pressed his hoof against Screw Loose.
Loose Screw appears to hold up normally, and continues to stare right at Zearoth. “Dat’z wrong, grot, I’z definitely bigga dan ya, and stronga. Dat meanz I iz da boss of ya.”
Zearoth shook his head as he firmly set his hoof back down.”Bigger and stronger you may be. But that does not make you the boss of me.”Zearoth said with another huff.
“Yez it doez, ya gretchin. I’z da biggest, so I’z da boss. Yer just a puny grot!”
Zearoth’s look quickly turned to a glare as he looked Loose Screw right in the eye.”I, am not, puny!”He shouted before taking a breath to calm himself. He wasn’t sure if he wanted to keep talking, he felt it might only lead to a fight... And if this pony really was stronger...”I’m sorry. But I really must get going. It was... Nice... Meeting you.”He said, practically forcing it out before turning to leave.
“Yer, sure it was,” says Loose Screw.
Post by: zomara0292 on June 08, 2012, 01:21:11 pm
(Takes place between the time Jury forced partisan to ask Her out and when they first meet)
It had been a few days since He woke up with Jury in his bed. It still racked his brain as to how it lead up to all that, if it truly led up to what he thought it did. What got him more is why he could not stop thinking about her. Each evening, after training, he found it necessary to clear his head with a long walk. This one, though he decided to get a nice drink in public. Jaxler wasn’t talking to him as of late, so he had little choice but to go it alone.
Meanwhile, Jury was in the dining hall for her usual brief period each evening, gathering up some food and a flagon of beer to take back to her quarters. Nopony else here was worth even her acknowledgement, let alone sitting and dining with any of them. She preferred to eat alone.
The arrogant mare continued to pile her plate high, a large mug levitating beside her as she chose her food.
Partisan kept his head in the food for the most part. Usually he went down to get fresh ingredients for his own homemade meals but, this time he felt compelled to just get a meal there. After digging through a few fruits and stakes, Partisan looked up, feeling someone really close to him, to see Jury. Mainly her backside, though. Embarrassed he turned away.
“Oh.”
Jury glanced up, feeling someone bump into her from behind. It was Partisan, her only real acquaintance of any sort in this place, though he was only a colleague. Nevertheless, she didn’t bother to treat him any differently from anypony else, giving him a fierce glare in reply. “Excuse me?” she inquired, the question very much barbed.
“I am sorry. I didn’t see you there.” his voice came out very formal up into the point that he looked into her eyes. His mind trailed off with his words shortly, before he caught his act and backed up a little.
“A guard captain should be more vigilant than that,” retorted Jury, running her eyes over him in turn. To her, he cut an unassuming figure, meek and almost staring wide-eyed back at her. It was not something she was used to; usually she had the effect of making ponies stalk off in disgust at the sight of her, not this seeming enthrallment. She wasn’t sure whether she liked it or not.
“II will make sure to be far more attentive next time.” Partisan answered calmly.
“Would you care to. . .” He had thought about asking her to eat with him again, but, now, as he was saying it, it didn’t seem like quite a good idea.
“Would I care to...? Speak up!” Jury probed, impatient as ever.
“To. . . . never mind. You seem quite busy anyway.” He felt his face heat up like the first time they spoke, and he turned away, picking up the first thing he could see, which happened to be a large cup of apple cider.
“Excuse me!” interrupted Jury, planting a firm hoof on his withers to stop him moving. “I told you to speak up, Partisan! If you have something to say, say it! I am not too busy to hear a few words!”
“Fine.” His words came out with only the minute hint of insecurity. “Would you like to eat with me?”
“Now was that hard?” Jury asked, her gaze softening slightly, though it still looked like she was glaring at him. “I will consent to join you, yes.”
“Thank you.” he replied barely hiding the happiness that was swelling inside him for no reason.
Why am I getting so giddy. She is just another pony. Sh- His thoughts were broken once again with another look into her emerald orbs.
“I will find us a table while you get the rest of what you want, if you don't mind.”
“Agreed, I shall come and find you when I am ready, then.” replied Jury, delving back into the choice of food to fill her plate even further. The young guard captain was almost endearing. Almost. Ever since she’d shared that barrel of cider with him... Still, she was glad of the company. Even a pony as grating and antisocial as her could get lonely, she reflected.
As he searched for an open table, he thought hard to himself. There was something about her that was more than alluring. But, he just couldn't put his hand on it. It wasn’t like him to get flustered around women.
After a few minutes of walking he found a decent and clean area to sit. Partisan placed his food there and went to get Jury.
“I found a spot.” he was surprised just to see the amount of food she could manage to fit on a plate.
“Really? I would never have guessed,” said Jury, her sarcasm either a poor attempt at humor or just her usual rudeness. It was hard to tell. She put the plate down carefully, steadying the wobbling tower of food with her magic. “I am more than entitled to all this,” - she gestured at the massive amount of food - “and you yourself too, considering the amount of work we have been doing as of late. There are a great many records, as I have already said countless times. And not that many mistakes to fix, either. You have been doing a good job.”
Unless he was taking it the wrong way, Partisan assumed she was giving him a compliment. "Thank you, but it won't help to eat all that. You might get sick." He tried to sound as sincere as possible.
“I doubt that.” she replied curtly, already attacking the uppermost layer of the mountain of food. “I do not get sick, as a rule. Certainly not from eating.”
“Well. We shall see.” he said as he chose the slower method of eating. Taking each morsel of food and slowly chewing. Every once in awhile, he would look up from his own food and at her.
Jury studiously ignored the pegasus opposite, devouring her food as if she hadn’t eaten in days.
Partisan ate silently, hoping she would say something, but she seemed to engrossed in her meal to speak. So, he just continued, still every once in a while, staring up from his food, until his gaze eventually stayed on her for one second too long.
“Yes?” Jury broke his reverie with a single word, waving a forehoof in front of his eyes to break his stare. “Is something wrong?” She had paused in her eating, regarding him with a quizzical expression.
“Ummm,” He tried to make something up. He honestly didn't know why he was staring at her, and saying that would make things worse. “I was just thinking, sorry.
“Thinking of what?” she asked. Her tone was almost teasing, but still somehow managed to sound deadly serious.
To him, she was calling his bluff, and what he said next might be taken the wrong way.
"Nothing really." he replied just a little too quickly.
"Just about life in general."
Life? Really?, he thought acidly to himself. I couldn't come up with anything better?
“Really?” Jury said, echoing Partisan’s own thoughts. “Does looking at me help with thinking about life, then?”
"Well, you, as a member of Dawnpick and as my co-worker, do play a role in my life." Partisan felt like he just won the award for biggest goof-ball, and went back to eating his food. This time, though, he ate much more rapidly.
“I see,” said Jury, a hint of amusement barely detectable in her tone. “Your work is a major facet in your life, is it, then?”
"That and my friends’ wellbeing." He answered, taking a bite from his nearly finished plate. "That’s why I quit being a spearpony and took up the bolt."
“Do spears not protect just as well as crossbows? I would have thought whether the enemy ends up dead or not was the primary concern.” Jury answered, drinking from her flagon.
"There is a lot more to it than that, like how close the enemy gets." Partisan tried to explain. "You can get more chances at offing a far more skilled opponent the farther they are from you, and you have less risk of injury. This means that I have a higher chance of staying alive long enough to keep everyone else for harm. Including you." His final sentence was heavily emphasized.
“Including me? You are too kind,” she answers, with just a hint of coyness. “I am honored.”
Her response caught Partisan off guard and stopped him from taking in anymore food.
"I apologize. I was being self-assuming, which is unfitting for one in my position." He took a glance at his plate, which was empty besides some pieces of lettuce.
"I think I will call it a day, if you don't mind."
“Farewell,” came the reply from across the table, Jury regarding him with the same piercing expression she always used. Unreadable.
Partisan gulped down his drink, savoring the warmth it filled him with, and then started to pick up his leftovers. Suddenly a memory came to him.
"I will be at my office later than usual, tomorrow. I will need the time with my team in training. I will leave my door unlocked so you can get in." He then grabbed his things and left wondering why he acted the way he did while Jury was there.
Post by: Khenal on June 09, 2012, 03:21:13 am
Jaxler had the Jar of flowers balanced on his back. The pony was having a horrible day, and now he had to deal with an alicorn, other than himself. He really felt like crap, and though he’d usually feel better that Flux was coming along, he actually felt worse. Stiletto and Flux apparently loved each other, and if Jaxler got angry at Stiletto, things would get bad. “Aye Flux, I might go berserk if Stiletto starts laughing at me.”
“Maybe I should go in first, then? Let her know what’s going on and give her a chance to get it out of her system, if she needs it?” Flux wasn’t really looking forward to this. Jaxler was his friend, and he loved Stiletto... but he knew they didn’t get along well. With any luck, this would go quickly... but he very much doubted that.
“I’m sorry, but if she insults me I will retaliate.”
“I know. That’s why I was wondering if I should go in first.”
“You probably should... Do you still think I’d be an alicorn if I filed this horn off?”
“...yes. Hoof me the jar?”
Jaxler sighed and handed Flux the Jar.
Flux sets it on his back and heads to Stiletto’s apartment, unsure how to approach the subject. He knocks on the door, still trying to think of a way to ask Stiletto about these strange flowers.
Stiletto’s door swings slowly open, revealing the large amethyst Alicorn in long black spider silk dress. She yawns and looks at Flux “Hello, my kindest love, what brings you by today?”
Flux gives her a warm smile, momentarily forgetting about the potential disaster if she sees Jaxler. “Heya Stiletto! Um, Jaxler found these strange flowers, and thinks they might be dangerous. Do you know what they are?”
Stiletto leans forward and sticks her muzzle into the jar of flowers to get a good whiff. After a moment she rears her head back and screws up her face. “Ah..Ah..Ah..Ah!” she stops and backs up a fews steps “ACHOOOO!” the sneeze seemed the blast the massive Alicorn across the room. Her black dress slapped against the far wall and fell to the ground. Stiletto was nowhere to be seen.
Flux’ eyes go wide in panic. “Stiletto!” he shouts as he rushes to check the dress, not expecting to find anything, but he hardly had any other options, did he?
The ball of dress mumbled, then shook. Slowly, a blunted horn slid its way free from the pile of black silk. Another shake and very small but large eyed Stiletto struggled her head to freedom. She looked up at Flux “What...?”
Flux hugs the tiny Stiletto, glad that she looks unharmed. After a few moments, he remembers he had a question for her and takes a few steps back. “Um... they did something different to Jaxler. Why did you stick your face in the jar?”
“You offered ‘em to me, and I tink I wus still asweep....” Stiletto stops and looks at her forehooves, almost falling over when her wings don’t automatically hold her up, she catches herself at the last moment “oof.” She stands and looks back up at Flux “Poison Joke wood.” Her voice was tiny and matched her new appearance in adorableness.
“Poison Joke? Uh... how bad is it? Oh!” Flux facehooves at his rudeness. “Jaxler! Come in here please! Stiletto, um... got into the flowers...”
Jaxler was waiting outside the building, and sighed. This wasn’t going to be good. He came in, and was surprised to see Stiletto on the ground, and foal sized. “What the bucking hell?!”
Stiletto attempts to waddle forward, still half caught in the dress, then she stops abruptly and sits. “I needs a smawer dwess.”
“Well, they apparently don’t just turn ponies into alicorn mares...”
“Do you at least know what the plants are?” asked Jaxler
“I toad wou! Poison Joke!” Stiletto hrumphed and looked at Jaxler “Gwash, wou look pwitty Jaxwer.”
Jaxler sighed. “Why do ponies keep calling me pretty...”
Flux coughs into his hoof. “Well... you are easier on the eyes like this.”
Jaxler gave Flux an enraged gaze. “God, this is horrible... can I please just file off this horn and cross dress until the day I die...”
“Nuuu. Dis will wear off eventuawy... or we couwd tawk with the Zebwas.” Stiletto opens her cupboard with her magic and pulls out several dresses “I know Kat weft one here.”
“ugh... If I remove this horn will I still be an alicorn?”
“Um... I’m pretty sure, Jaxler. Besides, it wears off.” Flux looks to Stiletto, just barely suppressing a d’aww. “How long does it last?”
Stiletto gives Flux a small frown, huffs and says “Twee weeks... or twee days?” and rolls her eyes.
“Is there anything I can do to, make this stuff go away? And what do I do while I wait?”
Flux can’t help but snicker some. “M-Maybe get magic lessons from Stiletto?”
Jaxler gazed back at Flux. “Why would I want to spend time with an alicorn?”
“Because you are one?”
“It couwd not hurt.” Stiletto struggled to make one of Kat’s smaller dresses to fit properly. “Wook da other way.”
Jaxler turned around. “Why the hell did this have to happen to me... and what happens with this horn goes away? I know some unicorns will actually kill themselves when they lose their horns because the idea of living without magic is simply traumatizing.”
Flux looks away, snickering a bit still. He didn’t see why Jaxler was so worried. He’d lived his whole life without magic, why would this upset him? Wait a moment... something feels off. He looks to the door and sees it’s closed, and tries to change his form... and nothing happens. “Uh... Stiletto? What happens if poison joke is burned?”
“Buwned! I... can not... wemember... dat cwass was fowty yeaws ago!” Stiletto puts her forehooves to the sides of her head and almost falls over again. Her muzzle poinks on the ground before she can catcher herself this time. “oof, swopid wings.”
“So, is it a bad thing that I had that alicorn dumbass Moral burn that stuff?”
Stiletto pushes herself up and looks the two in the eye “Dat, wus, pwobabwy a bad idewa.” her magic finishes tightening the last strap on the smallest dress Kat had left in Stiletto’s apartment. “We shouwd put dat owt.”
“Moral, incinerated it. It’s already out and the smoke is in the air, why is it bad?”
“...because I can’t change... or sense emotions. And I think it was the smoke.” says Flux, looking concerned and confused.
“Dat is jwst wunderful... we bettwer get somepony tue tell everypony to say inswide.”
“Shit, will I go to jail for burning them?”
“Yue couwd not hawe known.”
“Will.I.Go.To.Jail?”
“Um... I don’t know?”
Jaxler stayed silent. He apparently just did something that could harm everypony in the fort, and it was all his fault, and now he could end up going back to jail. “Could you hold off on telling Virtue that we burnt that stuff?”
“I won’t tell her.” says Flux, still feeling off without being able to sense emotions like he normally can.
Jaxler then gave a concerned look to stiletto upon realizing that he might be narked on. He had been a generally Jackassy toward her, and she had every reason not to like him.
“Den who awe we going tue tell? We need tue get ponies inswide.”
“Well, by now the smoke has probably dissipated and heading inside probably won’t help... I could talk to somepony in the hospital tomorrow.”
Flux nods. “If this stuff affects anypony else, we’ll probably know by tomorrow. I think it’s a bit late to try to prevent anything...”
“We shouwd stiwl tewl somepony!” she tried to look intimidating, but her big eyes and small Foal frame cause the look to have quite the opposite effect.
“No, I’m saying that us telling ponies wouldn’t help control an outbreak anymore. I plan on having them know, just in a way that doesn’t get me in trouble. I can’t go to jail for another nine months again...”
“Um... blame me?”
“NUUUUUU!” Stiletto stomped her little hooves, causing a loud puff sound.
“Under no circumstances will I do something like that, Flux.”
“...Then don’t tell anypony?”
“I’ll tell somepony, Just... give me some time to figure out how I’m gonna tell them...”
“Dey need tue know dey do not need tue worry.”
“Just, let me tell them tomorrow once of thought this out...” Jaxler then sighed. “Unless you tell on me, alicorn.”
“Okay?! Where diwd dat come fwom?” Little Stiletto tilted her head to one side.
“I have a damn good reason for talking the way I do about your kind.”
“Maybe you do, but you hawe no weason to tawk tue me wike dat!” Stiletto yelled more out of a need to be heard then anything else.
“I have every reason to do so, alicorn.”
“Oh weally?! Do you now? Name one.”
“Screw you, if you want to bucking know, ask Flux.”
Stiletto sits next to Flux and tugs absentmindedly at his mane “Fwux? What is he tawking about?”
“Um... Alicorns burned his home... his civilization to the ground.”
“It is wike I said. Dat was not me.”
“So?”
Stiletto looked at Jaxler dumbfoundedly and then tugged on Flux’s mane again. “I do not think he can understand me.”
“He does. Just... imagine if, say... pegasi destroyed your very culture, Stiletto. Everypony you knew and loved, your family, friends, everypony. You’d probably not care for pegasi much anymore, even if they weren’t involved.”
Stiletto’s eyes suddenly got very watery, a moment later she was full on balling her little head off.
Jaxler out his hoof up to his mouth and pondered what he had just done. As much as he hates alicorns, he couldn’t let a foal start crying in front of him... “Um, are you okay Stiletto?”
Flux feels really awkward, having made his love cry like that.
Stiletto begins to rub her face into Flux’s side, trying to dry her eyes and get control over herself. “Nuu! I wemember *Shniffle* wut my pweople did! I feewel horwible abowt it!”
Jaxler sighed, now he was feeling horrible. He had made a little foal cry, and was honestly being a jackass. He walked over to Stiletto. “I’m sorry, for being a jackass, and... I forgive you...”
Stiletto stopped crying. She looked up at Jaxler with a huge smile on her face. The little Alicorn foal dashed forward and hugged Jaxler’s foreleg.
Jaxler sighed, and crouched down to ground level and hugged, the little foal back.
Flux beams at them and quickly joins in the hug. Jaxler might finally be getting over his past!
Stiletto wrapped her little forelegs as far around the two of them as she could. “Thank you.”
Jaxler didn’t feel like saying anything, and just hugged the two ponies.
Post by: jaxler on June 09, 2012, 03:26:15 am
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Granite awoke more stiffer than usually. As he stood up, he felt much heavier than normal. Granite took a few steps and crashed into the earth. “Ugh, what the buck?” Granite asks. He remembered the little bonfire Jaxler and Moral had last night. “Buck, looks like the smoke carries the effect...” Granite said. He tried to get up again and after several tries he managed to leave his apartment. He tried his best to hide in the shadows as he dashed to Jaxler’s apartment down the hall. “He better have answers for th- UGH!!!” Granite said as he hit Jaxler’s door and tripped at his doorstep. “Jaxler, it’s Granite! Open up!”
Jaxler woke up to the sound of a pony hitting his door. Jaxler sighed and got up, Granite’s yelling only made his head hurt more than it already did. He then looked over to his door, which seemed to be bent. “WHAT The hell did you do to my door!” The irate pony then stormed to his door and opened it. To his surprise he saw a living statue at his doorstep. “Granite... is that you?”
“Ugh... I was never clumsy... god... or heavy...” Granite looks up to Jaxler, his eyes giving off a slight glow. “How bad is it? I think the smoke did something...”
Jaxler grimaced a little. “Um... have you looked in a mirror?”
“Not yet... how bad is it?!” Granite said. “I’m clumsy as buck, I feel too heavy, and I put a dent in your door. How. Bad. Is. It.”
“Well, it’s pretty bad...”
“Am I ugly?” Granite asks. “Has my face changed in appearance?”
“Well, your not ugly, in fact some might call you finely sculpted.” Jaxler chuckled nervously at his joke. “Um, just look in a mirror.”
“Fine...” Granite looks for a mirror. “What’s with that ‘finely sculpted’ crap- oh...” Granite found a mirror. His hair was a gray color with a slight greenish glow, his eyes glowed a dark blue. Granite was made of stone. He was a walking statue. “Jaxler what the buck is this...”
“It appears you're made of granite...”
“I get it... my names a rock... I’m a rock now... bucking blue plant. Why’d you burn it anyway, I think the smoke affects us just like the flowers originally did...” Granite says. “This better not be permanent...”
Jaxler looked concerned. He thought he was protecting ponies by destroying the flowers, not hurting them and now his son was harmed once more because of him. “I thought I was protecting ponies...”
“Jaxler it’s okay, you tried to help. That’s good in my book. You... just... made a little mistake...” Granite said. He tried to pat Jaxler on the back with his stone foreleg.
“But I don’t know how long it will last...”
“It’s probably not permanent, it was probably something in the plant that caused this, there’s surely something out there that can cure it. We just need to find out where it is.” Granite said. He managed to put enough control into his leg to gently pat Jaxler’s back and he quickly brought his leg back beneath himself and put a hole in the floor. “Crap.”
The hoof strike was loud enough to wake Jaxler’s dog, who had been sleeping under the room’s table. The dog got up and walked over to Granite, The dog titled it’s head and paused for a moment, but still proceeded to lick the earth pony.
“Hey you got the dog!” Granite said. “Nice job.” He looks at his hooves. “Jaxler I think I’m stuck...”
“Yeah, his name is riddix.” Jaxler then tried to pull the pony’s leg out from the hole. “I think I’ll need to go get a saw.”
“I think I can pull it out...” Granite says. He tries to raise his leg up and ends up taking some of the floor with it. Granite falls backwards with a shift in weight and gets the upper half of his body stuck in the floor boards. Half of his body was in Jaxler’s room, the other half was stuck in the ceiling of the one below. “Pull me back up!” Granite says. He looks around the room and nopony seems to be present.
Jaxler tried to pull the earth pony back up, which was hard, but he eventually got the mass of solid stone away from the floor’s iron gasp. “I think we should go to ground level.”
“Yes, I like that idea.” Granite makes his way to the staircase and promptly falls down it. BAM. “Ugh...” Granite shook it off and tried to stand up.
“Please can you try to lean on something while you walk?”
“Okay Jaxler, I’ll try to find a cane that can hold this up!” Granite says. “Let’s just go... where are we going anyway?”
“ground level, and then probably the hospital.” Riddix then walked out of Jaxlers room and walked back up to the two, “I guess I can walk my dog while we’re at it.”
“Why the hospital?” Granite asked.
“They might be able to give you a crutch or something, and you probably won’t get sued by the ponies in the apartment below me if it’s written down that you are like this.”
“Good point. Let’s go.” Granite says.
The two ponies and dog started walking toward the hospital. “If you need a crutch I can make you one. I bought some blood thorn from the caravan, and it should make a suitable crutch for you. I mean it is a strong wood.”
“Fine, but hurry up please.” Granite says. “I want this to end soon. This sucks...”
“Okay.” the ponies made their way to the hospital. Jaxler knocked the door and waited for somepony to answer
Hearing that there was company, Chestnut put down a scalpel she was cleaning and walked over to see who it was. Opening the door, she felt a bit of surprise seeing a pony whom she did not recognize. Looking up at the alicorn, she questions, “Oh, hello. Are you new here? I don’t believe I’ve seen you before.” Turning her attention to Granite, she doesn’t notice that the statue-like form is alive, “Did you carve this? It bears a great resemblance to a pony that lives here. Masterful work, I’d have to say. Oh, um, may I ask what you are seeking?”
Jaxler sighed. “I’m Jaxler.”
Granite takes the hint and tries to hold as still as possible.
Jaxler slammed his forehoof on Granites back as soon as he realizes that Granite is trying to act like a statue. “Granite, stop acting and say something.”
Now feeling rather confused, Chestnut gives an apologetic smile, “Did you say your name was Jaxler? The Jaxler I know is a pegasus...and male.” She can’t help but see some similarities between the two, however. Identical color schemes, the same accent. “Perhaps you mean that you are related to Jaxler? Sister perhaps?” Maybe this pony was a bit off in the head. Claiming to be Jaxler and talking to a statue as if it were a real pony.
“Then why do i have the same scars as Jaxler and have the same cutie mark? AND FOR THE LOVE OF GOD MOVE DAMNIT!” said Jaxler as he started to push Granite with his hoof.
Riddix walked up licked Chestnut, having no clue how strange the things around him were.
Granite stood silent and unmoving. A grin started to form on his face.
“Look he’s smiling now!”
Granite quickly reverts back to his previous expression.
Rubbing the dog on the head with a hoof, the medical pony sighs in confusion. I’m not a mental doctor. “I...I’ll figure this out later. Anyway, is there something I can help you with? Do you have a medical problem? Or am I needed elsewhere, perhaps?”
Jaxler sighed and pointed to the scar over his kidney. “See, I’m Jaxler and my cutie mark is the exact same as Jaxler’s that’s all the proof I need, and if i wasn’t jaxler then why is Jaxler’s dog following me around? So, can you help me with this whole being a mare thing, and also whith Granite here, who was petrified.”
This pony could have just painted the scar and cutie mark on for all she knew, but she’d play along just to make things go more smoothly, “Okay, so you’re Jaxler. What’s this about being a mare? Are you saying that you were changed into a mare...and that this statue is the real Granite?” She had never heard of anything so bizarre. “Well, how about some more information. Do you know how this happened? What’s the last thing you remember before the ‘transformation’?
“It was poison joke and it turned me into a mare, and Granite into Granite.”
“Poison...joke?” The unicorn had never heard of such a thing before. “As in, a joke that’s poisonous? I’m afraid I don’t follow. Perhaps you should come have a seat on the table.” Chestnut was going to do a routine check-up so that it would at least seem as if she was doing something productive.
Jaxler sighed, and walked in and took a seat. He had a feeling this wasn’t going to end well. “poison joke is some plant that has magical properties.”
The black alicorn’s pulse seemed to be normal, “A magic plant, huh?” Yeah, I’ll bet it was ‘magic plant’ alright. “If this is the case, it would be helpful if I could have a sample of it for study. Do you have any with you right now?” Chestnut checks for bruises to the head which might cause delusions. None are present.
“I don’t have any at the moment, I had all the plants burned, and the smoke apparently caused Granite to be afflicted.”
“Interesting...” Chestnut retains her normally cheerful exterior, but is concerned on the inside. ‘Jaxler’ can’t produce the mythical plant that caused her supposed transformation. Seemed sort of like an excuse to her. Perhaps she should divert this mare to somepony else. Silver Tongue might have better knowledge of mental illnesses, and Virtue should probably be made aware of a delusional stranger in their midst.
She came up with a plan, “Let me take a little sample of hair.” The unicorn uses a pair of scissors to clip a tiny bit of black fur from the mare’s side, “I’ll do some testing on this to see if there is a cure. In the meantime, you may want to go see Lady Virtue. If there’s a hazardous
plant around here, our leader needs to formulate a plan for dealing with it.” If there was anything fishy about this mare, surely whichever pony who was guarding Virtue would see to it that she was detained if deemed dangerous.
“Bucking hell, you think I’m jank in the head, now don’t you?”
“Oh, no no no, of course not,” the chubby unicorn smiled, “Like I said, I’ll try to work out a cure. If you’d like, you can leave your statu-, er, I mean Granite here for me to run tests on as well.” She places the few strands of black hair in a small jar and charges it with golden magic. “Don’t worry, I’ll get to the bottom of this.”
“I don’t like it when ponies lie to me.”
Suddenly Granite bursts out laughing. “BWAHAHAHAHA!!! Oh god Jaxler, that line never ceases to make me laugh!”
Jumping back with a shout, Chestnut then tries to catch her breath, “Y-you...the statue...you really are Granite?!” Rubbing the side of her head, she turns to the taller pony, “So...you’re the real Jaxler after all...” Her demeanor turned more serious, “I’m sorry for not trusting you, but none of it seemed believable. W-we should see if anypony else has been affected like you two have.” The situation was now genuinely worrying her; she hadn’t the foggiest clue about how to fix this, “I-I don’t understand how this is possible...”
“Talk to stiletto, she said the effects would wear off eventually and also.” Jaxler got off the bed and threw a kick, aimed for Granite’s face.
Granite put two and two together and leaned into Jaxler’s hoof.
Wrinkling her mouth, Chestnut comments, “I know you’re frustrated, but there’s no need for violence...” Returning her attention to Jaxler’s last sentence, she asks, “So Stiletto knows about this plant? I may need to speak with her. Did she mention how long it takes for the effects to pass? It may be possible to simply wait it out. Still, I think I’d like to do some tests on anything you can provide to me. Even the ashes from the burnt plant might help me find an answer.”
“Chestnut, you are my childhood friend, do not go near this crap. It will mess you up.” Granite says in a serious tone.
“I appreciate your concern, Granite, but a doctor sometimes has to take chances in order to help others. Usually, it’s a disease. In this case, it’s a magical plant. I’ll take precautions to keep it from spreading. If you can bring the ashes in a tightly-sealed container, that will help lower the risk.”
“Oh, will my hair test not be enough for you? and I had moral incinerate them, but if you're really concerned just go look down by the river.”
Chestnut looks back over towards the jar, “It might give me the answers I need, or it might not be of any help at all. That awaits discovery. I’ll run some tests, but if nothing fruitful comes of it, I’ll need the ashes. It’s entirely possible that burning the joke disenchanted it, though. I’ll do everything I can. Panacea may be able to help as well, since she has more experience with medicine than I do.”
“Oh, really? are you sure you need to do that? Maybe me moral just had a lil’ play date and I’m just insane.”
“Well, what I mean is that all of the magic may have been released into the smoke. The ashes may be inert.” She taps a hoof on her chin, “Even if that is the case, the ashes may yet yield chemicals of some use.”
“Oh, but before you go are you sure you don’t want to stick me in a padded room?”
The medical pony closes her eyes, “I said I was sorry. Is that not enough?”
“Jaxler can you let it go?” Granite asks, slightly irritated. “We got work to do.” Granite takes a step back and trips. “Son of ah-” BAM. Granite slams hard into the hospital wall, leaving a few cracks in it. “Sorry...”
Chestnut facehoofs, “Per-perhaps you two should go so that I can think more clearly. Solving this problem won’t be easy.” She walks over to the jar and pulls out a few strands of the hair inside and puts them into a chemical solution, “I’ll let you know if I discover anything.”
“Meh, fine, but can you at least give Granite a crutch or something, he keep falling over and breaking things.”
“Well...there are some crutches in the back...let me take a look.” After looking through one of the compartments in the large closet of the hospital room, she levitates a couple of sturdy crutches towards the stony pony, “I believe these are the strongest ones we have.”
“Thanks...” Granite says. He tries to use them and ends up breaking both. “... Totally not my fault...” He responds.
The fat pony grinds her teeth, trying to keep her normally perky personality, “That’s...okay. Maybe somepony has a small wagon or something you can ride in, if Jaxler or somepony else is willing to pull you around in it?”
“Actually, the wood you're using is not very impressive, you’d want to use either glumprong, or blood thorn. I could make you a bloodthorn one, given you aren’t a religious freak, it would be strong enough to support you.”
“I don’t make the crutches; you may want to go talk to the carpenters about that,” Chestnut replies, “I don’t know what else I have on hand that could help.” She scratches the side of her head and looks around the room. “If I were to bind four crutches together to make two stronger crutches, would that help?” Despite her proposal, she is reluctant to risk destroying any more items from the hospital.
“I could probably walk, I just might cause some property damage along the way...” Granite says. “And yeah I shouldn’t waste the hospital supplies.”
Not liking where this is going, Chestnut makes a decision, “Ugh, alright. I’m giving you doctor’s orders to go back to your room and stay there. I’m sorry, but what you have may as well be considered an illness. If even just walking around is going to threaten other ponies or their belongings, it’s best if that risk is averted. So, j-just stay in bed until either the effects wear off, I find a cure, or a safe way to provide you with locomotion can be ascertained.” The unicorn begins writing a doctor’s excuse just in case he needs to miss any duties due to her recommendations.
“Ugh if it’s okay with you, could I just wait around here and act like a statue over in that corner? I really don’t want to go back to my room on the second story...” Granite asks.
“Fine...just sit down and don’t try to go anywhere on your own. If you need anything, just let me know and I’ll bring it to you.” She returns her attention to the chemical brew of hair and charges it with magic, “This will probably take a few hours, so I hope you won’t get too bored.”
“Meh, Can I bring my dog in here? Riddix always seems to keep me entertained.”
“As long as you can keep him out of trouble,” the mare replied as she began to stir the mixture.
Granite carefully lumbered over to the corner of the room. Granite stood as still as possible, the glow in his eyes and hair faded.
Jaxler walked over to the door and let his dog in. He then noticed Granite seemed depressed. “Are you okay Granite?”
Granite’s glow came back. “I’m fine Jaxler, don’t worry. It was like I went to sleep for a few moments... if you’ll excuse me, I’m gonna take a nap.” Granite’s glow disappeared and he remained motionless.
Jaxler smiled ear to ear. If he couldn’t get back at Granite by hitting him maybe keeping him awake could. He then looked down at riddix and said quietly so that Granite couldn’t hear. “Go hug Granite.”
The dog stared blankly at its master and then ran over to Granite. The huge fluffy dog, as opposed to being annoying like Jaxler wanted, tried to take a nap while leaning on the earth pony.
Granite hears everything around him. He remains still as Riddix naps at his hooves.
Post by: Dsarker on June 09, 2012, 03:34:21 am
Flux heads to the mechanics shop on one of his rare days of working mechanics instead of the furnaces. He hums to himself as he enters, then stops in his tracks at the unfamiliar sight in the shop.
Loose Screw continues his work. Da choppa trap fing dat da boss loiked needed more of da fancy gubbinz to get it workin’.
Flux was about to say something, but stops to watch the newcomer work instead. It looks a bit rough, but definitely solid and certainly deadly, even for a spinning blade trap.
Flux can just tell, in an instant, that the pony at the mechanic workshop is a Deutschmeiner. It’s written all over him.
Flux gives the mechanic an odd look and gently pokes him with a hoof. “Um, excuse me? Why... do you have ‘Deutchmeiner’ painted all over your fur?”
“Cuz I’z wunna dem deutschyminor. Dat’z why. I’z wunna dem deutschyminor boyz.”
Flux gives him an incredulous look, but doesn’t contradict him. He had the size, certainly, but... not much else. “So, um... what are you working on?”
“I’z makin’ dis ‘ere fing more choppy, dat’z wut I’z doin’, by addin’ more of dese fancy gubbinz. Wot’re ya doin’ ‘ere askin’, ya gretchin?” the apparent Deutschmeiner asks.
“...I’m one of the mechanics. I actually made the preliminary designs for the disc traps, though they’ve been refined a lot by now. I’m Flux, what’s your name?” Despite the oddity, Flux still felt he should be polite.
“Uhhhh...I’z...Loose Screw, dat’z my name. I’z a normal ponie, just like you.”
Flux can’t help but chuckle at that. “Yes, I believe you’re as pony as I am. So, that trap. You’re adding gubbins?”
“Dat’z roit, I iz.”
“Um... what do they do?”
“Dey makez da trapz betta, of course. Wut’d ya think?”
“Well, I guessed that. But how do they make it better?”
“Dey makez it more choppy, ya grot. Wot did ya fink dey did?”
“I wasn’t sure. They... well, they look weird and might throw it off balance.”
“Nah, ya git! Dey don’t needz balance. Dey addz to da choppy.”
“But if it’s off balance, it’ll swing slower, making it, um... less choppy.”
“Nah, ya gretchin! It’z all red, so it goes faster! Dat’z ‘ow da gubbinz work!”
Flux quirks an eyebrow at that. “But... if it’s balanced and red, it’ll go even faster.”
“...Wotchu talkin’ bout, gretchin? Dat’z all wrong! Ya needz more spinny gubbinz to make it more choppy, an’ den ya putz on da red paint da makez it fasta! Dat’z all ya needz!”
Flux looks at the disc with the ‘gubbinz’ on it, thinking. “If you put a, uh... gubbin here... and here... it should be faster and um... choppier? Balance it first, then it’ll be even faster when you... paint it red.”
“...Ya don’t needz dis balance fing for yer choppy gubbinz. Dat’z just silly.”
Flux was starting to get a headache from trying to explain the mechanics. “Well, alright. As long as it’ll work right when it’s needed.” He exits the workshop, shaking his head. What in Equestria was a buffalo doing in Dawnpick?
Post by: Dsarker on June 09, 2012, 03:36:46 am
As Moral is walking down a corridor, he sees something like a strange looking earth pony standing still. Somehow, Moral can just tell that the pony is from the Deutschmeiner. He has it written all over him. The wooden expression on the pony’s face doesn’t seem to change as Moral passes by...his? It’s hard to tell in this light, but it looks like a him. Anyway, the expression doesn’t seem to change as Moral appears in view.
Moral paused, and looked the nice pony right in the eye. He couldn’t wait to have himself a new friend, and this guy looked extra special! “Hi there. How you being Mr. wooden face!”
The voice sounds a little muffled, and he looks like he’s speaking through his teeth. “I’z doin’ gud. Who are yer?”
“Oh, um I is moral um...” Moral then lowered his hat magically and looked inside it. “I AM Moral Decay, Bringer of DEATH and Perpetual INCINERATION AND... um DAMNIT! wait... OH! I is Moral Decay... what was I doing...”
“Yer needz ta stop talkin’n’muckin’bout!” says the voice, the sketchy-looking pony still staring right into Moral’s eyes, not moving one bit. “I’z Loose Screw.”
Moral smiled ear to ear. “Hi mister um... uh.. OH! Loose screw” Moral then extended his hoof in hopes of having a hoof shake. “I is moral!”
The strange-looking (and acting, come to think of it) pony doesn’t shake immediately, but eventually extends a hoof. His leg looks a bit strange, for some reason that Moral just can't pick up on. Regardless, the shake is forthcoming.
Moral’s smile somehow got bigger after shaking the pony’s hoof. “So, I is grand master, what you do?”
“I... I does stuff. I iz a pony, ya know.”
“That nice, ya wanna see what I do!”
“Uh...Yer, ‘fcourse. I’z a normal pony, yer know!”
Moral hadn’t the slightest clue what the guy just said, but showed his talent anyway. Moral extended his forehoof to his left. his horn emitted a horrible red glow and the hoof was soon engulfed in the exact same hideous aura. suddenly the hoof was surrounded by a ball of fire, but the pony wasn’t being the slightest bit burnt.
“Yer wunna dem ponie weirdboyz, are ya? Wunna dem unicornies? I’z an...I’z wunna da erfy ponies. Wunna da normal onez. I’z a normal pony, roit.”
Moral kept his eyes fixated on the fire. “Please dear loose, I’d prefer if you wouldn’t so blatantly insult my dignity and call me such a disrespectful name as ‘weird’. It’s best for both or healths if you don’t make a grand master pyromancer such as myself irate, especially when you sir aren’t one to pass judgment when it comes to being ‘weird’. More so seeing how you would be one of the guilty parties.”
The...apparent pony...still doesn’t change his expression, but he still looks...strange. Like he was made of paper or something strange like that. Like he was cardboard or something. He continues to speak, though. “Wotcha talkin’ about, unicornie?”
Moral grimaced at the other ponies ignorance. “you sir, are weirder than a multi-personalitied sadistic, genius, pyromaniac. Your face is as cold as ice, and your comprehension of this language worse than my own. AND you clearly aren’t smart seeing how any pony with an IQ above 80 would have apologized by now for insulting the one pony who can COOK THEM FROM THE INSIDE OUT!”
“Who’z insultin’ who, unicornie? Yer a weirdboy, sure as sure, yer did dat magicky stuff. Dat’z all da weirdboy stuff. Yer can do it, yer’z a weirdboy,” says the voice, still sounding calm.
“That, ‘weirdboy stuff’ is still capable of kill you horribly.”
“Yer, yer. Yer still a weirdboy. Dat’z all da weirdboy stuff. I’z just a normal ponie. I’z not a unicornie like you are.”
“Meh, Also I’m currently not a unicorn, I’m an alicorn... though I don’t fly much anymore.”
“Same diff’rance,” says the voice. “Just a unicornie wiv wingz.”
“I suppose. Have you been attempting to demoralize me, or have you just been having a difficult time articulating your language?”
“Har har har! Yer a joker, ain’tcha! Demoralise Moral, har har har!”
“Oh, I suppose that was a good, play on words... Still, if you were trying to insult me then I must apologize for my actions.”
“Yer, yer, okay den Moral.”
Moral was having a hard time comprehending this strange pony...“Okay then... Well, see you letter dear chum. It was a pleasure making your acquaintance.” The fire on Moral’s hoof suddenly disappeared. “I is go see you later buddy!”
“Okay, seez ya later, Moral.”
Moral stated blankly at the other pony. “What was I doing again?”
“I dunno. Sumfin fun, I bet.”
“Probably... HI I’m Moral!”
“Yez, ya toldz me.”
“Oh yeah.... “ Moral then smiled and started to walk away. “See ya!”
Post by: jaxler on June 09, 2012, 04:57:44 am
Jaxler had a dilemma. He really, really needed to drink today. Being turned into an mare, and an alicorn had to be near the top his list of nightmares. He figured being drunk would help, but he felt like he couldn’t just go to the meeting hall and drink his brains out. The way the stallions were looking at him made Jaxler feel really uncomfortable. She could stay at her house and go drinking, but he always seemed to wonder about when he was drunk. So, Jaxler decided she needed to have somepony look after him while he went drinking. Jaxler walked over to Marilee’s house and knocked on her door.
The door opened, and the familiar black-maned mare peeked out. At the sight of her mare/coltfriend, Marilee’s face brightened, and she opened the door fully, stepping out to embrace him. “Jaxler! How have you been?”
Jaxler was caught off guard by the hug, but still managed to hug her back and smile. “I’ve been okay, but I need to ask you something.”
“Of course. Would you like to come in?”
“Sure. I’d kinda like it if you would... um stay at my house with me tonight. I kinda don’t feel comfortable drinking alone.”
Marilee gently led Jaxler inside. “Uhm... you remember what happened last time, right?”
Jaxler shrugged. “Well, yes but I don’t want to go drinking alone.”
“So then, you won’t mind if I don’t do any drinking myself?”
“I don’t mind at all. Also seeing how it’s how it’s starting to get a bit late, would you be willing to come over right now?”
“I can do that, sure.”
“Great, also do mind dogs?”
“Dogs?”
“I kinda have a dog now...”
“Ooh, how sweet! What kind of dog?”
“Well, the guy I bought him from said he was like a wolf, pyreneese mix, I don’t know that means exactly but the dogs fluffy as hell and around three feet tall.”
“Oh my, he sounds lovely. I’d love to meet him.”
“Good, so I think should probably head over now.”
“Alright then.” Marilee turned back to bid her parents goodnight, and trotted out beside Jaxler.
Jaxler and Marilee walked to his apartment, but Jaxler stopped right when he reached the door. Jaxler opened up his door. The room was nice, though slightly unkempt. There was a kabnet, a table and chair, a wooden chest, and a big fluffy dog sleeping on a bed. “So, this be my house.”
Marilee stood in the doorway, taking in everything in the room. “It’s a nice place.”
“Thanks, I try to keep the place nice.” Jaxler then trotted in
Marilee followed Jaxler in, sitting by the bed to get a better look at the massive dog sleeping there. “So, what’s his name?”
Jaxler walked over and took a seat on his chair. “His name’s Riddix.”
“Is he friendly?”
“he’s very friendly, actually. Which is strange considering what the caravan planned on doing to him.”
“Oh...” Marilee reaches out a hoof and gently rubs Riddix’ ears. “You poor dear...”
“Yeah, I honestly wanted to hit the the guy I bought him from in the face for what they did the dog. They stuffed him in a cage made for an dog half his size and said they planned on eating him.”
Marilee raises a hoof to her mouth. “...eat a dog? Surely they couldn’t have been that desperate for food...”
“Well, from what I understand some caravans are just that sideways and cruel.”
Marilee just nods, still watching the sleeping hound. “So... are you going to go get something to drink?”
Jaxler looked around his room, and was surprised to realize that he didn’t have any booze. “Oh, seems I forgot to buy some booze before I asked you over... I’ll be right back.” Jaxler got up from his chair and walked over to his door. It took Jaxler a while, but he came back with a few barrels of booze, when he came through the door. “I’m back”
“Welcome back.” Marilee sat down by the table, leaving the chair open for Jaxler. “So... why exactly did you want me to sit with you, and why are you drinking at home? Normally, you just head to the dining hall.”
Jaxler put the barrels by the table and sat down in the chair. “Well... I feel kinda uncomfortable going drinking alone. The stallions keep looking at me strange, and I don’t want to do anything I’d regret while I’m drunk, or have them do anything to me while I’m blacked out... And I always wonder about when I’m drunk.”
“I understand.” Marilee giggled softly. “I promise I won’t take advantage of you, Jaxler.”
Jaxler smiled. “Thanks.” Jaxler then got up and went over to his cabinet and pulled out a mug, walked back and opened the barrel and filled the mug. “So, anything interesting happen to you recently?”
“Yes, actually. We got a letter from my sisters today. They finally heard from my brother! He’s alright!”
Jaxler smiled “Really, that a relief, did he say why he wasn’t sending any letters?”
“Just that he and his fiancee went somewhere, and they couldn’t get any letters to us. But it’s so wonderful to hear that he’s okay. And he got married, too!”
“He got married. He must one lucky fellow. Who’d he marry?”
“A pegasus mare, named Otik. He met her just a few months after he got sent to Glitterglen, and they’ve been together for years.”
“Well, I’m happy that he’s doing well.” Jaxler then downed his mug and filled it again. “What’s this Otik like?”
“Well, I’ve never met him in person, of course, but Starkey seems absolutely crazy about her. He says she’s very kind, and caring. She adopted two orphaned fillies while they were dating.”
“She adopted them, aye? Well, she must be a great pony to do such a thing.”
“Yeah. It’s easy to see why he fell for her.”
Jaxler took another sip of booze. “Well, she still doesn’t seem as wonderful as you.”
This causes Marilee to blush hard, her face practically glowing pink. “Oh... y-you don’t really...”
Jaxler shrugged. “Well, I never lie.”
Despite her blushing, a smile spread across Marilee’s muzzle. “W-Well... thank you.” She sat silent for a moment, before leaning over and, hesitating for a moment, gave Jaxler a quick peck on the cheek.
Jaxler started to blush. “Oh, what was that for, I was only pointing out the obvious.”
Marilee smiled warmly. “It was still very sweet of you.”
Jaxler Smiled back. “So, I heard some of your father’s soldiers came to town.”
“Oh, yes. They’re the family’s personal guards. Dad hand-picked the best ponies from our security force to protect us. I’ve known most of them since I was a tiny foal. It’s very nice to see them all again.”
“Ah, I’ll have to meet them sometime. They seem like nice guys.” Jaxler then downed his mug for the third time and filled it again. “How good are they good at fighting?”
“Well, they’re very highly trained. And the few times somepony has come after mum, or dad, or... or one of us, they’ve been able to keep us safe. I’m... not much of an expert on fighting, so I can’t tell you much more.”
“People come after your family?”
“Yeah...” Marilee looked away. “I...guess it comes with the territory... being wealthy, I mean.”
“It’s almost funny. When you're poor as dirt, your life is constantly in danger, and when you're rich, you’re still in danger... I’ll never let anypony harm you or your family.”
Marilee smiled at this. “That’s very kind of you. You have a good heart, Jaxler.”
Jaxler smiled back. “It is no more so than your own.”
The pink glow returned to Marilee’s face. She giggled lightly.
Jaxler smiled, and went straight for a kiss.
Marilee was quite taken aback at first, but soon enough she relaxed and leaned into the kiss.
Jaxler eventually broke the kiss.
Marilee looked up at Jaxler, cheeks flushed eyes wide. “W-Wow, t-that was...” The thought briefly crossed her mind that she had just been kissed by a mare but quickly vanished.
Jaxler chuckled a little bit. “That’s was what?”
“That was... lovely.”
“Well, if you ever want more, I’m always available.”
“What about... right now?”
Jaxler went in for another kiss.
Marilee returned the kiss gratefully, leaning into Jaxler.
Jaxler held this kiss for a little while, but eventually broke it. Jaxler then looked into Marilee’s eyes. “You're beautiful”
“You’re... handsome? Beautiful?”
“Am I beautiful enough to kiss again?” said Jaxler half jokingly.
As an answer, Marilee went in for the kiss this time.
Jaxler leans in and lets Marilee kiss him.
After a long moment, Marilee broke the kiss. “W-Wow...”
Jaxler didn’t say a word and just went for another kiss.
Marilee gratefully accepted yet another kiss, leaning her whole body against Jaxler’s chest.
Jaxler held the kiss for a while, but broke it regretfully. He looked deeply into Marilee’s eyes, when suddenly he felt something jump up on his side and knock him over. Apparently Riddix had woken up, and felt like being playful. Jaxler fell to his side, and effectively hit his head on the table, hard, before hitting the ground.
Marilee gasped, bending down to make sure Jaxler hadn’t seriously hurt himself. “Are you okay? Here, let me help you...” She took his hoof in hers, gently helping Jaxler to stand.
Jaxler got off the ground. “I think I’m okay, but I’m having a hard time seeing straight.”
“I think you should lie down, and rest for a while.”
Jaxler nodded, and took a step forward, almost falling over in the process. “can, you help me over to the bed?”
“Of course.” Marilee lent Jaxler her shoulder, helping him stand and hobble over to the bed. as they reached the bed, she pulled the blankets back for him. “Here you go. Hop on in.”
Jaxler got in the bed, and sighed. “Sorry...”
“It’s alright, really.” Marilee started to pull the blankets over Jaxler, paused, then climbed into bed beside him and snuggled up to him.
Jaxler kissed Marilee.
Marilee wrapped her forelegs around Jaxler as she briefly returned the kiss before breaking it. “My, you’re very... eager.”
Jaxler put his forelegs around Marilee. “Well, it’s hard not to be, with somepony as beautiful as yourself.”
“Oh, Jaxler...” Marilee tightened her grip, snuggling in closer to him.
Jaxler planted another kiss on Marilee
She giggled, returning the kiss before drawing back and staring deep into Jaxler’s eyes. “So...”
Jaxler looked back into Marilee’s eyes. “I Think I love you.”
“I... I think I love you too.”
Jaxler smiled at this, and went in for a kiss.
Marilee gratefully accepted yet another kiss, holding this one for as long as she could.
Once the kiss broke, Jaxler didn’t hesitate to go in for another.
Marilee accepted, but had to break the kiss earlier than she would have liked to draw a few breaths. “S-So... does this mean we...”
Jaxler held Marilee a little bit tighter. “If you want.”
“Are you sure? I-I could understand if you’d rather wait until you’re cured...”
“Why wait?”
Marilee smiled, blushing brightly. “Whenever you’re ready.”
Post by: Dsarker on June 09, 2012, 05:21:53 am
You have written to me oft-times concerning your discovery of a most strange buffalo, acting differently to the normal ones.
The following passage comes from Bertucher’s brilliant dissertation on the written language of the buffaloes, also known variably as buffalorks, brownskins, brownies. We feel it sheds some light on your studies of the type of buffalo you may be dealing with...
Following this idea gives us exciting questions about ‘typical’ translations of Buffalo texts. For if the meaning is determined from outside context as well as in-text context, then it leaves the language previously understood to be limited and typically useless in a state far more useful to xenologists. To help us with this debate, we shall examine a text discovered in the ruins of Dawnpick in remarkably good condition.
((a series of glyphs follows))
Now, this text would be typically translated as follows:
I have come to light, the strength of the ponies, and I do not know. I am getting the goods.
But following this, we can give a proper translation.
I am at dawn pick and the ponies don't know what I am. I am getting the good things.
Having finished the translation on this text, we can establish the author’s names.
Firstly, he is known among the buffaloes in general as Nazrunt Wazbad.
Secondly, among the ponies he is known as Loose Screw.
Thirdly, he is known as ‘Stabim’ by that peculiar group of the buffalos known as the Kommandos...
Post by: Maklak on June 09, 2012, 12:39:04 pm
(( 28 Malachite, 262 ))
Indigo saw something absolutely outrageous and decided to talk to Lady Virtue about it. She must have known about it already, but... couldn't she see where this was all going? Is she this naive? He approaches the keep and is reluctantly let in, after leaving his saddlebags with the guard standing by the door.
"Hello Lady Virtue. I've seen six rainbow ponies walking around the town. What is worse, they have weapons and armour. They aren't a part of any caravan and we are supposedly at war with them. So why are they here?" asks Indigo, looking visibly disturbed.
Virtue swallows an imagined lump of apprehension and tries to think of the best way to explain this to Indigo without arousing too much suspicion or agitating him further. "They are mercenaries. From the rainbow coalition. Gregor arranged for them to be sent here to help protect us in the event that we did end up in actual combat with the rainbow ponies."
"If you need mercenaries, I'm sure Coupledye has many. Heck, some may even agree to serve for 5 years in exchange for a good suit of armour, if money isn't enough of a lure. So why do we even need the Rainbows and Stiletto, I just don't understand."
"I did petition Coupledye about all of this right after it happened, and they sent a few soldiers like Bardiche and Voulge." She thinks for a moment about asking for mercenaries. "I didn't ask them for any mercenaries at the time... perhaps I should. I just have to hope their loyalty isn't too easily swayed by rainbow pony money. The Shadowglaze family is very wealthy..."
"So... we are at war with another rainbow pony family, and these are 'good' rainbow ponies, who want to help us? Really? Who told you that? Gregor? Do you believe him? Did you confirm his story in any way? It sounds awfully convenient. Even if it were true, and Gregor and his family don't want any conflict with us, the prudent thing to do for them would be to leave as soon as it is safe for them to do so. What possible motive could they have to stay and help us defend against rainbows working for some other faction, they had no problem travelling with in the first place? Competition? Feud? I just don't see, how they could benefit from becoming traitors in their own land, therefore I don't believe Gregor's story. Besides, if you are concerned about sell-axes turning their cloaks on us, I'd say the rainbow mercenaries are even less trustworthy than ones from Coupledye."
Indigo was right in that she was taking a lot of it at face value, but so far that hadn't come back to bite her in the flank. She could hope it wouldn't come to that. "I'll admit that I don't understand the rainbow politics or if they can really work so independently of each other, nor do I completely understand Gregor's motivations, but he seemed to believe this would benefit his family in the long run. Exclusive trading with Dawnpick, possibly, I'm not sure." She sighs. "Anyway, when I first talked with him, I had little to go on other than his word, but so far he hasn't shown himself to be untrustworthy, and I've had Partisan watching him to be sure, not to mention I've been screening his messages. Nothing alarming in any of that."
Indigo frowns. "It is good, that you are taking these precautions, but why didn't they just leave? There is a lot of bad blood between us and the rainbows now and the presence of Gregor and his group raises some tensions. I'm happy he and his family didn't die in 260, but they were supposed to leave after the wounded mare got better. Not only were they allowed to stay and wander around, looking at our defences, but now they have bodyguards as well? Their group is big enough to safely travel to Glittergen, back to their homeland or wherever they hay they want to, so why don't they?"
Truth be told Virtue wasn't quite sure why they hadn't left yet, but Indigo had a point regardless. "I actually don't know for sure..." she admits. "He was concerned about travelling while hostilities still existed between us and the Shadowglaze family, but now that he does have an armed escort and it seems he could leave whenever he wants. Perhaps he is waiting for more soldiers to arrive in a caravan to travel with... I'm not entirely sure."
"I've heard there was some conflict around Glitterglen as of late as well, perhaps that is a factor. As for the guards... well, right after the caravan incident Gregor offered to request aid from his own family's defence force. At the time I was desperate to bolster our defences when, as far as I knew, an attack could come at any time. Things have become a bit protracted, I'll admit... but I don't think they're spies. I've been screening the messages they've sent and received, and I've had Partisan watching them." continues Virtue.
Indigo frowns This is beginning to make sense. "I've been attending these captain's meetings for years now, and I never heard any of this. One of their functions is to provide you with advice on our defences. Even if you needed to make a quick decision, you should have informed us during the next meeting and in the meantime consulted this with Halberd or maybe Fauchard. Have you? Because if not, I imagine Halberd will be quite unhappy about it."
"Besides... you asked Gregor to bolster our defences? Really? Stiletto is bad enough, but at least she is from a neutral fraction and for all the trouble she causes, she might, just might, be worth it during a war. Rainbow ponies on the other hoof... It is quite likely they are infiltrators, who will turn on us during a siege. What else could they be? Oh, I'm sure they will help us fight badger pony bandits or some things in the caverns, just to throw off suspicion, but when we start trusting them and give them steel, they will be in a good position to turn on us."
Virtue sighs. "I'm sorry for not letting you know earlier... I went to Halberd privately right after this happened... Naginata happened to be there at the time." She realizes that implied she didn't think his opinion mattered, which it did, and so quickly tries to continue along. "Anyway... I did consider all of that. Most importantly, they're not allowed access to our armoury, so hopefully that won't be an issue. Regardless, while I don't think they're spies of any sort, I've asked the other captains to keep an eye on them and make sure they aren't doing anything suspicious. I should have involved you too, I'm sorry. If you want to help out, then please do report anything unusual you see." Now she just had to hope that this didn't spark another conflict like the trade depot incident if one of the soldiers did something untoward... "In a fight... well, I'm trusting Halberd to deploy so that we can mitigate any risk of them turning on us."
Indigo sighs. "Well, you at least considered some of these things and took some precautions. Still, we have around 20 soldiers, and I don't think those six will make much difference." he frowns "I really hope you are right about them, because if you aren't... Well, just don't tell me I didn't warn you after they kill the guard at the gate, open it to a siege and disable the traps. Or help another assassin." With that, Indigo leaves, somewhat calmer, but still worried.
Virtue watches him leave and chews on her thoughts for a few minutes. He had a lot of good points, but she wasn't really sure what to do about it. They still might need the extra troops if a fight ever did come... but there was a persistent nagging in the back of her mind that Indigo might be right. She imagines one of the soldiers shooting her, Harvest Moon or one of their children in their sleep and shivers mentally. But what could she do? Maybe she should talk to Gregor and try to ease her mind... but she had to be careful not to provoke him, lest she makes matters far worse than they already might be.
Suddenly another thought dawns on Indigo, but he doesn't come back to talk about it. What if Gregor has a feud with that other family and somehow killed the diplomat without leaving any traces, then hid with his own family before the trouble started? They were the only survivors and how would they get to our warehouse anyway? Let alone just in time? The depot was watched. If they are wealthy enough to get mercenaries, they couldn't possibly be simply trying to steal something at the time. If Virtue was right about them willing to have exclusive rights to trade, they wouldn't want to leave. They would want to stir conflict between us and Shadowglaze, or whatever they're called and earn our trust. Getting his wife and daughter involved in something like this would be a huge risk, but then again what better way to throw off our suspicions, than a gambit like that? It makes a scary amount of sense. Wool said the diplomat died of natural causes, but then again he could have been blackmailed and silenced in the mines. Nopony could explain what he was doing there in the first place and how that beast got there. If he was drugged and left in it's path... Maybe I should tell Partisan about my suspicions and voice them during the next captain's meeting.
(( NOTE: Indigo shares his concerns during the next captain's meeting. Indigo, Naginata and Halberd don't like the rainbow presence, which in Halberd's case means rudely and loudly scolding Virtue for letting them in. Glaive and Fauchard don't have any serious problems with it. While they are in favour of keeping an extra close eye on the rainbows, it is well known to Glaive that they are Gregor's ponies and that Gregor isn't allied with the ponies who tried to kill Virtue. Partisan sees all rainbow ponies as potential spies and threats, but doesn't want to treat them poorly or antagonise them, if they are allowed to stay. Conclusion: They are here to stay, but will be watched and won't get any steel from the armoury. ))
(( NOTE: Indigo's speculative theory about Gregor being behind the diplomat's death is rejected, based on lack of evidence, but his group is still regarded as a bunch of opportunists. ))
(( NOTE: Indigo will talk about his concerns to important ponies, who want to listen. Or just ones he is often in contact with. This should sow some healthy distrust towards the newcomers and antagonize them in return. "We have come a long way to help defend these ponies. So why do they hate us? Why do they refuse us better weapons and armour when they have plenty?" (Actually the last one is not that difficult to explain away; mercenaries may be supposed to have their own gear, and getting or being lent something new would be considered a part of their payment.) ))
(( NOTE: Indigo will of course report anything abnormal he sees or hears, but not before he gets some kind of confirmation or evidence. ))
Post by: Dsarker on June 10, 2012, 03:51:16 am
I received your letter not two days ago, requesting more information on this buffalo, and I will do what I can.
This buffalo, so far as we have been able to locate in the records, left behind several manuscripts in remarkable condition. These are typically maps, small records of missions, and the like. Less often he left behind what appears, at first look to be diary entries. These are typically singular prior to the records from Dawnpick, but tend to be more descriptive than the ones in Dawnpick.
Most of these say things that seem to contradict myths or other lore about the buffaloes. Whether these are universal, or present only in kommandoes, or even solely in this specimen, is still up for debate. But this story, from one of the pre-Dawnpick records, seems to dispel at least the tale that they butcher any foals they can lay their hooves on. We have translated it from the buffalo. Where terms are ambiguous, the possible meanings are all listed. The first one is our favourite for the correct term.
Today/This day/This week/Yesterday a special event/battle/war happened. While I was sneaking/tricking/lying in a village/army/encampment, a young/chosen/marked/holy pony/ponies/other came by. She saw through/understood/foresaw my disguise/lies/trick. I hit her and knocked her out. I took/stole/robbed her from the village/army/encampment. When she awoke/was born/died/killed, she wanted/wished/fought for going home/cave/herdstone. She was crying/cheering/shouting/taunting, and I allowed/agreed/decided it.
She went home/to the cave/to the herdstone, and a pony/ponies/other was there. The pony/ponies/other beat the young/chosen/marked/holy pony/ponies/other. I went in and attacked the hated/unworthy/unbeing/hateful pony/ponies/other. From him, I claimed/won/looted his wings and the cutie mark (lit. mark of shame/pride/side). I took the young/chosen/marked/holy pony/ponies/other and left.
Post by: jaxler on June 11, 2012, 01:37:39 am
(http://i198.photobucket.com/albums/aa176/Kryptid/Moral.png) + sienna
Moral was having a great day. He spent the last couple hours making all kinds of super fun stuffs out of wood, and even got to spend most his free time wondering about doing nothing! He felt so happy right now just enjoying a nice stroll, and now he somehow ended up walking on the wall, and to make things even better, he saw another pony on the wall. “Hey there!”
Sienna watched the aubern embers of another day fade away behind the skyline. She loved coming to the wall at this hour, to watch the sun paint the sky a wonderful mural of orange in its last escapes.
The red alicorn snatched her attention away
"well, hey there yourself."
she pulls out a hand-rolled stick of tobacco, and frisked herself for matches. She sighed and said
"happen to have a light?"
Moral slimed infectiously. “ya I has light.” Moral’s horn then engulfed in a hiddious shade of red as the end of the tobacco stick was also enveloped in a similar aura and then ignited. “So, whicha’ be doing!”
'Ooh, that's impressive', she thought
"Oh, you know," she gestures at the sunset
"watching a whole planet burn. You'd think some pony would be disconcerted about it. About a giant ball of flame in the sky." she brings her hoof up to her chin in thought " but then again, what CAN you do about it, I suppose." she walks up to the edge of the wall
Moral shrugged.
She extends a hoof around him
"you see, there are so many things out there that are just, left unexplained and taken for granted! It just makes me wonder, you know?"
Moral smiled even wider as Sienna put he hooves around him. “Yeah, but I guess life wouldn’t be as fun if didn’t get to wonder.” Moral then extended his massive wing around Sienna.
sienna grinned, pleased with herself 'and that's all it takes to get a colt bend backwards for you , folks'
she realizes its getting quite cold up on the wall
She snuggles into Moral's fur
"guess if we spend too much time wondering about the big things, we never enjoy the little things."
Moral felt nice having Sienna snuggled up to him. “Your really nice...”
"And you're Moral!" she said excitedly " the dangerous alicorn that sets fire to ponies with his mind! You know, I thought you were going to be a brooding badboy when I heard about what you did, but it looks like you are the 'strong, silent' type. I like that. The name's Sienna."
Moral sighed. “I don’t like being a badboy... I just wanna be a nice pony.”
"well, that's good. The whole 'misunderstood loner' who plays with matches is kinda clech'e"
she sees her brother Peony stumble up the walls steps and give out a long, frustrated sigh
"Moral, as a friend, can you do me a solid?"
Moral doesn’t notice the other pony walking up the steps. He just sighs and looks watery eyed. “Can I has hug.”
She grins "I'll do one better"
she slides her tounge between his tonsils
Moral was suprised out of his mind to have somepony do that to him, but it didn’t stop him from doing the same to Sienna.
"Sienna! You won't believe what just read about bird migrations!"
She disengaged and said "busy, twerp!"
Peony sighed "always busy... Fine, I'll leave you alone, but this stuff IS fascinating...
Moral sighed. “I am sure it’s about as fascinating as watching grass grow”
"oh, you have no idea. You, sir knight, have saved probably four hours of my life. "
“May we please go back to the whole kissing thing, dear Sienna?”
Of course, darling!" they lock lips again
Peony frowns at the both of them and walks off
she waits until she is sure he is out of earshot
she looks into his eyes and disconnects the drool connecting their mouths together
"you're good at this" she smiles "want to, like, I don't know, get some dinner or something?"
“Sure!”
"you're buying"
“Why wouldn’t I buy?”
Post by: Psalms01 on June 11, 2012, 01:45:30 am
As Splinter knocks on the door to Amber’s apartment, he realises It’s been what seems like ages since he’s seen her face. He knows it’s only been less than a year since she moved out of the house, he knows he’s being overprotective and overbearing, but it’s an alien feeling to see the girl you’ve raised only once and awhile.
Amber was at her table enjoying a bowl of orange slices that she raided from the food stockpile earlier. A jug of her favorite liquor, sewer brew, sets on the table too and she was about to enjoy a swig of it until her ‘hobby’ was interrupted by a knock at the door. She ambles to the door and asks; “Nopony is home, come back when-never.”
“Come back? Is that a way to treat your ol’ pop?” echoed through the door with a stern but humorous tone
With a roll of her eyes and a wiggle of her snout in displeasure, she opens the door, but only enough to shove her head out. “And what is your excuse? Mom kicked you out or did you kick your own-self out?” Her questions come out more akin to statements.
“I just came to say hello, see how you’re adjusting to adult life. You are still my lovable brat, after all.” he let’s himself in “And, Mother and I are doing fine, thank you very much.” he eyes the liquor; “is that what I think it is?”
Half pushed aside by her father and half moved out of the way, she rolls her eyes again. “You could have waited for me to invite you in my…” She pauses at his tone and changes hers to a sarcastic one. “Hmm, sewer brew, my favorite and last bottle in the fort too. What about it?”
Splinter looked at her sternly “One, Alcohol is a very bad addiction and can wreck your life. Two, pour me some, Hickory has been trying to keep me sober for months. She’s had an existential crisis since that honeybadger bit off her nose. trying to change everything, even me.”
he sits down and slides a shot glass towards her “So hows life?” he looks the apartment up and down “You look like you're doing well-ish.”
Amber sets down the opposite end of the table and places her hoof in a pig tail cord wrapped around the jug that was used by Earth Ponies to hold things. “Ugly what happen to mother, but it’s not like she lost anything of importance.” She says as she drips some sewer brew into the shot glass and sides it back to him. “Life has been a bitch, but I am surviving… thanks to Virtue” She keeps her sarcastic tone until the end which she whispers, she starts back but drops the sarcasm; “work is the same, make blocks today and doing the same tomorrow, if not placing them to make a building. It is only enjoyable to see the end resort, better if some dragon does not come along and smash my work. At day’s end it is all about what to eat until I hit the hay.”
“Welcome to the working world, Princess.” he snorted. “For every knight in shining armor, there’s ten doing the shining.” He leans back “You know, I never wanted to be a wood burner. shocking, I know. I was an artist. Damn best artist in my village. If anyone needed a pointer in what colors compliment each other best, or needed a refresher on the Rule of Thirds, they came to me. I was a prodigy, they told me. I went to the city, so sure I’d find fame and success. Instead, I found a lot of better artists. I found I couldn’t even get a single commissioner some months. But, I also found your mother. Settled down, then you brats ruined everything. Speaking of- Has any stallion swept you off your feet yet? when are you going to get me some grandkids?”
Reflecting back to her crush on the mayor and her past experience with how the other fort’s stallions reminded her of donkeys. She also recalling that she heard her father’s flights of fancy story for the millionth time already. “All of stallions here are better off being gelded knowing what foal they would sire. And unlike you, I’m not going to make that mistakes you did.” She scoffs before taking a swig right from the jug.
“Oh? What’s life without mistakes? What’s the fun in that? If I never made a mistake, you wouldn’t be standing here, with your siblings, with your friends in this amazing fort. If I never made a mistake, I’d still be in the village alone, making quite a lot of money.” he grinned
The mare feels around with her free hoof where her horn use to be and looks towards the pier. Amber takes a slower sip of her sewer brew and attempt to pull the strings of fate to levitate an orange slice from the bowl. She sighs at her failure. “I’ve had enough mistakes for a lifetime and being born into such a terrible family was one of them.” She gazes back hoping for her father to lose his smirk at her words.
He sighs “you know, one day, you’re going to realize that this ‘terrible family’? Is the only one you got. I know you hate me because I was never there, Because I selfishly worked day and night to keep food in you and your siblings mouths. I am so sorry” he drawled “But one day you’ll understand, one day you’ll say ‘thank you, pop’.” he cringes a little at her missing horn, he couldn't even imagine a life with such a universal tool taken away. he would offer Amber sympathy, but knew better. she’d just throw that back at him too.
He picks up the orange slice for her “here. Take a bite.”
“I could do it myself.” Amber says, but accepts the orange slice anyway. She munches on the citrus escape and thinks; knows now why you did what you had to do, but that does not change that you could have spent more time with us or been smarter and told us your reasons in a way we would have understood. She continues to work on the orange slices in silence.
Splinter takes a slice aswell and they both enjoy a content little silence. “Well, kid, looks like you have yourself handled. Don’t need me hanging around anymore. Get to work on those grandkids, huh?” he gets up “Oh, and one more thing, Sienna and Patina say “Hello”. without their older sis to keep them in line, those two turned feral! ... and if you ever need help-” waves at where a horn would be on his head “- you know, the injury? you know where I am.”
Amber smiles at the mention of her older sister and younger sister, even at their age they are a hoof-full. “Return their hellos for me.” She gets up after he waves at where her horn is and proceeds to the door. “Also if you ever plan on another incursion into my life, please warn me ahead of time, but thank you for the visit. It was… pleasant” She said as she opened the door for her ‘Pops.’
Post by: Maklak on June 11, 2012, 06:55:16 am
(( Early Hematite 262, close to a month after Jaxler's arrests. ))
A day after their talk about spells, Sarissa said to Indigo that she decided to help train his squad and would come during the first convenient time he proposed. Indigo nodded and thanked her. On the day they chose, Indigo gathers his squad in the barracks. Lately, most of their time is dedicated to medical training, but that doesn't mean they can get too rusty at fighting. Given Sarissa's bad reputation, they feel a bit anxious, but what could she throw at them, that Jaxler already hasn't? She approaches them as they check their equipment.
The brown unicorn nods to Indigo and his squad. She takes a look at their armour and weapons, then clears her throat, "Well, looks like the lot of you keep your equipment in good shape. That's a good start..." Sarissa turns and looks towards the door, "Let's go out and get some fresh air. It'll be easier to train with the extra room anyway. Make sure you bring training axes." Having said that, she leads them to an open area without any fragile items around, stops and returns her attention to the group. "For starters, I'd like to see how far you've come with your training." She then looks at Indigo, "Who are your two best fighters? Let me see them go at it for a bit..."
"Jaxler is in prison, so I suppose that's Oil Macepony and me." answers Indigo. The two ponies face each other and spar. They know how to hold their weapons and how to swing them, but are below the level of skill Sarissa expected from them after years of training. Oil has a mace and Indigo has an axe and they both have shields. He is fighting more defensively, but both ponies are taking wild swings at each other. Some of them connect, but most just hit the shields.
After only about a minute, Sarissa has seen plenty, "Alright, that's enough..." she implores as she shakes her head and groans. "There was no finesse in that at all! Is this how you normally train? You're clunky, slow and inaccurate. Looks like there is no single trouble area that I'm going to have to address. What stood out the most to me is how little coordination your attacks had. You need to train with your weapon until swinging it becomes as natural as moving one of your own limbs. Drawing and swinging should be one fluid motion. Of course, even that isn't enough if you actually want to hit your target. Aiming should become a reflex; an automatic response that you don't have to consciously think about."
Having set up the area prior to coming to the barracks, the brown unicorn places a short, wooden barrel before them. It is about neck-high to an average pony. On top of it, she sets a cubic block of wood about as large as a pony's head. Using her hoof, she draws a line in the dirt near it. "Alright, we're gonna start with baby steps. Your goal is to stand behind this line and then knock the block of wood off the top of that barrel with a training weapon. Each time you successfully hit the block off, I'm going to put a smaller block up there. This first one is stinkin' huge, so you'd better knock it clean off."
"Now here's the kicker..." Sarissa stretches her legs and cracks her neck, "...every time you miss the block, or end up hitting the barrel instead, I'm gonna make you 'pay' for it. Pain is a good motivator, not only consciously but subconsciously as well. Your mind will learn to coordinate with your body more quickly if it knows there are consequences for getting it wrong. Besides, the exact same thing would happen to you in a real fight, if you can't hit your enemy before they hit you, riiiight?" She smirks, "Don't worry, I'll try not to break anything...so who's up first?"
Indigo looks at the rest of his squad, walks up to the line with his shield and axe, takes a swing, and drops the block, hitting it about in the middle. Oil Macepony and Zaeroth have no problem hitting the block either. "We chopped a lot of wood for the furnaces as an excercise, so we can hit an immobile block of wood without much trouble." Explains Indigo.
Sarissa squints her good eye, noting Indigo's words, "Oh really? So you think this is going to be too easy for you, huh? Then why don't we make things a little more difficult?" The axe-pony moves the barrel out of the way and picks up a new block of wood, about half the size of the previous one, with her telekinesis. "We'll use a smaller target, and this time it will be able to move. I'll be challenging your blocking and dodging skills as well. When this thing goes ballistic, you're not gonna want to be in the way." Using her magic, she spins the wooden cube and causes it to do loop-de-loops in mid-air, "Are we finally ready?"
That's a rather rapid change of pace, but it is more interesting than what we usually do. If we can hit this reliably, we will be much closer to 'combat ready'. Indigo thinks as he looks at the moving block with mixed anxiety and fascination. He approaches it, takes a swing at the air, where it was just a moment before and barely manages fo protect himself with a shield, as the block dives for his head. Then he tries to hit the air in front of it, kick it, and has some trouble keeping up with its movements. He gets a few glancing hits on his armour in the process. Finally, after about a dozen long seconds of this, he blocks the path of the block with a shield and swings his axe just before it, hitting and chipping it.
Sarissa pauses the block in the air for a moment and claps unenthusiastically. "Nice thinking outside the box, Indigo..." the patch-wearing pony admits after he uses his shield to aid him, "but what if that block had actually represented a soft spot on a forgotten beast? You know the least that stunt would've gotten you?" At the very last letter of her sentence, the unicorn channels her magic into propelling the damaged block at high velocity into Indigo's face, "A bloodied nose!"
Indigo isn't expecting anything like this after he 'won' the fight, so the attack takes him by surprise. Even with his helmet protecting him, the blow is strong enough to stun him for a moment and cause some bleeding from his muzzle. At first he wants to say something about unfairness, but he knows Sarissa is right and there is no such thing as a fair fight, so he just groans. He doesn't want to risk casting the blood stopping spell on his muzzle, before learning more about it and his injury isn't anything serious anyway, so he just puts a piece of cloth to his nose.
"You gotta keep yourself alert, blue boy. You never know what's gonna happen next in a fight. It won't be a little block of wood causing a boo-boo on your snout when you're defending Dawnpick for real." She chuckles for a moment, "Perhaps I should have clarified what it was that you were supposed to be fighting? This time, I'll simulate something easier like a badger pony. They can't fly, so I'll keep the block lower to the ground." Sarissa floats the wood around, making quick movements but never taking it above head height.
Indigo's turn is done, so he gestures for Oil Macepony to chase the block and Zaeroth after her. Since the target's movements are now less wild, the reservists fare somewhat better than their captain. In less than a minute it is Indigo's turn again. He puts away the cloth and approaches the block, waiting for it to attack, rather than chasing it. When it does, he quickly puts his Axe in it's path and scores a hit.
Taking note that the block was now stuck on the tip of Indigo's axe, Sarissa observes, "Interesting choice of strategy. However, just expecting a badger pony to kill itself by running into your axe blade is a bit optimistic. Unless you manage to cut its trachea or a large artery, it seems more likely that your action would only result in a flesh wound...and an angry badger pony." She telekinetically pulls the damaged block from Indigo's weapon, "Looks like this one has had it..." That said, she tosses the damaged cube over her shoulder.
They train like this for the better part of the day. Sarissa finally finds a satisfying block size and speed, that they have a good chance to hit and mercilessly punishes all their errors, while explaining them. Feeling that the group has had enough, the brownish pony sorts her items and gets them ready to take back to their appropriate storage places. "Next time, I'll make things a little more...interesting. Perhaps I was a bit too lenient today. Expect to be more heavily challenged when we next meet." The unicorn's mind is already exploring creative ways to beat the reserves into shape.
After the training Indigo dismisses his squad and and addresses their instructor. "Sarissa, stay for a moment, I have some things to tell you. Firstly thanks. I take what help I can get with training and if you still want to do it, I'm all for it. We'll just need to coordinate it in advance."
Sarissa shrugs, "Eh, sure."
"In addition, good idea with the flying blocks. Why haven't I thought about it earlier?" Probably because I would have to animate them myself and switch with Oil Macepony once in a while. "Thing is well, this kind of training is really useful, but one on one fight with something dangerous is normally a last resort. If the traps fail, we shoot crossbowas and if the enemy gets too close, we attack as a group. Perhabs we could try with all of us at once next time and then move to a few blocks. I'm just throwing ideas and didn't want to say this with the other two listening." Maybe we shouldn't get too used to fighting alone?
"Working as a group, huh? I like that. I'll definitely work that into the future training regimen. After all, working together can result in a synergy that acting alone without coordination can never hope to achieve," she smirks as she contemplates ways to make them work together efficiently...or suffer unfortunate consequences.
Indigo continues "Now, the second matter is that well, due to an argument during the recent captain's meeting, my squad was delegated to do mostly auxiliary duties, such as taking care of the wounded. Not that I'm complaining; in an emergency we can be useful in other ways, while the militia fights in the front lines. Anyway, this month we are spending most of our training time at the hospital. Apart from first aid, me and Oil Macepony are learning two spells from Chestnut: one to slow down bleeding and one to dull pain. Combined with the one I use for cleaning and us carrying around some bandages, this should be pretty effective to help any wounded ponies, before taking them to the hospital. Since we only just began, you don't train this month, already know a spell that makes you see blood and seem to have some knack for learning spells, perhaps you should come too. Chestnut's spells won't help you in combat, but may be invaluable afterwards. Besides, if you give first aid to some wounded pony, your reputation should improve. Plus well, if you worked all the problems out of your blood vision spell, as you told me, it would be a good idea to share it with Chestnut."
She growls at the 'your reputation should improve' line, but she knows in her heart that he is right. Sarissa was hardly a doctor, but if it was acceptable for a soldier to learn medical magic, then she figured that was an okay way to help somepony out. "Yeah, I guess I could try to learn that stuff," she shrugs, "and Vitalsight as it currently is, should work just fine if the patient is a pony."
Indigo nods, satisfied with her answer. "Lastly, how is your eye healing?"
"...it's mostly fine. Only hurts in bright sunlight now." Sarissa was planning on removing the patch soon, as her eye seemed to be almost back to normal. The only problem was that she now seemed to be a bit short-sighted in that eye now. It probably wouldn't be too much of an issue in combat unless her enemy just so happened to be made of tiny text. "I'll try to keep it off from tonight onward."
Well then, maybe you'll learn that toying around with magic can have disastrous consequences and be more careful. "Good to hear that. See you tomorrow at the hospital." says Indigo and helps her clean up the blocks and the barrel. The blocks make him nervous, as if any of them could jump at him at any time. He picks the barrel to carry it back to the furniture stockpile, leaving the blocks for her and they go their separate ways. It is good to have another competent soldier training us. And I didn't have to worry, she isn't that bad. Sure, she is merciless and sadistic, but for what she does with us, that's actually a good thing. She has something of a better side as well and is dedicated to her work. After carrying away the barrel, Indigo does his evening routine. He almost looks forward to more training with Sarissa.
Feeling satisfied with how the day went, Sarissa chuckles a bit to herself that she was able to get a few hits in on Indigo without it being out of line. She looks forward to seeing the group again. It is a 'win-win' situation as far as she is concerned; while the reserves can hone their skills, she can keep herself entertained during this relatively boring time of the year. The mare does have a greater respect for those three, at least. They seem to be dedicated to their cause and put a lot of effort into facing the challenges she has set before them.
The next day, Sarissa and the reserves meet at the hospital. She finds the blod stopping spell pretty easy to learn, but the one to dull pain gives her more trouble. During Hematite, Indigo's squad trains fighting with their new instructor five more times, and often meet with her at the hospital, learning first aid from Chestnut and Panacea. Training with levitating wooden blocks is continued, but the specific challenges are often varied. Sometimes they have to hit it bare-hoofed. Other times, they are allowed to attack it all at once. There are also excercises with the unicorns attempting to telekinetically grab and hold the block, with Zearoth dealing the decisive blow. Without wearing their armor (but whilst wearing equally-heavy saddlebags instead), they are forced to dodge crude "balls" made from nettles to improve their speed and agility. After the month is over, Sarissa goes back to her training under Halberd.
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(( I made some Stiletto fanart. It is unrelated to the above scene. ))
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Post by: KingStrongbeard on June 12, 2012, 02:23:05 pm
Fauchard, dressed unusually warmly for the weather outside today and wearing a large saddlebag, makes his way to Kit’s home. Upon reaching the door he knocks and calls, “Kit? It’s Fauchard. May I come in?”
“In a moment!” Kit replied.. and a moment longer which is exactly five minutes, she opens the door. Beaming happily at Fauchard, she’s wearing her beautiful Red dress again today, even have that white flower in her mane. “Ready~!” Kit chirped happily.
“You look beautiful as always.” He says with a sincere smile. “I have a special surprise planned for you today Kit. Let’s go.”
“Ooohh?” Kit perk her ears up, interested. happily trotting up to his side after grabbing her coat, she’s ready to set off for their date.
The two ponies walk side by side out of the dorm building to a small mostly empty part of the town. “Now Kit, I need you to get me one thing before I can show you the surprise.” Fauchard turns to her with a smile, “Please fly up and fetch down a cloud. Something big enough for you to sit on comfortably.”
Kit was rather confused as to why Fauchard would want her to fetch him a cloud. But she thought maybe he learned how to sculpt clouds or something.. so with a smiling nod, she flies up and away into the sky, looking for a nice patch of cloud before bringing it back down to him “Okay! How’s this one?”
Fauchard examines the cloud for a moment, running a forehoof through his beard. “Yes... It will do just perfectly.” With that his horn begins to glow, and before long the light spreads until it covers his entire body and all his belongings. The second after he was totally enveloped in the light, the glow fades away entirely.
Kit rises an eyebrow as she watches.. wondering what he’s doing. “um.. what are you doing?” She asked curiously.
Without any explanation for his actions, he takes a step forward and climbs up onto the cloud sitting on top of it. He smiles at Kit, waiting for her to say something.
Kit blinks in surprise, Then smiles beamingly at the older Pony. “Ooohh! you can sit on clouds too now!? Neat!” she chirped.
Fauchard nods, “Indeed I can. Glaive figured out the spell a few years ago, it was no easy task for him, but he learned a lot about magic in the process, and he taught me the spell recently, and I thought that, well that you might like to sit in the sky with me.” Fauchard looks up into the sky at a larger cloud that would be perfect for the two to visit.
Kit smiles and giggles as she nods “That’s a Lovely idea!” she said, holding onto the cloud that Fauchard’s on and flaps her wings quite rapidly, making them ascends steadily.
Fauchard holds onto the cloud. He might be able to touch a cloud be he still couldn’t fly, as he was very much aware. As the cloud reaches the altitude of the other clouds Kit pushes the one Fauchard is on into a large one causing them to stick together. Once his ride had stopped moving, the old Unicorn stands up and looks out at the scenery before him, an expression of pure joy upon his old face. It was wonderful. He’d seen similar sights before from mountain tops before, but there was something different about seeing the countryside directly below you like this.
Kit joined him at the cloud with a smile, happy to see the old Unicorn smiling like that. “It’s beautiful isn’t it?” she asked with a happy sigh, sitting down on the cloud and tucking her legs in together.
Fauchard, sits next to Kit, looks to her, and kisses her gently, "It is, but not as beautiful as you are. Thank you for helping me to reach this place." he says.
Kit blushes softly from the kiss and coos out happily. giggling softly and scooting herself close to him, leaning onto his side “mmnm.. Thank you for being here in this place with me..” she replied.
"It is my pleasure dear."
Kit was a wonderful mare, and Fauchard truly loved every moment the two spent together. While he would always love Morning Star, she was long gone, and while Kit would never replace her in his mind, he knew that he was starting to love Kit too.
"Kit I have one more surprise for you." with that he reaches into his saddle bag with his magic and pulls out a glass container, inside which is a single rose floating effortlessly within. Fauchard passes the container to Kit,
"I love you Kit, very much, and I want you to have this. I have long kept this with me whenever I traveled as a reminder of my home. You see, this rose was picked from the gardens at my house back in the capital and the container is enchanted, so long as it remains unbroken, the rose will never wilt. But now I want you to have it, because I can no longer imagine a home that is without you."
Kit’s eyes went wide in surprise as she sees the gift that Fauchard have for her, ears perking up “oh Fauchard..” She coos with a hoof over at her mouth, admiring the beauty of the rose.. “It’s.. Beautiful!.. b-but.. it’s also so important to you.. a-are you sure?”
Fauchard gives a small chuckle, “My dear, it is as if you don’t know me at all. I would not have offered it, if I wasn’t sure.” he nods slowly, “Yes, I want you to have it.”
Kit nods and blushes happily at the gift.. “mnm.. Thank you Fauchard.. but.. um, maybe you should hold onto it until we get back onto the ground?” Kit asked. Not wanting to break such valuable gift up this high.
“Ah, that is probably wise, I’ll put it back in the bag for now.” he says, and then proceeds to do so.
Kit couldn’t help but to simply lean just that much more onto the old pony, sighing happily. Content to be able to spend time with him.
Fauchard rests his head atop Kit’s and sighs softly. He thinks to himself, ’Coming to Dawnpick was the best decision I ever made,’ as he sits quietly with the young mare he has come to love. As the sun begins to set in the distance, the ponies share another kiss, this one much longer and more passionate than any they had shared before. There were something different about this one.. It feels, right. Simply right.
Post by: jaxler on June 12, 2012, 11:22:03 pm
Slowly, quietly, Marilee stirred. Her eyes fluttered open, and after a moment she realized she was not in her own room. Then she felt the warmth of a pony next to her, and turned to see a fine black alicorn mare curled up beside her.
No, this was precisely where she belonged. She snuggled into Jaxler’s belly, lying there contentedly.
Jaxler woke up, in his bed, which was an uncommon occurrence. He looked over and saw that Marilee was snuggled up to him. Jaxler wanted to just stay in bed next to marilee, but felt compelled to do otherwise. He needed to check up on somepony today, and didn’t really feel like waiting. So, he got out of bed.
Marilee sat up as Jaxler climbed out of bed. “Good morning...”
“Oh, good morning. How’d you sleep?”
“Good... really good. How about you?”
“I did as well... Um, what are your parents going to do if they ask why you spent the night?”
Marilee giggled. “Don’t worry, dad’s not going to come after you with a crossbow.”
Jaxler shrugged. “Hey, I Kinda need to check up on somepony in the hospital soon.”
“Oh dear... did one of your friends get hurt?”
“Well, no. He got turned into a living statue.”
Marilee clapped her hooves over her mouth. “Oh Luna, that’s horrible! Was it... was it those flowers?”
“Not exactly... When I had the flowers destroyed, the smoke had the same effects as the flower did.”
“Oh... I hope we can find a cure...”
“Actually, I talked with herbalist. Turns out the effects of the plant wear off, but I wasn’t told how long it would take.”
“That’s wonderful to hear, though! At least we know you won’t be like this forever.”
“Yeah, I don’t know what I’d do if I was stuck like this. Still, I feel horrible that Granite had that happen to him because of me.”
“It isn’t your fault, Jaxler. You didn’t know about the smoke.”
“Still, I feel like I need to check up on him. I’d also like it if you could come along with me.”
“Of course. You still haven’t introduced us, after all.”
“Thanks, I’d like to head down as soon as possible.”
“Alright.” With that, Marilee rolled out of bed and set about making herself presentable.
Jaxler didn’t care much about his appearance, and just picked up his crossbow and quiver. After equipping his weapon, he turned to Marilee who was working on her appearance “You look nice.. Anyway, are about ready to head over?”
Marilee smiled, planting a kiss on Jaxler’s cheek. “Whenever you are.”
Jaxler blushed a little bit and said warmly “let’s head over.”
Marilee followed Jaxler outside.
The two started to head over to the hospital. “When you see Granite, it might be a bit shocking.”
“As shocking as learning I had a marefriend?”
Jaxler smiled and put his wing over Marilee. “Why would that be shocking?”
Marilee blushed. “W-Well, I mean... m-my sisters... b-but I’m not into...”
“Well, me being a mare shouldn’t be a problem for too long.”
Marilee just averted her eyes, face still glowing.
“Oh, It seems we’re here.” Jaxler held the hospital door open for Marilee.
Marilee stepped inside, looking around for the young stallion Jaxler had described to her.
A pony made of stone stood still in the corner of the hospital. There was still no glow cast on him.
“Oh, he’s over there, in the corner.” Jaxler walked over and prodded the petrified pony with his forehoof.
Suddenly laughter is heard from the other corner. “Bwahahahahaha! Oh that’s too funny!” Granite snickers.
“Why are you laughing?” asked Jaxler
“That’s not me you’re poking Jaxler!” Granite says. “I got bored as hell waiting around last night so I built a statue of myself and left it there! Also I didn’t want to get rusty with my masonry...”
Marilee stifles a yelp, falling on her haunches as she sees the statue in the other corner burst into laughter. “O-Oh my... are you... Granite?”
Jaxler walked over to his mare friend and extended his hoof in hopes of helping her up off the ground.
“Yes, I am Granite. Did Jaxler tell you about the flower thing? Sorry for the scare... you must be Jaxler’s significant other I’ve heard so much about.” Granite said.
After allowing herself to be helped up, Marilee approached the petrified stallion. “Y-Yes. My name is Marilee. Jaxler tells me a lot about you, Granite.” She reaches over to touch his foreleg. “This doesn’t... hurt, does it?”
“Not really, it just feels really stiff and I’m clumsy as hell now. Also I would shake your hoof, but if I did now there’s a fifty-fifty chance you would get crushed.” Granite says. “Nothing personal...”
“It’s okay, I understand.”
Jaxler walked over to Granite.“So, Granite, do you feel any better? Any worse? is there anything I can do?”
“The only thing you could do is find a cure for this thing...” Granite says, gesturing to himself. “I’m a monster... the kind mommy used to tell me about at night...” He sheds a tear. “I, I didn’t know I could cry like this...”
Marilee laid a hoof across Granite’s withers. “I’m pretty sure monsters don’t cry, Granite.”
Jaxler walked up to Granite. “It’s gonna okay Granite, the effects wear off.”
“Do you really believe that Jaxler? What are the odds this will just ‘wear off’ in a few hours. It’s already been a day or so and nothing’s changed. I don’t want to live the rest of my life like this Jaxler.” Granite says, his voice wavering slightly.
Jaxler sighed, he really hoped he wouldn’t have to be doing this in the near future. He put his forelegs around Granite and hugged him. “I don’t know how long it will take, but it will wear off.”
Marilee could think of nothing to say, so she silently joined the embrace.
“I-if you say so Jaxler...” Granite says. “Could you guys get off of me now? I want to try to avoid any potential accidents...”
Jaxler backs off. “So, what do you plan on doing once you get back to normal?”
“Jaxler I’m gonna climb the nearest building and i am going to do so much balance-ee crap it just might kill me...” Granite says.
“Promise me you won’t get yourself killed.”
“I’ll try my best Jaxler. Maybe I’ll avoid the apartment rooftops for a few weeks...” Granite says.
“Okay... why do you climbing things so much?” asked Jaxler
“Climbing stuff is fun, I can get a good view of Dawnpick and achieve some peace and quiet...” Granite said.
“I can sympathize with that. I love being with my family, but sometimes I just want some quiet.”
“Peace and quiet is always nice.” said Jaxler
“Hey Jaxler, I’ve told you about the attic right?” Granite asked.
“Yeah. Why do you ask?”
“Prime example of finding peace and quiet... sorta fits the conversation...” Granite said. He took a look at the statue in the corner. “I’m so gonna keep the statue though, that’d be a good reminder of this ordeal...”
“What are you going to do with a statue?”
“Put it somewhere to use as a decoy for some over elaborate prank or something...” Granite says. “Or leave it in my apartment with all my other crap cluttered on the floor...”
“Meh, you really need to clean your apartment.”
“Eh, I only use it to sleep...” Granite says. “It’s not like I have anypony visit...”
“I visit.”
“When?” Granite asked. “Sure you’ve knocked on my door and we’ve went out drinking, but I don’t think I’ve ever let you inside my home...”
“Well... how about I come visit you more often.”
“No, my house is messy, let me at least try to clean it up first...” Granite said.
“Fine... So, I guess I can visit you at your house once the statue thing wears off.”
Post by: DVNO on June 13, 2012, 12:32:30 am
“And so, if you put the birds on the X-coordinate, and the time on the Y, you can tell how many more - ”
“yeah, that’s some... interesting stuff, Peony.” Patina uttered dismissively. she had tuned him
out over ten minutes ago, she was too busy watching Granite doing his training exercises in the courtyard.
“You see where I’m getting at, right? you get the concept?”
“No, yeah, I’ve hit an epiphany, actually-” Patina squishes Peony’s cheeks in
“I Need to find a way to get Granite to notice me!”
“Alright, just go up and talk to him. Start with the fact hes a living statue now, that seems like a good ice breaker.” Peony said plainly
“What are you, crazy!? I can’t do that!” Patina exclaimed ”mares are probably lining around the corner to hang around him - If I just start off with just small talk, what if I’m boring? what if I say the wrong thing? I’ll blow it! forever!”
“Then you don’t impress Granite, find someone else.”
Patina gets watery eyed ”wha- what are you saying? I’m not attractive?”
“I’m saying different ponies have different tastes - “
“You’re saying i’m not as attractive as Sienna, Well she can’t have him! He’s mine!”
“You know, I recall you wanted to come up here to do some birdwatching, not eyeing Granite. Am I the only one who cares about these bucking birds?”
“Uh, yes.”
“You know what? I’m gonna go home. have fun stalking Granite.”
she waved him goodbye, keeping her eyes glued on Granite “Don’t worry, I will!”
“It was sarcasm!” he called back as he walked away
peony slammed the door to his room shut and threw his math book on his desk. He was sick of it. Sick of it all. Sick of everything and everyone looking down at poor peony. Sick of no one paying attention when he does the right thing, that his siblings problems always draw a crowd. Sick of the fact he's smart enough to track the gross median of birds this year and calculate the amount of birds that'll come back from their migration next year on an algebraic graph, but can't conjure up a way to get a anyone to even look his way. And most maddening part? He can't even imagine a way to live a more orderly, structured, correct life. He just doesn't understand, he thought he was doing everything right! and yet he was miserable...
he sighed and took a look in his mirror. What he saw he didn't like a bit. A scrawny runt with reading glasses, nothing special in the looks department, on account of the fact he had never taken care of them. Just average pony, destined for obscurity, with nothing but these...thoughts weighing him down. He's wishes he could just flip a switch sometimes, somehow stop thinking like his brothers manage to.
Flip a switch...
"just - just, no matter how hard I try to understand, I feel like I'll never get it.." He Closed his eyes and sulked
"what's there to not get? you are an idiot." the peony in the reflection replied nonchalantly
peony blinked twice "you ... you're n-not supposed to talkback!"
"yeah, well maybe I'm sick of listening to your problems, especially when they are so easy to fix..."
"Oh? I’ve been trying to puzzle out what my problem is for, like, forever, I'm sure what you thought up, it's not that simple!"
" - you know how everything ticks, except for ponies."
"What's to know about ponies? they're all inconsiderate, inarticulate, and invested in nothing but their own stupid little worlds."
Peony chuckled
"Yeah, that's the essence of it. And yet, sadly, you need to make them care."
"But what else can I do? I read every book I could get my-"
"If book smarts could do it alone, we wouldn't be having this chat, would we?"
"I suppose not."He sighed "well then, what do I do?"
"you tell me. What do you want to do?"
"I want to do things, I want to do great things! And I want ponies to notice what I do! Doesn't everybody? But I can’t so why even try?"
" what if i said you can accomplish anything you set your mind to?"
"Oh come on!" Peony groaned "what are you talking about! It's not - nothing's that simple."
" Anything is possible, All it takes is the effort and the time you are willing to put in to make it happen. and coin can sure speed it up."
peony scoffs “well you can forget about the coin ... alright, maybe you know what you're talking about... you might be onto something."
peony cocked his head to the side
"I learned from the best" he grinned
Peony shook his head. This was too surreal.
"Great, I'm hearing voices now..."
"Might as well, when no one else listens to you..."
“Well I’m trying to work on that! so what’s your plan, then, huh? If you're so smart? ”
“Ponies look up to leaders, so you must lead. and if you want to lead, you must learn to follow first. and to do that, you’re going to do what you do best, you’re going to learn. the lesson? what makes ponies tick. here’s what you're going to do-”
He walks over to his bed
“You like to problem solve? solve other ponies problems.”
“That's really none of my business...”
“Then make it your business.”
He tears a width of the bed sheet
“What are you doing?”
Peony walked back to the mirror and fashioned the white strip into a collar
“What? become a preacher? I-I don’t follow...”
“you want to learn what it takes to get ponies to listen? start listening.”
“So ... spread the good word, comfort ponies and they’ll listen?"
“Can you believe it’s that easy?”
“Who.. who are you?” peony asked the reflection
The reflection furrowed his brow in thought “Hmm, Call me your guardian angel, because I’m saving your life.”
Peony is taken by a fey mood!
Post by: Dsarker on June 13, 2012, 09:18:52 am
Jaxler was walking over to his workshop, which was a normal occurrence aside from the whole being a mare thing, which still made him feel uncomfortable in public. Everything aside from that was normal, except for the ‘pony’ he saw as he left his room. “Hay, there...”
Loose Screw was walkin’ through da corridor ta get to da mekanic’z shop, an’ dere, roit in fron’ of ‘im, was anudda of dose spikey-chicken poniez. ‘e ‘membered da little foal, she waz wunna da chicken poniez. Anyway, dat spikey-chicken ponie boy, dat wun said sumfin, so Loose Screw said “Wot’z up?”
Jaxler shrugged, this new ‘pony’ seemed flat. “Nothing, I’m just going to work, which is pretty boring, but then again i’d say you're a lot more ‘board’ than I am.”
“I resent dat accuzation,” Loose Screw sayz. “Oi’z a ponie boy, just like you.”
Jaxler shrugged. “Are you sure, I see no wings on you or a horn, and you don’t seem like a female.”
“I’z got da wingz ‘ere, just one moment...” Loose Screw puts on a pair of wings that appear to be rather...old. And smelly. “Dere, I’z got da wingz on.”
“And the Horn?”
“Nah, I don’t have wunna doze, dat gretchin waz only wunna da chicken-poniez...”
“Uh.... Well, then you aren’t a pony like me and are either wrong or lying.” Jaxler then gave the “Pony” a nasty look. “I don’t like when ‘ponies’ lie to me.”
“Nah, it’z not lyin’, it’z...uh, wot’z it called ‘gain...bendin’ da troof, dat’z wot it iz.”
Jaxler wanted to hit the lying son of a bitch, but hadn’t the desire to get in a fight with a ‘pony’ of such size. He didn’t know why Partisan wasn’t told that this ‘pony’ was here. “So, why do those wings look so ‘old’ and are smelly.”
“Uh...Coz da grot I took dem from wos old. Dat’z roit.”
“You took those wings from somepony? Why?” Jaxler was really wanting to kill the pony infront of him now, but wasn’t surprised by his acts due to his knowledge of such ‘ponies’.
“Cos da chicken pony wos bein’ a roit grot. Dat’z why.”
“How so?”
“Cos ‘e woz givin’ da littl’ chicken pony a roit bashin fer nuthin’. Dat’z ‘ow.”
Jaxler really didn’t have nearly as much malice toward the ‘pony’ in front of him after hearing that. “Well, then I understand. I don’t really get how somepony could do that to a foal.”
“Neiva did Oi, dat’z why I took ‘is wingz.” Loose Screw grins in a slightly evil manner. “An’ ‘iz cutie markie fing.”
“Well, surely you killed him as well. It would be cruel to do otherwise.”
“Nar, I stitched, har har har, up ‘iz woundz and dropped ‘im in da watch ‘ouse with a note fing.” The evil grin returns. “I don’t fink ‘e loiked dat, har har har.”
“Well, I understand why you did it, but I hope you don’t plan on doing that kind of stuff here in dawnpick.”
“Well, if I findz wunna da spikey poniez doin’ it, I’z lookin’ fer wunna da hornz.”
“Well, none of the ponies here are particularly harsh toward foals.”
“Dat’z gud.”
“Is there anything else you’d dismember a pony over?”
“Well, if dey tried to kill me.”
“Okay, then... I guess I’ll be seeing you later then...” Jaxler then walked away. “Also get a better disguise.”
“Wot disguize?”
“Anyway, if you are wearing a disguise, I’d make it better.”
“Yer, if I wos.”
“Yeah... anyway, see you later.”
“Yer, see ya.”
Post by: Kryptid on June 13, 2012, 10:17:18 pm
Another day, another bit. Sarissa cracked her eyes as the sunlight poured in through her windows. Groaning in displeasure at the prospect of having to get up so early, she let out a sigh and brushed off the covers. Once she was up and dressed, she knew she’d feel better; it was always that initial temptation to reject further sleep that was so hard to overcome. Throwing off her covers, she rolled over and placed her hooves on the floor. The unicorn shifted her weight off of the bed and prepared to stand up...and failed. “Oof!” The wind was knocked out of her as she crashed into the cold floor below. “...what...the hay...?” Sarissa groaned at the unexpected event. Attempting to push herself upright, her forelegs began to shake like gelatin until giving way a second time.
Thoroughly confused, the mare could feel that there was something very unusual about her legs this morning. Rolling onto her back and examining her forehooves, she couldn’t see anything different about them. She certainly didn’t feel weak. Pushing her hooves together to make sure her strength was indeed normal, her eyes grew wide as her legs began to bend in the middle as if they were made of rubber. Strangely, the flexing bones didn’t hurt. “Oh great, is this some other side effect of my magic experiments?!” Sarissa knew she had to see a doctor, but getting there was going to be difficult. This would also be one of the few times she had gone outside with nothing other than her night clothes on. Telekinetically unlatching the door, she began to slowly drag herself along the ground. She hoped that no other pony would see her in such a decrepit state.
Moral was walking down the apartment complex halls. He had a book levitated in front of him, on the page was a convoluted mess words and a strange circle with odd symbols around it all of which were burnt into the page. What he was doing was anypony’s guess but he was clearly focusing hard. Then suddenly the page was ripped off with magic and dropped to the ground. “Buck preservation of energ-” Moral’s forehoof touched something that seemed rubbery and alien. He looked down to see a familiar pony on the ground. “Oh... I knew you weren’t exactly skinny, but I never expected you to be this gelatinous, dear Sarissa.”
How unfortunate that Moral had managed to walk around the corner and right into the prone militia pony. She was not impressed with his ‘joke’, “Oh...shut your yap!” Why did ‘brainy boy’ here have to be the one to see me? Sarissa continued to struggle to pull herself forward, moving only about a foot forward with each strained effort.
“quite... are you experiencing a heart attack or something? weakness and crawling on the floor are symptoms of such an ailment.” Moral then prodded the prone pony with his forehoof, and then again, and then again. “God, this shockingly entertaining.”
“He-heart attack?! I...no! I don’t know what the problem is! My legs won’t hold me up for some reason!” Her eyes narrow as she growls at his poking, “and keep your hooves to yourself, Moral! When I get back to normal, you’re not gonna want to be screwing with me!” Sarissa continues to drag herself forward, making progress ever-so-slowly.
“OH, Sorry, I was entranced for a moment.” He then stopped poking the downed pony. “Where exactly are you going anyway? The large pony then gave her a superficial stare. “At this rate you will have expired to old age before you have even reached the end of this hall.”
“...the hospital. Maybe Panacea or Chestnut know what’s wrong.” She struggled some more, “Oooh, by all means just stand there and stare at me instead of actually being helpful or anything!” Sarissa stated with sarcasm as she rolled her eyes.
“You do realize that picking up a defenseless mare and carrying her away from her room, may come off overly creepy?” Moral then sighed, “But if you’d honestly prefer I could carry you off to the hospital.”
The floor-bound pony wrinkled her nose, “I am not defenseless! I just need a little...help...” Sarissa didn’t like having to rely on others, especially for something so simple as transportation. “As much as I’d rather you didn’t, I think you can see what a pickle I’m in. I’d much rather go ahead and get there quickly instead of having everypony gawking at me wondering what the hay I’m doing crawling around.” She swallowed her pride, “Yes...I’d like you to take me...”
Moral then sighed again struggled to place Sarissa on his back. “If you’d prefer nopony see you and I, I can fly you there. Nopony would really see us if I went to a high enough altitude.”
The thought of that worried her a bit. If he was off his nut, as she suspected he was, might he drop her? She held on more tightly with her bendy legs, “You sure you ain’t gonna drop me or anything?”
Moral turned his head around and gave the pony an irritated glare. “You offend me. Do you honestly believe I’d be so Sadistic as to bring you to the heavens only to realise you and let you fall endlessly as your very life flashes before you right before your gelatinous body makes an even more gelatinous puddle of mush on the ground and creating an unruly splat?”
Turning her gaze away from him, Sarissa answered, “That’s not what I meant...I, ugh...nevermind. Just...go ahead and fly me there...” Closing her eyes, she prepared herself for flighty. The copper pony hoped that Moral actually was trustworthy.
Moral started to pick hover off the ground. “you might want to hold on tight, I’ve gotten a bit rusty at this.” Moral then started to fly up higher and higher until they were above the cloud cover.
Never once did Sarissa open her eyes during the flight. In addition to holding on with her less-than-dependable limbs, she also locked a telekinetic grip onto Moral’s body. Even if he did some crazy loop-de-loops or something, she’d still stay secured. Hopefully.
“Feel free to open your eyes, the view is spectacular.” How moral knew Sarissa’s eyes were closed was a mystery.
“That’s...okay. I’d prefer not to know just how far I’d have to fall if I lost my grip...” Keep your mind off of it, Sarissa. Think happy thoughts. This most certainly wasn’t something she was expecting to do today. Hopefully, this would be resolved soon and she could get back to her duties as a soldier.
Moral Sighed, the pony on his back clearly didn’t like this, and probably was afraid of heights. his horn then started to glow, as Moral used his telekinesis to grip Sarissa onto his back. “Really, it’s that horrid up here.”
Giving into temptation, the green-eyed mare cracked an eye. The ground was very far below them. They were flying quite a ways above even the buildings. Sarissa quickly closed her eye again, “I’d...be able to enjoy the view better if I knew my life wasn’t in danger...” Her last sentence came out weakly.
“Do I look like the kind of pony who would try to assault another?” Moral looked down and saw the hospital, and started to descend.
“You might not drop me on purpose, but mistakes can happen! How many ponies have you carried into the sky before anyway?!” Her pounding heart begins to slow as she feels that the pair are lowering in altitude.
Moral continues to lower his altitude. “Well, in case you haven't noticed yet, both our magic is keeping you safely located my back. If I did several barrel rolls at top speed, you’d still be on my back, given the amount of magic you have currently being forced on your body.”
“...let’s not tempt fate. Are we almost there? How close are we to the ground now?” Sarissa tried to hear for any sounds that might tell her that they are near some pony-related activities, and therefore close to touchdown. The wind in her ears prevents this, however.
Moral rolled his eyes and gave another sigh. “Yes... actually, we’re already on the surface of the earth... So stop having another heart attack and please calm yourself.”
She let out a sigh of relief, quickly followed by a quick scan of the area to see if any other ponies were around. It seemed that she was lucky as there were none. “I’m not having a heart attack, remember...? Let’s...just see if anypony is in...”
Moral rolled his eyes and knocked on the door. “Are you sure? Ponies of your weight range are prone to such attacks of the heart.”
“Shut up about my weight! I happen to be in great cardiovascular health!” Sarissa snapped back.
The door cracked open, revealing a brass-eyed unicorn. Her eyes immediately went to the rather limp pony laying across Moral’s back. “Oh no...what’s happened now?” She knew that Sarissa had an accident with magic earlier, not to mention that her occupation was rather hazardous.
“Oh, Well, I found Sarissa crawling across the hallway. Apparently she’s gone all gelatinous. Anyway, I swept her off her hooves and took her here.”
“...gelatinous?” Chestnut cautiously inquired. Another bizarre ailment. Could this have been caused by the same plant? She gives a quick look over to Granite and then back to Moral, “Bring her in here and set her on the bed if you would, please.”
A blue-eyed statue stares intently at the ponies gathered around the hospital. He returns Chestnut’s glance and returns to being a statue.
Moral carried the pony on his back over to a bed and laid her on it.
“I’m not ‘gelatinous’...there’s just something weird going on with my bones...” the copper unicorn grumbles as she lays nigh-helpless on the sheets.
Chestnut examines one of Sarissa’s forelegs. True to her word, it seems unusually flexible and bends at the most unusual of angles. “I’ve never seen anything like this before.” The doctor thinks for a moment, “Sarissa, this may seem like an odd question, but were you present when Jaxler burned some unusual plants yesterday?”
Her mind turned back a day, “I...do remember seeing several ponies gathered around a fire in the distance outside of Dawnpick. I was out patrolling the border at the time. What’s that got to do with anything?”
The pink unicorn motions to Granite, “Why don’t you explain things to Sarissa? I still need to monitor the chemical brew...” Chesnut figures that Sarissa’s condition is relatively benign, so she goes back to stirring the concoction of dissolved horse hair.
“Wait, you're telling me that statute over yonder is Granite? Why that’s just hilarious, the fatty gets turned to gelatin and Granite gets transmuted into stone!” Moral then started to laugh a little. “God, I’m lucky I’m not you, you lowly sods.”
The statue stared blankly at Moral, completely motionless, almost to the point of it being slightly creepy.
“What are you looking at, statue boy? Sticks and stone, am I right? Well, that might not apply seeing how you are stone...”
The statue continues to stare at Moral. Still motionless, still silent, still staring...
“Wait a minute...what...I...am I dreaming or something?” Sarissa inquires in confusion, “That’s Granite? I’m rubbery...and something about burning plants caused this? If I had fingers, I’d pinch myself...”
Chestnut continues to stir, “I’m afraid so. There were some blue plants with magical properties found outside the fort. Jaxler and Granite have been affected by them...and apparently now you. I’m afraid to guess at how many others have succumbed to its effects. Burning them released magical smoke into the air. I imagine you must have caught a lung-full of it yesterday.”
“Wait... are the effects of this temporary?”
The real Granite walks into the room with something on his back and stands next to his statue. “These effects best be temporary! I’m getting tired of making these statues, I mean that’s all I can do being a lumbering golem!” He places another statue down, adjacent to the other one. “Damn... I should probably paint these, they’d make pretty decent decoys...”
Sarissa sat silently for a moment, trying to sort things out in her mind, “...I think I’m going to lay down for a moment. Wake me up when reality makes sense again...”
“Oh, hush up sarissa, just in case you're wondering you’re not going insane, trust me, I know what i’m talking about...” Moral then diverted his glance to Chestnut. “AND for the love of god, please inform me if this is temporary?”
Pouring another vial of clear liquid into the solution, Chestnut answers him, “I wouldn’t be too worried, Moral. According to Stiletto, the effects should wear off eventually.” She stops her work for a second, “...have you been affected as well? What kind of ailment has it afflicted you with?”
“Well, as you can clearly see, I’m more sane than usually, now aren’t I! I’m usually a bucking loony. Now, this happens days after that fire so guess what? I only get my mind back for a short period of time!”
Still laying with her face to the wall, Sarissa complains, “Well that’s not fair...why did that plant give you an improvement when I can’t even walk?!” The mare growls and ‘punches’ the wall, “I can’t fight like this! What if we get attacked before I get better?!”
“No need to get worked up; I’m attempting to develop a cure as we speak,” Chestnut replies. She wasn’t particularly confident in her ability to complete her task, unfortunately. If she was lucky, she might be able to develop a vaccine. That wouldn’t help the ponies that were already affected, however.
“When you say attempt, what’s the chance that it will be a successful attempt?” Granite asked.
“...I’ll be honest with you, I feel like I’m firing shots in the dark here,” Chestnut gives an apologetic smile, trying not to seem worried. “I’ve never had to do something like this before. Even if I do fail, you shouldn’t worry too much since the ailment will pass in time.”
“Bucking HELL, You're telling me that I’ll go back to being a mindless foal brained moron with an IQ low enough to make Arbalest look like a mastermind!”
“Well...I’m sorry, Moral...but you’ve managed before, right?” The chubby doctor was feeling a bit overwhelmed by all of the pressure coming from her patients. “...can you guys excuse me for a moment? I need to go get Panacea’s opinion on something...” She trots over to the door, opening it with golden magic. “Everypony, please do try to keep a level head in my absence, mkay?” Chestnut smiles to help lift their moods before closing the door behind her.
“I’m bucking leaving you lot, I have to go freaking re-idiot proof my house again...”
Just before Moral leaves, Sarissa speaks up, “Hey, Moral?” She pauses for a second, “Thanks...for bringing me here...” It was a little hard for her to say that, but it wasn’t often that other ponies did favors for her.
“Well, thanks for putting up with my rantings about heart attacks.” Moral then proceeded out the door.
“What a heart-felt moment, isn’t that right Granite number three?” Granite asks. He moves the statue back and forth slightly to simulate it talking. “Mm, yes indeed, original Granite, you’re sooo funny!” Granite says for the statue. He stops himself and realizes something. “God, I’m so lame sometimes...”
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And a bonus:
Spoiler (click to show/hide)
Jaxler made a typo that I thought had funny potential.
Post by: Psalms01 on June 14, 2012, 11:09:29 pm
(( Why another Stiletto ))
Jaxler had something he felt like he needed to do that he had been putting off for a while. Amor’s apprentice apparently had a few issues and Jaxler really wished he could help, though he really didn’t know how. So, he figured he’d go talk with Amber and try to figure out what exactly the problem was, though he was pretty sure it had to do with her horn missing. Right now he was already outside Amber’s door, and began to knock on it.
Amber was lying on her bed, popping strawberries one after another into her maw. Devouring the lumpy red fruits, almost forgetting to gulp down the white and red mush. Also setting on the bed with her was a foal book, she was literate, just that the pictures made it more engaging for her. A poorly timed knock at her door and a whole strawberry becomes wedged in her throat; she begins to choke as she leaves her bed, dropping her book and stumbles to the door. Not again, please not again She thinks in her mortality induced panic, making the choking far more grave then it was.
Jaxler was waiting outside, feeling a bit irritated by the lack of reply when suddenly he heard what appeared to be choking coming from the other side of the door. Jaxler tried to open up the door, but it was locked. The choking got louder and Jaxler wasn’t going to let somepony die. So the Alicorn rammed his forehooves into the door breaking it in, only to find Amber choking. He walked over and tried his best to do the hindlick maneuver, which he still remembered from his days in the guard.
The Unicorn’s eyesight was dimming and if it could be seen the coronet band of her hoof was turning purple. Lying on the ground, Amber was giving into her fate, but a part of her kept fighting. The apartment door comes down, broken in two widthwise from an Alicorn mare that was unrecognizable to the younger mare. Not another Stiletto. The thought crosses Amber’s mind as she is hefted up in Jaxlerette’s forelegs and then comes the compresses. The strawberry was ejected out of her mouth; evidence was present on the fruit of where it was compressed by Amber’s throat when it closed up during her anxiety attack. Dropping from the grip, she kicks the sweet treat into the hall, along with tossing the wooden bowl full of the death crop. The mare then rushes to a corner of the room, shaking and mumbling incoherently, still coughing.
Jaxler was shocked to see that his maneuver worked and that Amber was alive, but was even more shocked to see her over in the corner of the room shaking. He hadn’t the slightest idea what to do and even felt a bit awkward doing anything, but figured he should try to do what Marilee would do in this situation. Jaxler sighed and walked over to the traumatized mare and tried to give her a hug.
The preach mane mare unwillingly accepts the embrace from the foreign mare. She continues to mumble, but audible and coherently; “what god did I piss-off, some sin of mine or that of my parents? I know it is their fault, this is all their fault… for bringing me into this world.” Her voice trembled and she begun to weep, she noticed the lack of a door, the mare struggled in vain to hide herself in the Alicorn.
Jaxler continued to hug the mare. He didn’t know what to say, but he forced out what he honestly believed. “There are no gods, and it’s not your fault.”
The mare asks; “then whose fault is it, why does this world hate me so much? I make one mistake and lose mine and Cross Stitch’s horn. Then a dragon gets in with no effort and now my food is trying to kill me.” The Unicorn shivers in waves and blubbers.
“I can’t answer that question, but it’s worth knowing that someponies have gone through worse then you have.” Jaxler continues to hug the mare, hoping that she will come to her senses. “Please, just calm down.”
Amber continued coming down from her panic attack. “Another pony has gone through worse, who?” Her voice comes out quivering.
“Somepony who has lost his family, ethnicity, homeland, pride, and value to the society he wants to defend. I know of somepony, whose only wish is to keep the ponies he cares about from losing what he did, and is slowly drinking away his ability to do so. He is a living shell of his former self, and can’t even keep that which he loves safe, and is slowly tormenting himself over his self destruction.” Jaxler then sighs. “And no god is willing to help.”
The younger mare sets there mulling over the Alicorn’s words for a long few minutes and gets up. “Get off… please.” Amber loudly commands, but feels a pinch in her chest, which makes her sound more pleading. “I’m fine… now; no more of that Deuch-mare-er seduction or whatever that was.” She walks over to her broken door and sighs. “Just leave, I don’t need you, I don’t need anypony.” She begins to trail off at the end.
“So, you’re saying that breaking your damn door in and and finding you on the ground choking to death was my way of putting the moves on sompony? I’m not a deuchminer or however the buck you call it. I’m not here to seduce you, for I already have a bucking mare friend, and don’t you dare say, that helping a bucking crying filly was a bad thing!” Said Jaxler as he backed off the irate pony in front of him.
“No, it was my way of telling you off, just that I’m confused and uncomfortable. I just want to be left alone.” She says as she prods the wrecked door with her fore-hoof. Amber looks over to the mare and looks back at the door. “Sorry, just, I want to be left alone.” She says, proceeding out the doorway and towards the dining hall.
“You don’t know who I am or who I was talking about earlier do you?” Jaxler sighed and didn’t leave the room. “You know, being alone is the same as being dead.”
Continuing to walk on, but hearing what Jaxler said, Amber whispers; “some of us prefer to be alone.” And some of us prefer to be dead.
Jaxler continued after Amber. “You do Realize that pony I was talking about was myself, I’m Jaxler, and that I got turned into a mare just this weekend.” Jaxler then sighed. “You doing this to yourself is not only hurting yourself, but it’s hurting others as well.”
Amber gives the other mare a confusing scorn, but realizes who it was she had the displeasure of owning her life to. “Oh great, I owe my life to a drunk. Are you no different, why don’t you get your life settled and then work on other’s problems. Jaxler is not going to help no-pony until he solves his own problems.” The mare nearly shouts as she builds her pace into a trot.
“Before you leave, I bare warning. You can still bucking save yourself, you have bucking hope. I can tell you that you are not as doomed as I. I have no hope and if you keep this up you’ll be a husk damned by god to wait for the sweet inevitable end, just like me.”
Rolling her eyes, Amber continues on and even begins to canter. Why can’t this bitch take a hint?
“For the love of god, I give you the bucking wisdom of a freaking lifetime and you walk away from it? YOU'RE BEING BUCKING SELFISH! Your hurting your family. You're hurting somepony I care about. And you're hurting bucking me in bucking process .”
The mason-mare puts on the brakes, breaking up the rough shale roads under her hooves making treadmarks. “And what makes you able to care, what makes you different, I’m not bucking special and I make mistakes. Why do I have to keep living them, over and over again, they are never going to go away. So just leave me alone.” She yells at Jaxler.
“Then congratulations, you're me at age 8.”
Cringing, the ears of the copper colored mare slump to the sides of her head and she huffs in a manner similar to her master. “Please, leave me be, I got this.” She says as she walks for the stone doors of the legendary hall.
Jaxler sighed and walked away. He thought he had only done harm, but now he might as well go drinking. “you don’t have to go it alone...” and walked off.
Amber ‘considers spending time alone much more important than associating with others.’ She walks into the hall and trys and gorge herself, but can only find the drive to drink. Why should I listen to a drunk for? I have a grip on this. She thinks as she looks over to her bowl of celery and gags.
Post by: Omicega on June 15, 2012, 04:30:17 pm
Post by: KingStrongbeard on June 15, 2012, 04:40:03 pm
((A few days after the previous scene.))
Balisong sat on the top of the keep. A number of small objects in front of her. While Moral’s teaching had helped her, she still couldn’t match the raw power of her brothers magic, but she thought, with practice, she might be able to gain greater control over her lesser power, than her less patient brother. As she began to concentrate she lifted a small rock, and there it was again, that humming sound, why did her magic always make that sound, she wondered, her daddy’s didn’t, nor did her grandpa’s. She then while still holding the rock, she began to levitate her mother’s hair brush that she had
The young alicorn then began to cause the objects to move in a circle around her, keeping them all equidistant from her and from each other as they orbit around her. However as she does this the sound becomes less of a consistent hum and more chaotic, like plucking at the stings of an instrument randomly without any sort of rhyme or reason. As she tried to block out the sound and focus on her magic, it only grew louder and more difficult to ignore as the items sped up.
She let out a frustrated shout and dropped the items to the ground. She begins to examine the threads of fate surrounding her. “Why threads! Why do you make this noise!” she shouts at the world as she feels the threads around her. “Its...its like your a...an...instrument.” and with that thought Balisong had an epiphany, “Father was wrong! You aren’t like the threads of a grand tapestry. You...You are like the the stings of a grand instrument! Magic is more like playing music than weaving cloth. I wonder...I wonder if I can...”
Balisong begins to focus on the strings of the world around her and with a few gentle plucks creates sounds quite similar to the ones her harp makes. That’s amazing! I can’t believe that worked. I wonder... The filly next tries several different methods of plucking and striking and vibrating the strings of fate to create several different sounds. Her experimentation would have sounded like noise, had anypony been around to hear it, but to her each new sound effect was another possible note she could play.
Within the hour she was already playing a simple melody with nothing but her magic. The music was less complex than that which she could play with an instrument, but all the same the young filly’s heart soared, she was so happy and excited about this new found ability that she didn’t even notice the small flash of light and the G-clef mark that appeared upon her flank.
In her excitement she bounced up to her hooves and decided she needed to show her new skill to her brother right away. She half ran, half flew down the stairs to their new home in the keep. When she arrived she found that Falchion was not alone, but was with Friesden.
“Hello Balisong,” Friesden says as she comes into the room.
"Hi Bali!" pipes up Falchion, smiling at his sister's obvious happiness.
Balisong appears to be very excited, she is smiling wider than either pony can remember seeing her smile before. “Falchi! I learned how to do something really neat with my magic! I wanted to show you first.”
"Well, go on then, Bali, don't keep me waiting!" exclaims Falchion.
Balisong begins to focus, her horn glows with cerulean light. Suddenly, seeming to come from Balisong herself, begins a simple but pretty melody. It sounded as if she was playing her harp, but she was clearly not using an instrument of any kind.
Friesden smiles at the music, quietly enjoying it.
After a moment Balisong stops her song and smiles at her brother and aunt, “Um...so...what do you think?” she asks.
As the music finishes, Friesden claps her hooves together for her niece. “That was superb!” she says, enthusiastically.
Balisong takes a step closer to Friesden, “You...really liked it? It sounded okay? I could have done better with my harp but...”
“Bali?” pipes up Falchion, all of a sudden. “You have-” he gestures with a hoof, cutting himself off. He wears a shocked expression on his face, though he smiles broadly.
Balisong turns, “I have a what?” she says before she looks to where her brother was pointing and notices the G-clef cutie mark on her side. Balisong smiles wide and with much joy says, “I have a cutie mark!” before bouncing into the air, her wings fluttering to keep her airborn. “I have to go show dad!” she says before bouncing out the door as quick as she arrived.
“Well,” says Friesden with a smile, “she seems to be happy, at least.”
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((A LONG time later, during the Poison Joke Disaster.))
Moral was stressed out of his mind. He only had a little bit of time before his mind got broken again, but he had right now, and only now to get some work done. The sane alicorn was sitting at his table, which now was covered in beakers and veils, and an endless number of books that he had filled with strange circles and all sorts of odd signs and glyphs and a small chalk board in the center. “Buck buck buck... SCREW it. I need some damn cave spider venom, how on bucking earth do I obtain it!” Moral then sighed and tried to calm down. “Bloody hell, why is this so hard!” Moral was so stressed he hadn’t noticed that his door was wide open.
Meanwhile Balisong makes her way down the hall and passes Moral’s open door. She looks inside and sees that the Grand Master is quite obviously stressed about something. “Master Moral?” she speaks, “Are you alright?”
Moral was visibly startled to hear the pony walk ask him a question. “Oh, Balisong, um.. I’m fine, I think? Do you know where one might obtain a gas mask and an organic poison?”
When Moral turns to see the filly he notices that she has grown a bit since he last saw her, she is still small for an alicorn, but is nearly as large as a normal pony by now. Also, she has gotten her cutie mark, a G-clef, since the last time he saw her.
Balisong scuffs her hoof on the floor, “A gas mask? I don’t think we have anything like that in Dawnpick...” she replies, “And why do you need poison?”
“Oh, !!Science!!... Basically I need to come up with something while I’m still sane if I want to keep getting money...” Moral then looked over to one of the books he had laid out. “Basically, I got an idea. What if I could take the effects of poison, like lets say, cave spider venom, and somehow create a gas that has the same effects as the poison.”
Balisong grimaces, but moves inside of Moral’s room, approaching the table, “That...That sounds horrible! That could hurt a lot of ponies. What would you want something like that for?”
Moral sighed, “Well Bali, yes it could hurt ponies, but you have to understand, a lot of drugs used in medicine are indeed poison. This could help the field of medicine and it’s not like poisonous gas hasn’t already been discovered. Also I still get payment if I send a report saying I tried something but the results showed no success, so long as it furthers the general knowledge on transmutation of poison.”
Balisong looks confused, “But how would making gas help the medical field? Medicinal drugs have to have carefully measured does, filling a room with a gas of a drug sounds like it would always be a bad idea, and a good way to overdose somepony.”
“Yes, but lets say you don’t have much of the drug you're turning into gas, this could make it more potent or milder depending on the drug, but regardless of its uses in the medical field, given it has any use at all, I still get some pyromancy research done.”
Balisong nods slowly and hesitantly, she did not fully agree, but did not want to argue the fact. Then something clicked for her, Moral was speaking perfectly sanely, but he wasn’t looking at a candle or any flame at all. “Master Moral! You...you aren’t looking at any fire!?”
“Yes, yes, but for a limited time only, which is why I’m required to get this reserch done now. I know as a fact that my mind will break again, and it’s not a matter of if, but when.”
Balisong then asks, “But...why? What happened to fix your mind, even if only for a time.”
“Apparently something called poison joke, and I’ve been played for a fool.” Moral sighed and backed away from the table. He really needed to get some research done, but he was in no position to continue working. “Anyway, all I can do is wait, and pray my mind doesn’t fail on me... I see you got your cutie mark, what’s it for?”
Balisong smiles, “It’s for this.” and with those words Balisong’s eyes close and her horn begins to glow with cerulean light. After a moment, Moral hears the sounds of a harp being played seeming to come from all around him. Then more sounds begin to chime in until Moral felt like he was sitting in the middle of four or five ponies all playing music together.
Moral smiled at the sound, actually starting to feel better now that the music was playing around him. He actually started to smile. “That’s just sublime, I don’t think I’ve ever heard such an amazing tune.”
Balisong ends her song and re-opens her eyes beaming widely. “Thank you Moral. I discovered how to make sounds by vibrating the strings of fate while I was practicing my levitation...and once I had some practice I found I could make music with them. At first I could only do a simple melody, but I’ve been practicing a lot since then, and well, now I can do what you just heard.”
“Well, that was simply lovely, I’m honestly amazed.” Moral walked over to Balisong and gave her a hug.
Balisong returns the hug briefly. “Thanks...um, would you like me to leave now so that you can get back to your work?”
“I can’t do anything without any poison and a gas mask so I have some free time.” Moral then sighed. “God, you’ve gotten bigger.”
Balisong backs out of the hug. “Yeah, I’m almost as tall as mom now, and dad says I’ll get even taller before I’m done.” She doesn’t sound as happy about that prospect as one might think.
“Your tone seems depressed. Are you not thrilled about being bigger than everypony else?” asked Moral
“Well, I...I don’t want to be taller than most everypony. It must be hard to go unnoticed when you stick out like that. You’re an alicorn too Moral, surely you understand. You can’t go anywhere without drawing attention.”
“I scarcely believe that is- erm... was a bad thing, back in the capital I could walk into to anywhere with my fine cap and robe and instantly get respect. Heads turned, when I came in. Size equals stature, respect and admiration, dear Balisong.”
Balisong hangs her head, “I...I wouldn’t want everypony to be looking at me.”
“Why not?”
Balisong looks uncomfortable, "I...I don't know why. I just don't like being the center of attention, and I don't like talking to ponies I don't already know. Doesn't matter who or what they are either. When...when I first met Kit, I hid behind my grandfather, and she is the sweetest, most harmless looking pony I know of.”
“Yeah... Well, I guess I understand, though I guess I never was the shy type.”
Balisong walks over to the table and looks at all the books laid out on it. “I didn’t know you brought so many books with you. Are they all on pyromancy?” she asks trying to change the subject off of her.
“Well, no, they’re on alchemy but they help with pyromancy” Moral then walked over to his table.
“Alchemy? Where did you get them? From the Zebras? They have a lot of skilled alchemists I’ve been told.” she continued her inquiry.
“No, I got them back in Coupledye.” The giant pony then started to flip through the pages. “Also, zebras aren’t the only creatures who are can accomplish alchemy.”
Balisong thinks, “You know. If you need the money. I don’t think my grandfather has any alchemy books in his library. He has books on history, philosophy, magic, mathematics, poetry, and works of fiction, but I don’t think any alchemy books. He would probably buy these from you if you wanted to sell them.”
“I’m not in a position to sell my reference work. How could I make any money if I had nothing to help my research.” Moral then looked at his books, they were slightly worn, and by all means of the highest quality aside from the wear of overuse.
Balisong nods, “Well then that is your choice...but will you be able to do research at all once...once you go back to how you were?”
“No...”
“...Well then maybe you should think about it, unless you think you can keep yourself sane for longer. That poison joke stuff...could you find more? Could it help keep your mind together?”
“The books say it changes the joke every time... I... I don’t want to lose my sanity again...”
Balisong looks Moral in the face, “You know...that plant must be working some kind of magic on you. If a unicorn pony who knew a lot about magic looked at you...they might be able to determine what it is doing and either make it stay that way or be able to redo the enchantment if it starts to fail. Instead of wasting your time working on ways to kill ponies...maybe you should look for a way to extend the time you have.”
“Oh, the bucking hell.” Moral walked over and took a seat on of his chairs. “Honestly, I doubt a lowly sod like myself could ever extend this, and even then it might be best that I don’t get my mind back. This mark on my flank has already branded me as a demonic, slayer of ponies.” Moral then rested his head on his hoof, and looking rather depressed.
Balisong walks over to Moral and places a forehoof on his foreleg. “I don’t know what you did before you came to Dawnpick Moral, but you have been nothing but kind since you came here, (with one notable exception that Balisong decides it best not to mention.) you aren’t a bad pony, at least not anymore. But I didn’t mean that you could fix it alone. You aren’t the only learned magical pony here. There are many unicorns in Dawnpick that might be able to help with this.”
“Please, just leave...”
Balisong nods, “Okay...if that’s really what you want.” Balisong turns and exits. Before closing the door behind her she says one last thing, “I’m sorry if I said something wrong Moral...Goodbye.” and she leaves down the hall in the direction she was originally going.
Moral sighes as Balisong leaves the door. “Sometimes I’d prefer I was the idiot.”
Post by: Maklak on June 16, 2012, 12:48:43 am
(( Late Moonstone, 261 ))
(( For reference: 24th Timber, 261 -- Incident with Kit in the caverns; 19th Moonstone, 261 -- Kit gets out of the hospital. This is all months before Jaxler's arrest. ))
After finishing the training session with his squad, Indigo went to his room, left his armour and weapons to clean them later, washed himself by the well, fetched a bucket of water to his room and went to the dining room to eat dinner. Amor was in the caverns, so he didn't really have anypony to talk to, but at least Moonstone would soon be over and he could move back to doing civilian jobs, which he preferred. Surprisingly he wouldn't get a shift working as a mason any time soon, but there were always plenty of things to do around Dawnpick. He grabbed some food and took a seat in the dining hall, which was beginning to empty. He listens to rumours while eating, but the ponies around him aren't very informative. Well, at least nothing bad seems to be going on.
Kit is even more cheerful and happy than usual. She was let out of the hospital recently, and finally could come to eat some food in the dining hall again and drink something other than just plain water. Normally she would be with Kat or somepony else for dinner, but today it seems that every other pony is busy, so she came alone. It is before her shift, so she wears her white dress instead of guard uniform. As she enters, a familiar blue pony catches her attention. “Hi Indigo!” she chirps.
Hearing his name, Indigo rises his head. He recognises Kat... no Kit and returns her greeting. “Hello. It is good to see you got better.”
“Thanks! It's good to get better again.” Kit says cheerfully. “Mind if I sit too?” she asks, wanting to sit with another pony rather than eating alone.
Well, I might as well talk to her... even if she is Kat's sister. Indigo slowly nods. “Sit where you want.” he frowns and opens his mouth to add something, but shuts it again and silently continues his meal instead.
Kit beams up and says. “Alright, I'll be back soon!” She walks away to grab some food. Soon enough, she returns with a tray, puts it down on the other side of the table, opposite from Indigo and sits down. She gives him a friendly smile, then asks “So, how are you?” before beginning to eat, not wanting to endure an awkward silence.
She is just like her sister. Playing nice. “I'm fine. A bit sore and tired, but nothing a good night's sleep won't remedy. And how are you? You got out of the hospital, which is good, but how is your hoof?” asks Indigo, looking at her.
Kit beams up even more, swallowing before replying “I feel great! I will be spending time with my sister again, and my hoof is surprisingly well, actually. When I saw it crushed in the Cavern, I was sure I'd limp for the rest of my life, but it healed just fine. I'm just glad I didn't get an infection or something. Those are nasty.”
Indigo nods. “That's good to hear. I did what I could to prevent an infection and Panacea is a pretty amazing healer. Just don't get separated from your squad in the future. Alone you are much more vulnerable than in a group. If you hear or see something strange, report it, rather than wander off to investigate. If you ever get lost again, there may not be a squad of soldiers around to help you.”
Kit nods, smiling. “Mm-hmm. Yeah, I've learnt my lesson. It's just that, I wanted to try and be brave.. like my sister, you know?”
Indigo stops eating and gives her a hard look. “This is not about being brave. This is about completing your mission with everypony going home. We move as a group, which gives us an advantage, even against bigger and stronger enemies. It is one of the first things I taught to my squad.” Or tried to teach them in any case. “Is this why you joined the guard? To seek glory for yourself? By putting yourself at risk, you put others at risk as well.” Indigo sighs and looks back at his plate.
Kit sighs and frowns slightly, looking down. “No.. I joined the guards because I wanted to help my sister work, so she won't have to work so much, and to be of some help when it's time to fight. I don't want to be stuck in a position, where I can't do anything at all for her when she's out there risking her neck for everypony.”
Indigo looks at Kit and frowns. “I was wondering, why somepony cheerful like you would want to join the guard. You must be really fond of your sister. You... you realise of course, that your choice of job means you may have to kill to protect this town or be close to a fight where somepony dies. Have you thought this through? Are you willing to do it, if you have to?”
Kit nods, and saddens a bit. “I understand... and to be honest, it sickened me at first. Talking to Jaxler about it didn't help either. Not when we were shooting Diamond dogs. To think they too have their own family to feed, their pups waiting for them to return with some junk of ours that could be traded for food so they can survive another day. To know that we ended their lives for it... It really sickens me, you know.” She sighs, but smiles back up in a 'give your problem a smile' manner. “But as Kat has taught me, it's a harsh world. The Sisters might wish for us to all get along and make a paradise down here, but now it's either us or the Diamond Dogs. And I'd be willing to kill anything or anypony that wish my sister harm.” Kit finishes, nodding confidently. “It's the least I can do for her for all she's done for me.”
They do? Well, it makes sense, but how would Jaxler know this, if he isn't working with our enemies? And why is she smiling, when she talks about death and makes threats? “Well, yes. I suspect the Diamond Dogs are drafted or otherwise sent here as some kind of trial, but I prefer not to think about it. They fight ferociously and kill us all the same, given the chance.” Indigo sighs. “So, your sister is the reason you joined the guard? To be closer to her? Protect her? Follow her hoofsteps perhaps?”
Kit nods. “Mm-hmm, she has always protected me when we were young fillies and she still does, even to this day. I want to return the favour, and getting to spend more time with her is a bonus; she's my everything you know?” Kit chirps, smiling happily again. “And, I wouldn't mind following her hoofsteps. She's an amazing mare. I don't think I can ever be like her... But I can still try.”
Indigo looks at Kit. “You can try, but if that's all you do, you will always live in her shadow. Always a few steps behind her, always lesser. If this is truly what you want, then go for it, but you are not your sister. Everypony is different, even siblings. Have you ever thought that by trying to mimic her, you are diminishing and limiting yourself?”
Kit just smiles a little more “Oh never, I know that I'm lesser than her, being her little sister and all, but I can still try to catch up with her. You know what I mean? I doubt I'll ever surpass her, but the more I stay with her, the more I learn and improve. I mean, I didn't even know how to shoot crossbows before I came here, or that it could be used as a hammer!”
She didn't understand, what I tried to tell her. Oh well, what did I expect. Indigo scratches his horn. “Well then, do what you will, but I have a warning for you. Whatever you do with your sister, stay away from that purple alicorn Stiletto. She is trouble.” He gives Kit a scrutinizing look, trying to gauge her reaction.
Kit raises an eyebrow questioningly “Stiletto? well, as much as I'm uncomfortable if I get too close to her, I fail to see why she's trouble.”
I'm relieved to hear that. There may be hope for you after all. “Stiletto doesn't respect our traditions or even common decency. She has several lovers, and there are always, always problems with that. She also corrupted Kat, who used to be my friend, and tried to use her against me. She bewitched Virtue to agree to anything she wants, and think Stiletto is the best of us. She calls her ideology 'love' and opposing it in any way 'jealousy'. We really would be better off without this self-righteous polygamist and filly-fondler staying and spreading corruption and debauchery in Dawnpick.” says Indigo, loudly and angrily. “Besides, when she went to the caverns to 'defend' us, she left the way into the mines open, so if she died fighting that monster inside the airlock, it would go after us next. Therefore she isn't as great as she thinks and can be a liability, even when 'helping'.”
Kit shrinks slightly at that, a little surprised at how loud and angry Indigo has gotten. “As long as Stiletto makes Kat happy and doesn't force her ways onto other ponies, I guess I don't mind it that much. Not that I'd want to join her or anything. It's just so... weird.” She says before taking another bite of her food.
Indigo stops eating and gives her a long look. “Well, it is good to hear, that you don't follow Kat in everything. And I suppose the less said about Stiletto, the better.” He sighs and looks back at his plate.
Kit nods and swallows her bit of food before continuing. “Well, what about you? You're quite a mysterious stallion and I don't think I know that much about you yet really. It would be nice to know you better.” She says, beaming a smile for him.
Indigo chuckles. “I've been called various things before, but mysterious isn't one of them. What would you like to know, then?” Of course it goes without saying, that I won't answer all of your questions.
Kit rubs her muzzle, having already finished her food and ponders what to ask. “Hmm... Well what is it that you really enjoy doing the most? Maybe something with somepony? Like, I enjoy picking flowers with my sister!” Kit asks, chirping happily.
“I enjoy dying clothes or thread. Some carpets were commissioned recently, so I help by making them more colourful. Apart from that, masonry or carving things out of stone isn't bad.” answers Indigo.
“Ah, So you like making things! I like making things too, especially metal ones, but I was never quite as good as my sister. I do enjoy trying to work metal into items, but it just doesn't always turn out great. I'm better at carving stuff out of stone, though” She chirps again, quite clearly enjoying the conversation. “And, what do you do in your free time to relax?”
Her sister knows anyway, so I might as well tell her. Indigo frowns. “Well, it is not exactly relaxing, but I walk around the town and watch stockpiles and workshops, trying to understand, how it all flows. It gives me a pretty good idea of what we have in warehouses, how fast some things can be made and what could be done to streamline the most important industries. I suppose, I double some of the work that Virtue does anyway, but it is quite interesting.”
Kit seems interested. “Ooh? Economic management?” she asks, wondering if it's the right word.
“I don't manage anything. Though I sometimes discuss my findings with Lady Virtue.” says Indigo, looking at Kit and frowning. Why would you want to know, anyway? You don't strike me as somepony interested in these things.
Kit nods again as she ponders once more “Mm... Well, It's great to know what you enjoy doing! But really, don't you like, relax at all? You look like somepony who could use it.”
Do I look tired? “What do you mean by 'relax'?” I don't think, I even want to know. “I get some breaks to lie in the grass and I sleep at night.” Indigo takes another bite of his food.
“You know? To rest and refresh yourself, so you'll be back happy and ready for work?” says Kit, doing a few hoof gestures “Like.. Just sitting under a tree enjoying the air and not really working for a little while.. or up in the clouds in the high cool sky. Maybe swimming in the river or just enjoying a really good meal?”
Indigo finds the idea of him sitting on a cloud pretty ridiculous and chuckles. “Oh, rest assured I get some more rest occasionally, but I do have a lot of duties and those always must come first. Swimming in the river would be dangerous though. Our first fisherpony, Brook, was ambushed by a bandit and died there. If you want to swim, get some kind of escort.” But then you have wings, so you should be fine anyway.
“Ahh.. I've heard of her..” Kit said, frowning slightly, but smiles back up again at the thought of making Indigo chuckle. “Hmm, say, Indigo? Do you mind if we spend some relaxing time together sometimes? Maybe more food like this? It's fun talking to you!”
“You know, I find your request strange. Hardly anypony finds talking to me to be 'fun'.” Indigo gives her a scrutinizing look. What do you really want? “Well, we can talk, there is no harm in that.” It keeps me informed about the events in the town. “So, is there anything that caught your attention recently? Or something, you'd just like to tell me about?”
Kit digs through her memories to find something worth mentioning.. “Hmm.. well, I haven't really heard much lately. But there's this something about Kat wanting to get married with Flux,”
Indigo grits his teeth. Marry. Ha, they are going to cheat on each other with Stiletto and who knows who else. “'This something'? I thought you knew your sister well, talked to her and cared enough to ask her, if it was true.”
“Yes, we talked about it. And I do know and care about my sister of course! It's just that.. you know? She's just not so sure about it. She told me, she'd want to marry Flux to be with him and declare their love, but she also doesn't want to upset Stiletto. I still really don't get what's with that, so I really can't have much say in it. Although if you ask me, I'd really prefer she just married Flux, so everypony can be happy.” Kit says with a little sigh.
I doubt, she would be loyal to Flux. “Happy? Happy marriage is often used an an ending for stories, but that is a misconception; it is a new beginning, needs constant work and can still go wrong. As for you, the only advice I can offer is: Stay out of this and let her decide what she wants for herself.” Indigo grits his teeth again and looks upset. You just had to bring Stiletto up, even after I told you the less said about her, the better.?
Kit nods in agreement. “Yeah, I probably should stay out of it... But she's still my sister and I just want her to be happy is all. Oh well, enough about that. What about you? Have you heard of anything interesting or has anything caught your attention lately?” Kit asks, changing the subject with a smile.
“Sometimes you just can't make ponies happy, or even agree to something.” Indigo sighs. “Things have been pretty slow lately, which is good. There were no more accidents or fights in the caverns, the walls are progressing, Autumn was struck by inspiration and there are going to be subsidised carpets for those living on the ground floor.”
Kit perks up slightly “Ooh? Do I get a carpet too? I'd like a carpet.”
Indigo shrugs “Yes, if you report it to Longshot, have a spare thousand bits and wait for about a year, after those on the ground floor, families and any important ponies get theirs.”
That makes Kit frown slightly. “Aww. I don't have that kind of money. Oh well.” She shrugs too. “Anyway, my shift will start soon. It's been nice talking with you Indigo! I wish we could talk again soon!” She says, getting up from her seat and picking up her plates.
“Alright then”. Indigo carries his empty dishes away and goes to his room. He doesn't mind talking to Kit much, but isn't looking forward to it either. She isn't all that interesting to him, at least not compared to Amor, who outsmarted or otherwise impressed him on several occasions. Indigo is also painfully aware of Kit being Kat's faithful sister and his trust is not easily won. Not anymore.
Kit leaves the dining hall pleased. She enjoyed getting to know Indigo a little better and upon talking to him, it turned out, he's not such a bad pony after all, although he might be brash and can say really harsh things. She can't help but feel a little sorry that he and her sister aren't friends anymore. Maybe she should go talk to her sister again and see what's up with that.
(( NOTE: They talk occasionally after this. Indigo is guarded in his relations with Kit, but doesn't mind her company much and gets nicer to her over time. He warms up to her more after she gets in a relationship with Fauchard. ))
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(( It took some work to get Indigo to not end the conversation with “I see” at some point. Just for the lolz, here is an older, bad, ending. ))
( After Indigo's rant on Stiletto: )
Kit frowns slightly as Indigo lets out his rant. “You know. this reminds me of back home. Ponies always say that Kat is trouble, that she is corrupting me for doing what we wanted... That I'm bewitched into agreeing in everything with her, that she's possessed for even wanting to fight or insane that she even considers defending us.” She says and looks down with a little sigh. “I thought, I wouldn't have to hear something like that again here. But I guess ponies are the same everywhere, no matter where you go and no matter how different things are. Why can't we just... ignore what we hate? to just... you know? Live and let live. It's useless to be angry and hating somepony just for how they are. I mean, I don't like that Stiletto, sure, but she makes my sister happy. So that's fine enough with me.”
“Oh, I don't mind her living. Preferably where she came from. She can take all her lovers with her, for all I care. But this is not her land. It is ours. Yet she comes here and spreads her ideology as if she owned the place. Perhaps she will, there were plans for her to get a mansion on the hill. Anyway, I get the feeling my words are wasted on you, so let's just finish our food and not get in each other's way anymore.” says Indigo disdainfully, and focuses on his plate.
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(( Yet earlier ending: ))
“I see.” says Indigo and goes back to eating. That pretty much sums up everything I need to know about her.
Post by: Maklak on June 16, 2012, 01:55:52 am
(( Felsite 262: Indigo visits Jaxler in prison. ))
(( This scene is long overdue and some possibilities were closed by other scenes. We tried not to contradict anything. ))
About two weeks after Jaxler's imprisonment, Indigo finally decided to pay him a visit. He wanted some answers and technically Jaxler was still a part of Indigo's squad, so he had an obligation to go check on him. He made his way into the keep and down the stairs, using his light spell on the way. To his surprise, Jaxler was put in what looked like an unfinished cell. The only light source around is used by the guard, Saber, and positioned so that Jaxler's cell is dark. There are two buckets inside: one for water and one for refuse. There isn't even a bed, and what looks like chewed-out version of Jaxler is covering in the corner and looking at the bars... Wow, he sure looks miserable. Indigo positions himself where he can see Jaxler, but outside of his range, should he try to kick him through the bars or do something similar. “Hello Jaxler.”
“H-h-hey I-indigo.”
“In case you were wondering, why I'm here, I came to check up on you. As far as I know, you weren't dismissed from my squad, so it is still my obligation.”
“W-well, why did y-you wait so long...”
“Because I was quite angry at you for what you did. I wanted to calm down before coming here.” And some duties are less pleasant than others. “So tell my, why did you have to go nuts and attack us?”
“I-I thought Sarissa was gonna d-decapitate me, and I t-thought K-kat killed the the c-closest thing I have to f-family.”
“That is not what happened, or how it started. You hit Partisan for trying to reason with you, and it went downhill from there. Did you really expect knocking out the guard captain to go unpunished? Or that you would be allowed to keep a weapon in prison?” asks Indigo, frowning.
“P-p-please, I do you have e-every reason not to trust me b-but I'm not lying... a-and I wasn't going to let somepony take” Jaxler started to shake a little bit. “Take m-my crossbow a-a-a-away..”
Indigo sighs, but keeps frowning. He has gone delusional. But then again, I wasn't really thinking straight during the incident with Stiletto, Kat and Sekashi. “Alright, so let's say it was an act of desperation and an error in judgement. Look, where it got you. Now you have an even longer sentence and still no crossbow.” And why is it so important to you anyway? “Oh and whatever Falcata says, Sarissa wasn't really trying to kill you. Just knock you out with the blunt side of her axe. It all happened in an instant, though, so you could have thought otherwise. As for Granite, he walked into a fight and was hit by accident. He and Kat are going to be fine, by the way. Partisan is fine already.”
“W-w-what if you saw somepony k-kill your s-son before your v-very eyes? W-would you have a-acted differently.” Jaxler started to shake harder.
Son? Was this supposed to be an example, or did Glaze actually cheat on her husband with Jaxler? Seeing how Granite turned out, it makes a lot of sense. “Once the fight started, I guess I would do my best, but you are missing the point. Partisan was trying to talk you into going to prison peacefully. You would get maybe two months of jail and that's it. The rest of us was there in case things go wrong. I would have surrendered, if I were you. You didn't and that's what started the whole mess. Not to mention hitting Jury for telling you to let her into her room. You are fortunate we knocked you out before things escalated any further.” answers Indigo, irritated.
“... I'm sorry”
This is the first step. “That's good. You earned your stay in here, so don't think otherwise. In fact the sentence is quite lenient. Anyway, the thing is, this place is horrible, but you are going to get out of here eventually. Hopefully your time here will teach you to think before starting a fight. Maybe where you come from it is normal, but here ponies usually just yell at each other when they have a grievance. There is actually a mental technique for handling anger. If you are very pissed off at somepony, try to delay hitting that pony for as long as possible. Grit your teeth, give a few sighs, yell, walk away, whatever works. The anger will often subside before things get really ugly." Explains Indigo. "Shall I tell you, what is the purpose of prisons?”
“N-no. A p-p-prison is a place w-w-where the government punishes t-those who defile it's divine all-mighty rule.” Jaxler sighs and closes his eyes, as the walls are beginning to kill him again. “Or at l-least that's how it was back w-where I was from. And, b-back there you got killed if you didn't fight.”
Killed? Possible, but only for the most severe of crimes. If I was operating under the assumption, that I was going to get executed, I don't know, what I would do. “You didn't even ask Partisan, what was in stock for you, and I think you should try reading the book of law sometime. The maximum punishment for hitting Jury was 6 months of jail and flailing, I believe. Anyway, I digress.”
Indigo continues “There are in fact four purposes to having prisons:
First is punishment. It is just to suffer for hurting somepony.
Second is to serve as a deterrent. You are supposed to not like it in here and not want to come back here, and the same goes for anypony else, really. The possibility of going to prison is a strong incentive not to commit crimes.
Third is isolation. It is bad for a society to have various criminals walking around hurting ponies, so they are locked up to at least do no harm.
Finally, resocialisation. You are supposed to learn in here, how to act in the future to be a productive member of society and not get into trouble. But I imagine this place isn't good for it.” finishes Indigo, taking into consideration the living conditions in Jaxer’s cell.
Indigo sighs. “I'll try to explain something to you. When I'm angry or scared, I do stupid things as well, so I am something of a hypocrite, but it may be useful for you to understand. Anger is usually a bad advisor. If you get violent again, things are going to get worse and worse until one side ends the conflict. You may fight like a hero, but organisation wins against heroism almost every time. If you attack somepony in Dawnpick, you may hurt some of us, but the whole military will be against you and in the end, you will fail. So try to stay in line. It must be next to impossible to see this place as an opportunity to improve, but if you can do that, it will help you.”
“B-but he w-was going to take m-my crossbow.”
This again? It may be too early to try and talk some sense into him. Indigo sighs. “He had to. Prisoners aren't allowed to have weapons with them. There really wasn't any way for you to keep it. Just look where resisting got you. You still don't have it, except now you have to stay here longer and some ponies got quite angry at you.” I imagine, you will likely be kicked out of the military altogether and your crossbow confiscated, but it may not be a good time to talk about it. Indigo takes a deep breath. “Know this Jaxler, what won't bend, will break. Sometimes it is just better to swallow the pride and pain and accept the inevitable.”
“A-and what? Let somepony t-t-take away my crossbow? That thing mean more to me than any other item in the world...”
Indigo sighs. “Crossbow aside, you shouldn't have hit Jury in the first place. Bark at her maybe, but not bite.”
“She took m-my crossbow”
“She was going to give it to Partisan for you to pick it up later. I did that a few times. You were angry, but didn't hit me. So why her? Besides, sleeping in the open with your crossbow around was a disaster waiting to happen. I'm honestly surprised, there wasn't any accident with some foal using it as a toy and hurting somepony. Or, I don't know, somepony could steal it, put it under a rock somewhere and sell it to a caravan later. As depressing as it sounds, it may in fact be better for you, that things turned out the way they did.” Indigo raises his voice. “What is so bucking difficult about drinking in your room, not wandering around at night, not sleeping in random places and keeping your weapon out of reach of other ponies? Not to mention morning dew. A few years of this and your precious weapon will deteriorate again!” he sighs.
“How can you s-say that of a weapon that fell 25 feet and had virtually n-no damage, a weapon that can knock out a c-cyclops is worth more than this freakin’ town...”
“Because I've seen how it turned out after years of your 'care', hitting things with it and leaving it wet. And that's just half of what I said. You should have kept it out of reach of other ponies, when you're unconscious. And what do you mean by 'Worth more than this town?' I never said that. Nor would I.” interrupts Indigo, looking annoyed. To you perhaps it is, but not to me.
“My crossbow is of the highest quality. It is by far the most resilient and indestructible item I have ever had the pleasure of seeing. It is more accurate than any weapon you could imagine, it can bash a giant cave swallow's head in and be perfectly unharmed. It is made of bloodthorn adorned with platinum and encrusted with opal. my crossbow, Ome, на счупената демон убиец на боговете, is by far the greatest artifact in this entire town, and it only degrades at the same rate I do.”
Indigo rolls his eyes. This is like talking to a wall. “Fine, I've noticed it is somehow more resilient than other crossbows. The point is, you were sleeping in the corridor, blocking the way, your weapon was unattended again and you hit Jury for pointing it out. None of which should have happened!”
“W-why did you even come here? I thought you had a-already given up on me.”
Indigo sighs, closes his eyes and breathes a few times. After a moment he answers, calmer. “I've come here because I wanted some answers. I've come here, because I believed you needed to hear some things, nopony else would tell you, even though listening to me saying them must seem like a torture to you.” Especially given, how right I am. “Finally, like I said, I still have some obligations to you. There is still a chance, you might improve, or at least come out of here sane enough to continue defending Dawnpick ans working. In fact, I'm willing to do some small favours if you want me to. I can pass a message to somepony, answer some of your questions, clean your room after it got searched, talk to Virtue about your living conditions, things like that. Nothing against the rules, of course.”
“I'd L-like it if you'd leave. Y-your starting to make the walls c-close in again.”
Walls closing in? Sounds... bad. “If that's all you want, then fine. See you later.” Indigo leaves, taking his light with him and leaving Jaxler in darkness again. This is hopeless, he wouldn't even admit this whole ordeal starting and escalating was his fault, thinks Indigo angrily. Still, he is slightly relieved that the conversation is over. He still plans to visit his undisciplined subordinate in two weeks again, but doesn't really look forward to it. Maybe he will just ask me to leave and it will be brief. After Indigo exits the keep, his thoughts return to day to day matters and he calms down. So what Jaxler is in prison, life goes on for the rest of us.
Jaxler sighs as Indigo leaves. The pegasus has no malice towards the annoying unicorn. All the guy did was point out the obvious, and made Jaxler’s already horrible day even worse. Even after their conversation, the worst thing gnawing at him are still the hideous walls.
(( NOTE: After this, Indigo visits Jaxler once or twice a month, to check up on him. Less often after Moral gets imprisoned and more often in the last month of Jaxler's sentence. Those visits don't usually last more than 30 minutes. Indigo doesn't mind telling Jaxler some news or passing a message to somepony, but any of Jaxler's friends visiting a few times a week does that already. Indigo wouldn't mind cleaning Jaxler’s room, but it was already established, he didn't. ))
Post by: TALLPANZER on June 16, 2012, 04:53:40 pm
((This takes place after the poison joke has worn off.))
Stiletto lays with her legs tucked under her on Kat’s bed. The amethyst Alicorn is cradling the black maned and grey coated pegasus in her wings.
Kat happily sighs as she leaned close to the larger mare, nuzzling under her wings softly and comfortably.. “mmn.. so.. what do you think about it?”
“Still very confused I am afraid. So, we have a party?” Stiletto rubbed the side of her head with a forehoof.
“A very big and special one yep!” Kat chirped happily.
Stiletto tapped her chin “This party, it is somewhat like the declaration of a title, yes?”
“mmhmm! pretty much, yes.” Kat nods again
“Now, once more, why do you want to do this?” Stiletto furrowed her brow.
“well, besides that it’s my dream since I was a little filly, I also want to give this very special something to you and Flux.. Wanting to show you both how much I love you.” Kat answered before nuzzling lovingly at Stiletto’s sides where her wings usually rest at.
Stiletto sighed contently and rubbed Kat’s neck with her muzzle “I would like to know what I should do meine Liebe. Can you tell me please?”
“mm.. Well.. you’ll wear a very pretty dress and be the most beautiful mare at the party.. then we’ll take some vows.. and then we’ll have a really great time with our guests.. I have never done it before too you know?” Kat coos softly from the nuzzles.
Stiletto brushes her mane over her scarred eye. “Oh Kat, your own beauty will be incredible.” she then smiles. “What kind of dress should I be thinking about?”
“hmm.. something beautiful.. something.. white maybe?” Kat answered, unsure of her own answer herself.
“White?” Stiletto cocks an eyebrow “Why white?” her tone was filled with confusion.
Kat shrugs slightly “I don’t know.. because it’s normal? Although I think I’m going to wear red.”
“Normal?” Stiletto tilts her head “Should I not wear red?”
Kat giggles softly with a smile “I think.. we can wear whatever colour we like..”
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Meanwhile, Flux is at the jeweler's with his bags. It took a long time, but he had finally gotten everything he needed. Scraps from the forge would make the actual bands, and he had managed to sneak around the safer portions of the cavers to find the rough stones. He’d never be able to afford what he intended if he paid outright for everything, but with some hard work, he’d be able to give the mares of his dreams something truly special. He just hoped they’d still accept him after finding out what he really is. He shakes the thought out of his head at the jeweler looks up, ready to talk business. “Um, hello. I’d like to commission two pieces.”
Post by: Dsarker on June 16, 2012, 08:51:44 pm
To Lord Kashez;
Lost.
Everything is lost
And everything I've loved before is gone
Alone
Like the coming of the frost
And a cold winter's chill in my stony heart
And where were You when all that I've hoped for?
Where were You when all that I've dreamed
Came crashing down in shambles around me?
Pain.
Could you take away the pain?
If I find somepony to blame, would it make my life seem easier?
Alone.
All my friends are asleep.
And I can't find anypony to stay awake with me.
Where were You when death stole my innocence?
Where were You when I was ashamed?
Hiding in a life I wish I never made.
You were gone in all of my suffering.
And You were gone in doubt and in fear.
I'm waiting on my hope to reappear.
Post by: jaxler on June 16, 2012, 11:10:15 pm
Jaxler walked to the keep. He really needed to talk to Virtue about what had happened with the poison joke, but had been reluctant. Jaxler really didn’t want to be sent back into that cell for burning those flowers. Though, as much as Jaxler’s visit had been put off it would have to be further delayed by the pony at the door. “For the love of buck Storm Cloud move out the way and let talk with Virtue.”
Storm Cloud had a double take as he saw the alicorn mare approach. He glowered at the unknown pony and raised a hoof to forestall her. “Hold on, who are you and why do you want to see her? She asked not to be disturbed unless it was critical.”
Jaxler sighed, he knew this was going to happen. “Storm, I’m Jaxler, I have the same cutie mark and scars and I’m the same guy who beat the crap out of you whenever we spared.” Jaxler then sighed. “I need to talk to her about why I’m a mare, and why the town’s folk are turning into freaks.”
Storm Cloud didn’t look like he was buying much of the story, but he frowned and stepped aside. “Alright, fine, there is something strange going on, that’s for sure.” He returned his crossbow to a ready position and added, “I’ll be listening, if she asks you to leave, I expect you to obey.”
Jaxler walked in, but not before giving Storm Cloud a nasty look. Jaxler really didn’t like that the jack-ass didn’t give Jaxler any respect, the pony wouldn’t even have this job if it wasn’t for Jaxler. “Okay virtue I need to talk to you.”
Virtue was standing in the corner of her office, covered from view for the most part by the larger black pegasus that was her husband. “It’s alright Virtue... we’ll figure this out...”
When Jaxler entered, she looked up slightly and said in a weak voice, “Storm Cloud... I don’t think I should see anypony right now... can you ask them to come back later?” When Storm Cloud didn’t answer, she looked up further to see Jaxler standing there, and she took in a sharp breath. In the dim light, she looked... off. Most notably is the slight violet glow around her eyes. She immediately looked down again and covered her face.
Jaxler grimaced as he took a seat. He really didn’t like what he was seeing, felt horrible for what he thinks he did to virtue. “Virtue, are you okay?”
“No...” she replied again, in a weak voice. She shuffled in place next to Harvest Moon, still keeping herself as hidden as possible, but her eyes returned to Jaxler. “I... I’m sorry... you know me... who are you?” Harvest Moon looked uneasily at the alicorn mare, but a hunch was already forming in the back of his mind.
Jaxler sighed again, feeling even worse for Virtue. “It’s Jaxler...”
“Jaxler?” she asked. After a moment, she cautiously stepped into the light. Massive fangs hung from her mouth, her mane had been replaced by long serrated spikes, and a purple glow emanated from her eyes. “Jaxler... what... you’ve changed too?” She looked down a bit. “I.... I’m a monster...”
Jaxler diverted his eyes, not really expecting ‘this’ to happen to anypony. “Yes, I have, and I believe I know why.” Jaxler then looked back at the scally form that was Virtue. “but first I’d like to tell you that this is just temporary.”
She looked back up, searching Jaxler’s eyes. “It’s temporary? You’re sure?” She took a step closer, with an almost pleading expression on her face. “B-b-but... how did this happen?”
“Well...” Jaxler had expected to be able to sugar coat this, or at least be able to make himself seem like less of a demon, but now that Virtue was [/i]changed he was starting to have doubts of her willingness to sympathize with him. “I kinda had some poison joke flowers burnt, while not knowing what it was... I woke up after drinking in the stuff. I was turned into a mare by it so I had it burnt. I honestly thought I was keeping ponies safe from it, but the smoke from the fire only spread its effects...”
“Poison... what?” she asked, looking from Jaxler to Harvest Moon.
The pegasus stallion blinked a few times and nodded slowly. “Yes... poison joke, that makes sense... I thought it was just a myth, though.” He gave both of the changed ponies another look over and said, “Did you destroy all of it?” He looked down and mumbled to himself, “We should probably tell Panacea... she might know what to do...”
“Yes it’s all gone, I had Moral incinerate it, and again Virtue, you don’t have to worry, it should wear off.” Jaxler then scratched his head and sighed. “I’m sorry for screwing up...”
She hung her head and said, “Don’t worry about it... I don’t think anypony could have predicted...” She made a grand gesture at herself and finished with, “this.” She looked back up and gave him another pleading expression. “How long does it take to wear off? I... my daughter is terrified of me... I... I don’t know how much longer I can stand it...”
“The pony I brought this to didn’t know, though I doubt it would be more than a month...” Jaxler then gave Virtue look similar to the one she was giving him. “...um... Will I be going back in that hole for this.” Jaxler then pointed at the hatch that lead to the dungeon.
“No... no, no, of course not.” She sighed and shut her eyes. “You didn’t mean for this to happen.”
“So, I’m not going down for negligence?”
She shook her head slowly. “No...”
Jaxler’s eye’s became the size of little tiny dots, but aside from that, Jaxler maintained most of his composure. “Um... I want my crossbow with me if I’m going back down there. The walls won’t kill me if I have my crossbow.”
Virtue looked back up with a bit of confusion on her face. “Jaxler... I’m not putting you in jail for this. I know you didn’t mean for this to happen.”
Jaxler tried to calm down after Virtue spoke, but still was visibly stress. “I-I also have something else I need to talk to you about.”
“What is it?” she asked as Harvest Moon strode over to her and sat beside her.
“I don’t want to go down in that hole ever again without my crossbow ever again.” Jaxler started to look slightly more stressed. “I don’t care if I don’t have bolts, I just want it with me”
She blew out a breath, and Harvest Moon laid a reassuring hoof on her back. “Jaxler... nopony said you had to ever go back to jail...”
“If I go back in there ever again I want my crossbow even if it’s not for this, I want it.”
“If...” she began, before pausing for a few moments. She really, really wasn’t in the mood to be discussing this sort of thing right now. “...it comes to that... I’ll do what I can. But most of the law enforcement falls to Partisan and Jury now. I don’t have a lot of say anymore.”
“Can you at least have it in my line of sight. I can’t handle that being trapped without my crossbow.”
“I can try,” she answered honestly. “I can’t promise any more than that.”
“Can I just be beaten as opposed to being sent to jail, if ever required.”
Virtue looked horrified. “I... I really don’t feel comfortable with that,” she answered. “Corporal punishment is usually only given out for the most heinous crimes... like murder.”
“I was more stressed while in that hole, then I was when I was laying on the ground, almost dead with gashed lung, three broken ribs, a mutilated wing, and two broken legs while having a blind Cave ogre loom over me and plot out how to make my death as sadistic as possible. So, I’d much rather be beaten within an inch of my life, than be in that hole”
Virtue continued to give him a thoroughly concerned expression. “I... well, I can’t just... I mean, it’s really Jury’s decision on sentences for the most part...”
“Can you do it, or can you not? If you can, then it’s my will that I get beaten.”
Technically, yes, but she really didn’t like the idea of it. Still, lesser of two evils and all that... “Maybe... technically I can overrule Jury, but I’d rather not unless I had a very good reason,” she said, implying that she didn’t feel this was a good reason,. “It depends on the situation.” She looked down a bit. “I’ll suggest it to her, if you prefer it though.”
“I have a good reason. I become emotionally unstable without my crossbow and even more so when I’m trapped. I almost lost my sanity down there, and I’d much rather be beaten then stark raving mad.”
Virtue sighed and nodded slowly. “Alright... like I said... if it ever comes up again I’ll tell Jury to consider it.” She again was reminded of how much she didn’t like to think about ponies being beaten for crimes in Dawnpick. She couldn’t help but think that Jaxler should be more focused on staying out of prison...
“Well, thats all. Also, can I have a document confirming my identity. I’m getting tired of having to explain why I’m a mare. Nothing is worse than when a medical pony thinks you're insane, for thinking you are yourself.”
She raised an eyebrow and considered what he meant. There wasn’t a whole lot she could do in that respect. “Well, the best I can do is just give you an official document saying that I believe you’re Jaxler...” She returned to her desk and wrote up a quick note before signing it. “I guess ponies will believe this.”
“thanks... I guess I’ll be seeing you later then.” Jaxler picked up the sheet of paper and walked towards the door. He really didn’t know if the paper would work, but at least it was something.
“Alright,” she said, watching him leave. After he departed, she slumped into the hooves of her husband and shut her eyes. She didn’t know how much longer she could stand being a monster... hopefully it would pass soon. At least nothing had happened to Harvest Moon or their children. Yet, anyway... And as long as she had him, she would pull through this.
Post by: Telgin on June 17, 2012, 01:54:47 am
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Virtue's Diary - 10th Slate, 263
I have never felt so absolutely terrible and awful in all of my life. Whirlwind is very badly hurt, and his father Savory is dead. His mother Detergent is currently in jail.
It started out innocently enough. I noticed that we were running short on bins around the town, so I sent a word to the traders not to trade away any bins when they were dealing with the caravan. That's all I ever said. I just wanted Rose to keep the bins.
Late this afternoon, Jury came to me, clearly distressed. She told me that she and Partisan had carried out the punishment that I ordered for the criminals, and that she thought that the punishment was too severe. To say that I was shocked would be an understatement.
When I pressed her for details, she told me that I had ordered that several ponies be placed in jail, and for Savory and Whirlwind to be beaten. Because they ignored my orders. I was at a loss for words. She and Partisan literally followed through with the beatings without coming to see me first, and beat Whirlwind to within an inch of his life. Savory... resisted... and Partisan killed him.
He's dead. Because of some bucking bins.
I wanted to scream at Jury for doing something so horrible... something so clearly defiant of everything I try to provide an example for in this town... but she seemed almost as hurt as I was. In the end, I told her to never, ever, ever follow through with anything like that without coming to see me first.
The document had to be forged. I don't know who would do it, or why... but Partisan is investigating who did it.
I immediately went down to set Detergent free. I would never imprison anypony for trading away some worthless bins, much less kill them, and I don't care what Jury might think. That has to be the most heart wrenching thing I've seen in my life. All of Detergent's children were with her, mourning the loss of their father and what had happened to their brother. When I let her go, she said nothing, even when I insisted that I didn't give the order and begged her to forgive me. I mean, it wasn't my fault... but I didn't know what else to say. Her children wouldn't even look me in the eye, and shied away from me.
I followed them to see Whirlwind, but he was in such bad shape Panacea didn't want anypony seeing him right now. I left after that, not wanting to stir up any more animosity in the family. Just seeing Savory and Detergent's children so hurt... that's something that is going to haunt me for a long, long time to come. I can't imagine my father being killed on the same day my mother was thrown in jail, on the same day that my brother was beaten nearly to death. I just ((wet spots mar the page))
I've thrown up twice thinking about this, and I don't think I'll be leaving the keep for several days. Everypony is Dawnpick probably hates me now, or are scared of me, because of this. I can't face anypony, especially not Detergent and what's left of her family. I've tried so hard for the past decade to be somepony that nopony would ever have to be afraid of... and it was all undone in a flash.
I don't know who did this... or why... but if they wanted to crush me... they've succeeded.
I'm going to bed now, but I know I won't sleep.
Classic case of a noble issuing a trade ban after you trade something, then the merchants leave with it. Three ponies were tossed in jail, Whirlwind was beaten and has several broken limbs, and Savory had his skull pulped by Partisan. Detergent and her children are all still ecstatic, of course. ???
21st Slate, 263
Today was supposed to be a happy day, since our son Rampart is a stallion today. It really wasn't though, since the gloom hanging over Dawnpick since Savory's death hasn't really even begun to depart yet. We held a small celebration, but kept it here in the keep and just invited direct friends of the family.
Rampart deserves more than what he got, but given the circumstances it was the best we could reasonably do. He's so shy, and never said anything about being unhappy about it, but I know he would have wanted more, like what Rose and Valor got when they came of age. I hate that things happened like they did...
No, I'd best not start thinking about that again. I was only able to sleep two nights this week... I don't want to go back down that route again.
Anyway, Rampart has been spending a lot of time with Billows lately, learning about crafting armor, and he'll be starting working at the forges helping out with creating the steel armor that we send back to Coupledye. I know it's something he's been interested in for a long time, and I hope he'll be happy with working with Billows.
It might not have been a large party, but I'm exhausted all the same, and I'm going to bed now. I'll check up on Rampart tomorrow and see how he's doing getting situated in his new home.
12th Felsite, 263
I've actually been considering expanding the hospital for some time now, but recent events put it back into the forefront of my mind. The hospital hasn't really been improved since it was built, despite the fact that we have a hundred more ponies living in Dawnpick now. I've spoken with the carpenters and they've drawn up some plans for a much better facility. There will be private rooms for every patient now, and more room for Panacea to store supplies.
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It's going to take months to finish, but I think it's long overdue, and we have more than enough money in the treasury to pay for the upgrade. I know Panacea will be happy with the improvements.
21st Felsite, 263
The expansion to the hospital couldn't have at a better time, since today Panacea's children Lancet and Peppermint are now old enough to join the adults in helping out around the town. Peppermint has been learning a bit from Skillet and the cooks, but Lancet has always had a lot of interest in the work his mother does in the hospital, and he'll be helping her and Chestnut out in the hospital. It's going to be a little while before his room is ready, but in the meantime he'll be helping out however he can.
I hope that we won't need the hospital while the construction is going on (or ever again, really), but at least we're prepared if we need it.
27th Felsite, 263
Not a week after I wrote that I hoped we wouldn't need the hospital, something nearly tragic happened. We're still investigating how it happened, but one of the monsters from the caverns escaped and attacked the ponies in the mines. A lot of ponies were down there helping move stone up to the surface, and it was only by blind luck that Sarissa and Kukri were nearby when it happened.
Kukri and Sarissa managed to kill the monster, but Ocean Breeze and Diamond Shard were caught in some mysterious vapors from the monster, and are currently unconscious in the hospital. Panacea doesn't know what's wrong with them, but she thinks they'll be okay.
I just don't understand why this keeps happening. We've tried again and again to make sure that the caverns are sealed away, but we keep missing something. I'm going to check with Mortar in the morning and see if he has found anything.
I forgot to lock one of the floor hatches, is what happened. Duh. So, that's been fixed, and no more FB escapees I hope.
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2nd Hematite, 263
I was relieved to hear from Panacea this morning that both Ocean Breeze and Diamond Shard have woken up and are apparently fine. She's going to conduct follow ups on both of them, but believes they'll both be okay.
We also had a few diamond dogs show up today, but the guard ran them off before they could do any harm. Partisan killed one, he says, so it will hopefully send a little deterrent to the diamond dogs. For now at least.
In less morbid news, we've started building some showers next to the hospital, so ponies can bathe in private if they want to. It's really something we should have built many years ago, but was something that kept getting swept under the rug for lack of time. Better late than never, though.
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23rd Hematite, 263
I didn't think I'd see the day, if I'm completely honest, but Jury and Partisan were married today. Maybe I've just gotten a bad impression from Jury, but I didn't expect her to really get close to anypony in Dawnpick. If she and Partisan are happy together though, it's hardly my place to say anything about it, and I'm happy for the two of them.
The ceremony was nice enough, even if I felt a bit out of place there. I decided not to stay too long after the ceremony was concluded. I do hope the best for the two of them in their lives though.
25th Hematite, 263
Gust Front is a stallion today, and he wasted no time in hurrying off to join Partisan and the others in the guard. It's starting to look like we won't see any large scale conflict with the rainbow ponies, but with relatively little work being needed around the town, it's not a bad choice of profession for him.
Otherwise, we've mostly been performing housekeeping work around Dawnpick of late. We started moving around the forges and stockpiles to hopefully improve the efficiency of the metalworkers. It's one more of the things that was on the todo list after I've organized some of Indigo's suggestions, and it took a while to get to. And it's going to be a while yet before it's done.
The hospital is also coming along, but there's a fair bit of work left to do there as well.
11th Malachite, 263
We finally managed to finish moving around the metalworking supply chain and workshops, and already I've heard Cast Iron and Billows praising the changes. I'm glad they're happy with things now, I'm sure there's less walking involved now.
I'm happier to record that the hospital is finished again. There's room for one more patient before, but more importantly there's room for Lancet and another doctor in the future to move in, and each patient will have their own private room. There's also a bit more storage space for supplies, so hopefully Panacea can keep everything she needs in the hospital now.
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After we secured a section of the upper caverns, we no longer had an easy method of disposing of the monsters that arrive there, so the miners have begun digging out a new trap for them that bypasses the secured area. It's going to take a while to get it finished, and hopefully we won't have any mishaps this time.
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15th Malachite, 263
I was so sure we had the caverns sealed off again, but we had yet another monster break free! It also attacked the miners and workers who were helping bring stone up to the surface. This time Bardiche was the first to respond, and he nearly lost his life in the process. He never fully recovered from the last monster he fought, and had two of his hooves broken in the fight.
Estoc and Rondel managed to join the fight before he was killed though, and Rondel finished the creature off with his axe. Even Alpine added his woodcutting axe into the fray, and may have been the one who bought Bardiche the time he needed.
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Bardiche is currently recovering in the hospital, and Panacea told me he was going to be alright. He's very shaken up by this though, and I don't blame him. I offered him a chance to retire from the militia, and he's considering it. I certainly wouldn't hold it against him after what he's done for Dawnpick in the short time he's spent here.
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I'm not sure what happened this time. I think I might have missed another floor hatch somewhere, but I went back through and checked them all again to be sure. This is getting strange...
Although it was nearly eclipsed by the earlier events in the day, Kusari also gave birth today to an earth pony colt named Pommel. Already the new private rooms are being appreciated, since Kusari could have the privacy she needed during the process. Bardiche too appreciates it, I'm sure.
I'll go check up on the two of them in the morning. Bardiche is going to need a long time to recover, but he will recover.
28th Malachite, 263
After so many near tragedies in the recent past, I knew something horrible had to be near. Today, Arbalest was killed.
One of the monsters triggered the trap in the mid caverns, and Arbalest was nearby. It looks like he tried to engage it himself, and paid the ultimate price for it. Kukri was close enough to hear his cries and came running, but it was too late.
She slew the beast, but not before Arbalest was mortally wounded. That pony has been through a lot... a lot I'll never understand, but he never deserved this. I often question why innocent ponies have to suffer and die like this... but it's something I was never meant to understand I suppose.
We've buried Arbalest, but it feels like a hollow gesture for some reason.
I feel awful.
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10th Galena, 263
As if to spite us, another of those monsters triggered the sentinel spells in the caverns late this afternoon. If it comes close to Dawnpick, we'll kill it like their misbegotten kind have killed and hurt the ponies in Dawnpick.
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There was also fighting on the surface. A number of badger ponies arrived in a small raiding group, but they were driven back easily enough. Partisan gave me the report and said that Jaxler killed two of them, while Saber and Kat killed another together. Somewhat more alarmingly, he said that Moral ran into one and killed it by lighting it on fire.
No death is ever pleasant, but burning to death has to be one of the worst ways somepony could die. I know the badger ponies are out to get us, but all the same I wouldn't wish something like that on my worst enemy.
I... I'm growing tired of this. I want the badger ponies gone, and for this conflict to be over. It's wearing heavily on my nerves.
In slightly happier news, we traded with the zebras without incident today. We sent almost 100,000 bits worth of various goods back with the zebras. We sent a little food with them as we usually do, but mostly sent a number of statues that the masons carved. We ended up not having enough room for a lot of them, and the masons agreed to trade away some of them. In the end we got a lot of wooden furniture and supplies from the zebras, so even though the zebras made a large profit I think we made off well.
20th Galena, 263
I'm pretty scared right now. I don't know what happened... or how... but... I've been turned into a... monster. Fangs and spikes... I look horrifying. Harvest Moon and the children were all frightened of me when they first saw me, and I hardly blame them. Serenity is scared to be near me, which is tearing my heart apart.
Harvest Moon spoke with Panacea, but she doesn't know what to do. I don't suppose I should have expected her to. I'm not ill, I'm just a monster. How could this have happened? Is this a curse from the gods? What have I done? I've never tried to hurt anypony in my life...
I guess I'll never leave the keep again. Nopony would ever want to be near me like this.
I don't know what I'm going to do... I'm scared...
22nd Galena, 263
Jaxler came to me today with some reassuring news. It looks like this horrible curse is actually from some magical plant, and that it will wear off eventually. That's an unspeakable relief. I was worried I might have to live the rest of my life hiding in the keep, a monster that nopony would ever want to lay eyes upon.
At least I'll only have to cower here for a short while now.
I'm also a bit worried about Jaxler. He asked me while he was here if I would issue a beating for him instead of jail time. I wish he wouldn't talk like that. I wish nopony would ever mention beatings again. After what happened to Savory and Whirlwind, I think he'd have to murder somepony before I'd even consider it.
But enough of that... I'm just anxious to be my old self again.
26th Galena, 263
It took longer than I had hoped, but the poison joke finally wore off. I'm back to my old self, and being able to hug my daughter for the first time in over a week melted away a lot of the stress I've been harboring. I still don't feel completely better, but I'm getting there.
I've also asked that everypony keep their eyes out for anything resembling poison joke. We'll have to find a safer way to deal with it in the future if any more ever does turn up.
2nd Limestone, 263
I knew it had to be any day now, but Diamond Shard finally gave birth this morning to her and Ashwood's first foal: an earth pony colt they named Golden Sheen. The two of them were elated to have the new little colt in their hooves, and I couldn't be happier for them. Ashwood is one of my oldest friends, and to see him happy brings joy to my heart.
I really hope the best for them and their new little foal.
14th Limestone, 263
Today Violet is officially a mare, and a little celebration was held to commemorate the event. She is going to be helping Harvest Moon and the other farmers out with the various farming tasks in the town. We already have a fair few farmers, but I think having a few extras never hurt anypony, and if it's what she wants to do, then I'm all for it.
6th Timber, 263
We had another colt join the farmers today, this time it was Heliotrope. He's going to be helping out more with the beekeeping with Cherry Pop, but having more hooves to spread out the labor is never a bad thing.
I just wish we had a bit more variety in the things the upcoming stallions and mares could do around here, but we'll have to make due with what we have I suppose.
Peony also grew up recently, but I'm not sure what he should be doing. I left him as a hauler unless DVNO has any recommendations.
15th Timber, 263
We had yet another attack from the badger ponies today. Two approached the main gate with what I can only imagine was the hopes of jumping the woodcutters who were busy felling trees to turn into charcoal.
Fortunately Estoc was standing guard and rushed off to assist when he saw the first come out of hiding. The fight was brief from his account, and he was victorious, but the badger pony managed to slip a dagger between the joint of his greaves and wound his hoof. He's currently recuperating in the hospital, but Panacea said he'll recover without issue. Naginata was already there comforting her son by the time I got there. I really can't imagine what it must be like having a child in the military. I don't think I'd ever sleep again.
Anyway, the second badger pony was killed by Sarissa. She was also standing guard, and when she saw Estoc wounded she charged into and slaughtered the second badger pony. I fortunately didn't witness the fight first hoof, but Ashwood said there wasn't much left of it by the time she was done.
I wish I knew what drove these badger ponies. The ones that are sent here never return, so why do they insist on sending more? Will they not stop until they are all dead?
Or worse... will they send a larger force some day?
Post by: Dsarker on June 17, 2012, 02:04:58 am
Arbalest was older than he looked.
It wasn’t something he kept hidden from the other ponies deliberately. More just...failed to mention it. It didn’t really come up in conversation. Nor did the other topic that generally went along with it.
He gently placed the rock in the catapult.
Family. Who was his family? His mother, his father, brothers, sisters. Did he have a lover, a wife? Children? If he did, where were they?
He sighted the target.
There was a reason he didn’t talk about them much. They were dead. Destroyed by the same mage who had taken away his sense. He still missed them, naturally, but a pony had to carry on.
He fired the catapult straight at the abomination.
There was Tessa, his daughter. Tertullian, his son. He smiled as he remembered them. Dahlia always had loved names beginning with T.
Almost on reflex, he brought the catapult’s arm down.
Dahlia...Words could never describe her, not properly. She was beautiful, sweet, lovely. The dear, green earth pony he had loved...the only mare he could ever love. She had won his heart.
Once more he loaded the catapult.
They had married in a year, and soon children were on the way. Tessa was their first, a sweet blue pegasus filly. He could still remember her love of riding on his back everywhere they went.
He fired again at the target.
Then, almost a year from the date, Tertullian followed Tessa. He was an earth pony, just like his mother, but orange to Dahlia’s green. A sunset orange. His favourite pastime of finding more and more places to hide, just out of sight of his frantic parents.
The catapult’s arm lowered again.
Arbalest had lost them almost twenty years ago today. The screams of his family, burning under the wizard’s cruelty, still lived in his dreams to the day.
Again he loaded the catapult.
Arbalest was tired now. He was too young to be so old. He should be at home, delighting in the grandfoals.
Once more he fired.
But he wasn’t. He was here, and nothing could change that now. Not even the abomination still approaching, seemingly unharmed by the three boulders he had fired at it. No matter.
He lowered the arm once more.
Dahlia...Tessa...Tertullian. He still held those names tight to him.
He tried to load the catapult, only to find out he had ran out of boulders to fire.
“Rest now, my love.” He couldn’t remember the voice for a second...Dahlia? He could see them now, all of them, around him. Dahlia, Tessa, Tertullian. “You don’t have to fight. Not anymore.”
He smiled, and sat down. Nothing mattered, he had told himself, if you were far enough away. And now, at last, he was as far away as he could possibly be.
Post by: Impending Doom on June 17, 2012, 04:18:37 am
Jaxler woke up in his room with something stuck on top of him. He couldn’t really move much, or get any leverage in his current position. From what he could make out, he was pinned under both his cabinet and table, which were made of stone. If the pain in his head mixed with the strangeness of being trapped, was really starting to make him stress him out and the sunlight was able to go through his window, and lay right on his face. Jaxler hated being trapped more than anything else, but he could at least feel his crossbow laying next to him, so he didn’t start to panic, even though Riddix had woken up and started licking Jaxler’s vulnerable forehead.
As he lay there, Jaxler could hear a knock at his door.
“Um, please come in...” yelled Jaxler at the door, feeling slightly embarrassed.
Marilee opened the door slightly, poking her head inside. “Jaxler?”
“Um, Hi marilee, can I have a little help over here. I’m kinda stuck”
Marilee gasped. “Oh, how did you get under there? Hold on, I’ll try and get you out...” She stood by the cabinet and braced her forehooves against it, trying to push it off.
Jaxler tried his best to push as well, but wasn’t able to exert much force on his current position. “I don’t know, I kinda woke up this way.”
“I-I don’t think we can do this on our own. Hang on, I’ll go get somepony...” With that, she practically galloped out the door. Several minutes passed before she returned, leading two unfamiliar ponies: A lithe, athletic-looking zebra stallion, and a shorter unicorn stallion with a sandy pelt and dark brown mane. The zebra surveyed a room for a moment before his eyes came to rest on Jaxler. “Ah, Mari... this is your coltfriend?”
“Yes! Mbalo, this is Jaxler.”
“That’s a mare little one.”
“I know, it’s... can we just help him up first? I’ll explain it later.”
Jaxler sighed, he really didn’t have to explain why he was a mare again. “Can you please try not to hurt my crossbow when you move that furniture?”
“Ooh, yes!” Marilee moved in, picking up the crossbow and stepping out of the way while the two stallions set to work. The zebra - Mbalo, she had called him - turned around and braced his hindlegs against the heavy cabinet, while the unicorn lifted the table away with his magic. In only a few seconds, Jaxler was free.
Jaxler got up off the ground feeling relieved to no longer be trapped, he then walked over to Marilee. “Thanks you two, but who exactly are you? Also can I please have my crossbow back.”
Marilee held the crossbow out for Jaxler. “Jaxler, these are some of my father’s bodyguards.”
The zebra bowed slightly. “Mbalo Otona.”
The unicorn made a deeper bow. “Prickly Pear, ma’am.”
Jaxler took his crossbow.“Please, don’t bow, and also Prickly, I’m a Stallion and my current state is only temporary.”
Prickly grins. “As you say, ma-er, sir. I do hope the surgery goes well.” Mbalo raises a hoof and gives him a good smack upside the head, before taking a moment to size Jaxler up.
“...small blue flower, grows in large patches?”
“Yes, actually, and thanks for saving me the trouble of hitting Prickly.”
“Someone has to, when he gets away from his sister.”
“Why’s that...”
“He does not seem to know when to shut his mouth.” Prickly grinned sheepishly.
“Okay then...” said Jaxler
Riddix walked over from the other side of the room, and started to lick Prickly Pear. The gigantic dog had already deemed the strange pony his new best friend. Which, wasn’t a surprise seeing how the dog already had a couple dozen best friends.
“Well, at least someone seems to appreciate my unique wit.” Prickly reached down to rub the big hound’s ears.
Riddix wagged his tail as the little pony in front of him rubbed his ears. The big guy stayed for a while, and kept licking Prickly, but eventually walked over to Marilee and showed his affection in a similar manner as he did with Prickly.
“So, Marilee, when you came here earlier was there anything you wanted to talk about?”
“Well, I had hoped you’d like to meet the guards, though I didn’t think it would be like this.”
“Well, in that case how about we go meet them. Also, you two, never speak of this again.”
Mbalo nodded towards Jaxler. “Not a word.” Marilee took Jaxler by the hoof and led him out, with the two stallions in tow.
“So, what exactly are the other guards like?”
“Well, there are four more guards here. Tikkiri is Mbalo’s wife. She’s very smart, and very kind too. Then there’s Desert Rose, Prickly’s sister. She keeps him in line... most of the time. Kor’tann looks intimidating, but he’s really very gentle, at least with me and my sisters. And Fyodor is... well, he’s usually very quiet. He only took the job a year or two ago, so I don’t know him all that well.”
“Hmm, you’d think that after two years he’d be a bit more sociable.”
“Maybe he is with the rest of them, but remember I’ve been away for some time.”
“Yo, you two, does Fyodor talk much to you guys?”
Mbalo turns back to look at Jaxler. “All business, mostly. From what I gather, he does not have much in the way of family. Guess that’s why he throws himself into his work so much.”
“No family, aye? In that case, I wish him only the best.”
A few moments later, they headed down the hall towards Marilee’s parents’ room. As they reached the door, however, they instead turned and entered the room across the hall. Inside, it appeared as though two apartments have been joined together, with half of the room filled with bunks, and the other half left largely empty. Inside were four new ponies: a small slippy pony mare sat on one of the beds, with a mechanical contraption of some sort disassembled in front of her. A unicorn mare colored exactly like Prickly Pear lay on another, reading a book. In an empty corner, a mountain of a gorlak stallion sparred with a small, lanky darkbolt. Marilee stepped inside, smiling brightly. “Good morning everypony!”
“G’morning Mari!” They all answered in unison. The two combatants ceased their duel and came over to greet the little mare.
Jaxler walked into the cramped room. “Aye there everypony.”
After accepting a hug or a nuzzle from each of the newcomers, Marilee stepped back to stand beside Jaxler. “Everypony... I’d like you all to meet my coltfriend, Jaxler.”
The unicorn mare quirked an eyebrow. “Coltfriend?”
Mbalo piped up. “Poison Joke.” They all ‘ahh’-ed in understanding. Once that was dealt with, Marilee introduced each of them by name: the slippy mare was Tikkiri, though the kiss and nuzzle she shared with Mbalo would have told him that. The unicorn mare was Desert Rose, or ‘Rosie’ as most of them called her. Kor’Tann, the gorlak, rested his massive studde club across his back, while Fyodor carefully removed a set of long, thin training blades from his wingtips.
“So, it’s nice to meet you all.”
“Aye, nice to meet you too,” Rosie says. ”We were all pretty excited when we heard Mari found a nice stallion.”
Jaxler grinned a little bit, and rested his forehoof of Marilee’s withers “Well, Marilee does deserve somepony nice.”
Marilee smiled, planting a quick kiss on Jaxler’s cheek, illiciting a cheer from the assembled ponies.
“D’aww, what that for?” asked Jaxler
“Ooh, nothin’...” She grinned at him.
Jaxler put his wing around Marilee, but diverted his attention back to the crowd of ponies. “So, how long have you guys know Mari.”
Mbalo climbed onto the bed beside Tikkiri. “Kor and I have been with the family since the twins were little. We’ve known Mari her whole life.” Tikkiri chimed in. “I got the job just after she was born. Boss wanted to make extra sure his new little girl was safe.”
Rosie shut her book, standing beside her brother. “The boss hired Prickly and me just about ten years or so ago.”
“So, I guess you must be pretty loyal to Gregor’s business then.”
Kor set his club in a corner. “The company? Maybe not. The family? Yes.”
“That’s honestly, pretty touching... So, out of curiosity, what was Mari like as a foal?”
“Adorable, ” Mbalo responded. “The sweetest little filly you’d ever see. Especially around her big brother. She positively adored Starkey. Still does.”
“How so?” asked Jaxler.
“She hardly ever left his side. the two of them were inseparable, did everything together.”
“Heh, everything is ri-urk!” Prickly received a jab in the stomach from his sister.
“What do you mean by everything...”
Marilee turns a particularly bright shade of pink. “Uhm...”
Jaxler gave prickly a rather menacing gaze. “Prickly, I asked you a question.”
“Well...”
Prickly Pear can feel the menacing gazes of five very displeased ponies boring into his skull.
“...I-I really don’t know what you’re talking about!”
Jaxler’s gaze managed to get even more cold as Prickly made the mistake of lying to his face. “Prickly, I... don’t... like it... when ponies... lie to me...”
Immediately, Mbalo placed himself between the two ponies, meeting Jaxler’s glare with a stony, emotionless facade. “I believe there are... things that the you and miss Mari should discuss. In private.”
“Yeah, your probably right Mbalo.” Jaxler seemed to drop his attitude instantly, which was odd. Usually Jaxler was 100% direct when he was displeased by something, as horrible as lying. “Mari, shall was talk outside for a moment.”
“U-Um... okay...” Marilee, for her part, looked quite terrified. She stepped quietly out the door and waited for Jaxler.
Jaxler walked out after Marilee, seeming oddly calm under the circumstances. “Okay... why do I think Prickle Peach just about narked on you? And don’t lie.” Jaxler’s tone was just as calm and controlled as he usually sounded, which again was strange.
“I-I...” Marilee began, having trouble forming the words.
Jaxler sighed. “I what?”
“Y-You know how h-he said Starkey and me did e-everything together?”
Jaxler knew that if she was getting this nervous, it was probably bad.“Yes.”
“W-Well... he really meant everything...”
“I don’t want implication. Tell me what you mean by everything.”
“W-We were close... very close...”
“Do you just love him or is he your lover.” Jaxler’s voice quivered a little bit as the sentence was finished. Jaxler was really starting to feel hurt.
“Was, Jaxler. We haven’t seen each other in years.”
Jaxler sighed and diverted his eyes. He was really starting to feel horrible. “Do you still love him that way, and do you love him that way more than you do for me?”
“I-I...” She sighed, composing herself. “...I do, but... not more than you.”
“I...” Jaxler paused for a second. “Would you ever leave me for him?”
“No, I wouldn’t.”
Jaxler sighed. This was odd, and really, really strange, but when Marilee said that she wouldn’t leave him for Starkey, he really didn’t care all too about it much anymore. “Okay then.” Jaxler then walked up and tried to give Marilee a hug.
Marilee simply leaned against Jaxler, allowing him to hug her. “I-I’m sorry Jaxler... I should have told you sooner...” She sounded as though she would burst into tears.
Jaxler hugged Marilee a little bit tighter when he heard the tone in her voice. “No, I’m sorry. Please don’t cry.”
Marilee finally returned the hug, squeezing Jaxler tightly and trying her best not to cry.
Jaxler kept hugging Marilee. “I didn’t mean to hurt you.”
“I-I know...”
Jaxler sighed, still hugging Marilee. This honestly had worked out better than he planned. though, he probably needed to ‘spar’ with prickly peach for lying to his face like that. “I love you.”
“I l-love you too...”
Post by: jaxler on June 17, 2012, 10:37:30 pm
Moral was sitting alone inside his craftspony’s workshop. Moral would usually be super happy, but right now he wasn’t. He was holding in his hooves his pointy hat, which had a big tear in it. The sad little guy looked like he was about to cry.
Marilee trotted down the hallway towards the craftspony’s shop. She had gone to Jaxler’s home earlier only to find it empty, but she knew that he didn’t have any training scheduled today. As she reached the workshop, she peeked around the corner.
“Hello? Jaxler?”
Jaxler, however, was nowhere in sight. Instead, she saw a very pitiful-looking red alicorn holding something in his hooves. She stepped quietly into the room, and spoke again. “E-Excuse me sir, but have you seen my coltfriend Jaxler? He’s a pegasus, with a bright red mane, and a black coat...”
Moral the sniffled a little bit. “No, I no see Jaxxy.”
At once, Marilee could tell something was amiss. “Uhm... is everything alright, sir?”
Moral’s sighed deeply, trying not to cry. “No...”
“Oh, what’s the matter? Can... can I help?”
“Some mean ponies came in here and called me names, so I told them to leave and they did this to my nice hat.” Moral then pointed to the huge tear in his favorite, and only, hat.
“That wasn’t very nice of them, but can’t you go and have it mended?”
“I-I-I-I... I don’t know” Moral then started to cry.
Okay, this was more than a little bit odd. A fully-grown alicorn stallion sobbing like a foal over a torn hat? Well, the best thing Marilee could do was try and console the poor buck. “Uhm... there, there... why don’t we go down to the clothier’s, and see if they can fix it up?”
“I-I-I don’t know... know where o-one is.” Moral continued to cry. “why do ponies no like me.”
“I don’t know, but you seem like a nice stallion to me.” Marilee took the poor little pony by the hoof and led him down the hall. “What’s your name, by the way?”
“M-my names Moral...” The odd pony was still crying a little. “Can- can I has hug?”
“A hug? okay...” Marilee gently put her hooves around Moral’s neck. “It’s nice to meet you Moral. My name is Marilee.”
Moral hugged back and stopped crying. “It’s nice to um... meet you too!” Moral then got his normal smile back. “Thank you nice pony... um.. uh... what’s your name?”
“Uhm, Marilee? I just told you that...” Curiouser and curiouser...
“Oh, sorry, I no good with my memory.” At that confession Moral’s smile seemed to shrink a little bit. “Do you think my hat can be nice again?”
“Oh, yes, I just need to find...” Marilee examined the signs on each door, before finally locating the one in question: a small plaque depicting a few spools of brightly-colored thread. “Here we go!” she approached the door and gave it a light knock.
“Where are we?”
“At the clothier’s workshop. We were going to fix your hat?” Okay, so he wasn’t exaggerating about having a poor memory.
Moral got a big smile got really big again. “Oh, that’s good, I really like my hat and want it nice again.”
After waiting a few moments with no response, Marilee knocks a second time. Still, nopony comes to the door. “Huh, I guess nopony’s in?”
Moral started to frown again. “W-wat about my hat?”
“We could always come back...” Marilee’s words trailed off as she saw the despondent look on Moral’s face.
“B-b-but my hat...” Moral’s eye’s started to get watery and the poor guy looked like he was about to cry again.
That did it. As odd as this stallion was, she simply had to do something to help him. “Just a moment...” She turned back to the door and tried the knob. It turned easily, and she stepped into the workshop. “Come on in.”
Moral walked in and tilted his head. “What is this place?”
“It’s the clothier’s shop, Moral. May I borrow your hat, please?”
Moral handed Marilee his hat, still looking sad as could be.
Marilee took the hat gingerly, and set about searching through the bins of thread for just the right shade of green.
“What you doing?”
“I’m going to fix your hat. I’ll admit, I only know a little about sewing, but... I’ll do my best.‘ Finally, she found a spool of thread that matched Moral’s hat perfectly. She pulled up a stool and sat down, taking a needle and setting to work.
Moral got his smile back. “That nice of you.”
“So, tell me about yourself Moral. What do you do here in Dawnpick?”
“Um...” Moral put his hoof up to head muzzle as he thought. “OH! I make wooden crafts and stuffs.”
“That sounds like a nice job. My coltfriend Jaxler makes crafts too. Have you met him?”
“Oh, Jaxxy? Yeah I know him, but we usually don’t do stuff together, but he not mean to me.”
“Oh no, never. He’s such a kind, sweet stallion...”
“Well, he seems like nice guy.”
Marilee smiles, continuing her work. “So, this hat must be very important to you. Where did you get it?”
Moral smiled. “I got it back in um.. uh... oh! The capital, it masterwork!”
Marilee giggled. “Yes, it is a very nice hat.” With that, she finished up the last few stitches and tied off the thread, before standing to examine her handiwork. There was still a bit of a seam where the tear had been, but it was just barely visible. She presented it to Moral. “Here you go, all done!”
Moral’s eyes widened and he got the world’s largest smile on his face when he saw his hat all nice again. “You made my hat nice again! Thankyouthankyouthankyouthankyou!” Moral then placed his hat on his head and somehow his smile got even bigger. The big pony then gave Marilee a hug.
Marilee returned the hug gratefully. “You’re very welcome, Moral. I’m glad to have helped.”
“Thank you for being nice to me”
“Of course.” Marilee pondered something for a moment. “Moral... are ponies mean to you often?”
“Yeah, but they usually leave my hat alone... I not know why though.”
“I see... what do they usually do?”
“Make fun of me...”
“That’s terrible... none of them hit you, right?”
“Usually”
Marilee winced in sympathy. “Oh, you poor dear...” She rested a hoof on his shoulder. “You know, if you ever need to talk about it with somepony...”
“Okay” Moral then gave Marilee another hug.
Marilee returned the hug with even more enthusiasm. “Well, I need to go find Jaxler now. It was very nice meeting you, Moral. Have a nice day!”
“Okay um... Marilee! you too!”
Post by: TALLPANZER on June 18, 2012, 10:47:23 pm
Jaxler was down in the crypts. It was a few days after a recent tragedy, and the time that had passed hadn’t dulled its sting. Arbalest was one of the first ponies Jaxler had actually made friends with in Dawnpick. The poor siege worker could have been the first pony in the fort to call him a friend, and Jaxler made the mistake of letting them grow apart, and now he’d never get the chance to be friends again. Aside from the regret he also felt the normal amount of guilt he felt when somepony got hurt. Jaxler had effectively stayed down in the dark crypt for about a day by now.
Stiletto steps down from the world above. Slowly, she walks through the halls. Usually she only comes here on Slate 18. Flowers for Brook, every year. Today she came for another reason. Poor Arbalest, she always wanted to understand the unicorn, after all, they shared a love for machines. The amethyst Alicorn walked to to his grave. “Jaxler?”
Jaxler was in deep thought when Stiletto’s words knocked out of his trance. “Oh, um, aye stiletto.” The pegasus didn’t feel much if any malice towards the alicorn in light of recent events.
“Are you here to place flowers for Arbalest as well?” Stiletto asks with a soft tone.
“I’m just showing some respect to and old friend.”
“Myself as well. I wish I had known him better, and Boo, I wonder what will happen to the poor thing.”
“It was wild animal before he adopted it, I assume it just returned to its old career.”
“He could... Jaxler, do you come down here often? I have heard that you spend a lot of time in these crypts.”
“Only when I get depressed.”
“Does that mean you are depressed now?”
“I’m in the crypts , aren’t I?”
Stiletto lowers her eyes “Yes, can... can I help?”
“If you want.”
Stiletto steps just a little closer “I want to help, but you have to want me too first.”
“How would you help?”
“Jaxler. I... I want to help you, I admit, I am not sure how. I know so little about you.”
“Well, if you want to help me, then I’d want your help. What do you want to know...”
“You always look so sad, Jaxler. Can you tell me why?” Stiletto shuffles her hooves.
Jaxler sighed. He really didn’t want to talk to somepony he hardly knew about his past, but Flux had already told her why he used to hate her. “I’ve lost everything a few times, and I have a few scars.”
“Have you mourned?” Stiletto takes another step closer.
“Meh, why would I do that?”
“To move on with your life, Jaxler.” she takes a step to be beside him.
“If I started crying now, how do I know I could ever stop.”
"There is no need to fear your feelings." She wraps him in a wing. "Let it all out Jaxler. I will be here, until you finish."
Jaxler was caught off guard to have Stiletto’s wing wrapped around him, though he did feel a bit safer as he started to cry.
Stiletto gently strokes Jaxler's mane "Let it all out."
Jaxler stood there and continued to cry. “why can’t I protect anything...”
Stiletto hugs Jaxler tightly in her forelegs "Jaxler, you have always tried so hard to protect the ponies here. Somehow they just, keep sliding through our hooves."
“That... that isn’t enough though. I’m not good enough for the guard, and whenever I try to keep somepony safe they get hurt because of me.” Jaxler still was watering from the eyes.
Stiletto lowers her head to Jaxler’s “You still try, I do not know what more a pony can do.”
Jaxler rested his head on stiletto's shoulder, while still sobbing. “Then I can’t do anything. I can’t protect them, and everyday I’m getting worse.”
“Are you talking about, your drinking?” Stiletto strokes Jaxler’s mane. “Maybe you should try slowing down, or only drinking with friends.”
“If I don’t get smashed, I can’t handle everything.”
“Oh Jaxler, you do not need to be drunk to live your life.” Stiletto gives Jaxler a soft squeeze "You try your hardest to protect other ponies, you show loyalty to all your friends, and when you try, you are a nice pony."
“When I stop drinking, my depression isn’t dulled.”
“You have more things then boozes to bring you joy Jaxler.”
“I know...” Jaxler sighed. “But those things don’t make the scars go away.”
“The drink does not do that either, it simply makes you forget.”
“What else would you have me do.”
“Slow your drinking, spend more time with those you love.”
Jaxler sighed, and stayed quiet for a few moments. “You know... I don’t have much time left before I die.”
“You are here now, now is all that matters.” Stiletto closes her eyes and hugs him softly.
“I don’t want to die.”
Stiletto puts both her wings around Jaxler "Then live." she squeezes him again "Live Jaxler."
“I don’t want to go to hell...”
"You will not go to such a place. You will soar with your loved ones."
“The gods hate me in life and they shall in death.”
"Celestia and Luna will forgive you, if you try to be a good and joyous pony."
“The gods hate me.”
“You must help yourself Jaxler, forgive yourself, and other ponies."
“I thought I had...”
“Did you? did you forgive yourself for what was thrust upon you?”
“and how do I do that?”
“You let go. Let go of the things that haunt you.”
“How do I do that?”
Stiletto closed her eyes and leans into Jaxler, hugging him warmly “I do not know. Only you have lived your life. Only you can keep living it."
Jaxler sighed and was silent for a few minutes. “Why are you being kind to me?” Jaxler wouldn’t expect this kind of treatment form a stranger, even more so considering he’d hit her in the face before.
Stiletto spoke quietly with motherly tone "Because I care about you, because you are a good pony, because you need this." She ran her hoof down his mane as she said the words.
“But I hit you before.”
Stiletto looks up, remembering the incident. “That was along time ago, Jaxler. We misunderstood one another. I could hardly speak midpony then. You have done many good things for my friends and loves since that day passed.”
“What about Kat?”
The big Alicorn breathed out slowly “Kat is a strong filly. Trust me, I know."
Jaxler sighed. “Thank you.”
Stiletto holds Jaxler close to her breast "You are welcome." She nuzzles him softly.
Jaxler sighed. “So what now?”
Stiletto smiles softly “You can stay here, as long as you need Jaxler. I promise to stay as long as you want me too.”
“Can you stay a little bit longer then?”
Stiletto gently rested her head on Jaxler “Yes.” was all she said as her wings folded around the black furred and red maned pegasus.
Jaxler sighed and started to lean into Stiletto, it actually felt oddly comfortable. After a little while he closed his eyes, and started to sleep.
Post by: jaxler on June 18, 2012, 11:47:31 pm
Jaxler was in the meeting hall in his favorite seat, with a few barrels of booze to his side. He had already finished one, and was having a relatively good time. He was still very lucid, and starting to enjoy himself. He had spent far too long today at the craftspony’s workshop and finally had some time to relax.
Fauchard made his way into the dinning hall. He looked around for the black furred pegasus that Glaive had told him of. Glaive had tried to do this individual a kindness while he was imprisoned, but his work seemed to have failed. Fauchard had not spoken to this Jaxler Blackflutes before, but at his son’s request had decided to speak with him.
After a short time looking he found the stallion partially obscured by a barrel of strong drink. Fauchard approached and said, “Hello Jaxler, Would you mind if I join you?”
Jaxler was surprised to be approached by somepony he didn’t know, much less be called by name. “Oh, I don’t mind. Drinking is always more fun with company, but do you mind me asking how you know my name. You also look a lot like somepony I know.”
Fauchard takes his seat across from Jaxler, “My name is Fauchard, my son, Glaive, visited you in prison daily. He has told me a bit about you, and I thought we could talk. That is all.”
Jaxler shrugged, the story Fauchard told made sense, but the idea of somepony’s father going out of their way to talk with a friend of their sons seemed odd.“Ah, that makes sense. So, is there anything you want to talk about?”
Fauchard looks to the barrel of booze next to Jaxler, and then back to him. "My son is concerned about you. He had hoped that you would give up, or at least cut back on the drink after being released. He took a personal risk...doing what he did for you, and yet the same day you were released you got drunk out of your mind again. Now he feels like it was all for nothing. You have a great potential Jaxler, yet you waste it like this. Why?"
Jaxler looked visibly stressed by the question and his tone was more depressed now with a hint of anger. He was just starting to enjoy himself and now this. “Sir, I’ve been through a lot of shit in my life. Your son’s plan was doomed from the beginning, and I would have told him so, given he asked. I would love more than anything to be able to stop drinking this medicine, but if this was simply an addiction I would have stopped pickling my liver more than a decade ago.”
Fauchard acquired a pint of ale to drink himself, and takes a sip. “I understand, however, I don’t think Glaive did, but I understand that you must have something you want to forget, and that that is why you drink. I understand how such a thing can ruin, even the strongest pony’s, life. But, Glaive tells me you have been in Dawnpick for what, ten years? Whatever it was that happened, is not it time to put it all in the past? Is it not time to move on?”
Jaxler sighed and gazed at Fauchard. “I don’t know you or your son well enough to tell you why, I’m this way or what makes me depressed, but I don’t want to forget anything, and I sure as hell have moved on.”
Fauchard shakes his head and then says, “Jaxler listen to what you are saying. You are contradicting yourself. First you say that you would love to quit drinking your ‘medicine’ but that it is more than an addiction, but now you say that you have moved on from whatever it was that drove you to drink in the first place. Which one is it Jaxler?”
Jaxler gave Fauchard a nasty look before responding. “Have you ever had a scar? Cause’ I have lots of em’ and the Huge one over my kidney isn’t anywhere near the worst.”
Fauchard looks to the scar along his left front leg, remembering his first real fight for his life, in which he earned it. He then quietly thinks back to remember the other, much worse, events of that same day.. “I have a few, but my worst ones are not things I can show.” says the old unicorn solemnly.
Jaxler sighed. “Ya’ know, some scars can be disfiguring?”
Fauchard nods, “Yes.”
“Then please stop harassing me over my drinking problem.”
“All scars fade with time, Jaxler. They might not go away entirely, but they do fade. It is a shame to see you waste yourself like this. Do you not care about the ponies of this town? Do you not want to be able to help them? To protect them?”
Fauchard was doing an effective job of probing Jaxler where he was most sensitive. “I would love nothing more than to protect them. Don’t you dare imply that I don’t.”
Fauchard’s expression and tone grows serious, “Then what happens if one day when you are completely wasted, we are ambushed by Rainbow Coalition soldiers, or Diomedian bandits, or Badger Ponies, or another dragon, or gods forbid, something even worse, and you can’t get up to protect anypony because you drank too much bucking moonshine?”
Jaxler was mad now. “Then... I spose’... Everypony dies.... and I put a bolt in my forehead.” Jaxler then gave Fauchard another nasty look. “Why the hell can’t you stop asking me questions? You're starting to get way too damn annoying.”
Fauchard stands, looking as imposing as he could manage, deciding that what Jaxler needed was a harsher teacher, "I'm trying to help you, fool! Whatever your past was, it doesn't excuse this kind of carrying on. You are a soldier, bucking act like one. Grow a gods damned spine, Jaxler, you don't need this filth." Fauchard knocks Jaxler's mug to the floor. "You can be better than this.”
Jaxler looked Fauchard right in the eye and laughed. If there was one thing Jaxler loved, it was enraging ponies he didn’t like. “Please, be quiet you senile bastard.” Jaxler couldn’t wait to see Fauchard’s reaction and even smiled in anticipation.
Fauchard looks down at Jaxler who is still seated smirking, “You are a coward Jaxler. You admit you have a problem, but instead of rising to face it like a stallion, you cower like a foal. I pity you. Have you not one speck of honor or pride left, in your miserable old husk?” says Fauchard with a look that one might give a small injured animal.
Jaxler still smiled. If his age didn’t enrage him, then assaulting his honor might. “Yeah, at least I’m a self-made man. I didn’t suck off my father’s achievements and waltz around being given handouts and opportunities because I knew somepony famous. I actually have to work, like a grown stallion.”
Fauchard chuckles, "You? A self-made stallion? You are nothing more than a self-made disaster without the backbone to even try and fix yourself. I worked my whole life to get to where I was before I retired, and my father's connections didn't get me one free handout as I climbed my way up the ranks from the very bottom. I earned every position I was ever given. While you couldn't even hack it as a city guard."
Jaxler smiled even wider. He knew exactly how to piss Fauchard off. “Your daughter is a stupid, mindless bastard, whose cruelty and disposition are despicable. How you could allow her to be so vile is beyond my comprehension. And how Glaive turned out so well, with such a rotten parent, is beyond me.”
Fauchard is momentarily stunned that a pony, even one as honorless as Jaxler, would dare to just insult his daughter like that in front of him. He glares at the scoundrel and says, "Take. Back. What, you said about my daughter, or gods help me, you will wake up in the hospital if you wake up at all."
Clearly this pony had no idea of Jaxler’s reputation for being tough as nails. “I never lie, and I’d be a coward if I took it back.” Jaxler then smiled ear to ear, almost waiting to be struck by the pony.
“I did warn you.” Fauchard's horn pluses white with powerful magic, as Jaxler feels a tightening around his throat, followed a powerful pull on his neck yanking his entire body toward the barrel of booze next to the two ponies.
Jaxler was surprised to feel his neck being constricted, but he kept his cool and appeared as if he didn’t even feel the life being choked out of him. The pony was able to fight the force of magic, and picked up the barrel he was being dragged towards and threw it at Fauchard.
Fauchard sidesteps the thrown barrel, while releasing the magical grip on the pony's throat. He flips the table that they had been sitting at and sends it magically flying toward Jaxler trying to pin the black hearted pegasus to the wall.
Jaxler flew directly up upon seeing that the table was being flung at him. The pegasus couldn’t completely dodge the projectile, which managed to hit his lower body, which dropped the pony to the ground.
Fauchard seeing his foe sprawled out on the ground, but still determined to teach the fool a lesson about insulting the Regshetbeth family, raises his left fore-hoof and aims to stomp downward onto Jaxler’s right fore-leg with just sufficient force to shatter the bone.
Jaxler sees a strike coming, but doesn’t try to dodge. The strike shatters his leg and makes a hideous cracking noise, but Jaxler ignored the pain, and threw his left foreleg toward his opponent's head.
Jaxler jumping up so quickly after having his leg broken surprised the old unicorn, and his reflexes not being what they used to, Jaxler’s hoof makes contact. Fauchard manages to roll with the blow a bit and avoids the worst of it, though one of his teeth felt a bit loose, and he would have a bruise there the next day. Fauchard then throws a right hook towards Jaxler.
Jaxler actually tried to dodge this time, and effectively rolled from being on his back to being his belly, but still failed to dodge the hit and instead took the strike to his back, before getting back on all four of his legs.
As Jaxler pulls himself back up Fauchard takes a step back, “Stand down and I won’t hurt you any worse than you already are.”
“You know, I have a high pain tolerance.” Jaxler had to change the way this fight was going. He couldn’t just back down like a coward, and wasn’t about to go down without a fight, but he his leg was near useless. So, he hovered a few inches off the ground. Jaxler then flew as fast as he could toward the older stallion while cocking his hoof back in preparation for a strike.
As Jaxler flew forward the unicorn moved sideways to Jaxler’s left trying to get out of the way. Fauchard’s horn was aglow, and Jaxler felt his wings pressed into his side as if a great weight were placed on them.
Jaxler felt his wings get shut as he collided with the ground. After being stunned for a few moments Jaxler got back on his hooves, while trying not to put any weight on his right foreleg. “Come at me!”
Fauchard lets out an exasperated sigh, as he magics Jaxler’s good front leg out from under him, but releasing his wings to do so.
Jaxler hit his head on the ground as his leg got took from underneath him, but the pony fought the magic and repositioned his leg back on to its original position. the stallion then forced himself back up. “Are you too afraid to actually come at me instead of zapping my leg, you saturated jerk off.”
Fauchard keeps his eyes focused on the pegasus, and allows the insult to pass over him without reaction. "I have no desire to kill you, and you certainly are not a match for me. This fight is over now, you have paid enough for you words. Go see Panacea for your leg and we can forget this happened. Be grateful I am giving you another chance. It is more than I would give to most."
Jaxler wasn’t going to just back down. He never backed down, and now some old geezer said he wasn’t a match for him. Jaxler sighed, when he noticed his crossbow laying a few feet to his side. Apparently it got flung there when the table was flipped. So, Jaxler started to fly toward his weapon.
Fauchard changes his magic once again as Jaxler’s crossbow begins to slide across the floor under a chair and table while wrapped in a pale glow, but Fauchard makes no other actions to stop the pony.
Jaxler was mad; nopony dared touch his weapon without his consent. Jaxler looked back at Fauchard, the pony was visibly pissed out of his mind. The pony then flew top speed at Fauchard, in an attempt slam into the pony and bring him to the ground.
Fauchard had expected the pony to follow the crossbow not fly toward him, he knew he didn’t have time to dodge so he instead braced for impact. The two ponies collided, hard, and tumbled together. Hooves began to fly as the two ponies tumbled together, both taking a number of hard hits, before they stop rolling with Fauchard on top.
Jaxler was now pinned by the old coot, which now had a sizable black eye, which by all means fitted the jackass. “Please get off, I’m 100% straight, and your making me feel uncomfortable, else I’ll have give you another black eye.”
Fauchard had no idea how the pony could still be joking after the beating he had just taken, a part of him wished he’d had a stallion like Jaxler working under him back east, all those years ago. Fauchard stood up and walked away, his back to Jaxler, he spits on the ground, his saliva mixed with a bit of blood, “Go see the Doctor soon if you want to walk on that leg again.” are his only parting words as he makes his way toward the door.
Jaxler got back up. “You're a horrible father and your daughter is sadistic!”
Fauchard turns back to Jaxler righteous fury in his eyes, "And you are an honorless coward, who is too afraid to face himself! And if I'm wrong you will drop this pointless fight and deal with your bucking problems! Or you can keep running from them like a foal and try and hit me again! It is your call, but there will be nopony to blame but yourself, if that is the path you choose to follow."
“If I’m an honorless coward then why don’t you just strike me down?”
"Because Glaive thinks you can be more than that, and I agree with him! You are wasting your potential Jaxler, and it is one of the greatest wastes of pony life I have ever seen. You could be one of the greats if you just stallioned up and dealt with your shit, instead of wallowing in it like a pig."
“I can’t fix myself, and if the gods won’t be kind enough to smite me then please STRIKE ME DOWN!”
Fauchard shakes his head, "You can fix yourself if you want to Jaxler. Ten years, maybe more, you've boozed yourself to near death every night! If you want it better then by the gods try. I can't help you if you won't try and help yourself."
“Do you realize that if I stop drinking, I will get so depressed that I will actively seek my own demise?”
“I’m not saying stop all at once, just reduce it, bit by bit, until you don’t need it anymore. Face whatever horrors you past holds, deal with them, and let them go. You have friends here don’t you? Flux, Glaive, and that Granite colt, if they are really your friends, they will want to help you. Let them help you!”
“If I stop drinking, I die, if I keep drinking I die, and if I fix myself, I’m still going to die before my time.”
"The pony I see before me is as good as dead already. He kills himself each and every night. But if you fix yourself, then Jaxler the pony can live again. All ponies die one day, it's what we do with the time we are given that matters, and we must strive to make those lives worthwhile, not waste them."
“Leave me NOW BEFORE I BUCKING KILL YOU!”
"If you will not help yourself, then what good are you to Dawnpick, Jaxler? If you won't even try, then you are worthless! Face your fears, overcome them and live as a noble warrior of Dawnpick, or die as you live now, a miserable wretch of a pony, and a blight on this town. Those are your only two options. CHOOSE!" Fauchard stomps a hoof on the ground with the last word.
“I can’t fix myself.”
“You can if you want to.” Fauchard turns to walk out again, confident his point had been drilled in deep enough, and that what Jaxler needed now was time to think about it on his own. Content with his victory today he adds, “It has been a pleasant chat Jaxler. Think about what I said. If you want to talk again...You know where to find me.”
“Go to hell.”
Fauchard stops only to right the table he knocked over and to leave a few gold bits on the table as an apology for the mess before exiting through the main door.
Jaxler shrugged as the pony left. Looks like Fauchard gave up, and Jaxler had won. The pony limped over to his where his crossbow was and slung it over his back. He then looked at his hoof, which probably needed surgery. Jaxler sighed, if he couldn’t go drinking, maybe some pain killers from panacea would do the trick.
Post by: jaxler on June 18, 2012, 11:51:21 pm
Jaxler limped over the hospital. He was having a hard time walking with his shattered foreleg, but still preferred it over flying. Once he got to the hospital, he knocked on its main door waited for panacea to answer.
A few moments later the door swung open gently, and Panacea appeared in the opening. “Hello? Oh, Jaxler, is everything...” She sized up the pony in front of her. “Your hoof! Come inside, let me take a look at it!”
Jaxler sighed and limped in. “So... will I be able to use my hoof again?”
She directed him over to a bed to sit on and looked at the injury. The hoof itself was quite badly mangled. “Jaxler, what on earth happened? This is bad... it’s going to take a long time to heal.”
Jaxler shrugged. He wasn’t overly shocked or afraid of the wound. “Meh, bar fight.” Jaxler then got a dumb smirk on his face, “And I won”
Panacea frowned at him and prepared to comment on how “winning” hadn’t gotten him very far, but she knew from his many visits to her in the past that it would go in one ear and come right out the other. She took a closer look at the shattered hoof and grimaced “I see... do you need me to get you something for the pain?” She stood and made for a nearby coffer.
Jaxler tilted his head in confusing. His hoof really didn’t hurt that bad. “What? Pain killer for a little boo-boo like this? Why it hardly even hurts at all.” Of all the ponies in the fort, Jaxler expected Panacea to understand that he could put up with pain.
She paused in her tracks and turned back to him. “Are you sure?” She knew he was pretty stoic, but nopony should be able to ignore that much pain. She trotted back over to him and began examining his skull. “Did you get hit anywhere else? Does your head hurt at all?”
Jaxler srugged. “Yeah I did get hit elsewhere, but I feel completely normal aside from my hoof.”
“Hold still a second,” she asked as she turned his face to meet hers. She took a look into his eyes, and what she saw alarmed her a little. His pupils didn’t seem to be responding to the light properly. “Jaxler... does it look too bright or dark in here right now?”
Jaxler shrugged again, and scratched his head with his good hoof. “Meh, a little bit too light I guess.”
Profound worry worked its way onto Panacea’s face as she urged him to lie down on the bed. “Jaxler, hold on a second, I think you might have taken a hit to the head. I need to make sure it’s not too bad.” She couldn’t quite figure out where he’d been hit though. She didn’t see any bruising or contusions.
Jaxler laid down but didn’t understand why she thought he had any head trauma. “My head doesn’t hurt, and I didn’t get hit that hard.”
“Are you sure?” she asked, still finding no obvious injury. “I’m just worried that you should be feeling a lot more than you are, and your pupils are too dilated.” She furrowed her brow and considers another option. “Wait a second, let me try something.” She taped a hoof on his knee, trying to trigger a reflex.
Jaxler doesn’t react to the tapping and just gives Panacea and irritated glare. “What was that for?”
“Just testing something...” she replied.
Jaxler sighed but kept glaring “Anyway, it’s not like the lack of pain is anything new, I mean I’d expect you to know by now. You did did do emergency surgery on me without any pain killers and I just pretended like it didn’t hurt too much.”
She paused again and looked at the ruined hoof. That was true... but she’d just assumed that he was delirious at the time. She had a hunch, but she’d probably need Chestnut to confirm it. “Jaxler... how long have you been like this?” She pointed at the hoof. “Able to ignore pain like this?”
“Ever since I was I got the white plague, which happened when I was two years old.”
Her eyes opened wide at the revelation. “White plague? No wonder...” She ceased prodding at him and went over to the coffer again to fetch the supplies she sought earlier. When she returned, she said, “The white plague causes widespread, general nerve damage. You lived through it, which is rare... but it means you won’t get any worse at least.” She began examining his hoof to see where to begin and said, “You’re a very lucky pony...”
“If I was lucky I wouldn’t have gotten it.” Jaxler wouldn’t really consider himself lucky in any sense of the word. “Anyway, what do you mean by it causes nerve damage?”
She set to cleaning his hoof from the dried blood and said, “It usually kills the ponies who catch it, because it kills your nerves. Like for your heart or diaphragm. In your case, I think it must have mostly damaged the nerves in your skin.” She started gently reshaping his crushed hoof and said, “Like the pain receptors in your skin. Although a few deeper nerves too, from the looks of it. This should hurt a lot...”
Jaxler grimaced at the feeling of his hoof being fixed. “Really? I just assumed that if you get hit enough times you just adapt or some shit like that.” Jaxler then diverted his eyes to his mangled leg and hoof, and realized something. “Are you sure it was just the skin? I’ve always had a difficult time dodging and have had a slow reaction time.”
Panacea nodded and began applying the first layer of dressing to the hoof. “Yes... that’s all consistent with the white plague too. Most of the damage is dermal... but not all. Some of your deeper nervous tissue is damaged too, like some of your reflexes. You’re pretty lucky to be able to walk, actually.”
“Really?” Jaxler’s had a looked shocked. “D-Does that mean I can’t be in the reserves anymore? and if I keep on drinking could it kill me. You said something about this effecting my heart, and I know booze lowers your heart rate.”
“Well, your condition shouldn’t get any worse, at least,” she said, gingerly layering on more dressings. “It’s true that your heart is probably weakened from this, but if you’ve managed this long it’s probably not bad. Still, drinking is doing irreparable damage to the rest of your body, so as your doctor of course I have to ask you to drink less.” She began applying wet plaster to form a cast and added, “If you wanted to get out of the reserves though, I’m sure Indigo would accept that as a reason. The health risk is... nonzero.”
Jaxler sighed. “I’d prefer to stay... you don’t plan on having them kick me out, me do you?”
She shook her head as she continued to work. “No, I think you’ll be alright. Just letting you know that it’s not without risk, and you could leave if you wanted to.”
Jaxler sighed again when he she said she wouldn’t force him out of the reserve. “Well, I guess that’s why I’m a markspony and not an axepony.”
Panacea nodded as she applied yet another layer of dressing and plaster. “Yes, that would be better.” She frowned at how her progress was going. “And you’re going to need to stay off of your hoof for a while. You’ll need the cast for a month or two at least.”
Jaxler didn’t like the idea of his leg and hoof being in a cast for so long, but figured he could wait. “So, how much of the other feelings should I feel? I don’t feel much pain, ever but what about everything else?”
“I’m not sure, actually,” she answered honestly. “I would expect everything to feel less strongly. Pressure, heat, things like that. Of course you probably wouldn’t really know the difference if you’ve been this way since you were a foal.”
“Well, I guess.” Jaxler then looked down at his cast. “Are you about done?”
She nodded and checked her hoofwork. “Yes, I think so. We just need to let the cast harden, and you’ll have to stay off of it as much as you can for a while.”
Post by: Dsarker on June 19, 2012, 12:54:22 am
Friesden was at home, having finished her daily effort. She was waiting patiently for her father to come home, now, and was as happy as she might be reasonably expected to be.
The door rattles as Fauchard fiddles with the lock, when it opens Friesden sees that her father is sporting a new black eye, a large bruise on the opposite cheek and a number of other minor scrapes and bruises along his upper body.
“Dad? Dad, what happened?” Friesden asks in alarm, rushing over to her father.
Fauchard smiles, though it hurts a bit to do so. “I had a chat with Jaxler Blackflutes, I think it went rather well.” he says with a chuckle, he makes his way inside, placing his axe on its proper resting place and taking a seat by his table.
“What do you mean, Dad? You’re hurt! What kind of chat did you have with Jaxler?” Friesden asks, still not calmed by her father’s attempt to shrug off the injuries on him.
“Oh, I’m not hurt that bad dear. Jaxler is much worse shape. He’s probably in the hospital right now...Anyway, your brother has been trying to help Jaxler with his problem. It wasn’t going well, so he asked me to talk to him. He...was resistant, and started insulting the family, and we got in a bit of a fight. Still, I think some of what I said afterwards got through to him. There might be hope for him yet.” Fauchard finishes still smiling.
“Dad, why’d you get into a fight just over him insulting the family? He’s a friend of Glaive’s...What aren’t you telling me?” Friesden continues to pester him
Fauchard’s smile fades, “Ah, well, it was mostly the things he said about you that...uh, triggered the fighting. I gave him a chance to take them back, you understand. But he would not.”
“Why?” Friesden asks. “What did he say about me?”
Fauchard hesitated, he wasn’t sure if he should repeat Jaxler’s words, but with the number of ponies who probably saw their fight, it would probably get back to her anyway, he reasoned. “He...He called you and I quote, ‘a stupid, mindless bastard, whose cruelty and disposition are despicable.’ Not the cleverest of insults I admit but an unforgiveable one. Though I made sure he paid his price for it fairly.”
Friesden’s face freezes for a second, before she forces a change. “If it was an insult to me, then shouldn’t I have been the one to repay him for it?”
Fauchard shrugged, “If you had been there I would have certainly thought that appropriate, but you were not, so I defended the honor of our family in your stead. Would you have done different if somepony insulted Falchion or Balisong, in front of you?”
“...No.”
Fauchard glances out his window for a moment then looks back at Friesden. “I did still send Jaxler to the hospital...If they arrest me for this, can you look after our new home while I’m downstairs?”
“I...I could go instead of you. It was...It was an insult to me, not you.”
Fauchard shakes his head, “No, even if Jury would permit that. I would not allow you to suffer in my place. If they come for me I will serve whatever punishment they give me. Just take care of the house...and polish my axe while I’m away. Okay?”
“If...If that’s what you want, dad...” says Friesden.
“Thank you Friesden. Now, could you please go and fetch me a bucket of cold water from the water purifier and a clean washcloth? Some of these are starting to sting a bit.”
Friesden nods, and heads off to get the requested items.
As Fauchard sits and waits for his daughter to return, he looks around their home. He didn’t expect Jaxler to press charges, but if he did, he’d miss their new home in the keep.
Friesden soon returned, carrying the bucket of water and washcloth. “Dad? I...I’m back.”
Fauchard forces a smile, “Ah, thank you Friesden.” he says as he uses his magic to take the bucket and move it over next to him.
“So...Um...” Friesden says as she dips the washcloth in the water before washing the cuts. “Do you think they’ll...They’ll actually arrest you?”
Fauchard shrugs, “I don’t know. I don’t think Jaxler would press charges, but we did cause a disturbance and he was seriously hurt. I suppose it’ll be up Jury and Captain Partisan.”
“Okay...I...I... I don’t want to lose you, Dad...”
Fauchard reaches out a forehoof to embrace Friesden. “I won’t be going anywhere. Even if they do arrest me, it won’t be for long, and I’ll be right downstairs. Okay?”
Friesden hugs Fauchard tight. “I...O-o-o-o-okay. Y-y-y-you won’t leave me, right?”
Fauchard returns the hug, “You are my family Friesden, and so long as I breathe I will never abandon my family.”
“O-o-o-o-okay, Dad. I’ll visit you as often as I can!” Friesden says through the tears beginning to well up in her eyes.
“Friesden...Please don’t cry about this...We don’t even know what will happen yet. Probably nothing will come of it, and even if it does, it won’t be for long. A strong warrior like you shouldn’t shed tears over me.”
“I-I-I know, but...First my...father...kicked me out...then...Then Glyph left me...I don’t want to lose you, too!”
“I promise I won’t leave you. I could never leave you.”
“T-t-t-t-thank you, Dad...I...I love you, dad.”
“I love you too, Friesden.”
Post by: Psalms01 on June 19, 2012, 02:26:33 am
The book is bound in Chestnuts and pages are transmuted rope reed paper.
The pen-pony-ship is in broad strokes, resembling calligraphy, but is full of errors.
> 2st Hematite, 263
I am content to write that I have been accepted into Dawnpick’s tactical reserves and because of my preceding through proper channels; I was waved in without any hassle. Mayor Longshot was friends with both the Duchess and Military commander, this allowed much of their side of the paper work to be done, and all that was left was my signature. This left some time for the reserve captain and I to talk as we fetch my equipment. My work outside of the reserves came up and he had to say this; "You are like a grease in a mechanism, that makes it run smoother" and "eventually you'll find something to be good at, focus your efforts there and let some other ponies do what you do now." That concept was both blood-curdling and ludicrous, but I held my tongue, the idea of me being limited to one ‘something’ is not in my will.
> 1st Galena, 263
I spent much of the days within the barracks, only left for nourishment and to drill. There were times when we were ordered to station, peculiar not for combat, but to assist at a wedding. I mostly washed the dishes before and after the party and enjoyed doing so, even if I am not one to take pleasure in playing in water. Another deployment came too late and was questionable as to how the Forgotten Beast found its way into the mines. I proceeded to navigate the mines in discretion and found a huge breach in the caverns, 23 levels down from the surface. Also, I note a many staircases that allow ponies to walk down into the open air of the caverns and causes a reaction of fear in me when I tread down or up them. Why these ponies seem to forget that they could have built the stairs in some other fashion is above me, maybe they are endeavoring to set an architectural example for the rest of the kingdom.
> 19th Galena, 263
A dark odious cloud drifted over Dawnpick today, some-ponies are burning something and the smoke is smothering the east side of Dawnpick. The barracks, wood burners, keep and east tenements were covered in the blackish-blue haze. I avoided the areas and many others did too.
> 21th Galena, 263
Many of the ponies are acting peculiar and look different, many have locked themselves in their homes. My best guess is that a afflict is present and the ponies are just sick, it would be better for them to proceed to the infirmary then keep it in their homes. I took to wearing a mask to keep from getting ailed myself and to keep others from catching something from myself if I was sick.
> 26th Galena, 263
Today I worked with bee’s wax, made a figure of seven ponies journeying to Dawnpick, as how I imagine it. Only two of the founders I have committed to memory, Halberd and Longshot, the rest I asked around and done my best. Oil Mace, my squad-mate stated I done a find job, but I disagree. We do not use much of the wax because it goes to the metal workers for modeling material. Any reminder of wax was used to make candles, which was soothing to make. Also we were to move onto making wax tablets for the school and management but ran out of wax; no harm was caused by this oversight as Dawnpick had enough unused tablets and paper.
> 2nd Limestone, 263
Working with metal is dangerous and grueling, a novice I most certainly am. Cuppers, which are used to protect a pony’s flank is mostly easy to form. Peytrals protects the chest and is difficult to make as it connects to other barding. Chanfron lies atop the head and protects it; making one is beyond my knowledge at this moment. When it comes to statues and other objects, I do fine, just make a cast and let the metal cool. Axes are fun to watch being made too, especially when made by your own steel-shoed hooves.
> 1st Sandstone, 253
Done with metalworking, I return to working the fields and tending to the animals as I did with my family before immigrating to Dawnpick. I was disturbed by the condition of the animals, gazers need open plains, not lead cages. Toms in the cellar to catch vermin and female cats close to the butcher-shop along with bitches and pups, so the population does not get out of hoof. Others might oppose with this and say that it is malicious and/or tedious, but if it is their well, then so be it. Also dogs and pups that are capable of being trained should be placed near the kennels. Regardless, I sent a note with the strange mandate desiring goats’ milk, stating that the conditions for many of the animals is detrimental to their health and un-pony-like.
> 14th Limestone, 263
Grown bored of working with animals and the land especially seeing the bad treatment of the animals. I moved to make charcoal and used the fuel to smelt metal bars, lost count after four. Also worked some glass at some point, but otherwise made nothing of significance.
> 8th Timber, 263
I enjoy reserve’s training and make the best of it, unlike the rest of my unit, but I can pull their weight too. I stack up well with the others, Indigo is an adequate fighter, however becomes rusty during down time, the stallion is more competent with a Crossbow. Jaxler is better all around, but lacks grace and at times forgets to dodge. Oil Mace is competent, nothing more to say there; Castiron and Midnight are around my level. I much prefer to spar with ponies from the other branches of Dawnpick’s military, except for Indigo and Jaxler. Also, something embarrassing happen when trying to train with a crossbow; I got my lips caught in the string or mechanism and we had to have Panacea get me unstuck. Resting up from that and allows me to write this entry.
Post by: L1wW on June 20, 2012, 10:23:31 pm
((L1wW: Sorry for the inconvenience))
(http://i1135.photobucket.com/albums/m638/bradshja/JaxlerAvatar-1.jpg) (http://dl.dropbox.com/u/74348879/Dawnpick/Adult%20Granite%20Avatar.JPG) and also Patina
Jaxler was having a really fun time right now. He was sparring with Granite. Though the usual problem of Granite being exceptionally fast was still present, Jaxler still could take most his hits. Jaxler then flung one of his hooves at Granite.
Granite saw the blow coming and ducked out of the way. “Getting slow old man?” Granite taunted. “I thought you were faster than this, being the star of the reserves and all!”
“Learn to take a hit before you get so damn annoying.” Jaxler then charged the earth pony, with intent to tackle him.
Granite got bold at this moment. Instead of jumping to the side with a very high success rate, Granite took a risk, a flashy risk he’s been working on for the past week. He quickly performed what only could be described as the pony equivalent of a cartwheel and essentially cartwheeled to his left, his tail almost getting clipped by Jaxler’s charge. Of course he botched the dismount and fell on his ass almost a meter from Jaxler.
Jaxler saw the prone pony and pounced on the downed pony.
Granite pulled himself out of his daze and quickly rolled onto his back and flipped himself upright a half a meter back and braced himself for Jaxler’s tackle.
Jaxler jumped Granite and tried to pin him to the ground.
Granite gracefully jumped back and watched Jaxler fall at his hooves. “Come on Jaxler, you can do better than that! It shouldn’t be this hard to bring a pony like me down!”
Jaxler got up, got into a fighting stance. “Hey, you know what would be fun?!” Jaxler then pulled a bolt out of his quiver and broke its tip off. “This should hurt like hell!” Jaxler then put the blunt headed bolt into his crossbow and aimed at Granite.
Granite saw the blunt bolt loaded and went wide eyed. He reacted in the best way he could by sliding beneath Jaxler’s crossbow and kicking him in the chin. He then rolled to his right and tried getting up, not looking to see Jaxler’s reaction.
Jaxler had no reaction and just shot the blunt bolt at Granite.
Granite felt a sharp pain in his back. “Gah! Damn you and your pain tolerance!” Granite yelped into the sky. He quickly turned around and charged Jaxler.
Jaxler laughed and let Granite charge him.
Granite side stepped to his right and brought his left foreleg up and wrapped it around Jaxler’s neck then used the momentum from the charge to lift and drop Jaxler on his ass in a graceful clothes-line style slam. Granite then kicked Jaxler in the ribs and laughed back at him.
Jaxler got up, looking like that didn’t hurt at all. He then pulled out another bolt cracked its tip of an loaded it. “You ready for another hit?”
“You suck...” Granite braced himself for the shot and bent his hind legs slightly, watching Jaxler intently.
Jaxler shot his bolt, aiming right between Granite’s eyes.
Granite saw the trigger activate and like a frog preparing to jump to a branch, he sprung into the air from his back legs over the bolt and at Jaxler. Lucky enough for Granite, the bolt flew just below his groin and he managed to dive directly for Jaxler.
Jaxler flew at Granite who was now in mid air, hoping to grapple the pony in mid air.
With outstretched forelegs, Granite pulled Jaxler into a hug and used his superior weight and momentum to slam Jaxler back to the ground. He then starts pinning Jaxler down.
Jaxler started to flap his wings, hoping to lift both himself and Granite off the ground, while also attempting to head butt Granite.
Granite tucked his head into his chest and lifted his lower body straight into the air. He then shifted his weight so that his body would fall forward, hopefully causing himself to be upright and Jaxler would be sent head first into the ground.
Jaxler hit the ground head first, but got back up, when he spotted something in the bush nearby. “Da’ hell?” Jaxler then loaded his crossbow and pointed at the bush, he wasn’t going to get stabbed by another badger. “Get out badger else I’ll put a sizable bolt in your skull!”
Granite stops himself from preparing to slam Jaxler into a nearby statue and looks over to the bush. “Something there?” He asks to nothing in particular.
“Yep, last time I thought there was something in a bush and we were sparring I got a dagger in my chest. NOW BUCKING SHOW YOURSELF!”
Patina made a little surprised sound when Granite called out
“Uh...N-No?” she called back from her hiding spot meekly
Jaxler then shot his bolt into the ground. “Okay, come out of your hiding place.”
Granite looks at the bush with slight curiosity.
“Heh, Oh gods.. Hi Granite, Its me, Patina. You know, the girl next door?” she said nervously
“Of course I know who you are, but the question is why are you in a bush?” Granite asks.
Jaxler sighs. “She was spying on us obviously. I’ve had my eye on this bush since we started sparring, and think she’s stalking me.”
What? No,no you got it all wrong!” she said, sweating bullets “I just dropped something in the bush.” she lied through her teeth “Something for Granite, actually...”
“You dropped something for me in the bush?” Granite asks. He started to walk over to Patina.
“I don’t like it when ponies lie to me.”
She hands Granite a stone statue of a pony fighting a fell beast “I heard about what happened to Arbalest and I just made a little something.” she mumbled out, unable to unlock her eyes from Jaxler’s leering scowl
“If... uh... Jaxler’s freaking you out a bit, just try to ignore him. And... uh, thanks for the statue thingy? Arbalest facing off against the thing that horribly killed him... nice... I guess...” Granite said.
‘Oh no, he hates it. He hates it! what are you doing! You are blowing it!’ she thought
Jaxler lowers his hateful gaze. “Aye Granite. You should totally ask her out.”
Granite does his best to hide a faint blush, he quickly shakes it off. “Yeah, right...”
“Aye, she just gave you a gift, after stalking you around. She’s totally into you.” Jaxler then looked at the little stalker. “If Granite asked you out right now, would you say yes?”
“Jaxler what the buck are you talking about?” Granite asked, slightly confused by Jaxler.
Patina’s eyes bounced between the two frantically “Would I? I -Uh I-I- *Ugh*” She vomits on Jaxler's hooves from nerves
Jaxler puts on his best poker face as his hooves get covered in nastiness. “Yeah, she’s way into you. Hell, she’s so into you she actually gets ill at the thought of you not liking her.”
Granite stares expressionless at the scene. His face is a mix of humor, disgust, happiness, and a bit of affection; but mainly disgust. He remains silent.
Jaxler then poked Granite, trying to snap him out of his trance.
“I am so-so sorry! I-I-” she turns her head away and wants to just run straight out of the fort and start a new life in another one out of embarrassment
Granite snaps out of it and pulls Patina into a light hug. He tries to say something but can’t come up with anything, instead he awkwardly hugs her and tries not to appear disgusted or attempt to punch Jaxler in the face for his remarks.
She accepted the hug numbly, her eyes as wide as dinner plates
Granite’s eyes flash with a sudden realization. Granite breaks the hug. “Did Clear Skies put you up to this?”
“Sienna and Clear, actually...”
“So this is just another one of Clear’s pranks to tick me or Jaxler off for some random ass reason again, isn’t it?” Granite said, starting to get frustrated.
“No!, No that’s not it at all!” she said, confused “I do like you! It wasn’t a prank! I-” her heart was about to explode out of her chest “I always do this! I always screw up everything.. I’ll just go...”
“Patina...” Granite says. “I’m sorry... please don’t go...” He tries to hug her again.
“This... was the worst way to say ‘I love you’ in the history books” she returns the hug
“Trust me, it could always be worse...” Granite pauses, enjoying the moment. “Would you be angered with me if say, Jaxler and I were to beat the crap out of Clear Skies in the near future?”
Patina slides her bang back “Oh, boy is that a loaded question. On one hoof, Yes. absolutely yes. No one has it coming more than him. On the other, He Is my brother... I think he’ll figure out why you’d knock his lights out.”
“So you wouldn’t be that mad at me?” Granite asks. “Jaxler, I think we’re in business!” Granite quickly adds, “Um, if that’s okay with you Patina...”
“If it is I’ll go find a reasonably blunt chair.” says Jaxler
Patina knew there was a reason she liked Granite “ Really?? you would do that? If you did that I would, um..” she grinned evilly “Just do what you do best.”
“Jaxler get the chair, it’s beatdown time.” Granite says.
“Wait, wait, if we’re going to start a fight, we don’t want to just walk up to him and smack him around. For legal reasons is best if we have him attack us, and say it was all in self defense.”
“It’s Clear, how hard would it be to piss him off? Any suggestions Patina?” Granite asked.
Patina raised her hoof to her chin in thought “Hmm, I think the best time would be at around seven in the afternoon, that’s when he tries to mellow out... He’s been trying this whole new tai-chi routine...”
“So insult his thai noodle thing and he’ll get PO’ed?” Jaxler then gets a smirk. “If we got til’ seven I might as well get my brass horseshoes.”
“You still have those?” Granite asked. “Anyway, would mentioning us being together get to him, or is it not that simple?”
“C’mon, It’s Clear we're talking about, just walking in the door would probably do it”
“Well, Granite, you gonna bring your chain?”
“Yeah about that, I think Indigo confiscated that thing, either that, or it’s buried under all the crap in my apartment...” Granite said. “Also I think that would be a bit overkill.”
“Meh, You obviously haven’t given out many random beatings.”
“Indeed I have not.” Granite responds. “But really, how much could Clear do to us?”
“Let him get a good few shots in, ask him to stop, then we flatten his sorry ass.”
“But, you're not going to put him in the hospital, right? Just a smack up the head, Okay?”
Patina asked worriedly
“Don’t worry Patina, we’ll control ourselves and just give him a few bruises... okay?” Granite spoke.
Patina pecked Granite on the cheek “Thanks, Hero.”
Granite blushes slightly. “Don’t worry Patina, we got this! Jaxler, lets go take care of anything else we got to do.” Granite and Jaxler walk off and prepare for the ensuing beatdown.
Post by: jaxler on June 21, 2012, 08:09:19 pm
(https://dl.dropbox.com/u/49097621/FluxAvatar.jpg)(http://i1135.photobucket.com/albums/m638/bradshja/JaxlerAvatar-1.jpg)
Jaxler was in the meeting hall. He had a barrel of moonshine and was sitting in his favorite seat. The pony had every reason to be happy today. Most other ponies celebrated their birthdays but Jaxler really didn’t seem to care that much, he even seemed more somber.
Flux hums to himself as he enters the dining hall, his lute slung over his back. He had been practicing his music, trying to find the perfect way to merge a few of the songs, and now was a bit thirsty. As he notices Jaxler, he waves at him and walks over. “Heya jaxler! How’re you doing?”
Jaxler shrugged, “Meh, how about you?”
Flux tilts his head slightly at that. “Just ‘Meh’?”
Jaxler sipped some booze. “Yeeaahh... Just meh.”
Flux sits down across from his friend. “Why meh? Something bad happen?”
“Nope. Just today is kinda annoying.”
“...Thursday?”
“Not that... how old do you think I am?”
Flux thinks for a moment. “Hmm... 50?”
“Today I turned 80.”
Flux smiles at his friend. “Oh! Happy birthday, Jaxler!”
Jaxler shrugged. “Thanks... you honestly thought I looked like I was 50?”
Flux shrugs as well. “I’m not very good with ages. I wish I knew it was your birthday, though. I could have gotten you something.”
“Well, its fine. You don’t need to get me anything just because I’m one year closer to kicking the bucket.”
Flux chuckles at Jaxler. “But I want to celebrate another of having you as a friend!”
Jaxler sighed, “Well, I guess that’s a nicer way of looking at today.”
Flux nods, wondering if he could do anything for Jaxler’s birthday, then smiles as he figures it out.
“Um... why are you smiling like that?”
Flux simply unslings his lute and makes sure it’s still in tune. “Because I know what I’m going to do for your birthday, Jaxler. You know I like to write music, yes?”
Jaxler titled his head. “Uh, yeah. Do you plan on playing something?”
Flux nods, satisfied that the lute is still tuned propperly. “Your song.”
Now Jaxler’s curiosity was peaked. “I have a song?”
Flux nods and closes his eyes, focusing on the music. The song starts quiet, like a secret that must be kept. Despite the lack of volume, it has a theme of adventure, of self-sufficiency and inner strength. Soon, a heavy and urgent theme rolls over the introduction, seeming to snuff out the first melody under a marching beat. It passes, and the opening theme returns, stronger and determined, though carrying a heavy undercurrent of sorrow. It continues for a time, and the opening theme undergoes several subtle changes, sometimes growing more wild, other times becoming its own version of a marching tune, and always carrying that current of sadness.
After a time, another quiet theme joins in, a timid and subtle theme that slowly grows more bold with the first theme. They play through strains of excitement and of enhanced sorrow, but each helps the other through the changes in the song, and eventually a third theme joins in: beautiful and straightforward. The timid theme fades slightly as the new harmony helps the original melody, the sorrowful undertone fading. The song fades out there, as the beautiful harmony and original melody continue, seeking to banish the subtle sorrow.
Jaxler listened quietly to the song, smiling more and more as the song went on. “...damn... that was pretty neat.”
Flux opens his eyes and smiles. “It’s your song, heh. And it’s still a work in progress. It’s a good song, Jaxler. Because you’ve lived a good life. You have your dark times, but you’ve always gotten through them. And I hope you get more happy times.”
Jaxler’s smile managed to get a little bit bigger. “Well thanks.. make sure you give me the finished version once it’s done.”
Flux chuckles and shakes his head. “It’s your song, Jaxler. It won't be finished until you are.”
Jaxler chuckles as well. “If I keep on dodging the proverbial bolt as much as I do, I might never die.”
“The only thing better than a good song is a long good song.”
Jaxler sipped some of his booze. “That would be true.”
Post by: zomara0292 on June 22, 2012, 05:37:25 pm
If it weren’t for the recent losses, They would have been more ambitious with their request. Non-the-less, the walls were draped with silk cloth dyed mid-purple, the floors, carpeted with midnight blue wool, and the tables were covered with plant fiber cloths, painted a deep dark magenta. The dining hall was decorated with carefully chosen statues, which were positioned and repositioned constantly. Tableware and food was switched from table to table, filling the whole room with wonderful aromas. While Partisan busied himself actually doing things, Jury stood on the sidelines of the whole affair, armed with parchment and quill and occasionally snapping at nearby ponies to do their jobs properly. Jury was without a doubt that, under her watchful gaze, not one thing could go wrong.
Jury has convinced Virtue her to allow her to have several statues moved, hoping to make it look like the Gods themselves had orchestrated the events that lead to their union. She managed to talk Virtue into having two sculptures, one of Kashez and one of Dan, moved to the background. It was enough to appease Jury, so she left to spearhead the many other tasks yet to be started.
While Jury was busy with yelling out command after command to Stiletto, who was, to her irritation, dancing the statues from one place to another, Partisan was making sure, that the food and festivities were all up to Jury’s standards, busying himself far from Jury, while she was in her perfectionistic tirade. He watched over the food preparation, adding his meager aid to Marilee’s well rounded talents. It didn’t take long for him to become a burden, though, and he was sent off. He took that chance to prepare other portions of the festivities, such as barely managing to yet again convince Flux to play his piccolo and making sure that he himself were ready for his new responsibilities.
As the sun began to set, the time of the wedding neared. The Ponies, young and old alike, intermingled and conversed as they filed the intricately designed room. Barrels of alcohol were put behind a counter, manned by Indigo, to keep the supplies from running out. Partisan and Marilee were busy spreading out the food that was made on all the tables in puzzling arrangements. Jury, on the other hoof, spent her time checking, double checking, and triple checking that everything was in place.
Zearoth looked around, seeming a little awestruck from the impressive arrangement. Having been the first time he’s seen anything this beautiful. Mostly keeping to himself, he wondered about, sometimes nodding to anypony that looked to him.
“Hello again Zearoth. Are you have a good time?” Said Stiletto stepping up from the left.
Zearoth looked to the large Alicorn and gave a modest bow.”Yes. This is... More than anything I’ve ever seen before. It’s amazing.” He replied.”And you? Enjoying yourself?” Zearoth asked as he turned to face her.
Stiletto nodded “I am enjoying myself, but I still do not understand these, weddings? yes that is the word.” She puts a hoof under her chin.
Zearoth cocked a brow at the ponies words.”You’ve never heard of a wedding before? Well...”Zearoth thought for a moment and decided that he would try to explain it, to the best of his abilities anyway.”A wedding is when two ponies that are deeply in love decide to bind to each other, in a way. To forever love each other and be one as a couple.”Zearoth said before rubbing the back of his head with a forhoof.”Sorry if it still doesn’t make sense... I never was good at describing things.”
“You are not the first to try to explain this. It sounds to me much like the declaration of a title, but the only title you seem to be declaring is ganz besondere Liebe.” Stiletto tapped her hoof on the ground.
“Ganz besondere Lieb? You’ll have to excuse me. I don’t think I’ve ever heard any language like that before.”Zearoth said in reply. For a well worded pony, he was still rather simple in knowledge.”Do you.. Know how to translate it?”
Stiletto giggled. “Highpony, the language of my homeland, and as close as midpony can come is ‘very special love’. It is not a very good translation.” She rolled her eyes.
Zearoth gave a nod.”It’s fine. I’m sure I can get what it means if I think on it. I guess where you’re from it’s not common for one pony to vou themselves to another pony they love in this way?”He asked.
“Speaking the title is enough. The thing that feels the most odd is, the fact that ponies here only do this once.” Stiletto furrowed her brow.
Zearoth again quirked his brow.”Well marriage is meant to be between two ponies that love each other. Isn’t it?”He asked seeming slightly confused.
“I have no idea,” Stiletto looked to the side.
Zearoth leaned in a little as she looked away.”You okay? I... I didn’t offend you, did I? I’m sorry if I did.”He said in a sincere tone of voice.
Stiletto looks back at Zearoth “You did not offend me. I am simply am a little embarrassed at my lack knowledge. The fact that nopony seems to be able to explain is also... confusing? no, that is not quite right, frustrated... umm no, midpony must have a word I do not know.”
“I think you might be looking for ‘Irritating’. I might be able to explain better if I learned more about your own ways, though... It’d at least give us more to talk about.”Zearoth said with a bit of a smile.
“Each Deutschmeiner has many Liede. One for being you and one for each point of your excellence.” Stiletto looked a little worried.”Do you understand, Sir Zearoth.”
Zearoth thought for a little.”So... Your people, the Deutschmeiner, are allowed to be in love with one pony, but are also allowed to be in love with more, if they do what ever it take to gain the... Excellence?”Zearoth asked. Hoping he was hearing Stiletto right.
Stiletto nodded “Yes, that is as close as we can come with midpony. ”
Zearoth thinks of her words a little. Trying to think of how to apply them to an explanation.”I think it’s just how different we might be to the Deutschmeiner. I think to most one pony is only allowed to love another pony. Well.. In a relationship I mean. And... Sometimes those relationships can end, and couples would break up for one reason or another. But if their love prevails and they feel like they want to love only each other forever more, then they might get married. Declaring that ‘I’m yours, and you are mine.’.”He said. Hoping this was a better crack at explaining it.
“It is the one pony thing that I truly do not understand. Do you all think you only deserve one?” Stiletto looked at the Earthpony quizzically.
Midnight noticed the two ponies talking. He walks up to the two of them as he pulls his hood down, and he pauses himself from talking, letting the two continue their conversation.
Zearoth blushed a little and looked away.”I... I’m not even sure if I’m worth one...”He said in a low tone of voice.”But... In our culture we think that having one pony is something special. We do call them ‘special somepony’ for a reason. Because for us, once someone has a love, others can’t love him the same. Just the one special pony can.”
“That is absurd. Of course they can have more than one. Love is stronger than that.” Stiletto scoffs.
“Mind if I ask what you two are talking about?” Midnight asks as he looks at the two ponies.
Zearoth seems a little worried he had irritated Stiletto. He looked to Midnight as he heard his question.”Me and miss Stiletto were discussing marriage, and relationships. Her people have a very... Different, view of things.”He replied.
“As jealousy is the worst crime a pony can commit, we do not allow such things as encouraging it. Nor would we ever allow one pony to own another.” Stiletto states flatly.
Zearoth turned his focus back to the conversation.”Own? It’s not like that at all. It’s just... It isn’t like they’re slaved to each other. Just they’re bound by marriage to love each other. Just how some cultures are.”
“Love does not need to be forced. You know it is there, when you share in one another's excellence it is that much easier.” Stiletto looks to Midnight “Do you understand?” she said with a sympathetic tone.
“Yes, I think I see what you mean, and why it’s hard for you to understand the reasoning behind marriage.” Midnight replies as he looks up at the mare.
Zearoth gives a nod.”It’s just a matter of what you were taught... Different cultures just think differently and, for some, it’s hard for them to change from what they’ve been living with knowing.”
“I really do not think I should need to change to understand this.” Stiletto said, slightly flustered. She quickly shakes her head “Over all, it does not seem so important.” She clops her hooves on the ground “Let us forget this. Who would like to be first to dance?”
Zearoth gave a nod as Stiletto said to leave the subject be. Though promptly blushed at her question.”I’d love to. Just... Forgive me if I’m not the best dancer.”
“That will be all right.” Stiletto smiled.”I will lead.” With that she trotted slowly out onto the floor.
Zearoth followed Stiletto as they walked onto the floor. Pushing away his nervousness as he got ready to dance.
Midnight chuckled a little at Zearoth’s reactions, before walking off to see if he could find another pony to talk to, while the others danced.
Amber was invited to attend a ostentatious wedding marked with what she thought was boring imported dyed cloths and distastefully arranged statues. What the mare was there for was the food and she was not waiting for the ceremony’s end to devour the buffet. She sneakily walks on the tip of her hooves towards the platters until she was stopped by a silver white mane Pegasus.
“Don’t touch that, please.” He said with a serious face plastered on. He was scared beyond measure now. He had just minutes to be in place and he was still trying to make sure everything was right.
“There will be plenty of food later, if you can bare to wait a little longer.” He walked off as quickly as he came, knowing that, If he were late, Jury would have his hide as a new purse.
Amor was setting across the table from Jaxler and was at one point, Amber too, but the other Unicorn mare let the peach mane mare trot off, knowing that somepony would catch her. Amor was half content sitting there talking with Jaxler, but wishing Indigo was there with her. A mug of red applejack was set down before her, but she waved off her favorite liquor. “This is Jury’s and Partisan’s day, not mine.” She said and turned to look at Jaxler who was giving death glances at the happy newlyweds to-be. “Are you not enjoying yourself Jaxler?” Amber soon rejoins them in half-defeat, munching on giraffe fillet.
Jaxler sighed. Somehow, being present at one of the happiest moments in the life of a pony that had put him through hell, really didn’t seem that spectacular. The only reason why he came over was because that backstabbing jackass Partisan wanted to make amends, and because he knew there would be free booze. “Nope.”
The mason-pony’s ears lay back and she look towards around, all the other ponies were enjoying themselves. This is a special day for us all, we should enjoy the joys of one another. She thinks as she looks at her red dress and back at Jaxler. “You could find something about this you could enjoy?”
Jaxler sighed again. “I guess I could get drunk.” drinking his mind away seemed to be the only way the uncomfortable little pony could enjoy himself. “You got any better ideas?”
“What's drinking? A mere pause from thinking. What best to be aware with a friend that takes your awareness away from life’s troubles?” The mare questions as she looks over to Jaxler “You could talk with me, is that better than booze?”
Jaxler sighed for a third time. “I rarely take my mind of life’s troubles, no matter who i’m with...” Jaxler then glared at the demonic creature that his old captain was about to marry. “You do realize that I’m at the wedding of the one pony who stabbed me in the back on more than one occasion and the pony who personally tormented me, and that the only reason why I’m here is because the back stabber seems to want to make amends.”
Amor was about to say something, but the wedding song begins, she looks towards the couple and Mayor Longshot. Of the obviously foolish there are but two: those who commit suicide and those who keep their mind drowned by drink. Jaxler gets up and takes his place with the groom, leaving the two mares there at the table.
The room silences as Flux begins to play. It was just a simple song he happened to pick up somewhere, but it served it purpose in leading out Jury. THe hush turns into a handful of stifled gasps as she walks out. Her beauty is astounding within the gown that was made for her and Partisan himself looks like nothing more than an added accessory, standing at her side. They both reach their place with Longshot in between And Partisan eyeing his bride to be.
“Do you, Partisan, take Jury to be your lawfully wedded wife, in sickness, In health, Feast, and famine, so long as you both shall live?”
partisan looked into the emerald that he fell in love with and took in a slow breath.
“I do.”
“And, do you, Jury, take partisan as your lawfully wedded husband, in sickness, in health, Feast, and Famine, so long as you both shall live?”
Jury held his gaze coolly, green orbs staring back into Partisan’s ruby eyes.
“I, as well, do.”
Then by the power entrusted to me as mayor of Dawnpick, I now pronounce you mare and Husband, You may now kiss.
Taking the initiative before Partisan could so much as move an inch, Jury lunged forwards and embraced him passionately, not removing her grip for quite a while.
[Reception?]
Partisan was out of breath, still, after the unexpected display of affection from Jury. She, on the other hand, seemed to still be basking in the glow of attention that a newly wed usually received.
As if a to cause a slight distraction, one of the more drunken attenders trotted over to the table, were only the two of them sat, holding a freshly made barrel of booze.
“Here yah go. Made itsh special. Now have lots of foals you two!”
Those words were just too much for him and he nearly fell out his seat.
“Go away,” snapped Jury, also blushing red and snatching the barrel out of his hooves with her magic.
“T-that was an odd thing to say.” Partisan stated nervously as he watched the stallion skitter away..
“I mean. . . we may spend A lot of time together but. . . we’ve only. . .” he couldn't even finish the sentence in his own head as he burned red, just like before.
“Remember our first dinner together?”
Jury merely nodded, busy pouring out drinks from the barrel she had been given. “I remember.”\
“It was,” he tried to remember what happened that night three years ago, but drew nothing but blanks
“ . . . . I don’t know. I remember eating with you and then some drinks. And then I. . . woke up next to you.” His struggling became more visible as he continued on with his sentence.
“What happened in between then?”
“We slept?” replied Jury, busy trying to see how much beer she could get in her mug without spilling it. “Are there any more mugs?”
“I will go see if I can get one from Indigo.” He said as he stood.
A few minutes and a hollow attempt at conversing with Indigo later, he came back with a slightly larger mug than the one she had, and a realization of what she meant by, “We slept.”
“Wait. . .” he said as he sat the cup in front of her.
“You mean we just. . . slept. . . . like. . . just fell asleep right there. . . in the same bed?” The implications of that left Partisan confused as to whether it was a good thing or a bad. On one hand, it means that he had a little more fortitude than he though, so he didn't have to hold back on his drinking. On the other hand. . .
“Yes, you idiot. I was asleep before I hit the covers.” Jury confirmed without much interest, now filling the second mug as far as it would go. “Were there no bigger mugs than this one? It will do, though.”
Partisan just sat there, now that a feeling of dread and expectation where waring inside of him.
That means we never. . . I never. . . He frowned and felt the need to clear his head.
His mouth opened to speak, but nothing came out. After several tries, he decided it would be easier just to go and come back later. He slowly crept out of his seat and turned to leave when he felt a force stop all his movements.
“Where are you going? Stay here, else I shall have nopony to talk to,” ordered Jury without even looking up from her drink, immobilising her newlywed husband. “You are going nowhere.”
He tried to leave still, struggling against the strong grip of her telekinesis, but gives up shortly, finding himself sitting back in his seat instead.
“Can I at least get a drink?” he asked, holding out a mostly empty mug.
“Of course,” she replies, swapping the smaller of her two mugs for his empty, larger one. “I would not begrudge you some, Partisan.”
He muttered out a thanks as he looked into the overly full cup of beer.
More than one way to forget your worries. He thought as he lifted the container up.
“To our marriage.” He said right before pouring all the contents into his muzzle.
Tilting her own mug high, Jury took a deep draught of drink before setting the almost-empty mug down, locking her eyes on the second mug. “I think I shall have two.” she says, eyes bright.
Partisan was midway through a second cup when her words hit him hard in the gut, causing him to nearly spit out his drink all over the place. He did all he could to hold his mouth close and swallow hard as the mix of the pressure and acidity burned at his throat.
Two what? he thought to himself as he watched the purple unicorn beam her eyes downward.
Jaxler sighed. This by far had been among the worst days Jaxler had been through. The amount of demoralization he had been through, in the span of 24 hours was ungodly. Standing and watching a back stabbing jerk marry somepony who personally took sadistic pleasure in watching him break down was soul crushing. All Jaxler wanted to do was drink his bottled up rage away. So, he sat near the refreshments and tried to do so, but just then, the one pony he didn’t want to talk to walked up to him before he could even start drinking.
Partisan himself, on the other hand, had finally found a way to escape his now drunk wife for time to clear his head. After wandering around outside for a few minutes, he came inside and just happened to spot his old friend, Jaxler, doing the same.
Might as well talk to him. See if he is at least enjoying himself.
“Hey Jaxler. How is the wedding treating you? Enjoying yourself?”
Jaxler sighed. “Nope.”
“Nope? Just. . . nope?” That surprised him greatly, because he did his best to make sure that there was no one in Dawnpick who could say they weren't having a good time. In fact, the Pegasus gave up a couple months pay, just to make it that way.
“Yeah... just... nope...” Jaxler’s voice seemed hostile. He was having a hard time bottling his anger, and Partisan’s constant verbal prodding wasn’t helping.
“Anything I can do to change that?”
“Nope...”
To Partisan, Jaxler seemed to be getting more and more distant. Maybe if he got to the bottom of the issue, he could fix it.
“Can you at least tell me what is wrong?”
Jaxler was seeming even more angry as the conversation went on. “It’s best... that you don’t know...” Withholding his rage was starting to become difficult, even painful.
“And how do you expect me to do anything about it if I don’t know what it is? What is the point of trying to make things better if I don’t know what's wrong?” Partisan said it as blatently as he could
“Do you... honestly want to know why I’m not happy?”
“Of course. Why wouldn’t I?”
Jaxler sighed. “You do realize that I’m the best stallion at the wedding of the of the one pony who put a large dagger in my back on more than one occasion and the demon who took personal joy in my torment? And that YOU tried to make amends for all the bad you’ve done to me by having me sit here and watch a slimy monster that somehow crawled its way out of hell have the time of ITS life. By all means I know I’m being selfish right now, but I have HAD to sit by, and watch as you stab me in the back again, in front of the whole town.”
Partisan’s eyes narrowed at the mention of Jury being a ‘slimy monster’.
“First of all, you can say whatever you want about me, but don’t call my wife a monster. Sure she has her faults, but she is nice when you take time to get to know her. As for stabbing you in the back, I have done my best to look out for what could help you best, while not betraying Dawnpick, by having both me and Virtue arrested and incarcerated for incompetence. Not to mention keeping you from some of the worst situations Jury could think of. And marrying her is my choice. Its not like I am forcing you to do it.”
“Partisan, you also chose to demoted me, take away my crossbow, and to marry that monster, but most of all, the moment I trust you, The moment I ask somepony for help, you walk away, say nothing, and leave me for dead.”
“I did not leave you for dead. I did all in my power to keep you alive without shrinking back on your punishment. I did what any proper fa- friend would do. I did my best to help. And I was forced to demote you. It was the only thing I could think of to keep both of us off of the Crown’s watchlist, if your past were to get out.”
“I had gone years not being on a watchlist, you demoted me because you didn’t want me in the guard.”
“Then why would have given you the offer I did before? I didn’t demote you out of the guard. In fact, I left you plenty of room to get back in your old position. You didn’t take responsibility and shoved yourself off.”
“You gave me that offer knowing I wouldn’t take you up on it. You didn’t demote me from the guard, but you wanted me to resign and if I had stayed you would never have promoted me. And do you honestly think I could have gotten my old position back after trying my hardest to keep from losing it?”
“Why the hell else would I have. . . you know what. This is not worth it. If you don’t believe me, ask Virtue.”
“Buck you. Leave me the hell alone, and go away.”
“Watch your language, you filth,” chimed in a supercilious voice, Jury seeming to appear all at once beside Partisan. “Gods know Partisan puts himself through so much, for reasons I fear I shall never comprehend, to try and keep your company. I see nine months in prison have made you not one whit more suited to society, at least. Partisan, come here, leave this cur to poison himself with his precious moonshine as usual. Pity I cannot continue to stop him.” She beckoned her newlywed husband with a forehoof.
“I’m clearly not welcome here. Have a nice life, Partisan.” Jaxler got up and prepared to walk home.
Partisan turned to Jury as Jaxler turned away.
“You didn’t have to call him filth. He can act a bit uncouth at time, I will admit that, But he has some qualities of a good friend along with i-” Her angered eyes stopped him mid-sentence. Over the years, he learned that, when she wanted something done, sometimes it was best just to do it. So he sulked in her direction.
“Yes dear.”
“Dance with me.” said Jury. It was not a request, a fact that she made clear to him by deftly steering him across to a small clearing free from other ponies, tables and anything else that might get in their way.
((another scene will go in here when i add in all the picture))
Post by: Psalms01 on June 22, 2012, 09:47:25 pm
(( During Jury’s wedding ))
(( Amor, Indio and Jaxler’s reception scene ))
Jaxler has a horrible day. He actually hs to sit by, while the one pony he hates more than any other in fort has the best day of her life. Every bit of his soul wants to just walk up to that evil monster, Jury and thwack her in the face, and if it weren’t for Partisan trying to make amends, he would have. The amount of personal loathing and stress he feels right now is horrible, and him not doing anything about it is actually starting to make him feel ill. He hopes that drinking his brains out might actually make the sick feeling in his soul go away.
Amor follows Jaxler to the bar, after the vows and nuptials of Jury and Partisan. The copper unicorn takes a seat, but keeps an empty chair between Jaxler and herself. To her, the pegasus has been a real hindrance to the supposedly joyous day, celebrating the love between two ponies. The mare is a dry pony, but nonetheless she wants to enjoy spending time with Indigo and keep Jaxler from getting carried away with the intoxicants. She huffs and greets the blue pony stationed behind the tables; “Indigo, I hope you’re enjoying yourself.” Her statement betrays her perception; she can already tell the Unicorn stallion is annoyed.
Indigo just stares at her for a moment with sour expression and says. “Stop making fun of me. Do you want wine or juice?”
Amor mentally sighs at the notion of Indigo taking her greeting as a cruel joke on her part, when it was not intended as such. She places her fore hooves on one of the wooden tables that were moved to make the bar. “Sorry, I wasn’t poking fun at you, just trying to be sociable. Juice please, lime or orange if you have it?” She asks in a pleasing tone, almost drowned out by the reception music.
Indigo leans in to hear what she says, looks around, finds lime juice, pours it and places the mug in front of her. He sighs. “Ah sorry, I didn’t want to jump at you. This is just really not a good time to talk with me. So enjoy your drink, dance or do whatever you want and if you want to talk, we can do that some other day.” He sighs again, and moves to serve other ponies, leaving her alone.
Jaxler comes up to the bar. He needs something to drink, and doesn’t really care that Indigo might think otherwise. “Hey, bartender, I need a barrel of moonshine.” The goldenrod mane mare cuts Jaxler a quick glare, but looks at her own mug and sips a bit.
Indigo takes a look at Jaxler, and pours him a mug of sewer brew. “Here.”
Jaxler looks at the mug in front of him. He didn’t ask for sewer brew, and Indigo was being an ass. “Hey, I said bucking moonshine, and I demand a full bucking barrel.”
Jaxler’s outburst is enough to grab Indigo’s attention. “You demand?” he rises his brow, but doesn’t replace the mug. When he was in prison, he was humble, and the moment he’s out, his annoying bravado is back again? Jury was right about him.
“A pony cannot be free if he does not know that he is subject to necessity, because his freedom is always won by his never wholly successful attempts to liberate himself from necessity.” Amor huffs as she looks away from the two engaging ponies.
“You're the bartender, so please, tend to what I want from the bar.” Jaxler tryies his best not to be loud or have his tone get overly acidic. Though he is clearly angry.
Indigo sighs. If I piss him off too much, he is going to do something stupid, I know it. “Fine. Look, we seem both pretty upset, so just find yourself some out of the way spot, wait a few hours and you’ll be free to go to your room.” He gives Jaxler what he wanted. Unlike me, I have to spend the whole night here. Indigo turns to Amor “Were you saying something?”
The mare glances back at the two stallions and collects herself as she runs her hoof around the base of her mug. “Just that not everypony is right for this sort-of event and the three of us fit the category. Why are you not enjoying yourself Jaxler?” She asks before turning her interest to her sour drink.
Jaxler sighs. “I hate the bride with all my heart and there is enough bad blood between me and the groom to fill the moat. I’m pissed off because I’ve had to say nothing, smile and do nothing, all day while I’m forced to be the best stallion at the wedding of two of ponies I hate the most.”
“You did fine so far, so just endure it for a few more hours. Oh, and try not to black out or do anything stupid. Think of it as just another mission.” says Indigo helpfully ((that was a joke)) and moves on to serve other ponies, leaving the two to talk. Well, maybe she can occupy him, or even make him feel better. She can be very helpful at times.
“Alcohol, if drunk with moderation, softens the temper, cheers the spirit and promotes health. Or perhaps I’m giving the demon brew too much of the benefit of the doubt. Just try not to do something that would disappoint your friends, Jaxler.” The Unicorn mare says as she takes another sip, already regretting her words. “Why not voice your concerns to Virtue, Longshot or even Partisan? He has at least tried to not feud with you, so why do you insist on skulking about it in a barrel of booze?”
“What would you have me do? Tell the management that Partisan shouldn’t have married Jury because she is a sadistic bitch? Oh, how about I walk up to Partisan after he’s wed and tell him that he should get it annulled because I don’t like him or his wife!”
Then this is a petty triviality and you are drinking and sulking yourself to death over nothing. Amor thinks to herself. Getting it through to Jaxler could be beyond her. To tell him that he has the power to choose how he feels about things and reacts. Also that he is doing far worse to himself then what Jury has ever done. “Maybe it would work, or perhaps you might enlighten them to their flaws and make them better ponies,” she says with a shrug and finishes off of her lime juice.
Jaxler gives Amor a stare. What is she thinking? “If I walk up and insult them on they’re most cheerful of days, I’ll sooner get kicked out than actually change them and as much as I hate being here I am compelled to stay.”
Amor sighs and adds; “Jaxler, you must be tactful, go up to them and say ‘I do not like you Lady Jury, but I am willing to work with you for Partisan’s sake.’ If you aren’t going to do it for your own good, then at least stop drowning yourself in alcohol and move on.” She slides her mug to the center of the table, waiting patiently for Indigo to come back and fill it up.
“I’m blunt, it’s an unchangeable part of my personality. I will not be tactful when I tell you why I’m irate, I’ll just tell you how it is and that goes for everypony everywhere.” says Jaxler.
Amor says nothing for a while and just thinks to herself before continuing. “And that might be your saving virtue.” Indigo returns to the bar and Amor speaks up. “Indigo, I would enjoy another fill, please. Also, why are you upset, if you want to tell?”
Indigo refills her cup, takes a glance at Jaxler, then says to her in an annoyed tone. “Fine. This is one of the worst jobs, I ever did in my life. Partisan used a loophole to force me to be a bartender, so now I have to deal with drunk ponies,“ he takes another glance at Jaxler, “and pretend I’m nice to them. Oh, and I’m not even getting paid for this. I have work to do and as I said, this is not a good time to talk.”
“Maybe, Partisan thought that the reserves’ compensation would pay for this job. Also, you can always make a few bits from tips, if you accept them?” She asks, preparing her purse. “I for one appreciate you doing this, Indigo. Somepony trustworthy must do it.”
Indigo glares at her, while gritting his teeth. “Tips? I don’t accept bribes. This is not about you dropping me a bit or two. This is about principles.” Doesn’t she get it? “If you want more juice, it is on that table over there. Now leave me be. I told you, I have work to do” She calls herself my friend? I told her twice, it wasn’t a good time to talk. Indigo moves on, to serve other ponies, trying his best to ignore Amor and more annoyed than before.
Just as Indigo leaves, the mare concedes; “then if you want to talk later, you have my ear.” Amor returns to her juice and contemplates leaving soon. And again I realize that I’m not good at these events. After downing her drink, she says her goodbyes and goes to her room. Amber is left gleefully at the buffet. Good food in one of the few things that can brighten up her day.
(( NOTE: While many ponies were fortunate enough to be invited to the wedding, some had to work overtime to finish the preparations on time and serve the guests. They didn’t get any compensation for this, apart from some leftovers. ))
(( NOTE: I’m not sure if it is worth making it into another scene, but Amor and Indigo reconciled in less than a week after this. It basically came down to Indigo acknowledging that she wanted to help and explaining some ground rules to her, such as “When I’m stressed, overworked and tell you that I don’t want to talk, I mean it.” ))
(( NOTE: Amor is really out of her element at parties and even more so during this wedding. She is the type that only enjoys herself when her friends enjoy themselves. Any future festivities she plans to attend, will be in favorable conditions, including Indigo being free from any ‘unwilling’ responsibly. ))
(( NOTE: Strawberry wine, which is plentiful, is served as a starter and stands in jugs on the tables. Mead is served with food. Strong booze, such as Sewer Brew and Moonshine, is available from the bar and served by Indigo. ))
Post by: Maklak on June 23, 2012, 07:29:03 am
(( 13th Slate, 263, shortly after the bin incident. ))
As Indigo approaches the keep and petitions Fuscina to enter, the mare shakes her head and raises a hoof to forestall the unicorn. "Sorry Indigo, Virtue isn't seeing anypony today. If something isn't on fire, you'll need to come back later."
Indigo is dumbfounded for a short while. This is the first time he is denied an audience. Ah, the tappings of power. She is going to have ponies waiting to see her now. A rather sudden change in attitude, but it is consistent with the bin punishment. Looks as if she has finally decided to demand proper respect from her subjects. I'll have to be extra careful around her from now on. "When may I come back then?" asks Indigo after a moment of stunned silence.
Fuscina sighs and looks back to the door behind her briefly, recalling the very emotional conversation that she had witnessed not long before. "I'd give it a couple of days if I were you..." She watches the unicorn slowly turn back and leave.
(( 15th Slate, 263 ))
Indigo comes to the keep again, and is reluctantly left inside. He wears his best robe and no saddlebags. He slowly approaches the Baronesses desk, stands in respectful distance from it and bows. "Hello Lady Virtue."
Virtue hadn't long managed to work up the will to return to her office, and she still really didn't feel like being there. In fact, she never wanted to be there again, but that wasn't much of an option. She sits up slightly as Indigo enters, but fails to notice his attire until he makes the overly formal bow in front of her. If she didn't feel so much like just dragging herself back to bed, she might have questioned the motion. Instead, she just sighs mentally and tries to put on a welcoming face, which came off a lot less inviting than she had hoped. "Hello Indigo... how can I help you?"
Careful now. "Well, um... My Lady, you made it quite clear that we are not supposed to carry bins to the trade depot. They were really convenient for it, though and of course they could simply be emptied at the depot and carried back to the warehouse. Well, the thing I'd like to ask about, is how are we expected to carry trade goods without containers? Carrying them one by one is of course possible, but will take up much more time." asks Indigo hesitantly.
Virtue's half-hearted smile immediately vanishes to be replaced with a concerned frown. Fantastic. This conversation was almost exactly the worst thing that he could have wanted to bring up. "Indigo... that was a horrible misunderstanding." She chews her lip and tries to avoid dwelling on the consequences of it too much. "...horrible..." As her eyes return to him, she adds, "Please... continue to use the bins like they're supposed to be used."
Indigo feels as if the ground under his hooves was burning. Somepony had to try and clear this up, but why do I always get involved in slippery situations? "Misunderstanding? Well... I... we will do as you order of course. It is just that, please understand My Lady, the bins were used to carry goods to the depot in the past and there were never any problems with it. Recently a few ponies were punished for this, some very severely, but with little explanation. I only ask that you make the rules very clear beforehoof, so that no further punishments will be necessary. Please forgive my boldness, but until recently the ponies of Dawnpick liked you, but didn't fear you. If this is how you decided to... command more respect from your subjects, there are smoother and less terrifying ways to do that." Indigo can't quite make up his mind weather to make a submissive gesture or send her a false smile and ends up doing a mixture of both.
Virtue is stunned by this comment. She stumbles over a few half-words and settles on a profoundly hurt expression. Did he really think she was capable of such a terrible thing, much less that she did it intentionally to command respect? What kind of pony did he think she was? Had thirteen years not been long enough to convince everypony in Dawnpick that she would never do such a thing? "Indigo... do... do you really think that's what happened? You think I did this to command respect?" She covers her face with a hoof and says, "I didn't do this... I... I would never do something like this..." She looks aside and says, "The order Jury received was forged. Somepony else wrote it... and signed my name to it."
"Falsified?!" Indigo sits on his rump and stares at the wall behind Virtue. After a moment he regains composure and speaks. "Ah, yes. That makes sense. If you don't mind me saying so, you were always very permissive and therefore a very severe punishment for something so minor seemed very out of character for you. It got me very concerned. The fact that the document was falsified is both reassuring and worrying, but for different reasons. Is there an investigation into this? Have you considered, who could do something like this and why?"
Indigo's response was almost reassuring. He clearly thought something was wrong with the order... maybe he was just being careful instead of accusing her of such a terrible thing. Still, it cemented in her head that ponies in Dawnpick probably did think she'd lost her mind. She sighs and nods. "I asked Jury and Partisan to investigate it immediately. And not to trust anything with my name on it without seeing me first. I don't know who in Dawnpick would be capable of something like this..."
Indigo is almost back to his former self. "I see. Partisan is currently depressed and drunk, so I guess I'll have to do something about it or talk to his second in command, Kat. She is quite dutiful and this is too important for our old grievances to get in the way. In any case, I think you could help by talking to the guard about how the documents are usually delivered, who could have dropped it, who might have access to your seal... although it could be falsified by any half decent carver who saw it on some document. Also, is there anypony, who could have some grievances against any of the victims? There are a lot of such little details that could provide insight into this matter."
Virtue swallows hard and nods understandingly. Jury had been torn up enough about what happened, as cold hearted as she was, so the pony who had been forced to deliver the beatings would surely have fared worse. She was beginning to feel awful all over again... just how many ponies had been hurt by this? "Yes... this is all a bit past my expertise. I trust Partisan, Kat, or anypony in the guard to do all that they can."
Indigo frowns "More importantly, who could have a motive to do this? I see two possibilities. The first one is stupidity. Some misguided and officious pony could have made the document in your name, trying to impress you. Of course this explanation is quite ridiculous and I wouldn't suspect Jury. She is arrogant, but dutiful and obeys the rules. It could be some kind of prank by a foal, maybe. If that's the case, I would expect the culprit to deny it, but show fear when asked about it."
He continues. "The second explanation is malice. Such an act is sure to sow dissent, fear and mistrust among the citizens of Dawnpick. It also crippled and undermined our justice department. Whoever did this wanted to weaken us. I never told you, but I suspected there was some kind of spy in Dawnpick for years. I kept it to myself, because I could never figure out the culprit. My theory is that this pony is somehow feeding information to the bandits attacking us from time to time and a bold move like this indicates two things. There may be further acts of sabotage in Dawnpick soon and all of this can be in a preparation for some major attack."
Virtue's continued nodding finally comes to an end as Indigo pauses, and she says, "Well... the first theory that came up was that it was done by the rainbow ponies to try to undermine us, since trying to kill me directly hasn't worked yet." She shudders mentally, but presses on. "That makes the most sense to me... but another spy, maybe one who has lived here for years... that makes more sense than I wished it did. That could explain what happened to the rainbow diplomat, and Wool..." She stops and shakes her head. "No... I don't have any proof of that. If... if you do though, please let me know."
Indigo grits his teeth. "I had some suspicions years ago, but was never able to confirm them. Later I figured that the bandits seem to follow the caravans. Then our defences got strong enough so that just a few attackers couldn't do much... Maybe Gregor was involved, but that would be too obvious and too clumsy for somepony with his kind of information about Dawnpick. Forging this document had a pretty good chance of failure; in fact I'm very surprised, Partisan didn't confirm it before following through with it."
Indigo continues "Your theory actually makes much more sense. If those assassins were able to make it to the keep, then Partisan's office is a much easier target. Besides, he mentioned something about the document just being on his desk. The severity and strange reason for the punishment also make some sense in this context. Using bins for trading is common knowledge and well... some rulers would actually administer punishments this severe. Therefore somepony with minimal knowledge of Dawnpick, possibly obtained from coming here with a caravan, could come up with a document like this by shooting in the dark."
"I just... I wish Partisan and Jury had come to me first... so much could have been avoided..."
"Well, for what it's worth, most of the backslash from this has been against Jury and Partisan, not you. Still, while the damage is done, I believe this matter should be explained to the public, before the resentment gets any worse. If you don't want to do it yourself, have the mayor make an announcement in the dining hall. It is better to let ponies know that some documents may be forged than to have them think, they can expect very severe punishments for nothing." says Indigo.
"You're probably right," she says in a weak voice, having already come to the same conclusion herself. Hiding in the keep was only going to foster rumours and hard feelings, although she didn't know if there was anything that could fix the damage with what was left of Savory's family at this point. Worst of all, she didn't want Partisan or Jury to suffer needlessly through this. They could have avoided a tremendous amount of grief if they had just come to her first... but that was behind them now. "I'll... call a meeting. Tomorrow, I think. I hope this can still be cleared up..." Already she was beginning to feel a bit queasy. She hadn't set hoof outside to look anypony in the eye since the incident, much less the whole town. That probably wouldn't end well...
Now at least I know what happened, but still don't know what to do. "Lady Virtue, I think I should go now. I intend to see Partisan and talk to him about the investigation and our theories, yours in particular. I can also talk to the mayor about tomorrow's meeting. If there is anything else you want me to do, just tell me."
Virtue slumps a bit and says, "If you happen to see Longshot, tell him to come see me. Other than that, I don't think there's anything you can do..."
"Goodbye then, My Lady. Please try to prepare yourself for tomorrow. An explanation for all this is needed badly." Indigo turns to leave and swallows hard, then looks back at her. "I'm sorry, I... at first I thought you passed that judgement." Indigo bites his lip, bows and leaves, looking tired and old. He goes to Partisan's office next, without looking forward to the conversation at all. After that he visits Longshot and finally invites Amor for a talk in his room.
Virtue places her face in her hooves as she props her elbows on her desk. She seemed shocked when Indigo believed she issued the punishment, but how was he supposed to react? It had come with her name on it, and her seal. Why would anypony think anything else? She sighs and shakes her head, with her face still covered by her hoof. Everypony in Dawnpick would be thinking the same thing. How was she going to face them all? What was she going to say?
At least she had some time to think about it...
(( NOTE: Indigo talks to Partisan, Longshot and maybe Jury about this. And Amor of course. Virtue either explains the forgery herself or has somepony else do it in her stead the following day. There probably won't be a scene of this meeting, but it happened on 16th Slate in the evening and the forgery becomes common knowledge, which eases the social tensions a bit. Though I imagine somepony from Savory's family, likely Storm Cloud or Detergent, had a few nasty things to say. ))
(( NOTE: From this day on, Indigo is more formal and polite when dealing with Virtue, just in case. ))
(( NOTE: While Indigo may be involved in the background, please feel free to resolve the bin crisis among yourselves. I don't expect the investigation to yield any results in any case. ))
(( NOTE: Funny, but somewhere in Dawnpick there is a statue of Virtue holding a bin. Psalms said it was close to the centre of the statue garden. ))
(( NOTE: An FB escaped into the mines in Felsite and two more in Malachite. This could be considered acts of sabotage. ))
Post by: Kryptid on June 24, 2012, 12:51:12 am
It was about a week after Sarissa had finally recovered from the effects of the poison joke. The unicorn was glad to be able to walk and fight again, and she was now training twice as hard as normal in order to make up for the lack of activity during her ailment. Waking up extra early on this day, Sarissa spent the morning working on her strength and stamina. She trotted at a steady pace in her armor around the perimeter of the fort, her back weighted down with sand-filled saddle bags. Although the mare had excess body fat, her heart was in fit condition and she was able to keep up the routine for quite some time.
Break time. Sweat ran down the pony's muzzle and dripped onto the grassy ground below. She removed the saddlebags and put them out of the way for the time being; she would come back and continue to train a bit later in the day. As Sarissa was making her way over to the well in order to quench her exercise-induced thirst, she became aware of a caravan making its way into the trade depot. She fished out the bucket and took a long and highly-satisfying gulp of clear, cold water. While she was taking a breather, she figured she might as well go see if anything had come from home on the caravan. If not, at least she could enjoy the shade.
There was a decent amount of activity at the depot, but Sarissa didn't pay too much attention to what all of the other ponies were doing. That is, until one such pony from the caravan walked over to the mail bin which bore her name. A single letter was dropped inside. A small smile crept up onto her face; it was likely a letter from her father. It would be nice to hear from him again. Removing the paper from her drop box, she did indeed see that it was addressed to her from one Plowshare Tubestrim. It read as follows:
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Dear Sassy,
I wish the writing of this note was to tell you of some joyous occasion. Sadly, it is not. As you know, I rarely communicate with your mother these days, but I was made aware that she has fallen gravely ill as of late. Yesterday, she was hospitalized and the doctors diagnosed her with chronic liver failure. Unfortunately, I'm sure both you and I had seen this coming for some time; nopony could ever get her to put away the bottle, not even her sister. I visited her earlier today and she is not doing well. The doctors say that the damage is extensive and they don't believe she'll be around much longer. Now, I know that you hate your mother and have never forgiven her. However, she has desperately requested your presence. She has come to accept that her end is near and she doesn't want to leave this life knowing that she never got to repair her relationship with her only child. I've never seen her so torn up, Sassy. She has so much regret and so much fear. Please, don't throw this letter away in anger. You really need to come as soon as you can; I don't know how much longer she will be with us. If you can't do it for her, do it for me.
Love,
Dad
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Her mind falls numb for a moment, not sure what she should be feeling. Despite having been warmed from the jogging, her body suddenly felt cold. So it finally got her. After all these years, the beast she called her friend has finally given her a lethal bite. Sarissa was quickly reminded of thoughts she had about her mother when she first left Haybale. She recalled how she had come to the point where she stopped caring about her mother's fate. If alcoholism pulled her into the grave, it was her own fault. Nopony else could be blamed. Sarissa had washed her hooves of the whole situation. Now, years later, it seemed that time had finally come. Sarissa's reaction was far different from what she expected. Where was the resentful anger she had back then? Where was the "I told you so" attitude? The militia pony was genuinely worried inside. I-I do need to see her...
Immediately leaving the depot, the brown unicorn walked urgently to be barracks. She needed to speak to Halberd. Finding her commander polishing his helmet, she raises a hoof to her forehead, "Sir, permission to speak, sir?"
Halberd continues to shine his chanfron, not bothering to meet her eyes. "Granted. What is it, sergeant?"
She lowers her foreleg, "Sir, I have an unusual request. I've been informed today that my mother is on her deathbed. May I request this next week off to visit her? It will take at least two days to reach Haybale and another two to make the journey back, in addition to the days spending time with her. If a week is not permissible, may I have five days? I-I understand if there is a more pressing need for me to be here and leave cannot be granted to me, sir." Despite the emergency circumstances, duty was still a very important thing. Sarissa was a bit concerned that the serious Halberd would be reluctant to consent to her having such a long leave of absence. She had never asked for unscheduled days off before, and wasn't sure how he would react.
He pauses and looks at the progress he has made on his chanfron. He wasn't exactly crazy about one of the most accomplished soldiers under his command being gone for a whole week when there was the everpresent threat of war hanging over them. Especially after she had proven herself so capable of killing rainbow ponies. However, several years had come and gone without anything materializing of the war, and one soldier gone if it came to that would likely make little difference. And although he couldn't relate the experience, he wasn't blind to how she probably felt.
He sets the chanfron aside and turns to look at her. "I believe you have a few weeks of leave built up." His expression never shifts from its normal seriousness as he says, "Go see your mother."
She had been holding her breath waiting for an answer, and exhaled in relief upon hearing his decree. She salutes him again, "Sir, thank you, sir." Leaving the barracks, Sarissa headed back to her room in order to prepare for her imminent travel. This was probably not going to go well. She had neither written to nor seen her mother in years. What emotions might be exposed when they met face-to-face once again? Anger? Sorrow? That would have to wait to be seen...
((The actual visit will be a different scene; have any scenes ever been done that take place outside of Dawnpick? Is that allowed? If not, I guess I could recant the events in a flashback.))
Post by: Telgin on June 24, 2012, 04:44:09 pm
I've actually been planning this scene for several game years, but never got around to writing it up, and have thus adapted it to fit more recent events a bit. It turned out a bit more depressing than I'd hoped, and I'll be darned if I'm not perpetuating Virtue's emotional issues, but I thought it was time to show that Harvest Moon isn't just sitting around all of the time when his wife goes through this stuff.
(http://i198.photobucket.com/albums/aa176/Kryptid/VirtueAvatar.jpg) and (http://i198.photobucket.com/albums/aa176/Kryptid/HarvestMoonAvatar.jpg)
Harvest Moon slowly ascended the stairs to his family's bedroom, trying his best not to make too much noise. He hadn't seen Virtue at all since he woke up that morning, and he had a sinking suspicion that he knew where she was. After what had happened just two days before, he couldn't blame her for being upset, but this was nearly as bad as the days following the deaths of the rainbow pony caravan. Maybe worse in some ways. In, short, he was getting more than a bit concerned for her.
He nudged the door to the bedroom open and stepped inside. The windows were all shuttered, and only a faint trickle of light filtered in through the gaps. Even in the darkness, he could make out a lump beneath the covers in their bed. He swallowed and started in that direction, again taking care to keep the noise of his hooves against the marble floor as quiet as possible. "Virtue?" he asked in a low voice. "Virtue, are you awake?"
The mound under the covers shifted and made a small noise, but there was no answer. "Virtue?" he tried again, stopping next to the bed and raising a hoof to the mattress.
The covers pulled back slightly to reveal the tired face of the gray coated mare. Her unkempt mane was hanging in her face, but she made no attempt to push it aside. "What is it?"
It was about as bad as he expected, and he sat next to the bed to bring his face closer to hers. He had no idea what to say to her. Even after being married to her for close to a decade, he hadn't learned the magical phrases to say to her to make her feel better when she got like this. There probably wasn't anything that could be said that would make it better, so he settled for the obvious if pretty pointless, "Glaive said you didn't come down this morning. Are you alright?" He wasn't sure what response to expect to it, but he expected something. Instead, she simply laid there, avoiding eye contact, so he raised a hoof to brush a stray hair from her eyes. "Virtue?"
"No..." she responded at last, still avoiding his eyes. "...no, I'm not alright." She took a deep breath and shut her eyes. "Nothing is alright..."
Harvest Moon felt a small frown creep onto his face. Yes... every bit as bad as he was afraid of. He had rehearsed a few things to say to her on the way over, but now he wasn't so sure if it was all appropriate. Still, he had to say something. "It's not your fault Virtue. Everypony knows you didn't send that order to Jury..." Well, to be completely truthful he had heard rumors and murmurings among a few of the ponies in the dining hall that she had secretly lost her mind and had indeed sent the order, but he wasn't about to say that now. And he was going to see to setting those rumors straight immediately after this...
"I know..." she muttered. "...I didn't do it... but who did? And who would believe that anyway?" She sighed. "And it's more than that... I... I just... it's just so much more than that..."
He wasn't expecting that. What else had been eating at her? He hadn't picked up that, and with her it was usually pretty hard to not notice when she was upset. "More?" He gently placed a hoof under her chin and urged her to look up at him. "What's the matter?"
Virtue's lip trembled for a moment as she bit back tears. She turned her face into the pillow, which muffled her sniffles. Harvest Moon felt helpless, but shuffled a bit closer and rested his head next to hers on the bed. He placed a forehoof on her back and gave her a gentle rub. “It's okay... let it out...”
“No... no it's not!” she responded in an elevated tone. “Somepony was murdered in my name! And that's all I'm good for...”
That certainly wasn't what he expected her to say. “What? Virtue, why would you think that?” he asked, a bit wide-eyed.
“Because it's true...” she muttered again. “I'm just dead weight around here. I'm of no use to Dawnpick anymore.” Harvest Moon sputtered something incoherent as a response, so she finished with, “All I do now is take up room in this tower. I don't do anything to earn living here, when everypony else lives in the small apartments. And why do I need that luxurious office downstairs? Wouldn't it be better used for Longshot?” She sniffled again and shut her eyes. “I'm just using up resources... for nothing. All I'm good for is a name to put on official documents... documents that get ponies beaten and killed...”
Harvest Moon blinked idly a few times and shook his head. “No, Virtue... that's not true. None of that's true, and you know it. You were not responsible for what happened.”
“Aren't I!?” she demanded, before retreating from Harvest Moon's shocked expression. “If I hadn't been such a foul-up with justice in Dawnpick, Jury would never have come. If she wasn't here, then... then that forgery would have never been carried out. Partisan would have checked with me first...”
“You're not a foul up, Virtue. Nopony thinks that. Your mercy is what everypony loves you for...” Harvest Moon said in a gentle voice. He hesitated for a moment before slipping onto the bed next to her and staring into her troubled eyes. “You built this town from nothing... you've earned far more than you've received.”
She looked down to avoid his gaze. “I moved a few boards to build my first office. I've done nothing but tell ponies what to do. The carpenters... masons... farmers... they're the ones who built Dawnpick and kept it running. Anypony with half a brain could have done what I did.” She shut her eyes again and took a long, deep breath. “If I was gone tomorrow... it wouldn't make a lick of difference. All that would change is maybe the rainbow ponies would leave everypony here alone.”
Harvest Moon had heard enough. He couldn't just lay there and listen to his wife speak as if her death would go without a care. He wrapped his forelegs around her and drew her into a strong embrace. “Virtue... honey... you're scaring me. Scaring me and the children...”
“W-what?” she asked.
“Last night... Serenity asked me if you were sick. Rampart has barely eaten a thing in two days from worrying about you, and I've been little better.” He tightened the hug a bit and rested his face against hers. “Virtue... you and the children are the most important things in my life... I don't want to lose you...”
She held the embrace and made a small noise as she mostly succeeded in containing her tears. “I... I'm sorry...”
“I know you're hurting Virtue... anypony would be right now.” His voice began to waver a bit as tears of his own began to form in his eyes. “I just wish I knew what to do to help you. I just wish I could show you how important you are to everypony in Dawnpick... You're not dead weight Virtue. You are Dawnpick...”
Virtue nuzzled Harvest Moon weakly. “I'm... I'm sorry... I just... just feel so useless and helpless right now. I don't know what to do...”
He returned the nuzzle and held her close. “I think you should go talk to everypony. Go and tell the town what happened. Whether you believe it or not... you didn't cause this, but you're the only one who can help right now.”
She opened her eyes and stared at him for a moment. “I... I don't think... I mean.. I'm scared...”
“I'll be right behind you, you don't have to do it alone.”
She was silent for a moment. “M-maybe tomorrow... I... I'm not ready to face everypony yet.”
“Tomorrow then,” Harvest Moon said, giving her a small smile and brushing another stray hair from her eyes.
Virtue reflected a small, sad smile. “Th-thank you... I love you Harvest... don't ever leave me.”
“Never on my life,” he said before giving her a small kiss. “Promise me the same, okay?”
She nodded. “I promise.”
Harvest Moon's smile grew a bit and he released her from the hug. “Now then... you've got to be hungry, you haven't eaten at all today. How about I go get us something to eat?”
“Maybe... maybe in a little bit, okay? Can you just stay with me? For a little while?”
He nodded and pulled the bed's sheets over the two of them. “Of course, honey. Whatever you want.” He let out a small sigh as she cuddled up with him, and replayed the conversation in his head. It hadn't gone as well as he had hoped, but she seemed a little better now... he could only hope she wasn't hiding more from him. She seemed better though, and if she wanted him to just lay there with her for the rest of the day, he'd do it.
Maybe if Rampart came home, or Rose or Valor visited, he would send them for something to eat. For now though, he wasn't going to leave his wife alone when she needed him most.
Post by: Kryptid on June 25, 2012, 07:17:42 pm
((Two days after Sarissa's previous scene.))
It was around five-thirty in the morning, and the sky was still quite dark. Haybale was not a large place; there were few residents and even fewer buildings. It was rather plain, with more land taken up by fields and pasture than by artificial structures. On the upside, this meant that it was easy to find your way from one place to another. There was only one hospital here, so Sarissa knew exactly where her mother must have been. This was the very same place she had been taken decades ago after the mauling incident. Memories of that event briefly danced in the militia pony's mind as the familiar outline of the building blocked out the stars behind it. Yawning, the un-armored pony pushed the doors open and walked inside. She wasn't able to get much sleep on the ride over here, but that was something that could be caught up on later.
A green earth pony stallion at the entrance desk caught her attention, "Hello? May I help you?"
"Um...yeah...I'm looking for a Crochet Tubestrim?" Her voice held apprehension. It was always possible that her mother had died between the writing of the letter and Sarissa's arrival.
"Oh, yes..." the worker quickly scanned a list of patients, "That would be...room 14." He motioned in the direction of the stated room.
Feeling slightly relieved that she was still here, the unicorn answered, "Thank you."
Down the hallway and up to the room she walked. Pausing at the door, she stared at the number "14" chiseled into the stone tablet hanging upon its face. How should she go about this? Just walk right on in? Sarissa swallowed the lump in her throat and knocked lightly. For a moment, there was no response. She waited patiently and began to hear some stirring within. The knob began to glow with violet magic as the door slowly opened, revealing a yellow unicorn within. Her eyes widened in shock, "S-Sassy...is that you, dear?"
"Hello, Aunt Palate...long time no see, I guess?" Sarissa answered as she tried feign a smile.
The older mare wrapped her forehooves around the copper unicorn, a move which was reciprocated. Discerning Palate grinned but kept her voice barely above a whisper, "You have no idea how good it is to see you...I was all but certain that you wouldn't come..." Inviting Sarissa inside, she tried to lighten the mood, "I can see that you've lost weight since I last saw you; you definitely need to have some more of your Aunt Palate's cooking while you're here. Don't get anorexic on me, now."
"Although that sounds very good, I could still stand to lose a few more pounds, to be honest."
"Oh Sassy, I suppose we can discuss that later," Palate silently waved a hoof towards the bed where the pony's mother was sleeping, "She's going to be overjoyed that you came, you know? For the past several days she's been telling me that the only thing keeping her going is the hope of seeing you one last time."
Sarissa could barely make herself turn around. After mustering up the courage, her eyes wandered over and a shell of what her memories told her was her mother appeared. Despite being thin enough for each rib to show, her stomach was strangely bloated. Her pale orange fur was dull and had lost its sheen. Thinned, messy tan hair hung over her closed, aged eyes...eyes that were older than they should have been. She's more of a mess than I thought. Unwelcome feelings began to return to her as the reality of the situation began to set in.
"H-how is she?"
"She...sleeps a lot now, dear. Sometimes she's hard to communicate with, but other times she's rather lucid." Palate sat back down on the couch she had been previously sleeping on, "...I gave up on her years ago...trying to get her to quit drinking...I mean. She always found a way to get it..."
Sarissa sat down on the couch beside her, not yet feeling comfortable enough to approach the sleeping mare, "I don't blame you. She was beyond hope. Set in her ways. Now look where it's gotten her..." A bubble of anger began to grow within the emerald-eyed pony's heart. Why? All of this could have been avoided! Why did you have to be so hard-headed?!
It seemed that their conversation was not quiet enough, for the sick pony began to rouse from her slumber. Her eyes, yellowed with jaundice, cracked open slowly, "Sar...Sarsassy?" She drew in a deep breath and tried to sit up, "Sas...you here? You...are here? You came?" A smile began to stretch across her weakened face.
"...hello mother," Sarissa answered plainly, trying to hide any hint of emotion.
Crochet held out her forelegs, "Please, it's been so long, let me hug you..."
Although Sarissa stood to her feet, she did not approach the bed. She could feel a strange mixture of sorrow and rage building within her. A piercing gaze covered her face, "You couldn't quit, could you? Not for dad, not for Aunt Palate...not even for me..." There was obvious aggression in her voice.
"...I-I know...you have every right to be angry with me Sassy...if I could take it all back...if I could be the mother you wanted me to be...the mother you deserved...I would do it for anything..."
"DON'T CALL ME THAT!" Sarissa yelled, "You don't deserve to use that pet name! You're not dad! You're not even close to being my friend!" It seemed that the emotional dam had been broken, "You put a higher priority on numbing yourself than on your own family! Do you remember those days when it was just you and me at the house while dad worked?! You were useless! While you were passed out, I had to do everything around the house! You were killing yourself and I had to watch! Now I come back decades later and nothing has changed!"
Crochet flinched at the angry pony's words. She felt in her heart that she deserved to be shouted at. She did nothing to argue with her daughter. The only response she could offer was a silent stream of tears that began to flow down each cheek.
There was a switch in the axe-pony's temperament as she became aware of her mother's weeping. The rage that had dominated her was beginning to give way to heart-break, "You killed your marriage! Y-you killed my love for y-you. And now...and now you've...you've killed...yourself!" Sarissa began to break down. Hard as she may try, she was unable to hold back her own flow of tears that was straining to be released from her eyes. Now crying in full force, she raced over to her mother's side and gave her a hearty embrace, "Why, mom?! Why?!"
Sarissa had been holding up a wall of hatred ever since the divorce, but there had been a vast reservoir of deep sadness and loneliness building up behind that wall for years. She had been able to suppress the sorrow and regret, to deny it, covering it with a rock-hard shell of resentment. Now the current circumstances had broken that shell; the wall had come crumbling down. Sarissa realized that she had wasted her life hating the one who gave birth to her. Now there was no going back. It was the end of the line and no number of sorries could keep her mother from dying. Her father had made peace with Crochet long ago, so why had Sarissa made the mistake of holding onto the grudge?
Crochet stroked her daughter's blonde mane as the two sobbed together. The brown unicorn managed to utter a statement that she never thought would escape her lips, "Mom...*sniffle* I'm sorry...I-I forgive you..."
Now feeling that she could finally die happy, Crochet stopped fighting and passed away the next afternoon. The funeral was held immediately so that Sarissa would have the opportunity to attend before having to head back to Dawnpick. She spent time mourning with the family, and mourning was something that she almost never did. At least seeing her father again helped her to cope with her emotions more effectively. By the end of the week, she had returned to the fort...in body, at least; her mind was still back in Haybale.
Post by: Impending Doom on June 25, 2012, 11:13:29 pm
((This scene takes place the morning after Jaxler's fight with Fauchard.))
Jaxler was walking out of his apartment. He decided not to drink anymore and just headed home last night after seeing panacea. I was probably best he didn’t show back up in the meeting hall for a while.
Only a few moments after Jaxler stepped out his door, Marilee rounded the corner. Seeing Jaxler in the hallway, with a cast over his foreleg, she practically galloped up to him. “Oh Jaxler, sweetie, what happened?”
Jaxler really didn’t want to tell marilee exactly how he got a cast. “Hi Mari,I kinda broke my leg.”
“Oh, you poor dear... you really shouldn’t be up walking on that. Why don’t you go inside and take a seat?”
Jaxler shrugged “Okay”
Marilee gently guided Jaxler into his apartment, holding his chair out for him. “Would you like me to get you anything?”
Jaxler took a seat and shrugged a second time. “I okay.”
Riddix woke up to the sound of a chair being moved. He had slept through Jaxler getting up to leave and Jaxler coming in late last night, and had no idea of the white thing suffocating Jaxler’s hoof, but whatever the white stuff was, licking his best friend surely would fix the problem.
Marilee reached down to rub Riddix’ ears, sitting on the floor next to Jaxler. “So... how did this happen?”
Jaxler figured he should at least try to dodge the question once. “My leg got hit.” Jaxler then sighed. “Are you sure you should be sitting on the ground. You could sit on the bed and I could move over.”
“Jaxler.” Marilee looked pointedly at him, making it clear he wasn’t getting out of this easily. “What happened? Was there a fight?”
“Yes...”
“Did you start it?”
“No”
“Okay, that’s a relief at least. How did it start?”
Jaxler really wished he could lie right now. “I insulted somepony.”
“Oh, Jaxler...” She raised a hoof to her forehead. “Well, tell me the whole story then...”
“I was drinking, Fauchard came over, he started to probing me about why I drink and got insulting in hopes making him leave. Then a fight broke out.”
Marilee sighed heavily. “...and how much worse off is he?”
“He actually isn’t. He only got a black eye and a few bruises and cuts.”
“Well, at least that means he can’t press charges against you... what was he saying to you, exactly?”
“He kept on asking me why I drink so much.”
“And... why does that bother you so much?”
“I don’t like it when ponies I don’t know well bother me about it.”
“I see... So, then, would you mind telling me why you drink so much?”
“I have a couple of scars and if don’t drink I get depressed.”
Marilee edged a little closer to Jaxler. “I can tell you’re not talking about the one on your belly. Would you... like to talk about it?”
“I guess... what you like to know?”
“Well, first... what is it that you get so depressed about?”
“Everything I’ve lost over the years.”
“Like what? You haven’t told me very much about your life before you came to Dawnpick.”
“Well, I’m Topoireneisian...”
Marilee gasped. “Y-You’re what? Topoireneisian? Really? T-That’s...”
“Well, I tend not to lie.”
“B-But... they taught us that they - w-well, that you were all wiped out by the Deutschmeiner...”
“Well, it wasn’t just the alicorns, but yes according to what foals are taught I don’t exist.”
“T-This is... why, it’s almost miraculous! They destroyed so much, wiped out entire cultures... to know that at least a few have survived, it’s...”
“To be honest, I haven’t met a single survivor in all my life.”
Marilee paused, staring into his eyes for a moment. “Oh, Jaxler... I-I didn’t realize, I’m so sorry...”
Jaxler sighed. “Don’t be sorry.”
Marilee hugged Jaxler, putting a wing over his back. “So, you’re depressed because you lost your family, your home, your people...”
Jaxler hugged Marilee back. “Yep.”
“But Jaxler... You have a new home now: Dawnpick. It’s people are your people. And... well...” She blushed, “I’d like to think that I, a-and my family are...”
Jaxler started to smile. “Are what?”
“...a-are your family too.”
Jaxler’s smile got a little bit bigger, as he hugged Marilee a little bit tighter. “Thanks.”
Marilee leaned against Jaxler, snuggling up under his wing. “So... is there more?”
Jaxler held Marilee a little bit tighter and kissed her.
She accepted the kiss, holding it for almost a minute before breaking it.
“I love you” Jaxler then went in for another kiss.
Marilee accepted this one as well, but broke it a bit early. “I love you too... and that’s why I need to say this.” She sighed heavily. “Mr. Fauchard was very rude, yes, but... he had a point. The drinking... it’s killing you, and I... I just can’t bear the thought of losing you. I know you can’t just quit, but... maybe you could slow down a little? For me?”
Jaxler sighed heavily. He really didn’t want that question to be answered. “Um... I’ll try...”
“Okay.” Marilee stood back, meeting Jaxler’s gaze. “I trust you, Jaxler.”
“Thanks.” Jaxler then kissed Marilee again.
Marilee returned the kiss passionately, wrapping her forehooves around Jaxler’s neck and guiding him towards the bed...
Post by: Psalms01 on June 27, 2012, 04:07:03 pm
(( 2nd of Galena, 263 ))
(( Resolution of Amor and Jaxler dispute at the reception ))
Amor made a mule of herself at Jury and Partisan’s wedding, not as if she made a scene or ruin the two newlyweds’ day, but that she dragged her two friends down more than they already were. Indigo and her resolve their variance; however the mare has taken steps to avoid Jaxler for a week, as she was unsure to their relationship. The Pegasus’s drinking habit was bound to cause vexation, but she never know how much of a problem it could be. The copper Unicorn still held herself in the wrong as she thought; Amor you should have went elsewhere in the reception and enjoyed yourself. Even if I would have had no fun, there was no point in doing what I did. She trotted up to the craft-shop where Jaxler was carving up wooden jugs that was akin to small barrels. These were likely going to be used by Oil Macepony for collecting and storing honey. “Hello Jaxler, a fair afternoon to be working.”
Jaxler looked up from his work. He really hadn’t seen much of Amor recently, which was odd. “That it would be.”
Another reason for her visit was to order some woodcrafts for the coming up holiday of Harmony Day, which took place the fourteenth. Even if Dawnpick was less geared to observing holidays, this year they were needed with all that has taken place. “Jaxler, can I make two commissions?”
Jaxler glared at Amor. “I don’t do commissions for people like you...” The markspony then got a stupid smirk. “Seeing how I never make my friends pay for my crafts.”
The mare was slightly caught off guard by Jaxlers’s quip, until he shoots her a silly grin, she shares in it too. “Then I might trade you a masterful marble block as a paperweight.” She slips her tongue out to mark that she was teasing in a poor attempt of humor. The Unicorn pretends to go back into business manner. “Harmony Day is coming up and I wanted to have gifts for Amber, Indigo and Sarissa. I think that both Indigo and Sarissa are loyal ponies, but I’m having trouble with Amber.”
Jaxler titled his head in confusion. The foreign born pony hadn’t the slightest clue what ‘Harmony day’ was or how it was celebrated. “Da’ buck is harmony day?”
“Jaxler don’t be so crude with your words.” The curly mane mare scolds him for using ‘buck’ in such a manner. “Harmony Day is observed differently through each ponies’ household, but one thing that makes it the same to everypony is that we look into each others’ hearts for the best virtues of pony-kind. We then gift charms that symbolize a single virtue to those we consider that emulates that one desirable quality the most. Despondently, in Dawnpick usually Ponies have a special meal, not much different than any other day.” She huffs after stating that notion.
Jaxler sighed heavily. “Midpony isn’t my first language so I can be as crude as I want with my words.” Jaxler then sighed a second time. “And from the way you described it, seems like more of a family oriented holiday.”
Amor listens to the stallion and does not bat an eyelash as he states the reason for his rudeness, it was one of his more tolerable traits and answering his question was more important to her. “Actually, it is a holiday that honors friendship. Imagine after having a family and gaining a hundred years worth of trinkets, you would sooner only accept favors or foodstuff. Speaking of which, I was going to ask Skillet to make some pastries shaped in the symbols of the virtues of harmony for Amber.” The mare then makes herself comfortable beside the workshop, planning to stay for awhile.
The woodcrafter shrugged. “Meh, chests full of trinkets aren’t so bad.” Jaxler then pulled out his carving tools. “So, what do you want me to make?”
The mason pony already had a general idea for the two crafts, but reorganized her thoughts before stating them. “Indigo’s is going to be a bracelet, with a thunderbolt carved into it, and allows for future gem setting. Sarissa is an amulet, but also with a thunderbolt carved into it, she might even want menacing spikes.” The mare says as she ‘blahs’ and shakes her head at the idea of a pony desiring such accessory.
“Okay then, what kind of wood?” Jaxler was actually a little bit excited to have an excuse to use any type of wood. He had been able to get some cave tree woods from the last caravan to come to town. “You might want to use some Nether-cap wood for indigo. The blue wood matches his fur.”
Natural wood is nearly scarce in Dawnpick, even if the magnificence highwoods were a decant trot from the drawbridge, the dangers were assured. Maybe Virtue might need to settle a small tree cutters’ hamlet outside of Dawnpick’s walls, north of here. Even with wood from the caravan, it should go for more community projects, also transmuted was more fitting for Unicorns. “Sorry Jaxler, but I was thinking transmuted wood would be more desired.”
Jaxler really wanted an excuse to carve some of the cave wood he kept stashed, but kept his slight disappointment hidden. “So, compressed wood stuffs it is!” Jaxler pulled out some transmuted longland wood. “Want anything carved into the wood? I can even make it as detailed as you like.”
“Just the thunderbolts and Sarissa’s menacing spikes, but if you can make depictions of Unicorns I think the two would take pleasure in that.” Amor shuffles on the grass to get a better view of the Pegasus’s work. “Oh, you don’t mind if I watch?”
Wood carving was actually almost second nature to the markspony. One might assume incorrectly that it was his special talent. “I don’t mind.” He started to carve the transmuted wood, which was boring. Jaxler really didn’t enjoy carving common woods that he had grown accustomed to working with.
During a pause of Jaxler’s work, Amor thought best to tell the stallion the other reason why she was there. “Another reason why I came here was to apologies for my foalish behavior at the wedding.” She said as she shifted to get a better view of the crafts-pony’s expression.
Jaxler paused his work on the ‘log’ of wood he was carving into. “Meh, don’t be sorry.” The pony then looked back down at the log. The craft he was carving into it was starting to take shape.
“Thank you” The goldenrod mane Pony says contently and turns her attention to the materializing bracelet, she then places her hoof on the plank to stop him from continuing. “Another rationale for not going for ornaments that match coat color is that they are less visible and now that I think about it, this wood won’t stand out on Sarissa, got any wild strawberry wood?”
Jaxler stopped and pondered for a moment. “Yeah, I think I have some strawberry wood.” After responding The pegasus went back to work on the bracelet.
Soon the bracelet was freed from the wood and Jaxler started to labor on the fine details. With another pause from his work, the Unicorn probe him for information as to what to give him for Harmony Day. “So, I see you are using liver-tented tools, black bronze?” She makes a observation unsure if she hit the mark.
Jaxler didn’t stop carving the bracelet as he responded . “Yeah, it’s black bronze.” The little pony looked at the bracelet which seemed finished now aside from the image which needed to be carved in. “I know I could something more practical like iron, but I’ve always had a liking for Black bronze.”
Listening comfortable from her position, she plots. The mare levitates her flask out to take a drink and spies Jaxlers’s pigskin waterbag. “You don’t carry alcohol in that skin do you, especially when employing those tools?” Pointing her hoof towards the waterskin as she asks in a slight distrusted tone, moreover that the item was made from the flesh of an animal, un-pony-like.
Jaxler was about done with the image of indigo, when he turned his head to look at his waterskin. “Yes I don’t carry booze in my waterskin. I only drink after I get my work done.” Jaxler went back to work carving. “I wouldn’t want to do anything that would make my hooves less steady.”
Amor breathed a sigh of relief at hearing that. “Good to hear, I care about my friends and don’t want them to do anything that brings unnecessary harm.” She takes a little dignified sip of her carrot juice and returns to her friendly prying. “Would you like that old skin replaced?”
Jaxler really didn’t care much his water skin. Though, he never really minded using animal products, he prefered to have something easier to clean, and would prefer to have ponies stop nagging him about it being “inhumane” and “Unpony like” to use a animal product. “Yes actually.”
“Alright, then do you have any plans for Harmony Day now, such as giving gifts to your friend Flux or his and your apprentice?” The Unicorn questions with a sly smile and carries on. “Best to keep that day opened.”
Jaxler shrugged, “What exactly would I get them?” The woodworker then looked down at his craft. The bracelet actually was among the caftspony’s better works, and the image was spot on. “Also, your craft is done.”
Amor rubs her hooves together in contemplation, to her, gifts were best made by one's own love and sweat. Although, she had neither the time nor the will to create each of her friends a statue, and had the knowledge that making one for them to share was unfair. “Maybe make crafts like you are doing right now, or simply telling them what they are worth to you.” She gets up, accepts the bracelet and examines it within her light grasp. “I can wait here until the other is done, if you allow me.” She answers still eyeing the item. The wood was a bright yellow with subtle bands and the engravings were dark. It was of superior quality and almost could pass for exceptional, she was pleased with the craftsponyship.
“Well, I see no reason why you can’t stay here and watch.” Jaxler then pulled out a piece of strawberry wood. After looking the log over he started to carve out Sarissa’s craft.
Not long afterwards, Sarissa’s amulet arises from the deep red colored wood and it turned out to be masterwork quality only a fool could question. “Jaxler, are you sure you want to part with this, you could get a hundred and twenty bits out of this, more if you bartered?”
Jaxler looked the craft over. “I’m fine if.” He then picked it up and continued to look it over. "ughs, If I had doubled the menacing spikes it would have been 20% cooler. I really wouldn’t care if I parted with it.”
Amor doesn’t see it, but the amulet matched its future owner; the mare thanks her friend. After returning to her room and hiding the presents in her cinnabar cache, Amor trots to the metal works. There she searches for black bronze ingots, but only finds what she mistakenly thought was its basic components of copper, tin and silver. At the blistering smelter, the mare was corrected by Crimson, as instead of tin, gold was used in the alloy. Worse still was that the incredibly skinny stallion stated that the mason pony was best to place an order with one of the metalsmiths, as he was diligently fulfilling steel orders. Amor then sought out Kat, although found neither hair nor feather of the mare, on the contrary she discovers another Pegasus, Pewter. The two Little Ponies were proficient persuaders, nevertheless Amor would have to wait the eve of Harmony Day to receive the item to her preference. Paying forthright four gold, six silver and ten copper bits and compensating any additional on the day of pick-up, the mare leaves unsure of the quality of work she would come back to.
On Harmony’s eve, the copper coated Unicorn collected the *black bronze metalwork* and paid the remainder of 330 bits, thanks Pewter for her work and even for her wrapping it up after examining it. Next day, Amor gifts Indigo’s at the dyer shop, and Sarissa’s at the temple grounds, by her being off duty. The curly mane Little Pony next finds Jaxler in the meeting hall.
Jaxler stopped his drinking momentarily once he saw his good friend walk in. “Yo Amor.” He then took a swig of booze.
Amor returns the greeting; “hello Jaxler, enjoying the holiday?” Afterwards the mare takes a seat besides the slightly inebriated Pegasus and looks on at her friend.
Jaxler shrugged. “It’s been fine, how has yours been?”
“Delightful, thanks for asking; also I got something for you.” She says as she angles out the wrapped gift from a pocket on her smock and places it before the Pegasus. “I hope you love it.”
Jaxler Smiled as he picked up the gift. The pony had no idea what it could be. “Hmmm, I wonder what it could be.” He then tried to unwrap the thing with his bare hooves, which didn’t really work out at first. Eventually he unwrapped it, though he hadn’t the slightest clue how he did so. Once he finished, he saw *Black bronze flask* embossed with a apple on one side, a cloud on the other and on the bottom is Jaxler’s name. “Damn, now that’s neat.”
Amor ears perked up at Jaxler’s excitement at the liverish receptacle, her eyes light up. “I’m very thrilled that you like it, Jaxler.” The mare states as she awkwardly sets there staring on at Jaxler looking over his gift. Her mind feared that he would physical display his affection as friends often do.
Jaxler really didn’t know what the apple engraved into the side ment, but he still liked his gift. “So, I guess now I can throw out my old waterskin... thanks.”
“You’re welcomed, and thank you for your friendship.” After saying that, the hail began to clear out, a few gifts were exchanged and a party or two was thrown, but was apparent that all the ponies had enough excitement this year. The Unicorn looks over to Jaxler and states in a lower volume, “the apple symbolizes honesty, of all things, odd that it is not health or something like that, but it is what it is.”
“Heh, honesty...” Jaxler sighed, before continuing. “Thanks for your friendship as well.”
“The measure of life is not length, but honestie.” The mason pony adds and the two set there enjoying each others’ company in near silence, but it is broken again by the mare’s soft voice. “An envious title ‘Honest Pony,’ and I desire to hold the resolve and courage to preserve mine, but others wear it better then some, you do.”
(( Note: The Meandering Gloss Currency (https://docs.google.com/document/d/14av44FOkMOHTR-7dShJByh9Q3pxQUOK2xqT5lmwjeqM/edit) ))
(( Note: Harmony Day -- Galena, 14 -- Day to honor the elements of harmony; Honesty, Kindness, Good Cheer, Generosity, Loyalty and Magic. Friends give each others amulets, bracelets and other items that bears one of the symbol of the elements of harmony that represents them the best. ))
(( Note: Indigo’s reaction, he just accepts the bracelet and put it in his chest, then carve her something for her birthday. If he has some reason to install a gem, like Amor asking him about it, he would pick something cheap and with fitting colour, likely either green glass of red tourmaline. ))
(( Note: Sarissa’s reaction, she is surprised in a good way, no pony has given her a gift in Dawnpick until now. ))
Post by: Paaaad on June 27, 2012, 07:15:33 pm
Post by: Telgin on June 27, 2012, 08:37:00 pm
So this is my first post in quite a while, but it does feel like an important one. Could I get a migrant? Earth pony please. Must be female for my plan to work, would prefer dark blue coat with a black mane and tail. Exprence with a sword would be a plus. Name her Sabriel. Dont judge a book by it's cover...
I've had migrants turned off for a while now due to population issues, but if you don't mind just renaming another pony I can do that. I'll try to get back with you on this ASAP.
Post by: Telgin on June 27, 2012, 08:41:38 pm
(https://dl.dropbox.com/u/74348879/Dawnpick/Jury%20Avatar.JPG) and (http://i198.photobucket.com/albums/aa176/Kryptid/Panacea.jpg)
Panacea is quietly taking a moment to evaluate the stock of everything in the hospital. Most things were at acceptable levels, except for the dangerously low levels of soap in the coffers. She made a note of that and would pass it off to Virtue later that day. She’d heard some rumors of expanding the hospital a bit now that there were so many ponies in Dawnpick, and she didn’t want anything to fall short or go missing in the process. She takes another look in the coffers and nods approvingly.
The door is shoved roughly open, Jury staggering inside with the bloodied, battered form of Whirlwind draped across her back. The unicorn herself looks dreadful, unaccustomed to the heavy load and emotionally drained by the day's events, but her unconscious passenger looks many times worse, bleeding all over the floor.
"Panacea," splutters Jury, stumbling a bit as she enters. "Help."
The pegasus turns as the door is noisily opened, and her jaw drops open as she sees Jury and the pitiful remains of Whirlwind. “Jury... wh-what...” She pauses the pointless question and trots over to a nearby operating table. “Bring him here!”
"Your sweet Lady Virtue happened," Jury answers Panacea's unasked question for her, tipping Whirlwind onto the table as gently as she could. "There." Her tone is flat as she continues, her gaze fixed on the floor. "There is another, too, but-"
Panacea immediately sets to examining the poor excuse of a pony in front of her when Jury speaks up. “Virtue? I... don’t understand.” She gently runs a hoof across several of the largest bruises and frowns. She was sure several of his ribs were broken. She could only hope that the same wasn’t true for any of the vertebrae in his spine. “Who else is hurt?”
"Her orders," states Jury blandly, still not looking up. She feels awful. "And Savory is - was - but he is- he is beyond help." Somehow, it wasn't as hard to say as she'd thought. That didn't mean it was easy, though.
Panacea freezes for a moment. “He... he’s dead?” She remembers what she’s doing and how important it was to keep working on Whirlwind. “Virtue couldn’t have ordered this... that’s impossible...” A small grimace forms on her face as she feels the cracked bones in Whirlwind’s side. She turns a pleading expression to Jury. “Is anypony else hurt?” She desperately hopes the answer is no. Savory... was he really dead?
"Not physically," replies Jury, finally meeting Panacea's gaze, her green eyes haunted. "We received the writ earlier today with Virtue's seal attached. This -" she indicates Whirlwind's broken form "- is her doing. I hardly believe it myself."
Panacea sees the pain in Jury’s expression and realizes immediately what she meant. Words leave her as she tries to think of something to say, so she turns back to Whirlwind. His left wing was also badly broken, and she thought his hip might be dislocated. This was very bad. “This... this can’t be right...” she mumbles to herself.
"I shall be speaking to Virtue about this," declares Jury, though it comes out weaker and quieter than the loud tone she had intended to use. "She went too far." As Jury makes to leave, she pauses abruptly mid-step.
"Panacea...I- send word about how he is doing to Partisan and I, would you?" She almost looks pleading, her tone heavy with guilt.
“O-of course,” Panacea responds. “He’s going to be okay,” she says, but her voice is clearly filled with doubt. She was hardly convinced he was going to live through this... but she was going to do everything she could. If he didn’t have any severe internal bleeding he might make it...
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Virtue was sitting at her desk poring over the last reports from Longshot, detailing anything that might be of interest to her. As usual, there wasn’t anything that caught her eyes. Longshot was doing a fantastic job of taking over the managerial aspects of her job, and as much as she hated not having much to do around the town, she couldn’t fault Longshot. She hums quietly to herself as she finishes up the document. Rose’s report from the trading should have been at the end of it, but maybe she hadn’t finished yet. No problem, she’d just look at it in the morning.
All of a sudden a brief few shouts from outside are heard, and the door is flung open by a distressed-looking Jury, with a bemused looking Storm Cloud in the background.
"Lady Virtue!" opens Jury in shaky yet loud, shouting tones, "Never, ever, ever, presume to pass sentence on anypony in this town ever again! And over some bins too!"
She takes a moment to compose herself, breathing heavily.
"Partisan will never get over what he had to do by your damned orders," she spits, clearly upset. "You are disgusting." Jury almost flinches, wondering how long it would take before her own nerve broke. In hindsight, this really was a terrible idea; the new Virtue might well have her beaten as well for speaking to her like this.
Virtue is completely taken aback by Jury’s violent entry and verbal assault. She recoils and takes a moment to replay what Jury said in her head as she takes in the mare’s bedraggled appearance. “What?” she squeaks after a moment. Pass sentence? What was she going on about?
Wordlessly, Jury unfurls the scroll from her saddlebag, tossing it unceremoniously across to Virtue. Why the duchess was playing dumb, she had no idea, but she supposed she’d play along.
“There.”
Virtue takes a moment to eye the document curiously. This was the documentation for official sentencing. Her eyes track down the page until they settle on the names and ordered punishments. Her mouth hangs slightly agape as she takes it all in, couples it with Jury’s prior statements and general state of dishevelment, and comes to a very bad conclusion. “Jury... what has happened?” she asks plainly, hoof nearly trembling atop the page.
“We carried out your orders.” Jury states again, with a hint of anger and confusion in her voice. “Whirlwind has been brought to Panacea.” She stops short, as if she had been about to say something else but lost her nerve.
“My orders?” she asks in disbelief, then her eyes settle on her name signed on the page, and her face turns ashen. “B-b-b-but... I d-didn’t!” She looks up to Jury again and gives her a pleading expression. “Jury... where did you find this? I didn’t write this!”
"It bears your seal and signature!" splutters Jury, looking crushed. "It arrived this morning, posted through the door; we would have double-checked but- the ducal seal! Enchanted ink!"
Virtue stares at the seal for a moment. Sure enough, it was the official seal. But how was this possible? A thousand things rush through her mind for a few moments, when something very troubling settles through the chaos. “Whirlwind... you... you said he’s in the hospital? Where is Savory?”
Setting her jaw, Jury meets Virtue’s gaze head on, looking solemn. “He- Savory- broke his restraints somehow. He knocked me to the ground, screamed and shouted. I think he planned to- stab me, with his horn, but Partisan...”
Jury’s eye contact fails, and she is forced to flick her gaze away, her breath shuddering with emotion.
“Savory is dead, Virtue.”
“What?” she squeaks again. Her eyes return to the document on her desk for a moment. Was she imagining this? “He... he’s dead?”
Jury nods, a lump in her throat seeming to constrict her, stopping her from speaking. It all seemed like a particularly bad joke, a sickeningly unfunny dream that she’d happily enjoy forgetting once she woke up. Except it wasn’t.
Virtue stares blankly at the document on her desk. What had just happened? She fights for a moment to say something... anything... but nothing would materialize. A confusing mass of emotions rolled through her. Finally, a bit of questioning anger settles at the forefront of her mind. “Jury... you... s-surely you knew I... I mean I would never...” She places a hoof on the document. “Why didn’t you confirm this with me first?”
“I- the punishment you ordered was within legal limits! Maximum, yes, but permissible! I thought it overly harsh, but- it bore your seal, Virtue! That could not have been forged!” In truth, Jury knew the seals were magical to some degree, something to do with a special sort of unicorn-produced ink, but she had no idea if forging one was possible or not.
“Everything appeared to be in order...”
“B-but I-I,” Virtue sputters in response. Was this really happening? The pony who had all but chewed her up and spat her out alive for letting Flux off early had just taken a maximum corporal sentence from her without question? Something that was intended to be potentially fatal!? Virtue wanted to shout or scream something, but she was still too stunned to do that. “The seal... how... how did they...”
"I have no idea," mumbles Jury, overwhelmed and deflating rapidly. A forged document meant she and Partisan- Savory dead and Whirlwind in hospital-
"No-"
“Wh-who? Who could have done this? Why?” Virtue searches Jury’s expression for any hint that she knew. “Why...?” She places a hoof to the side of her head and slumps back into her chair. “Savory...”
"He might have killed me," murmurs Jury almost absent-mindedly, rubbing her throat. "But none of this should have happened..."
Virtue sits in silence for a moment, but Jury’s vacant stare was starting to get to her. This was all so sudden... it still hadn’t sunk in for her. But Jury had witnessed it... Part of her wanted to say something reassuring, but she didn’t have it in her. Instead, she finally manages to ask, “Whirlwind... how... how bad is he?”
"He- did not look promising. Panacea is tending to him, though." answers Jury dejectedly. Everything had gone wrong.
Virtue’s first instinct was to go and check up on him, but she quickly realizes that it would be counterproductive to interrupt the doctors working. Especially if he was as bad off as Jury implied. She continues to silently avoid Jury’s gaze, trying to decide what to do. What could be done? “I... I see...what about the others?” There were other names listed on the document... jailed?
“Imprisoned, yes....” Jury says briefly. At least, she thought so. Whether Partisan had actually gotten round to it before the beatings, she had no idea.
With that, Virtue finally stands and makes toward the jail. “I’m going to release them... there’s no sense in keeping them locked up.” Maybe something could be salvaged from this... not that she really believed that. “Jury... I... we need to find out who forged this... if you or Partisan can start on that... that... that would be good.” Asking something like that of Jury now felt inappropriate, but this was critical. They had to get to the bottom of this immediately.
"As you wish," answers Jury mechanically, looking totally worn out. "I shall get to it im- as soon as I can."
“Thank you,” Virtue says as she stands and makes for the jail. “And Jury... I’m sorry...” she says, although what she was sorry for, she wasn’t quite sure. It just felt like something that had to be said.
Jury doesn't reply, hanging her head as Virtue leaves, only departing herself a few minutes afterwards.
Post by: Paaaad on June 27, 2012, 08:42:24 pm
So this is my first post in quite a while, but it does feel like an important one. Could I get a migrant? Earth pony please. Must be female for my plan to work, would prefer dark blue coat with a black mane and tail. Exprence with a sword would be a plus. Name her Sabriel. Dont judge a book by it's cover...
I've had migrants turned off for a while now due to population issues, but if you don't mind just renaming another pony I can do that. I'll try to get back with you on this ASAP.
I supose I could take someone with no relations and pretend they just got there. Same request otherwise.
Post by: jaxler on June 27, 2012, 10:28:17 pm
Glaive storms out of the dungeons keep in search of the blackhearted scoundrel responsible for his father’s imprisonment. Finding him almost immediately in the place his expected, drinking in the dinning hall. Glaive sits down in front of Jaxler, a scowl on his face, “What do you have to say for yourself, Jaxler” he demands.
Jaxler sighed and continued to drink his booze. He was pretty sure why Glaive was here. “I dunno, what do you want me to say?”
Glaive glares his blood boiling in his veins, “I want you to bloody apologize for getting my father thrown in prison, for a start.”
Jaxler sighed again and nonchalantly sipped more booze. “I think you're lying. I didn’t press any charges.” said Jaxler with a cold tone
Jaxler’s claim did little to calm Glaive, “You think I’m lying! I just came from the dungeons. My father is sitting in a prison cell as we speak, and he will be for two weeks, all because he fought with you! What do you have to say for yourself!?”
“What? try to make some some random guy, who badgers me on about my personal issues, go away? I probably could have been more polite with asking him to leave, but he has no place in my most personal flaws.”
Glaive gives an exasperated sigh, “He might have been able to handle it better, but he was only trying to help you. You were the one who started insulting his, MY, family. It was your fault it turned into a fight.”
Jaxler shrugged. “Yeah, probably could have been less abrasive in trying to get him to leave me alone... but how would you like it if some guy you’ve never talked to started buggering with you over your biggest and most personal demon!”
Glaive exhales hard, “Well...I suppose I wouldn’t appreciate it, however, I wouldn’t act the way you did either. My father my have handled it poorly, but your actions were inexcusable.”
“What is? the part when I fought back?”
Glaive slams a forehoof on the table, “The part where you dragged my sister’s name into it!”
“Oh the part where I told the truth?”
Glaive looks nearly ready to punch Jaxler himself, but calms himself in time, “The truth!? Friesden is the kindest pony I know. What possible reason could you have to believe those lies you were spewing about her?”
“while the pony I open consider my son was in the hospital she cheated on him, with a foal who was also her kin! She then had the nerve to say it was his fault for her leaving him!”
Glaive looks momentarily shocked, “You...you know about her and Falchion?” Glaive touches his hoof to his forehead, “oh this day just keeps getting worse.” Glaive turns back to Jaxler, “Look, I don’t care what that urchin told you, Friesden did not cheat on him, she has been exclusively seeing the other colt for many, many, months, and even if she hadn’t been Granite was never even remotely considered an acceptable match for her.”
“First off, I actually didn’t know anything about her and Falchion being together, I just had a hunch.”’He didn’t know...oh I am so stupid. If dad finds out what I just said he will kill me.’ thinks Glaive and it shows on his face. Jaxler continues, “second off, I just told you that I consider Granite my son, and you just called him an ‘urchin’. Third off, Friesden was seeing Granite, and da’ bucking hell is this about Granite ‘never even remotely considered an acceptable match for her!”
“I mean simply that Granite would never have been allowed to marry into our family, so whatever foalhood romance he might have thought they shared would never have lasted.”
“...”Jaxler really was starting to question what he should do next. “okay... Da’ buck are you implying about my son...” Jaxler voice and expression was cold as could be.
“Only that that colt doesn’t meet our standards, nor apparently Friesden’s.” responds Glaive very matter of factly.
“So, the moment she gets adopted by some rich guy, she dumps Granite and goes off for a member of her new family and says it’s his fault? there is more wrong with that then I first thought.”
Glaive resumes his glaring, “So, what, you don’t think she should have the right to change her mind? And besides, how often were they together? It can’t have been often. I can’t recall ever seeing them together outside of the stables when they were still knee high.”
“From what I understand they went on a few dates, but her way of telling him it was over was extremely out of line!”
“Well considering her age, him trying to romance her without consulting her father was even more out of line.” snarls Glaive, making a mental note to get Friesden’s side of the story later.
“I’ve never been a rich teenaged filly, but from my understanding somepony her age, not consulting her father over who she dates is rather common.”
Glaive stands, “Not where I am from.” Glaive glances to the door. “Jaxler, since you won’t even try to apologize for this mess, I must inform you that I find that you to be an insufferable wretch. If I did not have my position to worry about I would do to you the same as my father. I regret ever trying to help you. Enjoy the rest of your drink, I hope you drown in it.”
“Those who try to save the damned from hell soon find themselves sharing the same fate as the one they were trying to help.”
Glaive exits the dinning hall slamming the door behind him.
Jaxler sighed as he watched Glaive leave. The pony couldn’t help but feel genuinely horrible as Glaive left. Glaive had every reason to give up on him, and his hatred for the markspony was reasonable. Jaxler laid his is head on the cold table and stared at the crossbow he left on said table. Glaive had a point, maybe it would be best if he died before he got any worse.
Post by: Dsarker on June 28, 2012, 12:19:01 am
After taking a day to cool down after his talk with Jaxler, Glaive goes to find his sister. He starts by going to her and his father’s room in the keep. He knocks on the door three times.
Friesden pauses for a second, places down her father’s axe reverently, and runs over to the door. Maybe her dad had been let out early! She opens the door, hoping to see her dad there, smiling.
Instead of her father she sees Glaive standing there still in his armor, with a slightly sad smile on his face. “Hello Friesden. May I come in?”
“Brother? What is it? Did...Did something happen to dad?” asks Friesden, slightly nervously, while opening the door and stepping back to let him in.
Glaive comes inside, closes the door, places his chanfron on the table and takes a seat. “No, no Dad is fine. He’ll be out in 13 days now.” Glaive sighs.
“13 days? I...That’s good to hear it’s not going to be too long... Uhm...What is it you wanted to speak to me about? You don’t seem too happy to be talking to your sister,” says Friesden, peering at him with concern.
Glaive sighs again, “Well, I talked with Jaxler yesterday after the arrest. Among other things the topic of you was brought up, specifically the things he said about you that triggered his fight with dad. He...believes you ‘cheated’ on Granite, and...I just want to get your side of the story. What happened between you and Granite?”
“I...” Friesden takes a deep breath. “I... It was a few months ago. I...I had gone on a date with Granite...And...He was nice, but...well...I didn’t want to hurt him. I...I tried to be nice back to him. But...It didn’t work. And... Then...Then he stopped coming. And...I thought that he had found somepony else. Well, I...That was when I saw dad being alone, and so was Kit...And, well, I talked to mum, Kat, and she said that she thought it would be good for the two, so I had something to do, so I didn’t really think about where Granite had gone. Mum was in the hospital, too. And...Well...then Falchion...and...well, you know the rest of that. And...I love him, too. So. A bit after that, Granite came back again...And I thought he had tired of whichever other pony he met, and was trying to...to get back with me, and I was...I was short with him, Glaive. And...then Falcata said that he was telling the truth, and, and, and...And I didn’t know what to do!”
Glaive nods, “I understand, and I don’t blame you for this Friesden, you handled it about as well as could be done considering the circumstances. I think, I think Granite may have mislead Jaxler, about your relationship before his hospitalization. Jaxler made it sound like you had been together for awhile, but that didn’t sound right to me. Anyway, thank you for telling me what really happened.”
“I...I...Is that all, brother? I...” Friesden takes another deep breath. “I...I have to polish dad’s axe while- while he’s in... In jail.”
Glaive gets up and gently puts an armored hoof on his sister’s withers. “That is all I needed to hear. Unless you have more you wanted to talk about?”
“I...No, not at the moment...Uhm...Can...Can Falchion come over, if that’d be okay?” Friesden asks, hopefully.
“Hmm, you two all alone over here? I don’t know about that...” Glaive looks thoughtful, “but how about when you finish with the axe you come over and join all of us for dinner?”
“That would be nice. I’d love to. Thank you, brother,” she says, and gives Glaive a hug.
Glaive returns the hug as best he can, careful not to pinch Friesden with his armor. “You are welcome Friesden. Feel free to come over whenever you like, especially while dad is still locked up.”
“You’re the best big brother ever, Glaive,” says Friesden with a smile.
“And you are a wonderful little sister Friesden.” answers Glaive before breaking the hug. “I should go and let the others know that you will be joining us. Please come over whenever you are done here.”
Post by: Maklak on June 28, 2012, 01:08:23 pm
(( Summer 263 ))
(( NW corner: North of the trade depot, close to the trash compactor. ))
Balisong is practising her music magic at the NW corner of the wall surrounding the town, her eyes are closed and she is deep in concentration. The music is slow and steady, and sounds like a pony playing a piano. As her playing continues, the music begins to speed up and a second "instrument" sounding like a harp can be heard. Before long more instruments join in sounding like a violin and a cello as the music hits its high point. While the performance is not flawless and several missed or flawed notes can be heard, it is nerveless beautiful.
Indigo walks by, carrying a bucket of refuse, that can't be converted into wood, to the trash compactor. He notices playing Balisong, quietly stops about 10 meters from her, sits on his rump, closes his eyes and listens, enjoying it. He doesn't normally take breaks like this, but it has been a while since he last heard music and he can easily afford half an hour or so in his schedule for today.
Balisong opens her eyes a bit and notices Indigo sitting there. She is startled and her music cuts out with a squeak.
Indigo opens his eyes and looks at the scared Balisong with something of a smile. “That was nice. Why did you stop?”
Balisong begins to stammer a response, “He...hello. M.M.mister I.Indigo I di...didn't know anyp..pony was listening. I'm sorry.”
She is very timid. I need to be careful, what I say. “Sorry about what? I stopped to listen, but I can still finish my chores for today and I can leave at any time. You aren't disturbing me in any way and your concert was quite good.” says Indigo.
“I...I'm sorry, cause, I..I came over here to try and find a p..place to practice w...where nopony would h..have to hear me. I'll go someplace else next time.” responds Balisong timidly and quietly.
Indigo looks around. “No, this place is good. It is out of the way, you are still inside, and should be safe here. If you want me to go and not bother you again, I will, but tell me: Are you afraid that somepony won't like your music, or just don't want to get in anypony's way?”
Balisong says quietly, without looking in Indigo's eyes. “N...Nopony would like my music, and I don't want to bother them.”
Indigo perks his ears to hear what she says, but after years of talking to Amor, his hearing got quite good. “Ah... Well, I disagree. I liked it enough to stop and listen for a moment and you didn't bother me. Anyway, I'll be on my way now, so you can keep practising. Just... try to get used to having some audience. You will need to overcome your stage fright, if you are to be a musician. Goodbye.” No matter, what I say, she is still distracted by me just being around. Oh well, some ponies just don't like my company, just as there are some ponies, whose company I don't like. Indigo picks up his bucket of refuse, takes it to the trash compactor and goes back to work.
Balisong waits quietly until Indigo leaves. Once she is sure that she is alone, she returns to her practice.
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A few days later Indigo talks with Fauchard. “I recently stumbled upon Balisong, practising her music by the trash compactor. She is very talented and can replace a small orchestra all by herself. She was afraid of me for some reason, though. Other ponies too, judging from what she said.”
Fauchard nods, "Yes, she is very talented. I suppose it comes with her being an alicorn, or maybe it's just her mother's musical talent showing through her magic. But regardless, don't take it personally, if she was uncomfortable around you Indigo. My granddaughter is afraid of nearly everypony outside her immediate family. I wish I knew how to help her overcome it."
Indigo scratches his horn. “Well, what do I do about it? Talk to her? Ignore her? I'm under the impression that she would like to turn invisible. If she is to become a musician, she must get used to playing in front of an audience...”
Fauchard interrupts, “Yes, she will, but... I would ask that you don't just ignore her when you see her because, well I think if she is ever going to overcome her fear of other ponies she needs to occasionally be taken out of her comfort zone.”
“Ah, well. I can do that, but I'll keep it brief. Otherwise I may push her too far, and that would end in her running away crying, being even more scared of other ponies and me having some very unpleasant conversations.” Indigo rolls his eyes. “I have a different idea, though. You said, she isn't afraid of you and the rest of your family. Ask her to play a few songs with Falcata on some occasions. Some private celebrations, like birthdays would be good. Have Falcata start, then ask Balisong to join. When she gets used to that, find out who her friends are and invite one or two. Then more. It could work.”
Fauchard nods in agreement. “That isn't a bad idea Indigo. She is more comfortable playing around her family. I'll give that idea a try, thank you.”
The two of them talk for a bit more of other matters, including military training. Finally they bid each other farewell and Indigo leaves.
(( NOTE: After that Indigo occasionally talks to Balisong and asks about her music, but she is still afraid of him, so their conversations are brief and uneventful. ))
Post by: Maklak on June 28, 2012, 02:07:54 pm
(( Indigo visits Fauchard in prison, a day or two after he got arrested for his fight with Jaxler. ))
Indigo heard about a recent fight between Jaxler and Fauchard. Jaxler punching somepony over some perceived slight is nothing unusual, but the surprise part is that Fauchard started it, broke Jaxler’s hoof and went to prison. Since Jaxler is in Indigo's squad, but is generally evasive and Fauchard is a friend (or pretty close to one anyway), the blue unicorn decided to go see him. In the evening he takes some food and a bucket of water, approaches the keep, states his business and is let in. As usual, Virtue tries to cover up for the fact that Indigo makes her uncomfortable. Seeing that he isn't there to argue, but just to visit Fauchard, she is rather relieved and allows him into the dungeons. He walks down the stairs, using his light spell, nods to the guard and approaches Fauchard's cell, keeping far enough from the bars to be outside the range of any kicks, just to be sure.
Indigo comes into view of Fauchard's cell. It has nothing fancy, but there is a bed, a bucket for water, another for refuse and a tray with a bowl for food. It is lit well enough to see and perhaps even read a book. Fauchard is laying on the bed. He doesn't appear asleep, but just laying on his back and staring at the ceiling. He rolls over when he hears a pony approaching his cell. “Oh, hello Indigo. Come to pay me a visit?”
Indigo sighs. “Something like that, but I never thought I'd see you in here. I expected better of you than to start bar fights.”
Fauchard rolls over onto his back and looks at the ceiling again as he says, “I did what I had to do. He insulted my family and did not listen to my warnings. I am sorry it had to happen though. I hope it won't get in the way of my future talks with him.”
Indigo rises his brow, but proceeds to replace Fauchard's water, clean his bowl and put some food into it. I hope you like carrots. “Yeah, he tends to be insulting at times, I just didn't expect, you would let him provoke you. I suppose you should take your 'future talks' into the barracks, if you haven't had enough of him by now.”
Fauchard gets out of bed and walks over to the food Indigo has brought him, “It is a shame he had to react in that way. I was just trying to talk to him about his drinking problem. It is such a tragedy to see him waste his potential like that, but he started insulting Friesden. If he had just kept it directed at me, I could have swallowed my own pride, but involving my family-” Fauchard tries to levitate a carrot, fails, remembers the wards, so instead he shoves the bowl away with a hoof and looks back to Indigo, “-that could not be tolerated.”
Having finished with food and water, Indigo moves away from the bars, stops surprised hearing Fauchard's explanation and takes another two steps back, when he looks at him. “For what it's worth, he is sober on duty, but finding him asleep somewhere in the morning is no fun at all. I told him to just drink in his room and not wander off, but he still does. Ugh, I suppose there is no helping it.” He frowns. “I don't really see, how any of this is connected to Friesden, though”
Fauchard sits down and shakes his head negatively. “After the 'chat' I had with him, I still think he can be helped. He just needs to believe in himself. I'm not too sure why he brought Friesden's name into it, but Glaive believes it may have something to do with her rejecting Granite's advances, as Granite and Jaxler are rather close.”
“Helped?” Indigo laughs. “From my experience, dealing with Jaxler is not about help, but about damage control. Making him drink less or be less stubborn would be like telling him not to breathe. Even his prison time did little to change him. No wonder, he didn't like your lecture. No, it is not about help, but about minimising the damage he causes as he gets through his day. If you still want to try to 'help' him, you are welcome to try, but please make sure, other ponies don't suffer needlessly because of the results.”
“Did it ever occur to you Indigo, that perhaps by agreeing with his idea that he can't change, you are only reinforcing it? Nopony is beyond help. I...I was in a worse state than he is now after my wife and daughter...passed away. It took years, but because I had ponies that still cared about me, I was able to recover from it. He just needs the same.”
Indigo momentarily gets serious and a bit sad. “Ah yes, for as long as I've known you, you had a soft spot for the sick, cripples, bastards and anypony who is at a disadvantage. A rather commendable... flaw. Don't get me wrong, if somepony is hungry and I have food, I can share it. If somepony needs some other basic necessity badly, I may provide it. But I won't get out of my way to help everypony, especially those who don't want to help themselves. I'll just offer my advice, then step aside and let them make their own choices and suffer the consequences. I simply don't see a way to help Jaxler, so I just let him be and try to minimise the damage he does to others.”
Fauchard looks down at the floor, “He may beyond help, but I can't just not try to help him. If he lacks the strength to pull himself out of this, then, very well, but I will at least throw him a rope.”
Looks like he just used it to pull you down. “I understand. For what it's worth, I respect your choice.” You are stronger than I ever was. “I won't stand in your way and may help you, as long as you ask me for reasonable things. As for Friesden, I'm not surprised, she rejected Granite. I was surprised she considered him in the first place." Maybe he was simply the first buck ever to take interest in her and show her some affection. "Jaxler and Granite are best buddies. I didn't get what Jaxler even sees in him, until he told me something during his prison time.” Indigo frowns. “Maybe I shouldn't talk about it.”
“Well, I won't insist you share it, but such information might be helpful, if you wish to tell me.” responds Fauchard.
Indigo takes a look at Saber and hesitantly walks up to the bars. “You would never tell me something like that yourself, you know... Fine,” he whispers, “Jaxler told me that Granite is his son. It does explain a lot about the annoying, thieving bastard, but why would Glaze cheat on Cleaver with Jaxler of all ponies, is beyond me.”
Fauchard nods, “I had no idea, but thank you for telling me. That information might prove useful.”
Indigo looks at a partially filled bucket of refuse and sighs. “You know, since I'm here, I may as well empty that for you. Once I get it out of this annoying suppressor, I won't even have to touch it to carry it.” He takes it and steps back. “So, would you like me to bring you anything? A book to help pass the time, perhaps? Only if you are allowed to have one of course, I'm not smuggling anything for you or breaking any other rules.”
Fauchard gets the bucket and places it where Indigo can take it, “I am allowed books, yes. If you could bring me a few from my room that would be much appreciated. Though, you will need to get the key from either Glaive or Friesden. Please, bring me a couple of novels, and a book of poetry, it doesn't matter which ones. That should last me a little while at least.”
“I'll just tell Glaive that you want some novels and a tome of poems, then.” Indigo takes away the waste, empties the bucket, cleans it and takes it back. Then he gives it to Fauchard, says goodbye and walks away with the now empty bucket, he used for bringing him water.
As Indigo walks away, Fauchard climbs back into his bed and thinks to himself, Indigo may have a point about Jaxler, but I can't give up, not yet, not till I'm sure that I've given it my best shot.
(( NOTE: Glaive is informed about Fauchard's request, so he gets his books. Indigo visits him once or twice more before his sentence is done. ))
Post by: Maklak on June 28, 2012, 02:35:58 pm
(( Galena 263: Yet another captain's meeting. ))
(( 27 Felsite: Ocean Breeze and Diamond Shard wounded by FB. ))
(( 15 Malachite: Bardiche gets wounded by an FB again. ))
(( 28 Malachite: Arablest died to FB. ))
(( 20th to 26th Galena: Virtue poison joked. ))
After the discussion of the usual stuff, such as schedules for guard duty and crossbow bolt production, the topic of recent attacks in the mines comes up. Virtue shakes her head as she examines the map on her desk again. "I don't understand... there's nowhere else for them to be coming from..."
Indigo sighs "We checked the walls over and over and they should be safe. Nopony has any idea, where we made a mistake. Since we can't just wall off the old mine and dig up a new one, we have to assume these attacks will happen again. The military patrols help a great deal, but the only thing that could be done beyond that is a full-on civilian defence program. Basically giving everypony weapons and hoping for the best. Crossbows with metal ammunition, chaffrons and mail shirts would be sufficient, but the cost of that is really high and besides..."
Halberd laughs out loud and shakes his head. "Oh, that would be quite a sight. I can just imagine over a hundred ponies with no idea which way to point a crossbow running around in town." His expression turns more serious and he adds, "No, no... that's a terrible idea. I would give it three days before two ponies got in a fight and shot each other. Or foals..."
Naginata frowns and nods slowly. "Halberd is probably right... it might do us some good to expand the reserves maybe, but we just don't have the pony power and resources to train all of the civilians to use a crossbow. We have enough steel to make the gear, but it would take a very long time and overall I don't think it's practical. And Halberd is probably right about ponies getting into trouble with them."
Glaive speaks up. "While expanding the reserves is not a bad idea, I don't think it is wise to give out weapons to everypony in town, with the intent to let them carry them around all the time."
Fauchard nods in agreement. "Yes, I think Glaive is right about this. We should allow any who want to learn to defend themselves into the reserves, but I don't think we need to put everypony in town into some sort of ramshackle militia. I think that is asking for trouble."
"The idea may sound good in theory, but would be unreasonable in practice. It makes it harder to keep weapons out of violent situations that don't need them and the cost would be far to high." adds Partisan.
Virtue nervously taps her forehooves together on her desk. Just the thought of her children... Rose, Valor and Rampart... wearing armour and holding a weapon... sent chills down her spine. She had no doubt that many of the other parents in Dawnpick felt similarly. "I... think I agree. Besides... we haven't seen any hostile rainbow ponies in almost two years now."
Indigo nods "I agree and am not in favour of this idea myself. In addition to all these downsides, armour is uncomfortable and would slow ponies down when they should run away. Besides, some might think they actually can fight and try to be heroes with only marginally better chance to survive than unarmed civilians. This policy would also give the impression that Dawnpick declared marital law or is mobilising for something, or that we are wasting good steel, instead of sending it to Coupledye. It is overruled then." An emergency cache of weapons and ammo and occasional drills, but without actual issuing of weapons might do it, but so would expanding the reserves or the military, and we already have plenty of soldiers anyway.
Virtue slumps back into her seat with a bit of relief. "Alright then... is there anything else anypony wants to discuss?" Everypony looks at each other, then at Indigo, but he says nothing, so the meeting ends.
(( NOTE: This scene was just for the lolz. ))
Post by: jaxler on June 28, 2012, 10:16:32 pm
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Jaxler walked down into the crypts. The pony couldn’t help but feel completely horrible. What had just happened with Glaive really made him feel dreadful, but the axe pony telling him to go drown in his drink was what really hurt the most.
As Jaxler descended the dark stairs he sighed deeply and then took a seat next to what used to be his coffin. He then lifted and spent about a minute looking at his crossbow. After a few moments of silence the depressed little pony then loaded his weapon and pointed it at his forehead.
A soft white glow envelops the bolt. Stiletto canters into the room slowly, looking at Jaxler with a worried look in her eyes. “Jaxler, what are you doing?”
Jaxler sighed and didn’t say a word.
“Why are you holding your crossbow that way, Jaxler?” the amethyst Alicorn stepped closer, her magical grip on the bolt not wavering for a moment.
Jaxler sighed again and tried to pull trigger.
The Twang of the bow string was defining in the silence of the crypts. Stiletto let out a long, pained, breath. “Jaxler, why?” the bolt hung in the air, centimeters away from the quivering bow string.
The pony hung his head and didn’t bother to speak.
Stiletto trotted right in front of Jaxler. She held her forehoof out toward the crossbow, but did not touch it. “Jaxler, please.”
Jaxler remained silent, and dropped his crossbow to the ground.
The crossbow floated off the ground and magically landed softly on a nearby perch. Stiletto lightly touched Jaxlers chin with her forehoof “Jaxler, at least look at me.”
Jaxler sighed again, and after a few moments compiled to stiletto’s demands.
The worry on Stiletto’s face was more than apparent. “What is wrong? Why would want to end yourself?”
“I’m tired of the pain...”
“Where are you hurt the most?” Stiletto moved her hoof from Jaxler’s chin to point at his chest. “Here?” The Alicorn mare spoke in soothing tones, in the hope Jaxler will be comforted.
“Yes...”
“Can you tell me why it hurts, please Jaxler?” Stiletto asked kindly.
“I don’t know why, I all I know is it hurts all the time, sometimes more than others, and I can only try to numb it.”
Stiletto put her forehoof on Jaxler’s withers. “Please come out of the crypt with me. We should get you someplace warmer, yes?” She tries to get Jaxler to his hooves.
“sure...” Jaxler then got up and extended his forehoof toward his crossbow.
Stiletto let him take the crossbow. “If you think you need it.” Her magic slid the bolt she was holding into his quiver and closed it.
“Thank you,” Jaxler then slung his crossbow onto his back
She put her good wing around Jaxler and walked with him up the stairs to the road “You spend too much time down there anyway.”
Jaxler felt a little bit better to be in Stiletto’s embrace, but still didn’t speak much.
“Do you know why you were in the crypts again, Jaxler?” Stiletto asked cautiously as they trotted in the daylight.
“It’s the only place that’s always quiet and nopony bothers me. It’s be best place for me to sit and think.”
“Alone, do you like to be alone, Jaxler?” She asked while maneuvering them towards the kitchens.
“I usually don’t...”
“Then maybe you should go some other place to think.” Stiletto squeezed him lightly with her wing “You do not need to be a lonely pony.” she whispered.
Jaxler kept his ears flopped down and his head down. “I know...”
“Would you like something to eat?” They had reached the kitchens. Stiletto indicated some prepared meals with her forehoof.
Jaxler looked at the meal in genuine surprise. He really hadn’t been paying attention toward where they were going. “Um... sure.”
Stiletto picked up a bottle of orange juice and a plate of guinea hen eggs. “Get what ever you like, I will pay for it.” She nodded him toward the food and drinks.
‘
Jaxler really wasn’t hungry right now, but wasn’t dumb enough to skip a free lunch. After looking over the food he had available he picked up two cooked giraffe steaks.
Stiletto paid with a hoof-full of silver bits and hovered her meal along beside her. “Would you like to walk with me a little while?”
“yeah... “
Her wing guided Jaxler on to the road. “To the river, is that alright?” she asked while casually trotting them to the gate.
“Yes.”
Stiletto took them out through the gate to an old tree by the river. “I am going to sit under that tree and eat. Would you like to watch the river with me as I do so?” She indicated with her wing.
Jaxler nodded but still managed to look depressed.
The large amethyst Alicorn brought Jaxler with her to the tree. she sat and looked at the river while taking a drink of juice.
Jaxler didn’t bother to say anything, and just sat next to Stiletto, and looked at the river.
“Jaxler.” said Stiletto, speaking quietly. “Will you tell me please, why did you try to put a bolt in your head?”
“I got reminded that I’m only getting worse, and it’s best that I quit before I turn into a monster.”
Her wing hugged Jaxler softly. “Would you explain to me how that happened?”
“A few days ago, I provoked Fauchard into fighting me in an attempt to make him leave me alone when all he was trying to do was help me. He broke my leg. When I went to see panacea, I learned I’ve had extensive nerve damage since I was a foal. And just today, Glaive went to talk to me about getting his dad in jail. In the end he said he regretted helping me, and basically implied that he wanted me to die.”
Stiletto turned to Jaxler and wrapped him in her long forelegs. “Oh you poor little pony.” She petted his mane. “You should come and talk when such things happen to you. Please?”
“I don’t like bothering others with my own problems.”
“Ponies want to help you though. We can not do that if do not want let us help you.” She locked his gaze with a pleading look.
“So instead of going down the crypts I should talk with somepony?”
“Yes please.” Stiletto nodded.
“fine...”
Stiletto hugged Jaxler to her chest “Thank you.”
He let silence grow over the two for a while before shifting his attention to the water. “Did you know I can’t swim?”
“No, I did not know that. Are you uncomfortable with water?” Stiletto cocked her head to one side.
“Nope, just never had a reason to learn.”
“Do you wish to learn? I can hold you with my magic.” She pointed to her horn with a wing.
“I guess I could try to learn. Though I actually much rather sit here for the time being.”
“That sounds good to me... but, we should get Fuchard out of jail, latter.” Stiletto hugged him tightly. “That is what good ponies would do.”
“I’d doubt there's much we can do. “
“I can post bail, and you could explain that you will not press any charges.”
“He’s rich, he would has already done so, and I never went to the guard about my leg being broken.”
“Yes, that is true, but you must tell them that there will be no charges... I think.” Stiletto rubbed the side of her head.
“It may seem selfish, but I honestly just want to sit here for a while and pretend like it didn’t happen.”
She folds her wings around him and brushes his mane. “We can do that.” Stiletto watched the rivering run by as she held Jaxler in a warm comforting embrace.
Jaxler sat there and allowed silence to grow over the two before speaking up. “Why can’t I just be happy?”
“I wish I could give you an answer to that. Truthfully, I believe you can be a joyous pony if you find something to excel at.” The great Alicorn let out a sigh “I want to help you be happy.”
“why does everypony else get to be happy, and I don’t?”
“What makes you happy Jaxler? can you tell me?” Stiletto looked softly into his eyes as she spoke.
“When everypony and everything I care about is safe.”
“I wish I could do that.” Stiletto looks at the ground “I am always too slow.” She touches her eye patch.
“You know, I almost always feel unsafe, and even afraid...”
Stiletto gently stroked his mane “Why is that, Jaxler?”
“I have scars”
“On your body, or, someplace else?”
“Both...”
“Is there anything I can do to help you heal?” Stiletto look at Jaxler with honest concern.
“I don’t know...” Jaxler then started to lean into stiletto and looked as if he was trying not to cry.
“Nopony here but the two of us, you can cry Jaxler. Let it all out, my little pony.” She pulled him close to her chest.
He then started to cry, feeling safe in stiletto’s embrace.
The large Alicorn cradled Jaxler in her forelegs, her wings held him with care. Stiletto doing what she could to make jaxler feel safe.
Jaxler continued to cry, but eventually, he closed his eyes and stayed there contentedly.
Post by: jaxler on June 28, 2012, 10:20:38 pm
Moral was sitting by under tree looking really sad. He just saw something that about ruined his good day and now he felt really bad. He was trying his best not to cry, but he just felt so sad right now that was hard.
Marilee happened to be trotting by, when she noticed the poor stallion sitting beneath the tree, and came over to sit by him. “Uhm... hey there Moral, remember me?”
Moral sighed. “Yes I do um... Marilee?”
Marilee smiled at him. “Yes, that’s right. Is everything alright? You don’t look so good.”
Moral tried his best to be calm. “W-well I feel kinda... um... sad right now...”
“Oh, I’m sorry to hear that. Would you mind telling me what’s the matter? Maybe I can help.”
“Well... um... uh.. I kinda saw a foal with his parents.. and It made me sad because I don’t remember my mommy or daddy...”
Marilee winced sympathetically, “Y-You don’t remember your parents? At all? Oh, Moral, sweetie...” She leaned in to give him a hug.
Moral accepted the hug, but still looked rather sad.
Marilee draped a wing across Moral’s back, scooting a little closer to him. “Say, Moral... what do you remember? Before you came to Dawnpick, I mean.”
Moral shrugged. “I don’t”
“Y-You don’t remember anything? At all? Oh, Moral...” She hugged him more tightly.
“Yeah, me not have good memory.”
“B-But... I’ve heard ponies talk about you being a very powerful wizard. You must have gone to a school somewhere to learn that, surely you remember that?”
“Well, I know that I powerful wizard, and I know I went to school, but that doesn’t mean I remember it.”
“I... I’m sorry to hear that, Moral. I don’t know how I could help, though...”
Moral started to get a smile back. “It okay, I actually feel better just having you being nice and listening.”
“Oh? Well then I’m glad I could help you.”
Moral continued to smile and gave marilee a hug with his wing.
Post by: jaxler on June 30, 2012, 04:45:15 am
Marilee hurried to Jaxler’s home, almost at a gallop. She simply couldn’t believe it was true. Surely what she’d overheard the guards saying in the dining hall was just a rumor going around, right? But nonetheless, it had worried her. She simply had to hear the truth from Jaxler. She arrived at his door and stepped inside. “Jaxler, are you there?”
Jaxler was sitting in his chair not doing anything in particular, when Marilee busted into his room without knocking, which was really odd for her. “Um... yeah...”
Marilee smiled, trying her best to hide her anxiety. “Hey Jaxler, how have you been?”
Jaxler smiled back. “I’m fine... pardon me but something seems to be troubling you.”
“Oh, it’s nothing, really.” At least, she hoped it was nothing...
Jaxler got out of his seat and walked up to Marilee and placed his hoof on her withers. “It’s okay for you to tell me.”
“Uhm... okay...” Marilee sighed. “I, well... I heard some rumors around town, and. I know they’re just rumors and I shouldn’t pay much attention to them, but. they worried me. A lot.”
“What were the rumors about... they weren’t lying about you, were they?”
“Oh no, nothing like that. It was... about you, actually.”
“Well, what exactly did they say I did?”
“They said... well... they were saying you’ve been stepping out with a-another mare...”
Jaxler sighed, and sat back down in his seat. “With who?”
“Well, that’s the weird bit. They said you were with that big alicorn mare, Miss Stiletto? But I’m sure you told me you don’t like alicorns.”
Jaxler started to look nervous, upon realizing how Marilee and the people making those rumors could have mistaken. In the end he found it best to try to steer the conversation in another direction. “Well, I don’t really hate alicorns anymore...”
“Oh? Well, I’m glad to hear that, but how did it happen?”
“Well, it’s hard to explain...”
“I’ve got time.”
“. . .” Jaxler paused as he tried to think of an explanation. “Well, a couple years ago, I kinda had to act like a meat shield so that Flux could get away from a couple cave monsters. I was on the ground dying when Stiletto saved my life. I was loosing my hatred for alicorns ever sense and in light of recent events, I’ve dropped it altogether.” Jaxler really hoped he didn’t have to have to explain what the recent events were.
“It must have been something pretty profound to make you change your mind like that.”
“Yep...”
“So... have you been talking to Stiletto more often lately? Something that might make ponies think you were together?”
“Well, a few days ago, me and had a run in...”
“What did you talk about?”
“um.. stuff.”
“Jaxler...” Marilee looked pointedly at him. “What kind of stuff?”
Jaxler really had a feeling that if he didn’t tell her exactly what happened then she’d think he was cheating on her. “Well, it’s kinda personal, and It’s not really what we talked about, but the events leading up to it.”
“Well, could you tell me about that, at least?”
“I’d rather not.”
“You know you can talk to me about... sensitive subjects, Jaxler.”
“Well... she found me in the crypts... and I was about to kill myself...”
Marilee gasps. “K-Kill yourself? Oh, Jaxler... why would you do a thing like that?”
“I...” Jaxler cut himself off and didn’t say anything else.
Marilee just stepped forward and hugged him. “I-It’s okay... if it’s too much to talk about...”
“It’s fine...”
“Okay... so, miss Stiletto found you, and stopped you?”
“Yeah...”
“And... what happened after that?”
“Well, she kinda had me leave the crypts and tried to comfort me. Which, involved keeping me under her wing as we walked around town.”
“I see... she does seem very, well... affectionate?”
“Well, she is. Though, aside from hugs we didn’t do anything that could make somepony think I was cheating on you, which I wasn’t.”
“I understand. I suppose I should thank her for helping you like that. I-If you had gone... I...”
“I-I’m sorry that I almost did anything that would have hurt you...” Jaxler then gave Marilee a hug.
Marilee snuggled closer to Jaxler. “Thank you... and thank you for being truthful with me, Jaxler.”
“Thank you too... Though I have one question.”
“Yes?”
“Considering how you feel about your brother, why did you react so badly to hearing about me and stiletto?”
“I...” She paused for a moment. “I... guess now that you mention it, that would be rather hypocritical of me...”
Jaxler tilted his head in confusion. “Wait...”
Marilee looked up at him. “What is it?”
Jaxler still looked confused. “What were you implying?”
“Oh? I didn’t mean to imply anything, I-I’m just saying, it was wrong of me to be upset at the possibility of you two... being together.”
“okay then...” Jaxler then tried to give Marilee a kiss.
Marilee accepted the kiss, breaking it after a short moment and turning it into a nuzzle.
Jaxler smiled and started to nuzzle Marilee back.
Marilee moved in for a longer, deeper kiss, gently pushing Jaxler back into his chair.
Jaxler held this for as long as he could, before breaking it. “So.. what now?”
“Well...” Marilee grinned wide. “Why don’t you just sit back, and I’ll show you...”
Post by: jaxler on June 30, 2012, 05:01:12 am
Jaxler was in the meeting with Granite. He was already thoroughly drunk, and by all means probably couldn’t think anymore. Three empty barrels and one full, lay next and to him and he probably could shouldn’t even be alive right now. “Hey, HEY, Gran-*HIC* Granite... I-I thiiiiinnnkkkk I’m goooooooona go for barrel” Jaxler pauses in order to cause suspense “Number 4!”
“Dud, dude THAT’S a friggin brill-*HIC* brilliant idea!” Granite slurs, taking a step back and knocking over a nearby table. “Go! Go! Go!” He chants, stuck in a broken table.
“Yeah, yeah... LETS... um... LETS DO THIS!” Jaxler chugged the fourth barrel. it took him around a few minutes to down it, but eventually finished the barrel and dropped the now emptied receptacle to the ground. “Igh NOdon’t fell so okay...”
“You-*HIC* you should... like... drink more, y’know? Like *HIC* booze always... helps!” Granite said. He struggled in vain to break the grip of the table on top of him.
“I-sh meh... neehad halp...” Jaxler’s leg gave up from underneath him. He hit the ground and stopped moving altogether. He laid there sprawled across the floor.
Flux was looking forward to dinner after a long day of smelting. He enters the dining hall just in time to see Jaxler tip over backwards, a pile of barrels and Granite around him. Flux shakes his head and bids a tearful farewell to thoughts of eating. Looks like he’d need to help Jaxler home so he can wake up somewhere that’s not the top of the water purifier or something.
Granite breaks free from the malevolent grasp of the broken table and stumbles over to Jaxler. “Da, dad? Are you *HIC* alright? Jaxl*HIC*ler?!” Granite slurs. He starts trying to shake him awake in his drunken stupor.
Jaxler doesn’t awake, and just lays there, unconscious.
Flux walks over to Granite and tries to calm him. “Granite? He should be alright, you know how much he tends to drink.” Flux leans down to get a better look at his friend, wanting to make sure he didn’t hurt his head when he fell over.
“He *HIC* he normally only has three barrels max... this... er... this is his *HIC* forth...” Granite says. “I, I think he needs... to see... Pana*HIC* Panacea...”
“Four barrels? Ya, we should probably take him to her. Just in case. Here, help me carry him.” Flux starts to lift Jaxler, though he’s going to need Granite’s help to actually move him.
“Right *HIC* I got this...” Granite says. He stumbles closer and lifts Jaxler up and almost bangs his head into a table. “We’re *HIC* going to the... to the well right?”
“No, the hospital”
As Jaxler is lifted he effectively emptied the contents of his stomach on the ground.
Granite’s gag reflex triggers at the sight of Jaxler vomiting, and so Granite starts puking all over a nearby table while a family eats their dinner nearby. “Oh... gods... I feel slightly better...”
Flux facehoof as Granite ruines a family’s dinner, but at least he got Jaxler to his back. “Um... Granite? Maybe you should help them. I should be alright with Jaxler now.”
“B-b-but, he’s my buddy... *HIC* you... you... don’t leave a buddy... behind...” Granite says. A tear comes to his eye.
Jaxler vomits once more from atop Flux’s back, still unconscious.
Flux sighs. “Fine, let’s just hurry! All this vomit can’t be good.” He keeps the fact that he can feel something... wrong with Jaxler to himself.
“Why... are we going... this *HIC* way?” Granite asks. “The wells... over there...”
Jaxler’s heart rate now started to slow dramatically.
“We aren’t going to the well! Run ahead and tell Panacea to get ready, Jaxler really needs her help!”
“Okay!” Granite yells. He sprints full speed towards the hospital and trips at the door, effectively using his face to break through the door, causing him to stumble to the ground at the front desk. “Panacea! *HIC* We need you!!!” Granite shouts.
Flux hurries to the hospital as fast as he can. “Come on Jaxler... stay with me...”
Jaxler’s breathing came to a halt as Flux carried him off.
Flux quickens his pace as he feels Jaxler keep fading, going as fast as he can without dropping his friend.
Panacea comes galloping down the stairs as Granite bursts into the hospital. She glances around wide-eyed for a moment before settling on him. “What? What is it?” she asks urgently.
“Ja-Ja-Jaxler is *HIC* is dying of... alco*HIC* alcohol poison... poising... poisoning!” Granite slurs. “He, he *HIC* he needs help!”
“Where is he?” she demands, running through her mind what to do. This might be out of her hooves already... She swears mentally. Why did it have to come to this? Why couldn’t Jaxler just listen to her when she told him this would happen?
Flux dashes into the hospital, Jaxler’s still form over his back. “Panacea! He’s not breathing!”
She darts over to a bed and gestures for Flux to bring him over. “Has he been vomiting?”
Flux hurries to put Jaxler on the bed. “Yes. Um... a lot.”
“Alright,” she says, wracking her brain for what to do about the breathing. This wasn’t going to be pleasant at all, but there was a life to save. She steps over to Jaxler and begins applying compressions to his chest, hoping he’d start breathing again on his own soon. When there’s no response, she gives him a few breaths, trying to ignore the smell, and taste, of alcohol and vomit. “Come on...” she mutters, repeating the compressions.
Worry grows to fear as she continues to get no response. She places a hoof to the artery in his neck and confirms her fear. No pulse. “Quick, somepony go get Chestnut! She should be upstairs in her room.”
Granite stands up. “On *HIC* it!” He breaks into a full sprint towards the staircase. After many stumbles, trips, and crashes into the wall, Granite makes it to Chestnuts room. “HELP NOW!!!” He shouts in a rage. He then stumbles back and falls down the staircase. “I’m *HIC* okay!”
Snapped from her peaceful reading, the brass-eyed unicorn knew immediately to head to the hospital. Her heart rate increased, not knowing what to expect. She fumbled down the stairs in a hurry and galloped after the disoriented earth pony ahead of her. Finally arriving, she asked in worry, “W-who is it?”
In a drunken rant, Granite explains to Chestnut, “Jaxler *HIC* has no pulse, he’s probably dead, he drank too much and now he... he has alcohol poisoning... Panacea needs *HIC* needs your help, Chestnut.” He pauses. “Hur*HIC*ry!!!” Granite yells, hoping his only drinking father-buddy hybrid will survive.
Chestnut felt grave concern as she quickly made her way to unconscious pegasus on the bed, “Everypony! Give me some room!” Concentrating, her horn began to sparkle with golden magic as she pressed it against Jaxler’s chest. A brief jolt of electric energy jumped into the black pony’s body. Allowing the reflexive muscle spasms to reside, she felt for his pulse. Nothing. She gives another surge, this time with more power. This time, she feels a weak pulse, “I’ve got something! He’s alive!”
Granite cheers out from the corner of the room and started to vomit next to himself.
Flux releases the breath he’d be holding, so relieved that Jaxler is alive, and hoping he’ll stay that way.
Panacea too lets out a relieved sigh. “Good work.” She begins examining Jaxler again. “He’s probably vomited up all of the alcohol by now... he’s going to need fluids, and some way to metabolize the alcohol that’s already in his blood.” She continues to feel his pulse and adds, “His body will take care of that if he doesn’t have liver failure.”
“Let me see what I can do about that,” Chestnut states. She walked over to a bucket of water that was regularly kept in the hospital room and levitated it over to the bed. Focusing her magic, she concentrated on slowly and carefully teleporting small amounts of the water into Jaxler’s bloodstream. This was going to be a delicate procedure; do it too quickly and the excess water could do more harm than good. The magic was keyed in on water specifically, so that impurities and germs would not be transported into his body as well. A dim and steady glow emanates from her horn.
“Yes, that should help,” Panacea says. “We’ll just have to keep an eye on him and let his body do the rest of the work. That’s going to take a few hours at least...” She looks at Flux and Granite and adds, “You can stay if you want, but we’ll keep an eye on him. He’ll be fine, I promise.”
Post by: DVNO on July 01, 2012, 08:44:33 pm
Dear Diary, I think I saw a mythical creature today, A creature I thought for sure I would never see in my entire life! I think I saw a prince charming. After the most romantic dinner with moral, I’ve realized he’s...Well he’s different. ‘Good’ would be a word for it, If I believed colts are capable of sort of thing. We’ll see If it’s genuine or not. I want to believe, I really, really want to. But I know better. This isn’t some sappy romantic novella, after all. I’ll go on a few more dates, See what Midnight’s doing, keep the irons on the fire and see which one burns hottest for me.
Alpine’s Diary
(The Handwriting is jagged and scattered)
DiaryIHadTheMostExcitingDayOfMyLifeSoThereIWasThereWasAFelbeastStandingBetweenMeAndthefortsoIdidwhatIhadtoIleapedAtHimWithMyWarfaceAll’RAAGH’. Wait T’ill Clear Hears This!
(The writing calms down and becomes more structured)
I thought I was dead. For A few seconds, there, I thought the the calvary wouldn't come, and I’d be the next to be shoveled in the catacombs. When the monster leered down at me, salivating, Strangely the first thought that came to mind was about my dad, how disappointed he would be if I did nothing and how heartbroken he would be at my funeral. I took the practice sword Clear and I use to spar and started practice. Thrust, parry, parry, dodge, thrust. I defended myself until the cavalry came, but for a second ... It wasn’t anything like the stories they tell you about as a foal. at all. If I didn’t have that narrow piece of iron with me to protect myself, I (the next Three sentences are scratched out beyond readability and the paragraph stops)
Patina’s Diary
Gentile
Rebel
Avenger,
Nobel
In
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Post by: DVNO on July 01, 2012, 09:01:52 pm
A while ago...
Sienna plays with the spaghetti on her fork, twirling it around over and over while she talks a mile a minute
“ - So, Is It just me, or is something, Weird, going through the fort? Granite’s a rock golem, Jaxler is a mare somehow, Stiletto’s a foal... whatever it is I hope I don’t catch it!”
“Well, if you do catch it I’ll make it go away.” Moral than began to nom on some letis. “I hope I no get it.”
Sienna looked surprised “Oh, you’re a doctor? I’d have never guessed.”
“Nope, I just no wanna um... uh... buck... OH! I no wanna see you sad.”
she chuckled “Me? Sad? I’ve never been sad and never will be sad. Why waste the effort?” she grins slyly “Especially when you can spend it getting even.”
“So, if you’re not a doctor, what do you do?”
“Oh, I waste the effort because you're nice to me and make me happy so I want you to be happy.” Moral then got a big smile. “and I make wooden crafts and stuffs form money, and for some reason always get a lot of money whenever a caravan comes...”
“Mmm, An artist. Being an artist isn’t easy, you just have to put your work out there, and if the world doesn't like it? Don’t worry, everyone’s a critic. Sounds like you’ve made it, though. Have a gallery? Maybe I can see some.”
“Oh, I no has gallery, but and I no care if anypony no like my stuffs, but, I do wish more ponies would like me... But you nice and like me, so I’m happy!”
she grins at him incredulously “Yeah, I don’t know why anyone wouldn't like you, you’re just a pyromaniac.”
Moral looked both shocked and sad by the insult. “W-w-why did y-you have t-to say that...”
“Relax, It was a joke! You wouldn't hurt anybody.” she chimed ‘I mean, hopefully...’ she thought
Moral sighed. “Can I please has hug?”
“Uh, sure, ‘you can has hug’.” she looks down at the food and the table keeping her from doing that “I mean, I would, If I wasn't in the middle of having a dinner with you. After, maybe?”
Moral sighed again, “okay...” and continued to eat his dinner. “you know... other ponies call me that word.. um.. uh.. pyrotrainiac or whatever... I not even know what it mean, or why you guys hate me so much...”
“Hate you? No. That’s respect, my friend. They respect you. and maybe tiny pinch of fear. but that’s not a bad thing! Means they’ll never step on you. And hey, I like you.”
she takes a sip from her mug
“Then why you call me that word that mean you fear and dislike me, and you called me that...”
“The same reason my brothers call me a slut behind my back.” she said simply “ The ponies just see it a way, we see it another. I’d just thought you’d be numb to it like I am. I stopped caring about the labels a long time a ago.”
she slurped down a particularly thick noodle
“Well, I just would like pony to like me... but you still like me, so I’ll be okay” Moral got his big smile back.
“Guess I don’t understand why you care much about others opinions, honestly. Someone has a problem with you? You can set them on fire. it’s pretty clear who’d win ... Sorry, I’ve been spending too much time around my brother Sheer Delight ...” she frowns “Then again, you might be right. He’s kind of a prick.”
“Well, I just want to be friends with ponies, and when they don’t like me, they don’t want to be friends, and when they on fire they really don’t want to be friends.” Moral still kept his smile going though. “So, what does that word you said earlier mean? sult I... um... DAMNIT! Oh! Sult I think it was.”
“Oh? ‘slut’.” the glow in her eyes dims a little “It’s something bad and it’s something I’m not. I’m not. So it doesn't bother me.” she said the second 'not’ a little more aggressively than the first, trying to assure herself more than anything
“”Well, you're not one!”
“Can we change the topic?” the said hotly “So do you make a lot of money doing what you do?”
“Well, no, I’m no the best at making crafts, but I do get pain money for it, and it fun, but I still gets lotsa money from other people. In fact I be rich!”
“I’m liking you more and more, Moral.” she grinned “I make a few things here and there, Dad’s still has a few of his old chisels and brushes around, and I dabble. But never sold anything.”
“Why you care if you sell something, it just fun to make stuff.”
“Ever heard the term starving artist?”
“You wouldn’t be starving, I’m rich remember!”
“Hey, I have a crazy idea. What if we like, I don’t know, make a giant mural over Virtue’s office or something! someplace public, where everypony can enjoy it!”
“I say go for it. If you um... uh... bucking hell.. what’s the word... OH! if you um... uh... if you want to do it, just do it... I’m Moral!”
“Yeah” Sienna agreed “If you want to do it, just do it... that’s some sage stuff, Moral.”
“Thank you. Ponies sometimes don’t be happy because they no do stuff they wanna do, so they get sad, and I no want you sad.”
Seinna just sat back and admired Moral. He’s just so... Simple. No judgements, no snappy comebacks, no... need to have a guard up. She found it so refreshing after all the bickering and chaos she puts up with from her family daily.
“And...I appreciate that.” she said, letting her soft side show just a little
Moral smiled at Sienna. “Thanks.”
“Uh, heh, I- yeah...” Sienna blushed, this whole ‘having honest intentions’ thing being new territory to her. She finished off the last bit of her meal.
“Well! It’s getting late, want to get the check and get some dessert?”
“Oh, sure!” Moral then levitated something out of the saddle bags laying next to his seat. It was puch filled to the brim with bits. “Um... do you think I has enough pocket change of this?”
Sienna raises her eyebrows in surprise “Yeah, Yeah I think that’ll do it...”
Moral smiles and leaves the bits on the table. “So um... uh... what you gonna get for uh... dessert?”
“I make the best cupcakes, maybe I can come over to your place and make some?”
“Oh, that would being great, I love cupcakes!”
“Sounds good. Oh, And about that hug...”
She gets up flings her arms around moral
“Thanks, thanks for just listening...”
Post by: DVNO on July 01, 2012, 09:04:46 pm
Before the alcohol poisoning...
Clear Skies was out in the courtyard, making slow, concentrated movements with his hooves. This was seven o'clock, this was his this was his time to block the world out and center on nothing but his inner spirit animal.
Jaxler and Granite walked over to the courtyard. Upon seeing the odd thing that Clear Skies was doing with his hooves. Jaxler was the first to talk. “Da’ buck you doing over there?”
“Trying to achieve inner peace and enlightenment. Mother says I get too angry at things so I’m trying this. What are you doing over here?” he growled
“You need to move around like a moron to calm down? Do you have any mental problems we should all be concerned about?” Granite asks, chuckling slightly.
“Granite! Stop making fun of him immediately! It’s not correct to make fun of the simple minded!”
Clear cocked his head to the side and made a wide circle with his hooves slowly
“It’s an ancient art of the zebra, and It’s proven to work. The Zebra merchant from the caravan told me himself.” he made a sour face “And for thirty bits it better..”
Granite burst out in laughter. “I’m sorry, but thirty bits? You payed a zebra thirty bits to learn how to calm down?”
“GRANITE! Remember what I just told you about the simple minded!He shifted his entire weight on one leg and exhaled deeply
“So, Did you come all this way for something, Or is Virtue paying you to sit here and laugh at me? I don’t think she is. Have anything better to do, Guardsmen?”
“You know both of us aren’t guards right? And I wish Virtue was paying me.” Granite pauses. “Maybe I could go spend thirty bits to learn all about this very interesting concept of stress relief.”
“Virtue pays your boss, your boss pays you, you know what I’m saying.”
Jaxler laughed a little bit. “Really? thirty bits for stress relief, what kind of fool would pay that?”
“Evidently this clown, Jaxler.” Granite answers, grinning viciously.
‘you are a crane, you are a mother-bucking crane, flying free...’
“The kind of fool who has two arsehats egging him on.” Clear said with a tinge of anger “Do you two want something?”
“Do you want something? You’re being really annoying right now. I’m just trying to carry a conversation on with my good friend and you keep on interrupting.” said Jaxler
“Jeez louise, the nerve of some ponies.” Granite says.
“yeah, the nerve of some ponies. like feeling up my sister? that kind of nerve, Granite?”
“Hey she came on to me, my friend. Guess I just got that winning personality.” Granite says.
“Meh, I wouldn’t expect somepony like Clear to actually understand what it’s like when mares actually are attracted to you.”
“I don’t think she’s your type. In fact, I don’t think mares in general are your type.” He grins “you and Jaxler are such great friends! You’re practically inseparable. wonder if you share each other's beds too? I bet Jaxler as a mare was a wet dream come true for you.”
Granite laughs. “Don’t worry, I have a cosy little apartment all to myself... well now also to Patina, too. I guess you can ask her all about my bed if you really want that information.”
“She’s. Not. Getting. Ten. Feet. While. I’m. still. Breathing.” He growled while he swayed side to side “So how was being a mare, Jaxler? was It fun?”
Jaxler shrugged. “Could have been worse.”
“Ha, Couldn't have been worse for your reputation. Of course, your reputation’s always been down the shitter, why start caring now?”
He makes a little kung-pow move
“You can thank me for that little out-of-body experience, by the way...”
Jaxler sighed. “You implying you dragged me into that poison joke?”
“Why, No! that'd be incriminating myself! I’ll never admit to that...” he did a hoof-stand “But the pony who did laughed his ass off for weeks.”
Granite’s laughter stops. In a very pissed off tone, he says, “Did you make me into that golem? Is it because of you that I became a monster?!” He takes a few steps towards Clear. “Huh?!”
“Aye, Granite! I think he just contradicted himself! You know that a contradiction is just another type of lie!” Jaxler then pulled a bolt out of his quiver and broke the head off. “I wanna show Clear what I did during sparring!”
“Clear, answer me! Did you do that?! And Jaxler hold off on that, I wanna hear what he has to say for himself.” Granite asks.
“Wanna hear what I have to say? Go F*&K yourselves! You’re not going to break this Qi I’m work’in up! I’m a calm, mother-buck’in butterfly!”
Granite suddenly bursts into laughter again. “I just wanted to know who to thank for letting me feel like an unstoppable badass, albeit a slightly clumsy one, so I guess I should thank you for that. Anyway you should really learn to watch your language, possible future brother-in-law.” Granite walks back over to his original spot.
“Granite, I’m gonna stick him with one my bolts unless you have any objections.”
“Yeah go for it.” Granite says. “It’s beatdown time!”
Jaxler grins as he plotted where he’d hit the dumbass in front of him. “KIDNEY SHOT!” Jaxler then fired the blunt bolt toward Clear’s kidney.
Clear slumped from his hoof-stand and collapsed all over the place
“THAT’S IT!.” Clear yelled. he got back on his hooves and cracked his neck. “Sorry, Itdun, I tried.”
He takes a swing at Jaxlers face
Jaxler didn’t move an inch as the hoof slammed into his face. “Your nonexistent god cannot help you now, simple minded foal.” Jaxler then swung the butt his crossbow toward Clear’s gut.
“Ugh!” Clear took the blow to the gut “RAAGH!” He leans into the blow and grabs the crossbow, wrenching it away and throwing it a good few feet.
Jaxler sighed, he really hoped the guy wouldn’t have done that. His crossbow was of course unharmed but Jaxler still was pissed. So, he threw his brass horseshoe clad hoof at the dumbass’s side.
Clear grabbed Jaxler’s mane by the mouth and landed three more solid blows to Jaxler’s face
Jaxler didn’t even flinch as he flung his brass clad hoof into the dumb ass’s forehead.
Granite hangs back a bit, waiting for a more opportune moment to intervene.
Clear had to get his bearings after that strike to the head “Alright! I give up! I-” his nervous expression turned into a big, dumb grin. He sees his brother Sheer Delight strolling up “ I don't think you’ve met my brother, Sheer, have you? He’s kind of a badass.”
“Jaxler I think we might be screwed here, but... eh scratch that, we can take them.” Granite says, sizing up his opponents. He quickly pulls out his flask and takes a few swigs. “Hey Sheer, you really wanna help this guy? He ain’t the nicest... or the sharpest.”
The mountain of a pony just gave a scowl, and took a vicious lunging punch at Granite, sending him flying back into Jaxler. Clear took the opportunity to squirm away
“Holy buck... Jaxler I think it’s safe to assume this guy is against us.” Granite gets up and unsheathes his chain. “I found it on my nightstand.” Granite chuckles slightly. He wraps the chain loosely around his fore legs.
“Can you distract him, I have a plan. I’ll need you to dodge /all/ his hits”
“Alright, fine.” Granite says. He leaves the chain wrapped around one leg and charges at Sheer.
Meanwhile, Clear starts to inch his way towards Jaxler’s crossbow
Sheer counter-charges, knowing who’d win in a straight collision, or maybe for total disregard of his life, who can say?
Granite mentally counts how many steps Sheer takes and instantly jumps to his left as Sheer Delight takes his second step. He spins his chain around close to him and leaps again behind Sheer, he then sends the chain out towards the back of his head.
Jaxler sees Clear inching toward his crossbow. “Bitch, da’ hell you doing!” Jaxler then flew as fast as he could to his crossbow in hopes of picking it up before Clear got it.
Sheer felt the chain slam against the side of his head. It hurt a little. He grabbed the chain on its receding arc and wraped it around his hoof, bringing Granite in close. he then proceeded to headbutt Granite One,no,Two times. Clear scrambled in panic for the crossbow swung it wide. He lined up Jaxler and pulled the trigger. *Click!* No bolt. “Damn It!” Clear cried
Granite grinned wickedly as he was pulled towards Sheer. Without hesitation he put his back legs into Sheers chest. Granite was caught off guard by the first headbutt and with a mix of stubbornness, willpower, and really strong moonshine, he ignored the pain of the testosterone-fueled jackass headbutting him. He quickly ducked out of the way from the second headbutt and started to feel a slightly warm liquid trickling from his forehead. On the moment Sheer went for the third headbutt, Granite raised his side of the chain and jumped onto his back , managing to slip the chain beneath Sheer’s neck. He then slid off of his back and walked slowly away from Sheer, leaving five feet of chain hanging loosely between them.
Jaxler collided with the crossbow stealing jackass and pried the weapon from Clear’s grasp. He then got up and flew toward Sheer and started to fling his crossbow at his head.
Clear and Sheer nod silently at each other. Clear clings on to Jaxlers legs. Sheer flings himself into the air with his wings and lands on Jaxler with all his weight.
Granite noticed he was off the ground pretty quickly. Holding his side of the chain for dear life, he had a plan. “Jaxler quickly juke to the side and catch me!” He shouts out. Granite shifts his weight and swings himself unto Sheer’s back. Without fear, he jumps off of him into a dive..
Jaxler couldn’t help but get slammed to the ground under the weight of both Sheer and Granite.
Granite braces himself for impact as he hits the ground. He shakes off the fall and walks towards Clear Skies. “This ain’t my first fall jackass.” He says nonchalantly. Granite stands over Clear and starts pummeling him with his hooves.
while Clear took blow after blow, he kept shouting out “Sheer, help!”
Sheer looked at his brother, ignored his pleas, picked Jaxler up by the mane, dusted him off and slammed him back to the floor, dropping both his hooves on him like a hammer.
Granite starts laughing like a maniac. He kicks Clear off of him with his back legs and sends Clear flying into Sheer.
Sheer Didn’t like the laughter. Didn’t like the laughter of friends. Didn’t like the laughter of children. He didn’t like laughter because he knew all too well what they were laughing at. He suplexed Granite, grabbed him by the throat, and shut him up for good with a swift punch
Granite stood laughing directly into Sheer’s face as the hoof connected with his jaw. He kept laughing until he hit the ground unconscious, with one massive grin on his face, a final taunt to the huge motherbucker before him.
Jaxler really was having a hard time reorganizing himself after being slammed into the ground, but upon seeing Granite black out, he snapped. The irate pony walked over to the behemoth who dared hurt his son He brought his crossbow up into the air and swung the device down upon Sheer’s unguarded head with maximum amount of force the pony could muster multiplied the amount of rage he felt.
Sheer Delight took the blow to the head, the crack was audible through the entire fortress. He raised his bleeding head up to Jaxler’s, standing a little taller, snarled and just ... walked away.
Granite’s vision faded back and he remembered one crucial thing. Beat the hell out of Clear Skies. “Patina...” Granite mumbled to himself. He pulled himself up and limped over to Clear. “Wait! You win! you proved your point! Just don’t-” Clear pleaded. He swiftly choke slammed him into the ground and punched him out. “I win.” Granite chuckled. He tore a piece of his coat off and wrapped it around his head to stop the bleeding. He pulled out his flask, sat down, and looked up to the sky.
Post by: Telgin on July 02, 2012, 08:41:54 pm
So this is my first post in quite a while, but it does feel like an important one. Could I get a migrant? Earth pony please. Must be female for my plan to work, would prefer dark blue coat with a black mane and tail. Exprence with a sword would be a plus. Name her Sabriel. Dont judge a book by it's cover...
I've had migrants turned off for a while now due to population issues, but if you don't mind just renaming another pony I can do that. I'll try to get back with you on this ASAP.
I supose I could take someone with no relations and pretend they just got there. Same request otherwise.
Sorry I took so long getting back to you. Bevel looks like a good match. She's an Earth Pony and has no relationships of any sort. I can rename her Sabriel, but I'll be honest in that I have no idea when I'll get around to making an avatar. I have almost no time for this for the next 6 weeks. :(
Post by: jaxler on July 03, 2012, 09:50:19 am
So this is my first post in quite a while, but it does feel like an important one. Could I get a migrant? Earth pony please. Must be female for my plan to work, would prefer dark blue coat with a black mane and tail. Exprence with a sword would be a plus. Name her Sabriel. Dont judge a book by it's cover...http://cbe003.chat.mibbit.com/?channel=%23Dawnpick&server=irc.mibbit.net
^ that's where we organize most our scenes, if you want to join in, go there.
Post by: jaxler on July 06, 2012, 06:02:56 am
Post by: Paaaad on July 07, 2012, 03:06:08 pm
So this is my first post in quite a while, but it does feel like an important one. Could I get a migrant? Earth pony please. Must be female for my plan to work, would prefer dark blue coat with a black mane and tail. Exprence with a sword would be a plus. Name her Sabriel. Dont judge a book by it's cover...
I've had migrants turned off for a while now due to population issues, but if you don't mind just renaming another pony I can do that. I'll try to get back with you on this ASAP.
I supose I could take someone with no relations and pretend they just got there. Same request otherwise.
Sorry I took so long getting back to you. Bevel looks like a good match. She's an Earth Pony and has no relationships of any sort. I can rename her Sabriel, but I'll be honest in that I have no idea when I'll get around to making an avatar. I have almost no time for this for the next 6 weeks. :(
Ok, that sounds good.
Post by: Psalms01 on July 07, 2012, 06:24:52 pm
(( Pony Espionage Action ))
(( 7th Timber, 263 ))
The Autumn wind blows upon the savanna at late afternoon, still warm but the temperatures are dropping and the ponies are going to be little willing to leave their dwellings. Amber’s horn and right ear pulsed with ache at every beat of her heart. Another thing that annoyed the mare was the cold, after losing weight, the nip of the chilly air was more felt. To remedy the cold, she hangs around the wood furnace, resting against the warm shale blocks. Her family has known many of the wood burners, through her father, who made potash from ash and Sienna who fells firewood. The peach mane Unicorn rested there, unaware of the midnight coated pony sneaking behind her.
Midnight steps softly as he closes in on Amber, a determined smile on his face. He slows his breathing as he gets closer to her, holding it finally as he got right next to the mare. He pauses just as his hoof hovers above Amber’s withers, a thought crossed his mind. He takes a moment, and looks to see her expression. A badly timed prank could make a bad day worse, rather than improve it.
Still unaware of the master ambusher, she laid relaxed against the bricks, as the hooded silhouette closes behind her, the flickering light from the furnace showing a little of Midnight's face. A smile hangs on her face, oblivious to the prank to come.
Midnight steps back a bit, and decides on a change of plans. He sets his weight on his back hooves before taking in a deep breath. “HI!” He shouts out before he quickly moves out of range of any attacks Amber could throw in her surprise.
Jumping from the stone walled furnace, Midnight’s interrupts never fail to surprise the mason-pony. She held back the urge to send her back hooves, to buck the blue stallion out in spite. “Midnight, why you intend on scaring a mare out of her coat.” Asked in a rhetorical question, as she tosses with her hoof, mane that covered her brass eyes, this displayed her broken horn. “How are you, Midnight?”
Midnight chuckles at the mare’s reaction, and gives her a wide smile as she addresses him. “I’m fine, thanks for asking.” He says as he walks back up to Amber. “I didn’t scare you too badly, did I? That was quite the jump.” He says, still smiling as he replays her reaction in his head.
“Just, I was expecting you and still let my guard down.” She said in a hushed tone as she spies towards the ashery that her father works. The mare struggles to hide behind the charcoal kilns even if her father is out of sight, or not even there. “Do you know where my pops and older sister are?”
“By now? I don’t know for sure, but I would assume that they were home. Or at least staying someplace that’s heated well.”
Amber moved on to her next question; “and how have they been doing for the last few days?” She said trotting back over to her friend’s side.
“Splinter has been doing fine, if not overworked, as normal.” Midnight takes a seat by the furnace he spent his day working at, and slide his hood off of his head. “And Sienna has been very upbeat for a while now.”
Joining her hunches to the ground with Midnight’s, she breathes a sigh of liberation from having to get the information herself. “Is there anything else you know?” The mare’s voice comes out abrasive, as if something was stuck in it, she coughs.
“I haven’t heard much from Splinter. Though, Sienna does talk about Moral often. I’m glad she’s been enjoying her time with him.”
Sighing and looking away, the peach mane Little Pony hated her sister for playing with other-ponies’ feelings for her own ends, but moved on. “Sorry Midnight for my sister, she can be a little… slutty, and she has no right talking about another stallion in front of another… suitor like that.” She tripped over her mix of words and irritated throat.
Midnight’s cheeks turned a bit purple at that. “I-it’s fine. I’m only really looking to be good friends with Sienna.” He leans against the furnace a bit and stared at the flame as his smile faded a little. He hated hearing family speak so lowly about one another...
“I just hope you don’t get hurt from it; and thanks for the information…” She says fidgeting with her hooves, holding her breath as if wanting to say something more.
“It’s nothing, I’m just glad I can help.” Midnight says before he turns to look at Amber. Quickly he notices how she looks. “Um, is there anything else you wanted to know?”
The eldritch blue shine of Midnight’s eyes causes Amber to fight a short yelp; other Little Ponies’ eyes shined the same, but this Earth Pony’s was brighter and tendency to do so earlier than most. “No, nothing. Um how are you and Rose?”
“We’ve been doing pretty good actually. She hasn’t had much work to do so I’ve been able to hang out with her more.” Midnight says before leaning against the furnace again.
Amber feels sick to her stomach. “I am sorry how you found her at the depot crying like that, I’m very happy about hearing about her doing better.” She says and after a long enough pause, she changes the subject; “and how is work?”
Midnight’s smile disappears instantly as he stares at the flame, his mind drifting a little. Why did she ever have to mention that? “It’s been good. The work isn’t very demanding. And the furnace does keep me warm.”
The mare runs one of her foreleg up and down the other one, blatantly upset that she upset Midnight. “Would you like to grab a bite with me, in the milder warm dining hall?” She asked as she thought. Why did you have to bring that up, stupid, stupid mare. Amber starts to walk off to the dining hall, but stops to see if the midnight blue was following.
Midnight stares a little longer before looking away from the furnace, and clearing his mind. The stallion quickly walking beside Amber. “Sure, thanks for asking.”
Post by: Telgin on July 08, 2012, 05:42:48 pm
Furthermore, I'm going to go ahead and make it official: Dawnpick is ending very soon. I'll save the details for my next fort update, which should follow within the next few days. I sincerely apologize to those who weren't ready for it to be over, but things have evolved to the point that I think it's unavoidable and is for the best in many ways. It's not over right now, but it won't be long. I also apologize to Paaaad and anyone else who was considering joining, but it's not really practical any longer.
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16th Slate, 263 (The morning after Indigo spoke to Virtue about the bins)
As Virtue approached the dining hall, her already elevated heart rate jumped up a notch. The murmurings of the hundred ponies crowded inside were very audible, if unintelligible, and she paused at the doorway. Perhaps she should have chosen a better place to hold this meeting. Outside maybe? Too late to worry about that. She had to get this over with. Everypony in Dawnpick needed to know what was going on, and she had to be the one to tell them. She was the duchess, it was her job.
She nudged the door open after a moment to collect herself, and stepped inside. The ponies just inside immediately hushed as they laid eyes upon her, and prodded their neighbors to silence them as well. Mortar, Ashwood, Billows, Carmine, Copper Trim, Diamond Shard... so many ponies she recognized, and wished she had no reason to address in this manner. At least she still commanded enough respect among them that they didn't fly into a riot when they saw her, but soon enough she would know how they all felt.
As the room fell into silence, she strode down the empty aisle in the center of the room down to the makeshift platform that had been erected for this purpose. Harvest Moon was already standing there, just as he promised he would be, and Glaive and Falcata flanked the platform. She desperately hoped their presence wouldn't be needed. She really didn't think it would.
She ascended the platform, gave her husband a weak frown, and turned to face the entire population of the town. Two hundred and seventy eyes looked back at her, and nopony said a thing. At least she didn't have to worry with that. She swallowed hard, cleared her throat, and looked down for a moment. Even after rehearsing this for an hour beforehoof, she wasn't ready. "E-everypony..." she began in a weak, almost cracking voice. "I... I think you all know why I've called this meeting."
Most of the ponies sat still. A few nodded, fewer responded with quizzical expressions. "I-I have no doubt you've heard of the terrible tragedy that befell our friends and family just days ago." She neglected to mention Partisan and Jury's names. It was probably best to keep this as neutral as possible. "Savory and Whirlwind... what happened was... absolutely awful... and a horrible misunderstanding."
At that, most of the ponies flashed confused faces at one another. Storm Cloud was standing at the entrance to the dining hall, directly across from her, and she could see his expression harden before he looked away. It was his family that was harmed... that he was even here was more than she would have asked.
"I don't know what you've all heard about what happened. I'm certain that there are many rumors have spread by now..." She swept her eyes across the crowd and tried to guage their emotions, but that was hard to do when she was so mixed up herself. "You've probably heard that it was I who... ordered the punishments." She slowly shook her head. "But I did not order anything, much less something so terrible." She paused and tried to pick Partisan or Jury out of the crowd, but failed after a brief moment. "That is what the guard received though."
A few hushed mutterings filled the room at that, followed by profoundly curious faces. She went on, "That's right. Somepony forged my name, my seal, and ordered corporal punishment for trading away the bins. I did ask Rose not to trade away the bins this time, but never on my life would order punishment for something like that. Not even a fine." She ran a few things through her mind, but she wasn't sure where to go from here. So, she said the next thing that came to mind, "I would never order corporal punishment for something like this. If somepony stole everything to my name from me I'd never order something like that."
"I... I just..." she stepped back a bit and faltered. "Nothing I say or do can make amends for what has happened." Her eyes picked out Storm Cloud again, as well as Detergent and her other children at the far side of the room. How painful this must have been for them she couldn't imagine. "I'd give everything I owned if I could undo the damage. But I can't..." She frowned harder and her lip trembled a bit. She wasn't going to cry in front of everypony. She wasn't going to do it. Finally she rallied and added, "I'm... I'm just sorry to everypony who was hurt... I wasn't the one responsible. The guard aren't responsible. It... it was whoever forged the warrant.
"I don't know who is responsible yet. The guard are currently investigating it, and we will find out who is responsible and bring them to justice." One last time she looked over the crowd. "I don't believe anypony here would do such a thing. I believe it was the Shadowglaze family again, but for now we just don't know."
She shut her eyes and recited the last of her speech again. It was hardly appropriate anymore, so she finished with, "Again... I... I'd just like to say again that I can't express how sorry I am for this happening. If I could have prevented it, you know I would have." She stepped forward again. "If-if there is anything I can do to make up for this... to help anypony who was hurt... please let me know."
The room fell silent, and she hung her head briefly. She'd said enough. "If anypony needs me... I'll be in my office. I'm sorry..."
With that, she gave Harvest Moon a look, but what expression was on her face she could only guess. He made to follow her as she stepped down from the stage, and the two slowly travelled down the empty path toward the exit. Everypony around her were now whispering among themselves. She couldn't make out most of the words, but their tones made it mostly clear. "Does she really think we believe that?" she thought she heard somepony say. "Just trying to pass the blame," another said, she thought.
Or maybe she was just hearing things. Either way, she didn't want to be there anymore. She stepped outside and made for the keep, where with any luck she would be able to hide for the rest of the day without irate ponies coming to accuse her of things she didn't do. If only she had better answers for them.
A hoof rested on her withers as they walked along, and Harvest Moon said, "You did fine. You told them the truth, that's all you can do."
"It won't be enough," she replied in a weary tone. "And I have nothing else to tell them." She sighed. "I just don't know what to do..."
Harvest Moon rubbed her back and moved his mouth to her ear. "Sshhhh. It's going to be okay, I promise."
Virtue simply nodded in response.
Post by: Paaaad on July 09, 2012, 03:49:17 pm
Post by: jaxler on July 10, 2012, 11:01:27 pm
Jaxler woke up. His entire body ached and his head stung like crazy. He felt a small sting in his chest, as if he was burnt there, and the light in the room was horrible. He sat up, and looked around, he somehow managed to end up in the hospital. What was more odd what the fact that he saw Marilee sitting in the room with him. He didn’t have any idea how he got there. What was even more odd was the fact that the little pony was shivering.
As Jaxler sat up, Marilee threw her forelegs around him, holding him tightly. After a long moment of silence, She managed to squeak out, “Y-You’re awake...”
Jaxler was surprised by the sudden hug, but still kept shaking as if he had fallen through the ice on top a frozen lake. “Um, yeah... how’d I get here.” he then returned the hug, still trembling.
“Y-You drank too much. M-Miss Panacea said you went into shock.” She pulled away from Jaxler, looking into his eyes. “When they c-came to tell me, I-I thought... I thought y-you were already...” She broke off, burying her face in his shoulder.
“I... I had already died...”
Marilee nodded weakly, not taking her head from his shoulder.
Jaxler put his forelegs and wings around his love. “I... I’m sorry...” he still couldn’t stop his shaking.
Marilee raised her head again, looking into his eyes. “Jaxler... you got lucky this time. really lucky. What... what’s going to happen if this happens again?”
Jaxler still was trembling, as if something was haunting him. “I... I’d probably die.”
Suddenly, Jaxler’s world went spinning as Marilee smacked him hard across the face with a forehoof. “H-How can you do that!?” She cried, tears streaming down her face. “H-How can you be s-so calm about this? D-Do you not even c-care whether you l-live or die?”
Jaxler was speechless. He never expected this in his life.. He didn’t say anything for what seemed like forever. He still tried to pull Marilee closer to him with his wings and legs, as if he was afraid of her leaving him. the markspony only managed to shake even more. “I-I-I...” he kept quiet until he finally realized something. “I-I.. I need my crossbow.”
“Your crossbow is safe, I made sure of that. I promise you’ll get it back later. But not now. First, we need to talk.” Marilee got up from the bed, going to the door. “We all need to talk.” She opened the door, stepping out briefly to speak to somepony outside.
Jaxler felt a bit of fear surge through his being as Marilee got up and left him. He didn’t object to not having his crossbow, which was odd, and instead pulled the bed’s covers over him in an attempt to fend off the cold, but he still kept on shaking.
After only a few moments, Marilee came back into the room, holding the door open behind her.
Flux steps through, looking relieved that Jaxler is still alive. "Um, hi Jaxler"
Stiletto stands just behind Flux. She smiles at Jaxler, but her eyes hold sadness.
Jaxler sat up again, still trying to keep the covers of the bed over him. “Marilee... what’s going on?”
"Jaxler, honey... this is an intervention"
Jaxler gave marilee a stressed look. “Um... okay... before we do this, can I have my crossbow, and a few more blankets please...” the pony was still shivering.
The Crossbow was probably out of the question right now, but Flux saw no harm in some more blankets for his friend. He grabs an extra blanket from a cabinet and lays it over Jaxler.
“F-flux can I have more than just one more blanket?”
Stiletto floats a blanket to Flux from the cabinet, who smiles in thanks at her before laying it over him as well.
“T-thanks.” Jaxler kept on shaking, but the blankets helped, but not much. “W-what exactly is a-an intervention?”
Stiletto looked to Flux and then to Marilee. The large Alicorn then looked at Jaxler. “We are intervening on your behalf to help you with your problem.”
“Okay then...” Jaxler didn’t complain and just sat there, shivering and trying to feel some level of warmth in the new sheets.
Marilee sighed, stepping forward. “Jaxler, I know you promised you’d try and slow down your drinking, but, well... we can all see that’s not working out.”
Jaxler remembered promising her he’d cut back, and how he didn’t follow through. He realized he had told a lie. after how many years had of nothing but the truth, he told a lie... he actually felt sick about it. “I-I’m sorry for lying Mari...”
Marilee laid a hoof on Jaxler’s shoulder. “You didn’t lie to me, Jaxler. I know you really thought you could do this. But the truth is, it’s just too much for you to handle alone.”
Jaxler hung his head down and didn’t say a word. He still felt badly for lying, and for some reason the bed sheets weren’t working
Stiletto stepped closer and put a hoof on Jaxler’s withers, opposite to Marilee’s hoof. “Jaxler, we have come to help. We will keep watch over you and work to keep the alcohol away from your muzzle.”
Jaxler kept quiet again, and and tried his best to sink into the sheets.
Flux nods. “We’re not trying to blame you or make you feel bad... we’re trying to help you, Jaxler.”
Jaxler kept quiet for a while before speaking. “I feel cold...” The pegasus continued to shiver.
Slowly and carefully, Stiletto placed her foreleg around the shivering black furred and red maned pegasus.
Marilee followed suit, draping a wing over her little pony’s shoulders.
“is... is it normal to actually remember dying... or at least when my heart stopped...”
Flux lays a hoof on one of Jaxler’s. “I... don’t know? I never met anypony who, um... died before...”
“All I felt was cold.. there was no heaven or hell, just soul crushing cold...” Jaxler tries to get his covers more snugly around him. “I didn’t know what was going on.. but I thought I was never going to see you all again... the only thing I could sense was cold.” Jaxler starts to shiver more.
Marilee pulled Jaxler a little closer. “I don’t know where you went Jaxler, but you’re here now, with us.”
“Was that hell... after everything... am I still damned... why the hell can’t I make the cold go away...”
Marilee eased her grip on Jaxler. “Maybe you should have something to eat, or a warm drink? Tea, of course.”
“I don’t want to go to hell”
“Jaxler.” Marilee pulled back, taking Jaxler’s chin in her hoof and gently raising his head to look her in the eyes. “You are not going to Hell. Not if we have anything to say about it.”
“Okay... “ Jaxler was feeling a little bit less cold now that he had everypony around him. “I still feel cold though...”
“I’ll go get you that tea, see if that helps.” Marilee stood up to leave, giving Jaxler a kiss on the forehead before stepping out the door.
Jaxler nodded and tried to bring the blankets tighter around him. “Stiletto, Flux... why can’t I stop feeling so cold...”
Stiletto put a wing around Jaxler and hugged him close “I am sorry, but I do not know.”
Jaxler sighed and allowed to hug him, but still tried to keep the sheets as tightly around him as he could. “I don't want to go to hell” Jaxler wanted another blanket more than anything else right now.
Moments later, Marilee returned, a tray and teapot balanced on her back and two woolen blankets draped over her wings. She set the tray down beside the bed, and carefully draped each blanket over Jaxler.
Jaxler grabbed the new blanks and put them as tightly on his as he could manage. “I don’t want to go to hell... I don’t wanna go to hell...” Jaxler closed his eyes and leaned more into stiletto and kept on shaking.
Gently, Marilee crawled up onto the bed beside Jaxler, snuggling up to him.
“I don’t want to go to hell!” after his outburst Jaxler sighed, and laid down, trying to keep his blankets as snugly around his as possible.
Marilee just snuggled closer to Jaxler, providing silent support. She poured a steaming cup of tea and offered it to him.
Jaxler sat there and sighed and accepted the tea. “why did they send me to hell...” Jaxler shook some more. “Am I evil... am I not good enough for heaven...” he sipped some of the tea and lowered his head.
Stiletto stroked Jaxler’s mane, trying to comfort him in the only way she could think of. The amethyst Alicorn knew nothing of Jaxler’s beliefs in the gods of his people.
Jaxler put his forelegs around Marilee and held her as tightly as he could, and as if he was afraid she’d leave him forever. “I don’t wanna die... I don’t want to go to hell... and I don’t wanna be alone...”
Flux stands next to Jaxler’s bed, unsure of himself. He didn’t know what to do about Jaxler being cold, but he could at least try to lift his spirits. “I... I don’t think you went to hell, Jaxler. It’s supposed to be hot, isn’t it? I think... the Sisters put you, um... nowhere, for just a moment. Because it wasn’t your time yet. You’re a good pony, Jaxler. Remember your song? All the hardness and sorrow... it’ll make the happy ending all the better.”
Jaxler nodded, and even smiled a little bit but kept quiet for a few moments before speaking again. “Please don’t leave me Marilee...”
Marilee hugged Jaxler tightly, stroking his mane with a forehoof. “I won’t leave you, Jaxler.”
“I don’t want to go back there... I don’t want to be anywhere without you...” Jaxler hugged Marilee tighter and rested his head on her shoulder.
“You’re not going back to Hell, Jaxler. And I promise I won’t ever leave you.”
“can you not let go of me then... please?”
“I won’t.”
“Okay... is there anypony else here right now? I mean waiting for me?”
“I think I saw Midnight.” Stiletto spoke with quietest voice she could muster. Her forelegs hugging Jaxler to try and give him warmth.
“Okay... then can you please let them in...” Jaxler stopped shaking, but was still feeling a little cold.
“I’ll go get him.” says Flux, letting Stiletto and Marilee try to keep Jaxler warm. He heads to the door and looks around, then motions in anypony outside.
Amor enters the room along with four other ponies, she proceeds to one side of the wall, beside Jaxler’s bed. “How are you feeling Jaxler?” The mare takes a peek at the mound of blankets that made up her friend.
Midnight walks in behind Amor, with Rose following beside him. The pony looked tired and a little stressed, even so, he wore a warm smile on his face as he looked at his cloth cocooned friend.
they stopped a few feet away from Jaxler’s bed and kept quiet, letting Amor talk without interruption.
Granite broke the silence by stumbling his way through the doors. A tree branch was stuck in his mane but he didn’t seem to notice it. “Ugh... Is, is Jaxler okay?” He asks to the crowd of ponies.
“I’m feeling better, Granite and Marilee...” Jaxler then sighed. “everyone, after talking with Marilee Flux and Stiletto, I’ve chosen to get sober...”
Both Midnight and Rose look to Jaxler with a surprised expression. “Really?” Midnight asks “You mean it?” Rose adds as they both smile wider. The mason-pony’s ears fly forward at the news, she was ecstatic, but unsure if Jaxler could do it.
Granite stares at Jaxler almost dumbfounded. His best drinking buddy ever decided to stop drinking, he frowned slightly. But then he realized something, and that frown turned into a smile. Granite’s eyes flashed with happiness as he finally took the tree branch out of his mane. “Jaxler, I should be pissed at you, you know? You would always drink with me, but I guess that’s going to change, and I think that it will be a good change...” Granite pauses. “Because that means you can spend more time clear headed amongst the ponies that care about you instead of waking up in some random section of Dawnpick. I’m... I’m happy for you Jaxler, I truly am. But I’m still pissed that you’re leaving me to drink alone!”
“Granite... please... I can still be with you while you drink. I’d never leave my son, if you’d prefer, I can still spend most everyday with you while you drink, and I can just be eating out with marilee or talking with Flux while I sit with you and you get drunk, or just me and you.”
Granite sighs. “I guess I can accept that... for now... at least...”
“All excess is ill, but drunkenness is of the worst sort. It spoils health, dismounts the mind, and un-mare mares. It reveals secrets, is quarrelsome, lascivious, impudent, dangerous and mad. She that is drunk is not a mare, because she is, for so long, void of reason that distinguishes a Little Pony from a beast.” Amor spouts out at Granite. “This could be a good time for you also to quit.”
“Amor... please don’t do this now... I’d like to be able to help Granite when he quits and I can’t do that right now...” Jaxler then sighed. “Can we please just focus on trying to get me off the bottle right now?”
Feeling scolded the Unicorn mare hides it well. “You're right that this may not be the best time, but being so close to your vice might be foalish. I am only looking out for you. Honest bread is very well.” She says pointing a hoof in green mane pony’s direction. “It's the butter that makes the temptation. Anypony else have anything that would help?”
Granite looked at Amor. He opened his mouth but promptly closed it. He made his way to the exit. “Yeah, I’m gonna go clean myself up a bit and come back later I guess... good luck on quitting the bottle Jaxler... sorry for bailing out when it started getting awesome!”
Jaxler froze for a second... “um... okay then...”
Midnight and Rose both watch Granite as he departs. Midnight quickly turning to look at Jaxler before walking up to him. “... Jaxler, thank you, for doing this... I know it’ll be tough, but.” Midnight sets a hoof against Jaxler. “I’ll help you, I’ll do what ever I can to help you get through this.” Midnight says before moving up, hugging Jaxler tightly.
Rose walks up to them. “Me too... If I may. Seeing this... Seeing you breaking your need for that poison... It'd be wonderful.” Rose says as she smiles down at Jaxler, then she moves up beside Midnight, and joining in on cuddling up to both of them as best she could manage.
Jaxler sighs as more ponies started to hug him. “I... you all...” Jaxler then closed his eyes, and finally started to feel warm again. “Okay, if we are going to do this, then you all need to know that the moment I stop drinking, I’ll get depressed. Really, really, depressed and I shouldn’t be allowed alone with myself at all until I’m starting to feel better... and I’ll need you guys to do that for me. I know there is magic to fight withdrawal so I’d like to drop drinking immediately and just go cold turkey.”
Midnight tightens his hug. “Don’t worry, I won’t leave your side as long as I can help it...”
“No, we won’t, none of us will” Rose adds. “We’ll keep you safe, jaxler, I promise.”
Amor was glad that her friend was quitting and more then happy provide companionship in this trialing time. “You have my company, anytime you may need it Jaxler.
Stiletto nods “I promised I would be here for as long as you need me.”
Flux smiles at Jaxler. “I won’t let you down, Jaxler.”
Jaxler Gave marilee a nuzzle. “thank you all... and well, I don’t really know how to say this but I love all of you...”
Post by: DVNO on July 10, 2012, 11:14:36 pm
“Hey, Granite!” Patina shouted excitedly, Interrupting Granite’s usual training.
Granite momentarily paused beating the training dummy to look over to Patina. “What is it?” He asked.
“ I wanted say thanks for-” she sees the scar on his head from where Sheer headbutted him “Ooh! I wanted to say thank you, But don’t get yourself killed over me, okay?”
Granite nods. “Don’t worry, I’m not that stupid...” He pulls out a strip of cloth and ties it into a makeshift headband. “We... underestimated Sheer.”
Her eyes widened “Sheer did that to you? He and I are going to have a talk about that..” She looks a little pensive “though I don't know how, the pony doesn't talk.”
“Don’t- Er please don’t... I’m fine...” Granite pleads. “I wouldn’t want any harm to come to you... even if he’s your brother, he seems pretty... sketch.”
she smiles “Oh, He’s an angel. If you get to know him ... the problem is he doesn't let any get to know him, he just spends all day chopping wood for the fort. Won’t ever speak. Anyway.” She grins “I suppose you want a reward something. Am I right?”
Granite grins and playfully shrugs. “Eh I don’t know, beating the crap out of Clear was a reward in itself... but if you insist... I can’t really say no...”
“Alright, Here’s the plan, come over to the apartment, sometime, Don’t let Splinter catch you, alright?”
“How hard could it be?” Granite says. “The building itself, it has windows right? And which floor is it on?”
She thinks for a sec “I know you’d rather do the whole ‘climbing up three stories to my room with a grappling hook’ routine, but I can leave the front door unlocked and get the parents out, that’d be easier I think.”
“But that’s so easy and simple!” Granite says sarcastically. “Sure, I can do that... also... what would happen if your folks were to see me?”
She looks at him shrewdly “Soo ... you don’t want to be seen with me is basically what you're saying?”
“No!” Granite says defensively. “I just don’t want your parents not wanting me near you!”
she laughs “Doesn't matter how you do it. Sneak around, conceal yourself with a cloak and cape, I don’t care.” she said excitedly
“Very well.” Granite said.
“Remember don’t keep a girl waiting!” the chimed as she walked off
~Later that night~
Granite stayed in to the shadows and held Patina’s house in his view.
Patina opens the window and looks around pensively. “psst! come on in!”
Granite sees the coast is clear and quickly knocks on the door.
She unbars the door and let’s Granite inside. The two jot up to Patina’s room.
“So how did you get your parents out of the house anyway? And what about all your siblings?” Granite asks, slightly curious.
“Oh, the boys are having a campout in the forest, I declined. Told dad Sienna was staying over at Moral’s, he’s paying him a visit, and mom?” She rolls her eyes “she’s doing what she always does...” she grins ”See? had it all planned out!”
“Oh... awesome!” Granite says. “Nice job... so... now what?” He asks, still curious.
“Now, I’m gonna show you something you can’t tell anyone about!” she looks a little nervous “I can trust you with something, right?”
“Yes you can trust me, but if you don't take my word for it then I could drink until I pass out and forget this entire day... but please take my word for it...” Granite says.
she grins and feels assured “Ok” she opens her bottom cabinet and pulls out a bird-thing.
Granite looks at the bird-thing. He looks at the object with curiosity shining in his eyes. “What is it?” Granite asks, intrigued by the bird-like creature.
“A baby hippogryph. See? Look at him. A real, live, baby hippogryph. Never seen A hippogryph before.” she said ecstatically “Look how cute he is!” she cooed
“I have not actually... he is pretty cute though.” Granite says. “Where’d you find him? Does anypony else know about him? Also... does he have a name?”
she looks sad “That’s the thing. I found him all alone in the forest with no parents! all alone in the jungle...No pony knows but you, I think. His name is Max.” she sighs and starts pacing around the room. “I don’t know what he should eat, but fish does the trick...Oh, just wait until he starts talking and flying!”
“If you want, I could ask some of the zebras from a caravan about what to do... those pansy’s probably have answers...” Granite suggests.
“Yeah, they are good friends if I recall right....” she sighed “What am I gonna do, Granite? I can’t keep him cooped up in my room forever...” She looks back at max “ But I can’t just throw him back in the jungle either!”
The hippogryph coos back at them
“Maybe the zebras could point us in the direction of the little guys home land... like where they would all most likely be found in the world.” Granite says. “Then we can go over there and leave him amongst his kind... if Virtue could allow our leave...”
She ponders Granite’s crazy plan for a second, then a wide smile “ You know, I always wanted to travel the world...” she nods “yeah, Why not? I was getting a little sick of Dawnpick’s walls anyway.”
“Dawnpick will always be my home, but I do wonder what’s outside it... however we will need the information from the zebras first... and I might need to say a few goodbyes...” Granite says. He looks over to Max. “If only we could ask him where he came from...”
The six month old Hippogryph cocks his head to the side, keeping one eye trained on each of them.
She sighed “ Right, I need to pack a few things, fashion something to hold him in, say a few goodbyes too...” she hugs granite “ but It shouldn't be too hard, I’m taking the best thing here with me.”
Granite returns the hug. “Yeah, I’m just worried how Jaxler will cope...” He starts mentally preparing a list of things to bring.
“He’ll understand, I’m sure.” she said with a twinge of sympathy ‘Ol’ Splinter’ kept repeating in her head. “You hear that, Max? we’re going to bring you home! That’s a promise!” she said ecstatically.
“Yeah, how hard could it be to travel an unknown distance into an unknown land facing unknown dangers...” Granite says with a cheerful tone. “Don’t worry, we got this!” He exclaimed. We can pull this... I can pull this off... Granite thought to himself slight look of doubt creeped onto his face.
Patina sees his doubtful gaze “Hey, What’s life without a little adventure?” she said nervously, excitedly, and all the emotions in between.
Granite smiles a bit. “Not a life at all...”
“Well... guess we have some work to do! I’ll leave you to it... three days. Let’s set off, just us two.”
“And I’ll be sure to try my damndest to protect you two.” Granite said. “But... I... nevermind... we can do this!”
The two said their goodbyes and part ways for the night. They had a lot to prepare for the adventure that will change their lives for ever...
Post by: DVNO on July 10, 2012, 11:56:44 pm
Sienna and Friesden were once again out and about on one of their usual walks around the the lengths of on of Dawnpick’s walls, chatting away.
“So, Frieden, Patina’s dating Granite, What's his deal? Anything I should know about him?”
“I...” Friesden shrugs. “He’s a nice pony... Just has a tendency to...I don’t know. To fixate. I...I tried showing him I wasn’t interested in him, he kept going for me.”
Sienna humphs “Great, Patina goes for the stalker! Of course she goes for the stalker.” she looks a little bemused “ I suppose I’m being a little over protective, I shouldn't care really, It’s just ... You and I know how harsh love can be, I don’t want her to break her little heart right out of the gate.”
“He’s...He’s not too stalkery...Look, I’m sure he won’t hurt her. Not deliberately, at least. He tries to be a good pony...sometimes he just gets things wrong.”
“Well, that’s a relief. It’s nothing, It’s probably just a fling...”
“Which also happens to be what I’m in with Moral right now.”
“Moral? The...The pyromancer Balisong was telling me about?” Friesden asks, curiously.
“Yes the Pyromancer” she makes a shocked expression “ I can’t believe how nice this pony is. It’s In-equestrian. He pays for everything, He’s a great artist, loves his work- have you seen it? It’s beautiful, And he’ll set fire to anyone in my way to boot He’s... well, perfect. too Perfect.”
“...too perfect?”
“Yeah, It’s ... It can’t be that easy, can it? Finding ‘the one’? I mean, I like him, I really do, but- My instinct just tells me something's amiss...”
“Well...All I can say is that...Well, I’ve found my ‘one’. Have you seen Falchion? He’s just the cutest, funniest, bravest, kindest, pony ever.”
Sienna feels a tinge of jealousy but keeps it well in check “Hmm, Must be nice. So you still do the bone crafting? Does he, you know, think that’s cool or is he totally horrified?”
“Oh, I don’t do it too much...I’ve actually only just started doing it again. He’s so nice. I don’t think he could ever be scared of anything I do.”
Sienna laughs “Must be nice. Hey, could you carve me a bone earring? I tried to get a good pair from the caravan but you make the best.”
“Oh, I’m sure I could do that. What bone do you want it made out of?”
she thinks “ hmmm, Outta something fierce, like a lion or something ... ”
“I’m pretty sure I could do that,” says Friesden with a smile.
“Great! I’ll give you ten bits, the usual.” Sienna said, pleased with herself ‘...and that’s how you stop your friend from talking about her boyfriend for hours, folks’ she thought
“That sounds good.”
Sienna looked perturbed about something
“What’s wrong, Sienna?” asked Friesden in concern.
“I...I.. This is such a stupid question.” Sienna grinned to herself
“If the world just ... ended, tomorrow, what would you do?”
“Well... Tomorrow? I guess...I guess I couldn’t do much if it just ended. Other than that...Probably stay with Falchi, show him how much I loved him...” says Friesden after a second’s thought.
“Well, If it all ever goes to hell, find me at the bar.” She smiles
Post by: Telgin on July 11, 2012, 08:47:01 pm
As of now, Dawnpick will receive no further updates. I'm not locking the thread, at least not yet. I'm going to give everyone a chance to post any remaining RPing that they've been working on, as well as encouraging players to write farewell posts that summarize your character(s)' current situation and what happens to them after it's all said and done, if you want. I'll be posting one for Virtue soon, and at that point, my involvement in this will be officially over.
I've had a lot of fun with you guys, but it's time to move on to new things.
And here is the final save: Dawnpick.zip (https://dl.dropbox.com/u/74348879/Dawnpick/dawnpick.zip)
23rd Opal, 263
I've heard rumors around Dawnpick that the well has been getting a bit too crowded these days, and ponies have to wait in line for a while in the mornings and at meals. I think it's about time we had a second well to help alleviate that, so we started digging one out to the south. It's a bit out of the way for some ponies, but the metal workers will find it helpful if they need to refill their troughs for quenching.
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I also started something today that I didn't think I ever would. I've been pretty depressed about having nothing to do around Dawnpick lately, so Harvest Moon suggested that I burn off some of my free time in the gym. I didn't think I'd like it at first, but after I spent some time in there I actually started enjoying it.
I'm planning on going a few times a week, I think. I don't want to get too worn out from it. Panacea warned me that I probably shouldn't over do it, and I think I'll take her advice.
13th Obsidian, 263
Today has been a little interesting at least. We had another monster trigger the early warning spells in the caverns, but after triple checking everything we're reasonably confident that it can't get out. We'll be keeping an eye on it to be sure.
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We also finished the well today, and the miners dug out the trench to fill it from the existing well. It's going to take a little while for it to fill up, but hopefully it will be worth it when it's ready.
It's actually apparently never going to fill completely, at least not to the second z-level. Oh well, if it's a big problem I can reroute from the moat on this side or something.
20th Obsidian, 263
We haven't had many of these strange moods lately, but Amber was overcome today and was spotted out by the mason shops late this afternoon gathering things for whatever it is she's going to make. Amor was particularly interested, which isn't surprising considering the time they spend together.
The merchants from Coupledye also arrived today. Rose handled the trading as usual, which went off without any upsets, not that I really expected any. We ended up exchanging a quarter million bits worth of steel and equipment for a lot of wood, bolts for our crossbows, medical supplies, leather and some exotic metal ores.
25th Obsidian, 264
Longshot spoke with me a little while ago about the fact that we're overflowing with barrels and bags, with nowhere to really put them. So with my permission he had the masons start adding a second floor to the finished goods warehouse to store them. It's coming along a bit slowly, but in the end it will be well worth it.
In more alarming news, Indigo took the reserves down into the mines a few days ago to investigate why we've had problems with the cavern beasts escaping. He turned up a hole in the mines leading into the caverns far down near the marble. I immediately sent the masons and an armed escort to seal the breach. We can't afford to have any more mistakes with this. Next time we probably won't be lucky enough to have Falcata or another experienced soldier to deal with it.
I can't remember why I never put up a drawbridge at this hole, but I did indeed forget about it. It's going to be plugged soon though. I forgot to take a picture before I started work on it, unfortunately.
6th Granite, 264
Amber finished her special project today, which turned out to be an exquisite millstone.
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I never thought I'd say that I'd seen a beautiful millstone, but this one qualifies if any does. Unless Amber objects, we'll replace the existing millstone with hers, since it would be a shame not to display it. The poor mare never really did recover emotionally from what happened to her in the accident, and I hope this helps restore some of her spirit.
Also, I heard from Halberd that Bardiche was relieved of duty today. He never recovered from the fever he contracted from that underground beast, and Panacea doesn't think he ever will. It doesn't seem right to ask him to stay in the militia like that, and he took Halberd's offer to retire before something else bad happened to him. Sick like he is, I don't blame him.
I just wish there was something we could do to help him. In the meantime, we've drafted our first recruit from the reserves to replace him: Zearoth. His experience training under Indigo should help out a lot there, I think, and he'll be starting his training soon.
14th Granite, 264
I was beginning to wonder if it would ever happen, but Willow and Longshot were married today! The two have been dating for over a decade now, but it wasn't until recently that they got serious about it. I was very happy to preside over the ceremony, and I don't think I've ever seen either of the two so happy.
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I wish the best for them both in their lives. Marrying Harvest Moon was the best decision I've made in my life, and it will be no different for the two of them.
3rd Slate, 264
After we sealed off the section of the caverns, we ended up using the old monster trap as an entrance. That let us with no way to deal with the monsters accumulating down there, so we started building another trap a little north of it.
Today, we finished the trap and proceeded with breaching into the caverns. After having so many problems with this in the past, Falcata personally volunteered to oversee the breaching, in case a monster appeared when the miners broke through.
Thank goodness she was there. A monster immediately sprung upon Chic as she hacked through the stone into the caverns, no doubt attracted by the commotion. Falcata told me that the fight was over very quickly.
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I don't think we'll be building any more of these traps though. Something almost always goes wrong, and we've been extraordinarily lucky that nopony has been killed yet, despite many close calls.
I'm going to go see her in the hospital now. Although she was able to kill the monster in seconds, she was caught in a burst of some of that accursed dust, and now has blisters forming all over her body. Worse, Falchion and Balisong followed her down there, and were caught themselves in the burst and are too badly blistered.
Lancet told me that Panacea has looked at them and believes it will clear up soon. I hope so, seeing them in pain, especially the children, is difficult on me.
13th Slate, 264
No sooner had we rid the world of one of those horrible monsters than did another show up. It triggered the early warning alarms early this morning, although it hasn't come near the traps yet. If it does, we'll rid the world of it as well.
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22nd Felsite, 264
We were overdue for another group of badger ponies assaulting us, which we got today. A total of five of them approached Dawnpick in their usual fashion. I suppose none ever live to go tell the others that it's a bad idea, so they keep trying the same tactics.
Nopony was hurt at least. Four of the badger ponies were caught by Flux's traps at the entrance, while Partisan killed the last one from the watch tower when it charged at Sushi.
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4th Malachite, 264
Amber was the first pony to experience a strange mood in a while, but today Crimson joined her. He took over one of the craftshops and had already hauled a log over there by the time I caught wind of what was going on. As usual I've asked ponies to keep an eye on him to make sure he's alright.
I'm anxious to see what he produces. Amber's millstone has been quite useful so far in milling flour, so maybe he'll produce something useful too.
10th Malachite, 264
Well, it didn't turn out to be something that the town could put to use, but Crimson made an amazing necklace.
(https://dl.dropbox.com/u/74348879/Dawnpick/158.png)
Since the town has no use for the necklace, I'm going to let Crimson keep the necklace and do with it as he pleases. It would make an amazing gift to somepony, perhaps.
26th Malachite, 264
I feel sick. Yet another monstrosity appeared this afternoon in the deepest depths of the caverns, and it immediately entered the trap down there.
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Something went wrong. Horribly wrong. The inner door to the trap wasn't sealed for some reason, and the monster escaped.
I actually have no idea what I did wrong here. I think I was installing spears in the trap and didn't realize the outer door was open. In any case, I saw the FB show up and decided to watch it for once, and noticed it was headed toward the fort. Sure enough, the door was open and no civilian would make it in time to shut the door. The militia were sent in, and the results were unfortunate, to say the least. :(
The militia were all scrambled to keep it from making up to Dawnpick. Even Friesden joined them in the attack. Stiletto was the first to engage it, and she destroyed it with just a few blows of her greatsword. Naginata says that she was caught in a blast of some strange dust during the fight.
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After that, she began to grow listless and weak. They rushed her up to the hospital, but it was too late. Panacea... Chestnut... Lancet... there was nothing they could do. The paralysis overcame her, and she suffocated.
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I feel sick to my core. Stiletto has been the subject of a lot of controversy in Dawnpick, but she has been nothing but a friend to me, and I have always believed that her heart was in the right place. She proved that today by sacrificing her life to spare that of many others.
She is the first soldier to be killed in action in Dawnpick. After so many close calls I was beginning to genuinely believe we would never see any of them be killed. But I watched Stiletto be interred today, and the finality of it all...
The other soldiers were all very upset too. The ceremony was grim and heart-wrenching. I feel awful... almost like this is my fault somehow.
More than ever I worry Indigo might have been right about somepony trying to sabotage us. Who would have opened the trap? Was it an accident? Could I have prevented it somehow?
I don't know... and right now... I don't want to think about it. I'm going to bed... although I don't think I'll get any sleep tonight.
Wherever her spirit is now, I know she is at peace. I don't care what anypony else might think.
6th Galena, 264
Living in Dawnpick has begun to concern me more and more as of late. Between all of the horrible things in the caverns and what they've done to us, the badger ponies and all they've done, the diamond dogs, the dragon... it's not a very safe place anymore.
And today yet another thing was added to that list.
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Much to our horror, the gigantic... thing... simply strode over the moat and made a line for our gatehouse. The guards positioned themselves to deal with it, but it turned out to be unnecessary. Friesden was walking along the crenelations at the time, and when she saw the monster she flew over and engaged it.
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The fight was short but brutal, from what the guardsponies said. She was unharmed in the fight, but now the creature's corpse is lying in the moat. I'm not sure how we'll deal with that, but for now I'll leave it to the miners or somepony else to deal with it.
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I fear what might be next.
15th Galena, 254
The zebra caravan was quite late this year, but they finally arrived around lunch time today. While their diplomat came to speak with me, Rose handled the trading like usual. We've accumulated a lot of miscellaneous things that we have little or no use for, as well as a lot of crafts that have been collecting dust in the warehouse for years. So we traded a lot of that away to make room for new things we actually need.
In the end, Rose ended up trading away about 25,000 bits worth of food and crafts for some of the zebra's exotic foods, some ores we can't dig up around here, medical supplies, thread, and cloth. In the end, the zebras got a large profit, as usual, and we got what we needed.
All routine.
The highlight of the day... and indeed the past few weeks, was Diamond Shard giving birth to her second foal: an alicorn filly the family named Pearl.
While I was visiting her in the hospital, I couldn't help but think about Stiletto again. Seeing the new life that entered the world today, and thinking about the lives that have been lost here... it's sobering and a bit frightening at times.
I often questioned if I really wanted to be the duchess of anypony, and today was another one of those days that I doubt that I do. But again, today was one of those days that reminds me that not everything is bad here... that miracles happen here, and that happiness exists.
But... something more sobering is the fact that I've filled this diary up completely. Hundreds and hundreds of pages of me recording every little thing that has happened in this town. I skimmed over it some earlier today. So much has happened. So much sadness, happiness and everything in between. It's astonishing how much has happened here in the past fourteen years.
But now that my diary is full, I don't know if I'll start another. Maybe one day, but for now, I'm going to bed. I'm so tired, and I don't really know why. Maybe it's just all of the thinking. In any case, I hope I wake up tomorrow a bit better rested, and hopefully with a bit brighter of a future to look forward to.
There are no more entries in the diary.
Post by: Dsarker on July 11, 2012, 08:51:11 pm
Friesden hurried along to the next pony she was going to see, Mister Flux. She couldn’t wait to tell him about how she’d killed the giant. He was going to be so amazed, just like dad and Falchi. As she arrived at his room, she knocked on his door three times, and waited.
She can hear some quiet response from inside, though the door doesn’t open. It is, however, unlocked. Friesden hesitates for a second, before opening the door. “Hello? Flux?” she calls out.
Flux sits at his table, his attention on something small there. He glances at Friesden and gives a small and obviously forced smile. “Hey Dizzy...”
Friesden stopped. Even...Even mum didn’t call her Dizzy. Something was wrong. “Flux? What’s wrong? Am...Am I bothering you?”
His smile looks slightly more genuine as he gets up from the table. “No... to be honest, I could use the company right now.”
“I...What’s up?” The purpose of her visit was fading into her mind’s background, only concern for Mister Flux filling it at the moment. She walks over to him, trying to show her concern.
“Stiletto, she...” he chokes up, as if she might come back if he doesn’t actually say it aloud. He closes his eyes and leans on Friesden as the tears start to flow. “She’s... gone...”
The news shocks Friesden for a second, but she doesn’t let it shake her, supporting the stallion as best she can. “It’s...” she started, trying to think of some way to help Flux. “It’s...Just let it all out. It’s okay...It’s okay,” is what she settles with, though the words sound hollow even as she speaks them.
Flux throws his forelegs around Dizzy as he sobs bitterly, mourning the loss of his first real love. Memories of her fill his mind: their first talk at the well so long ago, their first kiss, her song... He pours his tears upon Friesden’s mane as she supports him, his world seeming to have lost its mooring.
Friesden keeps silent, just supporting the mourning stallion.
“Wh-why... why her? I love her... I need her! She... she w-was...” He dissolves into incoherency and more tears as despair seems to consume him, the weight of the pure unfairness crushing his spirit.
Friesden’s silent vigil continues, the words needed not coming to her mind when she most needed them.
It takes a while for Flux to finally cry himself out on Friesden, at least for now. As he shakily withdraws and sniffles, rubbing his nose, it’s obvious by the look in his eyes that he’s not done crying for his lost love. Not by a long shot. “I’m s-sorry, Dizzy...”
“No...No, it’s nothing to be sorry about,” Friesden says, trying to keep her voice solid. “Do, uh....Do you...Do you want to cry some more? I can be here for you.”
Tears well up again and his lip trembles before he takes a few breaths and tries to maintain some semblance of decorum. He still looks ready to crack at any moment, but is holding it together for now. “Th-Th-Thanks, Dizzy. Maybe... *sniffle* maybe l-later.” He blinks slowly as he realizes something. “You... d-didn’t know... did you? Then... d-did something else happen?”
“I...It’s...It’s nothing,” Friesden lies, trying to keep her voice from betraying her. “Just...Just something at work. It’s not important.”
Her voice doesn’t betray her, but her emotions do. “It’s... important to you...”
“It’s...I...It’s nothing. I...” Her voice drops to a whisper. “I just slew a giant...nothing important.”
Flux goes pale for a moment and almost loses it at the thought of Dizzy fighting something like that, then tries to stammer out something encouraging. “Good... Good job. Um... you’re alright... right?”
“I’m...I’m fine...It’s you who we should be worried about...not me...”
Flux blinks a few times, Dizzy’s comment echoing through his head, then his eyes shoot wide open. “No, not me... Kat!”
“Mum? What about her?” Friesden asks in alarm.
Flux tries to shove Dizzy out the door so they can go find Kat. “She loves Stiletto, too! If she’s heard that... that... we need to find her!”
Friesden hurries alongside him. “We’ll find her, we’ll find her! Don’t worry!”
Flux bucks the door closed as they leave, the steel and sapphire ring on his table weighing on his mind as he prays the loss of one won’t mean the loss of both.
Post by: L1wW on July 11, 2012, 08:53:45 pm
Granite walked out of his meager apartment with a purpose. He had a very important package for Jaxler and was determined to find him. After a few minutes of searching he came across the red maned pegasus. “Jaxler, you got a minute?” Granite asked.
Jaxler turned around to Granite, he had a stressed look, his mane looked messed up. Rehab was being horrible today, he recently had to do something demoralizing and his face couldn’t hide it. “A-aye Granny, what do you want?”
“Did you just call me ‘Granny’? Nevermind that... you seem kinda... messed up. Any reason why?” Granite asked. Come on, I don’t have time for this, I need to go now!
“Rehab... and I kinda had to do something today that sucked, and I had to talk Flux into letting me be alone for an hour... but still what do you want to talk about?” Jaxler’s forehooves were shaking, and something seemed off about his voice’s tone.
Granite sighed. “Jaxler, what did you have to do exactly?” I need to hurry this up! Patina’s waiting at the gates. Come on, hurry it up! He thought to himself.
“Well, I had to take a stud off my crossbow... I’m kinda using it as the centerpiece for a bracelet I need to have made... It’s kinda going to be my engagement bracelet for Marilee.” Jaxler started to get a small smile when he said Marilee’s name, even though he clearly still looked stressed.
Granite mentally kicked himself in the head for having to miss Jaxler’s wedding. “That’s good news Jaxler! I... I might not be able to make your wedding though...” Granite says, tears start to form in his eyes. “I... I... just take this.” Granite gives Jaxler the package he was carrying and quickly ran off.
Jaxler got a bit of rage written on his face. Why did Granite just run off on him, after saying he can’t be there for him! Jaxler charged off after the earth pony, throwing his wings into top gear. “WAIT!”
Granite hears Jaxler shout. He stops running and stands in front of him. Tears flowing down his face, he looks to Jaxler and says, “J-just look at that package, it... it should explain everything... d-d-don’t follow me, Jaxler!” He gestures to the package left on the floor behind Jaxler and runs off again.
Jaxler doesn’t stop and charges Granite. “STOP AND TELL ME WHY YOU'RE LEAVING!”
Granite shouts behind him. “I NEED TO DO SOMETHING THAT MIGHT GET ME KILLED! I NEED TO DO THIS WITHOUT YOU! CHECK THE DAMN PACKAGE! IT WILL EXPLAIN EVERYTHING!!!”
Jaxler landed in front of the earthpony. “Damnit... Wait, I won’t stop you from doing this but we need to TALK THIS OUT before you run off!”
Why the buck won’t he leave me alone? Granite thought. “Fine, what the buck do you want to bucking talk about?!” He says, very agitated.
“Wait.here.” Jaxler walked over to pick up the package.
“If you care about me, let me go and open the package. Read the last page of the book in there, it should also be marked by a piece of paper...” Granite says. He starts walking past him. “I’m going to be late...”
Jaxler walked up to Granite after opening the package. “Can I at least walk with you there?”
“No Jaxler. You need to stay here.” Granite says. “I’m leaving Dawnpick, do not stop me, and do not worry for me!” He keeps on walking. “Just look at the contents of the damn package.”
Jaxler sighed and opened the package and looks at it. He stands there wide eyed at the items. A A picture of Flux, Granite, and himself, a flash with Granite’s history engraved into it. He continued to walk next to Granite as he read the page from his journal.
The journal page was written with the following:
“Journal Entry~ The Very Last One
Jaxler,
I'm glad you saved me from the kidnapper, and I'm glad you took me out drinking later that week. And I'm glad you trained me how to use my weapon and how to dodge foes. And I'm glad you taught me how to be a stallion. You've done a lot for me, and for that I thank you. But goodbyes are hard, and this is why I gave you my journal. And I hope you read this, because this is my goodbye. I have something that needs doing, and it will take me far across the world to see this task be completed. Do not worry for me, for I WILL make it back. You filled the role of my father very well, and I've already said my goodbyes to my family. Brownie Bits took it the hardest but they understood. By now I have left the gates, please don't stop me. I must complete this, and if I somehow fail, then don't worry, I would have given my life for the greater good, so do not worry for me. Pass the news on to Flux, Midnight, Silver, and all of them... for I know you will do a far better job then I could ever do. And I know you quit drinking, but I made you a flask, you can fill it with water or something, but anyway I want you to have it as a gift. I engraved our history on it, from the day you saved me to the day you woke up in the hospital. And all I request is that you do not worry for me. You must not spend your days worrying for my sake but instead spend those days with your family in the present. Be sure to pass this on to Flux and the gang in case they worry for me. And Jaxler, this is imperative, tell Friesden that I forgive her, I was a crappy colt friend and a crappy son, to both you and Cleaver. I kept to myself much too often and I do not blame Friesden for leaving me, and tell my family I will always hold them dear, weather in the thick of it in some haunted swamp or reaching shelter in a safe haven. And I want you to patch things up with Glaive and his family, and it was probably my fault that you couldn't get along with them... Feel free to read this aloud to our friends, I won't mind, and they should know of my whereabouts.
I don't ask for much, but I was still given the best foal hood ever, so please give me these last few things. In case I don't ever come back then keep the flask and this journal as a memory of me and don't grieve for too long, and move on to be there for your friends and family. But don't worry for me Jaxler,
I won't be long, I'll be back before you know it.
Granite Owlpastime”
Jaxler took a deep sigh, and looked like he was about to cry. “I-I... well.. I think... I think I understand... I won’t stop you... but before you dare go I have some bucking demands.”
Granite sighs. “And what are they?”
“In order from least to most important...” Jaxler sighed, this was harder than it needed to be. “number one: You make sure you come back once you’ve finished your quest. Number two: you make sure you write me a letter whenever you can. Number three: you don’t dare die on me and Number four... you remember that dad will always... I’ll... I’ll always bucking love the shit out of you.”
Granite looks at him, his face showing no emotion. “I’ll try Jaxler... but don’t expect me to write to you if I’m in the middle of nowhere...” Or on the ground with a bolt in my skull... Granite then took a few steps back. “I really have to go now Jaxler, I guess this is it...”
“whenever you’re in a town send a letter, and-” Jaxler ran forward and placed his forelegs around Granite’s neck. “now it is goodbye.”
Granite sniffled a bit. “B-bye... dad...” He then slowly breaks the hug and runs down the road to the gates of Dawnpick.
Jaxler looked back at the road as Granite ran off, and a tear fell from his eyes. “God- Celestia... please let him come back...” Jaxler then smiled and turned around. “He’s finally a stallion...”
Post by: Psalms01 on July 11, 2012, 11:16:40 pm
(( 20th Obsidian, 263 ))
(( Warmwaddled the Net of Sparking ))
Amber was within her bed, snoring under a coarse pigtail cloth blanket, the sleeping mare reaches down to scratch her flank. Contained in her dreams was a vast eldritch library painted with stars and their constellations. The peach mane Little Pony could not care less of the tomes that ran wall to wall, she was more focused on finding the exit.
At the feather wood door, which Amber was heading, entered a mare robed in ethereal midnight blue silk robe, and crowned atop her head was an adamantine crown. The alluring mare shuts the door and trots up to the spooked Little Pony, casting a shadow with her long horn that rivaled that of Alicorns. “You are not one of Shin’s or Etom’s kin, you are one of mine.” The strange mare says in a siren’s voice, as she lifts a fringe of mane that hid Amber’s broken horn.
The copper coated mare topples on her docks, the imposing charcoal colored mare that was before Amber demanded her enthralled attention. “Aw, can I please leave, if that is alright with you,” asked meekly. Who does this mare think she is? The thought hangs on the edge of her mind.
The other Unicorn ran her emerald eyes up and down the copper mason-pony. “Who does this mare think she is, well she knows herself as Vumon the True Plan, and she knows you, Amber Gelezag?” As the Goddess utters that, the younger mare drops in prostration, causing a roll of eyes from Vumon. “As the skull of the mare grows broader, so do her creeds. And her gods they are shaped in her image and mirror her needs. And she clothes them with thunders and beauty; she clothes them with music and fire, seeing not, as she bows by their altars, that she worships her own desire.” Said as she walks around the worshiping mare.
Shooting her head up, she rises her voice, sounding confused and hurt. “What in nine hells does that mean?” The mare ponders and gets a hint of what the Goddess meant. Amber trails the other mare into a round room with desks, with floating pens which begin to write feverishly as Vumon enters. “May I ask a question?” Causing the goldenrod mane mare nod and answer; “I know everything that was and still is, but of the future I do not. Answer well I if it is within my knowledge.” This causes Amber to give her a peculiar look. “Wait, you are a god of knowledge, you should know everything.”
“What fun is there knowing everything, I can try and forecast the blooming roses that Dan loves so much; or deduce what great beast that Kat will challenge; or wonder what new trick Itdun will try to get Atol in her bed. If I known everything it would be a boring reality, for all knowledge and wonder is an impression of pleasure in itself.” Vumon reveals as she overlooks the enchanted pen’s work, her very own horn shimmered in the same glow.
Amber takes a deep breath. “Am I a Failure?” Her muscles tense and displayed her improved health from stopping her overindulgence.
Vumon giggles. “My Little Unicorn; failure is an event, not a pony. Yesterday ended last night. You are young, you will fail a hundred times before succeeding, and failure at most, precedes success. Amber do you want a taste of what triumph life has in store for you.” She reaches down, kissing the young mare where her horn once rested in full. “Then wake up.”
The Unicorn popped up from her bed, passing some gas as she stretched. A weight is felt upon her hind-legs, opening her eyes to find lying on her tingling extremities was what she considered a monster. It was not unlike that of a foal, but had the proportions of a full grown Little Pony; it also had wings, but unlike the Pegasi, it had butterfly wings.
Two more join the lone one in play, tussling on the sheets and flying acrobatic dogfights in the air, only for fun. All Amber can do is cower where the head of her bed met the corner. The strange alien ponies halt their play at the sight of the quivering Unicorn, they all set at the side of the bed attempting their best to look endearing and docile. They then float into the air and beckon the young mare to follow.
Almost against her will, the stout mare tags along, sauntering where the creatures take her and picking up items they desire. After awhile she claims a workshop under the pearl moonlight, she begins to labor and ponies take witness, but Amber does not notice them. The entire day passes and the copper coat mason pony continues for what seems like moments to her. As the bizarre Little Ponies leave, she comes to her senses and before her sets the ‘Warmwaddled the Net of Sparking, the artifact gabbro millstone. Her eyes light up, Amber was closing a sad chapter of her life and entering a new happy one.
Post by: DVNO on July 12, 2012, 12:39:46 am
((some mood music)) (http://youtu.be/zvCBSSwgtg4)
Patina fastened the brooch across her neck. She checked her various saddlebags. A months worth of provisions? Check. Coin? Check. basic medical tools? Check. Max? Check, of course.
She looks at Granite
“Well, That’s everything, I suppose.”
“Yeah, hold that thought...” Granite says. He moves some fake grass on the ground revealing a trapdoor. He quickly goes in and comes out loaded with packs, all of which brimming with things from fire starters to canteens to rations and to random maps. Kept close to him were his chain and copper dagger and his lute was visible amongst all the bags strapped to him. “I made that awhile ago when I thought about running away... just in case I ever did... then I started updating it each week in case shit hit the fan...” He sighs. “Ready to go when you are.”
She nods “Yeah, Let’s go see the zebra, the hippogryphs, and all the wonderful places in between.”
the two walk out of Dawnpick’s gates and get a few feet on the road, when Patina stops.
“well this is it.” she said, looking back nervously
“Yeah it is...” Granite says. “This is the farthest I’ve ever gone...”
“Me too.” She looked at the invisible line they dare not cross, and took a tentative step over it.
“We’ll be there and back again like that, I’m sure.” she grinned, dismissing it
“I mean, look at all the maps you have!”
“Yeah, most of them were cheap too. I always liked the caravans, they always had cool stuff...” Granite says. “So where are we going first?”
“The Zebra forest retreat of Unpronounceable, Unpronounceable-” She grabs Granites map “ Is here.”
“Great.” Granite says. “Let’s get walking...”
“Right behind you.” She assured him excitedly
Max chirped happily
The two walked into the sunset, The brightest horizon they’ve ever seen.
Post by: Psalms01 on July 12, 2012, 02:19:25 am
The book is bound in Chestnut and pages are transmuted rope reed paper.
The pen-pony-ship is in overtly done by an Earth Pony, spelling and grammatical errors are common, but otherwise beautifully done.
13th Obsidian, 263
Today, I went to the ‘Stable,’ which is a place for foals to learn and to be safe if anything was to happen. Although, it is just barely too small for the number of foals in Dawnpick, my presence was tolerated. There was some hint of confusion between the present teacher Kat, who is an endearing petite mare, and I. Instead of teaching anything, I went there to learn, back where I was born, a proper education eluded me.
20th Obsidian, 263
I grown bored of the lessons for now. Also the Unicorn mare Amber entered a fey mood sometime during the night, because I found her working feverishly in a workshop on my way to the mines. There I spent my time smoothing the ground, a soothing endeavor, but it appears others see it as tedious.
25th Obsidian, 263
The reserve set out on a covert mission into the caverns and mines, where the only thing out of the ordinary was the hole I found before. If I did not know better, I suspect the Virtue Urist-Mc-Stupid-Noble thought my report was just routine, or did not believe me. I held my tongue, because at least we are doing something now. My body refused to sleep much of the time, this may have caused some friction between the Captain and me, but it was still my will to comply with his orders to rest.
6th Granite, 264
Today I assisted in the installation of the millstone that Amber made. It was a project and half, my hoofs and mouth hurt. It would have been great if the original engineers added a shut off lever to the windmills. Otherwise, after this, I am spending some downtime.
3rd Slate, 264
A militia pony, two foals of Falcata along with herself was covered in blisters from a forgotten beast that was slain earlier by the latter. Serve those two foals a lesson, let them learn from this, that their actions bring consequences. Also even if they are Alicorns, it does not make them less then any Pony, they bear a harsh world that does not play favorites.
13th Slate, 264
I treaded out Indigo at the dyer’s shop, it reeks and soiling, I enjoyed it. Though, I do not plan of doing it so habitually like the Captain.
22nd Felsite, 264
There was a badger pony assault upon the gate today, I respect their determination, but lack of reasoning is appalling. I spend much of my time this month exploring Dawnpick and such. There is this finely-crafted statue of ‘The Priest’ embracing an apple tree. The stallion by the name of Granite, he has made some idols of Tolum Peacefulrights, I can understand why, she is depicted as a very attractive mare.
26th Malachite, 264
My favorite past time it seems is working out at the gym and maintaining the equipment. It was there that I hear the report to move as a beast below came through the trapped airlock. We were too late, the libertine Stiletto was the first to engage and died shortly after making the kill. All death is equal, it is all grave. Furthermore, it appears that she was the first to die in the militia, which should be morale breaking.
6th Galena, 264
I joined the masons this morning, asking for Mortar to show me ropes, instead he called up one of the legendary masons, Amor. It took one look, I realized that she and I would not get along. I voiced my reasoning before the group, she looks like an ugly inbreed noble, and my eyes are hard to fool. Their blood should be shunned. Amor stormed off, and the other ponies look at me like I done something wrong, so I excused myself.
15th Galena, 264
I finally was able to pick up masonry today, just some basics, seems that my truth upset some ponies enough for them not to work with me. That is their rightful will, as it is my will not to work with some ponies, I can sympathize with their feelings about me.
Post by: jaxler on July 14, 2012, 02:04:22 am
Marilee woke slowly, feeling around for the pony who should be beside her. Her hoof found Jaxler’s belly, and she pulled herself closer to him, rousing him with gentle kisses.
Jaxler was surprised to be awoken by a kiss, but really didn’t show it on his face as he opened his eyes and put his foreleg around Marilee. “Good morning, my love.”
Marilee smiled wide. “Good morning indeed. How did you sleep?”
The markspony nuzzled Marilee. He really hadn’t slept well in the last 5 days since he had left the hospital and stopped drinking. “A little bit better since you’ve been staying with me.”
Marilee wrapped her forelegs around Jaxler, snuggling close to him. “How are you feeling? Still cold, any shakiness?”
Jaxler put his other foreleg around marilee and even put his wings around her. “Nope, actually.” Jaxler still felt depressed as of recently, but the support he was being given from his friends helped him greatly.
“That’s good to hear. So, you feel like getting some breakfast, or would you like to stay with me a little while?”
Jaxler held Marilee a little tighter. “breakfast seems nice, but staying here with you seems a little nicer.” Jaxler then gave her a kiss.
Marilee leaned into the kiss, holding it as long as she could. “I was hoping you’d say that.”
Jaxler breaks the kiss regretfully and gives Marilee a squeeze with his forelegs. “So...”
Marilee rested her head on Jaxler’s chest. “Mm-hmm?”
“Is there anything you’d like to do?” asked Jaxler as he stroked Marilee’s mane.
“Well, there is... if you feel like you’re up to it.”
“I’d say I am.”
Marilee replied by kissing Jaxler deeply, pulling the covers over the two of them...
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The two ponies huddled together, content in each other’s company. Marilee laid with her head on Jaxler’s chest, listening to his heartbeat. She let out a contented sigh. “...I love you, Jaxler.”
Jaxler sighed as well. “I love you too...”
Reluctantly, Marilee sat up. “Well, we really should be off to breakfast now.”
Jaxler followed Marilee’s que and sat up too. “You're probably right.”
Marilee gave Jaxler one last brief kiss, before climbing out of bed and going to the dresser to freshen up.
Jaxler lingered in bed a little longer before finally getting up and picking his crossbow up off the cabinet and slinging it over his back. He then walked over to his coffer and after fiddling with the locks he picked up something covered in cloth as well as his quiver and hid the cloth covered item in said quiver. He didn’t really mess around with his mane, and hoped Marilee wouldn’t say something about it. This was, of course, fruitless, because as soon as she had finished with her mane, Marilee came over with a brush and proceeded to attack the tangled crimson mess atop Jaxler’s head.
Jaxler sighed as his mane was assaulted by the brush. “Do I look nice?”
“Just a little more...” Marilee gave his now neatly-combed mane one more stroke. “There, all done.”
Jaxler smiled. “Thanks... I have a question for you. my hair naturally has purple and light and crimson red stripes in it, kinda dye it all crimson and my wings are naturally purple as well. do you think I’d look okay if I stopped dyeing them?”
“Oh? You’ve never told me that before. Why did you dye them in the first place?”
“Well, thought I’d look nicer if my mane and body were just one solid color.”
“Well, if you think it looks better, then you should keep it that way. You’ll have to show me how you really look some day, though.”
“Well, maybe I could stop dying it from now on.”
“you don’t have to. This look has suited you well thus far, hasn’t it?”
“It has, but It really isn’t me.” said Jaxler as he walked over to the door.
Marilee followed him out. “Well, it’s your body after all.”
As the two left the apartment Jaxler put his wing around Marilee. “So, There’s something I’ve been wondering for a while.”
“Yes?” Marilee snuggled into Jaxler’s wing.
“If your father is a shadow bolt, does that mean that if we had a foal, it could be one?”
“Yes, it does...” Marilee replied, cautiously. “That’s not... a problem, is it?”
“Well, yes. I’d love the foal all the same, but I’m not sure if all the other ponies here would... and aside from that are the rumors of darkbolts enjoying blood true?”
“They’re certainly able to drink blood, though they don’t need to feed on ponies like a vampire. As for enjoying it, well... I imagine that’s a matter of personal taste.”
“Okay, but what if the foal was discriminated against?”
Marilee sighed heavily. “I... well, I’ve always thought that ponies here in Dawnpick were very tolerant and open-minded, so I hope that won’t end up being a problem.”
“Most are, but still many ponies here have had things ruined by what some call ‘devil’ ponies. They’ve lost family to them, and fear them. it’s not all of us but a few, but it could still be a very real problem.”
“I understand. But I think the best we can really do is deal with the issue when it happens.”
“Okay... Just one more question, do you have anything other than pegasus and shadowbolt blood? Just out of curiosity.”
Marilee paused to think for a moment. “Well... my grandma on my mum’s side was an earth pony. Dad was the first in his family to not take a shadowbolt wife, so there isn’t anything else on that side of the family.”
“Well, I’m a pure bred Pegasus, so I guess That means if we had a foal, it would either be and earth, pegasus or shadowbolt pony.” Jaxler then Gave Marilee a nuzzle. “Would you be okay if I named our son if we had one together?”
“It would be our foal, shouldn’t we work together to name them?”
“Yes, but... I want to name him after my Grandfather.”
Marilee pondered this for a moment. “I see... what was his name?”
Jaxler sighed. “Lieutenant Meldrich, blackflutes...”
“Meldrich...” Marilee let the name sink in for a moment. “That is a nice name.” She chuckled softly. “Alright, if we do have a little colt, that’s what we’ll name him.“
Jaxler smiled. “Thanks...” He then continued to walk into the meeting hall. “You know, G-pa never exactly told me how he made it all the way to lieutenant, he never went to military academy.” Jaxer then sighed. “I guess when you loose enough officers you just rank up whoever tends to not kick the bucket.” He then looked down to his crossbow, “He was a good pony... “ He looked a little water eyed. Marilee’s company had really put a dent the in potency of his depression, but he was still easily worked up. In fact, he would be at the reserves right now, if he hadn’t broken down during training and been told to not show back up until he recovered. “why can’t I protect anything...”
Marilee snuggled a little deeper into Jaxler’s wing. “Why would you say that? You’ve done an amazing job protecting the ponies of Dawnpick.”
“I... before that... I couldn’t do anything...” As much as Jaxler wanted to break down again, he held it in and guided the two to his favorite seat. “You know... of all the seats in this room, this was the one where I drunk my brains out the most...”
Marilee put out a hoof to gently stop Jaxler. “Do you think maybe it would help if you chose a different seat? Somewhere you didn’t drink very often?”
Jaxler sighed. “Yeah... might be best... could we actually, eat breakfast somewhere other than the meeting hall...”
Marilee smiled. “That sounds like a good idea. Did you have somewhere in mind?”
“Maybe by the river... under a tree.”
“I like the sound of that.”
“Okay then.” the two walk over and grab some food before leaving the hall. Jaxler didn’t take his wing off of Marilee for a second, as if he was afraid of losing her. “So... how long till’ you leave for GlitterGlen?”
“Well, miss Virtue seems to think that we shouldn’t have to worry about an attack any time soon, and dad seems to agree. So... we could be ready to leave before the end of the month.”
“Oh, well, are you sure you’d want to do that? I have some plans I’d hate for you to miss.” Said jaxler as the two exited the gate.
“Oh? Well, then... I guess I could ask them if we could stay a little while longer, but... well, I had hoped you’d like to come with us.”
“Well, I’d love to come with you and meet your brother... just, I think you need to hold off on leaving...”
Marilee was silent for a moment. “...Okay. I think I can wait just a little while longer.”
“Good... “ the two make their way to a tree near the river. Jaxler knew this spot well, it was where stiletto brought him after Arbalest died. He sat down with marilee, and let their breakfast laying next to them. “So... did you hear about Granite left town on a deadly quest that could very well end his life...”
Marilee froze. “What? Why? What does he think he’s doing?”
“He... he didn’t say... but he left, and I couldn’t really do anything to stop him... He was sure he had to do it though... so I gave him my blessing... I had him promise to send me letters...”
Marilee stepped forward, wrapping her forelegs and wings around Jaxler. “He... he’s a strong buck. He’ll be okay. I believe he will.”
“You know... for the first time in decades, I actually asked god for something... I asked celestia to let him back... do you think she won’t take another pony away from me...”
“I don’t think she wants to see you lose anypony else. I think she’ll keep him safe, in whatever way she can.”
The depression was making it hard for Jaxler to maintain his composure. “He... he’s my son... if he died, I’d never know... he’s my son.. and I can’t keep him safe.. why can’t I keep ponies safe...”
Marilee held Jaxler close, comforting him with gentle kisses on his cheeks and forehead.
Jaxler sighed gave Marilee a nuzzle. It almost seemed like whenever he was with her, he could never feel bad for long. “Aye, I need to give you something, and I’d like if you closed your eyes while I do so.”
“Oh? Okay...” Marilee let go of Jaxler, stepping back and shutting her eyes. “I’m ready.”
Jaxler took off his quiver and emptied its contents on the ground, a few bolts came out, and a small object wrapped in a cloth. after picking up said object, he grabbed Marilee’s hoof gently and placed it on her hoof. “open up your eyes.”
Marilee opened her eyes, and gasped: upon her her hoof rested a plain steel bracelet, unadorned save for a single stud of bright, glittering turquoise metal.
“Oh, Jaxler... Is this... from your... Oh, sweetie, you shouldn’t have...”
“Well, I should, I mean, I am proposing to you right now.”
Marilee couldn’t answer, raising the braceleted hoof to her mouth in stunned silence.
Jaxler smiled at the mare’s response. “Would you be willing spend forever with me?”
“I-I... I... yes! Yes, oh yes yes yes...” Marilee threw her forehooves around Jaxler, pulling him into a deep, passionate kiss.
Jaxler was surprised by the sudden kiss, but didn’t hesitate to accept it and hold it for as long as he could.
After a long time, Marilee broke away, catching her breath. She stared into Jaxler’s eyes. “...Yes, Jaxler. I do want to spend the rest of my life with you.”
Jaxler sighs and gives Marilee a nuzzle. “thank you... now I’d love it if the wedding happened right after I’m done with rehab... and the trip to Glitterglen can be our honeymoon.”
Marilee accepted the nuzzle. “I can do that. Oh, I just can’t wait to tell mum and dad...”
“Oh, I bet they’ll be proud...”
Post by: Maklak on July 14, 2012, 01:37:42 pm
(( 22nd Obsidian 263. Mission Z120: Inrtoduction. ))
(( Another FB showed up on 13th Obsidian, but didn't do any damage. ))
The beast attacks in the mines were unnerving and dangerously frequent. The worst part was that they shouldn't happen at all. A few ponies spent hours looking over maps of the shafts and corridors below Dawnpick and found no way for the monsters to get inside from the caverns, yet they somehow did. Nopony seemed to know what to do about it and the miners and haulers still had to brave these dangers each day. There regular military patrols helped, but that was only a half-measure that didn't get to the root of the problem. Besides, some soldiers got wounded down there, most notably Bardiche. The whole point of walling off a section of the caverns for a year was to gain secure access to the resources there, but that was moot if there was still a way for nasty things to get inside Dawnpick and threaten ponies. After thinking about it and making preparations for a few days, Indigo's mind is finally settled. In the evening he puts on his best robe, takes a few things and goes to the Keep to see Lady Virtue. After a short talk with the guard he is let inside. He leaves his saddlebags by the door. The guard steps inside and watches what happens. "Hello Lady Virtue."
Virtue is looking over Longshot's report concerning steel production, prior to trade with the next caravan from Coupledye, which is expected soon. As usual, it all seems to be in order. She looks up to her guest and gives him a small nod. "Hello Indigo, how can I help you?"
"I come to you, because I've been thinking; there were some attacks in the mines over the years, where there should be none. We checked and double-checked the maps, but found nothing, right? Well, since the warrant about bins was falsified, would it be possible for the maps to be altered as well? Even if they are authentic, there could be an honest mistake in their making, or they could simply be out of date." explains Indigo.
She frowns a bit as he brings up that incident again. "I... suppose it is possible the maps were altered. We have several copies though, some of which have been kept pretty secure." Not that it had stopped whoever it was from forging her seal... "A mistake though... well, I guess that's possible too. The mines are pretty large now and we don't go in many parts of them anymore."
Indigo nods. "There is a strong possibility, they are inaccurate. I propose an expedition into the mines to update the maps and look for any possible breaches, hidden passages, or any other ways for monsters to get inside."
Virtue nods slowly as he speaks. "It has been a long time since we last updated the maps, and a lot has changed. The miners know it better than anypony else of course, so I suppose they could lead it." She raises a hoof to her chin. "But if they did come across something dangerous, we shouldn't send them alone..."
"I volunteer to do it. I know enough about maps, stone and masonry to be of use. I can also look for residues of spells. If you don't trust me with this, please send some other ponies instead. I have a hunch that this is important."
Virtue shakes her head quickly. "Oh, no, no I trust you to do it. It's just... well... after what nasties have been encountered down there, are you sure you want to do this? Hopefully you won't find anything, but if you did..."
But the whole point is to find something... oh, she means lurking monsters. "I intend to have an escort. I don't expect there to be any actual danger, but neither did the ponies who got killed or wounded in the mines. Asking Halberd for soldiers would cause too much hassle and too many raised eyebrows, so I'd like to mobilise my own squad and take them with me."
"Oh, well, yes I'd think that the reserves should be able to handle anything you might run into." She raises an eyebrow of her own. "But why are you concerned about raising suspicion?"
"If we have a mole and he is involved in the cavern incidents, he could try something to stop me. There are basically two ways to deal with it. Either try to set a trap with me as a bait or try to keep it under wraps. Since I already intend to take an escort, I think that the best course of action would be to avoid any possible further tampering with whatever evidence may be in the mines. Therefore I ask, that our mission be kept a secret and while we are down there, the mines should be closed and guarded. If anypony has a very good reason to go down there, you should be informed about it. Otherwise tell them... that the mines are dangerous and closed for the time being."
"I see... yes, that makes sense," she says, trying again to picture who in Dawnpick might do such a thing. For a very brief moment she wonders if maybe it was Indigo himself, but she immediately tosses the thought aside. "Perhaps it would be for the best to keep this as quiet as possible. I'll do just that. We shouldn't need to mine any more ore or stone for some time now, so it shouldn't be overly unusual to close the mines off."
Indigo nods. "Yes, I looked at stockpiles today and there is enough material for masons and forges over two weeks." He sighs. "Alright then, I believe I should start soon. If we wait till the next captain's meeting, more ponies will know about it. When can I get an up to date copy of our best maps?"
Virtue searches through a drawer in her desk and produces a small scale map of the mines. "I always keep a copy here, if you want mine. Diamond Shard or Chic might have more up to date maps though, since they work down there."
Indigo accepts her map. "We will of course need provisions... food, writing utensils, tools for measuring and for checking the walls, metal bolts. I can get those myself, with your permission." I already took the liberty to move them together to a few bins and barrels, so they can be picked up quickly and easily, but I can't just take them with us without informing either you or Longshot first. He fetches a list from his saddlebags.
She nods and again rummages through her desk. "Of course. I can write up the authorizations just in case."
Indigo nods. "Another thing... well, I'll be pulling ponies away from their work, so we should be compensated. Considering there is some danger involved, regular guard pay should be about right, I believe."
With the overflowing treasury, this is hardly going to be a problem and she wouldn't dream of asking ponies to work without compensation anyway. "Oh, yes, of course. I'll get with Longshot and Rose later to arrange all of that."
Indigo nods again and pulls out a small carved object made of stone from under his robe. "Take this. I carved myself two matching seals. Nopony else knows about it. If I find something important down there and want to stay for some reason, I will send two ponies with a letter with this seal. Otherwise assume, a message from me was forged, unless it is a single pony yelling for backup."
Virtue takes the seal and gives it a quick look over. Well, if Indigo was able to carve this... maybe he really could have forged the other document. He'd seen her seal often enough... no, best to stop thinking that right now. "Yes, that's probably a good idea. I'll keep this safe."
"Please do so. I'm leaving it just for reference. Finally, I'd like you to take this for safekeeping." Indigo walks up to his saddlebags, pulls out a miniature chest with only a hook for a lock, opens it to show her three scrolls inside, then closes it and places it on her desk. "I don't intend to, of course, but if I die or get lost down there, this is my final will and a few letters."
Virtue accepts the chest with a bit of apprehension. She didn't like the idea of Indigo heading off to what might realistically be his death, especially if Bardiche had nearly been killed while wearing far superior armour and equipped with a better weapon. Still, Indigo was making good points about keeping this secret, and he was probably one of the best choices. He'd be fine, she assured herself. "I... uh... alright, I'll keep this safe until you get back."
Indigo blinks and nods. "Very well, I'll go talk to Halberd and secure the needed equipment. Goodbye Lady Virtue."
"Goodbye Indigo." As he leaves, Virtue sits back into her chair and rests a hoof on the chest now sitting on her desk. He'd be back to recover this. She didn't need to worry about him. She doubted he'd find anything anyway, and if he did find something, the odds of it being a towering monstrosity were remote enough...
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(( 22nd Obsidian 263. ))
Indigo knocks on Halberd's door. "Halberd? This is Indigo. We need to talk."
Halberd sighs and moves to open the door. "What is it?"
Indigo speaks quietly. "I've talked to Lady Virtue about the attacks of beasts from the caverns. At least two of those seemed to be honest accidents with the airlocks, but there were far too many unexplained ones. I suspect that our maps are inaccurate and there is an unmarked way into the caverns. I intend to go down there to check and measure all the walls. I want to take my squad with me as help and as an escort, so I need to ask you first... and I'd like to get our standard equipment and some metal bolts for the expedition."
Halberd frowns and raises an eyebrow. "Just the reserves are going? Are you sure that's a good idea? What happens if you run into one of those beasts? Have you seen one up close while it was still alive?"
Indigo scratches his horn. "Well... I understand, but the risk isn't much greater than what the miners and haulers brave every day. Besides, we had some training sessions to fight bigger and stronger opponents as a group." Not in tight quarters, though. "I wouldn't put myself or my squad at risk without a very good reason and if we do run into something dangerous, I'll send somepony to get help."
"Fine, if that's what you want, go right ahead. Your gear is in its normal place in the armoury. I think you know where the bolts are," he says as he fetches the key to the armoury.
"One more thing. I talked with Virtue and she agreed that our mission should be a secret and the mines will be closed while we are in there, to prevent eventual saboteur from tampering with anything... if it is indeed his fault. Maybe I should tell that to Partisan (( Kat? )) instead. the fewer ponies know, the better, but when the mines are closed, some ponies will ask questions. Actually have guards remember who asked and include that in their reports."
Halberd gives the key to Indigo. "A saboteur? I'm not sure if I really believe that, but whoever forged the order to Jury and Partisan might always try something else," he says with a glare and a snort. "If I find out who did it, Jury and Partisan won't have to worry about punishing him..." Halberd grumbles. "But yes, it might be a good idea to let Partisan know. Was there anything else?"
"Well, there are two theories. One that the falsified warrant was dropped by some pegasus from outside Dawnpick and another that we have a mole. I don't know which is true, but find it safer to assume the latter. If that is true and you happen to find him, it would be much better for you to just maim him, so we can get some answers. That would be all. Thank you. I'll give you back the key in the morning. Goodnight."
Halberd nods. "Yeah. Be careful," he calls in a warning tone.
Indigo leaves and goes to tell his squad to be ready in the morning. So far everything is going according to plan. Come to think of it, if the mole theory is true, Halberd should check it when a pony comes to him and claims that Lady Virtue ordered something out of the ordinary, but if I tell him that he will stall me.
(( This scene was supposed to be a bit longer, but you know, budgetary cuts. (That was a joke. Telgin is busy and I don't want to overload him.) After this Indigo either talked or didn't to captain of the guard, whichever you think would work better. If he didn't, he was reprimanded for it during the Granite 264 monthly captain's meeting. ))
Fan art unrelated.
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(( If you don't get it: After Kit was wounded fighting a Draltha and the reserves saved her, Indigo was shaken and went to see Amor. Afterwards he felt much better and she had a nightmare. ))
Post by: Maklak on July 14, 2012, 03:55:50 pm
(( Evening, 22nd Obsidian 263. Mission Z120: Goodbyes. ))
After his conversations with Virtue and Halberd, Indigo still has a few errands to run. A certain unicorn mare is one of them. He knocks on her door. “Amor, are you in there?”
The mare in question is resting on her bed after a long day of masonry. A knock at the door draws her curiosity, but she already knows who it is, even before she hears the stallion's voice. She gets up and opens her door, “hello Indigo, what brings you here?”
“Let me in, and I'll tell you. Hurry up, I still need to talk to a few more ponies today.” answers Indigo, looking around and seeing nopony in the corridor.
After the incident with the bins, Amor reads Indigo's voice and actions apprehensively; even if Indigo was to let her in on what he knows, it would do little to diminish her fears. Nonetheless she moves out of the way and lets him in, but not before taking a peek outside. When Indigo is in her room, she closes the door and looks at him. “Is anything the matter? Have any more ponies been hurt or something?” Even though she was usually quite good at hiding emotions, her voice gives away just a hint of her worry.
“No. No, I just came to tell you that I'll be gone for a few days. That's all.” whispers Indigo.
The mare is hesitant to ask where or why, but she does anyway. “Where to, why and for how long, if you don't mind telling me?” she asks with her usual low voice, shooting Indigo a puzzled expression.
Indigo sighs and says quietly. “I will tell you, when I get back. Sorry. This shouldn't take more than a week, in any case."
The curly mane mare huffs at Indigo's reserved behaviour, but thinks it best not to push him. “Is there anything you want me to do in your absence?”
Indigo frowns. “Well... you could water my flowers, I guess. I'll give you the key to my room in the morning.”
The mare misreads his hesitation for a scowl, which sows some distrust in her, but she has been in Indigo's room enough times to know, that he was not hiding anything that was not within his right to hide. She also fears that Indigo thinks of her as not worthy of his trust. He trusts me regardless, I can't take it all for granted. she thinks, as she sits down in one of her lemon wood chairs. “I will do that for you, anything else?”
“Not really, just not talk about it to other ponies. Well, unless...” He frowns again. “No, we will talk when I get back. Goodnight.” Indigo turns towards her door, unlocks it and leaves, giving her a nod, just before closing it from outside.
Amor says her goodnight and wonders what else her friend was going to add, but she already knows in the back of her mind. She goes back to her bed and tries to get some sleep, even though she is restless over what the next day could bring.
(( Maklak says: Lol, even when Indigo tried to tell her not to worry, the result was the contrary. ))
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Second order of business is mobilising his squad. Indigo knocks on Midnight's door next. “Are you in there? This is Indigo.”
Midnight quickly gets up and makes his way to the door. He is surprised to hear Indigo's voice and even questions his ears for a brief moment, just before the pony announces himself. He quickly opens his door, “Indigo?” then steps aside, giving his captain the chance to enter. “What brings you here?”
Indigo looks around before entering and sees Floral in the corridor, but she doesn't appear to be interested in other ponies' business and just goes to her room after a day of work. “I will be brief.” Indigo enters and whispers “The reserves are mobilised. Come tomorrow morning to the archery range with arms and armour. Take some food and drink with you. If you made any arrangements for the next week, cancel them. Is this clear? Oh, and don't talk about it, if you don't have to.”
“Mobilised?...” He takes a moment to think, he didn't expect something like this to happen. “Yes sir, I understand. Can I ask, why the secrecy?”
“Such information will be given on a need to know basis. You will need to know tomorrow. For now let's just say, that it shouldn't take more than a week and that we are getting paid for this.” Indigo frowns. “The secrecy... is not to raise any panic. We normally don't train this month. That's it for now, I still need to tell the others. See you tomorrow.” The unicorn nods and turns towards the exit.
“Wait. I can tell the others I'm leaving, yes? I'd hate to disappear without telling them I'm going.”
Indigo sighs. “We are trying to keep this under wraps. Who do you intend to tell?”
“Just a few close Friends. Rose, for one.”
“Lady Virtue knows of course, so Rose can be trusted. Tell others only if you must and only as little as you have to. We will be away for just a few days.” answers Indigo, annoyed. This is harder than I expected. “Is there anything else?”
“No sir, I'll start getting ready right away.” Midnight says as he gives Indigo a short nod.
“Alright then, see you tomorrow at the archery range.” says Indigo and leaves.
Midnight waves him off as he walks away and shuts the door behind him, before getting to work on the preparations. He really hopes he won't need the entire week's worth of food...
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(( This was before Jaxler decided to stop drinking. ))
Next on the list is Jaxler. Indigo doesn't even bother looking in his room and checks the dining hall first. Sure enough the pegasus is drinking in a corner. “Jaxler, we need to talk.”
“Ugh... this isn't about my drinking, is it?” Jaxler lowers his mug and sighs heavily. Looks like he just lost a pleasant evening.
Indigo sighs. “No, this is about something else.” he looks around, but sees too many ears to continue. “And this is something we must discuss in private,” he adds in a much quieter voice. “Your room would be good and we can take this with us.” he points at Jaxler's drink.
Jaxler rolls his eyes and picks up his crossbow and drink. “Meh, fine.” He hopes nopony is going to spread rumours about him bringing Indigo secretly into him room at night.
They reach their destination in silence. It is slightly messy, but Indigo barely even registers any clutter that doesn't get in his way. “Alright. This is isolated enough. The reserves are mobilised as of tomorrow morning. We are going on a mission. This is serious, so be there with your armour, weapons, and anything else you need.” speaks Indigo quietly.
“Okay, may I ask what our mission is?” asks Jaxler in an equally quiet tone.
“I will tell you tomorrow. It is a secret and you aren't allowed to talk about it. It shouldn't take more than a week and that's about as much as you need to know now. Just come to the archery range tomorrow morning and be sober.” answers Indigo.
Jaxler doesn't like that he can't be told what the mission is, but at least Indigo didn't lie to him. “I cannot go for more than two maybe three days without booze. I sincerely hope you can work around that.”
Indigo nods. “I included a barrel of alcohol in our provisions. It should be enough.”
Jaxler nods “Good. I have another question. Is this a suicide mission?” Something about Indigo's secrecy put Jaxler off; he doesn't like it one bit.
Indigo is taken aback by Jaxler’s question. “No... You can think of it as a patrol. Actual danger should be rather low.” Dammit, I said too much. “I wouldn't be going on anything even approaching a suicide mission, and neither Virtue nor Halberd would allow it.”
“Good... I'm going to need to tell Marilee that I won't be around for a few days because of the reserves.”
Why does Jaxler always insist on making problems? Indigo slightly grits his teeth hearing the name of one of the rainbow ponies. Still, if Gregor was a suspect in the bin incident, he would have to be very bold and surely Partisan has investigated that possibility. “Fine, I already let the others tell their friends they will be away for a while. Just try not to say anything alarming. I will tell you and the rest all you need to know tomorrow, once we are away.” says Indigo. “Is there anything else?”
“Can I bring my dog? I don't really trust him to be alone in my room for a week.” Jaxler points to the huge ball of fluff sleeping on his bed.
“Riddix?” Indigo looks at the big furball. “If he can keep quiet and out of the way.... no, on second thought it would be better for you to leave him. I suppose you could just let him run around the town freely. He is friendly enough and I'm sure somepony will give him some leftovers when he begs for food.”
“Nah, he might jump up on some foal in an attempt to lick its face and knock him over. Or some jackasses might mess with him, and you know that if he bites somepony for hitting him he gets put down.” Jaxler pauses and scratches his mane. “Maybe Flux would be willing to babysit him.”
Indigo smiles slightly at the mention of Riddix trying to be friendly and instead scaring a foal, then gets serious again. “Yes, those are valid concerns. I'd much rather you found a way to leave him behind, but if that won't work, we could take him with us.”
“Good, I'd hate to see something happen to Riddix.” Hearing his name, the big ball of fluff wakes up and walks over to Indigo, whipping his tail. Apparently one of his best friends showed up so he decides to lick the blue pony.
Indigo is used to the dog by now and knows exactly, what he is trying to do. The pony doesn't like being licked, so instead he intercepts Riddix'es head with a hoof and rubs it. After a minute or so of this, he says to Jaxler “I still need to do some preparations, so see you tomorrow morning at the archery range.” he nods to his host, stops playing with his dog and leaves.
Jaxler sighs. He doesn't want to bother Flux and Marilee so late into the day, but he feels it is necessary. Marilee hopefully wouldn't worry about him, but Jaxler is unsure how competent Flux is at handling a dog.
(( After this Indigo had similar conversations with the rest of his squad. They told their darlings that they would be gone for a few days. ))
(( Presumably the day after, Rose had an interesting conversation with her mother, Lady Virtue. ))
(( To be continued... The next scene is "Expedition". There was supposed to be one with Amor freaking out on 23rd, then talking to Sarissa guarding the mines, who would be annoyed, because she doesn't know anything. After that Amor was supposed to go huff at Virtue, but you know, budgetary cuts. (That was a joke.) ))
Post by: Maklak on July 15, 2012, 01:55:49 pm
(( Morning, 23rd Obsidian 263 Mission Z120: Expedition.))
(( Indigo (UPM), Oil Macepony (UPF), Jaxler (PPM), Midnight (EPM), Generic (EPM), Castiron (PPM). ))
(( This was supposed to be a long scene or series of scenes with dialogue between Indigo, Jaxler and Midnight, but it doesn’t look like we are going to do it. On the plus side, this is the TL;DR version. ))
Indigo woke up with the sun, hastily washed, dressed up and ate his breakfast, then went about the final part of his preparations. He collected all the bins and barrels, he set aside earlier, leaving them with one of the guards to watch over at the archery range. (Possibly Kit) He gave the key to the armoury back to Halberd and the keys to his room to Amor. She tried to talk to him, but he just left her to her work, telling her, he was in a hurry and would speak to her later.
The rest of his squad gathers as he checks his supplies one last time. One barrel of wine, one of water, one with food, a bin from the armoury with what equipment they were allowed but didn’t keep in their rooms, as well as 100 metal bolts. Two bins from the warehouse with measuring tools, hammers, smoke sticks, lamps and fuel, chalk, writing utensils, blankets and a few other necessities. This is a lot of supplies for a short expedition and Indigo didn’t get any cart to carry all these things, which means they are going to have to carry them on their backs. The reservists don’t look forward to that.
The reserves gather one by one and by the time Indigo is done checking the bins, most of them are present. They talk to each other a bit, but Indigo silences them with. “I’ll explain soon.” When the last one shows up they pick up a bin or barrel each, with Jaxler carrying the barrel of wine and Indigo the one with measuring tools and follow their captain. Much to their surprise, he isn’t leading them outside Dawnpick, but east along the walls and into the mines. Amor works at one of the mason’s workshop at the time and notices them. They pass a soldier posted at the entrance, who nods in annoyance and lets them pass.
They enter the big chamber that serves as the primary iron mine with some veins still visible.
Indigo leads them in a corner. “Leave your load here. This will be our temporary camp.” When they do and look at him, he continues. “I owe you some explanation. As you know ever since the miners first found these caverns we had a few monster attacks per year and a few casualties. Even considering many of those were due to faults in the airlocks, designed by Stiletto, if you’re curious,” he adds, frowning, “there is a very strong possibility that there is some unknown way from the caverns into the mines. Our mission is to find it with any means necessary. I’m not exactly sure what we’re looking for, so we will use a few different methods. The maps I got are likely to be inaccurate, so I’ll be updating them. I don’t expect this to be dangerous, but there may be some lurking monsters somewhere, so we have our weapons, just in case. While we are down here, the mines are closed, so we won’t be disturbed. It is possible that there is a saboteur in Dawnpick, so I don’t want him tampering with whatever hidden passageway may be down here. I also want him to talk to the guard on the surface and be noted for it. Alos, I made sure we are getting paid as guards on patrol. That is all.” Indigo answers a few of their questions and they set to work.
The reservists spend a better part of the day checking the iron mine. They divide in teams of two: Midnight and Generic, Oil Macepony and Castiron, plus Indigo and Jaxler. The captain mostly deals with maps and measures as well as coordinates the other two teams. He also checks the walls for sigils and spell residues, but shares that responsibility with Oil Macepony. Jaxler sometimes holds a stripped pole or the other end of measuring tape, but for the most part acts as a lookout. He has the sharpest senses among them after all.
They look for hidden doors, hit the walls with small hammers and listen for strange sounds, Indigo and Mace use their horns to detect any lingering spells. All they manage to find are some old alarms. They also cover the floor in the big room by walking side by side and hitting it with hammers. It takes them a few hours to find a rhythm for their work that strikes a good balance between speed, accuracy and not getting into each other’s way. Listening to the sounds the walls make, is easier when they don’t hit them with hammers at the same time, so they alternate.
Finally they use open lanterns and smoke sticks to look for air currents. When they are done with the main iron mine, they climb the old stairs and check them out, together with the old entrance to the mines and the underside of the dodge trap. There is nothing out of the ordinary, but the trap hasn’t been used in years, has some tree-sized mushrooms and it still being connected to the mines is a hazard. Indigo and Jaxler measure the big chamber and the blue pony makes some corrections to his map, because some more ore was dug out since it was last updated.
They descend below the main iron mine. There is another room here. Still huge, but several times smaller than the one above. There are a few long exploratory corridors here. Again, they find nothing out of the ordinary. Apart from shale, there are big clusters of magnetite here, as well as some Cinnabar and red tourmaline gems. Below that there are more exploratory tunnels.
Finally, after a long day of work, they come back to their camp and sleep, leaving two awake guards at all times. They use an hourglass to measure time of their 3-hour watches. After 6 hours of sleep each, they eat, do their business on the side, take what they need and go back down. Generic wanted to pull an all-nighter, but Indigo ordered him to rest, so he could work tomorrow. The earth pony grudgingly agreed, but seemed to just be lying there with his eyes closed during Indigo’s watch.
------------- Day 2 -------
As they go deeper, shale is replaced by gabbro and they find yet more exploratory tunnels. While the rock formations aren’t very interesting, in one corridor close to the stairs, there is still some smeared blood and a broken bolt from an old fight.
After a long descent, they reach a set of floor hatches leading into the first cavern. There is also a corridor to the next staircase. Indigo fiddles with the hatches. He forgot to ask Virtue for keys and the locks look solid enough. Jaxler volunteers to pick them and does so in minutes, but not before they look closely at the locks and find no traces of tampering. When he opens one of the hatches, Jaxler is sent to look at them from below with Castiron. They find no evidence of tampering, but nonetheless Indigo writes that the hatches are a vulnerability that can be broken from below or the locks can be picked and recommends building solid floors instead. It is the only way to be sure. Indigo also has much more doubts about Jaxler, his past and his role in Dawnpick, after seeing his skill at opening locks, but doesn’t put those thoughts in his report. They close the hatch back and move on.
They pass occasional old smears of blood as they go down the stairs. They reach another large room, with slits carved in a wall overlooking the cavern floor. This is the mine of gold and nickel as well as stone used to secure a part of the caverns, which is connected to the mines by the oldest airlock and monster trap. A second, much bigger and better designed one, leads into the cavern beyond the wall. The reserves check all the walls, test the traps and the floor spikes and three of them even briefly go into the cavern to look around the new airlock. Everythings seems to be in order.
When they are done, they move their camp here, to a corner east of the stairs.
------------- Day 3 ---------------
They go yet deeper down the stairs. Gabbro is replaced by Slate, then Quarzite with occasional Pinfire Opals. They reach another set of hatches blocking the way into the second cavern and do the same as with the first ones. There is another exploratory tunnel here.
They descend the next staircase. They find yet another blind, exploratory tunnel, at least according to Indigo’s map. Unexpectedly Jaxler notices that the flame is flickering and the air is sucked out of that tunnel, which is strange. Indigo carefully walks there first, with the rest of his squad in sight. He looks for anything out of the ordinary. The corridor hasn’t been used for quite some time. When he looks around the corner, his jaw drops, he tells his squad to have a look for themselves and focuses his light spell into a beam. The tunnel ends in a gaping hole into the second cavern. It is well above the floor. Jaxler and Castiron are sent into the breach to investigate and find some rubble at the bottom.
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Indigo puts up an +alarm sigil+ in the tunnel and writes a letter, describing the circumstances. He uses his secret seal. Midnight and Generic are sent to deliver it to Virtue. They emerge from the mines shortly after 8 on a cloudy day. After they go to the keep, the pegasai start flying like crazy, miners are rounded up for questioning and masons told to build a wall. Jury and captain of the guard go look at the tunnel. They get a few soldiers as an escort. Amor panics and asks “Where is Indigo”, but calms down when she hears “Alive and unharmed, by the breach.” The second expedition takes bins with stone blocks and gravel with them and goes down with Midnight and Generic as guides. By the breach they meet the rest of Indigo’s squad, who are checking the walls of the tunnel. There is nothing interesting here, apart from the obvious hole. The two groups talk, Jury and Kat check the tunnel and look for clues, but don’t find any, apart from some claw marks on the floor and lots of fresh hoof marks in the thin layer of dust covering the floor. When they are done, a wall is built to block passage, while Indigo’s squad continues their mission and goes deeper. After this point their goal is no longer secret, but the mines are still closed.
(( Maklak says: I got a roll of 97 with a skill of 2 on that alarm sigil. Indigo really did his best, despite the circumstances. He could have gotten a *sigil* on 98-100 ))
The reserves check the airlock into the second cavern level. Three of them go look at it from outside and even go to investigate the tunnel and the pile below it, from the cavern floor. There is nothing wrong here apart from the trap being too small. Apparently the miners were using this place to get rid of much of their rubble, then forgot about it and it left it insecure.
They go deeper and quarzite is replaced by granite. The reservists examine the airlock and trap leading into the third cavern level. It is getting late, so they go back to their camp close to the first cavern, checking the newly built wall on the way.
-------- Day 4 -----------
They descend the stairs again and find still more old smears of blood. The mines have quite a bloody history, which makes their mission that much more important.
They find a wide gabbro corridor that leads nowhere. It is strange; not as narrow as exploratory tunnels, yet too small and deep to be a Gabbro mine. It would make a good place to move their camp, if they were to stay for another night. There is a second, similar but smaller corridor below.
Eventually they reach a big mined-out chamber. It is very hot in here and they sweat. A part of the stairs is broken, but it is not a problem, as what’s left is wide enough. This is the marble quarry. Some of its walls are hot to the touch and earlier dowsing revealed magma and molten rock close by. If there is a breach here, it would have to lead to hell itself, so the squad complains, that they already found what they were looking for, but Indigo insists on being thorough. His decision is rewarded by more corrections to his map from mined out marble and their flasks going dry quickly.
Below there is another, smaller marble mine. After checking it and predictably finding nothing out of the ordinary, it seems that the opened tunnel was the doozy. They return to their camp by the first cavern entrance and breathe the cool air with relief. They drink a lot and prepare everything to go back to Dawnpick.
They emerge from the mines just after 18. Since it’s winter, this is already after sundown. Everypony in the reserves gets the next day off. Indigo and Generic make sure their equipment is returned to appropriate stockpiles, while the rest of them scatters.
After that Indigo and goes to the keep for a de-briefing. There were some inconsistencies with the maps, but they are corrected. A breach is walled off. If the miners used it to get rid of rubble, floor grates and narrow dumps in the cavern ceiling are proposed instead. Just before 21 Indigo is finally free to go talk with Amor and go to sleep.
(( NOTE: In real mines, big empty spaces are often used as rubble dumps. That way only the useful rocks need to be transported to the surface. ))
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Indigo's report, short version:
* Found one breech into the caverns.
* The airlocks are obviously dangerous, but work for the most part.
* The floor hatches seem solid, but could be unlocked by a saboteur. I recommend to floor them over and dig stairs elsewhere.
* Marble deposits have some warm walls. If somepony breaks them, we are going to have an active volcano here. I'm not sure what to do about it.
* There is just a thin wall between the mines and the moat. That is also dangerous. As to that, the dodging trap should be disconnected from the mines and have an exit outside instead. Oh, and there are trees growing down there, so it could use a stone floor.
* Many of the high traffic passages are too narrow and should be widened to be easier to pass each other when walking in opposite directions.
* The place where the fortifications have pierced the floor over the old moat should be floored or at least put some grates there. It is a way for swimmers to bypass the gate and somepony could fall in there.
* Install weapon and cage traps behind the airlocks for increased security.
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During the Granite 264 Captain’s meeting, a few ponies argue about Indigo’s secrecy. His idea of “beating the grass to flush the snakes” didn’t work, but made things difficult for Virtue for a few days instead. There are future expeditions like this, but they don’t look for secret doors, just check all the tunnels and machinery and update maps. They return to sleep in Dawnpick and the mines aren’t closed when they work. The general conclusion is that monster attacks originate from honest accidents rather than sabotage. Miners can’t really be trusted not to pierce holes into the caverns or report them if they do.
The idea about a mole being in the town is regarded as much less likely. The bin incident is accepted to be a work of somepony from outside. The suspicions calm down.
Indigo’s reputation gets better, just as planned. Well, at least until Stiletto’s death, but that was from leaving open one of the airlocks, not from some uncharted passage into the caverns, so Indigo’s expedition was still something of a success.
(( NOTE: Telgin built the wall on 1st Hematite 264 in-game, but this happened earlier in-RP. ))
Post by: Maklak on July 15, 2012, 02:11:58 pm
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"From Indigo to Lady Virtue.
We found what we were looking for. The staircase to the marble mine has an L-shaped corridor. On the map it is blind, but in reality it leads into the caverns. The area around it appears to be clear and the exit is well above cavern floor, so anything that gets here through that tunnel would have to either fly or climb well. There is some debris at the bottom of the cavern floor below the tunnel, so maybe miners used it to get rid of it, rather than carry it all the way to the surface. The tunnel looks to be well made, whoever dug it out was a good miner... well, apart from this being an obvious hazard. It is also wide enough for not just a pony, but even some of the bigger monsters to get through. I put an alarm spell there and recommend getting some masons to wall it off as soon as possible. The captain of the guard should also question the miners about it and possibly look at the tunnel itself. I include a drawing for reference. I intend to continue my mission and look for more breaches. There were a few inconsistencies on my maps, but so far nothing major or dangerous apart from this tunnel. We are almost done anyway."
[A hastily drawn, but pretty clear drawing of the tunnel, easy enough to reference with Virtue's copy of the cavern maps.]
[Indigo's seal in beeswax from a candle.]"
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((Ok, here's Virtue's response to the letter:))
Virtue sets the letter down and stares at it in mild astonishment. Was this an honest mistake? How could something like this have gone unnoticed? Was it intentional instead, and if it was, who would do such a thing? She couldn't imagine any reason why any of the miners might do something like this intentionally. It had to be a mistake, it simply had to.
Regardless, she would follow up on what Indigo recommended. They had to get the breach sealed before anything else bad happened. She stands up and makes for the door, trying to get a plan of action together. First she would go speak with Partisan ((Kat?)) and ask him if he had any recommendations on how to proceed. If he thought they should question ponies before any workers went down, that might be for the best.
And while she still couldn't imagine why any of the miners would do something like this intentionally, it would probably be best to speak with them too, maybe with Partisan's help. And the guard would probably be needed to help with the work of sealing things off. She didn't want to take any chances on any accidents involving monsters, or even saboteurs if there were any.
Jury should probably get involved too. She and Partisan, or the guard in general, would probably need to look over the tunnel itself to check for any possible evidence of sabotage, or who might be responsible. If this wasn't just a mistake, of course.
As for herself, she really wanted to keep an eye on things and help make sure it was done well and quickly, but she'd probably just get in the way. That and she really doubted Glaive would appreciate her going down there where it was so dangerous.
They had to get this resolved, and quickly. She hoped this wasn't related to the forged warrant. That could imply a lot of things she didn't want to dwell on...
(( Maklak says: By the way, if I haven't said so earlier, this whole story arc is what I came up with after looking over the 263 save and finding a hole on Z120, that some monsters could got through into the mines. I wanted to give Indigo some credit. Even the shortened version turned out to be quite long. There is one more scene with Indigo and Amor after this. ))
Post by: jaxler on July 16, 2012, 03:36:57 am
Moral sat outside in front of the door into his room. He didn’t know why, but for some reason the door just wouldn’t budge. He kept trying to open it, but it would not move. He had no idea why, but wouldn’t. As he tried over and over to open his door, ponies would walk by, some would even stop for a few seconds and look at him try to open it, but it seemed nopony would help Moral.
Marilee trotted gleefully down the road, a massive smile on her face. It seemed as though she absolutely hadn’t a care in the world, until she happened across Moral trying in vain to enter his apartment. She came up to stand beside him. “Uhm, hey there Moral. Did you lock yourself out?”
Moral was surprised to be interrupted by marilee. “OH, hi! um... uh... I no think so... I never keep door unlocked...” Moral tried again to open the door, but it wouldn’t budge.
“...you don’t? But sweetie, there’s a padlock on it right there.” She pointed at the offending obstacle.
Moral looked at the object. The pyromancer didn’t know how to operate or even get a padlock. odds were some jerk placed it there as a cruel joke on the simple pony. “Oh... I know what do!” after a few seconds the metal lock was covered in a sickening red glow, after a few seconds the lock suddenly turned into liquid and feel to the ground as a puddle of molten steel.
Marilee jumped back from the molten metal with an ‘eep!’ and stared wide-eyed at Moral. “W-Wow, um... I-I guess that works...”
Moral opened his door and smiled wide before hugging Marilee.
Marilee was surprised by the sudden hug, but accepted it. “S-So, are you going to be okay from here?”
Moral kept on hugging Marilee. “thank you for helping me ma... um... m-... oh... mommy!”
Marilee fell silent. Did Moral really just call her... ‘mommy?’ “Oh... uhm... You’re very welcome, Moral.”
Moral let go of marilee near instantly after seeing her react to his words and looked down at his hooves. “you no like that I called you mommy.. don’t you...” his ear fell flat to his head once he was done speaking.
“Oh, n-no, nothing like that! It’s just... hearing you say that, it reminds me of what you said about your mum and dad before...”
Moral sighed. “Well... I not have a mommy anymore... and well, you always nice to me and listen to my problems, I kinda like it if you were my mommy!”
“Wow... I’ve never been a mother before... I... I think I’d like that.”
moral hugged Marilee again and smiled. “Um... would you mind if I stayed with you and Jaxxy... I’m really no good at doing stuff on my own...” Moral looks into his apartment. The place is a complete mess, aside from his few personal belongings being everywhere, his bed was missing a leg, and his table was flipped. “I don’t know why... but I just no good at it...”
“I... I’ll have to talk to Jaxler about it. I’m not sure how he’d feel. But I’d be happy to have you stay with us.”
“Can I come with you and can you talk with him right now?” asked Moral with unimaginable enthusiasm.
“Uhm... sure! I was just going to see him.”
Moral smiled and gave Marilee a quick hug. “Thankyouthankyouthankyouthankyou!”
Marilee accepted the hug, draping a wing over Moral’s withers. “Well, let’s get going.”
Moral smiled even wider as he felt Marilee’s wing come over him. “Do think Jaxxy will have problem with me staying with you?”
“I certainly hope he won’t. Jaxler is such a kind, caring pony... oh, and look!” Marilee raised her forehoof, showing off the studded bracelet.
Moral was brought back by the bracelet, it seemed oddly plain aside from the single patch of blue. “Oh... jaxxy give you a bracelet... OH, look it has one of those adamantine studs from his crossbow!” how the pony was able to remember what the demonic blue metal was, or remember about Jaxler’s crossbow was anypony’s guess.
Marilee smiled wide. “Uh-huh. Can you believe it? He gave this to me, and then... he proposed! We’re going to be married!”
Moral hugged marilee again. “GREAT! mommy’s gonna be married!”
Marilee hugged Moral tightly, before continuing on down the path with him.
“So... how did you and jaxxy meet?” asked Moral as the two neared Jaxler’s appartment.
“Well...” Marilee stared off into the distance, remembering that day. “We met in prison, if you can believe it.”
Moral puts a hoof to his chin. “that odd way to meet... I think we here...”
“Oh, we are!” Marilee looks up, and goes to the door, giving it a knock.
The door suddenly opened, to reveal a drowsy looking Jaxler. The pony’s mane was still unkempt for the Jaxler had just gotten out of bed to open the door. “Aye Mari- Da-buq’ Moral doing here?” Jaxler’s voice wasn’t angry but had a hint of confusion.
Marilee stepped inside and gave Jaxler a quick hug. “Hey, Jaxler. Do you think we could have a little talk?”
Jaxler sighed and returned the hug. “um..... okay then....”
Marilee gently guided Moral inside, taking a seat at the table.
Moral smiled and looked around, the place looked pretty cool, but that’s because he’s never been in (well, remembers being in) another ponies house, but he tried to keep quiet as the two ponies talked.
Jaxler sighed. “What do you want to talk about and why is Moral here?”
“Well, it’s about Moral. You know him pretty well, right?”
Jaxler shrugged. “Yeah.”
“Then you’ll know about his...” She pauses, searching for an appropriate, but tame word. “...eccentricities? Well, he and I talked a little about it, and we were thinking... do you think maybe he could stay with us, so we could... keep an eye on him?”
Moral tilted his head and started playing with his hat but didn’t say a word.
Jaxler put a hoof to his mouth. “Wha... why would we do that, I’m sure he’s doing fine on his own.”
Marilee couldn’t think of an answer to that. Instead, she turned to the alicorn seated beside her. “Uhm... Moral?”
Moral dropped what he was doing and gave Marilee his attention.“Yeah?”
“Why don’t you tell Jaxxy what you told me, hmm?”
“oh... well Jaxxy, I no good at living on my own... I don’t know why, I just always mess up and can’t do nothing right...”
“well... why do we have to be the ones to take care of him?”
“Well, nopony else seems willing...” She stared at her hooves. “Nopony else seems to like him all that much...”
Jaxler sighed. “But... so you’re saying, is this guy can’t live on his own, and he wants to stay with us?”
“Uhm... yes?”
Jaxler opened his mouth as if to say no, but then he looked over to Moral. the numbskull was playing with his hat. The Alicorn giggled like a foal every time he poked off his hat and magicked it into place. “I suppose I can’t say no, then...”
Moral stopped his hat poking and pumped into the air and hugged Marilee and Jaxler. “YAYA! I GET TO STAY WITH MOMMY!”
Post by: Maklak on July 16, 2012, 08:16:37 am
(( 26th Obsidian 263. Mission Z120: Epilogue. ))
After debriefing with Virtue and all the events of the past few days Indigo is very tired and his head is pounding slightly. Nonetheless he still has some explanations to do. He walks up to his friend's door. “Amor? This is Indigo. Would you,” he yawns, “come to my room?”
Amor was aware of Indigo's squad ascent from the mines, but has given him space to get things done, before catching up with him better than during her work on the barrier. She is sitting on one of her transmuted lemon wood chairs and enjoying her pony thoughts, but they are broken with Indigo's voice. The mare gets up and opens the door to speak to her friend. “Be right there Indigo.” She closes and locks her door from outside, then follows behind the blue stallion.
Indigo yawns again, nods and leads her into his room, tries to open it, checks one of his pockets, then remembers something and looks at her expectantly.
As they reach his door, Amor is already fiddling with her purse. She snaps the metal fastener open with her mouth and levitates the key to Indigo. “Oh, just to let you know; your plants didn't take too kindly to my care, and one is a little brown now. Sorry.”
Indigo rises his brow in mild surprise, but takes the key from her and opens his door. He lights his lamps with some more flame than usual and looks around. The plants will be fine, but... how hard is it to water a few flower pots and not botch it? She might have done nothing and they would still be fine. I was only away for a few days and it's winter. They aren't even anything fancy, just parsley, mint and a few other common herbs and vegetables. “Right. They will live.” And even if they don't, I'll just replace them. He yawns again and enters his room with her in tow. “So, I believe I owe you some explanations...” He puts his key on the table and leaves it there.
“Yes, you do, and why would you not trust me enough to tell me everything beforehoof?” She lightly huffs at Indigo.
Indigo looks at her sternly and answers in parental voice. "I assumed that the fewer ponies knew what I intended, the better. It is you, who didn't trust me, Lady Virtue, reason or even common sense. Do you think we would go down there by ourselves to hunt down something dangerous? Whenever something big invaded the mines, the militia was sent to deal with it in full force. Do you really think it would change all of a sudden, or that I would put myself and other ponies in danger needlessly? That Virtue and Halberd would allow it? In reality we were actually safer than miners and haulers who go there on regular basis." He finishes his rant and comes closer. "But thank you for caring," he continues in much warmer voice and gives her a hug.
The heat of the reserve pony's body makes her get sick in her stomach. After breaking the hug, Amor takes a step backward and sits down on her docks. “How could I trust Virtue or the others, when events have proven that I cannot? Besides, it is already apparent that either we have been compromised or just plain incompetent for a long time. Waterlogged artifacts, murdering ponies over bins because of a seal on a document, and one of my three friends cares more about drowning out his world with booze then our friendship. You are the only pony I can trust here and I do not want to lose that.” She looks away hurt, and thinks over the events during her time in Dawnpick.
Indigo yawns again, then refocuses on her and sighs. “I understand. Rampant incompetence aggravates me too.” He sticks out his tongue. “I remember now. I was supposed to tell you not to worry, but I had so much on my mind that I forgot. Besides, it would be quite unfair of me to tell you what I didn't even explain to my squad and when I didn't allow them to tell their friends any details, don't you think?”
Like telling me not to worry would have helped. The copper Little Pony sighs, looks at her friend and drops her anger. "Thank you for caring about Dawnpick so much. Maybe you can even make up for everything that is wrong here. Just... just thank you."
At least somepony here appreciates my efforts at fixing this town, such as finding an unmarked way into the caverns. He sighs heavily, then looks at Amor with pained expression. “Thank you. I'm doing what I can, but it is an uphill battle. I do have some small victories sometimes, but overall it seems that Ism loosing. This town doesn't lack for much, except discipline and common sense,” he finishes and looks at the floor.
Reflecting on Indigo's words causes some discomfiting thoughts for the mare. Founding and keeping a fort running is a uphill battle that is never done. As towns grow, surplus breeds some of the worst problems, because excess only makes ponies grow spoiled. Amor only has one thing to say. “I agree, but we can’t give up.”
What won't bend will break. “You know what, I'm too tired to even think about it now. Maybe I'll just tell you about the expedition. It was something of a success, but we found nothing apart from that hole. Nothing. The hatches over the caverns were locked, so it seems to me that either the corridor or the airlocks are to blame for monster invasions. Maybe there is no saboteur among us after all, just lots and lots of stupidity and I was too paranoid to see it. It seems that the miners poked a hole into the caverns, used it to dump gravel for a while, then forgot about it. Ugh.” He facehoofs, then sighs and slowly takes off his saddlebags, cloak and helmet and dumps them on the floor.
Indigo's disrobing and dropping his the armour on the floor surprises and slightly shocks the curly mane mare. She takes one look at the blue pony, but turns the other way, giving him some privacy. “Yes, but it is still best to have some healthy vigilance, and not get too comfortable, at least for awhile.”
“Yes. I believe the patrols will continue. I really hope that this was it and there won't be any more accidents. I'm going to recommend sending expeditions to check the mines every few months as well.” He sighs, then puts off his mail shirt. He yawns again, looks with mild disgust at the things now scattered on his floor and mumbles “Nah, I'll clean those tomorrow.” The room is filled with the aroma of earth, smoke and unwashed pony.
Amor has no choice but to take in the musk. It makes her wonder what Indigo did underground, and if she should leave. The mare thinks about doing him a favour and cleaning up his armour for him, but is unsure if he would be willing to give her that responsibility, even if it was just an excuse for her to leave. What on this earth is he doing? Maybe he wants to relieve some tension and is not thinking straight from exhaustion? Her mind roams, and she briefly considers tossing him out the window, in case he tries something funny.
Indigo walks up to his bed and takes off the last thing he was wearing: his robe. Being naked offers him some relief, so he stretches, then shakes his mane. Finally, after he crawls into his bed under his blanket, he remembers about the mare still in his room. “Amor...” he yawns, “it's good to be home” he closes his eyes and quickly falls asleep. (http://moongazeponies.deviantart.com/art/Snoozing-Scootaloo-206278428)
She involuntarily plays with a button on her nightgown with her left hoof, but stops when she notices, while her mind continues to speculate. Her ears perk-up more at his serene expression; she is about to say something, but becomes aware of his unconsciousness. The blue stallion is sleeping with tranquillity, which is pleasant to Amor. She says in her whisper of a voice, "I'm glad to have you home too, Indigo," then remotely snuffs out the lights, exits the room and magically locks the door behind her.
(( Maklak says: Amor somehow managed not to see Indigo's cutie mark (bolts of dyed cloth (It was the first thing that came to my mind) ). ))
(( NOTE: This concludes the story arc of Indigo finding a breach from the mines into the caverns. ))
Post by: vkiNm on July 19, 2012, 12:33:37 pm
((This event takes place right after Flux urgently shoved Friesden out to search for Kat.))
Kat sat in her apartment's room in utter silence. These past few days have not been good at all, oh not at all.
She sat, she stared at the mirror with those beautiful golden trim hanging to her walls, to her walls.
They were Stiletto's gift to her, and it was the most beautiful mirror out of them all, out of them all.
her mind is blank, her heart broken and her skin paled, she have not eaten a single bite, not a single bite.
She sat with her diary open, her quill wet with ink, but she could not write, could not write.
She just lost a pony whom is much like her mother, she curse that she wouldn't break, wouldn't break.
So many things left undone, so many things were going to be done, all of them so close, so close.
Not a single word were wrote in her diary, the quill were let down. She stared, and stared.
The pages were blank, her heart and mind the same. She wished all of this wasn't real, wasn't real.
She hoped it've all been a dream, a nightmare, a curse, anything but real, she wanted to wake up, but she couldn't wake up.
She saw her crossbow, she saw her bolts, she couldn't think, she couldn't feel, the next thing she know, she's hugging herself, hugging herself.
Time lost it's meanings, things doesn't seems to move, the next thing Kat knows, she's holding her bolt and bow, bolt and bow.
She didn't cry, oh no she didn't cry. She didn't shred even a single tear, but she know full well her heart have a gaping hole, a gaping hole.
hugging to her weapon, clenching it tight, she rocked herself back and fourth, her eyes blank much like her mind and heart, mind and heart.
She stared at the mirror, the beautiful mirror trimmed with gold edges, the most beautiful of them all.. of them all..
Herself stared back, her eyes blank and her mind cleared. She tell herself, "These past few days haven't been good at all, oh not at all."
Post by: Telgin on July 26, 2012, 10:00:14 pm
(http://i198.photobucket.com/albums/aa176/Kryptid/VirtueAvatar.jpg) and (http://i1135.photobucket.com/albums/m638/bradshja/GlaiveAvatarDorfbeard.jpg)
It was so quiet down here. Virtue idly runs a hoof down the inner doorway to the monster trap in front of her, trying to picture what things must have looked like when the soldiers encountered the last monster. There were still remnants of it lying around her. Traces of mud. How such a thing could live... much less be so dangerous... she could scarcely imagine.
She sighs and looks down to the cavern floor, into a small puddle of the mud. Was it still dangerous to touch? Would she die like Stiletto if she did accidentally set a hoof in it? No, too many ponies had come and gone since then, and they were all fine. Why couldn’t Stiletto be fine too?
Her ears perk up slightly as she hears a scuttling noise from inside the trap. More vermin from the depths. So much strange life was found down here... and much of it extremely dangerous. If it wasn’t for the marble just below her, she wished they’d never set hoof down here. Wool and Stiletto would still be alive if they hadn’t.
She turns to leave, dissatisfied that she hadn’t cleared her mind at all by coming down to the caverns entrance. All she’d managed to accomplish was to depress her self again, and by now Glaive or whoever was on duty was probably looking for her. She shouldn’t have come down here without at least telling somepony. Maybe she’d make it back up before anypony knew she was even gone.
As she takes a step away, the doorway behind her buckles under the assault of something enormous behind it. She whirls around in time to see the damaged door torn from its hinges and land on the ground just ahead of her. Her blood froze in her veins as a hideous... monstrous... crab clattered into the mines. Its body was covered in fine muddy feathers, and it let out a low rumbling cry as it started toward her.
Overcome with terror, Virtue finds her legs unresponsive. All she could do was let out a horrified scream at the top of her lungs, and cower.
Meanwhile, on the surface, Glaive is in a near panic. He had showed up to relieve Stormcloud of his duty guarding the Duchess, that morning, when it was discovered that she had vanished during the night. Glaive and the rest of the Ducal Guard began searching high and low for Lady Virtue, when one of the miners said that they had seen the Duchess heading into the mines several hours ago. Glaive rushes to the mine entrance when he hears a blood chilling scream. He knows immediately that the voice was that of Lady Virtue and he runs toward her as fast as his legs could carry him.
The crab wastes neither time nor mercy on her. She lets out another muffled squeak as its massive pincers reach down and grab for her. She instinctively turns her face away, and a claw clips onto her ear. She screams again as it cuts into her flesh, and her struggles to free herself are in vain. The crab lifts her up and slams her to the ground, knocking the air from her lungs and dazing her. The world spins for a few moments and darkness encroaches on her vision before she forces herself lucid again.
Glaive’s mad dash leads him to the Duchess currently in the menacing grasp of a giant feathered crab. The guard captain draws his axe in a flash of steel.
In a single fluid motion, the crab lifts Virtue into the air and hurls her down the hallway. She sails through the air for what felt like an eternity before slamming into the stone ground halfway to Glaive. She lands on her side, twisting a foreleg beneath her and again forcing the air from her lungs. A weak cough passes her lips as she gasps for air and tries to stand, but the pain in her knee and being winded prevents anything but a half stagger. She collapses back onto the ground just in time to see the crab looming over her yet again.
With all of the air she could gasp, she lets out a shrill scream of pure terror and kicks feebly at the monster as its pincers wrap around her limbs again. “Help me!” she screams desperately, but not expecting anypony to come. Nopony knew she was down here. “Anypony!!”
Her screams are cut off as the creature drags her in toward its maw and bites down. Blood spurts from the deep gash in her foreleg, and she redoubles her frantic kicking and bucking. “Heeeeelllllp!!” she screams again.
Glaive rushes forward with all of his might, praying to all the gods that he would be swift enough to save Virtue. As he reaches the beast he leaps into the air and with all of his strength he swings his axe downward striking the monster in the forward portion of it’s body, cracking it’s exoskeleton and sending a large chunk of the front flying away from it’s body. The creature now slain, collapses to the ground it’s blood pools around its wound. Glaive, seeing that the fight has been ended, rushes to his Lady’s side. “Virtue!” he yells as he examines her wounds.
The crab’s grip goes slack as the life drains away from its body, and Virtue tumbles to the ground in a heap next to Glaive. She cries out and clutches at the profusely bleeding wound on her foreleg, tightening into a ball on the ground. She trembles in place briefly before Glaive calls out to her, and she looks up to see him standing over her. But where was the crab...? Then it all fell into place, and her eyes snap open. “G-Glaive!”
Glaive drops his axe and starts pulling bandages from his saddle bag. “Lady Virtue, don’t worry. I’ll get you out of here. You’re going to be okay..” he says trying to convince himself as much as her, as he uses his magic to wrap up her leg, trying to slow her bleeding to the best of his limited ability.
Virtue stares in disbelief for a moment as Glaive began bandaging her leg. Was she hallucinating this? Had he really come to save her? Finally convinced it was real, she immediately throws her legs around Glaive’s neck and hugs him as tightly as she can, completely oblivious to his attempts to tend to her wound. “Glaive... th-thank the gods you came...” she says in a weak voice as she clings to him, trying to halt the trembling in her body.
“Virtue,” replies Glaive, silently happy that she was still well enough to clutch him this tighty, “you are hurt, I need you to stay still while I bandage your wounds, then I’ll get you to Panacea.”
At that, Virtue notices the blood still oozing from her leg, and she releases Glaive with a startled gasp. The pain her adrenaline had been masking begins to reassert itself, and she grunts as her hoof touched the ground. “S-sorry...” She clenches her jaw to help fight through the pain, but the amount of blood running from the wound was frightening. “I-it h-hurts... a lot... h-how bad is it?”
Glaive continues working, “It isn’t that bad.” he lies “You’ll be fine, we just need to get you upstairs.” he says hopefully.”Glaive finishes wrapping up the worst of it. “Okay, Lady Virtue, I’m going to carry you to the hospital now.” he says before lifting her onto his back.
She nods silently as he lifts her onto his back. “It’s dead... isn’t it? Th-the monster? You killed it?”
Glaive nods as he begins walking back to the surface, with Virtue on his back. His axe floating beside him at the ready. “Yes, I killed it. I stuck it down with one blow to its head...It was distracted by you, I don’t think it saw me coming.”
Virtue whimpers something quietly before clinging to Glaive again. Her leg aches and burns horribly, but she is too shaken up to really care about that right now. “Th-thank you...” she mutters into his ear. As the whole thing begins to come into focus... that she had come within a breath of being killed... tears begin to well up in her eyes and she tightens her grip even more. “Thank you...”
“There is no need to thank me Virtue...Had I done my job as well as I should you would not have been hurt at all. I am sorry I failed you milady.” replies Glaive.
“You s-saved my life...” she replies in a shaky voice, placing her head against his neck and staring blankly into the stone walls of the mines. She couldn’t get any other words to form in her mouth.
Glaive says nothing more and makes his way cautiously back to the surface. He would have galloped but did not want to risk aggravating the Duchesses wounds.
The two arrive at the hospital without further incident, finding Lancet quietly sweeping the floor. He looks up at Glaive as he enters and prepares a greeting when he sees Virtue clinging to his back and shuddering. “Glaive... what happened?” he asks after a moment more, realizing he should probably be doing more than asking silly questions.
Glaive moves with haste to a bedside and places Virtue gently upon it. “Monster from the caverns. It attacked the Duchess, I decapitated it but not before she was injured. Mostly minor cuts and bruises but she has a major laceration on her leg. I bandaged it as best I could, but she needs Panacea, where is she?”
Lancet eyes the bloody bandages on her leg for a moment before stammering, “Um... mom is upstairs. I’ll go get her...”
He rushes off upstairs as promised, and after a quick but agitated conversation Panacea comes gliding down the stairs into the room where Glaive has placed Virtue. Her eyes go wide when she sees the shape Virtue is in, and she darts over to the bedside. “Lancet! Get some more bandages and sutures!” she calls to her son. She begins inspecting Virtue’s leg and asks Glaive, “Is anypony else hurt?”
Glaive shakes his head, “No, nopony else, and the beast is dead.” He looks to his axe which is still covered with the beast’s blood. He then looks to Virtue. “Milady? Would you like me to fetch your husband? Or anypony else? Or should I stay here with you?”
Virtue winces as Panacea prods at Glaive’s attempt at bandaging her leg and she stammers, “I-I d-don’t want t-to be alone...”
Panacea rests a hoof on her withers and says, “I’m right here Virtue, it’s okay.” She looks over to Glaive. “It might be best if you did go find Harvest Moon and tell him what happened.”
Glaive looks to Virtue. “Duchess, you are perfectly safe here in Dr. Panacea’s hooves. I shall fetch Lord Harvest Moon right away.” Glaive gives a quick bow and exits the hospital.
***The next day***
Virtue is resting on her hospital bed, half asleep but too worked up and too tired to actually sleep. Harvest Moon is sitting on the floor next to the bed, resting his head on the bed next to hers. Their two youngest children, Rampart and Serenity, are sitting huddled together silently a short distance from the two. Virtue periodically lets out a distraught sigh as she replays the events of the previous day through her head, with each puff of breath waking her husband up enough for him to look over and make sure she was still alright.
Glaive arrives at the hospital where he finds Stormcloud standing guard outside. After relieving his subordinate of duty, Glaive steps inside, has a brief exchange of words with Panacea and enters the divide seperating Virtue from the rest of the hospital giving her a bit of privacy. “Good morning, Lady Virtue, Lord Harvest Moon, Rampart, Serenity.” says Glaive as he approaches, and takes a seat. “How are you feeling today?” he asks the duchess.
The four ponies look up and give Glaive a small nod or smile. Virtue tests her leg briefly and answers, “Good morning Glaive. I’m... doing better. Panacea says I’ll be alright.”
Glaive smiles. “I am very relieved to hear that. When we were down in the caverns...I wasn’t entirely certain I would be able to get you here in time...But you are okay now and that is what is truly important.”
Harvest Moon, followed by his two children stand and approach Glaive. “Yes, that’s what’s important,” Harvest Moon says as he lays a hoof on Glaive’s withers. “Words can’t describe how thankful we are... how fortunate we are...”
Serenity nods and hugs Glaive’s leg, while Rampart stops a few steps short and awkwardly nods. “Yes... thank you, sir...”
Glaive raises his free forehoof and touches it to Serenity's head as she hugs him. The stallion blushes under his fur at the way Virtue’s family was thanking him. “No...No, thanks are necessary. I...I just did my job.”
Virtue smiles softly and says, “You saved my life by risking your own. You’re one of the bravest and most selfless ponies I know. I never doubted that you would try to protect us... but risking your life...” She trails off, unsure of how to finish at first. “...I always knew you would do everything you could...”
“It..it is an honor to serve you.” Glaive looks around at everypony, “All of you...But Virtue,” Glaive’s expression turns rather serious. “I don’t understand, why were you down in the caverns at all, especially without an escort?”
Her ears droop a bit as she looks aside. This had to come up sooner or later, and at least Harvest Moon hadn’t pushed it hard enough for her to tell him yet. She had to sooner or later though, best get it over with. “It... it’s because of what happened to Stiletto,” she began. “It didn’t make any sense... it all felt so... surreal. I... I thought I might get some mental peace if I saw where it happened.” She sighs. “It... it’s ridiculous... I know. And I knew with all of the things that have happened underground lately... you wouldn’t let me go. I thought I’d be back long before I was missed...”
Glaive sighs, “Well...you were partially right. I would have tried to convince you not to go, but...if you ever want to do something like this again, please take me, or another one of your guards with you. I don’t... none of us want to see you get hurt. Dawnpick needs you.”
Virtue nods slowly. “I... I’m sorry. It was stupid of me...” She sighs again. “I don’t think you have to worry about me doing something like this ever again.”
The rest of her family have released or stepped away from Glaive by now and rejoined her at the bed. Harvest Moon takes her hoof in his and says, “It’s okay, Virtue. You’re alright, and that’s all that matters.” Their children nod in unison.
Glaive nods as well, “Indeed it is.” he adds, “and I’m glad you won’t try to do something like this again. I suppose if you have no need of me at the moment, I should take up position by the door.” Glaive rises.
“Yes... I think I’ll be alright,” Virtue replies. “Thank you again... and take care.”
***Several months later....***
Glaive is sitting in the front pew of the temple to the old gods. He believes he is alone save for the presence of the four golden gods before him. He rereads the letter held before him for what feels like the thousandth time. His face is long with sorrow. He looks up to the statue of Reg Keepersearches ((Male unicorn (loyalty))) “Why do you tempt me like this?” he mutters nearly inaudibly, before returning to staring at the letter.
Virtue cautiously enters the temple, trying to keep her entrance as quiet as possible. Sure enough, just as Rampart had told her, Glaive was sitting alone near the front of the temple. She didn’t come there often... not nearly as often as she probably should... so Glaive would probably be suspicious, but she wanted to keep this as low key as possible.
She makes for the front of the temple quietly, bowing before the statues at the front and going through what rituals she could remember.
Glaive seeing Virtue in the temple with him, rapidly folds up the letter and hides it under his cloak.
When she finishes, she turns and takes a seat in the pew Glaive is on, sitting a short distance from him.
Glaive nods in acknowledgement of the Duchess. “Good afternoon, Lady Virtue.” he says.
She returns the nod. “Good afternoon.” Now... how should she bring this up? She didn’t want to look like she was prying, even if that’s exactly what she was doing. “How are you? I don’t think we’ve had much of a chance to speak for a few days now.”
Glaive hesitates for a moment before he answers, “I’m...fine.” though it was a transparent lie. “But, uh, what brings you here Virtue? How are you? If you don’t mind me asking?” asks Glaive in an attempt to deflect the questioning.
Time for her to come up with her own lie. “Rampart has been trying to get me in here more, which I suppose he’s right about.” She extends her leg, brushes a hoof across the mostly healed wound and says, “I... thought I would come by, and thank Reg for sending a pony like you to protect me.”
Glaive looks up at the statue, “I promised I would always protect you Virtue and your family, and I will...” Glaive thinks to himself, ’Yes, you are right Reg, I understand, they need me here. Keeping Dawnpick, and the Duchess, safe is more important than this. I will turn down the offer.’ Glaive pulls the letter out from under his cloak with his magic and crumples it.
Virtue notes the letter as Glaive crushes it with his magic, but tries to feign as if she didn’t. “Are you sure you’re alright? You sound troubled.”
Glaive stands, “Yes milady, I am alright. You have...helped me to see the truth. Thank you. I am going to head home for the night now, if you do not mind.”
She nods and stands herself. Something was troubling him... but he clearly didn’t want to talk about it. “Of course... I should probably be getting home myself.”
Glaive makes his exit and as he walks out the door he flings the crumpled bit of paper into the waste bin by the door.
Virtue was following Glaive at a slight distance as they left, and she sees him discard the letter in the garbage. She halts in place and waits for him to leave before approaching the garbage bin and checking to see what he threw away. It was certainly none of her business... but if she could do something to help him... she was going to try. She fishes the letter from the garbage and carefully unfolds it.
The letter reads as follows.
To the desk of Captain Glaive Regshetbeth the Admired Dish of Oats of the Ducal Guard of Dawnpick.
Tales of your valor and skill in battle, as well as your loyalty to your Duchess have reached us in the capital. Everypony here, in our court, knows of how you slew the Forgotten Beast Vemini to save your future wife, and how you defeated another beast, Cog Veildaggers with a single strike of your axe, to save the life of Duchess Virtue of Dawnpick. You have the makings of a Legend.
These stories combined with your families impressive service records stretching back the Zebra Wars indicates to us that you are a prime choice to be offered a position among our most trusted Elite Royal Guard.
I can promise you that your pay will be most sufficient, and the benefits to you, and your family, grand. I eagerly await your response.
Signed.
King Golud
[Royal Seal]
Virtue reads the letter several times, letting the implications settle in her mind. The king and queen of Coupledye were so impressed by his service here that they wanted him to guard them... an offer only the exceptional few would receive and none would willingly reject. At first she can’t imagine why he would be upset... but it only takes a moment more to guess. Glaive promised to protect her and her family...
She sits heavily and ponders the letter and what to do for some time. Glaive deserved the honor... he had earned it a dozen times over. Even if he wanted to stay here in Dawnpick she would want him to reconsider such an offer... but if his expression and tone were any indicator he did want to go.
It was a terrible position to be in, having to choose between your existing obligations and duty over the offer of a lifetime. She could find more personal guards. Glaive needed this. She had to speak to him.
*** The Next Day ***
Virtue quietly waits next to the door to her office, waiting for the change of shift for her personal guard. Glaive should be the next to take over, and she wanted to speak with him about the letter. She had a reasonably good idea of how to proceed... she just hoped it went as smoothly as it did in her head.
Glaive arrives outside Virtue’s door, the doubts in his head from the previous day now quashed. He salutes his subordinate as he relieves them. As the other guard leaves Glaive enters Virtue’s office. “Lady Virtue, I am here to begin my shift.” he states.
She smiles at him and steps off toward her desk. “Come in, and have a seat. There’s something I’d like to talk about.”
Glaive hesitates for a second, before taking his seat. “Of...of course Duchess,” he begins, “What do we need to talk about?”
“It’s nothing bad. Not at all,” she replies, hoping it would ease his mind a bit. “It’s just related to a letter I received from the king and queen I received this morning. I’m surprised you didn’t get a copy actually,” she lies.
“A letter from the King and Queen?” asks Glaive. ‘They sent something to Virtue about this? Why would they do that?’ he thinks to himself. “Well...why would I receive a letter from his majesty? What is it about?” he asks forcing a smile.
She raises an eyebrow and continues the charade. “Oh, well... I think I’ve got good news for you then.” She puts on the best smile she can and says, “The king and queen have heard of your outstanding achievements here in Dawnpick, and they want to offer you a position in their royal guard in Coupledye. I don’t think I need to say what an honor such an offer is...”
Glaive’s forced smile cracks. “Ah, well...to be honest. I did receive a letter about that. That was why I was in the temple yesterday. I wasn’t sure what I should do you see...But don’t worry Virtue. I promised I would protect you as long as you need me here, so I will turn down the job. It is enough of an honor to know that I was offered the position, in the first place, and I am still needed here.”
Virtue lets her true emotion show, and she gives him a concerned look. “You... you’re going to turn it down? Glaive, I... I really think you should reconsider. I can find more ponies for my guard... but you’ll never receive another opportunity like this in your life.”
Glaive looks Virtue in the eye. “Lady, when you made me the captain of your guard I swore that I would serve you until either, I died or you dismissed me. I can’t just quit, and it would not feel right to ask you to let me go. I would not want to put you in that situation. I...had hoped to keep the knowledge that I was offered this position a secret. Even Falcata and my father don’t know about it.”
Well, she had put herself in that situation, and she knew how she felt about it. “I understand,” she says, nodding slowly. She stands and maneuvers around her desk to stand next to Glaive. She lays a hoof on his armored withers and says, “In that case, Glaive, effective as of tomorrow you are dismissed from your duties as ducal guard captain.” She hoped she was doing the right thing, and that this was what he really wanted.
Glaive’s face lights up like a foal’s on their birthday, while he dared not ask for this, it was what he truly wanted. “Thank you Duchess.” Glaive bows deeply before her, “If ever there was a pony deserving of being called noble it is you. Thank you for allowing me to take this opportunity.”
Glaive stands once more looking the duchess in the eyes. “And...” Glaive pauses considering his next move before suddenly hugging Virtue, “And thank you Virtue, my friend.” he says while still holding onto the mare.
Virtue accepts the hug with a bit of relief, happy that she had made the right decision. She felt a bit awkward at being called a noble, even after all of these years, but that didn’t really matter right now. “You’re very welcome Glaive,” she says, beaming herself. “I just wish there was more I could do, you’ve done so much for me and my family that I can’t begin to repay it.”
Glaive releases Virtue and takes a step back. “No Virtue. You owe me nothing. It has been a pleasure to serve.” Glaive looks to the door and then back to Virtue, “I should go tell my family about this. We will have a lot of preparations to make before we move to the capital.”
Virtue maintains her smile and nods. “Yes, of course. You and Falcata are free to go whenever you want. Friesden too, if she wants to go with you.”
Glaive nods, “I’m looking forward to finally being able to show Falcata and my foals around my family’s home. Friesden too, if she will accompany us. It has been too many years since I was last there. Virtue, if you are ever in the capital, for any reason, please know you and your family will be welcome in my home.”
“Thank you. It’s been many years since I’ve been in Coupledye, but I have been considering visiting my family. It would be nice to meet up again there.” She rests a hoof on his back again and continues smiling. “You and your family have been a shining example for everypony in Dawnpick. Until we meet again, I’m going to miss you.”
“I’ll miss you too Virtue.”
Post by: Maklak on August 22, 2012, 06:58:16 am
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(( Early 264 Of ethics and magic. AKA: Show me yours and I’ll show you mine. ))
(( Before Generic insulted Amor. Before Stiletto’s death. ))
Indigo and Amor are sitting and talking in his room, as they often do. At some point the topic of their conversation changes to Generic and his attempt at being everything for the good of everypony. “We all have our limits, Amor. For example I can’t beat Sarissa one on one and you aren’t much good at magic.” Ugh, did I have to touch upon that subject?”
(( There is something of an inconsistency here in that Indigo likes him and believes in “filling the holes”, so that others may focus on what they are good at, so let’s just say that Indigo has the ability to double think and lives in a world of half truths. ))
Amor did not mind being looked down upon for her unwillingness to use magic, and was alright with it being mistaken for disability, but his comment hurt her nonetheless. “You are right, I’m not good at magic and it may not be my element, but I can still use it and in fact I’m not much worse at it than you are.”
Indigo gives her a quizzical look and smirks. "Oh, really? Amor, you don't have to lie to me to impress me. I know you can't do much more than some basic telekinesis. In fact everypony in Dawnpick knows that, so you don't have to pretend.” He looks her in the eyes and adds. “I'm not impressed by such easily dismissed lies and if you speak the truth, then prove it. Lift me with your telekinesis or do something else impressive."
(( Joke: They would have to be outside for this, but with her TKP, Indigo’s reaction to his request might be “Hey, I didn't know, I could fly. Whee... Put me down! Put me down!" ))
“I am not so easily goaded into showing off Indigo, but I am not a one trick Pony.”
Thought so. She has a horseshit answer to everything. Now to punish her for lying so badly. “Oh yes, as cruel as it sounds you are a no-trick pony. Come on, would you really expect me to believe that a unicorn who was any good at magic would shun it and deny who she is for some reason?”
Enough talk Indigo. If your coat was dark red, you could be mistaken for a giant fisher berry that trolls up on a fisher’s hook. Luckily this time it is just about answers, not fish. If you are going to get something out of it, then I will too. “If you show me one of your spells first, then I will show you mine.”
She knows most of them already and expects me to show off. Very well, it will give me an opportunity to see her reaction to what I can do. I just really hope she won’t ask me about the forgery and the bin incident. Indigo sighs. “Alright. I’ll show you my signature spell then. You have already seen the others.” He gets a pen, quill, paper and some dyes, then writes ‘I can change colours of things,’ with each letter having a different colour. Then he draws a picture of the well in Dawnpick surrounded by ponies. The picture itself is rather crude, but the colours look pretty life-like.
Amor looks over Indigo’s spell craft and its faithful coloration and almost forgets that it is her turn to hold the deal. Her horn glows azure, pulling the strings of fate and rectifying the reality of the dyes and ink, effectively dispelling Indigo’s work. “Are you happy now? Also, forgive me for ruining the beautiful drawing.” The paper now contains the original ink, but flaks of powdered dyes are protruding out of it in a colorful cloud, as this type of alteration was not her talent.
Indigo blinks. “Huh? You can do alchemy with spells? Separating mixtures into their basic components? That seems useful.” Although, you were rather clumsy with it. He removes the scattering dyes with his cleaning spell. Should I be angry about it? Did she do it just to spite me? Well, maybe I deserved for what I told her. Still... Amor can do magic?!
“It seems to be useful, but not as much as you think. Your spell is more appealing and graceful than what I did. Can we keep this just between us?” Amor utters, with a slight pleading tone, and she shifts a bit away.
Indigo frowns. “I can keep a secret, but... why? Why do you refuse to use your magic beyond basic telekinesis? Is it a way of having a hidden advantage when you are threatened? Is it to not scare other ponies? Is it to punish yourself for something? To be prepared if you somehow lose your magic? I just don’t get it.”
The copper Unicorn shifts in her seat some more, and regrets ever being born what she is. “All of that is true, but mostly, when I was taught magic, it was to gain an advantage over everypony and to know more about how to destroy than how to create.”
Indigo begins to understand. “So, you are just afraid of what you could do if you embraced magic? You fear power would corrupt you? Is that it?”
“Indigo, while magic is not inherently evil, it can bring the worst out in some ponies, and I know what evils I can sow with it. I could use spells and learn new ones, but that would just make me even more dangerous.”
"The way I see it, you are needlessly crippling yourself. You like metaphors and analogies, so let me show you one." Indigo picks up his weapons with telekinesis and drops them on the table in front of Amor.
The axe, crossbow and quiver of bolts plummeting on the table about make the mare jump, but she controls herself, and just looks at the stallion questioningly. If he tries anything, I can toss the table at him, escape out the door and gallop to Jury’s or to Kat’s appartment. Her mind races to determine Indigo’s intent, but her curiosity keeps her from exercising any escape and besides she trusts him a great deal.
The blue pony ignores her reaction, gathers some of the tools he owns, puts them on the table in a heap and speaks in his parental voice "All of these are tools. Now this," he picks the axe, "can be used to hurt somepony or cut some wood. The crossbow's only practical use is as a weapon, but I suppose it could be used for something else, like a makeshift leg for a table. The rest of those are tools, but some of them are sharp enough to pierce a pony's skin, like a knife or this chisel, for example." He lifts it in front of her. "Tools, even weapons, are not evil in and of themselves. Only their uses can be. Besides, take a look at this pile. The fact that there is an axe here doesn't taint the rest of the tools in any way, nor do they make the weapon any less deadly. Do you understand, what I'm trying to tell you?"
“I believe so; conjuring a flame could be used to keep a pony warm, or burn them; a spell that coagulates blood can stop bleeding, or stop circulation; a combat spell used to flay skin could be used to remove gangrene, saving the limb and life.” She shifts in her set, and looks away shamefully in her knowledge. “And I understand that some spells are more tuned to spectrum of bad deeds then others.”
He nods "The fact, that you learned some spells that you don't ever want to use, doesn't mean it would be wrong for you to learn new ones. In fact, already knowing other magic makes it easier to learn spells. Having more versatility is usually a good thing."
“It is just that ponies are never very wise and select in the exercise of a new power. In addition, magic should never come easy; else it would be exercised when other alternatives are there.”
"I disagree. Magic is a part of who we are. There really is no reason to shun it. And it doesn’t come easy. It takes a long time to learn to do it reliably. After this initial ‘cost’, spells do become something of a convenient shortcut for doing certain things and sometimes even the only practical way of doing them. If magic didn’t come easy, even after training it for a long time, it wouldn’t be worth learning."
The mare thinks it best to lighten the mood. “There are no shortcuts to any place worth going, and much of the time, the journey is worth more than the destination.” She says, sticking her tongue out to display that she half jest. “Thank you Indigo, but I do not feel comfortable learning any more magic, maybe later.”
Indigo sighs and looks at the clutter on his table with a frown. “It is up to you. But I don’t think you would abuse magic.” Though there are still a lot of things I don’t know about you. “I will keep your secret, just as you asked me to.” It is not like anypony would question me about it anyway.
Amor leaves after saying goodnight and goes to her room, where she ponders on her magic. She has already done harm with it before and learned it under a wicked master. She was always worried that she would one day become like her Old Master or worse, but having Indigo believe in her was a boon. After that day she is slightly less concerned about using her magic, and even asks Indigo to teach her the ‘Transmute plants to wood’ spell, so she could turn food scraps into fuel for the charcoal makers.
After she leaves, Indigo puts all his tools back into place. He told her what she needed to hear, but feels somewhat uneasy about learning that there is much more to Amor than meets the eye. While he has some idea, why she decided to shun magic, the concept itself is still alien to him. Over the following few days he wonders, what other secrets is Amor hiding. She doesn’t seem wicked to him, just screwed up and afraid of herself.
(( Maklak says: This scene was difficult to get started / triggered. Amor was very reluctant to reveal that she can do magic well. ))
(( Maklak says: Well, Amor has some right in that if she gets used to relying on magic too much, she could find herself on a slightly slippery slope of using less and less ethical spells to further her ends. Not using magic at all is an effective, if exaggerated, defence against it. ))
(( A tale: There was a man who uses a well to water his garden, but pulled the bucket on a rope by hand and refused to use a crane, which would make it easier. He was questioned about it and answered. “I’m afraid, that if I start using machines, I will begin to think like a machine and then my heart will become like a machine. I can’t allow that.” ))
(( Maklak says:Indigo doesn’t question, why and how she learned “evil” spells, even though for him mostly utility ones exist. Maybe he should, but let’s just leave it at: he decided not to push her this time and was confused. He was also more of a jerk than usual to her, but that’s what it took to make this scene even work. ))
Here is Dawnpick’s magic system, in case you haven’t seen it. (https://docs.google.com/document/d/1POV9_YcbYj-R3ShCNbhTUO1NsKt8NQSk8PyBDYCPwn8/edit) In reality, Amor is much better at magic than Indigo.
Post by: Maklak on August 22, 2012, 07:14:56 am
(( Galena(?) 264: Three cups, one chain. ))
(( For this to happen, Amor would have to tell Indigo, that she is a noble. What Generic said to her on 6th Galena 264 could work, with Indigo overhearing the conversation. Otherwise, he may have asked her about how she learned magic or maybe she just told him about her father. ))
After learning about Amor’s ancestry, Indigo was astonished, why she did manual labour, rather than work under her father or marry some noble and move to his estate. He decided that he needed to talk to her very seriously about how she was wasting her potential. Being a believer that some anvils need to be dropped, especially on somepony as thick-headed as Amor, he made a few preparations. Including a visit to the forge.
In the evening he walks to her door and asks her to talk to him in his room. There is nothing unusual about this request, so she comes along. He sits at his table, looks at her and frowns. “I need to talk to you about something. Why are you working as a mason, when you are clearly overqualified for the job?”
Amor’s ears swipe back for a moment and return forward as her friend speaks; she worries as to where this would go, but answers calmly. “Cause it is something I love to do, and I have been barred from pursuing any form of management. Besides, I do not think that I would enjoy replacing masonry with any other job, Indigo.”
Indigo wasn’t quite prepared for this as the conversation was supposed to go differently in his head. He opens his mouth, closes it, then asks. “Barred? What do you mean by that? Why and by whom?”
“Well, I have asked Lady Virtue for a management position here, but everypony seemed to have a place, and I was comfortable where I was at. Even then, I do not like the idea of having too much command. What is this all about, Indigo? Why do you ask?” The mare questions, tapping her hoof on the table.
“That’s not barred. That’s just... those sound like excuses to avoid responsibility for others. I’m sure you had a choice earlier...” Indigo stumbles for words.
Placing her left hoof upon the table as to get some kind of leverage, she states “I have had responsibility before, and I had done it well, but I had to move on. We promise according to our hopes, and perform according to our fears. I’ve also worked with you on making Dawnpick more efficient, which could be seen as management responsibility.” Having said that, she takes her hoof off the table.
“So, you failed and gave up? Is that it? You once told me, you were a military engineer for 12 years, but those were unpleasant memories.”
Amor sighs, “No I didn’t give up, I changed my strategy, what should I have done?” She looks at Indigo pleadingly, asking with her eyes if there is something he knows that she does not.
Nothing, but a wall of excuses. I won’t be able to get through to her. Indigo sighs and closes his eyes, then looks back at her. “I don’t... Fine, have it your way. I won’t talk to you about it again. Now leave, I want to be alone.” Yet another one of my failures.
Amor feels hurt, and looking at Indigo hurts her more. She slightly huffs. “Sorry Indigo, but there is more to this, and I am willing to hear a friend out.”
Indigo looks up at her again. “Are you now?” He fetches a few items from his chest. “Here, let me show you something. Look at these cups. One is made of stone, one of wood and one out of steel. All three of them can serve their purpose, but steel can be forged into something much more valuable, such as a tool or a piece of armour, while stone and wood cannot. There is only so much steel to go around, so tell me, would you rather make tools out of it, or say... statues?" Without waiting for an answer, Indigo shows her a piece of paper. "Now take a look at this. It is a picture of a chain made out of all kinds of different metals..."
Amor eyes the paper. “A drawing? Really, Indigo?” She says, smirking.
Still trying to avoid the issue here, are you? "Oh, give me a break. I'm on a budget here and an actual chain made from alloys of gold, steel, silver and so on would cost over a thousand bits. For that matter, this 'steel' cup is made of pewter and painted by me to look like steel, but that's beside the point. Focus."
She gets more comfortable on her docks, obviously wanting to hear Indigo out and focuses as he asked.
"This chain symbolises our society. Masons and carpenters are needed to build shelters, farmers to grow food, smiths to make tools for others, soldiers to keep external and internal threats at bay and nobles to oversee and coordinate everything. All of them are needed and arguing that some are more useful than others is like thinking which of the internal organs are more or less important than others. Remove one and the body dies or at the very least gets very sick." ((Well, untrue in Dwarf Fortress.))
Indigo continues "So now, thanks to working as a mason, you understand the labouring ponies much better, which in and of itself is great. If this is what you want, then I suggest that you take up as many jobs as possible for a while. Well, those where you won't do any damage due to lack of skill anyway. In particular, I'd leave metalworking to smiths."
"But that said, this is not what you are here to do. To put it simply, you are wasting your potential. If you keep dodging your true responsibilities and work as a mason, then all your years of grooming were wasted on you. There was a time when I would kill to get a chance at your kind of education and possibilities. That’s why it pains me to see you throw them away.”
“Yes, your stone blocks helped build this place, but you can be so much more and you owe it to the rest of us. Anypony can make blocks for construction. They may not be as smooth as yours, but a little mortar and they will serve their purpose. Not everypony can rule over an estate and not ruin it. You, on the other hoof, were trained for it and born with certain obligations."
"Oh sure, once you end your little rebellion, you can still sculpt a statue from time to time. You have developed quite a talent for it and if I understand The Society correctly, you may even earn some renown for making works of art But your days of making blocks till you can't no more will be over."
(( This wasn’t supposed to be a long rant, but back and forth, but we didn’t finish it. Given the possibility, I’d edit the part about rebellion and her answer would be less severe. ))
Amor takes a deep breath; her friend was on the right track until his last statements. “Rebellious acts exhibit wistfulness for purity and strive to return to youth, but I’m no foal Indigo, this is no rebellion of mine, this is dissent. All noble and inspirational things are made with the hoofs of those that done so in freedom. All ponies are born free, and die free, even though born in chains.” Amor points at the picture, her left hoof shaking. “You should have kept with the cups.” (( Maklak says: ??? ))
The infuriated mare gives the stallion no pause to fire back. “Also our kind is a great deal more complicated than timbers, rocks and metals. Furthermore, it does not take smelting down a pony to make them into something else; once we learn, it can be hard to forget. And Indigo; to know the pains of power, we must go to those who have it; to know its pleasures, we must go to those who are seeking it: the pains of power are real, its pleasures imaginary. The yoke of power can make a better guillotine.”
Continuing her rant, she stands on all fours, adopting a stance that she picked up from her days as a military engineer. “It is similar to your responsibility as reserve captain and like the ponies who sought to remove you from the position, what you are doing now, aiming to remove me from my career preference. I came here today, and you dropped an anvil on me, but any good metalsmith would tell you it’s the hammer you drop.” Amor had the desire to whip her tail in resentment, but unconsciously kept from exposing herself.
The unicorn’s emerald orbs moved back and forward to the other unicorn’s purple ones, and she calms down. Her friend struck a nerve, and the subject had been a sensitive one for the mare. She returns to her docks, casting her gaze away from Indigo and returns eye contact. “Sorry Indigo, I did not mean to snap at you, just that this is a difficult subject, and I just can’t trust myself. You’re not wrong, but the delivery was flawed. I have to think about it, this is not going to be easy, and it scares me.” Amor’s words drop along with her head.
For a moment Indigo struggles for words. “I told you what I thought you needed to hear. And I know ponies are more complicated than inanimate objects, but I thought you would enjoy the metaphors.” He briefly looks at his cups and chain. “I know there are some downsides to ruling others and it is going to be a difficult decision for you. Now... I believe we both need some time to cool off and think this over.”
Amor leaves shortly after that and has trouble falling asleep.
(( NOTE: Have a quote from Good Will Hunting. ))
Chuckie: Look, you got somethin' that none of us-
Will: Oh, come on! Why is it always this, I mean, I fuckin' owe it to myself to do this or that? What if I don't want to?
Chuckie: No. No, no, no. No, fuck you. You don't owe it to yourself. You owe it to me. 'Cause tomorrow I'm gonna wake up and I'll be 50. And I'll still be doing this shit. And that's all right, that's fine. I mean, you're sittin' on a winning lottery ticket and you're too much of a pussy to cash it in. And that's bullshit. `Cause I'd do anything to fuckin' have what you got. So would any of these fuckin' guys. It'd be an insult to us if you're still here in 20 years. Hanging around here is a fuckin' waste of your time.
(( NOTE: There is some irony in Indigo using a cup made of fake steel to prove his point. ))
(( Maklak says: Well, at least we managed to get them to argue this time, so yay on that. ))
Post by: Maklak on August 22, 2012, 08:06:59 am
((Late 264(?): Elveda Amor ))
Amor was unexpectedly summoned to the Pele Tower, which she abided. While she was following the guards-Pegasus to the marble tower that was home to both the families of Falcata and Virtue, the Unicorn’s mind wondered. What made it peculiar was that this likely was not about Indigo’s and hers ergonomic improvements, as the other pony in question was not there.
Fuscina greets Amor as she reaches the tower and makes room for her to enter. “Virtue’s waiting for you.”
Inside, Virtue looks up from the stack of papers on her desk and greets Amor with a smile and a small nod. “Hello, Amor. There were a couple of letters to you from Coupledye,” she says, raising them to the eye level.”
After a polite curtsy and greeting, Amor takes a set before the Duchess, the Unicorn slips the letters between the slit of her hooves and mason-shoes and breaks the royal seal. she then gives Virtue the notes addressed to her and opens her own.
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Thou newest Duchess Amor Kurollodel
Upon reading this, thou are hereby appointed the title of Duchess over The Mire of Shadow, being the matriarch and heiress to the precedent Duke. We demand Thou to make journey to Coupledye to receive thy title in ceremony.
Sorrowfully, We must impart remorseful news at the loss of Duke Dux Kurollodel; he was a leader among peers. There was no surprise as to why he died, being over two-hundred and sixty years old. Rest easy in knowing his passing was quick and painless as he prayed in silent prostration within the Temple of Usen. We will to tell you more on your arrival, as the depth of this type of news is not the best to be imparted in a letter.
Your beloved Crown
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A horn glows an azure blaze and the letter does the same, turning into dying red ember over the floor. The unicorn stares off, while tears stream down her face. After a moment, she realizes her actions. “Sorry Lady Virtue, I just… just.” Unable to speak, Amor breaks down then and there.
Virtue finished reading her copy of the note just as Amor sets hers ablaze. She looks up in alarm initially, but when she sees Amor’s expression, she calms immediately. “Amor... are you alright?”
“I just... I have nopony anymore, just me alone. What am I going to do now? She asks while playing with the ashes with her left hoof, looking down and not willing to face Virtue. "Dawnpick has been the only home I wanted. Do not get me wrong, I expected to take over for my father, but this is too soon.”
Virtue sets her letter aside and stands. She steps over to Amor and gives her a small hug. She isn’t entirely sure what to say. The name in the letter makes sense now. She couldn’t imagine losing her own father, and having this on top of something like that must be quite terrible. “I’m sorry Amor...”
The mason-pony can do nothing, but accept the hug, as the whole world seems to be set on fire and her psychological issues pale in comparison. “I’ve always been a selfish mare, but I tried so hard not to be and I don’t want this… not like this.” She cries into Virtue’s shoulder.
Virtue lets her cry all she wants, but says nothing for a while. She repeats, “I’m so sorry Amor.” She wished there was more she could say or do, but nothing comes to mind.
For a moment the mare hugging Amor resembled her father, even more so than she already did. Amor forces her to break the hug and wipes her eyes with her forelegs. “Thanks, but can I stay in Dawnpick until the next Coupledye caravan?”
Virtue nods and offers her the most reassuring smile she could. “Of course, you can stay in Dawnpick for as long as you want and are able.”
Amor gets fully up and asks, “can I keep all my things, the carpet and furniture; it is all I have of Dawnpick?”
Virtue nods once more. “They’re all yours.”
Looking at the slate grey mare she raises her voice to room level. “Thanks Lady Virtue, you are a paragon of generosity.” After more chatting, Amor leaves and reluctantly sets about getting packed.
(http://i1135.photobucket.com/albums/m638/bradshja/IndigoAvatar.jpg) (http://i1135.photobucket.com/albums/m638/bradshja/AmorAvatar.jpg)
(( Some time afterwards. ))
Within Amor’s apartment, the resident mare places her saddlebags upon the gabbro table, and sets about packing up loose notes and clothes that would be needed for the trip. She takes a look at the room and momentarily breaks down. She thought it would be easy if the furniture could go with her, which would make her more willing to leave, but it didn’t help.
Her thoughts are interrupted by knocking on her door and a familiar voice “Amor, are you in there?”
Picking herself from off the ground, she ambles to the door, and unlocks it to allow Indigo in. The mare returns to packing without a word.
Indigo wanted to invite her to his room to talk with her, as they often do, but open door to her room seem to be an invitation. He walks in and notices her bad mood and that she appears to be packing. “Amor, is something the matter?” he asks after closing the door behind him.
The frazzled mare looks over to her friend; she then looks for the note in question, finding it in her saddlebags. Amor garbs the letter with her hooves, as she is even more unwilling to use her magic than usual. “I must leave Indigo, I don’t want to, but I do not think it would turn out good either way.”
(( Maklak says: Well, she burned the letter before, but I said these scenes are unfinished. ))
Indigo half-expected her to leave someday after she told him that she travelled from town to town before coming to Dawnpick. He didn’t expect anything like this, though. He finds the letter quite shocking. Her father just died, so she inherits his estate? “Oh.” is all he manages to say at first.
“Indigo, I have known this day would come, but not so soon, and I pulled the wool over my eyes. It hurts, and I don’t know if I’m up for it. My father was all I had left.” She weakly utters, packing for a bit, and then lays her head on the pile of bags.
Indigo doesn’t like seeing his friend so distressed. “I’m sorry for your loss.”
Amor continues to lay there in silent reflection at first, but after a moment she speaks “Indigo, have you ever thought seriously about leaving?” She lifts her head up and looks over to the blue stallion.
“Sometimes, but I never quite got around to it. I’ve been to some other places before and everywhere there are some good and bad things. Dawnpick is actually better than most. Sure, I still dislike a lot of things here, but where would I go?” asks Indigo rhetorically.
“I’ve not been home in Coupledye in a long time, and could use a friend, maybe I even would have a need your for aptitude for economics there. My dad gave much expense for my tutelage, enough to gain debt, and I have been a waste.” She returns resting her head on her bags, and tries to hide her face.
“I... Are you offering me a job? I need to think about it and know more.” They talk for a bit more and Indigo leaves. He gives her his answer within a week.
(( Maklak says: Well, this scene is unfinished, but Indigo agrees to leave with Amor and it makes her feel better. There was supposed to be a joke here in that Amor would be thinking, that Indigo goes with her out of pure loyalty, while he had some other reasons, explained in the epilogue. ))
Post by: Maklak on August 22, 2012, 08:19:03 am
(( 265 and beyond. Indigo and Amor epilogue. ))
In case you were wondering, there were some hints in the thread about Indigo’s capability to forge the unfortunate bin warrant. Well, he had at least some of the abilities (he could carve a seal and make ink be the appropriate colour), but he had no motive. He didn’t do it. If his special talent for colours was taken into spotlight, he wouldn’t have any real way of proving his innocence and it had a potential to end badly for him. So understandably, while he slipped a few times, he didn’t boast of his talents. As a side note, he did have a set of marked playing cards, but no opportunities to play them.
As for Indigo’s cutie mark story, I was lazy. I (Maklak) got a dyer, so I made his special talent to be dye and colours. As a bonus, he can see female scale of colours instead of just the male one and is quite good at alteration. His cutie mark are four bolts of cloth in the colours of DF dyes. One of them is almost the same colour as his coat, so it is barely visible. He got it for making costumes for a foal’s theater more interesting by using some of his father’s chemicals on some cheap cloth. His parents are alive and lower-middle class. His father is a tanner and mother a spinner. They live somewhere in a crowded district of Coupledye. Indigo’s formal education was limited to equivalent of four years of elementary school, but he read some books, has been to a few places and picked some knowledge “on the go”.
Amor got her cutie mark when she was punished for painting a graffiti. (( Psalms would have to explain this. We were going to do a scene where they swap cutie mark stories, but obviously we won’t now. ))
Shortly after learning about her heritage, Indigo begins treating Amor like a lady. This means no more hugging, among other things (but then she was always cold to him anyway). It also means talking to her with much more politeness. She protested at first, but he told her, she should start getting used to how her subjects are going to treat her, so she reluctantly allowed it.
Amor leaves Dwnpick to take over her father’s estate and Indigo goes with her. This is partly due to his emotional attachment to her, partly because he believes, he will be better off with her and partly because he thinks, Dawnpick will only get worse over time (Well, less so after Stiletto’s death, but still.). He advises a few other ponies to leave with them, and those who want join with a caravan in early 265 (I think this is the correct date.) There could be a place for them at Amor’s estate, or not. Most likely yes, if they want one.
For the journey to Coupledye, Indigo obtained a wooden crossbow, lots of bone bolts, an iron axe and bronze or leather armour. Steel belongs to Dawnpick and he can't really afford it anyway. Well, maybe a few pieces if he spent almost all his savings. His reserve uniform belongs to Dawnpick too, so he can’t legally take that without manipulating Virtue into selling it to him well below its value. He decided to travel lightly and sold or gave away most of his things. The furniture obviously was a part of his room, so he left it for the next pony. Then again, Amor could make Virtue give him armour and furniture and make Indigo accept it, if she wanted to and she would likely be inclined to do it.
Indigo kept training with weapons, but never quite made it to the level of a professional soldier. His skills were more than enough for commanding a few dozen ponies and not shooting them in their backs with his crossbow, though.
After they got to Amor’s house in Coupledye, she made Indigo her second in command. He didn't become a great manager / majordomus / butler, but quite a proficient one nonetheless. Amor was quite happy to cede a lot of paperwork on him. A few of his ideas failed, but others more than compensated for it. A good example is making coloured statues. They sold quite a few of these until they went out of fashion. Eventually Amor’s estate went out of debt.
Amor owns an estate, some quarries and villages producing food close to Coupledye, but Psalms would have to make up his mind and verify this. Amor’s father was a member of Coupledye parliament. His prodigal’s education, especially hiring a Tower Unicorn as her private tutor, costed Amor’s father enough to put him into debt.
Indigo likely tried and did some businesses on the side, but nothing that would directly hurt Amor’s income.
There is a strong possibility that Amor and / or Indigo were in contact with Glaive and Fauchard family, after Glaive moved to Coupledye.
I guess Amor and Indigo continue to have occasional arguments, but due to her position, she is able to tie-break them in her favour.
For years, Indigo tried to find a suitable match for Amor, so she could have a heir, but she rejected all suitors for some reason, saying “I don’t have time for this.” as an excuse. There were some rumours about them having an affair, which didn’t help Amor’s reputation. In about 15 years Indigo pretty much gave up trying to get Amor to marry, but after about 40 more years he made a last ditch attempt, prepared a list of candidates and confronted her about her estate falling to pieces if she dies without a heir. She asked him, why he wasn’t on the list. This took him aback and he explained that he wouldn’t dare and is of too low a birth in any case. She accepted him anyway, so he agreed and was quite happy about it. The wedding went quite awkward and their sex scene even more so. ((Maklak says: I have it written, but Psalms didn’t approve it and I don’t think it fits in this forum anyway.)) Their marriage worked and they got foals. To Indigo, this was about the best he could ever hope for. For Amor... well her husband was at least loyal.
(( NOTE: Alternative to this is that at some point Indigo starts getting along with some mare serving Amor and they get married, to Amor’s silent discontent. Another alternative is "neutral ending": neither of them gets married, but they remain friends.))
(( NOTE: This concludes the storyline of Indigo and Amor. They got something of a happy ending. ))
(( If you really want to see that sex scene, it is buried somewhere in here. (https://docs.google.com/document/d/1Qg4PKgD-uxU6YPHGBKXBxdpz_MqcgVNaPLD1pMrNGZs/edit?pli=1) ))
Post by: Khenal on October 31, 2012, 03:57:21 am
He and Friesden ran to the crypts, he knew Kat had to be there. Stiletto... was gone, and Flux was worried what Kat might do without her. The details were fuzzy now, time and the adrenaline of the moment making the details fade. He remembered Kat hugging her loaded crossbow, and being terrified of what she might do with it. He and Friesden had managed to calm and cheer Kat slightly, and then Flux took the greatest risk of his life. Even more than revealing himself to be a changeling. He knelt before Kat and presented her with the bracelet, and asked her to marry him.
The door to his room opened and Kat walked in, her wings spread as she muses herself to make sure that her dresses is fitting nicely. It’s that Beautiful red dress that Flux brought for her years ago, she still treasures it and kept it nice to this day. Although frowning in worry that she might not be fitting in it as well as she could before and worried that she might be losing shape or not looking as nice. “Flux, dear. Do I still look okay in this dress?” She asked worryingly. It’ll be a big day soon where her sister Kit visits, and she wants to look the best for her family, coming all the way from the capital. And she has decided that dressing in full Guard’s uniform isn’t going to cut it.
Flux turns to smile at Kat. “You don’t look ok in it. I don’t think I’ve ever seen you look just ‘ok’ in anything, Kat. You look lovely, as always.”
She smiles and D’awws at that. Walking over to Flux’s side to give him happy loving nuzzles, radiating her love brightly for him. “You’re always so sweet.”
He sips at her love and smiles broadly, loving her in return. He nuzzles her back and gives her a gentle kiss. “So, how do I look? Presentable at least?”
Kat giggles and lick her own hoof and use that wet hoof to smooth out Flux’s mane to be more presentable. “There! Now you are!”
He smiles and rubs noses with Kat. “Thanks, my Angel.”
She lovingly nuzzles back in return, radiating her love ever so brightly for him. “Anything for you, my heart.”
He gives Kat a loving hug, then looks around. “Is Flak ready yet?”
“I think so, you should go fetch her.” Kat said, nuzzling into his hug lovingly.
He holds the embrace for a few more moments, then goes off to find Flak. “Flak? Are you ready yet?”
The little mare trots over to him and give him a happy excited hug! Squeezing onto him as she looks up at him with her sky blue eyes, clearly very excited. “Yes Daddy!” she squeaks adorably at her father.
He beams at his daughter, sipping at her love as he nuzzles her. “Good! Are you excited to see your Aunt and Uncle?”
She squeaks excitedly and flap her little wings adorably. “Yep yep! Aunt Kit is always so fun!”
“Yes she is! Come on, lets go show your mother you’re ready.” He picks up Flak and places her on his withers and carries the little pony to Kat, chucking the entire way.
Flak snuggles into her father’s withers as she’s placed there, squeaking excitedly and flapping her wings. Kat smiles and gives both her husband and daughter loving nuzzles when they arrive, smoothing out her daughter’s mane. “mm.. I love you both, so much.” she coos.
Flux smiles at them both. “And I love you both also. With everything that I am.” He can hardly believe that he’s a father and husband. Things have hardly been easy, but they seem to have turned out alright. They both still miss Stiletto, and their other friends who either died or moved away, but moments like this make it all worth while.
For Kat, things have gone pleasantly for her. Sure some of the ponies she love died or left her, and her sister left her for a stallion, but she’s still proud that she can be a mare of her own now instead of being in her shadow. She gained Captain of the Guard’s position, A loving husband and an adorable daughter..
Unlike what they say about pony fortresses, She thinks..
Everything’s going to be juuust fine.
Post by: Paaaad on January 19, 2013, 01:37:05 pm
Post by: Fr0stByt3 on January 31, 2013, 01:57:48 pm
Could I claim as Xaren with the profession Runesmith?
Post by: Maklak on January 31, 2013, 02:14:28 pm
Post by: Telgin on January 31, 2013, 02:45:50 pm
Post by: Fr0stByt3 on January 31, 2013, 03:16:08 pm
Post by: Maklak on January 31, 2013, 04:39:25 pm
I don't plan to join, at this time at least.
Post by: Telgin on January 31, 2013, 04:47:50 pm
It will be using a modified version of Nidokoenig's pony mod with some of Sorcerer's mod mixed in with it. I'm taking extra care to make sure things are much more lively than Dawnpick, at least on the combat front.
I understand not joining, but if you ever change your mind I'd be happy to have you in it.
Post by: Maklak on January 31, 2013, 05:17:22 pm
Last time I joined, it resulted in some arguments with other players and took a lot of my time. I've had my fun and !fun! in Dawnpick and you were a great, if too lenient, GM, but I don't think I'll have the time and will for more. I'll probably read it, but my preliminary decision on joining is a no.
If you'd like to have a quick look at the FoE mod, it is here: http://www.bay12forums.com/smf/index.php?topic=118893.0
List of posted reports from Stables, including mine (Ponderplanned) is here: http://www.bay12forums.com/smf/index.php?topic=118893.msg3905030#msg3905030
Finally a currently semi-abandonned community game by Replica is here and has amazing narrative parts: http://www.bay12forums.com/smf/index.php?topic=121259.150
I wish you and your new fort well.
Post by: Telgin on February 01, 2013, 12:37:01 am
Post by: CaptainLambcake on February 01, 2013, 06:31:41 pm
Post by: Splint on February 01, 2013, 07:10:48 pm
its upsetting to know this show has tainted df
Hooo boy, we got a hater here! Nah I'm just messin'. But it's been tainted for a while buddy, no use complaining about it. :P
Post by: Paaaad on February 01, 2013, 09:07:03 pm
its upsetting to know this show has tainted df
Hooo boy, we got a hater here! Nah I'm just messin'. But it's been tainted for a while buddy, no use complaining about it. :P
Glitterglen is even in the Hall of Legends. Not all that shocking given the nearly 10,000 posts it has.
Post by: jaxler on February 02, 2013, 02:41:56 am
the one day i check the df forum I see this dusty old dead page get risen from the dead. well, i'm glad to hear some of this news.
Post by: Telgin on February 08, 2013, 02:11:12 am
(http://i198.photobucket.com/albums/aa176/Kryptid/VirtueAvatar.jpg) and (https://dl.dropbox.com/u/74348879/Duskfields/Temperance%20Avatar.png)
It had been three years since Virtue had last set hoof in Coupledye. She'd visited once not long after Glaive and his family moved away. It had been over fifteen years since she'd seen her family then. Seeing them again after so long had been a bit bittersweet, but mostly sweet. After all, how did one explain not visiting even once in such a long time? Letters were one thing, but nothing like hugging your family and speaking to them face to face. She'd enjoyed her last stay in Coupledye. Seeing Glaive's old family home and spending some more casual time with his family was nice. Her parents immediately fell in love with their grandfoals, and Temperance hadn't changed a bit. That much was a bit surprising though. Even at thirty four years old, he was still single and continuing the dead end administration job he held. But despite all of that, she'd enjoyed her last stay. She figured she'd come back sometime soon.
She didn't expect it to be this soon though, and she really wished she was enjoying this stay more.
After receiving the letter from the winter caravan, she immediately set out to return to Coupledye. A letter from Temperance, saying that he'd applied for and been accepted for the leading position for an expedition off into the wilderness to set up a few farms to help feed Coupledye. She couldn't believe it at first. After all of the letters she sent home about the things that had happened here? And he still wanted to do this?
That was two months ago. Now, she was sitting in his living room, trying one last time to convince him that it was a terrible idea and he could be killed. Did he not remember what happened to Brook? Or Barley? Or, heaven forbid, what happened to Arbalest, Wool and Stiletto? Apparently not. None of her pleading seemed to be making any headway.
Temperance sat across from her, filing through some of the paperwork she'd brought back from Dawnpick to give him an idea of just what he'd be getting into. All of the management, the logistics, sorting out social problems, doling out justice even, all of that would soon be dumped onto him and nopony else could do it for him. At least not for a long time. He seemed all the more excited for it. "Well, early on it looks simple enough." He raised a hoof to his chin. "It really takes this long to get shelter put up?"
"Yes, it does. Or it can anyway." Virtue was flipping through her diary, reliving the early months of Dawnpick. "Bring as many skilled hooves as you can. You want to get protection up as soon as you possibly can."
Temperance rolled his eyes. "Or the badger ponies will eat me. I know, I know, you've said it thirty times since you go there." He pushed the papers aside. "I'll be careful, I promise. I've got all of your expertise to learn from."
Virtue paused on the page where she recorded Brook's death, and shut the diary. She didn't want to read that again right now. "I know, but this isn't a game. The badger ponies aren't going to play fair." She sighed. "They're going to come when you least expect it. At night. From the darkness. They'll hide in the trees. And they seem to know no fear, from what I've seen. They charged our trapped gate, heedless of the ones that died right in front of them."
"Then I'll bring a couple of soldiers with me. From the sounds of things Halberd did a great job. And I've met Glaive, he seemed to think they weren't very tough."
"And do you recall the time that badger pony almost got me? If Halberd hadn't been there he would have. Temp, you're not a soldier. You can bring all you want, but if they're not around..."
"I know, I know..." Temperance insisted, rolling his eyes again. "Virtue, I'm not a five year old foal. I know how to be careful!" He started fiddling with the papers again. "Look, can we change the subject? How much food and water did you bring?"
Fine. If he was going to go through with this foal's errand despite her warnings, she couldn't stop him. "I... uh, I don't remember. Hold on..." She started rifling through her own stack of papers before letting out a small yawn.
Temperance soon followed with his own, and rubbed his eyes. "You know, it's getting late. Harvest went to bed two hours ago. Why don't we pick this up tomorrow morning?" He stood and stretched. "You want anything before bed?"
Virtue stood and faced him. "Just one thing." With that, she pulled her little brother into a tight hug. "Just be safe. Please, for me."
"Hey, we're just going to bed," he teased. When she gave him a disapproving frown, he said, "Sorry, no more joking. But it's not like you're not going to see me again."
At least she had a few more days to spend with him. She made a tiny smile. "Right. Come on, let's get some sleep."
And with that, the story picks up in Duskfields (http://www.bay12forums.com/smf/index.php?topic=122680.msg4013725#msg4013725). We'll see if Temperance makes good on his promises to Virtue about being safe...
Post by: Paaaad on March 28, 2013, 08:06:28 pm
Post by: Telgin on March 28, 2013, 11:50:00 pm
I wish you the best of luck with this, and look forward to seeing how it turns out. It's going to be a ton of work. If nothing else, there's an enormous amount of content here to transfer. I'd suggest maybe taking the advice from the comments there and culling some of the uninteresting or irrelevant parts. The RP scenes are going to be very tough to translate, at least early on where they're not self contained.
I'm also happy to see that Dawnpick is actually kind of known outside of just the thread. I'd have never expected to make much impact, and certainly never expected this thread to get even 1% of the attention it got.
Post by: The Master on March 29, 2013, 09:55:38 pm
Post by: Paaaad on March 30, 2013, 07:25:21 am
Post by: The Master on March 30, 2013, 08:44:49 am
Post by: Telgin on January 12, 2015, 12:25:20 am
I'm posting this here since it should notify a lot of old players who might be interested in something. Since I don't learn my lessons easily and because I've been considering this for a while, have a new pony fort: Shadytrails (http://www.bay12forums.com/smf/index.php?topic=147476.0). I'll be posting the real game soonish, but for now you can get an idea of what I have in mind by reading that.