Astral realized the sphere and followed the filly. He found her curious. She appeared smarter than her age dictated and even showed scars that no one so young should have to wear. He stayed quiet as she led him through the halls. It was a beautiful house to say the least but what intrigued him wasn’t the dicore but the constructs. He regarded their cold stares with further curiosity. Silver had indeed come far in his field. Oh what Spectrum would give to examine their magic aura and the method that brought them about.
When they passed the cages he was again fascinated by the machine’s behavior. This was on another level entirely. He couldn’t believe his luck. His old friend had the basis of an army here that was sure. When they came to Silver he regarded the stallion with the same cold exterior. He listened with a lax expression. When Silver gave that smile he returned it with a smirk of his own.
“I apologize for my interrupting your work,” Spectrum said as he stepped forward,” And forgive my uncovering your position. I don’t believe I was followed and no, I am not surprised you knew of my sniffing about as it were. But I can assure you that my reasons are well worth the discomfort of the situation.” He waved a hoof through the air,” As I am sure you know there have been multiple sightings of alicorns in recent months. I had disregarded them until The Fortress of the Moon suffered an attack at the hooves of one.
“It engaged my Lunar Guard and matched them blow for blow. It acted as a decoy so its followers, a group of what looked like pirates of all things, made off with most of our slaves. Now this is of no consequence to me. Slaves can be replaced. No what intrigued me was how close to death the alicorn came. Blood was everywhere and I was able to view the battle. They brought him within an inch of his life of that I am sure. If it hadn’t been for two of his followers,” a scowl darkened his features,” One of which was a traitor to the Moon Guild no less making off with the alicorn, we would have assuredly killed it.”
“As to why I am here I was able to come into something you might be able to use in your research.” Spectrum pulled out the horn. It was wrapped in Clothe. He set it down on Silver’s desk as carefully as he would handle a foal.
Grimwing sighed in relief as the Leviathan cleared the mists. He had decided to follow Charter’s advice and make the trip back to Equestria. A nagging feeling in his gut told him that they would be needed. Deckhoof sat beside him barking orders to make more wind. The sea seemed particularly churned today by the pegasus’ account. He had a bad feeling something was happening and the look of the sea didn’t help that matter none.
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EldritchOne said
Pretty much the only activity in months is a guy wanting to cross it with 40K and that dude that kept on making crap and declaring it canon stating that he was going to rewrite the entirety of ED.The rest are super dead.
Wow didn't know it was that bad. Anyway I'll have my reply up soon. I hope.
EldritchOne said
I just went back to look at the old group, yeesh, its a fucking dessicated corpse nowadays, a damn pity.
Really haven't been on fim for god months is it that bad?
EldritchOne said
Well I might as well allow it given its already up, just inform me if you need a scene done with my characters involved next time, I'll be happy to oblige. As it is, I am going to write my response, although Astrals doubtlessly going to get a bit of a mixed welcome until he reveals exactly why he has been seeking the Dok out.
Expected as much to be honest. Sorry if I stepped on toes I've a bad habit of that apparently. Liked your last post on the by.
EldritchOne said
I'd prefer it if you cleared it with me first before taking control of my characters Grim, a lot of your past Astral stuff has given me pause in terms of how much you're adding to my character which I didn't ratify in the first place, its not necessarily bad, but it is irritating and also against the rules of the RP."Everyone handle's their own NPCS, puppeting another player’s character is STRICTLY forbidden"I'll let it go this time, but next time, Ask.
Sorry want me to change it?
A young unicorn guard walked along the street. The air was crisp and with a definite nip in the air. The young unicorn mare shuddered from a chilling breeze and wrapped her longcoat all the tighter around herself. Stalliongrad was quiet, its inhabitants tucked away cozy and comfy around their hearths. The young guard almost felt sorry for the slaves in the domes that lined the large wharf she did her rounds at. Without proper heat or clothing they were sure to be freezing. She snorted and continued on.
Before long a haze started to come in form the harbor. It wasn’t unusual, Stalliongrad often saw foggy days even when pegasi managed the sea-side city’s weather. Though unicorn magic tended to get the job done much faster. Something caught the mare’s ear, both perked in the direction of the docks. Is someone singing? The fog started to thicken as she could make out another mare’s voice, serene and calm. The guard squinted to make out the figure that walked toward her. What looked like a lithe earth mare was walking toward her. She was singing, her bright green eyes almost glowing in the mist. What the hell is one of the slaves doing here? She made to pull her blade out but found she couldn’t. She didn’t feel the need to. She shook off her feeling of clam and took a threatening step toward the strange mare.
“You there halt?!” she warned, her blade ringing in the night as it slid from its scabbard.
The mare ignored the warnig and continued toward the guard, her voice gaining volume. The guard felt almost tired in the clam that threatened to consume her. She got a better look at the mare. She’s so beautiful… The strange mare stopped before the guard, her voice ringing in the guard’s skull. Something flashed from the singing mare’s side and the agurd felt something wet and warm hit her hooves. She looked down, almost curious at the red liquid that splashed on her armored hooves. Her eyes widened as she realized her throat had been slit. She stumbled back from the stange mare with a gurgle. She tried to call for help.
Blood pooled around her as she looked up at the earth pony. She saw strange appendage’s pressed to the mare’s side. The singing stopped and the siren leaned down, revealing edged teeth,” Good night enemy of the Sea.” The guard’s vision faded as she bled out. The siren started forward again, her voice ringing in the night. Other voices joined her as more like her waded through the mists toward the slave domes.
Inside the domes, earth ponies and even a few pegasi looked out to see what the strange singing was. Within moments they felt compelled to go to the see. As if in a trance many started to walk toward the docks.
Across the city Red Sash, a decorated royal guard and Captain of the Stalliongrad city guard was in a strange mood. He felt a chill as he looked out his window. A deep fog had settled and he didn’t like it. He always had a feeling about such things, so he decided to listen to his reliable instincts. He roused the day guard and sent many to the city checkpoints to see if any strange events had occurred.
“Are you alright sir,” his second in command, Battered Shield asked as she trotted into the room. She was worried for the old dark brown stallion she’d come to respect the last six years she had served under him.
“just a bad feelin’,” he grunted as he sat at his desk. Forms of every kind lay strewn across the desk.
She was about to respond when a young buck came rushing in. Sweat poured form his brow and he lloked as if he had run a marathon. His shaky knees told he had.
“-SSir,” the young guard gasped,” Bodies were found near the wharfs. The slave domes are empty as well.”
“A riot?” Red Sash raisaed an eyebrow,” How come we hadn’t heard of this?”
“We don’t think it was riot sir,” Battered offered him a flask of water, which he accepted gratefully. He took a greedy drought before continuing his report,” Strange singing was heard near the market district near the docks so we investigated. Strange ponies were walking calm as can be. We counted at least fifty before Sergent Flare sent me to report to you.”
Red Sash frowned at this news,’So again my instincts are right. This sounds like a trick House Whiotegold would play but he knew they avoided direct tactics like this. He thought in silence for a moment before nooding approval to the young buck before him.
“Good work coming as swiftly as you did. Go rest you’ve earned it.” The unicorn buck saluted and trotted off.
“I’ll rouse the Legionnaires,” Battered Shield saluted and left the room. Sash smiled after the mare. He had always liked her initiative. He walked over to his armament chest and started pulling his armor and weapons out. There would be blood this night.
Crashing Wave swam calmly through the water of Stalliongrad Grand Harbor. Blood was in the air and he felt his insides scream to join the fray but he had to wait for his turn to strike. Already the Serenities were at work pulling slaves out and dispatching what guards they could before the main force arrived to back them. He smirked at Sunpearl’s deceptive approach at warfare. Even though the sea pony race rarely saw battle they were still well versed in how to fight and even conquer if need be. After all they followed the lessons the sea had to offer. Among the first of these was fight viciously or die pathetically.
Crashing felt his inner darkness roil at the prospect of release. He felt the need to allow the beast out. After all what kind of God of Freedom would he be if he caged the beast? He told himself to be patient. Soon enough his blade’s would slice flesh and his teeth will rend flesh. Behind him a large sea pony Crashing had come to know as Razor Reef saluted the God.
“My lord,” he greeted,” The second wave is ready to proceed at your call.”
“Very good lad,” Crashing said,” Let’s give ‘em a show then.”
Razor nodded and a trill escaped his throat. Well over a hundred sea ponies in shell armor rose up from under the surface and made toward the docks. Crashing watched in anticipation. He was the last resort as he called it. He felt a thrill at the idea of what would occur.
Soon…
Spectrum and his guide soon reached the small town of Woodswatch. The rain had let up and was only mildly sprinkling. Vantage led him to the town’s tavern aying that it some iof the best honeyed ale. Spectrum declined the invitation to join the old buck. He disliked alcohol in taste and purpose. The ubnicorn wished to be in control of his facilities at all times. They walked into the tavern and vantage made a beeline ofr a table nearest the hearth. Spectrum thanked him and went up to the bar.
“What’ll ya have?” a young earth stallion chirped form behind the old wooden counter.
“Nothing save directions thank you,” Spectrum said with a small chuckle at the colt’s energy.
“Well there ain’t much out here,” he said,” What ya lookin’ for mister?”
“A mansion if you can believe it. Very old too. A friend of mine lives there.”
“Oh the old mansion further down the path near the graveyard,” the buck shivered slightly,” Creepy place it’s a good twenty minute walk from here. Just pass the graveyard on the path leading to the south. Can’t miss it.”
“Thank you,” Spectrum said and pulled out a small bag of nits,” For your help.”
“Thanks mister,” the colt beamed as Spectrum left the tavern. The unicorn trotted toward aforementioned mansion with a new vigor. The colt’s shivers was all the indication he needed that the residence was occupied by Silver. He traveled down the path but before long heard a noise in the tree line along the path. It sounded like voices, cheerful ones. Within minutes a small spere came rushing out of the darkness. Spectrum ducked, barely avoiding being hit.
“Father said I can use my blades,” the strange sphere chirped,” I’m gonna cut you up good!” Several blades jutted out from the sphere’s frame. Spectrum felt simply curiosity at the small sphere. Spectrum moved out of the way as it whizzed by. He felt its blades nick his flesh but ignored the pain as he prepared a spell. The darkness rioled around him as the sphere made a sharp u-turn its foal-like chattering falling on deaf ears. Suddenly inky black tendrils erupted around Spectrum and seemed to pool around him.
Sevral tendrils caught the sphere and it whined as Spectrum brought it close to examine it.
“Hey let me go,” it screeched,” Father said I could chase away the naughty things!”
“Fascinating,” the unicorn whispered as he turned the whining sphere over. He couldn’t quite discern what it was exactly but it seemed to be some form of necromancy meeting machinery. Spectrum probed it with his tendrils and focused his spell. It shrieked as if in pain. “Simply fascinating.”
He looked up at the road before him and gripped the sphere in his magic and continued ion toward the mansion. It tried in desperation to get away but the unicorn’s magic grip held strong. When he came to the large house he had been looking for he allowed himself a chance to smirk before rapping a hoof on the door.
“I wish to speak to the master of the house,” he said with a slight amplification to his voice,” Tell him an old friend comes to visit.”
Before long a haze started to come in form the harbor. It wasn’t unusual, Stalliongrad often saw foggy days even when pegasi managed the sea-side city’s weather. Though unicorn magic tended to get the job done much faster. Something caught the mare’s ear, both perked in the direction of the docks. Is someone singing? The fog started to thicken as she could make out another mare’s voice, serene and calm. The guard squinted to make out the figure that walked toward her. What looked like a lithe earth mare was walking toward her. She was singing, her bright green eyes almost glowing in the mist. What the hell is one of the slaves doing here? She made to pull her blade out but found she couldn’t. She didn’t feel the need to. She shook off her feeling of clam and took a threatening step toward the strange mare.
“You there halt?!” she warned, her blade ringing in the night as it slid from its scabbard.
The mare ignored the warnig and continued toward the guard, her voice gaining volume. The guard felt almost tired in the clam that threatened to consume her. She got a better look at the mare. She’s so beautiful… The strange mare stopped before the guard, her voice ringing in the guard’s skull. Something flashed from the singing mare’s side and the agurd felt something wet and warm hit her hooves. She looked down, almost curious at the red liquid that splashed on her armored hooves. Her eyes widened as she realized her throat had been slit. She stumbled back from the stange mare with a gurgle. She tried to call for help.
Blood pooled around her as she looked up at the earth pony. She saw strange appendage’s pressed to the mare’s side. The singing stopped and the siren leaned down, revealing edged teeth,” Good night enemy of the Sea.” The guard’s vision faded as she bled out. The siren started forward again, her voice ringing in the night. Other voices joined her as more like her waded through the mists toward the slave domes.
Inside the domes, earth ponies and even a few pegasi looked out to see what the strange singing was. Within moments they felt compelled to go to the see. As if in a trance many started to walk toward the docks.
Across the city Red Sash, a decorated royal guard and Captain of the Stalliongrad city guard was in a strange mood. He felt a chill as he looked out his window. A deep fog had settled and he didn’t like it. He always had a feeling about such things, so he decided to listen to his reliable instincts. He roused the day guard and sent many to the city checkpoints to see if any strange events had occurred.
“Are you alright sir,” his second in command, Battered Shield asked as she trotted into the room. She was worried for the old dark brown stallion she’d come to respect the last six years she had served under him.
“just a bad feelin’,” he grunted as he sat at his desk. Forms of every kind lay strewn across the desk.
She was about to respond when a young buck came rushing in. Sweat poured form his brow and he lloked as if he had run a marathon. His shaky knees told he had.
“-SSir,” the young guard gasped,” Bodies were found near the wharfs. The slave domes are empty as well.”
“A riot?” Red Sash raisaed an eyebrow,” How come we hadn’t heard of this?”
“We don’t think it was riot sir,” Battered offered him a flask of water, which he accepted gratefully. He took a greedy drought before continuing his report,” Strange singing was heard near the market district near the docks so we investigated. Strange ponies were walking calm as can be. We counted at least fifty before Sergent Flare sent me to report to you.”
Red Sash frowned at this news,’So again my instincts are right. This sounds like a trick House Whiotegold would play but he knew they avoided direct tactics like this. He thought in silence for a moment before nooding approval to the young buck before him.
“Good work coming as swiftly as you did. Go rest you’ve earned it.” The unicorn buck saluted and trotted off.
“I’ll rouse the Legionnaires,” Battered Shield saluted and left the room. Sash smiled after the mare. He had always liked her initiative. He walked over to his armament chest and started pulling his armor and weapons out. There would be blood this night.
Crashing Wave swam calmly through the water of Stalliongrad Grand Harbor. Blood was in the air and he felt his insides scream to join the fray but he had to wait for his turn to strike. Already the Serenities were at work pulling slaves out and dispatching what guards they could before the main force arrived to back them. He smirked at Sunpearl’s deceptive approach at warfare. Even though the sea pony race rarely saw battle they were still well versed in how to fight and even conquer if need be. After all they followed the lessons the sea had to offer. Among the first of these was fight viciously or die pathetically.
Crashing felt his inner darkness roil at the prospect of release. He felt the need to allow the beast out. After all what kind of God of Freedom would he be if he caged the beast? He told himself to be patient. Soon enough his blade’s would slice flesh and his teeth will rend flesh. Behind him a large sea pony Crashing had come to know as Razor Reef saluted the God.
“My lord,” he greeted,” The second wave is ready to proceed at your call.”
“Very good lad,” Crashing said,” Let’s give ‘em a show then.”
Razor nodded and a trill escaped his throat. Well over a hundred sea ponies in shell armor rose up from under the surface and made toward the docks. Crashing watched in anticipation. He was the last resort as he called it. He felt a thrill at the idea of what would occur.
Soon…
Spectrum and his guide soon reached the small town of Woodswatch. The rain had let up and was only mildly sprinkling. Vantage led him to the town’s tavern aying that it some iof the best honeyed ale. Spectrum declined the invitation to join the old buck. He disliked alcohol in taste and purpose. The ubnicorn wished to be in control of his facilities at all times. They walked into the tavern and vantage made a beeline ofr a table nearest the hearth. Spectrum thanked him and went up to the bar.
“What’ll ya have?” a young earth stallion chirped form behind the old wooden counter.
“Nothing save directions thank you,” Spectrum said with a small chuckle at the colt’s energy.
“Well there ain’t much out here,” he said,” What ya lookin’ for mister?”
“A mansion if you can believe it. Very old too. A friend of mine lives there.”
“Oh the old mansion further down the path near the graveyard,” the buck shivered slightly,” Creepy place it’s a good twenty minute walk from here. Just pass the graveyard on the path leading to the south. Can’t miss it.”
“Thank you,” Spectrum said and pulled out a small bag of nits,” For your help.”
“Thanks mister,” the colt beamed as Spectrum left the tavern. The unicorn trotted toward aforementioned mansion with a new vigor. The colt’s shivers was all the indication he needed that the residence was occupied by Silver. He traveled down the path but before long heard a noise in the tree line along the path. It sounded like voices, cheerful ones. Within minutes a small spere came rushing out of the darkness. Spectrum ducked, barely avoiding being hit.
“Father said I can use my blades,” the strange sphere chirped,” I’m gonna cut you up good!” Several blades jutted out from the sphere’s frame. Spectrum felt simply curiosity at the small sphere. Spectrum moved out of the way as it whizzed by. He felt its blades nick his flesh but ignored the pain as he prepared a spell. The darkness rioled around him as the sphere made a sharp u-turn its foal-like chattering falling on deaf ears. Suddenly inky black tendrils erupted around Spectrum and seemed to pool around him.
Sevral tendrils caught the sphere and it whined as Spectrum brought it close to examine it.
“Hey let me go,” it screeched,” Father said I could chase away the naughty things!”
“Fascinating,” the unicorn whispered as he turned the whining sphere over. He couldn’t quite discern what it was exactly but it seemed to be some form of necromancy meeting machinery. Spectrum probed it with his tendrils and focused his spell. It shrieked as if in pain. “Simply fascinating.”
He looked up at the road before him and gripped the sphere in his magic and continued ion toward the mansion. It tried in desperation to get away but the unicorn’s magic grip held strong. When he came to the large house he had been looking for he allowed himself a chance to smirk before rapping a hoof on the door.
“I wish to speak to the master of the house,” he said with a slight amplification to his voice,” Tell him an old friend comes to visit.”
kapuchu said
Very carefully. To begin with, at least. Twilight is a freakishly powerful unicorn, in possession of the Element of Magic, a fragment of Harmony's body so there's a chance that she might very well be able to kill Crashing if he is too reckless. I'll think on it and get back to you. And if I don't, then just poke me a bit.
EldritchOne said
Frankly Twilights in a better position than you anyway, all but a few of her troops are hardened veterans of the various campaigns against the other factions, she has the greatest number of spell casters in all of Equestria and the aptitude to pull of considerably powerful feats of magic, as well as numerous generals who are likely highly skilled at warfare. Given you decided to land on M&S territory and not immediately attack with overwhelming force and surprise, they are likely now prepared for you, and your armies are largely untested and unskilled due to more than a millennium of peace and tranquility under the sea, don't prepare this properly and you'll get massacred.
All good points but in completely character for Crashing. Too be honest I know their fucked from the get go but Crashing is reckless and beginning to let his Darkness thrive. They do have one advantage though and thats their position. It stands to reason that the majority of MaS Military is occupying the western border where all the fighting is taking place. As for the coast they've met little to no battle until the Leviathan fleet came along. Troops would already be stretched thin at this time for MaS as well so there is a chance. Albiet small but it all plays into my plan. Just wait and see my friends I've quite the show for all of you.
kapuchu said
Eyo guys, I have a few questions for some of you.Grimdark: What exactly do you aim to do? Laying waste to a few of the outer coastal cities and such is okay, but I would advice against going against Canterlot itself or any other major establishments simply because it will change a lot, and if any major change were to be made it should be arranged between all of us, or at the Dawn and I. Eitherway, I'm ot saying you can't continue what you're doing, only that I'd like for you to throw a word my way if you intend to do something really bi. Eldritch: That room of Scalpel's, what exactly is it? I get the feeling that it's a temporal pocket of sorts, but a very, very big one, and in case it is I'd like for you to remember what Scalpel is only a mortal, and there's a limit to how powerful he is. A temporal pocket of that size seems... a bit much. In case it's just a normal room which requires a magical key (of sorts) to enter, then just ignore this.
Ummm ok. I was planning on full out war on MaS considering their complete lack of respect for another's freedom. How do I go about this ?
Tai Falkenburg said
The last part with Crashing was rather effective - I could see the the darkness in his eyes and the gravitas when he spoke those words. It captured a force of nature ready to strike. Nice :) Yeah, I tossed in a few Mythos shout outs in the previous posts myself. I also enjoyed the newest entry, reminding me of walking through an ancient library. very cool :D
Thanks. :) I've been working on almosphere lately.
EldritchOne said
And so Herr Dok shows what accumulates when he settles down for some considerable amount of time, like a big show off. Also we get some world building and nods! woo! Not to mention the subtle reference to my most cherished Lovecraft story. Anyhoo, enjoy.
Very nice. Loved it
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