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Sweeper smiled at Summer, pleased that the soldier finally broke her silence. Must be the shy type she thought. She continued, "Thank you er… Officer? What is your rank? In any case, dear Winds, I am so glad that you asked that question. My sister Thea was equally confused, but she didn't want any clarification." She paused for a moment to fix some damaged links in her armor.

"There. As for the Braid, it was the result of a battle between Scroll and I and some nasty bunch a bandits hours ago…" She went into a chattering babble of the fight. "…We took a good many weapons from them, but the braid belonged to the gang's leader. After all, it was her most important possession." She put the "spoil" back in the makeshift saddlebag.

"Your armor is all set," she said. Indeed it was shinier and brighter than previously before. It somehow enhanced Summer's stature in many ways, invoking the image of a hero of a century ago. Sweeper stared at her hoofwork and grinned. "Now that's done, would you happen to have any cake? Oh, and how did you end up with my sister Ami?"
The two pegasi relaxed after Torrential was done speaking. They had worried he would summon up a storm, or flood the land even more so. But when he made his intentions clear, the fear lessened and they looked with interest as Torrential purified the lake. "Huh, never seen any pony walk on water before," said Tail to herself. "But then again, what did I expect? He's master of it after all." Already they saw some change - the water below the alicorn's hoofs seemed to become clearer, bluer even. But Dancer wondered if it was her imagination causing the water to change color.

Tail was already up and got a cloth from her saddlebag. "Should have been careful - I ended up messing up Lord Rain's protection," she said, a bit of sadness in her voice.

Not looking away from the spectacle, Dancer replied "Like the rains and water, I'm sure the Master Torrential rules over the mud. Or at least, that's what I can tell from the stories. I don't think he minds."

After a bit, Snow tail had gotten the outfit cleaned, and much to her surprise, far better than a mere rag could have done. "Oh, of course, the Lady's blessing," she said. "I keep forgetting how subtle the effects are." She tossed the cleaning cloth on a nearby branch. "Well, we better set up camp - Torrential is probably going to take all eveing and then some."

Dancer nodded, and looked around. There wasn't much - old decayed trees, mud on the ground. And surviving structures not flooded had rotten away. She grimaced at the sight. "I never did camp out in a swamp before. What about you?" she joked.

Tail took out a tarp from her bag, and some rope. She began setting up a shelter. "About a year ago during the Froggy Bottom Bog campaign. I can tell you that was the wettest and muddiest mission I have ever been on, even after wandering in Lord Water's storms."

"Really, where you fighting against Everfree?"

"Nope, we were fighting for Everfree… long story that." They did not notice the arrival of the Stormwing soldiers.
Lens continued to rap on the doorknocker at intervals, but waited patiently. She was hoping that the Sweeper acolyte wasn't mistaken. As strange as Lily appeared, she was clearly a skilled enough plumber. And if the conversation about the Waterworks contraption the Mission was setting up was any indication, she had training in engineering. Lightwing is too arrogant to see such details. Ms. Lily is no fool nor a loon if she can work at that skill level. She's quite intelligent, if not to our standard - she had at least some higher education. I wonder how such a mare ended up in Sweeper's cult wandering the land?

After several minutes, the door to the mansion opened. It was dark inside, with only the cracks of the shutters letting any light in. Greeting her was a stallion clad in a lab outfit, covered in red. She simply blinked at the sight, unfazed, and took a look at the stallion's face - it matched the descriptions they had of the Talent. Smiling she gave a short and bow and entered. The door closed. She could hear in the shadows the slow breathing of some… thing? They were not alone, that was for sure, but what she could not tell. I must tread carefully, or this could prove difficult. I need his cooperation, and not a pile of corpses .

"Greetings, good stallion. I am Doctor Glorious Solar Lens, officially of the Manehatten Research Institute." Her horn glowed a light orange, somewhat matching her horn and coat. From her blouse she floated a business card, noting her name and place of employment. "And I'm here to discuss the mater of a business arrangement… perhaps even a partnership."
grimdarkenigma said
Hey guys. I'm really sorry for the disappearance. Moved to a new city and well things got kinda hectic. New job and new apartment all the while had to wait forever for the new internet hookup. Anyway it came out of nowhere quite literally so sorry for no heads up. Though in all fairness I didn't know it would take them WEEKS to hook up the internet. Bloody wankers. Any way so if it isn't' too much trouble I would still like to be part of this.


Yay! :D Glad to hear you're doing alright. :)
"Well this is the place," said the maneless mare.

Three figures stood at the street, the afternoon sun gleaming on the guide's scalp. Next to her where two very well dressed ponies, wearing Scholar cloaks. But unlike the ones worn by Scroll (or the majority of the order), they were subtly different. They were well pressed, tailored, a darker shade, and the marks seemed to gleam. Even with Sweeper's magic, not even her restorative powers could give the aura of these other, finer cloaks. Across from them was a mansion of a bygone century, its Antebellum architecture combining neoclassical and Roamian styles with modern innovations like the gabled roof and windows. The only sign of life was that the windows were no longer boarded up.

Had any pony decided to walk around, they would have noted one major oddity. There was a hill next to the house, and at its crest were several monolithic chimneys. It was as if somepony had stuck them right into the earth itself.

"Very good," replied the unicorn in a icy voice. Her hair was a dark blue, pulled into a tight bun. Glasses sat on her muzzle, clear and dark to reflect her eyes. If one had noticed they were the latest fashion in Manehatten. Her clothes however less stylish, but still well kept. "Did you make any inquires about this mansion?"

Lily Moon nodded her head. "A few, but I didn't learn much. They say the place was recently inhabited, by a doctor or some mystical alchemist. Either way, they don't take patients or visitors. And ponies around here don't like to pry. It doesn't seem like an odd place, even at night." She noted the shadows on the ground that daylight was soon going. "Is there anything else? I should head back to the waterworks to help my friends. Busy day, and we still need to clean up the graveyard."

"Hmmm, what about the graveyard?"

Lily shrugged. "Don't know the details but it looks like vandalism. In any case, the Lady would want us to tidy up."

"Alright, what do we owe-"

Lily shook her head,. "No, payment is not needed. After all, are working for the Great Cause." She gave a warm smile and a short bow. "We'll be by the Creek if you need anything. Take care." Lily began to trot back to the shack that served as Woodwatch's waterworks.

When she was out of sight, the pegasus Lightwing finally spoke. "It's a shame we have to be the presence of that one. Her peppiness is irritating, and does she have no dignity? Clad in sackcloth and bald, not even the piss poor would be reduced to that-"

Dr. Lens gave to a harsh glare, and he stopped. "She dedicated to her cause, as we are. An admirable trait. Now let us focus more on the matter on hoof." She indicated the structure.

It was some days ago that a Mission of Sliver Sweeper arrived at Woodwatch. They were a small traveling band, doing odd jobs cleaning and restoration… that is, if they weren't chased away or ignored. It happened to also be one of the groups that Director Prancer Žemaitukas was using for his own means. Though he had little love for the alicorn he served, the Director realized that her followers could be his eyes. So under the guise of being the High Priest's superior (which wasn't too far from the truth), Zemi' had his agents contact the wandering Missions. Of them, he told to look out for certain individuals or events, and to contact his office. "It is imperative for the order that these ponies be found, for the sake of the Lady," they were told.

One day, Lily Moon was helping restore a fountain in in the otherwise quiet town when she saw a young unicorn, hind legs missing. She recognized her from a booklet that Prancer's faction had given them, filled with photos of ponies they were looking for. After following her to her residence, Lily had another pegasus fly to Manehatten immediately, and in a few hours Lightwing and Glory Lens were on their way via airship to the small town.

"Do you think it could be this mysterious Doctor? I thought we lost him in Trottingham."

"It's our first definite lead since then, Light'. But this could be a major break. The Director wants his help, especially what we learned about the Moon and Stars," said Lens. She was a rather attractive lady, only in her mid-20's, fit and her tailored clothes made her even more desirable. Had she let her hair down, she would have been far beautiful. "I go in alone, you stay out here and wait."

"Are you sure? What if our Talent decides to use you as his next experiment?"

"I can take care of myself. The Director doesn't call me his favorite for nothing."

Lightwing moved behind the corner to observe from a safe distance. Lens continued forward to the structure with it's extended porch. It's facade was symmetrical - windows, pillars, and doors matching the same floors. Balcony rails on the floor above had taken on a green patentia. Shuttered windows prevented any prying eyes from looking through. Weather and time took it's toll on the masonry. Soon she passed the marble pillars of the porch, and was at the front door, made of thick wood. Whoever built this house liked to make sure things were secured… and quiet. This construction would muffle most sounds. She looked around and found a heavy door knocker. Lens lifted the metal bob, and gave three heavy knocks.

She waited for a reply.
"Oh sorry," Snow Tail said as she fluttered off Torrential's back. She started to blush, realizing that she probably was overstaying the ride. She took his place under the other wing, and chuckled at the alicorn's observation. "Well, it's a honor to be the first", she said and began to think of a way to continue the fun. Hmmm, looks like we're going to start playing again

Dancer didn't say much but nodded in acknowledgement. The walk seemed like a dream to her. Indeed, was she going to wake up soon, still in the Palace of Ivory Shores? But the soothing touch of Torrential's wing assured her this was no fantasy.

But then everything changed - his wings where gone, and the alicorn broke into a fast pace. The two mortals looked at each other in shock, and then began to run after Torrential. They stopped a short distance from the watery ruins of Ponyville. Despair entered their hearts. Dancer remembered that day, she was just in her dorm reading a section on gravitational effects on light, while eating a muffin. Despite the confusion and worry about the Princesses disappearing, she was more concerned for her midterms. After all, what did they had to fear with Twilight Sparkle and the Element Holders in charge?

But then there was a loud slamming, and Bright Scroll came in with sweat in on his forehead. He said simply "Ponyville is gone." It was at that moment she realized that things were out of control. She would latter write in a journal: Like the event horizon of a magical portal, it was at that point nothing would ever escape the cataclysm of the Division. Snow Tail never did go here - after all, why visit a crater? But seeing the lake and the ruins in the water, tears began to fill her eyes.

Torrential's words came like a thunderclap without sound. The words the two pegasi did not know, but their impact could be felt. Each word was like a bit of anger from the alicorn, and the pair began to shiver in horror. Tail bowed down into the marshy ground, but Dancer could not even move. Did the Lord of the Rains not know? she wondered. Now that he does… what next? She waited, not knowing what to do or what will occur. She simply prayed.
Yikes, the Risen seem like the Pony version of Phyrexia. o_o
Oh goodness, Torrential is not happy 0_0 Nice entry Bright_ops :)

kapuchu said
Okay. Good. Just had to make sure that you weren't trying to make a character that was mysteriously part of Arcon's following xP


No problem, always good to make sure things go smoothly.
kapuchu said
Like the annoying and all-powerful god that I am, I'm watching you two (...Okay, that came out a bit too harsh. Sounded better in my head).In all seriousness, I only have one question, and that's for you, Tai: Who exactly is this Director you're talking about? And who does he work for? If you meant to make him one of Arcon's followers then you'll first have to talk to Dawn, because I know he has very specific rules as to who is his followers, and he might not even let your character be a follower if he intends to play the role of a mole. And please, don't misunderstand, this is not my trying to put a stopper to your plans or generally be annoying, but just a sort of precaution to make sure you don't step on somebody's toes. If, however, this "Director" is a follower of Sweeper's, well... then it's up to you to figure out how he got that piece of knowledge/thingie from Sweeper that would allow Silver Scalpel to achieve transcendence, or at least further his research. If I am to be honest, I am looking forward to the point where Silver Scalpel succeeds/if he does.


Well, I mentioned when it months ago when the game began, I guess I need to provide a refresher:

The Scholars were founded from several of the faculty after the sacking of the Canterlot University (higher learning for all ponies), shortly before the rise of the Moon and Stars. While their purpose is to help preserve civilization, they are unaffiliated with Arcon in any way. In fact, they were unaware of his existence until a month or so in-game. (I actually created the group back for the other RP back on the other forum, before Dawnscroll rejoined. I was actually surprised at Arcon's purpose.).

After the 20 or so years, the Scholarship is a network of former professors, teachers aides, archivists, and students. Basically your typical college stuff. They are headed by a council of Directors, who were tenured Professors at the University. By now, they're largely older ponies the other houses got to found their own technical schools.

Of the Directors, there's one named Prancer Žemaitukas* . Something of a hardass, this Director is a unicorn only concerned with Knowledge. He doesn't seem to care much for Sweeper, though he keeps to his oath to serve her. After all, she did help finish most of the project, allowing him and his own faction to focus on their own research. Considering himself amoral, Prancer doesn't consider the ethical concerns of his research. And has one of the head honcos of the Scholars, he has access to whatever knowledge they have, good or ill. Their Knowledge Vaults contain dark things as well...

* Žemaitukas is the name of a Lithuanian pony breed - https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/%C5%BDemaitukas

EldritchOne said
"What would Scalpel be looking for"Well my thoughts on the matter regard my headcanon of magic in this and follow a very similar route to the one I used in resurrecting Scalpels "Risen". Basically my theory is that magic works like a network of veins across the world, with a vast connection of small capillaries providing magical base line magical output for all ponykind, and larger arteries consisting of the main streams which transport the vital magical energy and distribute it to the smaller vessels. My theory revolves around redirecting some of these "arteries" into one position, making a certain point of the planet have an immense amount of latent magical energy run through it, and then "ripping open" these "arteries" so that the magic bleeds into Mundus. What Scalpel would be looking for is three things, 1) a way of redirecting strong streams of magic to one select position and saturating the area with ambient magic 2) A tool to literally rip open these "arteries" - Scalpel is not strong enough to do it himself being only a mortal, thus the reliance on the Alicorn horn +machinery- and special tools for the delicate process of doing it without the raw energy causing a massive explosion and killing him 3) a spell similar to that of Tirek's amulet which harvests magical energy and infuses the very essence of the person it is cast upon with huge amounts of raw power."and what do you want from the entry?"Don't know quite what you mean, perhaps a bit of back and forth, talk about all the crazy shit stirring up in the world now we have fourth Tier alicorns running about, perhaps an deal being made between the two- in essence "you give me your forbidden secrets and I'll share mine" sort of thing. If you want to, you could have your guy tap on the door and Scalpel be all grouchy and yell for you to come in, only for you to be greeted by him working on a lot of corpses with a lot of machinery attached to them. :P


Alright, that give me an idea of how to approach this. Prancer may be hesitant to procure Sweeper's horn (He may lack morals, but he does keep his word). But he probably has access to to either items 1 or 3, or a weaker version of 3. At the very least, something for Scalpel to start from. I'll get an entry ready by tonight.
EldritchOne said
I would be quite happy with that, it'd give me some way I could progress plotwise as well as gain access to some valuable information, It also saves me from disrupting Grim's train of plot in regards to Astral and allows me to wait a fair bit longer for him to pop back in- which hopefully it will. Just tell me when you want to set that up Tai and I'll be happy to oblige, been a while since I interacted characterwise with the other peeps anyhoo, so this could be good.... Why do I see Scalpel and Silver Sweeper having hilarious dialogue with one another if they ever met, one a giant nihilistic snarkasaurus, the other a light bubbly Alicorn obsessed with cleanliness.Thanks again Tai.


No problem. Working on it now is as good as time as any. What would Scalpel be looking for, and what do you want from the entry?

And yes, it would be funny seeing how Scalpel and Sweeper would react :3
EldritchOne said
Honestly? yeah I could make something up on the spot, but I prefer preexisting artifacts of power rather than some Deus Ex Machina device which appears for plot convenience, that always struck me as a slightly tacky option to a problem, plus the Alicorn horn is useful as it would have helped tighten the universe up a little more and make it feel less disparate.


I can see how it would be an issue from a storytelling perspective. But I can try to accommodate by writing something up - a did have the idea of having one of the Scholarship contact Sliver Scalpel - let's just say one of the Directors is more in it for the "Knowledge" part than for the "Save Ponykind" part. In fact, said Professor wouldn't bat an eye at the type of experiences being conducted. And they have a vast collection of things, so it wouldn't be too far out of the question that they may have something Scalpel would need. Maybe not as powerful as an Alicorn horn, but perhaps something to wet the Doctor's appetite.
I hope Grimdark is ok - usually doesn't take this long to respond.

EldritchOne said
Thats the thing, I don't know whether Astral actually has it or not, it seems he was supposed to have it, but its never been clearly stated. I guess I could have that guy overrun, but what if Grim returns and says that it contradicts what he laid out, then I'll be in some difficulty. Frankly Kap I am getting to the end of my tether, and I am beginning to lose respect for some of the more stringent rules simply due to being forced to twiddle my thumbs for weeks. I can understand Dawn's situation however- frankly I'd just like it if he kept us up to date on whats actually happening, and he is more separated from me due to the plot ties not being set up so its easier to work around his absence. Anyway, Grim will hopefully return soon, otherwise we'll probably have to enforce this part of the rules:"we’ll try to work around your character in absence, but if you up and vanish, their life expectancy will decrease suddenly. It is surprising how often people die via stray arrows to the knee…"Anyway, it may end up that that person who was supposed to deliver it has been killed, and the horn will fall into my possession regardless, but I'm gonna give Grim another week to just appear, otherwise its parcel delivery stallion mutilation time.


Is there anything else that Scalpel could use as a substitute? Say, an artifact or rare ingredient that would help his research along towards his goal?
In her mind, terror engulfed Snow's mind. A black massive swarm, the echoing shrieks, countless wings against her fur, innumerable bites, bites, bites. She could not move, and not even closing her eyes helped alleviate the horror.

It only made the experience worse.

She screamed in that terrible memory. And that scream was punctuated by laughter of her tormentor. More thoughts came to her mind, the days culminating in this horrible fate. Her days were painful as they mistreated her. But that only affected her body. This, this was like they were crushing her mind.

The Tormentor were gazing through the cage and the swarm of bats. A grim and mirthless smile the pony had. "Tell me, oh Snowy, how many lights do you see?"

But soon the memory faded, replace by a soothing feel. At first Snow Tail thought it was the asylum after she was rescued, swaddled in a straitjacket but safe. But then she realized there was warmth, a soul within the fabric now forming around her. She opened her eyes, noticing how the alicorn had reduced in size and the wondrous outfit she wore. It was the lovely blue dress she had ever seen, in a fashion that transcended time.

The fear was gone, and Tail grip softened to thankful hug. Torrnetial's promise seemed to cast away the nightmare. "Thanks," she simply said, exhausted from the memory.

Star Dancer looked up at Snow, wondering what had happened. For a moment, she had seemed to be in distress. But before she could react, Torrential had done something wonderful. And then did the same for her. Dancer usually didn't care for dresses, not even before the Division. But this one, she saw looking down, was spectacular to behold.

"Amazing. It's as if the sky had formed into fabric and shaped into a dress by your hoof, Lord Rain," she said in astonishment. Her heart warmed in the loving embrace, more intimate and caring than any other she had before. Perhaps it transcended romance - she could not tell. The only other love that compared was that for the Lady Sweeper.

She then began to blush, realizing that the dresswas part of the alicorn. That some essence of him had been imparted from the alicorn and onto them. For some reason, Dancer could not explain why she was feeling so embraced. However, if the cat smile of Tail was any indication, she came to the same realization. And frankly enjoyed it.

Snow Tail was relaxed, and wanted to continue. She still had the other business to discuss with Star Dancer… and to inform Torrential about the Moon and Stars. However, after that awesome display back in Earthborn, it would seem that the Alicorn could take care of himself.

"Ponyville? As in the old one?" she asked. "Never saw the place - I was still just a kitten before the disaster."

"I was there, once and briefly," said Dancer. "It was just after they got the new rail way installed through the town. I was on a train passing through."

"Really, how was it?"

Dancer remembered the scene decades ago, and described the sight. The younger filly had managed a window seat on the train going to Canterlot. She remembered the beautiful forest, the apple trees that must have belong to Applejack's clan, the unwalled and clean streets, the colorful and well made tents and buildings. She saw, briefly, a purple unicorn followed by a small dragon. She wondered if that was the legendary Twilight Sparkle, but soon lost the figure in the crowded street.

"At the time, nothing really special," responded Dancer. "But compared to today…" she could say nothing, and shook her head.
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