Heart of War: Thread 9.5 - Memory Lane

Feel free to add any bins/green you anons see fit to start the thread back upI may have missed a bin link

mfw I've been monitoring these threads for over 6 months now
Keep up the great work based ThingFag and LukeDaDuke!

>>28694130
Act VIII Pastebin:

http://pastebin.com/waQZwTEV

Had a mini heart attack.
>>28694205
New green once hell week is done for me.

>>28694286
That means VII is done right?

>>28694896
No. ThingFag just needs to find this new thread and cont.

Bumperino

>>28694896
VII is done I believe, I recycled the old thread prompt to make this one. In my autistic haste of creating a thread on a shitTier iPhone, I missed that Thing had posted VIII shortly after the thread was revived a couple weeks ago. So technically this thread is named incorrectly(Memory Lane), it should be namedwhatever ThingFag dictates it be upon his triumphant return

>>28695995
it'll be called:

Heart of War: Thread 9.5- The Author Gets His Shit Together

I promise I'll get back into my thousand words a day (at the least) system of updates

>>28694896
VII is done, VIII is linked here:>>28694286
(thanks to you for linking it in, I'm updating it to make sure everything can be accessed from this thread)

Before bed Bumperino

How did we fuck up so bad as to not bump the thread?

Bemp

>>28694286
>>28696212
>You haven’t felt this out of your depth since your first year in Equestria.
>God, that feels like a lifetime ago.
>Almost twenty-six years…
>You’ve spent the majority of your life here.
>And what have you done with that time?
>Sure there’s the wars, and if you wanted to you could probably have conquered the known world, but what is there beyond that?
>There are your friends.
>Lancer
>Offense
>Brairheart
>Wave
>All of them are like brothers to you.
>Together you make one big semi-dysfunctional family.
>But the only thing that you personally have is Flurry.
>Isn’t that something?
>The reasons why you fight are varied.
>But she’s the only reason why you survived.
>With her father missing, her mother reclusive, and her aunt missing as well, the last thing Flurry needed was to hear some report about how soldiers pulled your bloody corpse out of a pile of rubble.
>And she’s still keeping you alive now.
>But now it’s different.
>Now you’ll soon be directly fighting for her personal survival.
>Your own survival comes second to that, but you can and will not die until you know that she’s safe.
>If you have to die to keep her safe, then so be it.
>Until that moment comes, nothing can or will stop you.
>Not even God himself.
>And definitely not a bit of fog.

>>28697677
Thanks based ThingFag

>>28697677
>”I know that look.”
>You glance back at Tiara, still sitting opposite you.
“What look?”
>”The look that says you have nothing to lose. That you’ve made your peace and will welcome death.”
“Setting aside natural deaths, in the past millennia I have killed more than every other individual and plague combined.”
>”Orders don’t count.”
“In the first real war I was involved in, I personally killed over fifty thousand yaks.”
>”Wait, how?”
“Caused an avalanche over their encampment.”
>”That doesn’t count either.”
“Well over my career I’ve killed over a thousand with my bare hands alone. And you know my sword? Over a hundred thousand with that. Hell, I’ve effectively genocided the changelings.”
>”I don’t think you really care about those numbers.”
“Then what do you think I care about?”
>”The recollection of casualties is just a way you justify your mentality.”
“You didn’t answer the question.”
>”You’re bored. You have nothing better to do, so you just keep on going. But on some level you know that, and that’s where the brooding pseudo-guilt comes from.”
“I do not brood.”
>”If one says ‘I do not brood’ it usually means that they do.”
“Well spare me the armchair philosophy.”
>”And now you deflect the topic of the conversation.”
“What is it that you even want?”
>”Why do you even fight?”
“I fight so that all the fighting I’ve already done hasn’t been for nothing!”
>”Well that struck a nerve.”
“And who are you to question my motives? The ENTIRE known world invaded Equestria, and you just sat in a fort and watched!”

More tomorrow
>>28697700
>”No need to raise your voice.”
“How many died because you let the navy sit on their asses?”
>”After downsizes, the Saddle Arabians severely outnumbered our fleet.”
“You didn’t even TRY!”
>”And let hundreds of my men go needlessly to their deaths?”
“So that thousands of civilians might live. Do you know how many died in Baltimare? Hmm? If even one enemy supply convoy could have been disrupted, their army would have slowed down, and in that time how many civilians could have gotten away from the frontlines? How many children lost their parents because of your inaction, and how many parents lost their children for the same damn reason? But no, you sat in your comfy position and let the storm pass.”
>”So you never sat anything out?”
“When outnumbered ten to one, I fought the yaks in the streets of Manechester. When I was separated and alone, I fought my way through a changeling hive against thousands of drones. When shipwrecked, I forced myself through the desert because that was my job. When the Saddle Arabians and zebras brought the single largest army from the latest war to finally break Baltimare, even though I was still recovering from a coma caused by my deathbed, I personally led the charge against the most advanced weapons they have developed to this day.”
>She changes topics, maybe to keep you on your toes, maybe because she knows she won’t win from this angle.
>”You overthrew the government. You deposed Celestia herself.”
“Even if you don’t believe that she’s under the sway of an outsider, take a look at what she did. Secret police, mass arrests, work camps; she had become a tyrant. Was that Equestria the same one that you loved as you grew up?”
>”No, but I didn’t start a civil war to change that.”
“And I didn’t blow up a third of Canterlot because I lost a battle.”
>There is a pause in the argument as tension builds to what you feel will be the climax.

Yay not dead!

>>28697992
let's see if we can keep it that way this time

>>28697758
>“And I didn’t blow up a third of Canterlot because I lost a battle.”
Mmm, just got a nostalgia boner thinking of that epic scene

>>28697758
Seems a bit of Cabin Fever has set in on our two adventurers.

>>28697758
Did I ever say I love this story? I love this story.

Bumperino

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>>28699005

>>28699402

feels like a slow day on /mlp/

>>28699941

>>28700815
Bed calls for all of our names.

>>28701845
I never sleep thougj

>>28702143
I do

Bed Bumperino

>>28702495

>>28703050

>>28703658

>>28700815
You're slow you fucking purple nigger.

>>28704393
Hey that's not nice. This is a place of violence and war not blatant racism and profanity.

>>28704183

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>>28705934

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I love you all Anons. Keep on rocking.

>>28706640
Please stop drinking and make some green!

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>>28706905
>stop drinking
>make some green
B-but anon, drinking is how the bestlewd green is made

>>28706905
What if drinking actually helps you write green? I should try this

>>28707150
Drinking doesn't help me, but smoking does, it makes write loads. Some of it is usually random gibberish though

>>28707244
>Some of it is usually random gibberish though
sometimes that's what you need to do to get over writers block though

>>28707666
Trips confirm it is true.

>>28706447

>>28708267

>>28706640
Who exactly is that supposed to be?

>>28709369
me aftr i fuk ur mom

>>28706905
shit, how did you know?

Been heavily drinking since last update cause gf broke up with me and I'm otherwise a failure of a human being.

Relatively sober now, but exhausted. I'll be writing tomorrow afternoon.

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>>28710360
Ah shit. Sorry to hear that dude.

Here's to lost loves then.
Fuck.

>>28710360
of course
only a normalfag can get things done

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>>28710360
Don't worry, you're one of use now.
>>>/r9k/

>>28711414
>use

ONE
JOB

Bumperino

>>28711809

>>28710360
Fuck dem hoes mayne, dems be trippin

Seriously though, I know that feel, stay strong mate

>>28711414
dumb frogposter

>>28713556

>>28714354

Again

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>>28713556

k

>>28717100

>>28718999

Sitting down to write now, so I'll be working till I get too tired or Uncle Smirnoff knocks me out. Updates soon

>>28719569
>Uncle Smirnoff knocks me out
Godspeed you magnificent bastard!

>>28697758
>…
>You step off of the train car.
>Last stop: The Crystal Empire.
>You inhale the cool evening air.
>Must be around midnight, based on how dark it is.
>You stop there a moment to take in the city’s skyline.
>The way it shines in under the moon and stars is quite beautiful.
>But what’s all the commotion about?
>You can hear ponies shouting in the distance, and you can see them running through the streets.
>And all of them are running in the same direction.
>You glance up at the skyline once again, and see an illumination that is different than the normal light pollution from a city.
>Instead of a pale white, the sky has an ambient orange in it.
>What in the name of-
>It’s a fire!
>You start moving your wings, in order to get an aerial view.
>As you start to get higher, you see the city stretch out below you.
>It’s not just one…
>You count five separate blazes, each engulfing multiple city blocks.
>There are a couple pegasi in the air, all trying to use the clouds to douse the fires.
>But there are so few that it’s like trying to use a garden hose to put out a single house on fire.
>Wait…
>You look at one of the fires that’s further out from your position.
>That’s about where Winter lives!
>Just as you were about to go full speed towards her house, you stop.
>On account of the world-shaking boom.
>The sound leaves you shell-shocked, and it takes all you’ve got to stay in the air.
>Everything is blurry, but you can see the source of the explosion.
>It came from the Spire.
>And it’s falling!

More tomorrow
>>28720121
>The entire damn thing is collapsing down onto its foundation.
>Stunned from the sight and still shell-shocked, you lose stability in the air as an immense dust cloud starts to engulf the city.
>The dust blinds you, and you soon feel yourself falling.
>A jolt of pain shoots through your back as you hit the ground spine-first.
>Forcing your eyes open, you can barely see a few feet in front of yourself, and the dust is getting into your lungs, making breathing an issue.
>What’s going on?
>Why- how is this even happening?
>”Last stop.”
>What?
>-
>”Come on Sir, this is the last stop.”
>You open your eyes.
>You’re sitting on a bench inside of the train while leaning against the window.
“What?”
>The conductor is standing in the isle next to your seat, and a quick glance shows nopony else in the train car.
>”Last stop: The Crystal Empire.”
“Right. Sorry.”
>”Not a problem, after all-“
>He pauses to take a look at his watch.
>”After all, it’s five till midnight. There’s usually a sleeper or two on these late night rides.”
>You start to stand from your seat.
“Thanks for the wakeup call.”
>”Don’t mention it, just part of the job. You have a good night now.”
>You nod at the elderly pony before taking your leave of the train.
>Weird dream…

>>28720127
>It shall burn Celestia. We shall make it all burn.
Le sneaky spies leftover I bet.

>>28720248
Not two fucking seconds later it's a dream.

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>>28720248
>le

>>28720334

>>28720774

>>28721360

>>28722067

Do you think Equestria will ever recover from everything that has happened?
Will it ever become that peaceful land it used to be before Anon showed up?

>>28722756

>>28722756
I'd like to think it would be like how Europe is after WW2. The scars of war are still there but every pony learned from the experience.

>>28722756
Maybe with Anon as Chancellor he could bring peace to all the world. BY FORCE!

No creature can rebel if there are no creatures too rebel.

>>28724725
Whith Empress Flurry Heart on the throne

>>28725069
ALL HAIL KAISER VON ANONYMOUS AND EMPRESS HEART!!!!

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>"marshal"

>>28722756
>that peaceful land it used to be before Anon showed up?
Implying Horseland was ever peaceful

According to the canon that is FiM, the pones have never had true peace. Every few months(in season time) some new fuckboi villain from the past shows up hell bent on trying to conquer the place for a second round. The pone in this story arc just got lucky a human death machine showed up at their doorstep one day thanks to the help of Discord's shenangans

Before bed bump

>>28720127
>As you step off of the real train, you take in the real skyline of the real Crystal Empire in the real night.
>For real.
>You chuckle at the thought.
>Everything seems to be in order.
>No rush of ponies, no fires, and the Spire is standing tall like always.
>Still though, a quick check wouldn’t hurt.
>You begin walking through the quiet streets, every once and a while you pass another pony or two on the road.
>But for the most part it’s nice and empty.
>As you make your way to the Spire, you start planning for tomorrow.
>You should sleep at one of the spare bunks at the soldier’s barracks there.
>That way you can shop in the morning and properly surprise Winter.
>Also because you don’t want to spook her, and seeing as it is past midnight…
>But what to get her?
>Alcohol is out of the question due to her pregnancy.
>Flowers?
>No, too stereotypical.
>Flowers are the ‘I had no idea what to get you’ gift.
>The park is also out of the question.
>You’ve gone there with her a lot, and you want this visit to be special.
>Arriving at the tower, you focus away from your thoughts.
>A pair of soldiers are posted outside the main entrance.
>”Sir!”
>They both salute.
“At ease… notice anything out of the ordinary?”
>”Been quiet since the Field Marshal left for the south.”
>He means when you had issues with the MID.
>That feels like a lifetime ago.
>It seems so surreal.
>With a single word, you could have remained in the Crystal Empire to command the garrison here.
>But instead, you decided to go headlong into danger.
>And you’re about to be going headlong into MORE danger…
“Well of you don’t mind, I’m gonna take a quick look around. Got a weird vibe.”
>”Understood.”
>…
>Long story short, your mind was put to ease.
>Everything looked to be in proper order, and you ended up slinking into an unoccupied bed.
>Hopefully you don’t have any dreams.

Back tomorrow. After the next in-story day, thing in each PoV should start kicking off, so once they do, I'll have a much easier time getting stuff out. The big issue I've been having was having enough time pass to let the next set of plot developments take off.
>>28727675
>…
>You step out onto the main deck, wearing fresh clothes.
>Another day alone with Tiara.
>You had already eaten this morning, and she should have as well.
>So it’s straight to work.
>Looking over, you see her standing at the wheel.
>”That was some night, huh?”
“Let it go, we’ve got more important things to focus on.”
>”Alright, be that way. If you look ten degrees to port, you’ll see a set of sails just on the horizon.”
>You glance over towards the ship.
>And just as she said, you can see the distant object at the edge of view.
“At least now we know it’s waiting for us.”
>Aside from the occasional order, you both started working in silence.
>She mostly kept on the poop deck, and you stayed down on the main deck.
>So, you were left to your thoughts.
>And one thing stands out in particular.
>Where’s Discord?
>It’s been over a full day since he popped in to give his opinion on things.
>And you’ve gotten two nights of sleep without him invading your dreams.
>The sudden radio silence is not comforting.
>Although it probably should be.
>Maybe he finally just gave up and is letting you do your job in peace.
>Or… he could be the one making the ship appear on the horizon.
>You doubt that it’s actually him, because it’s too normal.
>If Discord is helping, it isn’t in such an obvious way.
>But whoever (or whatever) is in charge of the ship on the horizon, is leading you somewhere.
>But where?
>It’s been a straight heading, for the most part.
>And if it’s been leading you somewhere for a reason, then what is that reason?
>And more importantly: why has the Fog stopped?

>>28727865
A beautiful sight indeed.

>>28728829
Totally agree bump

Bumperino

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>>28727865
Placing a bet that they are in some testing thing and what's east is a group of scientists or something.
Similar to cabin in the woods.

LukeDaDuke where are you??

>>28733838
who cares

>>28733852
I do

>>28733852
Personally I'm looking forward to how he depicts the opposite side of the battle of Baltimare.

I miss Fredrick

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>>28734883
>Fredrick

I didn't ask for this feel

Got to get up in four hours. I should have a few hours in the afternoon tomorrow to write.
>>28734948
sorry to bring it back up
>>28727865
>…
>You knock on the door.
>A moment later Winter opens it.
“Honey, I’m home!”
>She remains still for a moment, processing the sight.
>Then she launches forwards, pulling you into an embrace.
>No words are spoken, she just holds you tight.
>And you reciprocate.
>You stand there in her warmth for a solid minute or two before she pulls her head back to speak.
>”You don’t know how happy I am to see you.”
“Probably as happy as I am to see you.”
>”Your letters didn’t mention anything about a visit.”
“It was short notice. I’m only in town for a night or two… Also I wanted it to be a surprise.”
>”Well consider me surprised. Come on, I want to show you her room.”
>She breaks her hug, and grabs you by the hoof, leading you towards the nursery.
“It’s still early, it could be a him.”
>”We went over this already. Maternal instinct- it’s a her.”
“Whatever you say dear.”
>You joke condescendingly.
>It’s good to be home.
>Home…
>…
>”So I like the crib against this wall.”
>Winter says while standing on the north facing side of the room.
>”Good view out of the window.”
“Yeah but the angle would put the sun in her eyes too much. What about that corner? If we move those dressers over, then she’ll be completely free of the glare.”
>”But then she won’t be able to see the city’s skyline.”
“I didn’t know that infants put so much value on their view.”
>”Haw haw. Very funny.”
>You don’t think she’s being serious…
“We can move her over to have a view out of the window when she’s old enough to know not to stare at the sun…”

>>28735155
A nice family friendly bonding moment before jumping back into the fires of w̶a̶r̶ military exercises.

>before wageslaving bump

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>>28737703

I'll be home in a few more hours

10

>>28733838
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>>28734883
Am back and not dead yet.

Got stressed from all the tests. Got really drunk and passed out shirtless on my tile floor.
So I have just been nursing a cold.
Once I start feeling healthy I'll write.

>>28740226
>Got really drunk and passed out shirtless on my tile floor.
I did that once, only it wasnt my house

>>28740226
Im glad you're alive....get well soon!

>>28739668

I've got nothing after class tomorrow and no gf. Around 6 i'll be writing for the rest of the night. Until then, goodnight
>>28740226
Hope everything turned out okay for you.
>>28735155
>”Well then you can move the dresser. I’ve got to take it easy.”
“You’ve barely been pregnant a few months.”
>”Big strong soldier afraid of a bit of manual labor?”
“You’re setting me up for a ‘labor’ trap aren’t you?”
>”Well the male does have it easy…”
“I’m not touching this topic; I’ll live longer that way.”
>She laughs at the statement.
“Do you work today?”
>”Tonight. I’ve been taking a few night shifts her and there because it’s been easier for me to sleep in the early morning instead of at night. I know it’s all in my head, but I guess it’s better just to do whatever’s more comfortable for me.”
“When do you head in?”
>”Eight.”
“Good that leaves us plenty of time.”
>”To do what?”
“Well, you know how you’re always saying that I’m ‘uncultured’?”
>”Not uncultured, you just don’t properly enjoy the finer things in life.”
“What’s the difference?”
>”Politeness.”
“Gee, thanks. Anyway, I was thinking that we could go to that art museum over on the east side of town.”
>”Only if we can stop to get ice cream on the way. I’ve got a craving.”
>Or she just wants ice cream, and now has a justification.
>It’s probably a bit of both.
“That little place a few block away.”
>”Look at you remembering what’s around my house.”
“Just keeping situational awareness... Also if you ever get angry that’s the closest thing I can fly to with the purpose of bringing back an appeasement.”
>Winter gives a playful punch to your shoulder.
>”You’re terrible.”
>She jokes.
“Love you too honey.”

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>>28741695
Waiting for the feces to hit the fan like a dog does a bone.

I have a bad feeling about the museum.

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>>28744625

>>28745141

I'm back home. Give me an hour or two to relax then I'll be writing for the rest of the evening.

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>>28746684

>>28741695
>…
>Many hours later, you sat on a bench.
>Currently you’re in the art museum, waiting for Winter to get back from the bathroom.
>This is one of the rooms in the museum that has more modern paintings in it.
>All of them are about the wars of the past two decades.
>You aren’t a connoisseur, but it doesn’t take a trained eye to note the stylistic changes.
>Most works from before the wars were brightly colored and stylized.
>But in this room, all of the paintings look like real ponies.
>Some of them almost look like photographs.
>The paintings in here, and in similar rooms, all focus on armored ponies or battlefields.
>One of the plaques on the wall mentioned how the modern style is called ‘Realistic Romanticism’ but many just refer to it as ‘Modern Romanticism’.
>You’re currently looking at a painting that depicts griffons manning the walls of their capital back during the Griffon War.
>They tried to annex the cities just south of their border.
>By the time the armies had gotten out that far to the northwest, the griffons had already taken over all of the territory they set out to.
>There weren’t many troops in the area because relations were good at the time.
>A few years before the Griffon War, Equestria had come to their aid when the yaks attacked them.
>The yaks had figured that Equestria was too strong to attack, so they turned to their only other neighbor.
>But when the yaks attacked the griffons, their queen came straight to Canterlot and begged for assistance.

>>28747540
>You forget the queen’s name, something with a G.
>But when she came to the capitol, Celestia ended up forming a bit of a friendship with her.
>Thus the alliance was born.
>A few years later, the griffon queen died when a minor plague hit Griffonstone.
>If you recall correctly, she was infected while trying to help the sick.
>But when she died, the designated regent just happened to ‘trip’ while going down some stairs.
>He was found dead, with eight different stab wounds.
>The replacement regent then took power and quickly mobilized the undefended northwest.
>Vanhoover and Las Pegasus were overrun within the month.
>And then they started digging in.
>They fought a defensive war through heavy forests, cities, and mountains.
>Until they were driven back to their capitol.
>This painting shows an army of the old, sick, or young.
>All of them visible afraid and physically unfit for combat.
>In reality, the griffons had plenty of adult men fighting; the war didn’t hurt their manpower that much.
>Their ability to fly makes it so more casualties are able to flee the field rather than being captured.
>It’s similar with pegasi.
>If you can’t fly off the field, you can walk off it.
>If you can’t walk off the field, you can fly off it.
>It’s only when both of them go that you’re done for.
>Also armies that have to stay on the ground disperse when broken.
>But armies in the air can use their mobility to organize retreats much more effectively.
>”Boo!”
>You feel a hoof poking into your side.
>Faking a lurch, you appear to look surprised that Winter is back.
>You know her hoofsteps, and they’re kind of loud given that the room is otherwise silent…
“You okay?”
>”Thought I was going to throw up, pregnancy sickness.”
“Sorry.”
>”It’s just a side effect.”
>She sits down next to you.
>”And besides, it’s worth it.”
>She kisses you on the cheek.

>>28747550
>”What are you looking at?”
>You point over to a different painting.
>It’s also one of the Griffonstone walls, but in this one the defenders proudly stand strong, and are alongside ponies.
>It’s from the when the yaks attacked the griffons, and you thought it was interesting how that when you were allied, the griffons were depicted as tall and strong, but when they were enemies they are shown as old and weak.
“My dad died in that battle.”
>”I’m so sorry. I know he died on duty, but I didn’t know where.”
“It was a long time ago. Besides, you grew up in a military family; you know what it’s like. Growing up knowing that dad might not come back when he leaves for work.”
>”It’s just that you specifically talked about how your mom died a couple years ago from a heart attack, but you were never specific about your dad, so I assumed you didn’t want to go into detail.”
“Oh, no. It’s fine; it was a long time ago. I guess the specifics just slipped my mind when I brought it up before.”
>”Hey Thunder?”
“Yeah.”
>“When you have to go off to fight, you come home safe and sound. Our daughter is not growing up without a father.”
“I promise.”
>”I wasn’t asking for a promise. That was an order.”
“Yes Ma’am.”
>You reach over and kiss her cheek.
“Besides, Discord himself couldn’t keep me from coming home in one piece.”
>After you said it, you realized the irony in it.
>Seeing as Discord is out of the picture.
>”I love you.”
>That seems unprovoked.
>You lean in and kiss Winter.
>This time on the lips.
>After ten seconds or so, you pull your lips away, keeping you head in the same position next to hers.
“I love you too.”

With this post, the story has reached two hundred thousand words,
>>28747563
>…
>More hours have passed.
>After the art museum, you stopped to get dinner with Winter.
>Now, you were walking back home in the late afternoon.
“So I probably won’t be needed tomorrow.”
>”Probably?”
“Most likely.”
>”Thunder. You can’t just force the entire army to push back their schedule just because you want to spend another day with me.”
“Trying to get rid of me so soon?”
>”You’re a Major. You started this year as a Sergeant.”
“My dad never made it past Corporal. If he could see me now…”
>”He’d probably tell you to do your job.”
“I come back after weeks, and this is what I get.”
>”Thunder.”
>She says in a firm voice.
>”I know what I got into when I agreed to marry you. I know that there will be times that you’ll be away for quite a while, and then there will be times of peace when we can be together day to day. Both your career and the safety of the Equestira rely on you and every other soldier actually showing up for work.”
“I suppose if I get the eight thirty train, I could be back in Canterlot before sunrise.”
>”I’m not angry at you or anything, but if the generals want you personally to do something…”
“Yeah, you’re right.”
>”Also it would be good for us. For our kids.”
“Kids. Plural?”
>”I want three or four total. Maybe five. Why? Is that a problem?”
“No, not at all… I guess I’d like a few kids. A big family to make up for me being an only child.”
>”Great, then I think in a couple of years we should look at getting a bigger house. My place could barely hold two kids.”
“Them maybe a summer house in the south by a lake somewhere.”
>”Sounds nice.”
“Yeah… it does.”

>>28747805
200,000...just look at that number and let it sink in...wow...amazing

>>28747805
Thanks for giving me something to look forward to for the past year you based bastard.

>>28747550
What are the odds the Griffon Queen was Gilda?

>>28747282

>>28747550
>eight different stab wounds
Pretty sure those stairs are a health hazard. Somepony in HR should get on that.

>>28749642

>>28749310
Does Gilda seem like the type to beg and grovel?

>>28750300

>>28751118

>>28751783

>>28752557

>>28753161

>>28753682

>>28754407

been out drinking, updates tomorrow
>>28748565
started in early march, it's been less than eight months. happy to oblige though, thanks for following it for so long.
>>28747869
it puts things in perspective. In 8 months I've written something that's over 20 times as large (and growing) as either of my senior dissertations will be.
>>28749310
take a careful look at the negotiation with the griffons back in act 2
Also, holy shit. Celestia was dealt with back in act fucking two. We're on eight.

I need to read the story from an audience PoV

>>28755550
>negotiation with the griffons back in act 2
my memory does not go back that far and i do not wish to look

>>28755749
The main thing I remember is a little brat who needed a spanking.

>>28748565

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>>28757270

>>28755550
>I need to read the story from an audience PoV
Do you even remember everything you've written from the beginning?

>"Saeda Commander, they were, ehhhh just getting started."
>The servant opens the flap leading you into a room with several Zebras and Arabians arguing.
>Seeing the difference between the two species firsthand was shocking.
>While the Arabians adorned themselves with polished armor and modern weaponry.
>The Zebras on the other hoof bare war paint and had their weapons made from wood and stone.
>What's wasn't shocking was seeing how the two interacted with each other.
>It was as if taking a time spell back to when Equestria first colonized the Zebra plains of the far South.
>"The Oracle says if we attack, defeat will follow like the wrath of an angry Yak!"
>"And our Agents say their line will break with just another push! Our Air Fleet is just days away, with their support we can finally claim this city!"
>"Beware! Beware! Doom and death is what she declares!"
>"You stripped cowards always making excuses!"
>The arguing continues and you just stand there awkwardly.
"Um...hello."
>The room goes dead silent as everypony turns to look at you.
>Things were already tense as it was, and them seeing an Equestrian probably wasn't helping.
"I am Flash Sentry. Former Commander of the Crystal Imperial Guard. I was told I will lead your armies to crush my nation’s rebellion."
>...
>The treeline perfectly covered your presence.
>As long as no loud noises are made you should be-
*Crack*
>You automatically freeze.
>Nothing.
>Inching forward you take a step.
>Another stick breaks under your hooves.
>"You hear that?"
>"What?"
>"Sounds like a stick broke."
>"So?"
>"Shouldn't we investigate?"
>"Why?"
>"What if it's a spy? Or and assassin!"
>"For the last time NOTHING IS OUT THERE! Stop waking me up! We stop whatever comes INTO the camp not OUTSIDE the camp."
>This isn't one of those spy picture shows.
>Guards won't take time to search for whatever breaks a stick in a forest.
>It's a forest, sticks break.
>Carefully you inch your way closer to the city.

>>28758790
>The past week has been…an experience to say the least.
>Instead of valiantly leading the next wave to Baltimare, the head Arabian Generals wanted you to oversee the training and techniques of the troops.
>Surprisingly all of the Arabian Generals accepted you eagerly.
>Almost all…
>Roxelana is still very adamant to your presence as well do some of the Zebras chieftains.
>Through the resentment and passive aggressive whispered insults thrown your way Selim always denounced their statements.
>He even went as far as to lecture the importance of having respect to a higher ranking officer to one of the Zebra chieftains in front of the other Mushirs.
>You’re glad to have such a loyal scribe yet that’s also a good way to wake up with a knife in your flank.
“Our foes are sun baked and mad from basking in Celestia’s sun. Do not let them bite you! Have courage! Your grandfoals shall smile when you tell them tales of how you have brought peace to both our wonderful nations!”
>You are currently standing on an improvised stage giving a speech before sending out another force.
>Selim is standing beside you speaking his foreign tongue with such a fervor that even makes you pause.
>With every gesture and movement, his acute enunciation only empowers the words even further.
>The Saracen language always seemed so vigorous and energetic yet romantic and inspiring.
>The Arabian crowd erupts in an explosion of cheers and shouts once he finishes his sentence, while the many Zebras only look on.
>This “Oracle” they follow is a damper to morale.
>How can some old Zebra predict the future?
>Selim gives a friendly smile towards you then back to the crowd. Eyes shining as bright as diamonds.
>What he lacks in physical strength his mind greatly compensates for. He would make a promising ambassador if they gave him the chance.
>He would definitely be a better diplomat than you at least. Like how Blueblood was just without the attitude.

>>28758800
>You are reminded by the time you almost started a war with Yakyakistan just by ‘insulting’ their culture.
>Thankfully Blueblood was able to defuse that situation.
>Prince Blueblood.
>It’s been years since you both got held hostage by the Yaks in their first invasion.
>For being a self-righteous silver-spooned pompous prick a part of you missed him.
>He didn’t deserve to die in those mountains.
>And now here you are.
> Sending a foreign army to crush a force raised by the man who negotiated your freedom.
>Allied to the beasts who tortured and beaten you both.
>This seems…wrong.
>No. NO! They are the ones who have insurrected!
>The Princesses have always been our leaders! It was Him who brought all this death and destruction!
>However, he also raised our quality of life.
>Only with the cost of life!
>But he didn’t start those wars, we were drawn into wars of self-defense.
>It was the other nations that grew jealous of our progression.
>Why would he lead a rebellion?
>Yes the Princesses have made some…questionable decisions, but they have always wanted the best for their subjects.
>Always.
>Confusion and doubt fills your thoughts.
>On one hoof you have your loyalty to your nation. To the Princesses. On the other is a being whose knowledge surpassed all known thinking whose actions shown his loyalty for the Equestrian citizens.
>Submit to the crown who created Equestria or stand with the ponies who make up Equestria.
>To what the Captain of the Royal Guard stated Canterlot is the only city still supporting the Princesses.
>Should Celestia stay in control if so many have risen up?
>Can she even keep control after this war?
>Selim steps next to you.
>He must’ve sensed your distressing thoughts.
>”You are doing the right thing. Our kingdoms shall prosper as they did for generations before us.”
>His reassuring smile helps you push away the thoughts.
>This is for peace.
>For Equestria.
>For Celestia!
>However one thought still lingers.

>>28758809
>As they march onward towards Baltimare one of the Arabian Generals trots up towards you both.
>By the blood red armor he wore you knew exactly who it was.
>Terskerlane. Descendant of the former warlords from the land of Transoxabia.
>From what Selim says, the soil rich plains east of Saddle Arabia all belonged to their clan.
>A clan of mighty warriors and leaders who turned a disorganized group of provinces into a might that threatened the sovereignty of the Arabian King.
>Selim explained how they would ransack the most eastern border cities causing havoc and chaos.
>After some persuasion and several tributary missions. This now feared warrior clan let Saddle Arabia extend their borders annexing their lands in exchange for control of a part of the King's Royal Army.
>And this battle hardened army joined with the rest of the King's battalions is slowly making it's way to Equestria along with a squadron of newly crafted airships.
>May Celestia show mercy on the defenders for he will not.

>>28759139
>”Aha what an invigorating performance! Good work translating our honored guest’s most exuberant words. You are dismissed Selim. I must speak with the Commander privatly.”
>Selim gives a slight bow and heads off into the camp.
“Ah, ‘Terskerlane the Mighty’, am glad you approached, I have some thoughts I need to-“
>”Those thoughts have to wait. I have news that might interest you.”
“What news? Are your war machines ready?”
>”That’s part of it. We have received word that the Yaks have retreated back to their mountains and the Griffons are stalled out. We will be fighting alone. However, the airships are en route to our location and shall be here by morning, along with the full force of our Army.”
“How many are coming?”
>”300,000 strong. All well-equipped, well trained, and ready to fight. By ends day tomorrow that eternal city shall be ours.”
“That’s actually one of my concerns, you see with-”
>”I am NOT finished Equestrian! Remember where you are. Selim has taught you well to our customs in such a short time, but I would hate for you to spoil your progress.”
“Apologies. Please continue General.”
>”Very good. Anyway, with just our army we won’t even need those pesky birds or uncivilized oxen. Once we get a hold on the city getting supplies from Arabia will be much easier with the ports. We shall parade through the streets triumphant and proud!”
>His dark brown eyes gleamed in the sunlight with his hoof raised as if posing for a statue.
“Sir...”
>”Ah yes I am done dreaming. Time to make it a reality! I will oversee this assault dampen their spirits of those weary defenders. Tomorrow is the judgment day!”
“Sir. I have a concern with your army’s intensions for my city!”
>”Intensions?”
“After the battle is over and this revolt is quenched, annexation is out right? Because Madam Roxelana stated she would become Vice Regent of the city. Surly this cannot be true. Right?”

YAY! LukeDaDuke is back!

>>28759940

>>28760514

>>28761100

Updates soon
>>28759173
Frederick hype intensifies

Nice to see your green

>>28747805
>…
>Waking in the middle of the night, you feel incredibly cold.
>From a lantern’s light, you can even see your breath fog the air in front of your mouth.
>Goosebumps cover your shirtless body, as you feel the cold air against your skin.
>You’re not sure what, but something is definitely wrong…
>As you rise from your bed, you grab your sword and unsheathe it.
>Taking the lantern with your free hand, you start making your way to the main deck.
>As you step away from your cot, you start checking the corners around you.
>You’re not letting someone or something get the drop on you.
>With each step you take, you carefully avoid making noise.
>Every instinct you have is telling you ‘ambush’.
>But as you start ascending the stairs, you don’t encounter any disturbance.
>Only an empty ship.
>On the next deck, you continue ascending slowly.
>You do notice that while it is still unusually cold, it is no longer as freezing as it was when you woke.
>If Discord is just messing with you, you’ll kill him.
>Eventually you reach the open air.
>Setting your lantern down on a nearby crate, you adjust to the light from the stars and moon.
>You’d guess that it’s around two or three in the morning.
>As you scan the ship, you don’t see anyone on the main deck or the poop deck.
>That’s when you see it.
>A ship.
>Just slightly larger than your own.
>All of the sails on the other ship are up.
>But it’s still moving across your field of vision.
>It’s maybe a hundred feet out, moving parallel to your ship.
>As it moves towards the stern of your ship, you note that a single broadside from it would effectively destroy the Avalon.

More tomorrow
>>28762512
>The last thing you notice about it before it disappears into the darkness of the night is that you can’t see any crew members on deck.
>Is that another ship that has lost all hands due to the Fog?
>Or maybe it’s the ship that has been showing you the way?
>Is this a dream?
>You speak in a quiet voice:
“Discord?”
>As you wait on the deck for a reply, you feel the temperature start to rise to a normal level.
>You should check on Tiara.
>Walking over to her cabin, you keep your sword at the ready.
>Your eyes have adjusted well enough that as you enter her room, you see that she is sleeping soundly in her bed.
>Her blanket and fur must have let her sleep through the cold.
>You hear a slight snore from her.
>As you turn to exit the room, you stop at the door.
>You’re starting to understand why on the rare occasions when people do come back from the East, they don’t come back fully sane.
>You’ve never been so…
>It’s hard to find the exact word.
>Spooked?
>This is the most unsettled you’ve felt in a long time.
>You glance back at Tiara.
>And then sigh.
>Walking over to the table in the center of the room, you pick up a chair.
>Then take it to the corner opposite of her bed.
>After setting it into the corner, you sit in it and rest your sword atop your lap.
>You aren’t going to be able to sleep anymore tonight.
>And if anything else happens, you want to have a witness at hand.
>Also you should try and protect the only other soul on the ship.
>You lean back slightly and get ready to wait for the morning.

Bumper jumper

>>28763278

Bumperino

>>28763278
The only real button layout

>>28764995

>>28765288

>>28765884

>>28766809

>>28767569

>>28767589

>>28765041
For Phara at least

>>28768398

Adios Motherfuckers were a mistake?
Also drunk bump.

>>28770042
Why do our writefags have to be alcoholics?

>>28770096
Because life's a piece of shit when you look at it

just got home. I'll pump out an update before bed. I promise I'll be home early tomorrow.

>>28770187
Yess

>>28762516
>…
>Eventually you see movement from Tiara.
>As she groggily moves her head to inspect her surroundings, you see her eyes shoot open as they look at you.
>She also let out a little ‘eek’ and jumped a bit.
>”What are you doing in here?”
>As she spoke, you could hear her voice shift from shock to agitation.
>”And where is your shirt?”
“We need to talk.”
>”What?”
“We’re not alone out here.”
>…
>After a night of sleeping on the train, you arrived back in Canterlot.
>When you got off of the train, you decided to fly straight to the palace.
>You should only be slightly late for today’s meeting.
>…
>As you open the door to the meeting room, Brairheart greets you:
>”Glad you decided to join us, Major.”
>Wave immediately speaks up:
>”Like I’ve said already, I gave him the time.”
>You walk over to an empty chair.
>You do notice that the table has been replaced.
>It’s a (hopefully temporary) folding table, but it works.
“So, where are we?”
>Lancer answers:
>”The meeting room.”
>Offense lets out a disgusted sigh at the pun.
>Lancer then continues:
>”We’ve dealt with everything for today. Nothing you need to worry about.”
“Then does that mean…”
>Brairheart speaks:
>”We’re ready to leave whenever you are.”
“What about Call?”
>”The Corporal is already packed and aboard the airship.”
>Well then.
>Looks like this is it.
“I can be ready in ten minutes.”
>”Then I’ll see you on the Prydwen.”
>Lancer then addresses you two:
>”I hope you enjoy her maiden voyage.”
>He then looks directly to you
>”And I hope that you enjoyed your R&R. But I don’t have to remind you that if you’re discovered and captured, then you will be disavowed and left to the Saddle Arabian ‘justice’ system. This mission could be the start of a lasting peace, so I expect you to fulfill your duties to the best of your abilities... Good luck.”

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>>28771156

>>28771919

>>28772424

Can someone remind me how Brairheart and Call and all those other ponies looks like?

>>28773325
They look like horses in armor.

>>28773215

>>28773499
Perfect

>>28774475

>>28775856

>>28770362
Hey Thingfag. I just wanted to say that I'm really grateful that you've kept the story going for as long as you have and haven't given up on it or anything. It's been a great read so far and I feel like it'll continue to be that until the very end. I'm already dreading for the day when this story comes to a close, be it on a sad or a happy note, just because I feel like that after 8 months of near daily updates and such, reading the updates before bed become a part of the usual daily routine for me. Either way, I still look forward to reading more and will continue to have sexual fantasies about you. I love you

>>28777034
He's MINE.

Free beer was offered.

Free beer was taken.

I'm sober enough to write, updates soon
>>28773325
Lancer- earth pony, pale blue coat, greying black mane

Brairheart- unicorn, gold coat pitch black mane

Offense- pegauss, beige coat, darker brown coat

Wave- earth pony, pale red coat, blood red (but balding) mane

Thunder- pegasus, light grey coat, nearly black mane kept short, pale blue eyes

Winter- Crystal pony, standard nurse white coat with red mane

Amber- Crystal pony, light hazel coat, dark golden mane

Call- pegaus,dark brown coat, black mane

Port- never actually stated. for the record: earth pony, tan coat, light brown mane.

That should be all major non-canon characters.

>>28777034
I love you too. And don't worry, we're definitely past the half way mark, but i think I've got another hundred thousand words or so to tie everything together. After that I might do few assorted historical scenes to clarify Anons past. But after that, it'll be back to lurking prompt threads for something to catch my fancy. I think, however, that this will be the story I will most pleased with.
>>28777415
I also love you, no need to fight

Back tomorrow
>>28770362
>…
>Tiara found your encounter with the other ship to be disconcerting, but she did believe you.
>But even if it was just a dream or other construct of your mind, you still have only one way to go.
>To follow the ship on the horizon.
>Wherever it might be leading you.
>After you brought her up to speed with what you saw in the night, you went to get a shirt.
>You also attached your sheathe to your belt, a habit you have fallen out of the past few weeks.
>With a white t-shirt over your chest, you went back to the main deck.
>And after a few hours, you and Tiara had managed to get the Avalon underway.
>You’ve been led around by this ship for days.
>How much longer will it be guiding you?
>You know it isn’t leading you in circles, because it’s always been on a northwestern path.
>But you can’t help but shake the feeling that this is like an angler fish.
>The ship could be leading you straight to the slaughter.
>However that possibility is just that- a possibility.
>Taking a deep breath, you walk over to the starboard side of the ship.
>You inspect the horizon, watching the endless ocean.
>It’s pretty cloudy today; sunlight only rarely peeks out,
>But the waters are fairly calm.
>It’s actually a bit beautiful.
>In a ‘deadly uncharted expanse’ kind of way.
>You let out a small sigh, and prepare to turn back to your duties.
>Need to make sure some of the knots are secure.
>But you immediately stop as your surroundings start to change.
>Fog is rolling in.

>>28777451
>free beer
>free
The Jew inside me screamed a little at me for not being there.

>>28777451
>Port
>Major character

Does this mean he is alive?

>9

>>28778673
Poor Silver Spoons is a widow.

>>28779161

>>28778673
THOSE taken can never return.

>>28780271

>>28759173
>A cliffside.
>Sea salt filled the air.
>Looking down the waves crash and retreat against the unmovable rocks far below in an endless dance.
>A heavy wind blew flowing through your rugged unkempt mane.
>The sound of Equestrian soldiers readying up down by the city echoed its way to your location.
>Atop this cliff you can see everything.
>Or could have seen everything.
>A mist rolled in blanketing the open plains slightly reducing your vision of the valley.
>The most you can see now is the ruins of Baltimare. And you had to strain your eyes to get even the remotest image of what you saw.
>Closing your eyes you take a deep breath relaxing yourself.
>Breath in…
>Breath out…
>Repeat.
>The sound of winds, waves, and shouts slowly mesh together bringing silence to your ears.
>Calmness.
>Serenity.
>Peace.
>Ten minutes go by and nothing changes.
>Everything is still serene.
>Then you hear it.
>It’s behind you.
>The sound was slight, but in the stillness it’s audible as ever.
>A hoofstep crushing grass.
>Turning around and opening your eyes you face a familiar hooded Caspian.
>His wide, warm, ever iconic smile greets you like a friend would.
>”I am GLaD you have made it in time. The show is about to start.”
>Puzzled he motions you to look back into the valley.
>To your surprise the mist has dispersed, but that wasn’t what shocked you.
>All along the treeline of the Hayseed Swamps stood myriads of myriads of soldiers.
>And in the distance loomed seventeen airships.
>Back in front of the city the defenders were lining up for…a charge?
>That’s insane, they must be outnumbered ten to-
>”FORWARD!”
>Suddenly and ear piercing roar bellows down from the heavens.
>What in the name of Celestia, was that monstrous sound?
>"The Day of Judgement is upon us. Like them, let us see whose name shall live in marble, and whose lost in sand."

>>28781154

>>28781154

>>28783026

only just now got home from campus, need sleep. Updates coming early tomorrow afternoon.

>>28783817

>>28784867

>>28785082

>>28784136
Oh the yanks are coming the yanks are coming.

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>>28786170
unfortunately, it'll be a bit longer of a wait. I was only able to come home today for a few minutes, I've go to head back out. Fortunately, I have a late start tomorrow, so I'll work into the wee hours of the night when I get back home in 6-7 hours

>>28781589
>"Forward march!"
>A thunderous roar of stomping hooves fills the air as the colossal army slowly springs to life.
>The force wasn't exactly what any of you or the generals were expecting.
>The amount of stallions we have isn't a problem.
>It's the fear the spreads among them. It infects each troop like an incurable virus.
>A majority of the troops seemed they were rushed through training.
>Only a small percentage seemed to have had any experience in fighting.
>That small percentage still made up over fifty thousand. All of which were former soldiers under Terskerlane.
>They looked to him as if he is as powerful as Celestia herself.
>As long as he lives they will fight to the death.
>Hopefully their confidence will inspire them to fight.
>While confidence inspires confidence fear encourages fear.
>Those zebras are slaves to their soothsayer.
>'Doom and death shall be our final breath.'
>I pity them and their archaic beliefs.
>After today, Equestria shall be once again united and peaceful under the reign of the Princesses.
>After returning from the battle yesterday, Terskerlane assured you that Roxelana would never be Vice Regent of Baltimare.
>A runner in red approaches.

>"Commander Sentry. Word from Master Terskerlane. You will be in the front with General Roxelana while he oversees with the other Mushirs."

>>28788520
"How can I lead? They may tolerate my presence, but I know that many are still resentful. They would never listen to any of my orders. Even General Roxelana holds onto animosity."
>"Which is why Selim is accompanying you. He has proven more than once to be useful. Now he can prove once and for all his worth."
"No, I forbid him to come. He is unfit for service and has no place on the battlefield."
>"Who are you to take away the thing he wanted most in life?"
"He is MY FRIEND! And he is assigned as my indentured servant under YOUR customs!"
>"That is up to neither me nor you. Master Terskerlane already has him lined up, you better find them before they get too far ahead."

>With a spread of your wings you hastily fly scanning the front lines.
>A blur of spearstalls, archers, shieldbearers, and lancers pass from under you.
>No.
>No.
>No.
>A sea of gold, red, and black marches under you.
>Finding the two would be as hard as finding a needle in a haystack.
>After a moment one of the soldiers catches your eye.
>His awkward limp and twitch signaled it's your incapacitated friend.
>Marching next to him, carrying an extra pack no doubtfully his, is Roxelana.
>She looked incredibly peeved.
>Gliding down next to them Selim gives a warm smile while Roxelana grunts in disgust.

>"Master Sentry!"
>"WHAT ARE YOU DOING USING YOUR WINGS?! Get down NOW!"
"Finding the two of you. I am to join you in leading the force."
>"March like the rest of us Equestrian! Your elevated height could make us an easy target for artillery fire."
>As you land on the ground a few cheers can be heard.
>They were happy to be led by you!
>It felt good to be at the head of an army again.
>The last time that happened was back before this whole mess ever started.
>Before watching all your troops die in that Yakistani work camp.
>This won't end like that.
>Never again.

>>28788968
>"I shall not let you down Master Sentry. I shall fight to the last breath with all my might."
>"No you won't. You will let him down. You will die in a pool of your own blood begging for death."
>Selim becomes silent and looks to you for encouragement.
>You give back a smile but say nothing.
>He's not fit for service.
>Roxelana even has to carry his pack for Celestia sake.
>Why would General Terskerlane order him to join us, at the front for no less.
>Roxelana speaks up.
>"The most joy I will get out of today is being finally rid of you Equestrian. Once you both fall in battle I will claim this city."
"What are you talking about? General Terskerlane assured me that no land of Equestria will be annexed."
>"How naive can you be? Annexation was always an option! he didn't send us to the front to lead the attack. We were assigned here so we can be killed and HE can become Vice Regent. With you gone he wouldn't have to worry about his promise to you."
"And with you gone he wouldn't have to challenge anypony else for power."
>"Yeah well I don't plan on dying yet so-"
>Suddenly above your heads an ear-piercing roar bellows.
>Shouts of fear spread through your area.
>Looking up you see something that would give Celestia herself a chill down her spine.
>There plunging towards you was a manticore with a gold platted man perched atop it.
>A long sharp halberd raised high in his right hand.
>You are stunned with fright.
>If you don't move he will kill you.
>Come on body MOVE!
>Nothing.
>Your petrified body stands motionless as the monster barrels towards you.
>Closing your eyes you wait for the cold blade to sever your head.

>>28789436
Welcome back you magnificent bastard!
I missed you!

>>28789632
GLaD to be back and reading TFs green.

>9

gonna try to nap for a couple hours because I'm too tired to do a proper all-nighter. When I get up I'll write a handful of updates before shifting to class work

>>28791256

>>28791821

>>28792281

What ever became of rutt poster?

>>28791818
I thought you just said you were going to fap a few hours

>>28793354
He's a busy guy.

>>28793354
that too. Really I just fell asleep properly. I did get up early to get a few posts done.
>>28793909
4U
>>28778025
>…
>Your eyes slowly start to open.
>Rolling over, you look at the map of Equestria on your ceiling.
>As you look up at the cities and roads, you get a strange feeling in your gut.
>You shuffle yourself over to the side of your bed and start to get up.
>As soon as you get onto your hooves, you feel dizzy.
>Pacing around the room a bit helps you to find your legs.
>As you go over to look out of your window, you feel a terrible headache surface.
>It feels like somepony just shot a cannon off inside of your skull.
>You don’t really feel up to it, but you have to go check out the city.
>This is your first day in this fake Crystal Empire.
>It can’t be real.
>You’ve got to be in a dream or a coma.
>… or you’re dead.
>But you don’t think the dead can get headaches, so that’s a plus.
>As you look down into the city below, you get a strange feeling.
>It’s like you’ve walked those streets already.
>Not the streets of the Crystal Empire, you feel like you walked the streets of this fake one before.
>But this is your first ‘day’ here.
>You wandered an empty void for who knows how long, and arrived here before you went to sleep.
>You’re not sure exactly how much time has passed, because the sun hasn’t moved an inch.
>It’s sometime around noon.
>And it has been for weeks.
>What?
>Why did you just think that?

>>28793989
>You shake your head.
>Probably just the headache.
>Well you better get down there.
>Reaching out to open the door to the balcony, the feeling of having done this before returns.
>You stop your hoof before it can touch the door.
>No.
>There’s no proper through process as to why, but you don’t open up the balcony.
>Instead, you turn and begin walking to the door to your room.
>You’ll take the stairs.
>Stepping out into the empty hallway, you begin heading for the stairs.
>Something feels wrong.
>On an incredibly base level.
>Like you’ve upset some kind of cosmic order.
>Stepping into the stairwell, a sense of immense dread overtakes you.
>It’s almost palpable.
>Without thinking, you move towards the stairs leading downwards.
>Wait.
>The top of the spire.
>You don’t know why you are thinking about it, but the thought of it provokes a vague feeling of importance.
>But the stairs downwards are almost calling to you.
>Like you NEED to go walk through the empty streets.
>Like that is the only thing you ever have to do.
>You slowly start to turn around, and you can feel your body lurch slightly backwards, towards the stairs downward.
>The first few steps towards the upward stairs are incredibly slow.
>Almost like you have to wade through a pool of syrup that’s up to your ears.
>And with each step, you feel yourself more open to moving away.
>But with each step, you feel your headache flare slightly.

I'll be back later
>>28793996
>After getting past a floor or two, you feel yourself freed entirely from the pull downward.
>Also your headache died down slightly, and you no longer feel dizzy.
>Overall, you feel reinvigorated.
>Stretching out your wings, you prepare to fly up the rest of the way.
>…
>You’re here.
>The top of the spire.
>But why?
>Then it hits you.
>It isn’t your headache, but a shock shoots through your skull.
>And you remember everything.
>Everything.
>All of what happened leading up to your imprisonment.
>And every single day that was lost in this fake Crystal Empire.
>But then a distinctively different feeling goes through your head.
>Less of a shock and more of a crush.
>And then it was all gone…
>You’re here.
>At the top of the spire.
>But why?
>Nothing comes to mind.
>A wave of exhaustion hits you, and your eyes start to droop.
>You desperately need rest.
>Well, time to start the walk down the stairs to your room.
>…
>At long last, after a long day of walking through the city, you are back in your room.
>You had over to your bed, and let yourself collapse into it.
>It was so strange.
>All of those empty houses.
>But it wasn’t just ponies missing.
>You saw dog houses without dog, wasp nests without wasps, and ant hills without ants…
>Only you didn’t…
>Today you went up to the top of the spire.
>Then you got tired.
>But weren’t you only awake for an hour or so, if that?
>Your eyes slowly begin to close.
>And you hear a strange scurrying noise coming from the hallway.
>But that is all forgotten as you drift off to sle-
“NO!”
>Not this time.

>>28793271
Some say if you let the thread go to 10 he will arise from his rut feted slumber.

>>28793998
At long last the spell will be broken.

>>28793039

>>28794754

>>28789436
>"Get down Master!"
>The words triggered nothing as your body refused to move.
>Suddenly something hits the broadside of your body forcing you out of the way.
>Out of the corner of your eye you spot the monster pull up out of the dive, and glide over the entire army.
>Screams of terror and panic leave a trail of his direction.
>Getting your bearings you see Selim atop you holding out a helping hoof to get up.
"Thank you Selim. I don't know what else to say."
>"Just don't let it happen again. I don't think tackling is good for my back."
>All around you see the subconscious fear inside all the troops started to leak out.
>Many were already trying to turn to flee.
>"GET BACK INTO RANKS! IF I OR ANY OFFICER SEES A DESERTER, THE ONLY ESCAPE YOU WILL HAVE IS TO THE AFTERLIFE!"
>While Roxelana and some of Terskerlane's Captain's tried to rally back the troops an explosion can be heard above.
>An airship is hit!
>In a spectacle of purple fire and explosions, two of the machines collided with each other raining down debris.
>"MOVE FORWARD! DIE TO THE SWORD NOT BY FALLING WASTE!"
>Another explosion comes from above.
>Another airship down.
>You can only imagine the horrors those flightless stallions are in inside those burning ballons.
>To decide to jump a hundred stories high or choose to sit and slowly burn.
>You fully understand the value of being born a pegasus now.
>As the troops try to line up, Selim motions you to look up.
>You spot the manticore and its rider high in the sky.
>Something is wrong though.
>As they get aligned, the beasts opens it jaws and drops something.

>>28795339

>>28795931

>>28796700

Got caught up with the World Series
Go Cubs Go
I'll be writing tomorrow

>>28798657
how about them cubbies

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>>28798657
Remember to laugh at Nate Silver

>>28798947
(((Nate Silver)))
That kike is going to get BTFO'd by the Cubs then the God Emperor.

>>28799477

>>28799700

>>28800254

>>28800753

>>28801210

No updates today.

I think gym + The Habbit is killing me.

>>28802045
Why would you eat after a workout? That doesn't even sound good.

>>28793998
>…
>You just stood there on deck.
>Looking at the fog.
>it’s just normal fog.
>The ship is still moving, the waters below have not become still, and although visibility is drastically reduced, you still have a couple hundred feet of vision.
>It’s not ‘The Fog’ it’s just fog.
>Okay…
>It’s just weather, right?
>But it did come in rather quickly.
>Dare you say, too quickly?
>You glance over at Tiara, who seems to be completely paralyzed.
“Hey.”
>She doesn’t move, her eyes just locked in a thousand yard stare into the distance.
“HEY!”
>She shakes her head back into reality.
>”Wha… what?”
“What do we do?”
>”I… We should bring in some sails. Keep moving but slow down.”
>Makes sense.
“Alright.”
>She remains at the wheel, attempting to keep the heading more or less the same.
>And you…
>You get ready to do more manual labor.
>You’re too old for this.
>…
>Your hoofsteps, as well as many others echo through the well-lit yet metallic hallways of the Prydwen.
>Fires would be too dangerous to use as a light source, so the interior of the ship has areas in the ceiling that hold (non-explosive) crystals that unicorns enchanted to produce light.
>You heard an engineer say that they should last for over two decades before needing replacements.
>In areas that need to be darkened, such as crew quarters, there are shutters that can be closed to darken the room, but the hallways are always lit.

>>28802545
“This entire ship is a technological and magical marvel.”
>”It certainly is… something.”
>Call responds as you walk alongside him.
“And to think that it takes a dozen specially trained unicorns just to keep it in the air.”
>There are over a thousand crewmembers, although around seven hundred are dedicated to the ship’s operations.
>The remainder of the crew is dedicated soldiers, but around five hundred more could be packed in if a ground force was needed in a strategic or tactical location.
>If she had a full complement, the Field Marshal could conquer a nation with this ship alone.
>Well it’s the Marshal, bad example.
>The point is that it’s ludicrously well-armed.
>The introduction of it onto the battlefield will either lead to peace in our time, or spark an arms race.
>You sincerely prefer the former.
>”Well, here we are.”
>A large set of double doors lie at the end of the hallway.
>The forward observation room.
>You see eight unicorns and four pegasi sitting at benches on either side of the hall next to the door.
>If you recall one of your talks with Brairheart, these are runners.
>They either fly to or teleport to different areas of the ship to relay orders from the ship’s commander.
>Anything from a broadside to a full stop is always just a teleport away.
>Well, time to see the Admiral.
>You approach and open the door.
>Stepping into the room, you see that about half of it is windows.
>The glass panes angle upward so that the ponies inside can have a one eighty degree view of the horizon and land below.
>”Ah, Major.”
>Brairheart looks at Call.
>”Thank you Corporal, you can wait outside.”
>”Sir.”
>You wait until the door is closed before speaking.
“She seems like fine ship, Sir.”

>>28802552
>”That she is. Although, I’m sure that Anonymous would use this room as his main bridge, I will not be. It’s a good view, but being one of the most forward areas of the ship, and protected by glass alone…”
“All it takes is a lucky shot to kill the commander.”
>”Still, it works well enough when in friendly skies.”
“It is quite the view.”
>”Personally I prefer the feeling of the wind. The enclosed space makes things much more…”
“Detached?”
>”Exactly.”
“I’m sure the combat performance will be well worth the lost romanticism.”
>”You know, that when Anon had me start construction on the air fleet, he prioritized this ship.”
“Wouldn’t it have been quicker to put a few older style ones together?”
>”It certainly would have been quicker. But when the order was given, he later came to me in private. At that time, we were assuming the worst: that against so many nations, the war would drag on for years. So we started work on this ship instead. A few older airships wouldn’t make that much of a difference, we thought that a new and vastly superior model, although there would only be one of them, would be much more effective in breaking the will of our enemies.”
“Then he went and won the war in a couple of months.”

Small post because character limit. More later or tomorrow, might not get a chance to write tonight.
>>28802568
>”Excuse me a moment.”
>Brairheart goes over to the door, and opens it before speaking to a runner.
>”Get us moving on the pre-established heading. Move quickly, but don’t push the unicorns too hard, we have plenty of time to ease into higher speeds.”
>He then leaves the door open as he moves close to the front facing windows.
>Outside, you hear a pop as a unicorn teleports away.
>”It’s funny actually.”
>You walk over next to him, looking at Canterlot below.
>”We build the greatest weapon of war ever imagined, only to have it completed at a time it might never be used for that purpose. Don’t get me wrong, that’s a good thing, but it is still rather ironic.”
“I suppose it is.”
>You feel the ship lurching to life, as the view starts shifting from Canterlot to the valley below.
>Smooth ride.
>Well, smoother than expected.
>This is it.
>You’ll be back into the fight soon enough.

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>>28804170

>>28805124

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>>28806290

Did you know that sweet potato is a remarkable plant. It’s a staple food of many traditional cultures. NASA has considered it a potential crop to be grown on spaceships for long term missions. In terms of energy production it’s only 3rd behind sugar cane and cassava. It produces the most food value (a combination of edible energy and nutrition) of any crop per unit space and time. A study of Fijian farms using manual labour showed that ratio of energy put into farming vs yield of energy was 1:17 for rice and 1:60 for sweet potato. It grows on marginal soil and doesn’t require much nitrogen to grow. It takes a relatively short growth period of 3-4 months to yield. All parts of the plant can be eaten including the leaves which provide additional protein and nutrients.

>>28806845
How interesting...Thing fag you better mention the kitchen on the Prydwen specializes in making sweet potatos. It could be the Equestrian equivalent to Spam rations for the soldiers.

Bumperino

>>28806920
>spam rations
>spam
Ewww gross.

>>28807681
Spam is delicious!
>>28795473
>It was a stallion!
>His screams of pain and fear brought the attention of Selim and Roxelana.
>As he hit the ground, a wave of blood drenched you and Selim while a sickening crack sounded off through the explosions.
>Looking at the mess you notice it wasn't just a random soldier.
>It was General Terskerlane himself!
>Trying your best not to throw-up you take in the sight.
>A steady pool of blood started to form where he lay.
>His skull smashed open on impact spewing his brains and bone onto the ground and an unlucky soldier.
>Intestines dangled out from the giant tears in his once fine plated armor.
>Not doubt those were caused from being a chew toy for that beast.
>All four of his hooves were bent in unnatural positions revealing the tendons and splintered bones.
>Torn open and dropped from a hundred feet.
>A hell'ofa way to die.
>Now you are really GLAD to be born a pegasus.
>If he gets a monument at least it can say he *fell* at the front lines.

>>28807448

>>28809104

>>28809808

>>28811406

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>>28812767

>>28812957

>>28813199

>>28808176
>Spam is delicious.
Luke is trailer trash confirmed.

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>>28814086

>>28813617

>>28814100
THAT'S a nice drawing. Who is that supposed to be?

>>28815076
Queen Umbra maybe? Wrong thread...

>>28815111
She's one of the characters from "Them's fightin herds"

>>28815267
She looks like a mix between a donkey and a changeling.

>>28815267
Ah, nice. Haven't read any of that one

>>28815385
I think she's supposed to be the "original unicorn" or something like that.

>>28815577
>read
Its the game that replaced "Fighting is Magic" when it got C.O.D.'d

>>28814086
Hawaiians and other Pacific islanders are trailer trash?

>>28815913
Oh...ok

So people are aware, I'll be back late this night/wee hours of the morning (depends on how long I'm drinking), but I'm clear tomorrow to wrire

>>28816457

>>28816457
Cheers big ears.

>>28816978

>>28816457
drinks got pushed to next week, I'm back. Updates coming in a few hours

>>28818540
Hurrah for sobriety!

>>28819324
Boo on sobriety!

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>>28819672

>>28819683

>>28815385
Better than what changelings have become...

>>28820087

Fell asleep at the computer last night. Here's the stuff I was workign on. Taking a couple hours to relax, then I'll be back
>>28802579
>…
>You start to rise from your bed, fighting off the immense urge to sleep.
>No matter what happens, you can’t allow this cycle to continue.
>As you start walking away from your bed, you feel the desire to rest drifting from you.
>You attempt to make as little noise as possible, carefully setting down your hooves as you step.
>What is that noise?
>As you reach the door, you stop to listen.
>At first you could hear a slight tapping against the ground.
>But that stopped once you approached.
>Now you can hear a kind of whispering.
>You can’t pick out any specifics, it’s just sounds.
>But the tone is what frightens you.
>It doesn’t sound like a pony’s voice, instead it’s semi-disembodied.
>Like it’s speaking directly into your ear.
>And it sounds almost melodic, less like a voice and more like the sound of waves hitting a beach.
>You have a bad feeling about this.
>Reaching out to grab the handle, you open the door.
>The hallway is empty.
>You peek out your head and look both ways.
>Not a soul to be seen.
“Hello?”
>Stepping out into the hall, you hear the door slammed behind you.
>You jumped at least five feet forward as it impacts.
>You also may have let out an incredibly undignified scream.
>Turning back to face your door, you approach it and try to open it.
>It won’t budge.
>You have a very bad feeling about this.

>>28821714
>In the corner of your eye, you could have sworn you just saw movement.
>Though when you turn, the hallway is as empty as it always is.
>But you thought you saw something right in that doorway…
>And that doorway is the access to the stairs.
>You walk slowly towards the stairwell, taking care to listen for any noises other than your hoofsteps.
>You even glanced over your shoulder a few times.
>But you can hear and see nothing.
>Stepping into the (empty) stairwell, you stop and listen.
>It’s very distant, but you can hear voices echoing up from below.
>Actual voices.
>So you begin following them.
>They lead you down many flights of stairs.
>With each step you take, you hear your hoofsteps echo through the stairwell.
>It’s only now that you realize how loud the spire was.
>Back in the real world, that is.
>At any hour, you could hear hoofsteps and voice echo through the crystal structure.
>It was an ambient commotion that was always constant.
>To have it so quiet is just wrong.
>It’s unsettling.
>There’s no other way to describe it.
>…
>The voices led you down, and eventually you stood at the entrance to the throne room.
>The double doors are shut, and you can hear voices coming from behind them.
>You still can’t pick out any words though.
>Well, you’ve come this far.
>There’s no turning back.
>You open up one of the doors and look into the throne room.
>At the far end of the room, in the throne itself, you see-
>”Flurry!”
“Mom?”

>>28820469
Eh. They aren't too bad.

>>28821139