Heart of War: Thread 10- Three Journeys

>>28897729
>As you look through the opening, you look to the horizon.
>Perfectly clear, no sign of the Fog.
>If you’re in the crater or in this room, any fog is invisible from this point of view.
>A cloud or two can be seen in the sky, so it isn’t just gaseous vapor that is invisible from here.
>You have an idea…
>Putting a hand on the nearest support, you lean your head out of the opening.
>As soon as your eyes cross the threshold, the horizon becomes obscured from the Fog.
“What do you see out the window?”
>Tiara paces over to you.
>”Nothing’s changed.”
>You pull your head back, and the Fog immediately disappears.
“Go on, stick your head out.”
>”Why would I eve- oh.”
>As her head bobs forward, you don’t see the horizon change from its clear status.
>She actually pulls her head back and sticks it through a few times.
>”That’s…”
>You start to walk away from the opening.
>Although it’s certainly peculiar, you won’t be able to learn anything from it.
>The altar on the other hand…
>Now that you have proper light, you begin to inspect it.
>A quick glance shows that it appears to be completely smooth on every surface.
>So you begin feeling and pressing against the sides of it.
>Alas, you can find no hidden compartment.
>It’s just a rectangular slab of rock.
>Glancing over your shoulder, you notice that Tiara is still moving her head back and forth through the window’s threshold.
>Is she…
>Enjoying herself?
>You didn’t think she was physically capable of doing that.

I'll be back later today.
>>28904662
>You sigh under your breath and turn back to face the room.
>There’s only one other thing of note.
>The skeleton.
>You walk over to the corner it’s leaning against.
>Looking at a few different angles, it doesn’t look like there’s anything else with the skeleton.
>Just the bones and the coat the pony was wearing.
>Age has turned the material of the coat brown, and many bits seem to have deteriorated away.
>You kneel down and start to search the pockets.
>In one of them, you find a small glass bottle.
>At a guess, you’d say it was for alcoholic purposes.
>The other pockets seem to be empty.
>Wait.
>From one of the front pockets, you pull out a small book.
>”Find anything?”
>Tiara asks as she paces over to you.
>You hold up the book.
“A journal, I think.”
>”That’s… quite the find actually.”
>You rise from your position.
“Let’s head back to the ship, you can look through records while I start at this.”
>And so you began the trip down the meandering mesas of the crater.
>When you reach the tunnel to the outside, you glance back and take a look around.
>You hope that there’s something in the files that Tiara has, or in this journal.
>If there isn’t then you’re back at square one.

>>28904670
Our new home.

wew wee boyz, new thread with fresh green! Fapperday doesn't get much better than this

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Follow your dreams

>>28905963
That is the most ridiculous thing I have seen.

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>>28905288
UPON THESE DIGITS IS HIS WORD DEEMED TRUE

PRAISE KEK
SHADILAY

>>28905288
May we stay for long time.

>>28907029
PRAISE HIM

>>28904670
>…
>You exit from the forward observation room, having finished lunch with the Admiral.
>Starting down the hallway, you start making towards the guest quarters that you’ve been assigned.
>You think you’ll rest a bit before hitting the gym.
>However, about halfway to your quarters, you encounter a pegasi.
>He’s wearing the sky blue naval uniform, and the bars on his shoulders signify a Commander.
>Meaning that because the Air Fleet uses naval ranks, he outranks you.
>You stop to stand at attention and salute.
“Commander.”
>”At ease Major. In fact, you’re just the pony I was looking for.”
>He looks to be in his mid-thirties, his light grey coat and short kept light blue mane match well with the uniform.
“I’m sorry to say that you have me at the disadvantage.”
>”Commander Clear Skies, I’m the Executive Officer.”
>Because Admiral Brairheart chose to command the Prydwen personally, there is nopony aboard with the rank of Captain, making the Commander here the highest ranked pony on the ship next to the Admiral.
“Pleasure to meet you Sir. Is there something I can help you with?”
>”Not exactly, see we’ve all been busy with this shakedown run, but now that everypony is settling in, I’ve arranged a meeting with the officers. Mostly just a formality and pep talk. But seeing as you’re an officer, despite not being part of the crew, I felt it only fair to invite you. It isn’t an order, should duties require you elsewhere then so be it.”
“Actually I am rather free today. When is it?”
>”I’m on my way there now.”
“Then after you.”
>You begin to follow Commander Skies through the hallways.

>>28909475
>As you walk, he starts a conversation.
>”So, commanding the Old Guard. That’s quite the post, how do you enjoy it.”
“Well, the Field Marshal or the Princess took command during the actual war, so I’ve mainly just been doing the paperwork.”
>He chuckles slightly.
>”My condolences.”
“Also I think it’s pretty interesting that the phrase ‘Old Guard’ has spread so thoroughly through the military. We were never an official division, and the phrase was only used in passing a couple of times by the Field Marshal.”
>”I know the feeling. We haven’t been in the air for a full month, and the crew has thoroughly started to refer to the Prydwen as ‘Flying Iron’ and ‘The Big Pryd’ interchangeably.”
“Well the name isn’t exactly an easy one.”
>”Well it certainly has a ring to it.”
“The name or the nicknames?”
>”Both I suppose. The ship’s motto isn’t a bad one either.”
“The ship has a motto?”
>”Something else that the Field Marshal insisted on.”
“What is it?”
>”It’s ‘Vanguard of The Nation’.”
“So you’re putting us lowly infantry out of a job?”
>The Commander laughs.
>”Afraid so Major. Never too late to transfer though.”
“I’ll have to keep that in mind Sir.”
>”Well, here we are. You can take a seat wherever there’s an opening.”

I'll be back tomorrow afternoon.
>>28909481
>The Commander opens a set of double doors that leads to a small auditorium.
>On the bottom there is a small stage with a podium standing center.
>A short distance from it, seats start upwards on levels overlooking the stage.
>There are five rows with an aisle down the center and on either side of the room.
>Each row looks like it has ten seats so fifty ponies could be present at a meeting before it goes to standing room only.
>If you recall, the ship has an officer compliment of forty-five.
>You entered from a set of double doors on the right side of the stage, there’s another set of doors on the left side, and another set at the top of the center aisle.
>You can see a few open chairs, so you make for the nearest free one.
>Third row on the far right.
>Looking down, you see the Commander glance over his audience.
>”Well, it looks like we’re all here. I’d like to start off by saying that it’s good to see you all in one place again. I know the past couple weeks have been hectic, but i think we’re all getting into our air legs now.”
>…
>”Well ponies, I’ve taken enough of your time. I’d like the senior staff to stay behind; the rest of you can get back to your duties. Dismissed.”

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>>28911053
>8

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200

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>>28909492
>As you rise from your seat and start heading for the door, you hear the Commander’s voice call to you:
>”Major, I’d like you to stay as well.”
>While most of the ponies shuffle out of the room, a few go down the stage to meet with the Commander.
>You’d assume that they are the senior staff, so you go to join them.
>As the last of the stragglers filter out of the room, the Commander speaks:
>”Major, I’d like to introduce you to Lieutenant Commander Hail, our Master Gunner.”
>Pegasi, he has a dark grey coat with a darker mane that has a dark blue streak going through it.
>”Lieutenant Commander Cog, our head of Maintenance.”
>Pegasi, he has an olive green coat with a dark brown mane.
>”Lieutenant West, our Chief Navigator.”
>Pegasi, he has a white coat with a bright yellow mane.
>”Lieutenant Wind, our Chief of Security and the commander of our pegasi strike force.”
>Pegasi, he has a slightly larger build than the others, he’s got a dark blue coat with a black mane.
>”Ensign Twinkle, head of Magical Engineering.
>Unicorn, she has a white coat with a light pink mane.
>”And Command Master Chief Petty Officer Freefall, our Quartermaster. Also the only non-enlisted pony to be present in these meetings.”
>An Earth Pony, he has a beige coat and no mane, but his tail is a dark black.
>He also has a scar over his right eye.
>Pegasi or even unicorns on an airship aren’t uncommon.
>But it takes a lot of fortitude for an earth pony to serve in the sky.
>Command Master Chief Perry Officer Freefall speaks to you first:
>”Chief, Quartermaster, or Freefall will do.”
>Commander Skies then gets everyponies attention:
>”Well, I think we should relocate to the officer’s lounge. Each of you has been doing your duties admirably, and I think you all deserve a rest.”

there better be a lotgh reference sometime soon

>>28916454
not familiar with it.

But on the topic of references:
>>28916349
>…
>”I found the Valiant.”
“It’s right off the port side of the ship, sunk.”
>She doesn’t seem amused by the deadpan reply.
>”She was sent out to chart these waters, but not to actually go as far as the continent.”
“I could have told you that.”
>”That was just over two hundred years ago.”
“Anything else?”
>”Only that she never came back, missing presumed dead.”
“Well at least now it’s not a presumption.”
>”It’s a shame, in her day she was the finest ship in the fleet. The first new model ship to replace old caravels and galleons.”
“Well.”
>You wave the journal at her.
“These are the voyages of the sailing ship Valiant. Her ongoing mission: to explore strange new lands, to seek out new life and new civilizations. To boldly go where no pony has gone before.”
>Tiara just sits across the table from you and blinks, the reference lost upon her.
“Guess you’re a Wars fan.”
>”What?”
“Nothing wrong with that, each have their strengths.”
>”What?”
“Or maybe you preferred Gate…”
>”I don’t understand what you’re saying!”
“Hey, it’s okay. I really liked that one too… Well two of the three I liked.”
>”STOP!”
“Okay, I’m done.”
>”You promise.”
“Cross my heart, smack me dead, stick a lobster on my head.”
>”I’m going to kill you.”
“I’d like to see you try.”
>You deliver in a deep baritone.
>”… Wait, was that another one?”
>Absolutely.
“Absolutely not.”
>You open up the journal.
“Now where were we?”

>>28916538
Got class in the morning, so I'll end tonight. Be back tomorrow.

>>28916591
You're not familiar with Legend of the Galactic Heroes?

You've been missing out.

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>>28916684
>Legend of the Galactic Heroes
That show sounds like a rip off of Power Rangers.

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>>28882037
>Lunging forward you aim the lance for the center of his body.
>With a simple twist, he grabs ahold of your hooves and flips you over his body.
>As you land on your flank Roxelana charges in.
>Her two curved knives clank against his sword.
>With a hard swipe however he knocks one of them away.
>You ready yourself for another charge.
>Right as you sprint forward he bucks Roxelana away and turns to face you just in time.
>She lands hard on her wounded side and doesn't move.
>With a parry he drives your lance into the ground causing it to splinter.
>As you try to pry it from the Earth he gives a forceful horizontal blow.
>Releasing your grip you pull away from his blow.
>He smashes the lance into two wood fragments leaving you defenceless.
>Searching around you take a fallen branch and prepare yourself.
>You lift the blunted limb and give a wide swing.
>He easily dodges your slow attack ducking under it.
>You swing again, this time making contact with his blade.
>He pushes the heavy branch downwards and gives two short forceful punches to your face.
>Still starry eyed he flips you over again.
>By Celestia's blessing or sheer luck, you still had the branch in your hooves.
>You barely raise it just in time to shield yourself from a barrage of vertical attacks from his sword.
>With each hit though the thick branch started to crack.
>As it breaks in two, he gives another heavy barrage of punches to your face and chest.
>"Enough of this!"
>Kicking the wood away he leaps atop you raising his sword.
>"You will die, just like this accursed nation!"
>"Not yet he won't."
>Right before he descends his sword into your stomach Roxelana dives her knife into his. shoulder.

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>>28917869
>As he screamed in pain, she only replanted herself and dug the knife deeper into the bone.
>With a twist of her jaw, she breaks the blade from its handle leaving it embedded inside.
>"Get up, it's not over yet."
"You're still hurt."
>"I'll live."
>You could plainly see the fight has taken its tole.
>Her blood clotted, but her leg hitched badly.
>There's a fresh scar on her face where the old one had faded.
>The other side of her face welted up from his buck. Leaving it a puffy black and bloody mess.
>You on the other hoof...are fine.
>Some minor scrapes, but nothing too terrible.
>The Caspian clutches his shoulder trying desperately to pry out the blade.
>He only manages to make it tear more wounds in his muscle.
>As his arm goes limp he uses his sword to brace himself from falling.
>"You think this minor scratch can stop ME!? I am a HASHASHAGYA! One of the blessed decedents of Muhammustang! BEHOLD HIS POWER!"
>Raising it as high as he can, the sword illuminates a bright golden light.
>"Come here old friend."
>At his command, Sacul's body levitates its way in front of him.
>With a forceful thrust, he stabs the sword into the corpse of your dead friend.
>The sickening sound of metal slicing dead flesh makes you grit your teeth, but that sound is drawn out from something else.
>It was Sacul!
>There you watched as your friend awaken from his eternal slumber.
>The color in his coat started to brighten.
>All the bruises and broken bones slowly started healing.
>As the smiling Arab pulled his still shining sword from his back, you watch as Sacul stand up confused.
>"My body only feels pain, and my can't my memories flow through my brain?"
>As he notices you, a warm smile goes across his face.
>"My brother, my friend, some time we should spend."
>As you step forward to embrace your resurrected friend, a fog encircles the two of you, but that doesn't matter to you.
>Your friend, your brother in arms that you killed, is now back by a miracle.

Bumperino

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>>28919578
>Be Roxelana.
>Currently fighting a Hashashagya.
>One of the oldest organizations that exited since the birth of your nation.
>Oldest and forbidden organizations.
>They were originally disbanded centuries ago when the King deemed them too violent for the populace.
>However there were always rumors that he secretly made them an underground police force.
>Their cult held onto many ancient documents and manuscripts, passing down the archaic knowledge from generations past.
>Intertwining the secrets of the past with the discoveries of today, they were able to perfect and mimic the magical arts of unicorns and in some cases, even Alicorns.
>You have never seen these acts, just through the legends and folklore of the masses.
>But seeing this...the power...it's not meant for mere mortal ponies.
>As he begins to takes out the blade from the corpse, the crazed eyed spy looks at you both with a ghoulish smile.
>Removing the blade completely, the corpse of the zebra springs to life.
>But not to a sane healthy mind.
>As he stands the flesh begins to melt around the head.
>The bony jaw clasps open and shut while moans of the damned escape its punctured lungs.
>The wounds from the lance seem to grow bigger in size revealing the deadened organs while black blood oozed to the ground.
"Some walking corpse isn't going to scare us."
>Looking to Flash for reassurance, he is walking towards the monster!
"Flash what are you doing?!"
>He has the widest smile across his face as a tear rolls down his cheek.
>"Sacul, you're back! I'm so happy to see you."
>The beast just lets out a guttural moan.
>"Please forgive me. I am so sorry for what I did."
>As he gets closer he gives the creature a hug!
>In response it bits down tearing into one of his wings.
>Feathers and muscles get torn out of place as his red liquid splashes onto the floor.
>Flash just lets out a cheery laugh and hugs him tighter.
>"They will be busy, but for the moment it'll be just you and me. Bastard Princess."

>>28918957

Alright, good news and bad news.

Bad news is I have a paper to write, only 1k words so I'll still get out a couple updates later tonight.

Good news is that after this one, aside from one (3k word) final paper, I'm done with essays for the semester

I'll be back in a few hours

>>28921354
yaaaay
Also hooray for Mexican raiders! !11
Am glad to hope youi get good frad,

>>28921378
Getting drun kwith dad watching football fun.
Again love you all and you tp thingy.

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>>28920166
UPON THE 6's IS HIS WORD SPREAD

PRAISE HIM
SHADILAY

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>>28917141
Surely, you've seen this image?

From an early episode of LotGH

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>>28922314
I know those characters, but never seen the show or that scene.

>>28921354
Hooray for school almost being over!

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>>28925309
Humpabump

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>>>/out/

>>28927080
That's where everyone seems to be.

>>28927077
9

>>28928003

Had some tech difficulties, everything's fixed now though. I'll be back in the morning, have this till then.
>>28916538
>What the hell?
>Why didn’t you even bat an eye through all of that?
>You would never let yourself act so… childish.
>So openly annoying.
>It’s probably just stress.
>”Hey, you okay?”
“What? Yeah, I’m fine.”
>”You haven’t been acting fine all day. Are you sure you don’t need any rest?”
“What I want is immaterial to the task at hand.”
>”That’s no answer.”
>You open up the journal and summarize what you see on the first page.
“The journal of one Captain G.B. Clover, Equestrian Royal Navy.”
>Flipping a few pages, you find it to start as soon as he became a Captain.
>You start flipping to find where he set off for the east.
>”You didn’t answer.”
“No, I didn’t.”
>”Why not?”
“Because I chose not to.”
>”Why can’t you just answer?”
>You slam the book down on the table between the two of you.
“Do you want to shut up and let me find out what happened, or do you want to continue to waste my time!”
>You phrased it as a matter of fact statement, not a question.
>She immediately broke eye contact and looked downward at the table, cocking her head to her left side slightly.
“Good.”
>Lifting the journal back up, you continue to search through its pages.
>You need to find the events leading up to their shipwreck.
>If the Captain even had the ink to write about it…

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>>28920166
>He awaits for you to make the first move.
>Grasping your side again you see him grasp his shoulder.
>Both of you were seriously hurt, this could go either way.
>With Flash in that trance no help would be coming.
>That sword, as long as he has that, you would be at a disadvantage.
>The only way this will work is if you get up close, that way it'll be too tight to use.
>If you stay on his bad side, maybe you can get the edge.
>However your bad side was opposite to his so if you made a move on him, he could just as easily make a move on you.
>Gotta decide soon, the more time you waste waiting the more blood you'll lose.
>You could feel yourself getting more and more tired.
>Think. Think. Think.
>As the sun slowly sets, a twinkle near the cliff side catches your eye.
>It was your lost janbiya!
>Just mere inches behind your foe.
>Perfect.
>"Well, if you won't make the first move, I WILL!"
>He hurdles his way towards you sword swinging with one hoof.
>Ducking under his swings you get close and jab into his wound.
>He gives a howl of pain, but knocks you back a little with his elbow.
>Before he can bring his sword around for another slash you grapple both his right legs and swing him into a short stone wall.
>As he's recovering you dash for your knife.
>“Is that all you've got? A few tricks and quick hooves? That is no way to enforce your boldness!”
>He charges once again, unaware of the hidden blade within your sleeve.
>Right before he descends his blow, you pull out the knife surprising him.
>The curved blade guides it effortlessly away from your body.
>He's completely open.
>Bring back the knife you drive it into his other shoulder.
>The sword drops to the ground as his arm goes numb.
"I may never ascend to the throne. I may never even be accepted as a true noble. But I have something you will never have."
>Gritting his teeth from pain he lets out a chuckle.
>"Oh really, enlighten me Bastard Princess."
"A future."

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>>28931055

>>28928752
>You’re sure that the journal is quite the read, but you need one thing in particular.
>When you get just over halfway through the pages, he departed for the east.
>You flip through a few more pages.
“I think I’ve got something.”
>You read directly off of the page:
“When I awoke this morning, I found that a deep fog had rolled in. Visibility is reduced to approximately one hundred and fifty to two hundred feet. Knowing that we are at open sea, I set us out at half-mast on our previous heading. That was roughly an hour ago, and I expect the fog to clear within another hour. We have been at sea for many weeks now, and while the crew is starting to show the slightest signs of fatigue, I remain confident in their resolve. No matter-“
>That ends the entry.
“The ink trails off after that, and it looks like the quill rested on the paper. Look.”
>You show her the page, where the ink trails off and a light imprint is left on the empty half of the page.
>Taking back the journal, you flip the page and continue reading.
“I was taken away from my previous entry, because I was called out to the deck. It happened quickly, a cliff was spotted directly ahead of our course. We tried to slow and turn away from it, but the impact left too much damage in the Valiant. She managed to limp away a few hundred feet before sinking. We managed to get some supplies off of the ship, however the crash had blocked off the two lowest decks. I regret to say that everypony that was in those decks has drowned with the ship. I would mourn, but my duty is now to protect the survivors. We have explored the island thoroughly; well, it’s much more of a rocky outcropping in the ocean.”
>You pause to cough.

>>28931840
“The cliff is largest on the south side of the island, and that is where the Valiant impacted. A small beach resides on the west side of the island, where the survivors washed ashore. On that beach, resides a small passageway to the interior of the island. Past the cliffs, resides a crater filled up with rainwater. The water appears to be drinkable; however for the time being, I have ordered the survivors to rely on water from the few barrels that we managed to salvage. Carved into the sides of the crater lie dozens of stone terraces connected by staircases also carved into the stone. Located at the top of the crater lies a room, strange letters are carved into the stone just above the hallway leading into it. In the room, there is an opening that lets one look over the horizon to the south, and a large rectangular slab of rock sticking out off-center in the room is the only furniture to be found.”
>Nothing seems to have changed since when the Valiant crashed.
>”I have instituted a strict ration. Our water supplies should stretch for a week, however if it rains regularly then water should not be an issue. Failing that, we shall have to resort to drinking the standing water from the pond. Food is direr. The supply could be stretched for three months; however there is no way to replenish the supply.”
>You flip to the next entry.
“Following a discussion with the other survivors, we have reached the conclusion that our only hope for survival is to be rescued. We had only three surviving pegasi in the crew, and we agreed to let them take as many supplies as they could carry. It takes a week out of the collective food supply, but if the wind favors them, they should reach Equestria in time to send a rescue ship for us.”
>”As far as I know, they never made it back.”
“Personally, I am running low on ink, so further entries may be brief. But now, all we can do is to pray for the future.”
>You flip to the next page.

I'll be back later
>>28931847

“This stuff is only in individual sentences rather than paragraphs.”
>You begin to read:
“Rained today… moral low… have to drink from pond… been here a month… two months… five men committed suicide, jumped out of the opening down to the cliff below… food low… food gone.”
>You flip to the next page and are surprised by what you see.
“It’s written in blood from here on.”
>Starting to read, the format shifts back to paragraphs:
“A few of us have already perished from hunger. I was out of ink, so I bled myself to refill the well. I’ve been lying in this corner for a few days without moving. I just can’t bring myself to watch as my men waste away in front of me. The chance of a rescue was low to begin with, and we all knew the risks before setting out to sea. But no living being deserves to die like this. I can barely lift my quill right now. There isn’t much to say at this point… we’re all going to die. If anypony ever recovers this, let our families know that we died in the line of duty. I would like my wife to know that I love her, our baby should have been born by now, so to him or her: I am so sorry I never got to see you born or grow up; it is unforgivable, and no words can make up for my absence.”
>You pause before saying the final portion.
“This is Captain G.B. Clover of the Equestrian Royal Navy, singing off. May our souls rest in peace.”
>Below that is a signature.
>As you flip through the few dozen pages after that, you find them all to be blank.

>>28931854
Reading old journals like this gives me goosebumps. Good work Thingfag.

>>28930156
Excellent update luke, ready and waiting for more.

Also we needed a bump

>>28930156
>"Fate has planned both our lives. There is no future. For you or me."
"Make your peace already."
>"I have danced with death too many times to be frightened by her."
"Very well."
>Ripping out the knife from his shoulder you drive it deep into his chest.
>He grimaces but keeps his composure.
>"I serve the King and caused enmity to our foes, yet here I die by the action of one turbulent Princess."
>In a fight, anger is just as good as courage.
>You turn and give a hard buck to his chest.
>The kick drives the knife deeper inward while his body is sent over the cliff.
>He doesn't scream.
>All you hear are the waves crashing against the rocks.

>>28932437
That took way too long to write. My fucking station restarted like 3 different times while I was trying to type that bit.
Fucking done with school computers.

>>28932448
>school computers
Not even once

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>>28931055
ON TOP OF CELEBRATING THE DIGITS THAT KEK HAS GRANTED US IN THIS THREAD, WE MUST ALSO CELEBRATE THE MASSIVE GET THAT JUST APPEARED ON /pol/

FOR THIS IS KEKS WILL
PRAISE HIM
SHADILAY
>>99999999

Bumperino before bed

>>28931854
>”So when he wrote about the fog earlier, it was just normal fog.”
“Yes.”
>”Can you glean anything from it?”
“Nothing that could help us.”
>”Because my best guess is ghosts.”
“There’s no such thing as ghosts.”
>You’ve seen plenty of things on in this world, but the undead are not one of them.
>Besides, with how much blood you’ve spilled, if ghosts really existed then you’d be a walking curse.
“What’s changed between now and then?”
>”In general, or…”
“Start pulling out every record and report you have since after the Valiant set out. There has to be something that’s changed.
>…
>”I mean, do you know how hard it is to have over fifty unicorns working in tandem and in shifts? The intricacies as one group shifts control to the next is in its self an astronomical task.”
“I’m sure you’ve been doing quite amiably, Ensign Twinkle.”
>”Actually, a shift is coming up soon.”
>She stands from the table and faces the Commander.
>”Permission to return to duties?”
>Cmmander Skies nods, prompting the unicorn to teleport out of the lounge.
>You look over to begin a new conversation.
“So Lieutenant Wind, how do you like the pegasi wing under your command?”
>The Lieutenant has a deep voice that compliments his larger build.
>”I personally chose the three hundred ponies under my command. For the most part, they are the best fliers in the military.”
“For the most part?”
>”A hundred or so of my first choices declined to stay with the Old Guard in the capitol.”
“Sorry to have kept them from you.”
>”Not at all, although I would like to schedule training exercises between my strike force and some of your own.”
“I’m sure something can be arranged. It would be good to get your men used to attacking from the ship.”
>”Indeed.”

>>28934278
>Lieutenant West, the Navigator then rises.
>”Sir, if you would excuse me, the new report of weather patterns from Cloudsdale just came in, and I would like to analyze them.”
>”Go on Lieutenant, this is an informal meeting, none of you need to ask permission to leave.”
>”Thank you Sir, I’ll have a report ready for you within the hour.”
>As far as you can tell, West is very focused on his job.
>At a guess, you’d say he’s the type to overanalyze every single detail that passes his way.
>As West exits the room, an enlisted pony enters and speaks.
>”Lieutenant Commander, there’s been an accident. The plumbing has gotten backed up all the way to distribution and no water is running at all.”
>Cog stands and starts speaking very loudly and colorfully as he takes his leave.
>”Oh bloody- I can’t leave engineering for an hour before someone mucks up my ship. What are you damned bastards shitting out to completely clog my ship? The things I do for you daft numb nuts.”
>He has quite a way with words.
>Lieutenant Commander Hail then stands as well.
>”If you’d excuse me as well, there have been some discrepancies with the focusing crystals in the main gun, and I’d like to oversee the calibrations.”
>That leaves you at the table with Commander Skies, Lieutenant Wind, and Chief Freefall.

More tomorrow
>>28934285
>It’s the Chief that speaks next.
>”I heard you were at the siege of Baltimare.”
“I only arrived with the final charge.”
>”I was on the ground for the entirety of the siege. With no airships still in the sky, I rushed to the army when the war started.”
“You lasted the entire siege? I heard that most soldiers were cycled out after a week or so on the front lines.”
>”I’ve seen more than my fair share of front lines.”
>Wind speaks to Freefall:
>”My brother died at Baltimare.”
>”Who was he with?”
>”Local volunteers, he moved there for work.”
>”Most of the locals that joined up didn’t survive. Often they wouldn’t retreat when ordered, too tied up with defending their homes.”
>”I see…”
>”They managed to hold their own against assaults that outnumbered them ten to one though. For what it’s worth, they fought to the last soul and never surrendered.”
“What about you Lieutenant, where were you in the war?”
>”The trenches of Cloudsdale, served under Commander Skies.”
>Skies speaks up:
>”It was a bad situation. But when the Griffons infiltrated the city by surprise in the night, a retreat to trenches outside the city was preferable to urban fighting.”
>You stand from the table and go over to the bar.
>”At least the Griffons are honorable when occupying a city. Nothing like the yaks or Saddle Arabians.”
>Holding a bottle of whisky and four glasses, you return to the table.
>Then begin pouring the drinks.
“To fallen brothers-in-arms.”
>”To brothers.”
>You each down your shot.
>The Commander then speaks:
>”Sorry, but I think I’ll have to cut you off now. We all have duties to return to.”
>”Commander.”
>”Chief.”
>”Lieutenant.”
>”Chief.”
>”Major.”
“Chief.”
>”Commander.”
>”Lieutenant.”
>”Major.”
“Lieutenant.”
>”Major.”
“Commander.”
>With the farewell acknowledgements of rank, you each then go your separate ways.

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>>28936082

Bumperino

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>>28932437
I hope everyone is having a safe holiday.

For those who celebrate.

Long day, more tomorrow
Happy Thanksgiving people, and >>28938946

>>28934287
>…
>As you read through century old reports, you start to accept the realization that nothing in any of these files will help you.
>Also you’ve begun to feel a slight headache.
>Closing the file, you look out the nearest window.
>It’s dark outside.
>The Fog is thick, but it’s obviously night time.
>You hear Tiara snore lightly.
>Scooting out from the table, you go around to her chair.
>Then tap her on the shoulder lightly.
>She’s definitely out for the night.
>Attempting not to disturb her, you pick her up, cradling her in your arms.
>Walking her over to the bed, you set her down and toss her blanket over her body.
>You’ve spent all afternoon reading, hoping that by some miracle you find something that could explain the situation.
>It wouldn’t be that hard to go another night without sleeping.
>But if nothing happened last night, and she isn’t feeling symptoms like the crew felt before being taken, then there shouldn’t be any issues.
>You go to exit the room, grabbing a lantern as you leave.
>Stepping out into the cool night’s air, you discover:
>Silence.
>Good.
>Now you just need to trek down the flights of stairs to get to your cot.
>The lantern in your hand provides all the light you need as you walk down into the innards of the ship.
>When you arrive at your ‘room’, you begin to undress.
>Down to your boxers, you reach over to dim the lantern.
>And leaving it on a crate that serves as your bedside table, you then lay down to rest.
>But before sleep, you sigh.
>You’ve been trapped in the Fog for days, the crew is gone, and you still have no idea what’s causing it.
>You’re up the proverbial creek without a paddle.

>>28938429

Flurry Heart hates page 10.

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>>28941646

>>28932437
>A sigh of relief.
>You take in the moment and peek over the ledge.
>Nothing but the splash of salt water.
>Of course there would be no body.
>He's dead, no need to worry about being tracked.
>Even if he survived the fall, with two crippled arms he wouldn't be able to swim in that surf.
>Your side hurt really bad and you could feel a fever coming.
>Job isn't over yet.
>Picking up the still glowing sword, you now turn your sights to the unholy abomination still biting your friend.
>...
>Be Flash Sentry.
>Currently being carried by somepony.
>The back you lay upon felt soft yet sturdy like a plank.
>Maybe once you fully wake you'll take a nice long nap on a cloud.
>You can't remember the last time you have done that.
>Been years probably.
>Now that you think about it, can't really remember anything from last night.
>The battle, treeline, Selim is...a fight, Sacul died. No he came back!
>Trying to stretch your legs you recoil from a sharp pain coming from your wings.
>"Careful now, you lost a lot of blood. Just relax."
>That was Roxelana's voice, but something is off about it.
"Where are we? What happened?"
>"We're crossing into the Badlands. Try not to move."
>Not listening to her you try to stand.
>The pain from your wings is crippling and you fall to the ground.
>"Don't worry, once we cross these mountains, we'll be home free."
>The delicate hooves pick you up and lay you on her back.
"Where are we going?"
>"Away."
"Away where."
>"Away from here. Equestria. Saddle Arabia. Away from the war. Away from all the death."
"No. No I need to stay, my nation-"
>"-is lost, just like mine."
"Needs me. Needs usAHH!"
>Another sharp pain.
>"No they don't. If you return to Equestria, you will be hung for treason. Same for me if that cult catches me."
"What about Sacul. Where did he go?"
>"You passed out once that spell was broken, he's gone too."
"Gone? No that can't be! He was just fine! Where did he go off to?"
>"Gone to the afterlife."

>>28942441
"No. No not again!"
>You try to jump off again forgetting the pain from your last attempt.
>"Careful, you'll hurt yourself again."
>Which you do.
>Tumbling to the ground she lifts you back up.
>The pain is a little more bearable however.
"I-I can walk."
>You grit your teeth and manage to take a few steps.
"What happened how did he die? It was that Arab right?!"
>"No. I did it."
"You w-what?!"
>"It needed to be done. His suffering needed to be put to an end."
>You throw a hoof at her out of anger which she dodges easily.
>As you over threw yourself she pushes your off balanced body to the ground.
>Landing on your side a wave of pain hits you.
>She tries to helps you back up, but refuse her outstretched hoof.
>Instead you look closely at her.
>The color in her face is faded.
>The eye with the scar slowly leaked pus and tears.
>And her side looked as if she tried to cauterize it.
>"Don't hate me for making a choice I had to make. If I just left him, you would be deader than Terskerlane!. Look at what that monster did!"
>She motions to your wings.
>They hurt a little, but Sacul would never hurt me.
>Turning you see a charcoaled stem of flesh and bone sticking protruding from where your wings used to be.
>In horror you turn to the other side only to see the same thing.
"WHAT HAVE YOU DONE TO ME!"
>"I saved your life."
>Your wings.
>Your beautiful orange-peach colored wings.
>Gone.
>Gone like Sacul.
>Like Selim.
>Fortune.
>Thunder.
>And all the rest of your friends, lost in the snowy mountains of Yakyakistan.
>"Hey! Snap out of it!"
>You are torn back to reality.
>She stands above you looking down, cold yet considerate.
>"We can mourn later. Now we are still in danger. Patrols have been on alert all day."
>She's right. Being an Earth pony isn't the worst thing in he world.
>What matters now is to find a safe place to rest.
>She must be exhausted walking all day with you on her back.
"I know a place where we can rest up for a night."

>>28942881
>As the sun began to set, you could begin to see your destination.
>"What is this place?"
"The Macintosh Hills used to have a booming mining community. Providing stone, iron, or marble for all of Equestria. Now it's as empty as the streets of Baltimare."
>As you get closer you see ruins of an old camp.
"Iv'e read about this place in the paper. There was a gas leak and it was either by a careless lit cigarette or a broken lantern that cause an explosion. Over three-hundred stallions and colt miners died that day."
>"Why are we here?"
"This place has been long since abandoned, nopony ever comes by here. We should be safe."
>"That's good."
>Roxelana stumbles a bit but you catch her.
"Are you okay?"
>"Just tired a little. Can you lay me down over there? Please."
>Doing as she says a smile goes across her face.
>"Thank you Flash. Can I ask you a question?"
"Sure."
>"What is it like to fly?"
>You feel like she's trying to push your buttons, but seeing her so injured you could tell she didn't mean any harm.
"It was amazing. To breath the air up there in the clouds is very pure and fine, bracing and delicious. Sometimes, the world from above seems too beautiful, too wonderful, too distant for pony eyes to see."
>"Maybe after this is over, we can take a ride in an airship."
"Yeah, that would be nice."
>"So, so nice."
>She looks so peaceful.
>"Flash?"
"Yeah?"
>"I'm sorry about your wings."
>You could see a tear fall from her good eye..
"Oh don't be sorry. I should be thanking you. If you didn't act I would be dead."
>"You forgive me?"
"I forgive you."
>"Thank you."
>With a smile she rests her head back down and closes her eyes.
"Sleep well Roxelana, I'll keep watch for the night."

>>28942261

>>28939274
>After two full days without sleep, as you finally allow yourself to rest, your eyelids immediately fall.
>But they don’t close completely.
>Your mind is still a bit too active to sleep.
>The darkness around you is illuminated slightly by the dim lantern.
>The way that crates are stacked lets only one opening for you to the rest of the deck.
>That opening is pitch black, as the light doesn’t reach that far.
>As a kid you were terrified of the dark, and although you quickly grew out of it, even into your teen years you would occasionally get the odd uneasy feeling.
>Nowadays, the dark doesn’t faze you at all.
>Being able to kill anything that lurks in it has that effect.
>When you’ve killed adult dragons, there isn’t much left to be afraid of.
>You’re currently lying on your back, your right hand underneath your single pillow.
>More specifically, your hand is grasping the knife you keep under that pillow.
>It astounds you how Tiara can sleep so heavily.
>You’d suppose that’s how you get when you haven’t had to rest with an enemy army parked nearby.
>Well, you should get some rest.
>As you begin to clear your mind, your eyes start to drift all the way dow-
>What the hell is that?
>You shoot up into a sitting position, bringing the knife in front of you held in a reverse grip, ready to jab into the-
>There’s nothing here.
>You could have sworn that you just saw a medium sized greyish figure coming towards you and into the light.
>A figure just like what you thought you saw this morning…
>In the dead silence of the night, you can hear something.
>Incredibly muffled, but there’s something.
>Son of a bitch.
>You reach over and open up the lantern, letting more light flood into the room.
>Then you spin yourself to let your feet touch the ground.

I'll be back later
>>28943819
>As you reach over to grab a shirt, you…
>You feel periodic wind bursts hitting the back of your legs.
>Almost like someone is breathing on you from under your cot.
>Picking your knife back up, you lean forward to glance under your cot.
>Nothing’s there aside from a footlocker that you throw some dirty clothes into.
>Must have just been a breeze.
>Only that the wind ended when you looked down.
>And due to the Fog, there is no wind at all.
>As you continue getting dressed, you see two options.
>Option A- you’re going crazy.
>Option B- ghosts are real.
>And the second option is kind of impossible in this world.
>Unicorns would have figured out if ghosts could exist.
>Which means that you’re on your way to becoming three fries short of a happy meal.
>Unless…
>Option 3- Discord.
“Don’t you have better things to be doing right now?”
>You must have dozed off last night, making the voices you heard just another dream that he’s meddling in.
“No response Discord? Alright, have it your way. I’ll play along with your little ghost story.”
>With your boots laced up, you stand and grab your sword.
>When it’s firmly attached to your belt, you grab the lantern and start heading for the main deck.
>Maybe if you play along for just one of his overly clichéd dream escapades, he’ll leave you alone.
>He might even lend a hand with the Fog.
“So Discord, are these ‘who ya gonna call’ or ‘salt and burn the bodies’ type ghosts?”
>Nothing.
“This ship is clean style?”
>You step out onto the main deck, and can hear distant singing on the air.
“Come on Discord, I’m playing along for once.”
>Nothing.
“Discord…?”
>There is the ever so slightest possibility that this is in fact, real.
>Either you’re going to hate yourself, or hate Discord even more.
>With a sigh, you go over to the longboat.
>The noise is coming from the crater, so that’s where you need to go.

>>28943656

>>28943825
Thimng. What is your favourite drink> Just curious. Mine is th AMF, pretty siure I typesd it wrong last time.
I think I bowl better drunk then sober.

>>28944622
ALso who is you prohphet guy who post frog pepe prophet? Keep up work! God damn bowling is hard when drink 3.

>>28944622
Generally my go to when having a mixed drink is 3 parts sprite, 2 parts lemonade, 1 part vodka. Also fond of a lighter screwdriver (6:1 or 8:1 OJ to vodka). Can't go wrong with whiskey and coke, or a good gin and tonic.

Speaking of which, the topic prompted me to settle down with a screwdriver. Cheers buddy, hope you have a designated driver.

>>28944790
Nothing more for tonight.
the Fog arc will reach it's climax before monday

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>>28944622
UPON THE 2's WE GIVE KEK PRAISE

PRAISE HIM
SHADILAY

>>28949527
Bump the yalidahs

>>28950157

>>28943825
>…
>As you row the boat gently to the shore, you can hear the singing easier.
>You still can’t make out any specific words, but the overall sound definitely sounds like a sea shanty.
>It’s just disorganized enough to distinguish itself as a shanty.
>When you start to run aground, you get out of the boat and drag it onto the shore.
>Then reach into it to grab the lantern.
>Taking it with your left hand, you make your way to the cave.
>As you reach the mouth of the passageway that leads to the crater, the singing stops.
>Dead silence fills the air once again.
>Or rather, doesn’t fill the air.
>But now really isn’t the time to internally debate the semantics of whether or not silence can fill the air.
>Letting the lantern’s light guide your path, you begin to make your way through the cave.
>As you walk, you end up mumbling to yourself.
“You know Discord; if this is just a dream, then tell me. If this isn’t a dream, then at least let me know it’s the real deal. I’m supposed to be on my way to pick up your mess after all… A bit of clarification wouldn’t be too much to ask.”
>The continuing silence seems to indicate that it WOULD be too much to ask.
>It just now dawns on you, that even if this is real or not, you still have no plan whatsoever.
>Alright…
>Plan A- bust some ghosts.
>Now how do you go about doing that?
>God, you are going crazy.
>Continuing through the cave, you can see the exit in the distance.
>The light from the stars seems to be illuminating the crater up ahead.
>As you reach the crater, you… notice… that…
>It’s not entirely the star’s that are lighting up the terraces around the crater.

>>28951367
“Well then.”
>Stepping out onto the mesa that the cave leads to, you see the crater.
>And on each of the terraces aside from the one you’re on, you can see ponies.
>Hundreds of them are all lined up on individual plateaus, and all of them are looking toward the center of the crater.
>All of them are distinctly individual, but each has a greyish tint to them, kind of like a light sepia filter if it was grey instead of brown.
>And a faint grey aura emanates from each of them.
>With only one of them, the light would be negligible.
>But with hundreds of them…
>At least none of them seem to notice you.
>Walking over to your right, you head up a few stairs to reach the closest of them.
>Inspecting a few individuals, you can see that most of them look like average ponies.
>But roughly a third of them show signs of starvation, they’re literally just skin and bone.
>Well, they would be if they weren’t apparently spirits.
>As you pick out one individual to inspect, on your approach he doesn’t turn or otherwise acknowledge you.
>You wave your free hand in front of its face, but he doesn’t so much as blink.
>Then, wave your arm towards the pony, testing if it will go straight through.
>Your forearm passes straight through the ethereal sailor’s neck.
>He still doesn’t do anything.
>Thankfully, your arm wasn’t covered with any slime or ectoplasm.
>You’re either off the deep end, this is Discord’s doing, or it’s real.
>You’re not sure which of those options is the lesser of the evils right now.
>Looking to the south side of the crater, you begin to scale the stone steps.
>You doubt anything will be different, but you want to see the Captain.
>Your footsteps on the rock is the only noise to be heard, and it echoes loudly through the crater.
>As you make your way up past the legion of ghosts/spirits/souls/undead, you eventually make it to the top.

>>28951603
>No one is on the mesa that leads into the room.
>You raise the lantern to guide yourself through the passageway, ready to draw your sword in an instant should the need arise.
>You have no idea how your sword would help, but you’re ready.
>As you enter the altar room, you see the spirit of the captain, facing away from you.
>He’s looking out the opening at the horizon.
>You assume it to be the Captain, because he’s wearing the same jacket as the Captain’s skeleton.
>And as you approach him, you can see that he shows signs of starvation as well.
>Again, you wave you hand in front of the ghost’s face, and then wave it through his body.
“Captain Clover?”
>Nothing.
>Well that’s just great.
>Still at page one.
>And your only idea is to personally track down and properly burry each and every skeleton.
>Including those who drowned with their ship, that’s why you’d assume many of the ghosts don’t show signs of starvation.
>You didn’t sign up for this.
“Look Captain, I need to know if it’s you and your crew that’s causing the Fog outside.”
>No movement from the ghost.
>With a glance out the window, you see that the moon is pretty low.
>At a guess, it’ll be sunrise in a few hours.
“I’m here to help. I’m trapped on the island just like you were.”
>This isn’t getting you anywhere.
“Why are you here?”
>Son of a…
>You walk over to the skeleton in the corner of the room.
>Kneeling down, while still looking at the ghost, you tap his shoulder bones gently.
>But still nothing happens.
>Probably for the best, given how many ghost movie clichés there are about disturbing the bones of the deceased.

That's it for the night.
the Fog arc's conclusion will be coming tomorrow
>>28951606
>With a sigh, you leave the altar room.
>Walking back to overlook the crater, you stand on the edge of the terrace, observing the ghosts that line it.
>You’re not counting all of them, but a guess would put them somewhere in the three hundreds.
>The crew of the HMS Valiant.
>Before you start heading back down to the ship, you glance back at the entrance way to the altar room.
>But you’re met with the sight of the Captain.
>Standing barely two inches away from you, his head pointing up to look at your face.
>You weren’t expecting that.
>And as you jolt backwards slightly to get some distance, you lose your footing and fall off of the terrace.
>The fall is short, only seven or eight feet.
>But you landed flat on your back onto solid stone.
>Before you can register the impact, you have to roll to your right, as the glass parts of the lantern shattered, and fire started to spread out as the oil burns.
>Fueled by adrenaline, you shoot to your feet and look up at the Captain.
>He’s standing on the edge that you just fell from.
>And as you take a step away from the fire, you notice that his head is following your movement.
>A glance shows that the rest of the crew is still just looking at the center of the crater.
>So, you begin to rush to the cave below you that leads to the exit.
>You are not sticking around any longer.

>>28951610

>>28951610
Great spoopy ghost update

>>28952456
>He was only a man, going through the day.
>But the voices called to him, asking of him one thing.
>They told him to act quickly, before it was lost to the depths.
>He knew he had to, for there was no one else.
>Thoughts raced through his mind, but one thing was clear.
>He had to bump

I am spooped.

>>28951610
>…
>After moving the longboat aside of the Avalon, you started working the pulley system to get it back up to the deck.
>It’s dark, especially due to the Fog, but your eyes have adjusted somewhat.
>But as you pull the ship up, and you get closer to being able to see onto the deck, you notice a faint glow coming off of it.
>As your head starts to peak onto the deck, you notice a whole lot of glowing grey.
>They’re everywhere.
>Packed onto the main deck and the poop deck like sardines.
>Well, you can’t just sit here all night holding the longboat up with your own arms, so you finish getting it secured.
>Looking back to the spirits, you see that they’re literally packed shoulder to shoulder.
>They seem to be looking off of the ship to the closest side.
>Each and every one of them are facing perpendicular to the nearest rail of the ship, looking off to the fog-obscured horizon.
>They’re packed so tightly that there isn’t even a path for you to take.
>That takes a second to process…
>You can just walk through them.
>Working your way off of the longboat, you end up standing in a way that the front half of one of their bodies is phasing into your own.
“Uhhh…. Sorry?”
>You wonder if they feel anything on their end.
>Beginning to walk through the crowd, literally, you make your way for the Captain’s cabin.
“Excuse me gentlemen.”
>Wait.
>You pause about halfway to Tiara’s room.
>Is that?
>You inspect a ghost slightly to your left.
>That’s your ship’s doctor.
“Doc?”
>You attempt to get his attention, but again nothing works.
>Taking another look at the crowd, you find that the Avalon’s crew is dispersed with the Valiant’s crew.
>Okay, so that might be a connection…
>Still, you need a second pair of eyes to prove your sanity.

That's it for the morning, I'll be back later today.
>>28953987
>Reaching the doors to the captain’s cabin, you notice two things.
>First, is that Captain Clover’s ghost is standing in front of the double doors, facing towards the bow of the Avalon.
>Second, a glance up shows that Commander Port is standing at the ship’s wheel.
>Walking through the Captain, you enter the room.
>And you close the door behind you immediately.
>No ghosts in here, only a dim lantern’s light.
>Rushing over to Tiara’s bed, you speak to her.
“Get up, now.”
>She snores slightly.
>Not having the time to wake her up gently, you place a hand on each of her shoulders and start shaking.
>”Wha, what!”
“I need you to punch me, hard as you can.”
>”What?”
“Prove I’m not dreaming. Hit me!”
>She complies without skipping a beat.
>You recoil from the impact.
>Her right hook has more force that you’d expect.
>But the pain registered and you didn’t wake up.
>”What’s going on?”
>Tiara starts to get out of her bed while you step closer to the door.
“I’m either crazy or they’re real.”
>She comes over next to you.
“I think it’d be easier just to show you.”

>>28953997
Inb4 all the ghosts be gone and she thinks he just crazy

>9

>>28954932
OK

>>28954932

>>28956417

>>28953997
>She raises her voice.
>”Anonymous, you tell me what’s going on!”
>She obviously wants you to slow down, but the only way into the rabbit hole is face first.
>You open the door to show her the main deck.
>And she stops dead in her tracks once it opens.
>”Anon…”
>They’re not gone, are they?
>You take a glance out the door to confirm that the ghosts are all still there.
>Present and accounted for.
“For what it’s worth, if they wanted to hurt us, they would have done so already.”
>Tiara trots to the open door, and promptly closes it.
>She then starts pacing around in a relatively small circle.
>”I didn’t sign up for this… why am I here… I should have just left him to rot in a cell… oh for the love of Celestia… this can’t be happening, right? It’s just one long dream… right?”
>You decide to give her the moment.
>”Why am I even here? I could have just taken over dad’s businesses, but no. I just had to take his speech about ‘making your own way’ to heart. Then, oh ‘the Royal Navy needs officers’ and I actually bought into the propaganda. And I survive all of that utter nonsense just to die alone on the far side of the world surrounded by ghosts!... and YOU!”
>She stops over to you, and points her right hoof up at your face.
>”This is your fault.”
“You okay?”
>She puts down her hoof, and inhales deeply.
>After a long exhale, she speaks again.
>”Better.”
“Now, the pony just outside those doors, the one with his back to us, he’s Captain Clover of the Valiant. It looks like his crew, as well as ours are all packed on the main and poop decks.”
>”Our crew?”
“Yes, Port is at the wheel, and I saw the doctor in the crowd. As well as other various faces.”
>You can see her become less distressed and more saddened as you mention the crew.
>”That means that they’re…”

>>28957663
“Maybe. I’m not sure on the exact intricacies of ghost physics.”
>”So what are we going to do?”
“I think it might be possible to get through to some of them, particularly our sailors. The seemed to ignore me back in the crater-“
>”You were in the crater?”
“Yes.”
>”Tonight?”
“Yes.”
>”And you left me alone in my bed?”
“Yes.”
>You continue before she can cut you off.
“Now, most of them just ignored me, but I did get a… response from their Captain.”
>”How did you do that?”
“Talking to him and waving my arm through him didn’t do anything, but after I nudged his bones a bit, he ended up following me out of the altar room at the top.”
>”YOU DID WHAT? Haven’t you ever read or heard a single ghost story!”
“But that’s the thing; he just seemed interested in me. He stayed put after moving into the crater, and just followed my motion with his head.”
>”How are you still alive?”
“What?”
>”In general I mean, how are you still alive?”
“Haven’t met anything that can kill me.”
>”Yet.”
>She mumbles under her breath.
“Now come on, we need to find out what they want. I don’t think they’re on the ship just for a change of scenery.”
>You usher her over to the door, and open it to let her out.
>She approaches the threshold, but is resistant to actually leaving her cabin.
>So you reach down and grab her shoulder, forcing her out of the room.
>”Anonymous!”
>She half yells as you thrust her onto the deck.
>When she’s out, you follow and close the door behind you.

The Fog has been around since Act 7.

And now: the conclusion
>>28957793
>”I loathe you.”
“Thanks. Now, I’d like to introduce you to the Captain.”
>You motion her over to the front of the ghostly Captain.
“Lady Tiara, this is Captain G.B. Clover, commander of the HMS Valiant. Captain Clover, this is the Lady of the Admiralty, Diamond Tiara, acting captain of the HMS Avalon.”
>What happens next utterly astonishes you.
>You hear a voice from the crowded main deck yell out:
>”Officer on deck.”
>As the voice is carried through the air, you see each pony spirit turn to face you.
>Well, they face Tiara.
>And they immediately firm their stance to stand at attention.
>Captain Clover adds in a salute as well.
“What?”
>You say flatly.
>Tiara copies, but her tone is more puzzled.
>”What?”
>That’s….
“No.”
>You start walking quickly towards Tiara.
“Yes.”
>Then turn away from her.
“Unless… no.”
>You turn back to her, thoughts entering your mind quicker than you can externally or internally articulate them.
“YES! NO!”
>”What are you getting at?”
“Maybe, just maybe. What if-“
>”Speak. Plainly.”
“Imagine if-“
>At this point you begin pacing around each other.
>”OH!”
“OH!”
>”No…”
“But combined with…”
>You point towards the island.
>”Maybe… no it can’t be.”
“There is something unique about this ship in particular.”
>You stop walking around and go to hold her by the shoulders.
“But it’s not me, it’s you.”
>”But-“
“You said it yourself; the Valiant was the finest ship in the fleet at the time. A ship with that many accolades only gets the best crew and captain.”
>”And crew like that continues to do their duty to the bitter end.”
“Or past it in this situation.”
>Tiara walks out of your grasp to stand next to the Captain.

>>28958109
>”Men, crew of the Valiant.”
>You really hope this works.
>”I won’t sugar coat things. I’d like to say that you mission was integral to the survival of Equestria. But it wasn’t. You were sent out here on a mission of exploration, and for the most part that mission failed. You came out into these waters and lost your ship, then each and every one of you either drowned or starved to death.”
>You really hope she has a better point to make.
>”What happened to you was a tragedy. And history has only remembered you as missing, presumed dead. But that is not what’s important.”
>Come on…
>”What is important, is that you did your duty. When Equestria called upon you to take a dangerous voyage, you answered that call. Over two hundred years have passed, so all I can promise is that history remembers that you performed your duty till the bitter end. To let your descendants know that while you died in horrific ways, you still stood waiting for two centuries to finish your job.”
>Please work.
>Please.
>”It is with great respect, that I, Diamond Tiara, Lady of the Admiralty of the Royal Navy of Equestria, can give you all one final order. Stand down, and rest in peace. Thank each and every one of you for your continued service to the Royal Navy.”
>She turns to face the Captain.
>”Captain Clover, you and your men may stand down.”
>You think you can hear a whispered:
>”Thank you.”

>>28958113
>What happens next is…
>Well, it lets you be at ease for the first time in quite some time.
>Each one of the ghost’s auras starts to go from its greyish hue, to a bright and pure white.
>And although it’s incredibly bright, your eyes are not strained at all.
>You watch then as the lights begin to move upwards.
>Ten, twenty, even thirty feet.
>Then there is a burst of even more light, which travels across the sky.
>As it goes past, the Fog is dissipated.
>And waves return to hit the ship once again.
>You can see that the sky shows the first signs of morning, as an orange tint can be seen towards the east.
>But, as you look back down to the main deck, you see one last surprise.
>Each member of the Avalon’s crew is standing where they were in the crowd.
>Fully corporeal.
>They look confused, but alive.
>Tiara immediately starts up the stairs to the poop deck.
>So you follow.

Goodnight, I'll be back tomorrow.
>>28958117
>”Commander Port, report.”
>”I… Ma’am, the last I can recall is being trapped in the Fog with some others.”
“So no time passed for you?”
>”Time? How much has passed? What even happened?”
>”We can explain shortly, but first I need to speak to the crew.”
>Tiara approaches the guardrail overlooking the main deck.
>”Men!... it’s good to see you all again.”
>She begins laughing, semi-hysterically.
>But quickly stops herself.
>”Now, I want groups to start going onto the island here. In it you will find many pony skeletons. I want them gathered and pyres made. They belong to old Equestian sailors, and they deserve proper funerals. Unicorns, we are next to a sunken wreck, that of the HMS Valiant. I want you working on retrieving the bodies of those who drowned in the wreck. Air bubbles, levitation, whatever gets the job done. It’s grim work, but these men deserve it.”
>She then turns away from them, and walks over to you.
“Looks like we’ve got a lot of explaining to do.”
>”Yes we do.”
“Hey Tiara?”
>”Hmm?”
“Good job. It’s finally over.”
>”It pains me to say it… but I don’t think I could have done it without you.”
“We don’t have to hug now, do we?”
>”Oh, I still thoroughly loathe you… just ever so slightly less now though.”
“The voyage isn’t done yet though.”
>”I know that.”
“Now this is not the end. It is not even the beginning of the end. But it is, perhaps, the end of the beginning.”
>”That’s… quite apt.”
“Winston Churchill. We shall not fail or falter; we shall not weaken or tire. Neither the sudden shock of battle, nor the long-drawn trials of vigilance and exertion will wear us down.”

On a roll, two more updates tonight.
>>28958123
>…
>The day was a long one.
>You decided to do your part in constructing the funeral pyres and loading bones onto them.
>The old crates and barrels scattered around the crater made for good fire wood.
>And while you were doing that, you had to spread word on what happened to get the other up to speed.
>The pyres died down well into the afternoon, and as the divers had thoroughly cleared out the wreck of bones, you did eventually set out.
>Seeing as this is your third day without sleep, you decided to turn in early.
>While the crew continued to operate the ship, you retreated down into your makeshift quarters.
>As you reached your cot, you immediately sat on it.
>Before removing any clothes, you lay down.
>A wave of exhaustion overtakes you.
>But you can’t sleep right now.
>Your mind is still racing.
>For the first time today, you feel… settled.
>You’ve been rushing around all night and day, so it’s only now that you can properly take in what happened.
>It’s over.
>You came to the conclusion a few hours ago that it was probably some residual effects of ancient minotaur magic that helped trap the souls here.
>A unicorn did mention that he could feel some ‘strange vibes’ coming from the island, and they were strongest near the altar.
>He then did some spell to try and dampen the effects.
>Hopefully, this can never happen again.

>>28958229
>The crew was trapped, and Fog was just a byproduct of them wanting to be able to stand down.
>The unicorn talked about how every living being in the world has some form of magic (aside from you), and that the ghosts could have been some sort of magical imprint that was left after they died.
>It was all just speculation, by a pony that only dabbled in magical theory and practice, but you’ll take a rough guess over no answer.
>The Fog was the crew’s negative emotions about being abandoned; they lashed out to trap others because no one came to rescue them.
>While the ship on the horizon was their positive emotions, guiding the one pony who could release them towards the island.
>Neither was ever encountered by other ships, because in all the years after the Valiant was lost, no Admirals sailed east.
>And only a superior officer could order them to stand down.
>So they waited until someone higher than a Captain sailed through the area.
>Most of your conclusions are impossible to prove, but they’re the best answers you’ve got.
>And if you can get going with your voyage, with only a slight detour that let over three hundred souls rest easily, then you’d say that it was worth it.
>Thousand upon thousand have died while venturing through these waters.
>And most of them died in horrible ways.
>But, if the crew of a single ship found their closure, then you can’t hold anything against them.
>Content, you put your thoughts about the Fog and the Valiant to ease.
>You really should get some sleep.
>So you let your eyes slowly drift down.
>But you hear a voice that makes your eyes shoot open.
>”Anon, I’d just like to say: well done.”

>>28958232
>in all the years after the Valiant was lost, no Admirals sailed east
what about the motherfucking princess of friendship

and whatever happened to discord

>>28958459
Shining Armor took an airship and so did Twilight.
Discord is dead.maybe

>>28958520
a ship is a ship is a ship
shining is a captain

>>28958531

>>28958958

>>28958232
That ending to the fog arc was fantastic Thingfag. It was so nice to see something 'good' happen in the story that it almost brought a smile to my face. Great chapter/act so far too. Love ya.

>>28958459
Military Jurisdiction

A naval captain is the equivalent rank of an army colonel. As part of a different Military branch, even if shining was a General, he would have no jurisdiction over a navy ship. (like how the commander on the air ship can't order Thunder to do anything, despite out ranking him. Any request that is complied with is more about respect than having to comply)

When the valiant set out, the only princess there was, was Celestia. When the Valiant left, Royal Navy meant Celestia's Navy, so other princesses likely wouldn't be recognized at a glance. The only ponies that could have released the Valiant were Celestia, or someone she appointed as a navy admiral. (Brairheart is an air fleet admiral, so he would have at least had a chance, and Anon is a human, so the ghost crew didn't know what to make.)

>>28959626

>>28960680

Gosh darn that's a huge chunk of green. Especially for a weekend.
Nice!

>>28961212

>>28962621

>>28963126

This is it for tonight, I need to get up early.
>>28958232
“Lady Tiara.”
>You sit upright in your bed, and put your feet onto the floor.
>But you don’t rise to stand.
“What brings you down to my little corner of the ship?”
>”Did you literally not understand what I just said?”
“You wouldn’t have come down here just to exchange pleasantries. What do you need?”
>She leans against one of the crate stacks that serves as your doorway.
>”Earlier you mentioned that it’s the end of the beginning. Do you really think we’re that close to finishing this?”
“Well, you are.”
>”What do you mean?”
“The beginning of your end is when you drop me off. After that, all you have to do is get back to Equestria.”
>”You want us to just leave you there!”
“Yes, and that’s exactly what you’re going to do.”
>”But-“
“But nothing. You don’t have the supply stores to hang around while I navigate a continent. Even if you did, every day you spend out there is just tempting fate. You stand the best chance of returning if you get out of these waters as quickly as possible.”
>”We can’t just-“
“Yes you will.”
>”Well then how do you expect to get back once you’re done?”
“I don’t. This was always a one way trip for me.”
>”I… oh…”
“As long as I complete my mission, whatever happens to me doesn’t matter.”
>”So… you intend to die out there?”
“Everyone dies sooner or later.”
>”How can you just be okay with that?”

>>28964236
Oh shit, a whole new continent?
All I can think of is finding a whole new world, underdeveloped, prime land for colonizing!

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>>28964772
A WHOLE NEW WORLD!

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>>28964806
Need a spin off green of like 2 decades after everything calmed down, Equestria unites with the bordering countries to form a coalition to colonize the new world.

>>28963834

Bampity

>>28966179

>>28964236
Anon sounds like such a dumb idiot here.
>Odds are I won't make it
>So I might as well accept that I'm gonna die when this is over, and tell those around me to stop caring
For someone who has faced a thousand armies and monsters and survived against all odds every time, he sure sounds willing to just lie down and wait for death after his mission is over all of a sudden.
I mean, it's not even a "we'll see...", but a "I'm gonna die here, I just know it."

>>28967021
Well...being left alone in a foreign land + being the first explorer into said new land is dangerous.
Imagine the first colonizers who came to the new world felt.
Now imagine instead of a whole ships worth of people disembarking into the new world, it's just one man.
Survival doesn't seem to be in his favor.

>>28967034
>Imagine the first colonizers who came to the new world felt.
Joyous over finding new land?

>>28967120
Then immediately starve to death right after finding land.

>>28967493
After making peace with the natives and killing them right after making peace with them.

>>28967525
I doubt Anon will find anypony peaceful in this new land.

>>28967621
Maybe there are some random tribespones who are friendly.

>>28968405
>>28967621
>>28967525
>>28967493
>>28967120
>>28967034
Thing give us a hint.
Is the new world going to just be a savage wasteland or a hospitable cognizable place?

>>28969282
Why would we need a hint? It's going to come up probably next week.

>>28964236
“Alright, let’s go through this step by step. How many more months can the ship last without resupply?”
>”Seven, possibly eight.”
“So if you want to be able to make it back to friendly territory without running out of food, you’d still need to have at least two months of supplies left. Being generous, let’s say that it’ll still be one month till we actually get there. That leaves you with four, maybe five months waiting for me.”
>”Sounds about right.”
>She says reluctantly.
“And in that time period, we will be going through winter. If they want to keep meat on their bones and stay in shape, they’ll need extra, so there is no ‘maybe five months’, you’ll only get four realistically.”
>”Your point?”
“What if some of the food spoils? Or there’s another major detour like the Fog?”
>”We can stock up on food from local sources.”
“Can you though? How do you know that the local food isn’t part of what drives the survivors mad?”
>”That doesn’t even sound like-“
“So, after your three, maybe four months have passed, and I haven’t returned to the ship, what do you do then?”
>”We continue to wait.”
“For how long?”
>”As long as it takes.”
>She says through gritted teeth.
“What if I’m half a world away by then? What if I’m thousands of miles away and still haven’t found what I’m looking for?”
>”Nopony gets left behind.”
“I’m not a pony.”
>”Semantics.”
“Don’t tell me you want to sit indefinitely anchored on some beach, waiting for one individual to stumble out of the forest. And every day you wait, you and your crew are targets of who knows how many monsters, plagues, and dare I say, curses.”
>”No, I don’t want to.”
“Then-“
>”But it’s the right thing to do.”
>You let out a sigh at her rigidity.

>>28969680
>Rising from you bed, you walk over to her.
>Grabbing a small barrel, you set it up as a chair.
>Sitting on it you’re just about at her eye level.
“I… I’m old, Diamond Tiara.”
>”You’re not that old.”
“How much of my hair is grey or greying?”
>”About half.”
“At the start of this year, I barely had a dozen grey hairs. My knees constantly ache, I get tired after only two straight days of being awake instead of five, and over the past decade I’ve lost about half of my muscle mass.”
>”People age. And I’m not sure what’s standard for a human of your age, but you seem to be in great shape.”
“I’ve been at this job for over two decades… do you know how many I’ve killed?”
>”No.”
“And I’m not talking total casualties from wars, I mean who much death I have personally caused.”
>”That’s your job, you can’t just-“
“I am the single deadliest organism to have ever lived on this world. After everything’s been counted, I’m as deadly as a small plague.”
>”That’s… really?”
“What’s the current population of Ponyville?”
>”What? Now? A couple thousand, I don’t know the exact numbers.”
“With my bare hands, I’ve easily killed enough to depopulate Ponyville twice over.”
>”How is that even possible?”
“Changeling dens are hell.”
>”I’m… sorry? But what’s the actual… point?”

>>28969690
“This here. Dealing with the Fog and the Valiant, that was worthwhile. For all the things I’ve taken away from the world, I’ve done precious little to add to it.”
>You lean forward a bit.
“Think about it. Every pony, every living being that I’ve killed either direct or indirect, is someone who will never realize their dreams. All of those hopes squandered, and for what? Every family that lost a father, brother, or son. Every family that will never form because a would-be father died. All those children and descendants that will never even be born. All of that potential is gone forever.”
>You pause for a moment, and Tiara remains silent.
“The only claim I have to improving the world, is that I raised Flurry. And now some… THING is taking that away from me. I’m going out there to make sure that the one tiny glimmer of hope, that I added while darkening this world, can have a future. Because she deserves more, she deserves to be freed. The other princesses are a bonus I suppose. But if I can only do one last thing while on this world, I want it to matter.”
>You lean back in your seat slightly.
“You asked why I would be okay with being left there. I’m okay with it because that’s what I want. And after all that I’ve done, it’s the least I deserve.”
>You then sit there a moment, blankly staring off to the side.
>”I… I never knew you had such a death wish.”
>Tiara then quickly leaves your room, and you hear her hooves scurrying away.

>>28967021
Because he doesn't want to come back alive
>>28967034
>Grab sword
>Go innawoods
>>28969282
World design spoiler:
Actually right now, I'm between depictign the East as quite a nice place aside from all of the monsters/curses, or depicting it for the most part as a hellhole that amalgams several harsh terrains (in parts it's like the Outback, in others it's like Siberia, or Death Valley, etc.) with very little easy land to live on
>>28969573
Don't underestimate my fluff abilities.
Next PoV will be on Thunder for a while, then to Flurry, back to Thunder, and I have a place that would work well as an act end for Flurry
This act is just about half over, and we might not get much Anon for a while.

>>28969766
>Pony version of Outback Australia
Ah now it makes sense, the East is actually Tartarus and the gateway to tartarus in Equestria is actually a portal to the east.

>>28970241
>Monsters don't get sent to hell.
>They get sent to 'Straya.

>>28969695
>…
>Putting your gloves up, you withstand the barrage of strikes.
>Then flap your wings to distance yourself slightly.
>Call then begins circling in the arena.
>You’re boxing with him, each of you are hovering with your bellies facing each other.
>His padded helmet and gloves are in red, while yours are in blue.
“So what do you think of the ship?”
>He feigns an advance before pulling back.
>”Alright I suppose. Lots of recreation space, that’s a plus.”
>You approach and take a wide left hook.
>As he goes to block it, you jab low with your right.
>You hit him square in the chest, and he then backs off before you can follow up.
>”Good hit. It’s still an eyesore to look at, being a great metal hulk in the sky.”
“I kind of like it.”
>Call glances over to a pony outside the ring.
>”Hear that, he likes it.”
>You take advantage, and move up to deliver a firm left jab right on his nose.
>But you immediately back off.
“Eyes on the prize Corporal.”
>”We’ve been at it an hour, these sods have been waiting for a while. Give ‘em a turn, come spot me.”
“You just want to quit before you’re lying on the ground.”
>”Just don’t want to hurt you… Sir.”
“Heh. Alright.”
>You remove your gloves, and then land.
>Walking over to one of the off duty airmen waiting to get in the ring, you give him the gloves and then your helmet.
>Call did the same and you each exit the ring, letting the new pair take over.
>He starts crossing over to the bench press.
>The ship’s exercise room is quite well stocked actually.

>>28970458
“How much do you start off at?”
>”One, then work my way up to one fifty.”
>You begin adding wait to one side of the barbell while he adjusts the other.
“What’s your max?”
>”Got up to two ten once. Usually don’t go past one seventy though. Yours?”
“Two fifteen.”
>”Now you’re just asking me to break that.”
“Wouldn’t want you to strain yourself.”
>Call lays down on the press, and you take up a position to spot him.
>As he begins to lift the barbell, he continues to make conversation.
>”I’ve been meaning to ask. How’s your Arabian?”
“I know a couple battlefield commands. But that’s it.”
>”Oh for the love of…”
“Let me guess, you’re fluent.”
>He replies with something you don’t understand.
“I’ll take that as a yes.”
>”That translates to: of course I’m fluent, you illiterate peasant.”
“At least you’re honest when you mock me.”
>”I took a look at our gear. Fairly loose robes that can hide our wings. They cover most of our faces too, so we shouldn’t have trouble fitting in… as long as…”
>He strains with the last push, and he sets the barbell back onto the rack.
>”Put twenty more on.”
>You get two ten pound weights and start fixing them.
>”As long as nopony tries to unmask us, we should be fine. I think that if anypony asks, you were a soldier who lost your marbles in the war. So you can just ramble orders, while I explain that I’m taking you home.”
“And why are you of all ponies taking me back.”
>”Brothers?”
>With the weights adjusted, Call goes back to lifting.
“For the last time, even if I had a sister, I would never let you near her.”
>”I’m being serious. We need to know the exact situations that these characters are in. Their given circumstances.”

This is it for the night.
>>28970241
Funny you mention Tartarus...
>>28970461
“Fine, continue on mister actor.”
>”If anypony asks as to why we came through the mining town, I think we should be distant cousins with Sandy Shores, aka: Yalanci. Our contact.”
“I remember who she is.”
>”So, if-“
>Call is cut off as a unicorn teleports next to you.
>He almost drops the barbell, but together you keep it controlled.
>”Oh, sorry Corporal.”
>”Nopony got hurt.”
>The unicorn then turns to you.
>”The Admiral would like to see you.”
“I’m on my way.”
>Call begins to stand from the bench press.
>”Think I’ll hit the treadmill.”
>”I’ll inform him you’ll be by shortly.”
>The unicorn teleports out.
>You go over to wipe some sweat off, before heading through the hallways.
>…
>Reaching the forward observation room, you find the Admiral sitting at a small table he put towards the left side of the entrance.
>He’s facing the door.
>”Thunder, please come in. Sit.”
>You take the seat opposite him, getting a view of what’s on the horizon.
>It looks like you’re going along the coast, still in Equestria.
>You passed over Baltimare early yesterday morning.
>Should reach the open ocean by nightfall.
>”How have you been?”
“Fair, I was just discussing the mission with Corporal Call.”
>”Good, actually I need to inform you that there will be a slight delay.”
“How do you… mean… Sir?”
>As you look over the rocky coast, you see…
>Is that a?
“SIR!”

you fucker
one more

>>28970465
I am all for cliff hangers but this one was just cheap, sir

>>28970500
one more for the dubs
>>28970465
>As you shoot up from the table, Brairheart does the same.
>You both immediately move over to the front window.
>To look at…
>The size of that thing…
>It must be a hundred feet tall.
>As the great stone grey beast stretches out its wings and turns to look at the ship, you see its golden belly.
>And although it’s far away, you can see the blood red eyes.
“…Dragon.”
>The beast opens its jaws and lets out a great screech, which you can clearly hear even though it’s at least five hundred yards away and separated by the thick glass of the observation room’s window.
>You glance over to the Admiral, and see his horn light up.
>Behind you, you hear the door opening.
>When it does, he yells at the runners.
>”Battle stations, this is not a drill!”
>You immediately hear the pop of several teleportation’s
>Brairheart then turns to you.
>”I don’t think it’ll just let us pass.”
“Isn’t standard airship procedure to avoid dragons at all costs?”
>”This is no standard airship.”
>The lights aboard the ship phase their color.
>Instead of letting out white light to illuminate the Prydwen’s interior, now a red takes over.
>The magical crystals that are in the lights can be altered simultaneously by a unicorn to change color.
>Red means battle stations.
>When a unicorn returns, popping back into the hallway, Brairheart gives new orders:
>”Go to Lieutenant Commander Hail; tell him I want every last ounce of power that the main gun has got.”
>”Sir.”
>As the messenger teleports back out, Brairheart turns back to you.
“Looks like we’ll be able to put her through her paces after all.
>”Time to see exactly what the main gun can muster.”
>Looking back out the window, you see the distant dragon start to flap its great wings.
>That main gun better work as well as it’s cracked up to be.

This is a shitpost
please ignore this post

>9

>>28971696

>>28972264

>>28973063

>>28973759

>>28969766
Feels a bit odd that Anon is fine with dying somewhere in the middle of nowhere with little to no chance of ever having his body found and receiving a proper burial or anything, sure your own funeral or whatever isn't something most people think, But I'd have figured that he'd be thinking about Flurry so that he wouldn't be like Twilight and Shining to her, but...Eh. It's just a minor detail that it doesn't really matter, though I am hoping that he doesn't just lie down and die once his mission in the east is over.

>>28974537
All the guilt from causing all the death gets to you sometimes.

>>28974520

>>28975695

Just got home, and need to be up in six hours. Nothing tonight, sorry.

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>anon wanting to die
been thinking about a lot about this, though you bros have already pretty much listed the main reasons as to why he would want to being horseland's grim reaper and all but what do guys think will happen to him after he dies I mean he's already living the majority of us autists' version of heaven. I know you've probably already thought of this TF but I’ll say it anyway just in casewhat if when anon kicks the bucket he wakes up back in the real World right where he left off before Discord’s interdimensional golf game went bad. It would kinda have like a Chronicles of Narnia effect, where he would be young once again but remember everything that happened during his time spent in Equestria. He may even be lucky enough to have a daughter some day and name her after his little warrior, Flurry

>>28976400
>been thinking about a lot about this
god dammit, been thinking a lot about this*

>>28976096

>>28976994

>>28976400
Please don't say shit like that Anon. That would be such a cop out twist and would probably drive anon to kill himself in the 'real world' after he realizes that everything he cared for was fake or whatever, so please don't let this be the case.

>>28977213

>>28977713

>>28978078

>>28978708
Emergency bump

>>28979857

Where is my Luke...miss him i do

>>28981465
i'm ok with luke staying away

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>>28981465
>tfw Luke has been MIA since last week's regularly scheduled /drunk/

>>28981586
... fuck.

You still alive buddy?

>>28970711
>Brairheart turns to another unicorn.
>”Broadsides are to be readied to fire on my mark alone.”
>Then another.
>”As soon as Hail has a shot with the main gun, he may fire at will.”
>A pair of pops fill the room as word is sent to the guns.
>Brairheart then speaks to a pegasi.
>”If the first barrage fails, have the air wing get out there. Take as much focus away from the ship as possible.”
>The pegasi nods before flying off through the hallways.
>Looking back through the window, you watch as those massive wings flap.
>On the front side, they’re bright gold like the belly of the beast, but the back of the wings are the grey of the other scales.
>Watching the gold come up and then retreat, only to show itself again is quite…
>Menacing.
>You’d think that the ship is about four times as large as the dragon.
>That still puts it to be as large as an older airship.
>Dragons are sentient creatures, but they are territorial.
>And this one wants to show that it’s still at the top of the food chain.
>And you don’t want to think what will happen to everypony onboard if the dragon spews flame at the ship.
>In anything combustible catches, it should be quick.
>But failing that, you’ll all be cooked inside this flying metal shell.
“So, has anything like this ever… you know… been done?”
>”The largest dragon ever killed with conventional artillery was about twice as large as a minotaur.”
“And magical artillery?”
>”Never been tried.”
“Right…”
>”No.”
“No?”
>”No, we’re not all going to die.”
>The thought had crossed your mind.
“Yes Sir.”
>”Only most of us will.”
>He chooses now to make a joke…

Back tomorrow
>>28982297
>This entire situation just feels wrong.
>There’s a dragon out there for crying out loud.
>And Brairheart is as calm as he was before noticing it.
>And as you watch a massive hundred foot tall dragon barrel towards you, all you can do is watch.
>And…
>Feel?
“What’s that?”
>The entire room starts to vibrate slightly.
>”Just watch.”
>The dragon continues to close the distance, the sin gleaning off of its steel grey spines.
>As it gets just a few dozen yards away, it lets out another screech.
>And due to the distance, this one is much louder than the first.
>But its screech is drowned out by another, much louder sound.
>You see a bright blue beam fire off from above the observation room.
>As it fills the sky, a deep pulsing sound reverberates through the ship and your ears.
>You see the beam go forward and impact the dragon square in the upper chest.
>And the dragon immediately goes limp.
>Its wings stop flapping, and the beast falls down to the ground, narrowly avoiding collision with the ship.
>In the air behind it, you can still see some of the blue beam going into the distance.
>Did it really just go through a layer of dragon scales, it’s ribcage, the spine, and another layer of scales?
>As you stand dumbfounded, you hear the Admiral give orders to another.
>”Stand down.”
>After a pop of teleportation, the lights soon return to their normal white.
>You continue to stand in shock, and you hear the Admiral walk over back to his seat.
>”We tested a configuration on a mountain that went through over fifty feet of solid stone when operated by the proper unicorns.”
“You… with a single blow?”
>”Yes, now if you’d take your seat again, I have a letter you should read.”

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Are you not aware the fawning of these character is a form of idolatry and therefore an abomination before Allahu? Is it not apparent to you that this waifuism is a practition of those who lead astray from Allahu's light? Was it not revealed to you by the prophet Abū al-Qāsim Muḥammad, peace be upon him, that one does not put idols before Allahu? Is it not a fact that your own prophet said to put your worship of Allahu before any other thing, such as it was preached among Moses? It was once said by one of the prophets sent by Allahu "Think not that I am come to send peace on earth: I came not to send peace, but a sword.". We are the sword with which Allahu delivers his divine punishment unto the world. Through his guiding hand, we set upon a journey to spread his light to the kafir, as did prophets before Abū al-Qāsim Muḥammad, peace be upon him.

Why do you live this life as a kafir, for punishment is given to those who deny the light of Allahu. Give unto yourself the change required to live the virtuous life as is intended by Allahu. Destroy this worship of false idols and give into yourself the light that is Islam.

>>28982420
Go to work Hans. You're late, it's 9:30 in Berlin.

>>28982420
I was expecting green in a long monolog formand I got this crap.

>>28982579

10

>>28984313

>>28984645

>>28981586
I have a message. Luke ... LukeDaDuke's plane ... was shot down ... over the Sea of Japan. It spun in ... there were no survivors

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>>28985457
Hats off for the fallen.

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>>28985457
#DICKSOUTFORLUKE

May he and Frederick rest in peace

>>28985415

>>28986933

>>28985457
>>28985613
That was the most sensles, stupid death in television history. Made me so mad

>>28987789
That's what happens when an actor wants to move on, writers scramble to give a reason to why a character is leaving.

>>28981465
>>28981491
>>28981586
>>28981925
Had to entertain family for a week...who for some reason had to sleep at my house.
But they are gone now and I am exhausted.
Feels good to have my home back.
Once I powerwash...everything, I will finish writing.
>>28985457
>>28985613
I miss MASH. Really wish Netflix didn't remove it.
>>28986203
Harambe told me it wasn't my time so he cast me out from Heaven. Frederick says hi by the way.

>>28988310
HE LIVES! Thank Celestiaand Harambe

Glad to see you back bro

>>28982299
Hey thing. Now i don't know if your an artist, but is at all possible you could give a very rough sketch of what the prydwen looks like exactly, or at least describe it?

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>>28982299 tfw tomorrow was4 hours ago

>>28988310
Glad you're alive Luke! Now my sadness has lifted.

>>28987845
Actually, none of the actors knew they were killing Blake. All the shock and surprise in the actors faces were legit. Gary Burghoff didn't know the line until right before he walked into the room.

>>28988668
It's the giant blimp from Fallout 4

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>>28989728

>>28989728
>>28990145
Is it actually? Can Thingfag confirm this?

>>28990311
Eh I like to think it mimics it, Anon just made it more badass.

>>28989655
I remember that now. It was a dramatic moment and i see the point they were trying to make with it. I guess it just pissed me off because i liked the character and was happy he was going home...guess thats why they did it that way. It got my attention and stuck with me.

>>28989655
>>28991005
Well that's one way to keep someone out of a story for good. Kill them off.

>>28990982
Maybe that Prydwen was the basis for all the regular airships, and this new one is a much grander version and Anon just named it the Prydwen to give it justice.

>>28987622

>>28988668
>>28990145
>>28990311
>>28992242

In story, the old model and Saddle Arabian airships look like the few we've seen in show, but with less frills. (wooden sailing ships but with a blimp instead of sails). In story justification as to why they float is that unicorns work to lower the effective weight of the main body of the ship to make it float easier, while others make the gasses inside of the blimp lighter to provide some 'natural' lift. When they work together to make the ship artificially buoyant, they make it 'light' enough to allow a third unicorn to levitate the ship and move it. The in story Prydwen has specialized interior tanks to hold gasses instead of a canvas blimp that serves as a target.

Looks wise, it looks like an armored zeppelin similar to the fallout Prydwen, howeverit's more solid (instead of the scaffolding at the bottom, the story Prydwen has a fullsized deck that holds the conventional broadside guns. The main gun is located right at the 'bow' of the ship, and on top are a few long range mortar nests. At the rear of the ship is a cargo bay with large doors that can open for pegasi to enter/exit en mass, but smaller hatches pepper the ship so there can be easy access for fliers. (all of which can be barred from the inside in case of hostile fliers attacking)

To answer the question, yes it does vaguely look like the Fallout namesake, but about 2 or 2.5 times as big.

>>28993095

>>28993815
Ayy I was somewhat right

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>>28995077

>>28994809

>>28995897
Why?

>>28996237

>>28997801

>>28982299
“So we’re not going to properly acknowledge that we just punched a hole straight through a dragon’s chest?”
>”Everypony, especially those in our line of work, eventually reaches a point in their career where no sight can properly surprise them, and the only response is a brief nod or slight grunt of acknowledgement.”
>He slides a letter over to your side of the table.
>”Sit.”
>You comply, getting back into the chair.
>As you pick up the letter, you start reading it over.
“Flibnark cadri… Sir, this is gibberish.”
>”It’s in code.”
“And what does it say?”
>”Well, as you know, most of the urban centers in Saddle Arabia fell on the side of Jagir’s traditionalist faction that seeks to restore the monarchy. The letter is from the Mushir, his faction has lost all but one city, the northern port of Jun Hisan. Using their airships, the monarchists have managed to overrun the other cities that sided with the navy, and they’re currently starting an offensive on Jun Hisan.”
“How long till they clash?”
>”By now they will have already started advancing on the outlying towns.”
“So this is the Mushir’s last stand?”
>”He’s got every ship he’s got there, and all the survivors from their army that was recently at war with us.”
“How many total men are on each side?”
>”A couple hundred thousand with the Mushir, and two or three times that for Jagir’s faction.”
“But aren’t the monarchists mainly just riled up teens?”
>”They’re a bunch of riled up youngsters with complete air superiority.”
“Doing pretty well for a people that have never been able to fly.”

I'll be back later tonight.
>>28998672
>”I’ve gone over the reports from the spy you’ll be meeting. In some of her reports that come from just before the War of the Coalition started, she mentions a group of griffons seen with the local garrison. I believe them to be military advisors to help train the Saddle Arabians on air doctrine. One or more of them could have stayed down there to work for the monarchists, even though officially the griffons have removed their diplomats and nationals from Saddle Arabia until the civil war is over.”
“So do you think that the griffons are actually supporting Jagir’s faction, or these advisors have gone rogue.”
>”Either option could be possible.”
“So, it’s imperative that Call and I put that mine out of commission as soon as possible?”
>”Not necessarily.”
“What do you mean? Aren’t the monarchists about to win the civil war?”
>”Flip the letter over, you’ll see what Lancer wrote on it before forwarding it here.”
>You reach out to grab the letter.
>As you turn it over, you see a single sentence written in cursive:
[You can have one battle]
“Sir, does this mean…”
>”The war that the Prydwen was built for ended too early to test this ship. But no matter what happens in the future, she’ll have gone through at least one real battle.”
>So much for letting the Saddle Arabians fight their civil war on their own.
“Will I still be leaving a the same time.”
>”No, we can take you as far as the city of Jun Hisan. I’d like you and Corporal Call to join the air wing for the battle. You’ll be working with Lieutenant Wind. He could use the practical experience, so I’d like you to allow him command of the strike forces.”
“Understood.”

>>28998675
The Battle of Jun Hisan.
May the poets write of victory for the cause!

>>28999270
>For the cause
Um...who's side are you on?

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>>28999551
Why must you ask Brother?
Our fathers, our fathers fathers. All fell fighting for our King and freedom from the chains of oppression Equestria shackled upon us!
We shall cleanse our lands of these rebels and cast them into the sea!
Those who don't greet the water with open hooves, we shall grind to dust into the desert sands!
TO BATTLE!!!

>>28999906
The propaganda has reached the young quite well.
I love it.
Green of a bloodlust teenage Caspian wanting revenge for his dead parents only to realize his whole reason for fighting was a lie when?

>>28998650

>>28998675
>…
>After a good night of sleep, your eyes start to open.
>Another beautiful day in the Crystal Empire.
>Throwing your blankets off, you start to get out of bed.
>Alright!
>Today is going to be-
>No, you can’t get ahead of yourself.
>Shower first.
>…
>Clean and dry, you exit your personal bathroom.
>Today is going to be just great.
>Well, tonight will be.
>The Manehattan Metropolitan Opera has just started a nationwide tour, and stop number one is the Crystal Empire.
>They open tonight, so you’ll be attending with your parents.
>All of the reviews have been superb, and the minotaur playing the male lead has gone from a nobody to one of the top celebrities in Manehattan after the first showing back there.
>The specific show is actually new, it’s called: Arabian Dawn.
>In it, the minotaur Brass Bass plays Anonymous, as he fights in the First War of the Saddle Arabian Coast.
>You wish that he’d come to see it.
>Anon that is.
>Shortly after the Second War of the Saddle Arabian Coast, because there were no more wars to fight, he became something of a hermit.
>It’s been about months since you last saw your Uncle.
>He dropped by last Hearths Warming, but that was it.
>Celestia and Aunt Twilight said that all the fighting had gotten to him, that he just needs time away from people.
>You glance at your clock.
>You’re almost late for breakfast.
>And the last thing you need is another speech from Dad about how a Princess can’t just be late, even for a meal.

>>29001272
>Before you can leave your room, you hear a crashing noise.
>It came from your dresser.
>And as you look over, you see that one of the smaller top drawers is visibly shaking.
>After a second it stops, and you hear a knock against the wood.
>Cautiously, you approach it.
>And reach out a hoof to pull it open.
>In it, you see…
>A very small Discord.
“Discord?”
>”Ah there you are.”
>He squeaks out, almost like he has inhaled some helium.
>He snaps his fingers and disappears from your drawer, appearing next to you.
>In his full size.
“What were you doing in there?”
>”You see young Heart, I woke up this morning in something of an existential crisis.”
“Do you even sleep?”
>”I can choose to.”
“Well why did your crisis lead you to my sock drawer?”
>”That isn’t your sock drawer.”
>You look over and clearly see socks in the drawer.
“What do you mean that isn’t my sock drawer?”
>”Think about it child.”
“Well… I suppose that they’re my socks, but my Mom technically owns the drawer itself.”
>”Look Princess, that sock drawer is as much your sock drawer as I am Discord.”
“What?”
>”I’m only here in this façade because your mind believes me to be able of seeing past the fraud that it is. I’m self-aware because in my position the real me would be able to see through this.”
“Discord, I have no idea what you’re going on about.”
>”I’m not real!”
>You reach out and poke his arm.
“Sure you aren’t.”

>>29001351
>”Because none of this is real! Listen closely, it’s a complete fluke that I’m able to see through this, and I only have a bit of time before I get purged by the-“
>-
>Clean and dry, you exit your personal bathroom.
>Today is going to be just great.
>Well, tonight will be.
>The Manehattan Metropolitan Opera has just started a nationwide tour, and stop number one is the Crystal Empire.
>They open tonight, so you’ll be attending with your parents.
>All of the reviews have been superb, and the minotaur playing the male lead has gone from a nobody to one of the top celebrities in Manehattan after the first showing back there.
>The specific show is actually new, it’s called: Arabian Dawn.
>In it, the minotaur Brass Bass plays Anonymous, as he fights in the First War of the Saddle Arabian Coast.
>You wish that he’d come to see it.
>Anon that is.
>Shortly after the Second War of the Saddle Arabian Coast, because there were no more wars to fight, he became something of a hermit.
>It’s been about months since you last saw your Uncle.
>He dropped by last Hearths Warming, but that was it.
>Celestia and Aunt Twilight said that all the fighting had gotten to him, that he just needs time away from people.
>You glance at your clock.
>You’re late for breakfast.
>The last thing you need is another speech from Dad about how a Princess can’t just be late, even for a meal.

>>29001358
gonna stop there tonight.

>>29001351
So he is still alive. Yay

>>29001688
>”I’m not real!”

>>29001735
None of them are real.

>>29001969
That's a low blow Anon.

>>29003202
Nein