Heart of War: Thread 11.5- I guess this one doesn't go to eleven

>>29162288
Before the thread died, I offered a choice.

A) Anon continues north, passing through a strip of ocean known as "The Lake of Tartarus" that is plagued with sea monsters

B) Anon swings south, passing through rocky shoals that will add a week or two to travel time.

Option A runs the risk of encountering sea monsters while Option B runs the risk of the ship crashing and sinking.

Anon seems confident with Option A, he thinks can deal with whatever creature the ship might encounter. Tiara seems to prefer Option B, putting faith in her crew's navigational skills to get through the alternative path.

I'll write other PoV's tonight, so there will be another day for consensus to be found.

Remember that choices have consequences, and lives might hang in the balance

Poll:
http://www.strawpoll.me/11995791

>>29162288
fugg, these threads are moving fast now

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I voted for option A. Anon said it himself, "“I can’t kill rocks in our path” but he can definitely kill some sea monsters, he didn't get the title of Equestria's Grim Reaper for taking the easy way out

>lives might hang in the balance
mfw the ship is attacked by a ravage sea monster that sinks the vessel, killing the entire crew in the process. Anon narrowly escapes thanks to Tiara sacrificing herself to the monster allowing him to break away. The next scene is Anon being awoken by Discord, washed up on the coast of the Eastern lands


>>29162474
this
the shitpostin' threads be strong today


>>29162352
Also I like what you did with
>She’s as bad as Flurry.
in >>>29157064
bratty Flurry is just so damn CUTE!

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>>29162604
>He actually, UNIRONICALLY chose option A

kek, what the fuck is going on? 20 minitues and we're on page 9???

>>29162779

(the pastebin has been updated, this follows the latest bit from Act X)
>…
>”I’m sorry Flurry, but there’s nothing I can do.”
“What do you mean there’s nothing you can do! Zap me and juice me up.”
>”That’s not how magic works.
“It’s magic, that’s exactly what it’s supposed to do!”
>”Flurry. That blast that killed the parasite completely drained you. I checked the crystal that powered the magic dampening field, it was almost completely drained, and I just charged it back up two days ago.”
“So?”
>”And it was made to be able to withstand more energy than every unicorn in Equestria could muster at once.”
>Really?
“How much magic did I use?”
>”If there was a scale, you would have broken it. At a guess, at least enough to level Canterlot and the entire mountain it rests on.”
“At least?”
>”Like I said, it’s hard to gauge.”
“But I’m not that powerful.”
>”Clearly you are.”
“Were. Now I can’t even lift a feather.”
>”This is complete speculation, but it could be related to your birth. We know that neither Luna nor Celestia were able to drive out the parasites. And Luna is aware of its presence, so we know that at least she has made the effort. But you were born an Alicorn… it’s possible that your potential for magical power is much higher that Celestia’s even.”
“But I’ve never been particularly good at using magic beyond the basics.”
>”Just because you have difficulty tapping into the power doesn’t mean that it isn’t there.”
“So how long until I can use magic again?”
>”Do you want the low or high estimate?”
“Low.”
>”Days.”
“And the high one…”
>”Years.”
“Years!”

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Some of you are alright, don't go to 2017 tomorrow.

>>29163629
Seems to be a lot of /pol/ overflow in these threads
>>29163413
>”Let me try and simplify it for you. Think of magic like cups of water.”
“Okay…”
>”Each cup has some degree of water in it. Even non-living objects, rocks for example, have a few drops in there, enough to barely cover the bottom. On the other end of the spectrum, beings like Celestia or Discord are filled to the brim. You currently have a drop of water so small that it can barely be seen.”
“So I’m less than a rock?!”
>”That’s not what I…”
“But it will… you know. Come back.”
>”Definitely.”
“And there’s nothing I can do to speed it up?”
>”Get plenty of rest. Make sure to get plenty of protein and vitamins. And when it does start to return, don’t strain yourself to hard.”
>You could go years without magic…
>At least there’s a silver lining.
>You chuckle slightly.
>”Flurry, are you okay?”
“Yeah, I was just thinking. If it took that much energy to kill the parasite in me, and it could be a long time before I’m back up to that level, then it looks like Anon’s trip isn’t a complete waste.”
>”How so?”
“Well, even if it was safe for me to try and help the other Princesses, I’d have no idea where to start. It’s up to him to save Celestia, Luna, and my mother… I can’t wait to see the look on his face when he gets back and I can tell him that I stopped it on my own.”
>Part of you wonders if he’d turn around If he knew you were safe.
“Oh, umm… Starlight?”
>”Yes?”
“You’re the one who’s been… you know.”
>”The sun? Yes.”
“Could you… I mean would it be okay if…”
>”Don’t worry; I’ll keep taking care of it.”
“Thank you.”
>”It’s no problem at all.”
“I’ve had to do it; I know that’s not true.”
>”Flurry, its fine. Just remember not to be seen when it’s time for sunrise or sunset.”
“Yeah, that would be awkward.”

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>>29163708
What can I say?

>>29163708
>…
>As you set down, no less than a dozen Saddle Arabian soldiers rush to your position.
>All looking angry, and all pointing spears.
“Whoa there guys, we were invited.”
>You hear Call say something rather frantically in their language.
>The guards are all wearing lamellar style armors- woven metal plates covering them.
>The armor is fitted over a loose brown robe, but the dull grey of iron is what dominates their bodies.
>Their shoulders are only covered by chainmail though, to increase mobility.
>Each of them wears a helmet that covers their eyes, and drapes a shawl of chainmail over their necks and shoulders, down to their mid chest.
>On their muzzles lie a small set of woven lamellar style metal plates, and a solid metal ‘jaw’ rests hinged on either side of the helmet.
>It can be brought up to cover the lower side of their heads, and secured via strap to stay in place.
>Heavy infantry.
>You hear a voice from further off yell at the soldiers.
>The soldiers point their spears away from you, and the ones directly in front of you part to allow passage.
>Call offers translation.
>”I was explaining how we’re envoys, then that one said to let us pass.”
>He points to a Saddle Arabian standing over by a large table.
>That Saddle Arabian barks a single word that Call translates:
>”Come.”
>As you start to approach, you hear the soldiers follow closely behind you.
>The Saddle Arabian who called you over has a pale brown coat.
>He’s wearing a velvet undershirt, however only the sleeves are visible as he wears a gilded olive green tunic over it.
>On his face you can see a bushy but well-kept dark red beard, and a pure white turban covers his head.
>On the front of the turban, right over his forehead, lays a golden pin.
>Of a round shield with a pair of crossed scimitars pointing upwards.
>You’d presume that this is the Mushir.

>>29163829
>Chrome
Good goy, keep feeding Goygle your information. They're trustworthy :^)
>>29163708
It's a /r9k/ meme mostly. The artists there spill over to /pol/ sometimes and a lot of those autists are here too.

Anyways, I vote for option B, if that's still on the table.

I'll be back tomorrow afternoon or night.

I need to go over lots of green to find details I need for something coming up soon, so a lot of my day will be that.
>>29163829
Not complaining, just noting. I guess /mlpol/ (and /mlk/) are fairly common in War in Equestria style threads.
>>29163872
cast a vote in the strawpoll just under the OP

>/r9k/ meme
don't usually visit it, so I'll take your word

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>>29163872
It's a /r9k/ meme and a /pol/ meme moulded together to make this shit show. John "Always here for the current year" Oliver and the beta uprising cuck from /r9k/ who shot up Umpqua. (((John Oliver))) is telling us not to go to current year next year otherwise he will go full /r9k/ and kill every chad in sight.

>>29162352
I can't believe that it is only now, after 230.000 words, that you suddenly pull out the CYOA card.
>Remember that choices have consequences
Is it the kind of consequences that will completely change everything in the story and give us a bad or good ending depending on what we choose? Or is it minor things?
I would really, really hate to see this story that has been going on since March suddenly go all the way south just because the readers were suddenly forced to make a decision and picked the wrong one.

>>29164415
>implying we didn't have some pull at the beginning with our constant suggestions
Yeah it's DIFFERENT and I disagree but you don't have to be such a little bitch about it.

Fuck off with this CYOA bullshit thingfag, don't kill the legendary green

>>29164467
There he is. There he goes again. Look, everyone! He posted it once again! Isn’t he just the funniest guy around?! Oh my God.

I can almost see your pathetic overweight frame glowing in the dark, lit by your computer screen which is the only source of light in your room, giggling like a little girl as you once again type your little shitpost up and fill in the captcha. Or maybe you don’t even fill in the captcha. Maybe you’re such a disgusting NEET that you actually paid for a 4chan pass. I imagine you little shit laughing so hard as you post it that you drop your Doritos on the floor, but it’s ok, your mother will clean it up in the morning. Oh, that’s right. Did I fail to mention? You live with your mother. You are a fat fucking fuckup, she’s probably so sick of you already. So sick of having to do everything for you all goddamn day, every day, for a grown man who spends all his time on 4chan posting about a fucking kids cartoon. Just imagine this. She had you, and then she thought you were gonna be a scientist or an astronaut or something grand, and then you became a NEET. A pathetic shitposting NEET. She probably cries herself to sleep everyday thinking about how bad it is and how she wishes she could just disappear. She can’t even try to talk with you because all you say is “THIS THREAD IS GOING A LITTLE TOO WELL FOR MY LIKING.” You’ve become a parody of your own self. And that’s all you are. A sad little man laughing in the dark by himself as he prepares to indulge in the same old dance that he’s done a million times now. And that’s all you’ll ever be.

>>29164230

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>>29164613
Ooo, this pasta. Here's the HEY ANON version:

I can almost see your pathetic overweight frame glowing in the dark, lit by your computer screen which is the only source of light in your room, giggling like a like girl as you once again type your little princess cadance thread up and fill in the captcha. Or maybe you don't even fill in the captcha. Maybe you're such a disgusting NEET that you actually paid for a 4chan pass, so you just choose the picture. Oh, and we all know the picture. The "epic" princess cadance pic, isn't it? I imagine you little shit laughing so hard as you click it that you drop your Doritos on the floor, but it's ok, your mother will clean it up in the morning. Oh, that's right. Did I fail to mention? You live with your mother. You are a fat fucking fuckup, she's probably so sick of you already. So sick of having to do everything for you all goddamn day, every day, for a grown man who spends all his time on 4chan posting about a shitty /mlp/ forced maymay. Just imagine this. She had you, and then she thought you were gonna be a scientist or an astronaut or something grand, and then you became a NEET. A pathetic dashfag NEET. She probably cries herself to sleep everyday thinking about how bad it is and how she wishes she could just disappear. She can't even try to talk with you because all you say is “HEY ANON! HEY ANON! HEY ANON!" You've become a parody of your own self. And that's all you are. A sad little man laughing in the dark by himself as he prepares to indulge in the same old dance that he's done a million times now. And that's all you'll ever be. ,

>>29164415
>>29164467
Calm down guys.
Cyoa is just a fun little thing to get the audience involved a little.
I doubt it will change the ending, just the pathway to get to the ending.

>>29165665
>Cyoa is just a fun little thing to get the audience involved a little.
I know, I know. It just feels so weird to have it happen now all of a sudden.

I'll offer a bit more explanation to the options:
A- focus on action, Anon gets more PoV time, and there may or may not be foreshadowing for later events.
B- focus on dialogue and drama, slightly less PoV time for Anon, and there may or may not be a trip aboard the feels train.
>>29164415
>>29164467
It's not a plot changing decision, anon's voyage will still go on. Option B allows me to focus more on other plotlines to get things moving, while A results in a longer story overall.

I did error in that I didn't add a 'writer's choice' option I do favor one of the Options, but am withholding my vote in case of tie

To rectify that, I prefer Option A
>>29165665
this one is right
>>29166012
There was a choice or two back in the early threads, they're only offered when it doesn't threaten the overall story, just details and the feel of some scenes

>>29166130
I remember that scene while reading in the paste.
It was to go through Anon things or not right?

>>29165477

>>29164230

>>29168229

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>>29165498
I really really like this image

Alright, it's pretty close, but A is slightly ahead, and I prefer it, so that's what I'll be going with.

I'll get to writing tonight once the new year has rolled around.
>>29166558
That was one of them, yes.

>>29168972
It's almost 2016+1 for Christ's sake.
>>/out/

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>>29169207
>A is going ahead

How do you think you've made Tiara feel?

>9

Happy new year burgers!

Happy new year Anons. Its been quite the journey, and I hope that it remains as such.

In a world of alcoholism, >tfw no gf, and the general failure known as life, I'm glad to be able to call you, despite being random people that I have never met, my friends.

To those who've been around for quite some time, thank you for sticking with us.

To the newcomers, welcome to the ride, I'm glad to have you.

Luke, your updates are a joy to see, and I'd like to thank your for being a part of this.

Rutposter(s)... it's been a while. I appreciate your persistence.

Bumpers and lurkers, thank you for bumping and lurking (respectively)

Now I'll get a few updates out before having a reunion with Uncle Smirnoff

>>29170437
God damn TF, I salute and thank you for making a fucking novel and a new perspective in the mlp universe.
You know you are a fucking legend when you have a dude making a fanfic of a fucking fanfic.
I'll be going into the new year drunk and lonely, but as long as I have you and all you Anons reading, I'll be happy.
See you all in the new year!
And at SacAnime next week my shitposter friend

>>29163866
>…
“And like I’ve said, I can’t kill rocks in our path.”
>”And you think that you can just kill creatures that are as big as our ship, if not bigger.”
“See this.”
>You point to the scar that covers your left eye.
“I got this from an adult dragon. You know how I killed it? I jumped onto its jaw, and drove my sword up through the roof of its mouth, straight into its brain.”
>You then reach down and grab at the black t-shirt you’re wearing.
>Pulling it off, you turn around.
“See those claw marks? From a chimera.”
>Turning around, you beckon to your thigh.
“This leg was almost torn off by a timber wolf pack’s alpha.”
>You then beckon to a pair of punctures on your stomach.
“Gored by a minotaur.”
>Next is a puncture just below your heart.
“Manticore’s tail, the venom went straight into my bloodstream.”
>Then you point at three rings of teeth marks that cover your right side.
“From a baby hydra, the mother wasn’t so kind that I hit the nest, so you know how I killed the adult? I had to break each kneecap, and then with one hand I had to hack down every new head that would pop up with my sword, while my other hand had to carve out its heart with a hatchet.”
>You then stop naming scars that cover your body.
“I’ve cleaned out nests of changelings, one of which numbered in the ten thousands, all by my lonesome. I’ve probably killed at least one percent of the entire Saddle Arabian population. I’ve killed five thousand yaks in a single night. I’ve tamed a manticore, and used it to sink airships.”
>You pause for a moment to let things sink in.
“So yes, I do think that I can just kill creatures that are as big as out ship, if not bigger.”
>Before she can say anything, you add one more detail.
“And yes, that list goes on, but I wouldn’t want to waste your entire afternoon.”

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>>29170437
>Rutposter

Don't make me feel that feel. I want him back.

>>29170608
Have fun at your convention buddy.
>>29170614
Just took a shot for our fallen brother.
>>29170609
>”You can put your shirt back on.”
>Looking down at your aging muscle mass, you comply.
“Now look. My hair might be half grey, and I might be half the man I was ten or fifteen years ago. But I’m still twice what would be needed to get through this ‘Lake of Tartarus’ that we’re approaching.”
>”It’s not that I don’t doubt your abilities; it’s that I also have faith in the abilities of the crew. They could easily navigate the rocky shoals to the south.”
“I don’t doubt their skills either. But what happens if fog rolls in and we run aground? Or if a storm hits and crashes us into a cliff? The ship is tough, but it can only take so much damage.”
>”And what happens if a kraken rips the ship in two? Or a sea serpent lights it on fire?”
“If I have anything to say about it, that kraken or sea serpent would be too busy to deal with the ship.”
>She then boasts to make a point.
>”Because you’ll be right there! Ready to jump straight into the maw of whatever beast we encounter!”
“Half of my resume is jumping straight into the maw of some beast or army.”
>The next statement from her is completely serious, and somewhat disappointed:
>”… You do have a death wish, don’t you?”
>You pause for a second, unsure of how to respond.
“… You asked for my opinion, you got it. But you’re the captain of this ship, so the choice is yours.
>With that, you turn to leave the room.
>Tiara makes no effort to stop you.
>So when you step out onto the deck, you start making your way to get down to your room.

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Happy New Years from the west coast!

>>29170437
love ya too TF! No matter how much of a bitch IRL 2017 is, us anons here and Uncle Smirnoff will have your back

>>29170608
>And at SacAnime next week my shitposter friend
ayy lmao, next weekend is going to be lit AMFs will be had!

I may have drank a bit too quickly while writing, and I'm getting to the point where my buzz is about to fade into drunk, so I'll stop there for the night. Be back tomorrow.
>>29170780
welcome to 2017 from the Midwest, buddy.

>9

>>29171493

>>29172062

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ORNSTEIN AND SMOUGH
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

>>29172846
sorry im just pissed off and too drunk to kill these fuckbuddies

>>29172855
>drunk
>not even noon
Starting the new year off right!

>>29173283
>this
never change Heart of War General

>>29174019
I know that I intend to have a permanent buzz till classes start back up next week.
>>29170740
>Walking down the steps, you hear Discord speak from behind you.
>”You know, I really think that she’s coming around.”
>You can hear a set of footsteps follow you down the stairs.
>”If I didn’t know any better I’d say that she might even like you.”
>He pauses for a moment.
>”To some slight degree.”
>As soon as you get out of earshot of the crew…
>”Anon? Are you ignoring me? You are a spiteful little creature, aren’t you?”
>Stepping onto the lowest deck of the ship, you start heading for the crates that are stacked around your cot.
>”But she is right, you know. I’ve seen your memories; you can’t deny that you do have a death wish.”
>Passing into your room, you turn to face Discord.
>Who is still in human form.
“Damn it Harvey, you really think that I don’t have enough on my plate? Is that why you keep popping up around others?”
>”Anon, all I’m saying is that you and I are linked. I can’t let you die before returning me to my body. After that happens, you can jump off of a cliff for all I care.”
“I don’t give a damn about what you want. I have never given a damn about what you want. And I will never, in this life or the next, give a damn about what you want.”

Back later tonight
>>29174175
>”You know, you never used to swear before these past few months.”
“The second I find a way to eject you from my head, or otherwise kill you, I’m taking it.”
>”I’m only trying to help you by offering entertainment and millennia of experience.”
“Like hell you are! This is all just one big game to you. You’d think that a thousand years as a statue would teach you something about consequences. Or at least humility.”
>”Quit being so childish Anon.”
“I’m being childish? You’re the patron saint of childish!”
>”Watch your tongue Anon. Remember that I’m in your brain. It would be child’s play to send a chemical signal that would tell your heart to shut down.”
>You begin to chuckle
>”What’s so funny?”
“Do it!”
>”What?”
“Go on. Kill me! But remember… I go, you go with me.”
>Discord stares blankly into the distance.
>”I did not think this through.”
“You can’t kill me.”
>”I could cause you immense pain.”
“You don’t have the stomach for it. You’re the ‘helpful’ half of Discord, remember? And besides, it’s not your MO.”
>After a momentary stare down, he relents.
“Good. Now we’re going to set some ground rules. But first, answer me something.”
>”I need a question first.”
“Why are you in human form still?”
>”Well, I figure that If I keep looking like this, then if you see my natural form, you can know that it’s my body.”
“And if I encounter him, do you think he’ll have a way to put you back into… you?”
>”It’s possible.”
“Then why hasn’t he come to retrieve you?”
>Wait.
>That sound.
“Harv, hoofsteps. Get out.”
>”Very well, mien commandant.”
>As you blink, he disappears from your view.

>>29174183
Harvey bumpin from 9

>>29175062

>>29175700

>>29176190

>>29174183
>…
>Entering the meeting room, you stop in the doorway.
“What happened to the table?”
>The circular stone table that used to be in here is gone.
>Lancer gives a one word answer:
>”Discord.”
“I really liked that table.”
>Lancer chuckles slightly.
“What?”
>”Just remembering something Thunder said.”
>The replacement isn’t too shabby though.
>A dark varnished wood, in a C shape.
“Is this mahogany?”
>”It is actually, how did you know?”
“Part of the old ‘princess’ training. Had to be able to tell the differences between expensive furniture, and cheap stuff for social get together and the like.”
>Walking over to the seat at the center of the C shape, you start to get a feel for it.
>Still circular enough to see everypony that’s seated, but somepony could stand in the center to address everyone.
“I think I like it.”
>Your seat also faces the main entrance to the room, so no more peaking to the side of a pony’s head to see who’s coming in.
>”Well I’m glad you approve.”
>Lancer takes a seat on the end, to your right.
>”Now, I think we should properly get you up to speed.”
>Before he can speak, the door opens.
>Offense and Wave walk in to the room.
>Lancer then speaks:
>”I asked the others here as well.”
>Wave sits at the end of the table to your left, while Offense sits next to Lancer.
>There are chairs enough for seven ponies to sit.
>The center, the one you’re currently in.
>On your right is an empty seat closest to you, then Offense, and then Lancer.
>On your left are two empty seats, and then Wave.
>Three empty seats.
>You’d guess they’d be for Anon, Brairheart, and Thunder.
“I really like this table. It would be even better if we had one of those rolling chairs. For in the middle opening that the table surrounds. That would be neat.”
>”Your highness?”
>Wave asks.
“Right, sorry, was that out loud? So what did I miss?”

Ten months in, and character limit still hates me.
>>29177066
>Lancer then begins to start:
>”Well, firstly-“
>He is cut off by a knock on the door.
>”Enter.”
>An earth pony enters the room.
>He has a light brow colored coat and short golden mane that makes him look like wheat ready to be harvested.
>That’s Lancer’s aide.
“Lieutenant Crop. It’s been quite some time since I’ve seen you.”
>That was when he brought Lancer’s letter to Appleoosa, and then led you and Anon to the war council.
>”Actually, it’s Captain now.”
“Congratulations.”
>Lancer then gets straight to business:
>”What is it Crop?”
>”Sir, there’s a group of minotaurs at the entrance to the palace; they’re demanding an audience with the Princess. And their leader is quite… adamant about it.”
“Sounds like it’s a good thing I got out when I did.”

>>29177066
>Two consecutive dubs
>>29177077
>Lancer then asks Crop:
>”Are they armed?”
>”Many of his entourage are bodyguards, but their leader has agreed to enter the Palace on his own. Unarmed, save for a dagger that he says is ceremonial and for religious purposes.”
“I don’t see a problem letting in one minotaur with a knife.”
>Lancer then counters:
>”And normally, I wouldn’t either. But given what you said Starlight told you about your magic…”
“I can still fly out of reach at the first sign of trouble.”
>Lancer pauses for a second.
>”Offense, double the guard in the throne room. Wave, Make sure that at least three crossbows are hidden out of sight and trained on the minotaur at all times.”
>Wave responds:
>”I’ll make it four.”
>Offense then nods and takes his leave to get the men.
>”Crop, you can allow this leader entrance, bring him to the throne room.”
“I haven’t been back a day, and I’m already getting visitors. Gee aren’t I popular?”
>Getting out of your seat, you begin making your way to the throne room.
>Once everypony else is out of earshot, Lancer speaks to you:
>”Ma’am, if I might speak freely?”
“Of course Lancer, what is it?”
>”You’re as bad as Anon was in his twenties.”
“Why thank you General.”

>>29177084
>…
>The Mushir’s first action was to shrug off his command staff.
>As he leaves the table he was standing at, he speaks to Call.
>You still can’t speak their language, so you just stand there.
>The Mushir then surprises you by speaking directly to you:
>”Your friend can stay here. Take a walk with me.”
>He strolls past you and the guards at your heels, and shouts an order at them.
>Presumably a ‘stand down’ order, because they return to their posts.
>The Mushir then looks back to you, and motions his head, indicating for you to join him.
>When you catch up, he speaks:
>”I believe introductions are in order. I am Mushir Khidr, Admiral of the Saddle Arabian fleets, and apparently the only sane leader left in this country.”
“Major Approaching Thunder, currently the second in command to Admiral Brairheart.”
>”You fought in the Wars?”
“Against your nationalists a few years ago and against the coalition more recently.”
>He chuckles slightly.
>”You know, for a while, I really thought we had a chance with the alliance. If the advance had not have been stopped… no use dwelling in the past.”
“For what it’s worth, I’m glad that you were stopped.”
>”Ha. Do not mistake me; I have always respected your people. At least on the seas.”
“Oh?”
>”Each of the two proper wars between our nations was settled at sea. That is where the wars were lost, not with any ground battle or siege.”
“I suppose that makes sense.”
>”At the end of the first war, I commanded one of only five ships to survive. In the second, the nationalists made me an Admiral, and I was the only commander in the entire war to consistently take victories against your people. You fought the nationalists, you said?”

>>29177319
“Yes I did.”
>”Good riddance I say. They are the same type that causes strife in my country now. Filled with resent and anger, not able to accept loss.”
“Then why did you fight for them? If you don’t mind me asking.”
>He stops at one of the fountains in the courtyard, watching water spray onto the painted tiles at the bottom of the shallow pool.
>”I did not fight for them. I fought for my country. I made sure that all prisoners under my charge were treated with the respect due to a soldier. With the same respect I would expect any of my men to get if roles were reversed.”
“If you don’t mind me saying, you speak excellent Equestrian.”
>”Thank you. It is an art that many of my people disdain in these times, even despite the necessity of knowing the language of an enemy.”
>He continues walking through the immense courtyard.
>”In the second war, after you obtained naval supremacy, I mainly focused on the distant waters. Flanks, and whatever supply lines I could strike without encountering your armadas. Most of the ships under my command survived, and as the only ‘victorious’ leader after the war finished, the government made me Mushir. Head of all naval affairs of Saddle Arabia. The first one in two centuries, where piracy demanded a strong response. And what did I manage to do when my country found itself at war again? Patrol the coasts, because your navy would not leave its port!”
“And it would seem that the wars between our nations would not be solved at sea.”
>”Ha! Right you are.”
>He stops near a patch of flowers.
>”Oh the war… The newest one that is. Our generals all dead. Terskerlane the Mighty turned into a chew toy for a manticore and dropped in front of his army. Roxelana’s body was never even recovered, still missing presumed dead… like so many of my countrymen.”

>>29177324
>He turns to you and his voice becomes filled with rage, a stark contrast from his amiable demeanor.
>”And now, some old harem master who calls himself a soldier, divides this country and demands more of our sons to be sent to die in unending wars!”
>He looks downwards for a moment before raising his head.
>”Forgive me. Things have not been going… well.”
“About the battle…”
>”Your ship will be here soon, will it not?”
“It should be on the horizon any minute now. We plan to deal with the enemy airships first, hopefully a shift in air superiority will send the enemy running.”
>”Maybe, but you have not seen the fervor that is instilled into some of their troops.”
“Well after the ships are down, we need to coordinate to finish the ground battle. You’re the one who’s seen how things are down here, where do you need airpower the most?”
>”Listen.”
>You stop talking and do as he asks.
>Far in the distance you can hear popping sounds.
>”I need their artillery encampments down first.”
“Understandable.”
>”After those are dealt with, I have had my engineers construct cannon ammunition that will produce either a red or green smokescreen. Red is to indicate where I need an aerial strike, green is to indicate where I need your ship to open fire upon.”
“Red for pegasi, green for artillery.”
>”Good. And one more thing.”
“Yes?”

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>>29177327
>”Do you have a family?”
>What?
“I’m sorry?”
>”Wife, children?”
“I… do have a wife and a child on the way.”
>”Several griffons came to us to assist in training our airships. One advisor remained here after the war, and is currently the leader of their air fleet. Bring me that griffon’s head, and I will make you a rich pony. Capture him alive, and I will make you even richer. Your family will want for nothing.”
“That seems rather generous for one griffon.”
>”Without that one griffon, this war would have been over within a week.”
“Still, I’m not a mercenary.”
>”A code of honor… you are half-decent after all.”
“Thank you?”
>”The offer remains open, now I must rejoin my commanders. You may wait here for your ship to arrive.”
>He nods to you, and you return one.
>As he takes his leave, you take a slightly different path- the one leading to Call.
>He’s leaning against a wall.
>”So, how are we?”
“The mission will proceed as planned.”
>”Something on your mind?”
“It’s just that after all our peoples have been through, he seemed… half-decent.”
>”Heh, you get to talk with the boss, while I’m left here getting glances from the soldiers.”
“A few weeks ago, who’d have thought that we’d be fighting alongside them?”
>”Not me, that’s for sure. But…”
“But?”
>”I think that server girl has been checking me out.”
“This is hardly the time.”
>”When you could be dead in a few hours, it’s always the time.”
“Down boy.”
>Call sighs.
>”Yes Sir.”

>>29177329
I really really like this update

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>>29177329
I'd bring that griffon to him, alive if possible. He's an enemy, so he's going to be defeated either way. Might as well earn a bonus for doing my job.

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Bumperino

>>29177329
>…
>Good thing he stopped when he did, because the source of the hoofsteps soon passed into your room.
“Lady Tiara.”
>”Don’t you ‘Lady Tiara’ me!”
>Well then…
>She storms over you and points a hoof at your face.
>If she could reach, you think she might slap you.
>”I shouldn’t have to remind you that this is MY ship!”
“Actually, it’s state property. And in those terms, I outrank you.”
>”You came on this ship, as a guest- no more, and no less. So get one thing straight, because I will not say it again!”
“What would that be?”
>”You do NOT walk out on me! Is that clear?”
“Crystal.”
>”Crystal…?”
“Crystal, Captain.”
>”Good.”
>She turns around to leave, but stops in your doorway.
>”And Anonymous?”
“Yes?”
>”I’ve decided that we will be going north through the Lake of Tartarus.”
“Understood.”
>With that, she leaves you.
>Leaving you alone in your quarters, standing facing the door.
>”You know.”
>But you’re never alone now…
>Discord speaks as he appears to your right, putting his arm around your shoulders.
>”I think she does like you.”
>You let out a deep, frustrated sigh.
>Not at Tiara, but at Discord.

>>29184127
>…
>You sit on the throne, waiting for your guest to arrive.
>Along each side of the hall, there look to be three times as many guards.
>If you look upwards, you can see that the doors to some of the balconies just happen to be open.
>It’s not like archers are waiting just out of sight to line up a shot…
>Just before the steps to the throne begin, Lancer stands to your right, and Offense off to the left.
>The double doors at the end of the hall lurch, prompting the guards to stand at full attention.
>The sound of their armor shifting echoes in the hall momentarily, soon replaced by the doors swinging open on their large hinges.
>They should probably be oiled…
>At the end of the hall, you see two soldiers opening the door for your guest.
>They open it for a minotaur, whose voice soon echoes through the hall, reaching your ears quite easily.
>”HAHA! Sitting on THAT throne.”
>The minotaur’s hair most likely used to be a solid brown.
>But now it is replaced with off white fuzz that covers much of his body.
>Off of his chin, a long white beard drapes down, almost to the floor.
>His horns are grey and withered, time has ground down any true point, and now the tips are rounded.
>In his right hand, you see that he walks with a simple wooden cane.
>Around the upper half of his left arm, lies a dagger sheathe- fastened around his bicep by a belt.
>”It seems you continued to fight well.”
>You know this minotaur…
“I remember you…”
>He walks pretty quickly for such an old bull.
>He’s almost to the foot of the throne.
>He stops a few feet from the first steps.
>”And after overseeing such a battle! Even my age could not take that memory.”
>He was the one who enforced that trial by combat was legal, back when you challenged the minotaur general.
“I never did get your name.”
>”I have up my name and tribe when I became The Sage of my people.”
>He’s a sort of elder mixed with high priest to the minotaurs.

>>29184465
“Well what can I do for you, Sage?”
>He shifts his cane to his left hand.
>And begins to unhook the dagger’s sheathe.
>”I am here to present you with this.”
>He offers out an outstretched arm, holding the sheath and dagger out.
>Offense steps forward to take it, and then approaches you with it.
>The ‘dagger’ is sized for a minotaur, to you it’s the size of a small short sword.
>The sheathe is nothing special.
>Drawing it out, you see that the entire dagger- from blade to pommel- is bronze.
>At least you know that it’s full tang (thank you Uncle for teaching you about knives when you were a kid).
>Old bronze too, it looks incredibly ancient.
>The blade is straight, and tapers out to a round point- it’s most likely that it had a proper pointed tip when it was forged.
>There is no guard between the blade and pommel, although the grip does expand outwards to become as thick as the blade’s base.
>The grip has two slightly raised rings, placed to fit between the three fingers that minotaurs have.
>The pommel itself is circular, but flat- like the bottom of a bottle.
>It looks almost like it could stand upright on the ground or a table.
“Thank you?”
>”Oh, but it is not a gift.”
“Then what is it?”
>”Your duty.”
>You slide the dagger back in the sheathe.
>And then rest it on the throne’s arm rest.
“Care to explain?”

>>29184470
>”Tell me what you know about how my people fight in wars?”
“Tactically, strategically, doctrinally, logistically, organizationally, historically, it’s a broad topic.”
>”Where do our troops come from?”
“Tribes bring together their warriors.”
>”And who oversees and leads them?”
“Generally your high chief, however on multiple accounts that role has been given to the best warrior- a minotaur chosen by the high chief to lead the minotaur armies.”
>”You seem to know greatly about this topic.”
“I had a good teacher.”
>”But ‘high chief’ is a term not used for many many centuries.”
“But it’s common knowledge that your people are led by a high chief…”
>”Functionally, I suppose it seems to see the same to outsiders. But in my culture, this ‘high chief’ is the Archon, our highest political leader- he whom commands all of the tribes.”
>Sounds an awful lot like a high chief, but you’ll indulge him.
>It is their title after all, they can call it what they want.
“I’m sorry, but what does this talk about an Archon have to do with me?”
>”You killed him.”
“I did?”
>”In times of war, the archon may choose whomever he pleases to lead our forces. Archon White Rage chose himself, becoming General White Rage.”
“I suppose I did, but I still don’t know why you’re here.”
>”Succession falls to the immediate family of the precious Archon. Any son or brother may declare their intentions to become the next Archon. When that happens, if more than one claimant steps forward, they fight to the death in a melee. The survivor becomes Archon.”

>>29184474
“And what does that have to do with me?”
>”But, when an Archon is himself slain in fair combat, it is seen as a sign of the minotaur people and of the gods, that the current ruling family is unfit to rule.”
“Wait, that doesn’t mean that I’m the new Archon, does it?”
>”Ha! Any minotaur male may lay a claim to the title. You are neither male, nor a minotaur.”
“Then what does this all have to do with me?”
>This is getting somewhat tiring.
>”Whoever has slain the reigning Archon is given the Blade of Succession, and they must oversee the final two trials of succession as the Arbitrator of Succession. There is no restriction based on species or gender to be the Arbitrator. On one occasion, a bear was once Arbitrator, that was… complicated.”
“So because I killed White Rage, that makes me who decides your next leader?”
>”Not precisely. You will oversee the Grand Melee, where fifty competitors fight to the death until eight remain. Then, you can decide what the final trial will be, and if you were eligible to hold the title, then you would be allowed to participate in that trial.”
“What exactly do you mean when you say I can choose the final trial?”
>”It must be a martial test: a general melee, a tournament style series of duels, surviving against beasts. You may choose the means of combat: unarmed brawling, swords, spears, one Arbitrator even chose archery to give himself the advantage.”
“Do I have a choice in all of this? I mean, am I allowed to decline?”

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>>29184479
>”… No, I don’t believe you would be able to. If you do not travel to the old coliseum in my homeland, then the candidates would be forced to voyage to your city, with their tribes following to spectate. And given how many of my people were… looking forward to a war with your people, there might be more than a few… incidents. And it would be seen as a great insult to my people, we would be obligated to call you blood rivals for a hundred generations.”
“Well we can’t have that, now can we?”
>”It would be regrettable.”
“Sage, I would be honored to serve as Arbitrator for your people.”
>”Thank you Princess. The elders have almost finished their trials to decide which fifty may try their hand. Your presence will be required soon.”
“How soon?”
>”They should finish by the end of the week. After that, the Grand Melee can be delayed for two more before there would be issues.”
“Well it seems we should leave sooner rather than later. Will you be traveling with us?”
>”It is my role to see that the Arbitrator is not harmed.”
“Then I’ll take that as a yes. I’ll finish up what needs to be done here, and we’ll be leaving within a few days. General Lancer, would you see to it that the Sage and his men receive guest quarters?”
>He should realize that means: make sure they don’t cause any incidents.
>”Of course your highness.”
>The Sage then glances at Lancer:
>”They won’t cause you any issues. Just a few bodyguards who know how to restrain themselves, and a couple attendants… In case you haven’t noticed, I am incredibly old. A hundred and seven to be precise.”
>Huh, he doesn’t seem a day over a hundred and five.
>If you recall correctly, minotaurs can easily live to be ninety.
>That is if they don’t died by forty or fifty in a fight.
>The Sage then continues:
>”Something without too many stairs would be greatly appreciated.”
>”I’m sure that can be arranged.”

>>29184483
for those wondering, the past couple night's have had bigger updates than the usual 3-4 posts, because I've got a major second wind (or third, fourth, whatever- it's a long story, there have been multiple winds) with what I've got planned for all three PoV characters. Writer's bloc for specific scenes notwithstanding, I've got lots of ideas and plans for the Lake of Tartarus arc, the Saddle Arabia arc, and the Minotaur Succession arc.

This will be the act that puts the war back into Heart of War

>>29184515
Yea yea boi

>>29184515
Thats pretty cool. Not as cool as these digits though.

>>29184974
You couldn't even get your digits right on an Ethiopian Embroidery forum. I think it's time to take a long hard look at yourself.

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>>29184515
Julius Caesar Salad dude. This isn't a second wind it's a whole hurricane of goodness. Nice.
>>29177324
Mfw OC becomes a canon

>>29163914
/mlk/ is common everywhere.

Does nobody remember Operators in Equestria?

I member.

>>29185402
I member!
I used to glance through the threads from time to time, don't know what happened to them though

>>29185402
What is operators in Equestria about?

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Rainy day. A perfect reason not to go outside.

>>29184483
>…
>”What’s taking them so long?”
>Call asks as you both hold place in the air over the courtyard.
>The horizon is empty- nothing but clouds and the sky.
“They should be visible by now.”
>”I don’t like this…”
>You hear shouting from below, and as you glance down, you see a runner approaching the Mushir.
“What’s he saying?”
>”They’ve broken through the wall.”
“Let’s get down there.”
>You fly down to the table the Mushir is standing at, just in time for Call to translate the runner’s message.
>”Simply put, the enemy has amassed an assault on the city’s northern gate. They managed to scale the wall and open the gate, letting more soldiers pour into the city.”
>Cal turns to you.
>”They’re outnumbered at least five to one, without those walls to even the field…”
“I understand.”
>”Sir, if that gate isn’t retaken, the impact on each side’s moral alone will solidify the outcome of the battle. And it won’t be the good outcome.”
>The Mushir turns away from his own conversation and walks to the ledge that overlooks the city.
>”Also.”
>Call continues.
>”If I heard right, the enemy have moved up mortar encampments. They’re in range of the city now, but they aren’t firing at the walls.”
“What are they doing?”
>The smoke in the distance makes the question superfluous.
>”They’re targeting the city itself. And any civilians who haven’t been able to get far enough out of range.”
>The Mushir turns his head and quietly gives an order to another officer.
“What’d he say?”

>>29191237
>”Fetch my things.”
>The Mushir then fully turns around and speaks once again.
>And this time he’s talking to you.
>”Where is your ship?”
>He asks in a tone that is much to calm for his situation.
“It will be here. Soon. You just need to hold out a little while longer.”
>”For both of our sakes, I pray that you are right.”
>He then reaches up to his turban, pulling it off and letting it fall to the side.
>It reveals that his mane is either shaved off, or he is bald.
>A group of aides then rush over, carrying…
>Armor.
>They begin the process of equipping the Mushir.
>The armor is identical to the heavy gear worn by the soldiers in the courtyard, however looks to be made of steel rather than iron.
>After his torso is fully armored, they get to work on the legs.
>Once that is in place, one aide begins to fasten a helmet on his head, while a second and third fix a pair sheathed scimitars to either side of his body.
>Once the swords are in place, the fourth attendant arrives and fastens a round shield onto his left side.
>With all his equipment ready, he lets out a shrill whistle.
>Prompting every armored soldier you can see begin to move.
>Where to you can’t say.
>The Mushir then looks back to you.
>”You will have your time.”
>He then walks off, presumably to join his men.
>Looking around at the remaining command staff, they remain silent.
>But anypony could read the looks on their faces.
>Each weary face shows resignation.
>They’ve accepted that their war has ended.
>That they’ve lost.
>And all they have left is to decide how they die.
“Corporal.”
>”Sir?”
“I have an idea.”
>”Is it a stupid idea.”
“Extremely.”
>”then I’m in.”

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>>29191244
>…
>It seems that the monarchists have revived the old flag that the nationalists used.
>The lower half of the flag is a dull yellow, representing the sand of the desert.
>The top half is a sky blue, representing, well, the sky.
>The central figure of the flag is a black falcon with its wings outstretched to either side.
>The falcon itself is then stylized to look angular and semi metallic.
>And then over its head, a sun rests in the ‘sky’ portion of the flag.
>It’s a flag that you saw a lot of back in the Second Coast War.
>And now it’s a flag that you’re seeing again.
>Being woven in the air above by a soldier standing on the top of the northern gatehouse.
>A soldier that is very quickly getting bigger in your view.
>He turns and notices your approach, but it was already too late.
>The look on his face turned from one of ecstatic joy, to utter confusion, all in one second.
>For the slightest moment, you feel a pang of guilt.
>The boy couldn’t have been more than sixteen.
>But that feeling goes away and is replaced by the impact as you connect your right shoulder to his neck.
>The force of impact sends him and the flagpole he was waving over the edge, falling the fifty or so feet down into the crowd of his advancing allies.
>As you flap your wings to land atop the gatehouse, you see Call rush the other Saddle Arabian on the roof.
>An older one, presumably an officer who was shouting down to the advancing army.
>Orders, propaganda, raising moral; you don’t know what he was yelling, but at this point it doesn’t matter as he is flung over the edge to join the flag bearer.
>Quickly scanning the roof of the gatehouse, you yell over to Call.
“No access to the interior from here, we’ll have to go down onto the wall.”
>”I hate it when there’s no roof access.”
>A few arrows start flying over your head.
“ON THAT WALL!”

>>29191684
>The sound of steel rings through the air, as you and your sole ally in this fight draw swords.
>Dashing to the southern side of the gatehouse, you and Call then jump down to the wall below.
>While in the air, you get a good look at the wall.
>Dozens of siege ladders spewing forth infantry.
>They enemy control the wall for as far as you can see.
>And the men who were once going to the nearest set of stairs to reach the interior of the city are turning around.
>Heading towards the gatehouse- towards you.
>Flapping your wings to soften your landing, the enemy are already upon you.
>You push an incoming spear to the side, and then slash at the side of the Saddle Arabian behind it.
>As you push his body into the city below, the next foes are already at you.
>One attempts to strike high with a sword, but left his center unguarded.
>A quick jab stops his attempt.
>These soldiers don’t deserve to even be called soldiers.
>Little to no equipment, most only have a spear or sword.
>Almost none of them have armor.
>You hack down into the shoulder of another conscript.
>And none of them have training.
>To your left, Call parries the blades of two attackers before countering.
>But still, there are too many enemies.
>You can’t kill them all, and they’re getting more condensed on the wall in front of you.
>Taking his bald out of a Saddle Arabian, Call glances over to you
>“I’m at five already.”
>You hear the scream of a charge behind you.
“Cover me!”
>You spin around and push away a spear that was ready to pierce Call’s flank.
>Then slash into that soldier’s neck before moving your blade to stop a hack from a scimitar aimed at your head.
“Fall back! Into the gatehouse!”
>”I’ll cover this door, GO!”

>>29191687
>You strike out at the Saddle Arabian in front of you, and then start to advance.
>A glance behind you shows that Call is now in an upright position, hovering in the doorway.
>In his off hoof, he has a dagger.
>He won’t be able to hold very long.
>Looking back ahead of you, another Saddle Arabian is charging.
>You flap your wings to counter charge.
>You duck under his spear and thrust your word into his chest.
>As you remove your weapon from flesh, you can scan the room.
>Directly in front of you is the opposite doorway, leading to the walls north of the gatehouse.
>To your right is the main body of the room.
>In the center of it is a large winch, where up to four ponies have to push the winch to open and close the portcullis.
>But you don’t have time to push it closed.
>You parry another blade that comes your way, slashing at another Saddle Arabian’s neck.
>There is a large lever on the ground against the north wall of the room.
>Only problem is that advancing enemies are between you and it.
>A spear is jabbed towards you, you respond by grabbing it with your left hoof.
>You pull it in, and slash at its wielder.
>As his grip goes limp and his body falls to the ground, you spin the spear around and jab it into the next advancing enemy, leaving go of it as it enters his chest.
>Jumping over the two bodies, you give a left hook to the face of the next one.
>Then jab your sword into his side as he is stunned.
>Pulling it out, you slash towards the next one.
>And the next.
>And the next.
>And the next.
>You’re within a wing’s length from the doorway leading to the wall.
>Knocking a spear away, you rush toward the Saddle Arabian behind it, and put all your strength into pushing him away from you.
>And into the next wave of incoming foes.

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>>29191689
>That’ll give you a second or two.
>You run to your right, reaching the lever.
>Here goes nothing.
>It doesn’t want to budge.
>You force a shoulder against it and push with all of your might.
>Once it moves an inch, it shoots to the other side.
>And you hear a release.
>Followed immediately by a loud thud coming from below.
>You’ll take it.
>Turning back around, you’re faced with a Saddle Arabian ready to strike.
>A throwing knife lodges itself in his skull, and he slumps to the side.
“Thanks!”
>You yell to Call, who is now turning back to face the incoming Saddle Arabians.
>”Don’t mention it!”
>Stepping into the north doorway onto the walls, you get ready to stand your ground.
“We have to hold this position!”
>You yell to Call.
>”I know that already!”
>The gate is closed for now, but if they can just reopen it, then not much will have been gained.
>You hold your sword up to catch an incoming blade.
>”Just another day at the office?”
>You hear Call yell from behind you.
>You force away the blade yours is locked with, and slash at its owner.
“I’m a bit busy here!”

>>29191693
Noice bump

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>counting enemies killed
>banter between thunder and call
>siege ladders
>gatehouse
>WALL
Muh Warcraft III helms deep nostalgia boner is off the charts!

>>29191689
>And the next
>And the next
>And the next
MORE MEAT FOR THE MEAT GRINDER!
MORE MEAT FOR THE MEAT GRINDER!
MORE MEAT FOR THE MEAT GRINDER!

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>>29148549
>"It's been a long time Maverick."
>Maverick?
>He stares at you through black as night eyes while a bit of whatever came out of Alto still lingers on his lips.
>"Oh my mistake, where are my mannerisms, did you want some? I think she can let out a little more."
>He kicks the downed unicorn in the gut and she lets out a weary gasp for air.
>She's still alive!
>Taking Powders sheathed sword, you free it from its bind and point it at the black unicorn.
"Stay away from her, changeling monster!"
>Looking to the sword then at you he lets out a deep guttural laugh.
>"Maverick you haven't changed a bit. Literally. Well except maybe for your wings."
"Get back you disgusting bug!"
>You put the tip of the sword inches from his neck.
>His cheeky demeanor drops to his former serious tone.
>"Maverick, just because we have history together don't mistake that for friendship. Let's not forget who abandoned who in those frozen mountains, but I'm a forgive and forget kind of changeling. Come with me and everything will be cleared up licitly split. No more dealing with revolting dogs. No more babysitting wounded mares."
"I told you, I never seen you before in my life! Even if I did I would never even conceive of working with a changeling! The only thing you bugs are useful for is target practice! And my name is NOT Maverick! It's Flash Sentry!"
>This just causes him to erupt into laughter.
>"How ironic."
>He steps forward unafraid of your threat.
>"You really don't remember? Well honestly I would love to forget, but I guess that just proves it. You are sick."
"Step away from the unicorn!"
>"Or else what? You gonna-"
>He morphs into a familiar looking white stallion.
>"-kill your best friend?"
"Blueblood!"

>>29194847
>Seeing your old friend leaves you off guard.
>His familiar features quickly changes back into a black unicorns cheeky smile.
>"Got ya."
>He quickly lands a hoof into your chest and takes the now free sword.
>As you get up, he points the sword into your direction.
>"I can't believe you fell for the oldest changeling trick in the book."
"Savage demons."
>"'With treachery, the treacherous shall act treacherously...'"
>What?
>Something in the back of your mind clung to that statement.
"What did you say?"
>"*sigh*...'And through our actions we will rule over all.' Our old maxim. You truly did forget. Oh well more fun for me I guess."
>His words were almost like a trigger on your mind.
>You instantly flashback to the last mission you and Blueblood were on.
>A diplomatic mission to Yakyakistan.
>Something was different about this memory though.
>The area looked familiar, it was at the crossroads before entering the actual palace.
>You know this because of the giant rock you and Blueblood use as a marker to keep yourselves from getting lost.
>Snow is pouring down obstructing visibility.
>Everything is familiar, but at the same time foreign.
>As Blueblood's carriage comes into view, there walking alongside it was yourself!
>Before the vision can continue you are brought back to reality.
"What in Celestia was that?"
>The changeling disregarding your question morphs into his true form and tackles you, pinning you on the ground.
>"I want you to remember this moment Maverick! I gave you the choice to come and you refused. So don't blame me if it gets worse!"
>He presses his horn against your forehead.
>Right when it makes contact you feel as if your entire body is being cooked from the inside out.
>You scream out in anguish with all your might but he continues undismayed.
>Eventually you black out from the pain.

>>29191684
The flag bearers death hit me more than it should have.

>>29185819
It was a general thingy where they basically did D&D with characters made on innawoods (google it, first result) and fought diamond dogs that had musket and cannon level technology.

It was pretty rad.

>>29196783

tired and drunk, no stuff tonight

>>29198230
Cool mate, remember to drink lots of water.
Bump

>>29198230
Hey nerd!
Yeah, I'm talking to you!
Listen you smelly drunk dork
If I ever EVER catch you in my line of sight I'll wreck ya. Capisce?

Now beat it
Before I beat you

>>29198602
If you drink water that's how you loose the buzz D:

>>29198616
You shouldn't use the 4chan when inebriated.

>>29198910
Yeah I know, but it means you can drink even more, or do what I usually do, smoke some green, then drink, then smoke some more. It stops me going overboard and chucking up everywhere.

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>>29199481
*gasp* Smoker!

>>29199481

>>29199959
I chuckled, they're annoying fuckers though.
Bum

Bumperino

>>29201447

>>29202396
Whoa okay 9 again in under an hour.

>>29202903

>>29198616
Well gee Anon, that's not a very nice thing to say.
>>29191693
>…
>You said you were busy, and busy you were.
>But eventually you earned a rest.
>Not because the enemy stopped attacking, but because the bodies are stacked to highly for them to advance into the gatehouse.
“Call?’
>”Still here.”
>You turn around and notice that his situation is similar to yours.
>Seeing that the immediate threat is on pause, Call sits immediately.
“It will only take them a minute or so to clear the way once again.”
>”Well let me have my minute.”
>Taking stock of the situation, you start to better analyze the room.
>A few unlit torches lay in sconces on the wall.
>On the side of the room that faces out outwards, light enters from a few arrow slits.
>Each of the doorways have piles of bodies blocking the way in.
>Or out…
>Light can still shine through the upper corners of the doorway, and you can hear soldiers outside yelling at each other.
>Due to the way the pile lurches slightly, you’d guess that they’re pulling away bodies right now.
>Or some of the Saddle Arabians in the piles aren’t dead.
>Most likely both.
“Got any matches?”
>”Fancy a smoke?”
>He reaches into a pouch and tosses a matchbook at you.
“Something like that.”
>Walking over to the nearest torch, you strike a match and light it.

>>29205370
“Give me one of those grenades.”
>Call stands up.
>”I see what you’re getting at.”
>He opens up his satchel and pulls out a small black sphere with a fuse sticking out of it.
>After he gives you one, he pulls out a second.
>You each hold the fuse up to the torch’s fire.
>And then you each run to your respective doorway.
>Gently tossing the grenade over the pile of corpses, you duck over into the corner of the room for cover.
>Across from you, you see the Corporal taking cover as well.
>In quick succession, you hear a pair of small explosions.
>The noise that reverberated into the room leaves your ears slightly ringing.
>It quickly settles and you can inspect the damage.
>The first thing you notice are the cries of pain from outside.
>Those unlucky enough to be killed instantly from shrapnel or explosive force are writhing in pain outside.
>A shame, but now the enemy will have to clear out their injured as well.
>The corpses that block access into the room are largely undisturbed.
>On your side however, the explosion knocked a couple of the topmost bodies inside the gatehouse.
>You do hear something unexpected.
>A trio of shrill horn blasts can be heard.
“Through that gap.”
>You say pointing at the north doorway.
>The hole at the top should be big enough for you to fly through.
>And you need a look at what’s happening outside.
>Flying through the gap you can see the grenade’s messy handiwork.
>But you do have a short amount of time before the next able-bodied enemy will be able to get through.

>>29205372
>You land atop the roof of the guardhouse, and keep your head low to avoid any arrow fire that might come your way.
>Call sets down beside you to the right.
“Keep an eye on that gap, If we could get through, they might be able to as well.”
>”Aye.”
>Looking into the city, you can see the source of the horn’s sound.
>Down the main road that leads to the gate, you see a charging force.
>And the sound of iron thumping against the cobbled stone of the road as a force of heavy infantry come galloping towards the enemy.
>At the head of the host is a Saddle Arabian clad in steel, a stark contrast to the dull iron of his men.
>War cries sound through the air as the sides clash.
>Momentum is with the heavy infantry though.
>It’s a slaughter down there.
>Give them five minutes and they’ll be at the walls.
“You seeing this? The Mushir is actually leading the charge personally.”
>”Uhh… Sir?”
“Are they recovering already?”
>”No… it’s…”
>You glance to your right.
>Call is not facing the north, overlooking the wall.
>He’s looking east.
>As you turn around, you can see what he’s looking at.
>A dozen airships.
>Still a ways off, but all are close enough that you can distinguish their blimps from their hulls.
“Come on Corporal, we don’t have time to sit back and watch.
>You nod your head to the south, and the two of you walk over to that side of the roof.
>The enemy are no longer attempting to gain entrance to the gatehouse.
>Instead they’re moving south.
>A couple hundred feet down the wall, you can see the Mushir’s men advancing on the wall.
“This side should be clear for now.”
>Glancing to the west, you see that the heavy infantry are quickly gaining ground.
“I think this one is good enough too.”
>”Where’s the Mushir?”
“He was just there.”
>You begin scanning through the infantry, looking for a glint of steel.
>But you can only see an ocean of iron.
>If he’s dead, then…

Gonna call it here tonight, need to try and get back into a normal sleeping schedule
>>29205374
>”There!”
>Call is pointing to a rooftop on the north side of the road.
>The Mushir is looking to the west, a pair of soldiers flanking him.
>He’s watching the airships advance in the distance.
>Then his head turns to you.
>Despite the helmet, you know what the look on his face would be.
>Disappointed, that none of the promises made to him have been carried out.
“Oh for the love of! Where’s the damn ship?”
>”Hey Thunder?”
“What?”
>”What’s wrong about this picture?”
“This is hardly the time to chew the scenery.”
>”No, I mean that something is really off. I just can’t place my hoof on it.”
“We’re in the middle of a war!”
>”I’VE GOT IT!”
“And what, pray tell, is it?”
>”Isn’t that cumulus pretty low?”
“You’re weather watching at a time like this?”
>You look to what he’s talking about.
>Over the city is a light grey cumulus cloud that only looks a thousand or so feet off of the ground.
>”It should be five thousand or so more feet up.”
“I suppose you’re right but-“
>You’re cut off as a loud blast of thunder sounds through the air.
>And you feel your body shake from the immense force of the sound wave.
>But the sound silenced the field.
>Whereas a moment ago the endless sounds of battle filled the air, now it is dead silent.
>As if everypony stopped to look to the skies.
>But that’s not thunder, you know thunder.
>The bright blue beam in the air also tells you that.
>It reaches out over the sky, impacting one of the enemy airships in the center of the line.
>And its hull then explodes.
>Looking back to the west, you see a long dark hull lower itself from the puffy grey cloud.
“The Prydwen…”
>”Took their bloody time.”

>>29205378
>sleep
Weak.

But seriously, don't dick us with a character change now, please. Shits getting good

>>29205372
>Those unlucky enough to be killed instantly from shrapnel or explosive force are writhing in pain outside.
should be
>Those unlucky enough NOT to be killed instantly from shrapnel or explosive force are writhing in pain outside.

>>29205547
Bump for edits

Needs saving.

>>29206056
From page 9!

>>29206408

I'll be writing later this afternoon.
>>29205465
We will be staying with this PoV for a while.
>>29205547
shit, my bad. Thanks for mentioning it, fixed it for pastebin.

>>29207110

>>29194859
Het Thing? What beer you fav? I am to go bowling drinking and was just wondering?

>>29209620
Rolling Rock. I'm not a huge fan of pale beers in general, but damn did it grow on me.

>>29210311
Well dubs say drink, so I drink. Not sure wgat a rock is but I will find out tonight,t

>>29210455
Well dubs say cheers, so cheers m8

>>29210455
>Not sure what a rock is
Fucking alcoholic writefag.

>>29210483
Cheers
>>29210551
Yes I guess only on weekends.

>9

>>29211210

>>29210650
Be safe you magnificent bastard

>>29211210

>>29205378
>…
>After quickly boarding the ship, you walk to the forward observation room.
>Before you can open the door, the ship shakes as the main gun fires again.
>Opening the door and passing through it, you can see that the shot hit its target.
>That’s two down.
>”Major, the men are waiting in the cargo bay to launch.”
>The Admiral glances to you momentarily before turning his head back to inspect the battlefield below.
“Sir, have the gunners watch for smoke. A green smokescreen will be used to target where they need cannons to bear down on. Avoid red smoke, because that’s where pegasi are needed.”
>”Thank you; now get to the strike force.”
“Sir!”
>Exiting the room, you see Call sitting on one of the benches outside the observation room.
“Come on, no time for rest.”
>“But I just sat down.”
“That’s your fault for weighing yourself down with so much gear, now on your hooves Corporal.”
>…
“Lieutenant Wind.”
>”So nice of you to join us, Major.”
>You walk past the Lieutenant and the squadron commanders.
>The rearmost room of the Prydwen is a massive cargo bay.
>Scattered across the floor and scaffolds, three hundred pegasi await to sortie into battle.
>They all look prepped and ready to go.
>Turning back to the Lieutenant, you offer the same words you told to Brairheart.
>But you have to pause as you feel the ship shake as the main gun fires again.
“Green smokescreens signify artillery barrages, red ones need pegasi assistance.”
>Lieutenant Wind addresses the squadron leaders:
>”You heard the Major.”
>The Sergeants nod and offer quick acknowledgements.

>>29213462
>”Major, we’ll be flying high and coming down onto their northern flank. One ship per Air Wing, A has the northernmost one, B the next, and C has the third, and all Wings will work themselves down the line. The main gun will be targeting the southernmost ships, so we meet in the center.”
>He then starts to make for the center of the cargo bay.
>”Attention!”
>The pegasi stand at attention, waiting on the words of their officer.
>”This will be our first real battle together… But you have been chosen because you are all the best of the best. The enemy outnumbers us, both in terms of ships and in terms of men. Quality will win this day, not quantity. Almost all of you fought in the Second Coast War, so you know the enemy. Today they’ve seem to have gotten it into their heads that they can challenge us in the skies.”
>He pauses for a moment.
>”That’s right; they think they can best us, when many of us were BORN in the sky!”
>Scattered cheering sound through the room before he silences it.
>”We have one ship, and three hundred men… against a dozen ships and a many hundreds of thousands of men… For the sake of fairness, we should wait for them to triple those numbers. But war is not fair.”
>Some shouts of excitement and readiness echo through the cargo bay.
>”Fly high! Fly fast! And come down so hard, that they won’t challenge us in the skies for generations to come! Now open that hatch!”

This might be it for the night
>>29213467
>As the men cheer before the battle, a pair of unicorns stand at the far end of the room.
>Their horns light up and so does much of the back wall.
>Light and wind starts to peak through the top seam of the cargo bay door, as the wall begins to move on its massive hinges.
>Eventually it becomes level with the floor of the room, and you can see that city walls behind the ship.
>Lieutenant Wind then places his helmet on, and yells to his men.
>”A-Wing, on me!”
>He gets a bit of a running start before taking off, flying out of the ship and pulling up into the air to go high into the sky.
>As he took to the skies, five squadrons flock to him, following his flight path.
>After A-Wing has fully left the ship, a red pegasi steps forward.
>Sergeant Baron, if you recall correctly.
>”B-Wing, take to the skies!”
>You wait for the next group to launch before addressing the remaining soldiers.
“C-Wing… Move out!”
>You take off, noticing that Corporal Call is right behind you.
>When clear of the cargo bay, you begin to fly directly upwards.
>Then rotate so that your body faces the enemy line before leveling out.
>As you get above the Prydwen, you hear and see the guns fire.
>All eighty of them firing into the enemy infantry lines massed below the ship.
>Passing over the ship, the artillerymen in the mortar encampments cheer the pegasi over them on.
>A few seconds later, as you get clear of the ship, five great cannons can be heard.
>You don’t know where they fired, but one of them actually hit one of the enemy airships.
>Some madman actually hit the blimp that keeps it in the air!
>It arced down and exploded as it hit the top, rupturing it and sending the hull slamming towards the ground.
>But you continue flying forward, steadily increasing in altitude.
>Getting into position to dive down at the enemy.
>But you still have quite the distance to cross.

Badabababaaamp...im loving this

>>29213471
The Prydwen Can go through a dragon, so I f it gets a good angle on them how many ships could it go through?

>>29214970
Pretty sure it could if they were all lined up.

>>29215152

>>29216092

>>29217001

>>29218250

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anal

I feel it. Fucking flag bearer Caspian. Fuck.

>>29218921

Writer's block is hitting me hard this evening. I'm attempting to remedy with ambient military marches and CCR songs. Updates soon, hopefully.

>>29221361
>CCR
Really wish I never broke my live CDs from them.
>>29219981
Fuck.

>>29213471
>…
“Alright, you two take your squadrons to take the port side, you two take the starboard. You’re with me, from the stern.”
>At your word, your men split up.
>And as you begin to nosedive, they follow.
>You’re directly above the target ship.
>As you reach the blimp, you draw your sword.
>And as you move past it, you find that the men on deck were waiting for you.
>As pegasi descend upon the main deck of the enemy airship, the crew meets them with spears at the ready.
>Most of your men are able to avoid skewering themselves upon the defender’s weapons.
>Most, not all.
>To your left a swivel gun fires a load of grapeshot into the air, sending three pegasi plummeting to the ground below.
>You are assaulting the bridge, and you swerve left at the last minute to avoid a spear.
>Hacking into the spearman’s neck, your momentum keeps you moving past him, and you land in the center of the upper deck.
>Right in front of the ship’s captain.
>A dark brown stallion with bulky robes that most likely hide chainmail.
>As you land, he draws a scimitar, and the polished steel glistens.
>To each pony, his own battle.
>You open up with a lunge as you attempt to jab your blade into his chest.
>However he parries the attack, sending your sword to the left, and he attempts to counter with a high slash into your neck.
>You barely manage to get your sword up to block it.
>As steel sparks against steel, you push away his blade and attempt to hack down into his torso.
>However he jumps back, avoiding the strike.
>The men on the ground might not be trained or well equipped, but these ones definitely are.
>You and the enemy captain start to slowly walk in a circle, moving clockwise around the deck.
>Each of you eyes the other, waiting for an opening.
>And it comes as you both leap forward, closing the small distance and locking blades.
>Your faces are barely over a foot away from each other, and your blades are the only thing between them.

>>29221795
>Then your helmet rings as he swings with his off-hoof.
>It’s slightly disorientating, but while he’s off balance, you can push him away.
>And follow with a hack into his side.
>Unfortunately it thumps against metal; the captain lets out a small grunt, but otherwise is still able to fight.
>This time it’s you who jumps back to avoid a slash.
>And as you face down the captain-
>Off to the north an ear-piercing boom echoes.
>You glance to see what happened, and you can see that the northernmost airship is now raining down onto the field below as charred rubble.
>But a quick glance is all you can afford, as your eyes soon lock back to face the enemy captain.
>You reaffirm your grip onto your sword, and the captain waves his scimitar around in a quick circular motion.
>As you prepare to strike, a spear runs through his side, just behind his front left shoulder.
>Corporal Call then continues his charge as he thrusts the spear deeper into the Saddle Arabian, ending by shouldering his body and knocking him to the floor.
>”Sorry Sir, you were taking too long.”
>As you glance around, you see that the upper deck is now empty, aside from yourself, Call, and a few Saddle Arabian corpses.
>Down on the main deck, you see your men, and some surrendering Saddle Arabians.
>”They’re waiting on the order to storm the interior.”
“Casualties? I count about ten.”
>”I count eleven.”
“Come on, let’s get down there. We’ll lead the attack.”
>You begin to make your way to the starboard side of the ship.
>B-Wing looks to be doing well enough with their ship.
>”Sir?”
“That’s an order Corporal.”
>”Sir!”
“What!”

>>29221798
>You turn to face him and see what he’s worried about.
>The next ship in the line has been approaching the ship that you’re on.
>They couldn’t possibly fire on their own ship…
“Brace for impact, take cover!”
>You yell to your men on deck as the enemy ship unleashes a broadside.
>The ship you’ve boarded shakes as cannon fire peppers its hull.
>Right next to you, the ship’s wheel shatters as a ball of lead strikes it.
>A scream indicates that at least one of your men was taken by the attack.
>From deep inside the ship, you can hear an unnatural sound.
>Gears grind against each other and metallic churning and screeching echoes through the screams of crewmen from the ship’s interior.
>And you quickly notice that the ship is losing altitude.
>Rushing to the railing, you yell down to your men:
“Off the ship, now! On my lead!”
>Because the next ship over just fired a full broadside, their cannons won’t be loaded with grapeshot to strike down a straight charge.
>But you’re not going to do a straight charge.
>As you take flight away from the quickly sinking ship, in the distance you see the Prydwen’s main gun annihilate another ship.
>While flying towards your target, you actually see that the Prydwen is bearing down on the enemy airships.
>However, you still have an airship to deal with here.
>You set down atop the blimp that carries it.
>Some of your men set down as well, while the others hover in the air.
>The ship you’re on can’t hit you from here, and any other ships would just end up sinking this one.
“Alright! How many of you have grenades with you?”
>About a dozen pegasi step forward or set down near you.
“Well we’re standing on canvas, think canvas, but still canvas. Spread out, make a hole, and drop a grenade into it on my mark.”

Small post because slightly over character limit
>>29221804
>As the grenadiers spread out over the top of the blimp, you address the other men:
“Alright, the main gun took out four, a mortar got one, and this will be the pegasi’s forth-“
>You’re cut off by an approaching soldier, a red pegasi leading four squadrons.
>”Sir!”
“Sergeant Baron, what’s the situation with your Wing?”
>”The enemy destroyed their own ship when A-Wing tried to assault it. The survivors joined B-Wing and we’ve secured out ship.”
“How many survived from A-Wing?”
>”Forty or so.”
“Lieutenant Wind?”
>”He was inside the ship when the enemy lit their powder.”
>He’s gone.
“Damn.”
>”With him gone, I’m the ranking Sergeant. I offer you command of the mission, Sir.”
“Give me a second to survey the field.”
>”Aye Sir.”

More tomorrow
>>29221807
>As you look to the south, you see the remaining ships.
>Three remain afloat, four if you count the one you’re standing on.
>Two of the enemy ships are moving forward around to the left, while the third and the one
you’re standing on are moving around to the right.
>They look to be attempting to catch the Prydwen in crossfire.
“Alright, we’re going to sink this one, then move onto the closer ship to the south. The Prydwen will be able to deal with the two that are going to her starboard side. We’ll hit it hard and hit it fast. I want the ship secured before they get a chance to order its destruction.”
>”Aye Sir.”
“Grenadiers!”
>A chorus of ‘Yes Sir’ sounds through the air.
“Bombs away.”
>With the order give, you take flight and get out far away from the ship.
>And you bank left to aim for the next ship.
>After getting clear, and hearing the explosions in the distance, you glance back.
>And see the hull of the ship, slamming down to the ground, trailing the tatters of its blimp with it.
>You’ve got nine squadrons of pegasi about to come down on the next ship.
>And as you fly towards the next target, you can only hope that they don’t try to take you down with them.

>wake up in the middle of the night bump

>>29214970
I imagine it's something like this, firing wise.
https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=66uztXuzaUo

>>29222345

>>29224853

>>29226217

>>29227197
Nine

>>29228074

The semester starts tomorrow, so I won't be writing too late tonight. Updates coming soon
>>29223135
Needs more bass, but yes

>>29221811
>…
>You were the first to land and first in the fight.
>After flying over the bow and setting down on the main deck, while dodging spears, you went to the bloody business.
>As you start to hack away at the defending crew, your men will quickly overwhelm the men on deck.
>But as you lock swords with a Saddle Arabian, you catch a glimpse of something foreign to this land.
>A peaked officer’s cap.
>Pushing away the Saddle Arabian, you look to the bridge of the ship.
>Next to the Saddle Arabian at the wheel, is a griffon, wearing an officer’s uniform that very obviously sticks out from the rest of the crew.
>It looks like he’s surveying the battlefield.
>The griffon leans over and whispers something to the Saddle Arabian at the wheel.
>Before you can outstretch your wings to get to him, the Saddle Arabian you’ve been fighting charges back at you with his sword.
>You manage to deflect the blade, but you were taken off guard, and are tackled to the ground.
>He dropped his sword, and yours was knocked away.
>While on your side, you can then make out a griffon flying away from the ship, heading east.
>Struggling with the enemy, you elbow him in the head.
>It gets him off of you, and as you spring to your hooves, the enemy does the same.
>Both of you are unarmed, staring the other down.
>But your sword is right between you.
>Each of you makes a dash for it.
>He goes low, diving down with a hoof out to grab at it.
>Instead of going straight for the weapon, you flapped your wings and flew above him.
>To deliver a swift kick to his nose.
>It sends the Saddle Arabian reeling back.
>Giving you just enough time to land, pick up your sword, and run it through his chest.

>>29229942
>As you are able to return your attention to the bridge, you see the man at the wheel blankly looking forwards.
>You’ve seen that look in too many soldiers.
>His thousand yard stare continues while you knock away a spear from another attacker.
>You follow the parry with a thrust, landing squarely in the attacker’s neck.
>Glancing back to the Saddle Arabian at the wheel, you see that he’s now wildly looking around.
>Almost panicking.
>He should be; your men have landed on the upper deck.
>He then shouts something in his native tongue, his voice is old.
>Very old.
>You notice a few of the crew turn their heads to look at the one at the wheel.
>He then surprises you by yelling in words you can understand:
>”STOP! STOP! We surrender!”
>What?
“HOLD!”
>A few more sounds of steel clashing can be heard, but it quickly dies down.
>Leaving your men and the enemy in an impasse, as all still point weapons at the closest enemy.
>Flapping your wings, you fly over to the upper deck, keeping your sword at the ready.
>As you land, you keep your sword squarely pointed at the Saddle Arabian.
“Is this some sort of trick?”
>It’s less of a question, and more of a demand.
>”What? No, no.”
>For what it’s worth, the greying Saddle Arabian sounds genuine.
>”I am- how do you say second in charge of a ship?”

More tomorrow
>>29229946
“First mate?”
>”Yes. I am first mate. The Captain fled and ordered me to destroy the ship with all of you on board.”
“Then why are you disobeying orders?”
>”Please, my name Qadim. I have two grandsons serving on board. All of my brothers and sons are dead, I do not want to lose the rest of my family.”
>You stare down the acting captain of the ship.
“Order your men to drop their weapons.”
>He turns his head to look to the crew before shouting something in their language.
>Slowly, the surviving crew on deck starts to lay down their arms.
>There are some holdouts, but when your men bring their own weapons closer to the obviously outnumbered holdouts, they comply as well.
“Sergeant Baron!”
>”Aye Sir!”
“Begin securing the lower decks and take the first mate with you. Anypony who lays down their weapons will be treated fairly, but if they don’t, then you don’t hesitate.”
>”Yes Sir!”
>He flies up to the main deck, and when he lands, grabs the first mate by the shoulder.
>”You’re with me.”
>With a possible peace on the ship, you turn your attention to the east.
>When you get to the stern of the ship, you can see a small speck flying away in the distance.
>The griffon no doubt.
>He’s too far away to catch now.
>The real question is whether he actually ordered the ship’s destruction to cover his escape, or did he order the surrender; knowing full well that your men would be too busy securing the ship to chase him down immediately

>>29229942
addendum to now deleted change in hat. Tuns out that peaked officer caps were in uses much earlier than I thought. Lines remain unchanged from what's on the page.

I wanted to replace the peaked officer cap with a officer's tricorn. Because I described griffon uniforms as being late 19th century European in design, when I saw that old detail, I wanted to replace the peaked officer cap because I thought it didn't originate until the 20th century.

As it turns out, in the late 19th, the tricorn was out of date by a century or so, as peaked caps originated in the early 1800s. Peaked caps replaced tricorns and bicorns just after the Napoleonic wars in the British Royal Navy (for example)

Tonight's lesson in military fashion is brought to you by my fuckups

>>29194859
>You wake up lying down.
>Everything is blurry.
>You're blindfolded!
>No, bandaged.
>Somepony is talking, you can barely make out what they are saying.
>"...even greater risk bringing another one here!"
>"Not a risk, an opportunity! I am on the brink of finding them."
>"We have seen zero results with your expeditions, all you give us in return is excuses and casualties. Why the Queen thought it be appropriate to let you integrate I will never know. Maybe if your hive fought harder you wouldn't have needed to find a new hive."
>A sudden slam startles you.
>It sounds as if somepony is choking.
>Then a familiar calm yet menacing voice quietly echoes through the room.
>"Keep your voice down boy. Do you know what the MID used to do to changelings? Be a real shame to have your little charade go down with just a couple slipped words. And I doubt your dear Queen would compromise herself over the idiocy of some 'loud-mouth'."
>There's a brief pause and only the light sound of asphyxiation can be heard.
>"You know actually, it's been a while since the agency did anything successful, they could use the morale booster."
>Hoofsteps slowly and methodically step their way to an unseen door.
>"R-release me. P-please!"
>A heavy thud lands on the ground along with gasping.
>"You wanna know why she let me in? Because she understands that my value is worth a thousand of you clones."
>"*CoughCoughCough* We need to see *cough* progress. Those are her orders not mine. She is getting inpatient."
>Trying to take the bandages off over your eyes you find that your hooves are chained to the bed.
>The rattling of the chains bring the attention of the ones conversing.
>"Hahaha Tell her not to worry her precious little nozzle, progress is here. Now get out! As you can see I have work to get done and I won't be able to do it with you flopping about my station."
>A door slams and you feel a presence coming towards you to your left.

>>29229951
TFW you lowkey hope the griffin gets away but hunted down when he's old and decrepit years later lIke a Nazi in South America.

>>29231387

Bump for more bring ing of death and destruction! !!!
Also I can not from the life of me find Rolling Rock.

>>29230149
Learn something new everyday bump

>>29232695

>>29233957

Had a long day, nothing tonight. My schedule is pretty open tomorrow, so I'll try to post in the afternoon

>>29233299
huh, it's common enough in my part of the midwest

>>29234611

>>29235902

>>29235047
cool

>>29221804
>A scream indicates that at least one of your men was taken by the attack.

If this was a film I could well imagine that being the wilhelm scream.

>>29237895
God damnit Anon I'm picturing that in my head.
His death went from sad to hilarious now.

>>29229951
>It's a trick to lure as many ponies as possible inside the ship before they blow it up

>>29238837

>>29238393
Same, I couldn't help laughing when I read it.
Bump from 9

>>29229951
>more tomorrow
>2 days ago
what did he mean by this?

>>29240694
See:
>>29235047

It means that I'm working on two degrees, so sometimes I might miss a day of updating. But I rarely miss multiple days in a row.

(I'll be writing in an hour or so)

>>29229951
>Moving to the port side of the ship, you look to the other airships still afloat.
>Right as you get to the railing, the booming echo of the Prydwen’s main gun sounds through the air, as it destroys one of the two remaining enemy airships.
>However, the sole remaining enemy ship has managed to get out of the firing arc of the main gun.
>It moves to the starboard side of the Prydwen, with maybe two hundred feet separating the hulls.
>Then the enemy ship opened fire.
>The sound and smoke of a broadside fill the air as cannons are fired into the Prydwen.
>However the ship’s great hull deflected or absorbed the attack.
>You expect some decent dents in the hull, but the Prydwen seems no worse for wear.
>It’s in the few moments following the broadside, that you can imagine the faces of the Saddle Arabians on that last ship.
>They lose over half of their ships to a single weapon, and almost as many due to a pegasi wave.
>And finally, when the sole ship that remains in the air under their control reaches firing range, to return fire upon the hulk that has massacred their fleet, their attack has no effect whatsoever.
>You almost feel sorry for them.
>Almost.
>Then you watch as the Prydwen returns a broadside.
>Lead peppers the enemy ship, tearing into the wooden hull.
>A few of the cannons fired chain-shot, severing some of the connections that hold the hull to the blimp.
>The powder store doesn’t seem to be hit, however a rear portion of the ship erupts into flame, tinted with some blue or purple flames indicating some sort of magical presence.
>It seems like the engine that allows their ships to obtain lift and movement by copying unicorn magic has been destroyed.
>The engine’s explosion damaged the support cables enough that the remaining ones on the back half of the ship snapped.

I'll be back later tonight
>>29241649
>What’s left of the hull swings downwards, and when it becomes perpendicular to the ground, the remaining support cables snap.
>Sending the rest of the ship slamming towards the ground.
>Dooming whatever crew survived the broadside and explosion to go down with the ship.
>Why would anypony without wings even try to build an air fleet?
>Looking down to the battlefield below, you look to the enemy lines.
>The air battle took place over the north flank of the field, and below it looks like the enemy are retreating.
>No, not retreating.
>A retreat is organized.
>Below, the massed conscripts are running away.
>To the south towards the center, some of their forces are properly retreating while others look to be wavering.
>Beyond that, on the southern flank, the enemy looks to be massing a charge.
>Sending everything they’ve got in an attempt to capture the city.
>Cannon fire pounds in the distance, and it’s hard to make out, but you think the wall has been breached in multiple areas.
>The battle for the skies has been won, but if they manage to win the land battle and end the Civil War by killing or capturing the Mushir, or by killing most of the resistance…
>Well then there would have to be a Third War of the Saddle Arabian Coast.
>And if Jagir’s faction has their way, that war won’t end until at least half of their entire population lies dead on the field.
>As you look to the south, you start to see colored smoke rising in the distance.
>Reds and greens, signifying requests for assistance.
>You can see that the Prydwen is already moving south, making liberal use of its guns as they pass over enemy lines.
>”Sir!”
>You turn to face Sergeant Baron, coming up the stairs from below deck.
“Report?”
>”There was a couple… incidents. But the ship is ours.”
“Leave a couple of squadrons to guard the prisoners. The rest are with us, because we still have a battle to fight.”

>>29242623

>>29241657
>…
>You take a sip of tea.
>And then redirect your attention to the sky.
>It’s a clear night, and the starts are beautiful.
>Leaning back into the bench, you curl up with your mug.
>What are you doing Flurry?
>In general that is.
>’Ruling’
>You were ever actually trained to be in charge.
>In charge, in charge that is.
>At the top.
>Alone.
>You’re almost twenty-six, and yet you still go through things like an impulsive teenager.
>The first idea that gets in your head, you go with.
>’Yeah, why not, let’s go with this plan!’
>Nopony ever taught you how to run a country, you were always just supposed to be a figurehead, just one of the family.
>How did Celestia ever do this for a full year?
>Let alone a thousand.
>Shifting your view down, you look over the edge of the cliff, down to the valley on the horizon.
>The Palace gardens are lovely at night.
>Letting out a sigh, you relax your posture slightly.
>Everypony you ever knew growing up treated you like a Princess, somepony who’d be in charge of something someday.
>Everypony, but not everyone.
>Your Uncle was pretty much the only one to treat you like an actual kid.
>And ironically it’s what he taught you that helps you the most from a practical stance.
>None of the ‘Princess Etiquette’ lessons actual help with ruling.
>His endless stories are the things that help you the most, on the field and on the throne.
>But why are you at the top?
>Anon or Lancer are the ones who have the experience and wisdom to properly rule.
>Even Offense would probably be more effective, although he’d hate it.
>Instead they push everything to you, because ‘well you’re the alicorn, the people wouldn’t have it any other way.’
>Sure the others have picked up a lot of slack…

More tomorrow. there is a small breather Flurry section that will get another post or two, but the battle isn't quite over for Thunder yet, there will be more on the front
>>29243529
>But you still have no idea what you’re doing, other than winging it that is.
>And now you’re going to go off to choose a new leader for the minotaurs, because nothing could POSSIBLY go wrong.
>If Anon were here he’d probably yell at you.
>’Stop second guessing yourself.’
>He’d say.
>You chuckle to yourself as you remember old and simple memories.
>What was that one…?
>Oh now you have it stuck in your head.
>You start humming an old melody that you remember.
>But how did the words go?
“It’s a long way Tipperary, it’s a long way to go, it’s a long way to Tiperrary.”
>Something something.
>Et cetera.
>What’s the part that you’re remembering?
>What would your Uncle say if he were here?
“Ya da yaa da daa.”
>That’s it!
>You begin to lightly sing the words:
“Whaaat’s the use of worrying, it never was worthwhile. Sooo pack up your troubles in your old kit bag and smile, smile-”
>You hear hoofsteps and silence yourself.
>Glancing over your shoulder, you look to the source of the steps.
>”Ma’am?”
“Lancer? What are you doing up at this hour?”
>”I could say the same to you.”
“I’ve been in a coma for quite some time, I’m not tired.”
>”what was that you were singing?”
“Just… an old lullaby that Anonymous sang to me as a child.”
>As you grew up, you liked that one a lot.
>Mainly because you never could get the pronunciation for the Russian ones…

>>29243533
>But you still have no idea what you’re doing, other than winging it that is.
Me everyday.

Still loving you bump

>>29244668

>>29245175

>>29245866

10

>>29247174

>>29248021

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GLIMMY GLIMMY GIMME TENDIES

I love chicken tendies MMMMMMMMMMM starlight glimmer SHO NUFF has it rite when she say, "damn nigga those tendies look fine af famalam" an I say "wuzzat? these tendies are fireeeee bruh" and then she says "WE" and I sez "fuck no nigga aint time fo kings an that shit, eat da white man's chicken and be grateful, dum hoe"

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these dubs^ praise them shilady!

>>29249134
pic related

Only got home an hour ago, these two are it for the night
>>29249787
>missed dubs when praising
>>29243533
>”Don’t worry, he’ll be fine.”
“I’m not worrying.”
>You say in a ‘matter of fact’ tone.
>”You wouldn’t have said that so quickly if you weren’t worrying.”
“Why would I worry?”
>”Anypony who has working eyes could see that he’s… getting older.”
“Well let’s look what he’s done since the year started. He foiled an assassination attempt, defeated an entire mercenary company by himself, led the vanguard against the yaks in battle, survived being impaled through the chest by my mother, foiled another two assassination attempts, led the charge at Baltimare to crush the Saddle Arabians, led out country to defeat a coalition of six different species, almost singlehandedly neutralized Celestia and Luna, stormed the headquarters of the Ministry of Interior Defense, and brought the entire organization down. Oh, and he also was infected by the same thing that still controls the other Princesses minds, but instead of being taken over by it or put in a coma, he managed to beat it in a single night and only ended up sleeping in a couple of hours. And that’s leaving aside anything that’s happened since he set sail. Tell me again why I should worry?”
>Lancer has a blank look on his face.
>He soon breaks it as he looks to you.
>”You shouldn’t worry so much with all of this justification.”
“AHH!”
>Unbelievable.

>>29249842
>”Now Ma’am, you should at least try to get some rest for tomorrow.”
>Tomorrow you’ll be setting out for the northwest.
>Towards minotaur territory.
“You never answered why you’re still up.”
>”No, I didn’t.”
“Well why are you?”
>”I received a… important letter.”
>You sit up straight in the bench.
“What’s the matter? Are we at war again?”
>”What? Oh, no. No, it’s nothing like that.”
“Well then what’s wrong?”
>”Well, I wouldn’t say that anything is wrong…”
“Spit it out!”
>”I was recently on leave for a few days, went to visit the family. My wife thinks she’s pregnant. It’s still early, but she knows what it feels like.”
>Oh…
“Congratulations! How many will this make for you?”
>”This will be the third. Already have a boy and a girl.”
“Are you hoping to have one over another for number three?”
>”Anything, as long as it’s not twins or worse. One infant at a time is more than enough. If I was able to be home more, it wouldn’t be that much of an issue, but…”
>He looks away as he thinks.
>Then turns his head back to you.
>”Well if I have twins, then I finally have a reason to retire from this dam-“
“You’re never retiring.”
>”That’s not your-“
“Never.”
>”But.”
“If Anon wouldn’t let you, then I won’t either.”
>”If Anon jumped off a cliff, would you?”
“Well I have wings, and somepony would have to catch him.”
>”Bad example.”
“And that’s assuming the ground doesn’t surrender before he hits it, because it realizes that it can’t win that fight.”
>”I don’t think that’s even possible.”
“And hasn’t everything he’s done been impossible?”
>He chuckles slightly.
>”Fair enough Ma’am. Fair enough.”

Late night bump

>>29230915
>A clicking can be heard under your bed.
>Suddenly you feel yourself being raised up into a seating position.
>Your head lunges forward, but is stopped by the harnesses.
>"Alright let's get these off of you, shall we?"
>The cloth around your eyes begins to unravel, slowly letting in rays of light.
>It's blinding!
>With every unravel you try to squeeze your eyelids shut with more and more fervor.
>You don't even realize the bandages are completely removed.
>A light tapping is felt on your chest.
>"Relax. Let them adjust to the light, the faster you do it the better you will feel. Trust me."
>Carefully opening your eyes you let beams of light enter your pupils.
>It feels like somepony ignited a blazing fire inside your eyes, cooking them from the inside out.
>You try to shield yourself with your hooves but are again reminded by the harnesses that it's not an option.
>After a minute or two, the voice was right.
>Your eyes start adjusting and the pain begins to subside.
>As your vision returns you try to scan the area.
>It's a plain white room with a giant window almost the size of the wall.
>The pristine marble shines as if it has been cleaned recently.
>One corner of the room however is walled off by glass windows.
>An office space.
>A desk and chair are stored there along with a filling cabinet.
>Just outside the door is a mid-sized drawer with five different shelves.
>There's a dip in the floor that leads to a drain.
>Other than that the room is bare.
>You get spun around to fully face the window.
>That burning sensation immediately returns as exterior light pours through your pupils.
>As your vision returns, you are greeted by the beautiful landscape of Equestria.
>However as your eyes lower from the horizon, the delight you once had is turned into shock and horror.
>You shake your head and blink wildly with no effect hoping it's just an illusion.
>In the reflection of the window you see yourself.
>A disgusting, hole riddled, black as night changeling.

>>29250516

>>29251142

>>29250826
maybe its not so bad

>>29251790

>>29253366

>>29250826
>No.
>No!
"GET ME OUT OF HERE!"
>You violently shake your body trying to free yourself.
>The chains rattle and shake with every movement.
"This can't be real!"
>With a couple hard convulses you manage to free your head from the harness holding it in place.
>"Calm down Maverick! You are sick! Confused! Just relax and we can get through this!"
>An old white coated stallion with a grey goatee and a mane pulled into a ponytail wearing a barely darker shade of white lab coat holds you back into the converted bed-chair.
>"Listen to the soothing sound of my voice. Breath in and out."
>He takes deep breaths and exhales them.
>"In and out. Just like me."
>You try to mimic as best you can, but it comes out in gasping coughs.
>"It's okay. Take your time, but please calm down. Your exoskeleton is barely starting to reform properly."
>You relax yourself and let your head slump down.
>It doesn't stay there long as the old stallion quickly sets your head back into the harnesses.
>This is horrible!
>This is awful!
>This is...is...famishing?
>A heavy thirst strikes you simultaneously with an extreme hunger.
>A hunger for...something.
>The old stallion steps back and lets out a relieved exhale.
"W-water."
>"Don't worry we'll have plenty of time for that. Now we need to get to work."
>He pulls a cigarette from one of his coats pockets and lights it.
>"My name is Dr. Marble Mengele. You probably have heard of me with my success with twin experimentation."
"P-please. I-I feel so...dead inside."
>"Already? We haven't even started!"
"PLEASE!"
>"Ugh. I slave over surgery tables for hours on end and this is what I get. No appreciation."
>He walks over to the drawer and brings you a small bottle of water.
>"Open."
>As you gape your mouth he pours the refreshing liquid down your throat.
>You can feel the cooling sensation as it travels through your body and into your stomach.
>Where it sits.
>And then it begins to stir.

>>29254225

>>29255200

>>29255782

Oy StAnon, tell me when the Luna thread is back so I can continue reading your green. Did a good with the hunt.
>>29254597
>It sloshes in a whirlpool motion inside your gut.
>Around and around it splotches.
>Some flows back into your esophagus then splashes back down causing it to agitate even more.
>It lasts all but a minute until you can't take it anymore.
>You vomit up the liquid all over yourself.
>Thirst is still hitting you, but now your throat is burning.
>"Still thirsty?"
>You respond by hacking up the leftovers that still resided inside you.
>"It always fascinated me how we are blessed of having the pleasure of taste, yet we can't handle large quantities of normal pony sustenance."
"What did you do to me?"
>"Do to you? I'm trying to help you! Look at all the work I've already done. I even gave you the power to fly again!"
"Flight? My wings are-"
>"Are now back."
>You get a jolt of excitement.
>He pushes your seat closer to the window so you can get a somewhat better view of your reflection.
>To your dismay, instead of seeing the glorious feathers and muscles you are greeted by the ever iconic transparency of thin chitin.
>However before you could react to your disappointment something catches your eye.
>Smoke?
>Looking past your reflection, far down below you is...
"Canterlot?"
>A beacon of culture, wealth, and knowledge.
>The Everlasting City.
>Now it looks to be a shell of its former glory.
"W-what happened to the Capitol?"
>"Ah yes, you missed quite a lot while you were resting."
>He pulls your chair back away from the window and to the center of the room.
>"That doesn't concern us though. Not now at least."
>Going back to his drawer he pulls out some pads with wires along with a silver metal circle attached to it.
>Carefully he sticks two pads to your temples, one just above your first vertebrae, and the last on your chest.
>"Open."
>You do so obediently and he places the metal circle under your tongue.

>>29256877
The thread is back but no greens. I hit a block and then got distracted writing for the Octavia thread. I'll read over what i wrote today and see if i can pick it back up. Also, Brownietown is in hiatus witch sucks.

>switch is revealed
>fucking paid online
well shit, I guess I don't like video games anymore

>>29256244

>>29258310

>>29259619

>>29256877
heres an update
>>29261201

>>29260633

It's been a long week but now it's over, I'll get to writing first thing in the morning

>>29262197
You'd better if you want Trump to make poner real when he takes office next week.

>>29262064

>>29263681

>>29249849
>…
“Men!”
>The pegasi scramble to stand at attention as you enter the cargo bay.
>Trying to relax after a long day of combat.
>It was hard fought, but the enemy was driven from the city.
>Many of the conscripts fled the field permanently, but many others are still outside the walls.
>Tomorrow your men will be working triple-time to help break them.
>The Prywden and the captured ships are currently hovering over the city, far from the lines.
>Occasionally you can hear sporadic cannon fire, but for the most part the sides have stopped fighting to regroup in the morning.
>The pegasi are standing where they were.
>Those that were in the air immediately set down.
>Many are scattered around the floor, others are on walkways that line the walls of the cargo bay, and some are atop large crates.
>Behind you, a unicorn levitates two sizable crates down onto the ground behind you.
“Listen up! You all know how we do it in the military. We expect the best… and we give the best.”
>The unicorn removes a side panel from each of the crates.
>Moving to the first one, you take out a keg.
>As you set it down onto the ground, you speak to the men:
“Here’s the beer!”
>Stepping over to the other crate, you slide out a sizable trunk.
“Here’s the entertainment!”
>You open the trunk and pull out an egg-shaped ball, used in the sport of Wingball.
>You toss the ball in a tight spiral over towards a group of pegasi.
“Have some fun, that’s an order!”
>The ponies cheer and get to celebrating.
>And you’re quick to get out of the way of the crowd that wants their beer.
>After a quick flight, you set down near one of the doors to the cargo bay.

I'll be back periodically throughout the day
>>29264337
>Right as you set down, the door opens.
>Corporal Call enters holding an icepack up to his left eye.
>You saw him after the battle earlier, he was completely uninjured.
“What happened to you?”
>”I dropped in to see how the engineers were celebrating. And let’s just say that Ensign Twinkle did not want to get to know me better.”
“I’m going to assume you deserved it.”
>”Why would you say that? I am a perfect gentleman!”
“I say that because I know you, and that’s not true.”
>”And I call you a friend…”
>He looks around at the soldiers as they celebrate.
>”Are they playing fake Wingball?”
“What are you talking about?”
>”That’s the stupid Cloudsdale Wingball. They don’t even use their wings other than flying!”
“Oh shut up, that fake north central ‘Wingball’ isn’t even a contact sport.”
>”IT IS TOO!”
“Come on! A player bumps into an opponent and they get ejected from the game.”
>”Brute.”
“Pansy.”
>”Your version is just an excuse to watch men pileup on each other!”
“Your version wasn’t even made by pegasi, it was a griffon invention!”
>”Yeah, but-“
“And which version is played by pegasi across all of Equestria.”
>”Popularity doesn’t mean that it’s better.”
>You laugh at his insistence.
“Hey, make sure things don’t get too out of hoof here. The Admiral wanted to see me when I had a minute.”
>”Okay.”
>As you start walking towards the door, he yells out as you leave:
>”Smart, you knew you couldn’t win the argument, so you had to walk away!”
“Keep dreaming!”

>>29264335

>>29264335

>>29264342
10 bump

>>29265255
>>29265260
>>29265264
I can see we are all on the ball with 10 bump.

>>29265313

>>29265313
I have the thread open on my phone so I'm always here to bump, until about 2am gmt

>>29264337
I like the Starship Troopers reference.

>>29265313

>>29266605

>>29265847
>Greenwich Mean Time
I had to google to see what the hell that was.

What's life like as a Britbong/Icelander/West African? I'm gonna assume you're a Britbong though.

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Guess what time it is...

>>29267700
you mean it isn't always that time?
>>29264342
>…
>Entering the forward observation room, you see that Admiral Brairheart has pulled a chair up to the forward facing window.
>A short stack of files rest on a small table brought beside him.
>Out the window, you can see campfires lit across the city, and in the countryside beyond the walls.
>Both sides are resting while they can.
>Brairheart glances over his shoulder as the door closes behind you.
>”Bring a chair up.”
>You walk over to the other chair that rests in the room.
>As you bring it up next to the other side of the table, the Admiral puts down the file he had open.
>”What happened to Lieutenant Wind?”
>Sitting down into the chair, you respond:
“He split our forces into three Wings, the orders were to capture enemy ships if possible, but if resistance was too heavy, simply destroy it and move onto the next. The survivors of his Wing said that they quickly dealt with the enemy above deck, and Lieutenant Wind led the men personally to storm below deck. The ship then exploded. Some said that the Saddle Arabians ordered it to be destroyed in order to take as many pegasi with it; some said that it was an accident in the powder hold. Almost three full squadrons were below deck when it went up; I’m not sure exactly how many died from the blast. But at the end of the day, we counted seventy-nine deaths, a couple serious wounds, and a dozen or so minor injuries in total. I’d guess that around sixty of the deaths were from the explosion.”
>”Almost a third of the entire force, gone in one day.”
“For what it’s worth, once the ships were dealt with we only lost three men.”

Back later
>>29267740
>”What happened once the fleet was dealt with?”
“We started out by hitting the cannons that were aimed at the wall. We harassed the enemy artillery until the Prydwen properly got into range to pin down the encampments. After that we shifted focus to the city itself. I gave squadron leaders leave of their own battles, and we began to skirmish against the assaulting enemy. My squadron mainly stuck to archery; however we hit flanks on three or four occasions to give the Mushir’s men an edge. I’m not sure exactly what the other squadrons did, but I assume it’s much the same.”
>”Have the men rest well. At noon tomorrow, the Prydwen will be setting out straight over the enemy lines, and on our heels almost all of the defenders will be sallying out. There is no doubt that they will bring out more artillery to the front lines, so your job will be to focus solely on cannon encampments.”
“Understood.”
>You look out over the dark night’s horizon.
“Sir?”
>”Yes Major?”
“What happened to the prisoners from the ships?”
>”Transferred down to the Mushir’s men. I believe that after the battle tomorrow, he intends to execute them publicly. He isn’t killing any conscripts captured on the ground, but he wants to make a statement to the veterans that sided with Jagir of their own volition.”
“But we promised them they wouldn’t be harmed.”
>”And they weren’t harmed by us. This is their Civil War, not ours. And either way, we don’t have the men or space to spare to watch and keep any prisoners.”
“Understood.”

>>29267700
Double dubs confirm yes.
Time to walk to Graduate.
Praise them!

>>29267740
Just a tip from another writefag:

See that massive paragraph of uninterrupted dialog? That doesn't really happen too often in real life. There would be changes in tone if it was a monologue, but more likely than not, Brairheart would have provided brief questions and prompts for the rest of the information. Try reading that long bit of dialog out loud. Now, imagine you just read that to someone who's holding a conversation with you. How often would you actually launch into that much detail without interruption?