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The sound of uniform bootsteps fills the streets of Canterlot. These bootsteps are accompanied by singing fr... View More//We interrupt you're irregularly scheduled programming to bring you a post from the past.
The sound of uniform bootsteps fills the streets of Canterlot. These bootsteps are accompanied by singing from the stallions and mares wearing said boots. Crowds gather along the streets to watch as the armies of Equestria march through the capitol on their way to their next campaign.
Sunlight glints off of the uniform buttons, rifle barrels, medals, swords, and other objects the soldiers are carrying, or wearing. As they march, they sing a marching song to both keep time, and entertain the crowds. Near the front of the column Major Ridgewell II leads his men in march, and song. As they begin to pass by the gaze of the princes watching from a balcony on the castle the whole unit turns their heads in unison to salute the princes until they're out of sight.
Once the regiment exits the city their song is carried by the wind ahead of them, so their enemies may know that the sword and shield of Equestria was coming to protect it's people. #rp
The sound of a bell being rung fills the air of the Ridgewell Estate. Along the road winding past the many homes situated within the estate a few now feature a lit torch outside of their doors. Though... View MoreThe sound of a bell being rung fills the air of the Ridgewell Estate. Along the road winding past the many homes situated within the estate a few now feature a lit torch outside of their doors. Though these torchers were quite peculiar in that their flames were blue.
Doors are locked, and windows are quickly shut. Families huddle together inside their homes, ever vigilant of the threat they've now been made aware of. Someone has sighted the monster, and they'd best hide. Lest they become it's next meal.
From the manor at the back of the estate a procession of armed stallions lead by Lord Amadeus Ridgewell II himself disperses amongst the grounds. There are no less than 3 stallions per group, each armed with a rifle, wooden stake, and lanterns, or electric torches. The Lord himself is carrying both a wooden stake, and the mysterious 'Solar Rifle.'
Amadeus begins his ascent up a hill leading to one of the larger houses on his estate. Behind him are two of his estate's guards with the most powerful electric torches their Lord could buy. As he begins to see the roof of the house a terrified scream causes his ears to perk. "Come on chaps!" He motions to the guards before quickening his pace up the hill. Once he's crested the hill Amadeus levels his solar rifle at a figure which appeared to be biting onto the neck of a mare. He takes careful aim, and depresses the trigger of the Solar Rifle just as the figure's head removes itself from the mare's neck. The Solar Rifle emits a blinding flash of light as it fires the equivalent of a high level "Scorching Ray" spell. When the flash has ended the figure is nowhere to be seen.
Amadeus approaches the victim to find he was not too late. With a quick motion the guards swoop up to the mare, and quickly carry her as the trio heads back to the manor to treat the injured mare. There's no sign of what happened to the figure. It must have gotten away. Blast! #rp
A nice, warm cup of tea before bed was always one of Lord Amadeus Ridgewell II's favorite treats. Something to ease his tension, and help him sleep soundly. Tonight was no different form any other nig... View MoreA nice, warm cup of tea before bed was always one of Lord Amadeus Ridgewell II's favorite treats. Something to ease his tension, and help him sleep soundly. Tonight was no different form any other night. Amadeus sits inside his study sipping his warm tea while listing to the music of William Walton. After such an exhausting week with his duties he's been looking forward to the hunting trip he would take with some of the men of his estate tomorrow.
The half-full cup of tea has just touched Amadeus' lips when the study's door is opened without so much as a knock. Amadeus pauses to look to the door, expecting to see someone holding a pitchfork and/or torch. Instead, his eyes meet the sunken eyes of his personal butler, Mr. Gaudell. "Lord Ridgewell, your presence is requested at the Harman residence at once." Mr. Gaudell never entered without knocking. Something was wrong. With a simple nod Amadeus sets down his tea, and quickly heads out of the study. By the time he's entered his carriage he's only wearing his evening coat, and loungewear.
The carriage pulls up to a small, 1 story house 4 minutes later. There appeared to be a group of about 4 ponies around the house. Amadeus could hear the cries of a mare as he approached the house. The stallions pout front gave way to allow him inside.
When Amadeus steps into the house his eyes are instantly drawn to the stallion lying on the floor. His skin is pale, his eyes open wide, but glassy, and his mouth agape as if in shock. He kneels down opposite to the man's wailing wife as his butler does his best to console the poor woman. Amadeus need only inspect the man for 3 seconds before he finds 2 small, but distinct holes in the man's neck. His mind quickly races to his studies. He looks to his butler, and then the stallions. "Mr. Gaudell, cancel my hunting trip tomorrow. The rest of you, close your windows, and keep your doors locked at night. Go together and tell the rest of the estate." Amadeus then looks back to the man lying stiff on the floor. "All of our lives are in peril." #rp
Once the terror of a frontier farming village, the maw of a Pricolici now sat above a fireplace in a manor just outside of Canterlot. In fact, it wasn't just the maw, but the whole head, and even it's... View MoreOnce the terror of a frontier farming village, the maw of a Pricolici now sat above a fireplace in a manor just outside of Canterlot. In fact, it wasn't just the maw, but the whole head, and even it's claws.
Amadeus II stares at this new addition to his lounge, and allows himself just a small moment of pride. He had many other trophies from previous hunts, but none were quite as exciting as the Pricolici. A beast like no other in both ferocity, and origin. He was sure the piece would be very popular at his next social, but for now it would rest above the fireplace as a reminder of one of his greatest achievements.
Once Amadeus II was satisfied with how long he had spent staring at the trophy he turns to exit his lounge. He'd gotten another letter this morning asking for his help up near Vanhoover. The prospect was exciting. A large, hairy beast making noise at night, destroying wagons, and terrorizing the locals. If he was lucky, he'd finally get to see the mythical 'yeti' he'd read so much about. Alas, it was likely a less mythical creature. Likely some form of bear that had wandered too close to a city. Who knew? Maybe he'd finally get to see a Yeti after all. Or maybe he'd get mauled by a Polar Bear. He's hoping the former.
The doors to the Ridgewell Manor just outside of Canterlot were wide open this morning. Outside there was a sign inviting anyone who is unable to celebrate the holiday of 'Thanksgiving' with family or... View MoreThe doors to the Ridgewell Manor just outside of Canterlot were wide open this morning. Outside there was a sign inviting anyone who is unable to celebrate the holiday of 'Thanksgiving' with family or friends to come celebrate it with the manor's owner, and anyone else who accepted the invitation.
Amadeus II didn't quite celebrate this holiday, but he thought he could do something to give back to the country that had treated him so kindly. While some of his tenants were at home celebrating with their families, and others just went about their day Amadeus II is seated at a large dinner table in his manor's dining room. (It was more of a dining hall than a room.) Before him is a feast of enormous size. Enough food to feed a small village. Of course there were plans to distribute the food to the needy if there were leftovers.
Amadeus II lowers the paper he's reading as one of his servants enters the room. "Our first guests have arrived Lord Rdgewell." Amadeus II smiles warmly before stating "Excellent. Please do come in, and have a seat. There is food for the hungry, drink for the thirsty, and music for the bored."
"The Canterlot lights are quite breathtaking at such a late hour are they not?" Amadeus II speaks as he stares out of one of the large windows in his manor's lounge. Not far in the distance the bright... View More"The Canterlot lights are quite breathtaking at such a late hour are they not?" Amadeus II speaks as he stares out of one of the large windows in his manor's lounge. Not far in the distance the bright lights of Canterlot light the sky. "I am quite grateful that you accepted my invitation to dine with me this night. I suppose dinner should be prepared soon."
A sizeable wagon trudges along an old dirt road. To the left is a distant mountain range. To the right, a wide open plain. In the back are supplies, munitions, and provisions for two people to last mo... View MoreA sizeable wagon trudges along an old dirt road. To the left is a distant mountain range. To the right, a wide open plain. In the back are supplies, munitions, and provisions for two people to last months. Sitting up front are two creatures. The creature at the reigns is a tall, gray unicorn stallion wearing a set of fine khakis, a slouch hat, and a well kempt mustache.
"I thank you for your generous offer to accompany me on this journey sir/madam. It does get quite lonely on such long voyages." Amadeus II speaks to you as he guides the wagon along the open dirt road.
Swift hooves crack branches, and crunch leaves in the woods surrounding the village of Másnehu. At first it's a single pair. Then, it becomes two pairs. A twisted howl fills the cold air, and is carri... View MoreSwift hooves crack branches, and crunch leaves in the woods surrounding the village of Másnehu. At first it's a single pair. Then, it becomes two pairs. A twisted howl fills the cold air, and is carried into the village proper. It's sound haunts the villagers, who are all too familiar with it.
A tall unicorn stallion dressed in immaculate khakis re-traces his path through the woods. He uses the path he'd cut earlier to retreat in an attempt to find a safe location to reload his rifle. He could attempt to reload while moving, but he only has so many rounds with him that would be of any effect, and he can't risk dropping any. The sound of guttural growling, and claws on dirt begins to close in, and the stallion wheels to face his pursuer. Lord Ridgewell II flips his rifle around, and uses it like a club to slam it into the head of the pursing werewolf-like creature. It stumbles to the ground, howling it's twisted howl. Lord Ridgewell II dashes away, only to stop, and reload his rifle while he still has a chance.
CRACK
Another twisted howl. Twice the beast has been shot, and twice it continues to chase the man who shot it. Lord Ridgewell once again begins his sprint back towards the village. His silver bullets are having little effect against this creature. He needs the solar rifle.
Lord Ridgewell II emerges from the treeline to see 4 stallions standing behind the cannon he'd brought with him. 3 of them are local villagers, one is a partner Lord Ridgewell II had brought with him to the village. The orange maned man behind the cannon begins to desperately wave for Lord Ridgewell to duck. He obliges, and dives onto the ground before him, covering his head with his hooves.
"FIRE!"
Smoke bellows out of the barrel of the cannon, accompanied by a tumultuous eruption of sound. Then, it's quiet. After allowing himself some time to recover Lord Ridgewell II stands, and brushes himself off. Fergal Byrne approaches from behind the cannon grinning ear to ear. The two turn to see their quarry utterly destroyed. "Bloody good shot Mr. Byrne. I don't believe he'll be getting up from that." Lord Ridgewell II comments as he and Fergal Byrne shake hooves. "Wouldn'tah worked without yher help sir."
Fergal Byrne has just made his fourth lap around the village of the night. All of the villagers have retired to their homes, leaving him as the only being awake in the village. Lord Ridgewell had went... View MoreFergal Byrne has just made his fourth lap around the village of the night. All of the villagers have retired to their homes, leaving him as the only being awake in the village. Lord Ridgewell had went into the forest around two hours ago, but Fergal knows he won't be back until the morning. That is, unless he manages to find the Pricolici.
Fergal leans against the fairly large cannon posted on the northern side of the village. In his hooves is a large rifle of unusual make. It's made similarly to the martini-henry rifle Lord Ridgewell was carrying, only it's loading mechanism, and chamber had been modified, and enlarged. Instead of a chamber to house bullets the rifle was outfitted with a strange chamber where a dim orange gem sat.
CRACK
Fergal shoots up. A sound follows the crack of a rifle. It sounds like the howl of a wolf, mixed with the scream of a man. Now alert, Fergal hurries to the houses where the villagers have begun to gather at their windows. He begins to gather the strongest men of the village, and brings them to his cannon.
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