A plan that doesn't have shipbuilding is a plan best discarded, by my liking.
A plan that doesn't have shipbuilding is a plan best discarded, by my liking.
The burdens of being a strong and attractive genius! All that muscle Garrick is packing doesn't help him blend in either XDActually, I just a silly idea of us picking Overtime to help out with 'How do you do fellow pirates?' and it's hilarious.
"You look... kinda familiar... do I know you?"
"Ahh, you must just remember all my daring exploits traveling the seven seas. yar har!"
"Nah, that ain't it. I specifically remember your face from somewhere... One second." the pirate pony digs around her pockets for a Gold Piece from the Gryphon Empire, and taking it out to compare the face printed on it to the 'new pirate captain'. "Yeah, now I see it, you look just like the bigshot Emperor from the south."
"Me? I look nothing like him! Why you must be mistaken. And racists. Next you'll be telling me all Diamond Dogs look alike. Yar har."
the pirate pony ignores the 'new pirate' and calls over at another one of her compatriots, "Yo, Sebastian! get over here and check this new guy out!" a pirate gryphon drifts down from the crows nest, and lands alongside the pirate pony. "Doesn't he look just like that Emperor Whats-his-face?"
The gryphon squints and hmms a bit and says, "Yeah, he kinda does. You like his cousin or something?" he asks the 'new pirate'
"Nooooo, no no no. I am in no way related to Emperor Garrick. Nope, no way. Now how about that Maretonia? Specifically, anything about any slave trade in Maretonia."
The two pirates ignore the awkward attempt to change the subject "Yeah, I bet you could make a killing doing impressions at bars. The bird's a bit of a ponce, and everyone enjoys having a laugh at the kingdoms here."
"Ohh! maybe he can work with that 'Sunny Skies' mare and do a bit together! She does the best Celestia impressions!"
Emperor Garricks sea faring adventures sounds hilarious.Actually, I just a silly idea of us picking Overtime to help out with 'How do you do fellow pirates?' and it's hilarious.
"You look... kinda familiar... do I know you?"
"Ahh, you must just remember all my daring exploits traveling the seven seas. yar har!"
"Nah, that ain't it. I specifically remember your face from somewhere... One second." the pirate pony digs around her pockets for a Gold Piece from the Gryphon Empire, and taking it out to compare the face printed on it to the 'new pirate captain'. "Yeah, now I see it, you look just like the bigshot Emperor from the south."
"Me? I look nothing like him! Why you must be mistaken. And racists. Next you'll be telling me all Diamond Dogs look alike. Yar har."
the pirate pony ignores the 'new pirate' and calls over at another one of her compatriots, "Yo, Sebastian! get over here and check this new guy out!" a pirate gryphon drifts down from the crows nest, and lands alongside the pirate pony. "Doesn't he look just like that Emperor Whats-his-face?"
The gryphon squints and hmms a bit and says, "Yeah, he kinda does. You like his cousin or something?" he asks the 'new pirate'
"Nooooo, no no no. I am in no way related to Emperor Garrick. Nope, no way. Now how about that Maretonia? Specifically, anything about any slave trade in Maretonia."
The two pirates ignore the awkward attempt to change the subject "Yeah, I bet you could make a killing doing impressions at bars. The bird's a bit of a ponce, and everyone enjoys having a laugh at the kingdoms here."
"Ohh! maybe he can work with that 'Sunny Skies' mare and do a bit together! She does the best Celestia impressions!"
I'm imagining another scenario where Garrick infiltrates the Imperial Navy, a la Undercover Boss. Just not as un-awkward.Emperor Garricks sea faring adventures sounds hilarious.
"So... why are you leaving the throne to your son for a year?"
"He needs the experience."
"Yes, I understand that, but... why are you dressed like that?"
"Dressed... like some sort of rapscallion!"
"... I'm going fishing."
"Fishing."
"Yes. Fishing."
"For a year."
"Mhm."
"Dressed like that."
"I hear its fashionable out at sea. Dont I look great?"
"... you know what, fine. Do what you will."
And so Garrick set out for an adventure filled with mystery, intrigue, lost cities, sea ponies, mistaken identities, raiders, slavers, treasure, and more fish than the entirety of griffonia would know what to do with.
huh... also, on imperial priority... While probably not going to be doing it any time soon, or ever, can we do the reverse, too? lengthen a task to save money overall?
Garrick seems like the kind of bird whod go from absolutely clueless about a ship, having no idea what anyone is saying, bottom of the rung cabinboy to micromanaging the entire ship, fully using nautical terms, and is basically the captain now in about a week or two.I'm imagining another scenario where Garrick infiltrates the Imperial Navy, a la Undercover Boss. Just not as un-awkward.
"Well, hello, Admiral Gladius! How arrr— I-I mean, Recruit Garr—Garriff, Recruit Garriff, reporting for duty! Sir!"
"Oh... uh, are you—" No, wait, hold your tongue Gladius, that's obviously Garrick! What in the world is he doing here??? ...I'll just... play along... "Y-yes, excuse that, recruit. Did you have urgent matters to report? Where is your commanding officer?"
"Oh! Sir! I actually... desperately need to relieve myself, sir!"
"...And why are you bringing this matter up with me? You could simply ask any of the crew." Oh goodness he's clueless about ships!
"Ah! Oh, errr... well, sir, I—"
"Second left below deck, I understand that this is an... urgent issue." Please just leave please go away—
"Thank you, sir! I will make way, at once, sir!" Oh, finally! Thank heavens! *Garrick running noises*
Again, the burdens of being a strong and attractive genius!Garrick seems like the kind of bird whod go from absolutely clueless about a ship, having no idea what anyone is saying, bottom of the rung cabinboy to micromanaging the entire ship, fully using nautical terms, and is basically the captain now in about a week or two.
Then one day, it happened. The news came down through the gossip grapevine, followed shortly by the griffon criers in the plazas and squares. Good and loyal griffs and dogs plying the sea routes from Gryphus and Neighpon and been set upon, taken and sold. As slaves to Maretonia. He had gone to the Royal Courier who had come to his town with the list of lost ships, and there he saw it. The Lady Softwind, the ship his sister had invested in and been on, was one of the ones taken.
His sister was a slave. A slave to his old homeland, and in his heart he felt an old friend once more.
Hate.
He ran home afterwards, to find his parents had already been informed. Fury and grief was etched on their faces but he didn't care at that moment. He went to his parents study and found what he sought. Upon the wall was his fathers longsword alongside his mothers twin daggers. With but a thought he reached out and took it in his telekinesis, and gave it a test swing, but it wasn't enough. Without thinking, still holding his fathers sword he reached out and took the daggers in his grip.
Never had it felt more right, with the hate bubbling within him, his fathers sword held before him and his mothers daggers orbiting around him, he felt complete. He left then, wielding the weapons of his adoptive parents, and found them consoling each other. His mother was the first to notice him, then his father turned and saw him, his cries of rage silenced.
'Father, Mother, I swear on your blades I will get my sister back. Please, train me.'
They stared at him in silence observing him as if it was the first time, it confused him when both their eyes locked on his flanks for a few moments but he would let it distract him. Then his father looked him in the eye and replied.
'Very well my son. We begin at dawn.'
+15 to a roll!@Questor
Any points for this should go into intrigue rolls in Maretonia please.
Enjoy!
Steel Night
Steel Night was not a crystal pony, though he had spent so much of his life suffering alongside them it hardly mattered. Unlike many of them though, he remembered a life before Sombra. He remembered growing up a son to a family of travelling traders. He remembered travelling from frontier town to frontier town of Maretonia, his father a warrior, his mother the merchant. He remembered the mare who his parents had owned for years, yet was family in all but name.
He remembered when his parents thrust him into her arms, and told her to run. He remembered when they died to Sombras puppets. He remembered being captured, watching the mare he considered his aunt die trying to protect him. He remembered being taken away, and he remembered losing himself once the darkness came, just a screaming, crying voice in the head of a puppet
He didn't remember their names. Could barely recall their faces.
But he remembered the pain, the sorrow, and longing.
He remembered the hate.
Then he came. Emperor Golden-feather, at the head of an army he could scarcely believe. With weapons of thunder and fire, with Griffons, Dogs, Yaks, and so many other beings, all united to bring down that monster that had destroyed a kingdom.
He remembered freedom, a light so beautiful and precious after a lifetime of darkness. He had wept then. Cried and screamed a lifetime of sorrow and madness, of loss and hate.
When the Griffons had come offering to find homes and families for those lost, he had taken the opportunity. The Crystal Empire, nay Protectorate, had nothing but dark memories for him. His new family was kind, but had a painful similarity, his father a retired soldier and his mother the head of their merchant family. They did their best to heal the wounds in his soul, and he in turn did his best to be worthy of their kindness. It took time, but with the help of his ever cheerful sister Flita he found friends among the griffons and dogs. She helped him study and prepare for school, taught him to read and write. She was a shining star to him, the heir to his families merchant business and their pride and joy. She often led the merchant caravans throughout Gryphus, even once going into the territory of the Yaks, returning triumphant with exotic goods and even more exotic tales. Through her the opportunity came to invest in one of the ships the plied the sea routes between Gryphus and Neighpon, something his father and mother where excited and proud to help her with. They had all gone together the day she left to head to the coast in order to join her new ship, laden with goods for trade. Hugs and tears and well wishes abounded, promises of stories and exotic goods and success were shared. He had had hugged her wishing her well and she had whispered in his ear a final good bye and a promise.
'Stay strong little brother, and do the family proud. I'll be back soon enough with treasures and stories of my adventures, and who knows, perhaps you can come with me next time?' and then louder, 'Father is getting old and cranky after all, can't expect him to go adventuring into new exotic lands anymore eh?' What followed had been squawks of protests that he wasn't that old, laughter from his mother and sister and a shy but cheeky comment from himself, that he was getting used to using his magic to spare his old griff having to lift up heavy loads to the shelves. They had said goodbye, and watched as she left down the road with her caravan.
Days, turned to weeks, followed by months. His parents grew concerned, then worried and fearful. Months turned into years, tears and sorrow came as acceptance followed grief. His parents grew older before his eyes and he worked even harder to keep the family business afloat.
Then one day, it happened. The news came down through the gossip grapevine, followed shortly by the griffon criers in the plazas and squares. Good and loyal griffs and dogs plying the sea routes from Gryphus and Neighpon and been set upon, taken and sold. As slaves to Maretonia. He had gone to the Royal Courier who had come to his town with the list of lost ships, and there he saw it. The Lady Softwind, the ship his sister had invested in and been on, was one of the ones taken.
His sister was a slave. A slave to his old homeland, and in his heart he felt an old friend once more.
Hate.
He ran home afterwards, to find his parents had already been informed. Fury and grief was etched on their faces but he didn't care at that moment. He went to his parents study and found what he sought. Upon the wall was his fathers longsword alongside his mothers twin daggers. With but a thought he reached out and took it in his telekinesis, and gave it a test swing, but it wasn't enough. Without thinking, still holding his fathers sword he reached out and took the daggers in his grip.
Never had it felt more right, with the hate bubbling within him, his fathers sword held before him and his mothers daggers orbiting around him, he felt complete. He left then, wielding the weapons of his adoptive parents, and found them consoling each other. His mother was the first to notice him, then his father turned and saw him, his cries of rage silenced.
'Father, Mother, I swear on your blades I will get my sister back. Please, train me.'
They stared at him in silence observing him as if it was the first time, it confused him when both their eyes locked on his flanks for a few moments but he would let it distract him. Then his father looked him in the eye and replied.
'Very well my son. We begin at dawn.'