- Location
- Existence
[X] plan Dammit Sombra
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Who Needs Harmony?: An MLP Empire Quest
- Thread starter Questor
- Start date
- Location
- California
[X] plan Dammit Sombra
jwolfe_beta
Semi Genre-Savvy Overlord
- Location
- Canada
[x] plan Dammit Sombra
- Location
- Venezuela
[X] Plan: Rush to Fortify the Mountains
Anyone else get the feeling that this war is going to scar our people for generations to come?
Sombra has never shown any long-ranged mind-control in the show, only mind-control masks. While we can't rule it out in this AU, you automatically believing this is the case is also an error in itself.
Your plan fails in that Sombra will simply mind-control any griffon civ "sacrificed" in this manner. Any manpower lost will be recovered via griffin populace.
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- Location
- USA
[X] Plan: Give us some choice
I don't like this plan, I don't want this plan. But it's the only bloody plan with Kindness of Strangers so I'll just make due...
I don't like this plan, I don't want this plan. But it's the only bloody plan with Kindness of Strangers so I'll just make due...
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- Location
- Maryland
If he wants to put his bonus there for now, he can put his bonus there. It's probably not going to get used for a while, if at all, but it can be held in reserve for that purpose.
- Location
- Back in Cali
I am voting for Raptor's plan because I screwed up my edit and decided not to mess with it again. As I am not talking about leaving them behind I am talking about them dying.
- Location
- Italy
you know you can always make your own plan, right?
Still you want to ask help from someone who doesn't even share a continent with us, and with whom we probably don't even share a language. It likely has a very small chance to work.
- Location
- Back in Cali
didn't someone already put a bonus to that? A +15 I think.
- Location
- USA
Checked and its yak that has bonus no one has put one into forecast
Yak has 2 bonuses already for a total of 25 to it.
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- Location
- California
Nah man, he has concerns about 'voting momentum,' so he votes with the plan which has the option he wants; rather than making a new plan which has to compete with all other plans.
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Getting Too Old For This...
- Location
- The Shadowlands
Okay, good news? Sombra's gonna have some issues matching us outright, the Crystal 'Empire', despite it's grandiose sounding name is small, and it's population the very worst kind of slaves, the only real thing they have going for them is their unreal durability. Seriously, that is something which should not be underestimated, Crystal Ponies used to joust for fun, which for a quadruped means weighing yourself down with heavy armor, strapping on a massive lance, and then running into each other at full tilt until either you or the other person collapses, and this is a form of recreation to them. Their festivals used to be like Medieval demolition derbies. Thankfully, they aren't nearly as strong as that toughness would normally imply, because again, it's magical bullshit, which also means that Sombra's curses may have actually weakened them (hopefully, but don't count on it).
So we can expect to see some heavy cav along with some magical archers, which again, we need to watch for, the ice archers can be fucking dangerous when used properly. Heck, you can basically just aim you arrows at a cloud and turn it into a hill-sized lump of frozen hail and slush to dump all over your enemies. Those guys need to go down first. We have a bit of luck here, because actually setting all that equipment up isn't easy, and it's not very mobile. Then, we get to the elephant in the room, I.E. Unicorn Sauron himself, Sombra. And there's no nice way to put this, guy's a complete wrecking ball. He's a badass battle-mage, and one of the most powerful Unicorns ever, and his specialty is in curses, dark magic, and crystals, none of which we have any kind of real defense against. What's worse, he's able to become insubstantial, and like that only copious amounts of fire and explosives will do anything to him, physical attacks will pass right on through. On the bright side magic is not an infinite resource, not even for someone as powerful as Sombra, the more we force him to use, the less he has to protect himself with, and if we can trick him into over-committing himself he stops being a terrifying force of nature, and is instead just a very scary Unicorn, which is something we can deal with.
Ideas for counters? Siege weapons, explosives, gun powder, molotov cocktails, etc. We need stuff that can break a charge, something that can hurt Crystal Ponies underneath their thick outer coating, and something that could actually be able to hurt Sombra if we get a lucky shot. We may actually want to begin talks with some of the Yaks, as they'd be perfect to counter-charge the heavy cav while our fliers and underground sappers deal with Sombra's ranged support and (hopefully) set up a proper killing field for the monster himself.
So we can expect to see some heavy cav along with some magical archers, which again, we need to watch for, the ice archers can be fucking dangerous when used properly. Heck, you can basically just aim you arrows at a cloud and turn it into a hill-sized lump of frozen hail and slush to dump all over your enemies. Those guys need to go down first. We have a bit of luck here, because actually setting all that equipment up isn't easy, and it's not very mobile. Then, we get to the elephant in the room, I.E. Unicorn Sauron himself, Sombra. And there's no nice way to put this, guy's a complete wrecking ball. He's a badass battle-mage, and one of the most powerful Unicorns ever, and his specialty is in curses, dark magic, and crystals, none of which we have any kind of real defense against. What's worse, he's able to become insubstantial, and like that only copious amounts of fire and explosives will do anything to him, physical attacks will pass right on through. On the bright side magic is not an infinite resource, not even for someone as powerful as Sombra, the more we force him to use, the less he has to protect himself with, and if we can trick him into over-committing himself he stops being a terrifying force of nature, and is instead just a very scary Unicorn, which is something we can deal with.
Ideas for counters? Siege weapons, explosives, gun powder, molotov cocktails, etc. We need stuff that can break a charge, something that can hurt Crystal Ponies underneath their thick outer coating, and something that could actually be able to hurt Sombra if we get a lucky shot. We may actually want to begin talks with some of the Yaks, as they'd be perfect to counter-charge the heavy cav while our fliers and underground sappers deal with Sombra's ranged support and (hopefully) set up a proper killing field for the monster himself.
- Location
- Domino City
Currently working on an Omake to help with intrigue, but I'm not sure about everyone else.
That said...
Remember guys, we only have a 40% or so shot at getting dirt on Sombra. By knowing our enemy, we can better prepare ourselves, and get potential beads on the tyrant's weak points.
- Location
- Italy
Counterargument: this is all very nice and true...if this is show/cartoon Sombra!
Comic Sombra was an umbrum, basically a shadow pony masquerading as a normal unicorn, and was sent as a baby without memories or knowledge of what he was (he was actually a nice kid) as an infiltrator into the crystal empire...to somehow break some kind of magical seal that kept the umbrum imprisoned. (It has been years, I don't remember the details)
All this to say... What if he freed them and has an army of umbrum/shadow ponies at his service?
Honestly I don't even remember what abilities they were supposed to have, but they were described as VERY dangerous.
Questor mentioned how a nat 100 would have given us Good Sombra from the comics, so he HAS read them. And comic Sombra was actually scarier in many ways.
(P.s. I should go back to the mlp comics, There were some very interesting stories there...)
Omake: Time has Run Out (Canon)
- Location
- My room.
@Questor
"Another one!" -DJ Khaled.
You need to dig, but time has run out.
Your name is Buster, and you work at a farm.
Once, several years ago you would have been part of a raiding force meant to be looting farms like these, but that's in the past.
When your Pack became subjects to the Griffon King, you weren't quite sure what to expect from them. Some in your Pack were more vocal about their opinions, but the chance of not having to risk their lives in the forest every time they went foraging, either to monsters or to the Sickness, was too good to pass up.
It proved to be the right choice in the end.
The best choice.
Hot baths. Three meals a day. Shelter from the cold winds. Medicine.
Your pack settled around the southern areas of Griffonia, as the Griffon's called the land, where a nearby village quickly welcomed them.
It was there that you met your first Griffon friends, Griswald and Giselle.
The couple owned a farm close to the village and occasionally went to the market to buy supplies and sell their produce. They were curious to see your Pack and started asking you questions about your life as soon as the three of you felt comfortable enough to hold a conversation.
Griswald, a strong brown-feathered Griffon, was the one who started it, mostly focusing on broad subjects: your Pack's day-to-day life, what you did when a wild troll caught your scent.
Giselle, the more soft-spoken of the two, focused her questions more on you. You were mostly a gatherer, but you could fight if necessary, and given that your Pack was quite small, you occasionally took part on raids on rival Packs that came too close.
You weren't deemed strong enough to take part in the raids on Griffon-held lands.
You also asked similar questions, of course, and were intrigued by the 'farmer' profession.
Your pack hadn't tried to grow their own food before, and soon enough, you were asking how it worked.
This pattern repeated itself every few days for the next couple of months, and through that time, you occasionally visited their farm, sometimes even helped out. They certainly appreciated the help of a Diamond Dog when some of the fertile lands in their territory were blocked by boulders and gravel.
That was years ago.
By now you practically had a room at their house all for yourself and commonly worked together with Griswald, as Giselle was now a few months pregnant with her second child. Their eldest, a female griffon named Gwen, wasn't yet old enough to start working in the fields, so she mostly helped out her mother when she needed it.
And that's what Griswald and you are doing right now.
Working.
"How deep do you think it needs to be? Think this is enough?" You ask Griswald.
As fast as you could.
He looks down at you from the tunnel entrance you dug at the side of a hill.
"It will do. I'll bring the logs." He says and, by the time he's moved out of your field of view, you are already digging.
You had to.
It had been an optimistic few months. After the discovery of the Yaks over the western mountains, everyone wanted to know who or what was beyond the Peregrine Mountains.
Hell, you all had gone out to see the exploration party. One hundred Griffons and Diamond Dogs, all of them carrying supplies to last them months, had gone through the village. There had been a party the last night of their stay.
You hadn't seen the five who returned, but from what you heard from the rumors, you could only pity them.
And now, a blizzard cast by some mad sorcerer was slowly making its way North, and your farm was in its path.
You had seen several soldiers make their way south to defend the border over the course of a few days, but fighting whatever was coming under the cover of the blizzard wasn't going to stop it.
So, you did what you do best and started digging.
The cold that could already be felt was only comparable to some of the colder winters you had seen, but it's the middle of spring and the blizzard hasn't even reached you yet, so it was safe to say that the house and crops wouldn't stand up to the cold.
You had started digging a shelter on the side of a hill.
The main tunnel that you could easily seal up if it ever became necessary was the first thing you finished.
You were now digging the main chamber, where you Griswald, Giselle, and Gwen would sleep during the nights; then, a storage room to keep as much food as possible, and finally, a few escape tunnels leading north.
It was best not to take any chances with whatever was making its way from the south.
You knew that the rest of your Pack, and several other Packs that were in the southern regions, were doing the same thing as you. Digging shelters and pathways into the earth, where the cold wouldn't reach the people within.
"Here, most of them are Acacia, but there are a few Oaks." Griswald panted as he, presumably, dragged the cart containing the soon-to-be support pillars to the tunnel entrance.
You didn't answer as you quickly made your way out of the tunnel and, with Griswald's considerable help, you started dragging the first pillar into position.
By the end of the day, the main chamber is as completed and stable as can be, the storage room is half complete, and you are both dead tired.
"C'mon you two get inside. Oh, and make sure you wash yourselves, especially you Buster." Giselle says as she stands on the porch of the house. She and little Gwen had spent the whole day harvesting as much food from the fields as they could. Griswald had been against it initially, with Gisselle's pregnancy, but she'd have none of it, which meant that Gwen also wasn't having any of it.
By the time they were done, they had grabbed as many ripe fruits as they could and left the rest to mature a bit more. From there they'd either go to storage or be bartered for other goods in the market like firewood, coal, meats, and water.
That still left the corn and potatoes, but those could last longer when stored, so they were being left for last.
As you drew closer to the house, however, something cold landed on your nose.
Snow.
Griswald gives you a grim look as more white specks fall from the sky.
"We should cover up the tunnel entrance. I don't want to have gone through all that work only to have to dig it out again." You say as the wind starts to pick up.
"Alright then, we should..." Griswald starts before suddenly stopping.
"Giselle," he stutters out, his eyes fixated in the distance, "you and Gwen grab enough bedrolls for all of us and get them to the shelter, I'll get the water and the firewood; Buster, you go finish the storeroom, I'll go out to the fields and get as much food as I can." He wasn't screaming, but it was clear that he wanted everything done quickly.
As you turn to see what he's looking at, his haste becomes obvious.
You have finally run out of time.
You could usually see the peaks of the Peregrine mountains from here.
Now you can't.
There is a gigantic wave of ice and snow over them, being slowly carried by the wind.
It will reach you by the morning.
You say nothing and quickly get to work.
There is nothing else to do.
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I want the bonus to go to Forecast. We need the Intrigue.
"Another one!" -DJ Khaled.
You need to dig, but time has run out.
Your name is Buster, and you work at a farm.
Once, several years ago you would have been part of a raiding force meant to be looting farms like these, but that's in the past.
When your Pack became subjects to the Griffon King, you weren't quite sure what to expect from them. Some in your Pack were more vocal about their opinions, but the chance of not having to risk their lives in the forest every time they went foraging, either to monsters or to the Sickness, was too good to pass up.
It proved to be the right choice in the end.
The best choice.
Hot baths. Three meals a day. Shelter from the cold winds. Medicine.
Your pack settled around the southern areas of Griffonia, as the Griffon's called the land, where a nearby village quickly welcomed them.
It was there that you met your first Griffon friends, Griswald and Giselle.
The couple owned a farm close to the village and occasionally went to the market to buy supplies and sell their produce. They were curious to see your Pack and started asking you questions about your life as soon as the three of you felt comfortable enough to hold a conversation.
Griswald, a strong brown-feathered Griffon, was the one who started it, mostly focusing on broad subjects: your Pack's day-to-day life, what you did when a wild troll caught your scent.
Giselle, the more soft-spoken of the two, focused her questions more on you. You were mostly a gatherer, but you could fight if necessary, and given that your Pack was quite small, you occasionally took part on raids on rival Packs that came too close.
You weren't deemed strong enough to take part in the raids on Griffon-held lands.
You also asked similar questions, of course, and were intrigued by the 'farmer' profession.
Your pack hadn't tried to grow their own food before, and soon enough, you were asking how it worked.
This pattern repeated itself every few days for the next couple of months, and through that time, you occasionally visited their farm, sometimes even helped out. They certainly appreciated the help of a Diamond Dog when some of the fertile lands in their territory were blocked by boulders and gravel.
That was years ago.
By now you practically had a room at their house all for yourself and commonly worked together with Griswald, as Giselle was now a few months pregnant with her second child. Their eldest, a female griffon named Gwen, wasn't yet old enough to start working in the fields, so she mostly helped out her mother when she needed it.
And that's what Griswald and you are doing right now.
Working.
"How deep do you think it needs to be? Think this is enough?" You ask Griswald.
As fast as you could.
He looks down at you from the tunnel entrance you dug at the side of a hill.
"It will do. I'll bring the logs." He says and, by the time he's moved out of your field of view, you are already digging.
You had to.
It had been an optimistic few months. After the discovery of the Yaks over the western mountains, everyone wanted to know who or what was beyond the Peregrine Mountains.
Hell, you all had gone out to see the exploration party. One hundred Griffons and Diamond Dogs, all of them carrying supplies to last them months, had gone through the village. There had been a party the last night of their stay.
You hadn't seen the five who returned, but from what you heard from the rumors, you could only pity them.
And now, a blizzard cast by some mad sorcerer was slowly making its way North, and your farm was in its path.
You had seen several soldiers make their way south to defend the border over the course of a few days, but fighting whatever was coming under the cover of the blizzard wasn't going to stop it.
So, you did what you do best and started digging.
The cold that could already be felt was only comparable to some of the colder winters you had seen, but it's the middle of spring and the blizzard hasn't even reached you yet, so it was safe to say that the house and crops wouldn't stand up to the cold.
You had started digging a shelter on the side of a hill.
The main tunnel that you could easily seal up if it ever became necessary was the first thing you finished.
You were now digging the main chamber, where you Griswald, Giselle, and Gwen would sleep during the nights; then, a storage room to keep as much food as possible, and finally, a few escape tunnels leading north.
It was best not to take any chances with whatever was making its way from the south.
You knew that the rest of your Pack, and several other Packs that were in the southern regions, were doing the same thing as you. Digging shelters and pathways into the earth, where the cold wouldn't reach the people within.
"Here, most of them are Acacia, but there are a few Oaks." Griswald panted as he, presumably, dragged the cart containing the soon-to-be support pillars to the tunnel entrance.
You didn't answer as you quickly made your way out of the tunnel and, with Griswald's considerable help, you started dragging the first pillar into position.
By the end of the day, the main chamber is as completed and stable as can be, the storage room is half complete, and you are both dead tired.
"C'mon you two get inside. Oh, and make sure you wash yourselves, especially you Buster." Giselle says as she stands on the porch of the house. She and little Gwen had spent the whole day harvesting as much food from the fields as they could. Griswald had been against it initially, with Gisselle's pregnancy, but she'd have none of it, which meant that Gwen also wasn't having any of it.
By the time they were done, they had grabbed as many ripe fruits as they could and left the rest to mature a bit more. From there they'd either go to storage or be bartered for other goods in the market like firewood, coal, meats, and water.
That still left the corn and potatoes, but those could last longer when stored, so they were being left for last.
As you drew closer to the house, however, something cold landed on your nose.
Snow.
Griswald gives you a grim look as more white specks fall from the sky.
"We should cover up the tunnel entrance. I don't want to have gone through all that work only to have to dig it out again." You say as the wind starts to pick up.
"Alright then, we should..." Griswald starts before suddenly stopping.
"Giselle," he stutters out, his eyes fixated in the distance, "you and Gwen grab enough bedrolls for all of us and get them to the shelter, I'll get the water and the firewood; Buster, you go finish the storeroom, I'll go out to the fields and get as much food as I can." He wasn't screaming, but it was clear that he wanted everything done quickly.
As you turn to see what he's looking at, his haste becomes obvious.
You have finally run out of time.
You could usually see the peaks of the Peregrine mountains from here.
Now you can't.
There is a gigantic wave of ice and snow over them, being slowly carried by the wind.
It will reach you by the morning.
You say nothing and quickly get to work.
There is nothing else to do.
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I want the bonus to go to Forecast. We need the Intrigue.