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Omake: Total War Disharmony - Changeling faction Intro
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    • Non-canon Omake: Total War Disharmony - Changeling faction Intro and Trailer


    *Cinematic begins*



    *Bird-eye view of A dark foreboding deserts with jagged coal-black rocks jutting out randomly. A pale white crow flies in looking at the ground below. Scene moves to where the crow looks.*

    For generations, this World was split and waved and shifted, at the whims of a mighty beast, uncaring for the troubles and pains of mortals, engrossed in its own amusement.

    *A figure in long worn rags is seen, holding a staff and dragging its tail limping on following a greenish-black snake.*

    But now the great divider Discord, anarchic spirit of chaos, is gone. How his reign was ended only few are aware, but the World cares not, save that his twisted sense of delight has come to an end, that he has fallen.

    *Scene shifts showing the limping figure, an old bipedal cat, with milky eyes. A crow's caw. He pauses and looks up, lifting his hand.
    The pale white crow caws again as it sets on his paw and then shoulder.*

    A new age is upon us, but it's not free of strife. For how can it, when so long it has been in disarray that but few remembered how these land were. Villages are growing, Kingdoms are crumbling and Empires vey for power and scrap their own vision into reality.

    *Crow caws again and flies off, while the old feline continues its journey, now close to his destination… A holed rocky spire.*

    Times have changed.

    *Suddenly the snake the cat followed bursts into sickly green flames, and in its place a hissing, chitinous pony-like thing emerged, glaring at the old traveler. Like avalanche pieces of rock, reptiles, scorpions, and deadwood burst in the same flames, revealing a whole army of the same beings, encircling him.*

    A strong leader is needed to bring about a new order.

    *Suddenly the feline with wide eyes looks at the nearest hole.*



    *Scene shifts, showing a shadowy figure slowly, confidently walking out in the light. The insect-like pony, taller than the traveler, clicks once and as one the lesser insect fall silent.*

    As empires battle for the world's fate, I make my own humble contribution,

    *The regal predator gazes at the cat expectantly.
    Scene shifts with the feline walking closer to her… and kneeling*

    in the employ of her grace, the mighty Changeling Queen…

    *Scene moves showing the Changeling Queen from a slightly tilted angle*

    … Still I bring forth grave news.


    *Her eyes narrow, her long jagged horn radiating magical energy, rivaled by very few, blanking the scene as her roar is heard*
    *Scene shift showing a swarm of changelings marching and flying through a rocky path The Queen, with a thundering expression, and the advisor watching from a nearby outcrop.*

    *Scene shifts again, showing a slightly smaller Queen lifting tomes of valuable knowledge, commanding nearby drones. Some changing into ponies, some flying off heeding her orders*

    Even now as we make haste to your ancestral Hive, your treacherous daughter marshal her forces to throw off your rightful reign and set forth a path for her own ambition.

    *Shift to a drone, with a scar over the left side of his face and ornate helmet, overseeing the hatching, training, and marching of brawny, heavily armored changelings.*

    Find your loyal general Abdoen, gather the first warrior drones born in centuries, halt the foulish princess' plans and bring forth a new era for your Changelings under your cunning rule!


    *Shift to ending titles*

    Total War Disharmony


    Inspired by TW:W trailers and especially @Somebodynobody10 's omakes.

    Decided to add my own 2 cents. Is it good?
     
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    • Markala said:
    [ ] Black-Steel Balls: Cost: 400. Time: One Year. Reward: Army gains Black-Steel Cannonballs
    -Is there... Anything Better we can do w/ Black-steel? Otherwise, sure, maybe, or turn 28.
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    I'd rather go with an action to give black steel weapons to not-elite knights, and maybe black steel armours to the elite ones.


    Black steel balls would be potentially very useful too though. It's the easiest way we'd have to break through magical barriers.
     
    Pittauro said:
    I'd rather go with an action to give black steel weapons to not-elite knights, and maybe black steel armours to the elite ones.

    Black steel balls would be potentially very useful too though. It's the easiest way we'd have to break through magical barriers.
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    Point, I mean, I figured if another good Black-Steel-related shiny doesn't pop up, that we'd probs go with the AntiMag Cannons anyhoo, so it works out. At best, if the territory gets taken maybe we could end up re-using them, so less waste.
     
    Omake: Many Years Later, In a Land Far Away
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    • Many, many years later, in a land far, far away​


    There is a small village at the edge of a forest. Its only export is lumber tended by decades of dedicated lumberman ponies.
    In recent weeks this serene place was attacked by bandits every second or third night. Childres and housekeepers ran and hid, while most villagers took arms and fought back, but every time they were defeated, their farms and stores - ransacked. If it weren't for the unicorn healers, there would have been casualties, lost hands for tending the farms along with timber, and they would have lost more than they had.

    But each time these attacks became harsher and harsher, more ponies were hurt and more stocks were stolen. In scant few weeks, winter will come. If things continue as they were, by next summer many villagers, mainly the old and young will die of cold or lack of food.

    Desperately the villagers gathered all their remaining money into two small pouches and tried to hire mercenaries that often pass through here. Yet it was for naught - the local mercenaries comprised of ponies and the rare minotaur either asked more than the villagers could offer or outright refused to help them. It all seemed hopeless and many resigned for the hard times ahead.

    That is until a single outsider offered his services.

    -

    He was a strange being from far lands one not seen by any of the locals for he was not a pony or even a minotaur. With a body of a lion, sharp claw-like front paws, wings larger than any pegasi they ever saw, armed with weapons none of them recognized. He was clad in a gleaming black and red armor with a face-concealing helmet. Nearly all villagers instinctively knew he was dangerous. A predator that could easily kill any of them if he so desired.

    Most villagers avoided him and some yelled for him to leave however, they were desperate so the village leaders accepted his offer.

    During his stay all but few avoided him and always kept one eye on him, fearing he might butcher one of their own. Few that interacted with him did so with reluctance, answering as little as possible. Except for a single elder that providing a barn for rest, albeit near the border of the village, confirming how the bandits acted or pointing from where they usually struck.

    -

    The same day, near twilight, when shadows are long, but suns light can still be seen, the predator entered the forest. For many hours the villagers waited. Whether for the predator to return dead or alive, bandits to attack or something else no one knew.

    At last, near midnight, the villagers heard sounds from the forest, like claps of small thunders, but with no cloud to be seen none understood what it was. Soon it was followed by shouts of pain, clash of swords and shields, discharges of magic, screams of bloody murder and panic. For several minutes, that felt like hours, it continued, until for a brief second the forest was illuminated by what many swore was a great bonfire, preluded a sound, so loud as if lightning struck a tree in half!

    As suddenly as it started, it ended, the quiet and darkness of night returning.

    By then all villagers came near the forest, driven equal part by fear and curiosity to see what has happened. For a long time, everyone held their breath, not knowing what to expect...

    Until a lone figure exited the forest. It was the predator. In his right claw, he held a black blade with bluish glowing symbols and edges, what little blood remained, slowly evaporated. But all looked at his other claw.

    With it, he pulled a cart filled with bags and trinkets that were stolen from the village. He came closer to the village leaders, let the cart stop and merely said: "It is done, they won't bother you again."

    Chears and joyous shouts filled that night, most celebrating till dawn. That day some brave few went into the forest to finally see what happened, only to find the chopped bodies of few bandits. 'Bandits' that comprised the same popular mercenary company that had demanded thrice the money otherwise ignoring the villagers' plea, recognized only by their clothing or a lone disembodied head.

    When the news came back, many were shocked. The same ponies that they hosted after long travels, were the ones that sieged their homes for weeks. The same ponies like them were the cause of their misfortunes for so long. And the only one that helped them was the sole outsider that they feared and even ridiculed.

    When the villagers tried to find him and express their gratitude and apology, they only found a single pouch, half of his payment. When asked around what happened to their savior the same elder that accommodated him told what happened:

    -

    The griffin, for that, was what he called himself, came back to the barn after the battle, gathered his stuff and equipment, rest for few hours and come morning would leave.

    The elder came in the middle of his preparations asking why is he leaving so soon? Isn't he tired of the battle? He could stay here and recuperate. He was haled as Hero and that there will be a celebration in his name.

    The griffin merely answered that his job is done and there are other places for him to be. When asked why he took only half his intended pay, he answered a pay equivalent to his job, with housing included, no more, no less.

    With the rise of Sun, the elder contented himself with accompanying the griffon till the gate and bid him safe travel.

    The griffin thanked the elder for his hospitality and started his journey.

    When the elder asked why he helped despite the village's animosity, the griffin stopped, looked bach at the elder through his helmet and merely said: "This is the way".



    I know that the quality of my works are.. mediocre at best, and most of you can do better with such concepts, but I was "inspired" and I tried to do my best, to capture that feel. I failed, so I won't butcher any of your further omakes And next time I'll ask you if it's ok to post a piece.
    Good luck with your other omake ideas. For real. They are awesome
     
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    • Somebodynobody10 said:
    C'mon, don't take it like that! It was well written, just slightly out of the left field for me.
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    Yeah, worded that too harshly, but don't let it stop you. If you want to present the same idea aka advisor and/or faction intro, nothing's stopping ya. Heck, you can even do changelings, I am interested in how would you do them.
    the more the merrier


    Again, sorry. Since 10 AM neighbor was renovating his apartment and it. was. loud.
    He stopped just half an hour ago.
     
    Renars said:
    Many, many years later, in a land far, far away:


    There is a small village at the edge of a forest. Its only export is lumber tended by decades of dedicated lumberman ponies.
    In recent weeks this serene place was attacked by bandits every second or third night. Childres and housekeepers ran and hid, while most villagers took arms and fought back, but every time they were defeated, their farms and stores - ransacked. If it weren't for the unicorn healers, there would have been casualties, lost hands for tending the farms along with timber, and they would have lost more than they had.

    But each time these attacks became harsher and harsher, more ponies were hurt and more stocks were stolen. In scant few weeks, winter will come. If things continue as they were, by next summer many villagers, mainly the old and young will die of cold or lack of food.

    Desperately the villagers gathered all their remaining money into two small pouches and tried to hire mercenaries that often pass through here. Yet it was for naught - the local mercenaries comprised of ponies and the rare minotaur either asked more than the villagers could offer or outright refused to help them. It all seemed hopeless and many resigned for the hard times ahead.

    That is until a single outsider offered his services.

    -

    He was a strange being from far lands one not seen by any of the locals for he was not a pony or even a minotaur. With a body of a lion, sharp claw-like front paws, wings larger than any pegasi they ever saw, armed with weapons none of them recognized. He was clad in a gleaming black and red armor with a face-concealing helmet. Nearly all villagers instinctively knew he was dangerous. A predator that could easily kill any of them if he so desired.

    Most villagers avoided him and some yelled for him to leave however, they were desperate so the village leaders accepted his offer.

    During his stay all but few avoided him and always kept one eye on him, fearing he might butcher one of their own. Few that interacted with him did so with reluctance, answering as little as possible. Except for a single elder that providing a barn for rest, albeit near the border of the village, confirming how the bandits acted or pointing from where they usually struck.

    -

    The same day, near twilight, when shadows are long, but suns light can still be seen, the predator entered the forest. For many hours the villagers waited. Whether for the predator to return dead or alive, bandits to attack or something else no one knew.

    At last, near midnight, the villagers heard sounds from the forest, like claps of small thunders, but with no cloud to be seen none understood what it was. Soon it was followed by shouts of pain, clash of swords and shields, discharges of magic, screams of bloody murder and panic. For several minutes, that felt like hours, it continued, until for a brief second the forest was illuminated by what many swore was a great bonfire, preluded a sound, so loud as if lightning struck a tree in half!

    As suddenly as it started, it ended, the quiet and darkness of night returning.

    By then all villagers came near the forest, driven equal part by fear and curiosity to see what has happened. For a long time, everyone held their breath, not knowing what to expect...

    Until a lone figure exited the forest. It was the predator. In his right claw, he held a black blade with bluish glowing symbols and edges, what little blood remained, slowly evaporated. But all looked at his other claw.

    With it, he pulled a cart filled with bags and trinkets that were stolen from the village. He came closer to the village leaders, let the cart stop and merely said: "It is done, they won't bother you again."

    Chears and joyous shouts filled that night, most celebrating till dawn. That day some brave few went into the forest to finally see what happened, only to find the chopped bodies of few bandits. 'Bandits' that comprised the same popular mercenary company that had demanded thrice the money otherwise ignoring the villagers' plea, recognized only by their clothing or a lone disembodied head.

    When the news came back, many were shocked. The same ponies that they hosted after long travels, were the ones that sieged their homes for weeks. The same ponies like them were the cause of their misfortunes for so long. And the only one that helped them was the sole outsider that they feared and even ridiculed.

    When the villagers tried to find him and express their gratitude and apology, they only found a single pouch, half of his payment. When asked around what happened to their savior the same elder that accommodated him told what happened:

    -

    The griffin, for that, was what he called himself, came back to the barn after the battle, gathered his stuff and equipment, rest for few hours and come morning would leave.

    The elder came in the middle of his preparations asking why is he leaving so soon? Isn't he tired of the battle? He could stay here and recuperate. He was haled as Hero and that there will be a celebration in his name.

    The griffin merely answered that his job is done and there are other places for him to be. When asked why he took only half his intended pay, he answered a pay equivalent to his job, with housing included, no more, no less.

    With the rise of Sun, the elder contented himself with accompanying the griffon till the gate and bid him safe travel.

    The griffin thanked the elder for his hospitality and started his journey.

    When the elder asked why he helped despite the village's animosity, the griffin stopped, looked bach at the elder through his helmet and merely said: "This is the way".



    I know that the quality of my works are.. mediocre at best, and most of you can do better with such concepts, but I was "inspired" and I tried to do my best, to capture that feel. I failed, so I won't butcher any of your further omakes And next time I'll ask you if it's ok to post a piece.
    Good luck with your other omake ideas. For real. They are awesome
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    That was great! Was the griffin Hardbeak?
     
    So... Quick Question because I forget and I cannot find where it is written.

    Are either of the two bigger groups in maretonia female because I was listening to this


    and I had an idea for a darker omake.

    A Maretonian noble executing "Traitors" and Abolitionists....

    If not then I will be making a "Worst Case Scenario" omake of if the Abolitionists win and go nuts on removing the nobility... With a certain former brothel madam becoming the Queen... With the moniker "Madame Guillotine".
     
    lockingbane said:
    So... Quick Question because I forget and I cannot find where it is written.

    Are either of the two bigger groups in maretonia female because I was listening to this


    and I had an idea for a darker omake.

    A Maretonian noble executing "Traitors" and Abolitionists....

    If not then I will be making a "Worst Case Scenario" omake of if the Abolitionists win and go nuts on removing the nobility... With a certain former brothel madam becoming the Queen... With the moniker "Madame Guillotine".
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    Both Storm and White Star are likely to have plenty of female nobles in their ranks, although both are led by a male. It is certainly plausible that a female noble would be high up in the ranks, and/or seek to raise her political power through a witch hunt similar to the McCarthy era.
    Getting your political opponents jailed/executed as communist/abolitionist sympathizers is a great way to gain power, as well as shift attention away from any corruption that you are taking part in. And hey, if you accidentally get a few actual abolitionist sympathizers, so much the better!
     
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    Sentient Tree said:
    Both Storm and White Star are likely to have plenty of female nobles in their ranks, although both are led by a male. It is certainly plausible that a female noble would be high up in the ranks, and/or seek to raise her political power through a witch hunt similar to the McCarthy era.
    Getting your political opponents jailed/executed as communist/abolitionist sympathizers is a great way to gain power, as well as shift attention away from any corruption that you are taking part in. And hey, if you accidentally get a few actual abolitionist sympathizers, so much the better!
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    Yeah, but this is less McCarthyism and more "Reign of Terror" france type deal.

    Welp.... Time for a Darker Timeline omake.... In a couple of hours cause I got stuff to do.
     
    Renars said:
    Non-canon Omake: Total War Disharmony - Changeling faction Intro and Trailer


    *Cinematic begins*



    *Bird-eye view of A dark foreboding deserts with jagged coal-black rocks jutting out randomly. A pale white crow flies in looking at the ground below. Scene moves to where the crow looks.*

    For generations, this World was split and waved and shifted, at the whims of a mighty beast, uncaring for the troubles and pains of mortals, engrossed in its own amusement.

    *A figure in long worn rags is seen, holding a staff and dragging its tail limping on following a greenish-black snake.*

    But now the great divider Discord, anarchic spirit of chaos, is gone. How his reign was ended only few are aware, but the World cares not, save that his twisted sense of delight has come to an end, that he has fallen.

    *Scene shifts showing the limping figure, an old bipedal cat, with milky eyes. A crow's caw. He pauses and looks up, lifting his hand.
    The pale white crow caws again as it sets on his paw and then shoulder.*

    A new age is upon us, but it's not free of strife. For how can it, when so long it has been in disarray that but few remembered how these land were. Villages are growing, Kingdoms are crumbling and Empires vey for power and scrap their own vision into reality.

    *Crow caws again and flies off, while the old feline continues its journey, now close to his destination… A holed rocky spire.*

    Times have changed.

    *Suddenly the snake the cat followed bursts into sickly green flames, and in its place a hissing, chitinous pony-like thing emerged, glaring at the old traveler. Like avalanche pieces of rock, reptiles, scorpions, and deadwood burst in the same flames, revealing a whole army of the same beings, encircling him.*

    A strong leader is needed to bring about a new order.

    *Suddenly the feline with wide eyes looks at the nearest hole.*



    *Scene shifts, showing a shadowy figure slowly, confidently walking out in the light. The insect-like pony, taller than the traveler, clicks once and as one the lesser insect fall silent.*

    As empires battle for the world's fate, I make my own humble contribution,

    *The regal predator gazes at the cat expectantly.
    Scene shifts with the feline walking closer to her… and kneeling*

    in the employ of her grace, the mighty Changeling Queen…

    *Scene moves showing the Changeling Queen from a slightly tilted angle*

    … Still I bring forth grave news.


    *Her eyes narrow, her long jagged horn radiating magical energy, rivaled by very few, blanking the scene as her roar is heard*
    *Scene shift showing a swarm of changelings marching and flying through a rocky path The Queen, with a thundering expression, and the advisor watching from a nearby outcrop.*

    *Scene shifts again, showing a slightly smaller Queen lifting tomes of valuable knowledge, commanding nearby drones. Some changing into ponies, some flying off heeding her orders*

    Even now as we make haste to your ancestral Hive, your treacherous daughter marshal her forces to throw off your rightful reign and set forth a path for her own ambition.

    *Shift to a drone, with a scar over the left side of his face and ornate helmet, overseeing the hatching, training, and marching of brawny, heavily armored changelings.*

    Find your loyal general Abdoen, gather the first warrior drones born in centuries, halt the foulish princess' plans and bring forth a new era for your Changelings under your cunning rule!


    *Shift to ending titles*

    Total War Disharmony


    Inspired by TW:W trailers and especially @Somebodynobody10 's omakes.

    Decided to add my own 2 cents. Is it good?
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    Very nice! +10 to a roll!
     
    Marlin said:
    Anyone got some more omake, or future action, ideas?
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    We have a frontier bordering Yak territory for a long time, ripe for a lot of different medieval western style omakes. I have a few frontier ideas that could be applied to that setting, but I'll need more info on the area.

    @Questor, what is the Yak frontier part of the Empire like? Since Handgun's haven't been invented yet I can't go full western so I need some lore to make an omake with.
     
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    So no idea why, was just bored but i decided to count up how much we have in stored omakes and it was around 610 so yeah... good job us cause my god thats alot of points to throw around.
     
    Raptor580 said:
    So no idea why, was just bored but i decided to count up how much we have in stored omakes and it was around 610 so yeah... good job us cause my god thats alot of points to throw around.
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    Hmm... What say we throw it all into one action

    Tech Development +610

    Questor: <pinches bridge of nose> Dammit guys...

    Emperor Garrick downs another pint of mead hoping that this will all make sense soon...

    Pearl was tweaking the crystal in the throne room, "Dad it's starting"

    Gabrielle looked over the papers, "How did we get here?"

    "I blame Kaboom."

    Pearl shushed them both, "Daddy, Gawain's getting off the lander.

    Gawain was on the crystal screen lowering himself in his suit, "One small step for a Gryphon, One Giant Leap for Equ... WHAT IN TARTARUS IS THAT? Princess Luna?!

    Luna smiled broadly, "Can I get a ride back please?"
     
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