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Who Needs Harmony?: An MLP Empire Quest

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Alright so this Ursa Major seems like the type of problem we throw Hardbeak and Merlin at along with our elite knight squadrons while the rest of the army falls back and provides support.
 
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After a few frantic minutes of chaotic, airborne melee, and after watching hundreds of bodies and severed limbs fall to the ground below, your forces emerge victorious, with every opposing Pegasus either dead, fleeing or captured.
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~It's rainin' Storm! Hallelujah! It's rainin' Storm! Every specimen!
Tall, winged and dead! Not so tough and they drop like leaaaaaaaad!~

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"Ursa Major!"
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Well the good news is that the cannon fodder barely blooded us, just in time to commit to our first mini (relatively) boss!
 
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Oh if it's more magic then actual flesh and blood then our best chance probably is to send Hardbeak and our Black Knights since there equipped with the Anti-magic gear. And in the mean time we can call in some other knights to guard us.
 
Evaunit02mark1 said:
If they didn't cost enough to beggar a king we'd already have them by the assload.

As it stands we just have to fall back on regular balls of metal hurtling at speeds fast enough to render a organic being into a smear staining various flat surfaces, like a peasant.
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Well the sheer volume of fire can help distract it, or cause it to slap its paw down on top of us from its current standing position.
 
Well, an Ursa major happens to be a pretty darn good 'trap' that couud be set up on a rather short notice??

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The lone voice does not remain so. Steadily, first one by one, then squadron by squadron and regiment by regiment, others raise their own voices, a chorus of tens of thousands joining together in perfect harmony, and the words uttered from countless throats finally reach your ears.

~Thousands stand as one
We shall turn the tide
We are marching on, standing side by side~

This is not like any of the songs sung by your army before. There is no humor, no sense of triumph or bravado, not even the defiance or righteous fury that you would expect the soldiers of the Empire and the Anti-Storm alliance to show in the face of their enemies. You can only describe it as pure, the voices of the great armor-clad chorus laden with raw, naked emotion and a quiet, steadfast resolve.

~And we'll carry on
Until the final battle's won
Far away, away in lands beyond~

You have never heard this song before. Not in the time before Discord, not in the early days of the Empire's unification, not in the depths of the Winter War or on the long march South.

~If I die in battle, find their blood upon my steel~

You don't think anyone has ever heard this song before. And yet, every soldier seems to know the words and rhythm by heart, not a single voice out of tune or stumbling in confusion. It sounds for all the world as if this completely spontaneous performance has been rehearsed, as if every Griffon, Dog and Pony in your army has sung this song a million times, until the words and the tune have become embedded into their minds and their hearts and their very souls.

~If I die in battle, tell the world I stood and did not kneel~

Axes and swords pound against shields in perfect time, a steady, metronomic banging that rings out over the valley and seems to shake the earth.

~If I die in battle, my soul will be free and gone~

It occurs to you that, despite the multinational nature of your force, everyone is still singing the exact same song in exactly the same way. There are no clashing languages, no Maretonian minority being drowned out by a wall of Griffonese. Every Griffon, Dog and Pony is singing in the same language.

But for the life of you, you can't tell what language it is.

~I won't die in battle
My name will forever live on~

As if by some unspoken signal, the soldiers of the Empire suddenly soften their voices as those of the Abolitionists grow louder, the former slaves belting out lyrics that seem almost tailor-made for them.

~They did not await us and the new world we will make
We are their nightmare deep within
They still underestimate us, our will and strength alive
For our freedom and our new life to begin~

Every soldier in your army is staring unblinkingly at the Storm troops gathered across the field. Even from this distance, you can see that many of them appear visibly unnerved.

Now it is the Abolitionists turn to soften their voices, the stoic tones of the Royal Guard picking up the slack, their lack of numbers doing nothing to lower the volume of their song.

~They will never break us down
They will not rule our lives
We are a bastion standing high~

At the very edge of your hearing, you swear that you can hear the strumming of an instrument, a series of electrifying notes unlike anything that has ever graced your ears.

For a fraction of an instant you swear you can feel the reverberation of the music in the depths of your soul.

Now every soldier sings as loud as any other, the soft, emotional tone abandoned in favor of one of strength and steel and raw spite. What began as a song of unity is now a song of defiance. A bold declaration of unflinching courage shouted from fifty thousand throats at the servants of a mad conqueror.

~If we die in battle, find their blood upon our steel!~

You don't know when your voice joined the armored chorus, anymore than you know when Gabriella, Pranceus, Delver, or any of the Grandmasters added theirs.

You only know that the fact that you began to sing without thinking does nothing to stop you from doing so.

~If we die in battle, tell the world we stood and did not kneel!~

Out of the corner of your eye, you spot Merlin. He isn't singing. He's gaping, staring wide-eyed in awe at something only his magically attuned senses can perceive.

~If we die in battle, our souls will be free and gone!~

You swear you see a few of the Manticores take a step back. Some of their equine allies have already taken several.

~We won't die in battle!
Our names will forever live on!~

And as the song comes to what you instinctively know to be it's end, every single cannon in your army opens fire at once.
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Out of the corner of your eye, you spot Merlin. He isn't singing. He's gaping, staring wide-eyed in awe at something only his magically attuned senses can perceive.
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(The Song of War: 99)
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And thus, Merlin witnesses history. The first known heartsong to involve non-ponies with a scale that has probably never has been seen before. MANY books are almost certainly gonna be rewritten to account for that 99 roll.
 
Evaunit02mark1 said:
If they didn't cost enough to beggar a king we'd already have them by the assload.

As it stands we just have to fall back on regular balls of metal hurtling at speeds fast enough to render a organic being into a smear staining various flat surfaces, like a peasant.
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But the simple truth is, our cannons likely to do nothing. This thing broke out of a mountain which would take more force to do then our cannons can impact it with, it be like shooting it a bear with a bb gun at that size. Our antimagic knights and hardbeak is the only thing that likely to hurt it more then every cannon firing at one spot for 10 hours could ever do.
 
Alexander Sturnn said:
...WHAT IN THE FLYING FUCK IS THAT?!?

Hardbeak, quick! GO AND KILL IT!


(I'm not really joking here, if anyone can kill this things, it's Hardbeak.)
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Remember the ursa minor from MLP? this is a full grown one, and probably pissed. My guess is that House storm realized they couldn't win, so they set things up to sick an ursus on our forces, probably either from taking its kid or waking it up.

Really, really regretting not getting those black cannon balls... cause at this point its either a magic fight, throwing our black blades at it in the hopes they do enough damage before they die, or full on retreating.
 
Cannon and ballista barrage as it approaches. Impact pressure MAY pierce it's hide with enough hits. Having the Black knights observe its movement and reaction speed, and when it gets close enough swarm tactics a la wolf pack. Encircle and bait from out of reach while blacksteel weapons bleed it from behind. Magi aid as best able. Bulk mundane soldiers move on to not get caught up.

It's an angry beast. Powerful and magical, but bestial. Primary objective is to keep it from tearing up our army as best able.
 
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Our Heartsong, which was considered impossible by anything not a Pony, has summoned an Ursa Major.

Welp, time for Konrad to pull off another bullshit feat!
 
I regret I only have one heart to give. Also at this rate we're going to end up fighting actual dragons next war. Ursa Major is the next worse thing, so of course I believe house storm has a hand in this.

Welp, time to kill an embodiment of magic.
 
So, a few cannon rounds, followed by Hardbeak beating it around like a teddy bear, followed by our favorite diamond dog throwing a big bomb down its throat or something
 
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