- Location
- USA
Except were not a strong ruler in any aspect of the word. We don't need the legacy of we got fucking smashed for picking a stupid fight we had no right being in.
Who Needs Harmony?: An MLP Empire Quest
- Thread starter Questor
- Start date
- Location
- Italy
[X] Roar of the Lion: This is what the Knights were created to do, what they are trained and equipped to do. You're a merchant, an administrator, a ruler, but you're not a warrior, and you're certainly not as great a warrior as Brochard. Leave the task in the capable talons of Hardbeak and his Lions. You're not going to risk your life over some petty grudge.
[X] Roar of the Lion: This is what the Knights were created to do, what they are trained and equipped to do. You're a merchant, an administrator, a ruler, but you're not a warrior, and you're certainly not as great a warrior as Brochard. Leave the task in the capable talons of Hardbeak and his Lions. You're not going to risk your life over some petty grudge.
Brochard is a martial based king, you can see it from the way he rules, his scenes in this quest and the way he treats diplomacy so it is probably his greatest strength. He is also going to be far more experienced then us and we don't have any kind of trick we could pull on him, so i would prefer not to put this up to chance. Heck if I could I would have him shot full of arrows/Balistia bolts if we could get away with it.
Brochard is a martial based king, you can see it from the way he rules, his scenes in this quest and the way he treats diplomacy so it is probably his greatest strength. He is also going to be far more experienced then us and we don't have any kind of trick we could pull on him, so i would prefer not to put this up to chance. Heck if I could I would have him shot full of arrows/Balistia bolts if we could get away with it.
- Location
- California
Pretty good. Hopefully Canterlot continues to exist in this AU.
Laughed at how the Equstrian and Griffin perspective clash out of pride/ ego. Could use something some grammar edits in places and- let's say- one more phrase to round out omake at 4 phrases.
Added a 4th phrase and put a bit more into the first one, thanks for the review.
Evaunit02mark1
S-s-smell the Prey, S-s-start the Hunt.
Crazy7s1
Excellent
You know if we loaded this up with enough omakes we COULD actually pull it off.
whenever I see that option, an image pops up in my head. and its of borchard holding his hammer high!, ready to say something to inspire his men!
And then his head gets taken off by one bigass arrow
And then his head gets taken off by one bigass arrow
Evaunit02mark1
S-s-smell the Prey, S-s-start the Hunt.
It's a tempting image I must admit, but if wishes were fishes no man would starve.
Best to use the tried and true method of violently beating the living shit out of him and then repeatedly stabbing what's left.
I know the feeling, unfortunately the likely hood of us pulling it off is not likely, any kind of roll for this would probably have a number of negative modifiers on it as questor has stated that the ballistae have trouble with small targets like individual griffins, not to mention he is probably wearing the best armor available and is keeping an eye out for this kind of thing.
I rather like that, I propose that after we do that. We dump his mangled corpse near some wild trolls, or any he still has in lockup.
- Location
- MN
wonder if we're going to have to deal with armored troll enemies in the future since it now has been proven they can be tamed.
- Location
- nz
[X] Duel of Kings: You've been largely separated from the fighting up till now. You haven't even bloodied your sword yet! What's the point of all this armor if you're not going to put yourself into harms way? Do you really want to be known as the King that stood by and let others fight for him? Are you going to just stand here as Brochard slaughters your subjects? Go engage your rival in single combat and settle this feud once and for all.
Omake: Roar of Battle (Canon)
- Location
- Missouri
I've not done an omake before, but I'll give it a go...
The Roar of Battle
The lines hold and you swing forth your spear piercing an enemy soldier, the blood running thick enough to make the shaft slippery, you yank back the spear as a fellow soldier covered your recovery. The battle has been a slog, yet you and yours continue to walk step by bloody step pushing the Aquillians back.
THUMP
You rear your head back in surprise as a carcass falls down beside you, the corpse of some soldier you can't tell which side he belonged too, had crushed the griffon beside you. The shock of it all is what gets you, but you've no time to squander as you hold your shield up like a cliffside when a spear glances against the well-crafted steel shaking from the force.
Screeching in outrage you thrust forward again talons near bloodless from how tight your grip is. Thankfully the spearhead sinks deep a mortal blow, you have to dart your head aside, however, a nearby soldier takes the chance to give you a new hole to breathe from! Snarling you swung your spear to the side to drive the foe away, where was your cover!? You glance to your side to see the still mangled corpse from above, but there are too many limbs for just one griffon...
You think that was Guoda, poor sap was always unlucky when another friendly moved up to take his place. You weren't a big thinking type of bird, but-
Skrrrt!
DAMNATION! You throw your weight behind the shield as some cheeky soft pad tried to ram you over! Grunting you get ready to take advantage when the soft pad soon grew a spear from his chest.
"Alroight there laddi?!" Gulbrad shouted beside you, "Keep your shield up, eh?"
"Aye!" You shout back over the din of battle when your ear tufts perk up at the blowing of war horns, was the King sending the Lions in? No, wait...
You watched in confusion as the birds in front of you suddenly panic as they bodily flung themselves backward wings beating rapidly even in armor.
Did you all do it?
Was the battle over?
No, a glance at the formations before you has a chill creep up your spine as the army splits apart down the seams in an orderly manner.
A few of the lads get a few easy kills in with the sudden movement, but the way they are set up it leads right into their encampment! You watch with narrowed eyes and adjust your grip on your weapons as the birds beside you do the same.
"Wot's all this then?"
"'unno, Ah don't loike it one mite."
"Steady on lads! Steady on!"
From the sudden clearing you can make out some tarp covered thing be pulled back and your tail clings tightly to your leg.
KRSH!
KRSHH!
KRSHHH!
They have trolls. Plural, meaning many.
In armor, with weapons.
You and the rest of the lads have barely a moment to react before their cages are unlocked and a whole line of the giants rush towards you! The ground quakes at their approach and you're paralyzed.
Y-you need to brace your spear.
Angle your shield, how can you when the beast can crush steel like paper!?
ANYTHING
You can only watch helplessly as the largest and meanest of the brutes looms above you arm-blade raised high into the air.
With a cry of pure steel and zeal, you see your queen clash into the trolls helm spear dazzlingly bright as if touched by Thoradin's touch himself! The great brute staggered for a moment before with a groan of obese flesh it fell backward a plume of dust thrown up by the weight. The queen wrenched her now bloody spear free before glancing back at you all.
"Soldiers of Griffonia, stand with me now! Fight on!" The queen roared out with bloody spear raised up.
The army let out a mighty bellow, your own cry lost within it, before you all take flight charging to meet the trolls fire burning in your veins. You swarm the great beasts, less mighty griffons and more like buzzing gnats to the blows left by the troll. Leaving behind your shield you grip your spear with both talons and dart forward laying a thing slice upon the brutes skin between the armor.
You grin with bloodthirst only to feel pain unlike any you'd ever experienced erupt up your side.
You're flying, but your wings aren't...
Oh.
You screech in pain when you hit the ground, you can feel broken bones and everything is swimming in a nausea-inducing blur of colors.
Where's your spear?
Your shield?
Darkness crowds upon the edges of your vision when you feel the broken shaft of your spear, drawing the sundered wood close you clutch to it like a child against the Discordian monsters under the everything when consciousness leaves you...
The Roar of Battle
The lines hold and you swing forth your spear piercing an enemy soldier, the blood running thick enough to make the shaft slippery, you yank back the spear as a fellow soldier covered your recovery. The battle has been a slog, yet you and yours continue to walk step by bloody step pushing the Aquillians back.
THUMP
You rear your head back in surprise as a carcass falls down beside you, the corpse of some soldier you can't tell which side he belonged too, had crushed the griffon beside you. The shock of it all is what gets you, but you've no time to squander as you hold your shield up like a cliffside when a spear glances against the well-crafted steel shaking from the force.
Screeching in outrage you thrust forward again talons near bloodless from how tight your grip is. Thankfully the spearhead sinks deep a mortal blow, you have to dart your head aside, however, a nearby soldier takes the chance to give you a new hole to breathe from! Snarling you swung your spear to the side to drive the foe away, where was your cover!? You glance to your side to see the still mangled corpse from above, but there are too many limbs for just one griffon...
You think that was Guoda, poor sap was always unlucky when another friendly moved up to take his place. You weren't a big thinking type of bird, but-
Skrrrt!
DAMNATION! You throw your weight behind the shield as some cheeky soft pad tried to ram you over! Grunting you get ready to take advantage when the soft pad soon grew a spear from his chest.
"Alroight there laddi?!" Gulbrad shouted beside you, "Keep your shield up, eh?"
"Aye!" You shout back over the din of battle when your ear tufts perk up at the blowing of war horns, was the King sending the Lions in? No, wait...
You watched in confusion as the birds in front of you suddenly panic as they bodily flung themselves backward wings beating rapidly even in armor.
Did you all do it?
Was the battle over?
No, a glance at the formations before you has a chill creep up your spine as the army splits apart down the seams in an orderly manner.
A few of the lads get a few easy kills in with the sudden movement, but the way they are set up it leads right into their encampment! You watch with narrowed eyes and adjust your grip on your weapons as the birds beside you do the same.
"Wot's all this then?"
"'unno, Ah don't loike it one mite."
"Steady on lads! Steady on!"
From the sudden clearing you can make out some tarp covered thing be pulled back and your tail clings tightly to your leg.
KRSH!
KRSHH!
KRSHHH!
They have trolls. Plural, meaning many.
In armor, with weapons.
You and the rest of the lads have barely a moment to react before their cages are unlocked and a whole line of the giants rush towards you! The ground quakes at their approach and you're paralyzed.
Y-you need to brace your spear.
Angle your shield, how can you when the beast can crush steel like paper!?
ANYTHING
You can only watch helplessly as the largest and meanest of the brutes looms above you arm-blade raised high into the air.
With a cry of pure steel and zeal, you see your queen clash into the trolls helm spear dazzlingly bright as if touched by Thoradin's touch himself! The great brute staggered for a moment before with a groan of obese flesh it fell backward a plume of dust thrown up by the weight. The queen wrenched her now bloody spear free before glancing back at you all.
"Soldiers of Griffonia, stand with me now! Fight on!" The queen roared out with bloody spear raised up.
The army let out a mighty bellow, your own cry lost within it, before you all take flight charging to meet the trolls fire burning in your veins. You swarm the great beasts, less mighty griffons and more like buzzing gnats to the blows left by the troll. Leaving behind your shield you grip your spear with both talons and dart forward laying a thing slice upon the brutes skin between the armor.
You grin with bloodthirst only to feel pain unlike any you'd ever experienced erupt up your side.
You're flying, but your wings aren't...
Oh.
You screech in pain when you hit the ground, you can feel broken bones and everything is swimming in a nausea-inducing blur of colors.
Where's your spear?
Your shield?
Darkness crowds upon the edges of your vision when you feel the broken shaft of your spear, drawing the sundered wood close you clutch to it like a child against the Discordian monsters under the everything when consciousness leaves you...
- Location
- Missouri
[x] Roar of the Lion: This is what the Knights were created to do, what they are trained and equipped to do. You're a merchant, an administrator, a ruler, but you're not a warrior, and you're certainly not as great a warrior as Brochard. Leave the task in the capable talons of Hardbeak and his Lions. You're not going to risk your life over some petty grudge.
Voting this, we're not a warrior we've barely been trained unlike Mr. Martial only king man over yonder.
Voting this, we're not a warrior we've barely been trained unlike Mr. Martial only king man over yonder.
- Location
- Ohio
That sounds gryphony for some reason.
- Location
- Germany
[X] Roar of the Lion: This is what the Knights were created to do, what they are trained and equipped to do. You're a merchant, an administrator, a ruler, but you're not a warrior, and you're certainly not as great a warrior as Brochard. Leave the task in the capable talons of Hardbeak and his Lions. You're not going to risk your life over some petty grudge.
- Location
- Germany
[X] Roar of the Lion: This is what the Knights were created to do, what they are trained and equipped to do. You're a merchant, an administrator, a ruler, but you're not a warrior, and you're certainly not as great a warrior as Brochard. Leave the task in the capable talons of Hardbeak and his Lions. You're not going to risk your life over some petty grudge.
- Location
- Space
[X] Roar of the Lion: This is what the Knights were created to do, what they are trained and equipped to do. You're a merchant, an administrator, a ruler, but you're not a warrior, and you're certainly not as great a warrior as Brochard. Leave the task in the capable talons of Hardbeak and his Lions. You're not going to risk your life over some petty grudge.
- Location
- Maryland
+10 to a Roll
Dolly Fail Fail
Boss Leader
- Location
- Within dreams and memories
[X] Roar of the Lion: This is what the Knights were created to do, what they are trained and equipped to do. You're a merchant, an administrator, a ruler, but you're not a warrior, and you're certainly not as great a warrior as Brochard. Leave the task in the capable talons of Hardbeak and his Lions. You're not going to risk your life over some petty grudge.
- Location
- USA
So do we have an idea of what sort of losses the enemy has taken and how much they have left at this point? I know we neutralized their siege engines early and that our archers had a better opening volley then theirs while early we were trading at a better then 1:1 ratio.
Asmodemus
Subversive Element
[X] Roar of the Lion: This is what the Knights were created to do, what they are trained and equipped to do. You're a merchant, an administrator, a ruler, but you're not a warrior, and you're certainly not as great a warrior as Brochard. Leave the task in the capable talons of Hardbeak and his Lions. You're not going to risk your life over some petty grudge.
Like the majority, I agree that this is the time for our knights to shine and us to praise them and everyone else in the army afterwards. Then get some face to face chat with Duke Talonuelli to smooth over the whole 'becoming part of our nation reforged' thing with some personal knowledge of us alongside promises of helping fund reconstruction and giving protection until they get new blood in to replace their losses.
Following that the League should be easy to persuade into joining up with some diplomacy.
Like the majority, I agree that this is the time for our knights to shine and us to praise them and everyone else in the army afterwards. Then get some face to face chat with Duke Talonuelli to smooth over the whole 'becoming part of our nation reforged' thing with some personal knowledge of us alongside promises of helping fund reconstruction and giving protection until they get new blood in to replace their losses.
Following that the League should be easy to persuade into joining up with some diplomacy.
HAHAHAHAHAHAHAH No.
- Location
- Venezuela
[X] Roar of the Lion: This is what the Knights were created to do, what they are trained and equipped to do. You're a merchant, an administrator, a ruler, but you're not a warrior, and you're certainly not as great a warrior as Brochard. Leave the task in the capable talons of Hardbeak and his Lions. You're not going to risk your life over some petty grudge.