The Food Raid (ask to join)

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Re: The Food Raid

Post by Kadai Montanya » 1/25/18 10:15 PM

Twisting the heft of the axe around in his hoof, the Wrath remained silent for a moment while chaos still ensued around them. Left and right loyalists were dying. Blood upon his own hooves for this insufferable war. All Nightmare Moon wanted was peace. She was willing to work out ways help the ponies adjust to the Eternal Night! They were researching ways to grow crops in pure moonlight! If anything, it was more of a technological advancement for them all! But no. They choose violence.

A snarl appeared upon his face as he takes a step forward, "You will remain out of this, Despair. Guard those projecting the magical barrier and assist our own forces. It seems some others have joined the fray that need.. tending to. If you defy me, you defy the Queen herself. Let me remind you that." He shot back in an undertone of authority and annoyance. No, this would be his fight. Unlike some others, he still had honor.

Taking a few more steps forward, the Wrath answered the challenge. "I had hoped you would see reason. I would have devoted resources into researching a way to aid your.. affliction. Damn you for forcing my hoof!" Up until then he had remained calm and measured. That was no longer the case. Looking inwards, he summoned his wrath. Submitting to his emotions that swallowed him into a sea of darkness, the Wrath lunged forward with an oath shouting from his maw, the axe curling upwards only to be brought down in savage downward slash.

Meanwhile in the background, the spellcasters were solely focused upon trapping them all within a magical dome. Such magic prohibited the use of teleportation, and required great strength to break.. or for the magical current to be severed from the power source. Nightmare Moon's forces clashed heavily with the rebel knights, and already, a high body count was littered around; the stench of death filling the arid air.

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Re: The Food Raid

Post by Tranquil Rampart » 1/28/18 01:00 PM

//Whoops, wrong account!

The rebels and the loyalists soon clashed once again, the sounds of steel and screams being heard. Again, the forces of the Gallants fought defensively, focusing on survival and lasting as long as possible before taking casualties. No attempts were ever made to target the mages that were dropping the shield around them to prevent their escape. One would wonder just what kind of plan they had, fighting so defensively and taking no action to get out...

Tranquil's eyes lit up, a sparkle in them as he saw that rage coming at him, that wrath he heard so much about being here before him now. He narrowed his gaze, gritting his sharp teeth and charged forward to meet him. As they closed in, he raised up his shield to take the impact of the great overhead swing.

The impact managed to surprise him. Steel bit into steel, his shield threatening to give way to the mighty axe that powered down onto him. Braced, he roared and pushed his shield to the side, pulling his mace out and swinging wide at the Lunar Wrath, his whole body mass behind the swing, tearing up earth with his momentum.

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Re: The Food Raid

Post by Branwen » 2/1/18 12:03 AM

Despair watched the Wrath charge forward, her lips curling up in the smallest hint of a smile as they started their own battle amidst the bloodshed and carnage.

"Long Live the Queen.." She whispered out sarcastically, hate in her eyes as she turns away from the two and starts to walk to the rest of the battlefield. She couldn't shake that nagging feeling in the back of her head, something was wrong and she couldn't piece it together. The rebels had been clever with their entrance, having snuck this far into the city without detection; but they halted and stood their ground, a small force versus an entire city garrison. It was almost like they were trapping themselves, almost like they were... bait.

The mare let out a hiss of annoyance, grinding her teeth together as she glanced back towards the Wolf and Wrath. Something else was at play here, what, she did not know. Nor would she be able to find out, since she was in the middle of a battle with no way to teleport out. With that in mind, she races towards the Wrath's mage unit, twin daggers emerging from her cloak to cut down anyone in her way. The daggers struck fast and precise, striking her opponents in the weak links of their armor, most of them already engaged in combat with Loyalists. Any she struck and didn't kill were meet a swift end at the hands of the loyalist guards fighting around them. She fired a few spells off, dark magic arrows that burned through light armor and flesh, and bolts of lighting to take down the more armored rebels who got in her way.

Eventually she made her way to the mages holding up the barrier, looking them over with a snort before turning around and gazing back across the battlefield. She could easily make out the top of the Wolf from afar with his height, now she had to just wait and see who would win.

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Re: The Food Raid

Post by Master Plan » 2/1/18 08:21 AM

The Commander fortunately, did not have to wait too long.

After issuing his rotating standby order 3 nights ago, His secretary flitted into his office with an urgent dispatch that the city watch had reported a fight had broken out in the Warehouse district. His earlier reforms had ensured the report was bumped up the chain quickly, and the report of hostilities reached his desk soon after Despair had arrived on the scene.

He quickly sent out summons for his current on-call squad, and a few members of his personal retinue to assemble in the 'pool room,' as he left his office quickly to meet them there.

The 'pool room' was a chamber filled with several silver basins of water set atop plinths that featured several arcane glyphs of focus and runic inlays of sight and farseeing. Sapphires glitter faintly at the core of each the plinths, while water slowly flowed up into the basins without a ripple and gently cascaded from the rim to the stone drainage under them. The basins were attended to by a staff of several unicorns. Contrary to what the misleading name might suggest, the pool room was actually a very powerful scrying nexus.

"Get me the Warehouse District, wide angle if you can," he said to the attendants, moving up the biggest basin that several ponies in armor can easily fit around. A pair of the unicorn's horns glowed unison and a random, unexpected ripple moves the surface of the basin, an aerial image of the warehouses spreading out behind it, each ripple somehow sharpening the clarity of the image in the water.

"And somepony get me my armor." He says grimly as the the scene resolves, just in time for Kadai to arrive and his forces to move in to engage.

He studies the developing furball a moment as several ponies in the imposing and featureless matte black armor glide into the room up to the viewing pool near silently. "So, it was Gallant." says a female Earthpony with her helmet at her side, pulling her blue and pink mane back into a bun her helmet could accommodate.

“So it seems Drops.” The Commander nods as attendants moved to help him quickly don his own armor with practiced movements, he clicks his tongue as Gallant’s formations and loadout become apparent. “And doing a good job suckering in the Wrath. It’s a feint, meant to draw attention as long as possible. They’ll have an alternate exit ready or use the second lunge to draw off supporting forces to break out. It’s Gallant alright, this has sompony like Merit’s hooves all over it.” he growls and looks back to the scrying attendants. “Get me Canterlot wide viewing, and start sweeping individual sectors I want to know where we’re being flanked, and I want to know right now.”

After looking at a live, high altitude viewing of the city a moment, he locked eyes with a veteran dispatcher in the corner of the room, and issued orders. “Issue a priority order via Mass Sending: All assigned posts are to hold fast on their assigned positions and prepare for probable incursions until an all clear is given! Garrisons are to hold position and be ready for marching orders. Lockdown all checkpoints and moored airships; Anyone attempting to move through them without my explicit orders are to be detained or killed. And any groups found by current patrols of three or more wearing both green and grey are to be killed on sight.”

He adjusted the gorget of his armor as it slipped into place and sealed around his neck as it integrated with the rest of plate covering him. An adjunct brought him another fresh intelligence report from the direct sending desk. “Hmm seems our prisoners were right too,” he says idlelly to “Drops” and the other members of the strike team as they file in. “A group of armed rabble just left the Crow’s Call shortly after a runner entered. We can guess where they’re headed. Definite rebel activity, we’ll handle them once this is contained.” he informed the now fully assembled squad as they look at the images in the basin, and double checked armor, getting a good idea of what they might be jumping into.

His horn lights up, opening up a Direct Sending spell between him and Despair, who he sees in the corner of the basin. “Operator Despair.” he says out loud in his calm and yet authoritative Bittish accent, knowing she can hear him clearly on the other end. “This is Commander Plan, head of the Obsidian Shard. Please be advised, there are no reinforcements currently en route, The fight there is a feint and I’ve ordered all posts to hold fast and prepare for additional incursion. I have one of my strike teams standing by as a rapid reaction force for when the second thrust comes, but the local garrison and Montanya’s detachment are the only assets at you position at the moment. Unfortunately, there is a report of an armed group of rabble likely closing in on your positions. To that end, you are authorized to co-opt the mages in Montonya’s cohort. I suspect a barrier might do more harm than good at this point anyway. Use them as you see fit, be.. creative with them, and the Wrath can take it up with me if he complains. Plan out.”
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Re: The Food Raid

Post by Kitty Eboncraft » 2/1/18 10:33 PM

The loyalists didn't even see them coming. Kitty’s ragtag crew was by no means a collection of assassins but the noise and fury of the battle gave them the cover they needed. Eight or so ponies crept along the alley way and into the street. Behind the cluster of unicorns they crept, whose focus was on casting some spell or firing bolts of magic into the other rebels. With Kitty’s order they rushed forward. Gurgled brays and sprays of blood followed the wicked edges of crude butchers knives and stilettos while others were brained by blackjacks and the odd cudgel. Some faced them in time however and Kitty hissed a curse when one of her rabble was lit aflame, an errant spark nearly sending her coat smoldering as her left side was assaulted by the sudden rush of hot air.

Kitty barely ducked a bolt of cyan magic and rushed forward in a flurry of wing and wind. With a tight twirl her hind hoof clocked the assailant aside the skull. He stumbled dazed and turned his head around just in time to catch an iron shod forehoof crushing his muzzle. He went down. Three more of hers went down to fire and magic. Kitty scowled. She was no martyr and his should be the distraction this Rampart needed.

She prepared to turn tail. "Move back lads! Into the alley!"

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Re: The Food Raid

Post by Kadai Montanya » 2/2/18 01:44 AM

The Wrath was the epitome of military might. He was the shield and sword of Nightmare Moon; the symbol of strength and might upon the battlefield that struck fear into the very hearts of any soldier that dares oppose him. Brute force, and sheer bloodlust was what he brought to the table. Unlike others, he had no handler. The only one he answered to, was the Queen. The Wrath was not so easily leashed, and when he was, it was on a very short leash. It was no surprise that he had befallen a ruse. Such a large scale attack from an entire battalion of rebel forces was too much to ignore. After all, it was his duty to meet large scale incursions head on. He was the Vanguard.

As the Wrath swept down, he relished the sound of the axe biting into the steel shield. The weapon reflected his satisfaction of savage brutality for close quarters combat. It was made to hack, slash, and chew through heavy armor with each powerful swing. But that was it's downfall. Slow, heavy, each swing was a committed attack that could not be reversed half way through a cleave, even with the strength he had. Pulling the axe out with a metallic shriek, he couldn't have been fast enough to bring the blade to parry the strike to his side. Instead, he shifted himself into the strike to lessen the blow. Stars were seen as the mace struck into his plate, denting the metal from impact, and he could have sworn he heard a few ribs snap. That mace was deadly.

Grunting, the stallion pulled back out of reach of the mace. His hooves moved down the heft of the axe, towards the bottom to give him the reach he needed. Swirling the axe around the back of his head, he brought it around so that it could strike the knight in his side. It was a maneuver used by axe wielders to get around a shield, but as with a heavy weapon, it was very much telegraphed. "Give in to your hate.. STRIKE ME DOWN!" The pain in his side throbbed, but goaded him on in a savage bloodlust. He laughed as the blade came in for it's mark..

Meanwhile, the forces that had accompanied the Wrath were locked in a fierce battle with the rebel knights. Both sides fought for every inch of ground that could be taken. Duels were fought between loyalist and rebel alike, lasting no more than a few seconds before one died to the other. The streets ran red with the vitae of the fallen, the moans of the wounded filled the air while the mages silently held their ground and maintained the spell.

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Re: The Food Raid

Post by Tranquil Rampart » 2/3/18 10:24 PM

Rebels fell to the attacks of Despair, though they were ready for a hard fight. Each pony didn't go down without a proper fight, some taking a bit more to kill than one would expect. They fought as a unit, covering themselves and using their unicorns to fill the gaps and stop wide area effects. As they met more resistance they began to fall back slowly, giving ground and falling back the way they came, closer to the edge of the shield barrier. They would have very few places to go very soon, but they also would have fewer directions to worry about enemies coming from. A few of the carts they came in on were being moved with their formation as well, unicorns vesting their energy in protecting them as well.

From Plan's perspective, everything outside the current engagement zone was...calm. Nothing was visibly out of place. A few errant fire arrows from the battle had begun to set some buildings ablaze, smoke starting to billow, but nothing massively out of control. Otherwise there were peasants and civilians going about their lives, or watching the battle from the distance, pulling their wagons of dirt or what have you as they continued on with the logistics of running a city. Either what he was looking for was hiding very well, or coming from somewhere else entirely....

The distraction offered by the citizens was welcome. Every bit of effort counted here. Tranquil looked up to the sky for a moment, likely being his last chance before he completely absorbed himself into this fight. Only a bit longer...

The wolf in him was satisfied as he scored a hit on the Lunar Wrath. He started to smile at seeing him be injured, but when the Wrath continued his attack it only brought him more satisfaction. This one wasn't going down so easily. This was a pony that could really give him a thrill. That could give the wolf the satisfaction it was looking for. He put his shield up, seeing the telegraphed attack coming at him. He could have stepped back and tried to keep it from going around his shield but....he didn't.

The Wolf braced himself, putting his shield out to at least impact the shaft of his axe before it hit the side of his armor and slow it down, but it did bite into his side, and hard. Again he was a bit impressed with how much strength the Lunar Wrath could muster behind that axe. He felt his armor crumple and give way, steel biting through flesh and fur. He winced, grit his teeth, the pain driving him to further rage. Now he would get his return.

He pulled his shield back, catching it on the hook of his axe to hold it in place, and his other paw grabbed the shaft of his axe. Firmly having his weapon in a hold now, he dropped his mace from his mouth....and lunged his jaws forward, aiming for one of the Lunar Wrath's legs, intent on sinking his teeth in. Were he to succeed, he would bit down hard and violently shake him, intent on sheering off a limb.

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Re: The Food Raid

Post by Kadai Montanya » 2/6/18 06:15 PM

Kadai smiled as he felt the blade of the axe bury into armor, and in turn, into flesh. Due to the nature of the axe, and how it curved at the bottom, it did indeed catch upon the shield as he tried to tug it back. Having thought it was an.. honorable duel, he never expected the wolf to lunge out and bite. A shrill cry of pain erupted from the Wrath as those teeth sunk through his fur, flesh, muscle, and straight down upon the bone. For a moment, a spark of worry ran through him about the consequences of such an.. attack.

But those thoughts were shaken as wave after wave of pain washed through his body. His vision blurred, narrowing while a dull throb was felt at the back of his head. Muscles spasmed, tensing as the excruciating pain overwhelmed his nerves. The Wrath was not a light pony, especially with his plate armor on. Even with the strength of the wolf, there is only so much the muscles of a neck can move compared to the full weight of an armored pony. His hoof was thrashed side to side, causing Kadai to shift back and forth, compensating with the way it moved. He ignored the tearing sounds, he ignored the blood welling down his hoof, instead he focused on the pain. Having let go of the weapon, he brought his free hoof up, and began to punch the wolf. Blow after blow, he intended on beating his head in, or giving him a major concussion, either or. Time was not on his side anymore.

Meanwhile in the clash of the fighting, the Nightmare Forces adapted to the defensive nature of the rebels. It wasn't right. Disengaging from the fight, they began to pull back, regroup, and waited for further orders.

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Re: The Food Raid

Post by Branwen » 2/8/18 11:44 PM

Despair's ears suddenly twitched at the sound of his voice, her eyes narrowing as she listened to his words. A grin slowly grew upon her face as he spoke, her eyes flashing dangerously as she stood up straight and looked over the battlefield. Nightmare's forces for finally pulling back and regrouping in front of her, while the Wolf and Wrath continued their epic battle out in the midst of the battle. Her horn lights up, casting a eerie crimson glow on the ground around her as she responds to Master Plan. " Understood Commander."

With that said, she whirls around, her dark cloak fluttering behind her as she faces the Wrath's mages, her eyes staring them down with a dark stern gaze. "We've been deceived into fighting here, this is not the main attack force. Your commander, The Wrath, is engaged in combat with the wolf, and-" She waves a hoof to where the Wrath was being trashed about in the jaws of the beast as she spoke, "he is in some dire need of assistance. Drop the shield, channel your magic in me, I need assistance with this next spell."

Slowly, the mages do as she asks, their horns light up as their colored auras slowly reach out and touch her horn. She lets out a deep breath, her horn growing brighter as the red seems to envelope and consume the magic that was flowing into her body. Her eyes close for a brief second, opening to glow a bright red as she opens her mouth and begins to speak, her voice seeming to rumble and echo across the battlefield in a strange, harsh, and chilling tongue.

"Dorozg mauz matûrz. Durb-izg latu. Latu az-izub goth. Grund. Ushk. Hiil-izish!"

Her horn flashes brightly, the crimson glow suddenly lighting up the entire battlefield for a brief moment, before dying back down to a faint glow that surrounds her body. For a few seconds nothing happens... then all at once, a great clamor starts up. Horrible, unpony like screams begin to fill the air as the dead bodies on the ground begin to twitch and writhe. The corpses of the fallen begin to stand, at least those that could. Loyalist or Rebel it didn't matter now, their tunics and armor were stained with blood and mud, their limbs and flesh ripped apart by steel or arrows. They heeded her call, their lifeless eyes glowing a faint red as they all turned their heads to stare at her.

Despair could hear the muttering of the mages behind her and the whimpering of some of the lesser soldiers nearby.. they were scared. That cold evil smirk grew on her face as she turned her glowing eyes back to the wolf, a hoof slowly raising to point at him. "Kill the Wolf."

With that simple command every zombie turned to stare at the large beast, screaming out in furry before charging at the Wolf and his army with a surprising speed, their teeth gnashing as their hooves thundered against the ground. Her eyes glance back at the mages, a cold laughter ringing out as she grins. "Keep up with that flow of magic. Trust me, you don't want me to lose control of this.."

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Re: The Food Raid

Post by Master Plan » 2/10/18 05:41 PM

There was a collective raised eyebrow around the scrying pool at Despair's unique spell. “Well you did tell her to be creative..” said Drops as Master Plan gave a weary sigh. “We might control the press, but Faust above, deploying undead in the middle of the city is going to haunt us awhile.” he shakes his head. “Order the Operator to go after the carts when she can, they seem keen on keeping them intact and that might disrupt their lines. Also, Remind me to be more specific to her in the future.” he replies with perfect deadpan as he continues to view the layout of the fight and the city. Taking a moment to particularly scrutinize the former grounds the former noble house once possessed.

The city views of the city were revealing little though, it was all too quiet, save for the ruckus by the warehouses. He looked over sideways at another smaller pool which had remained focused on the battle.. Looking at them and the way they protected the carts in formation, being so defensive: Food was never meant to be a priority of theirs, otherwise they would be using scouts and skirmishers to probe and seek a break ou-..

The Commander paused and reassessed the makeup of the ponies currently fighting. It seemed basically all Earth Ponies and Unicorns: those who could use the relatively heavy shields effectively. Gallant’s pegasus contingent had to be elsewhere.

“Get me total panoramas from both the astronomy tower and the city overhang.” he says to the scrying attendants “I want to see all air routes into the Capitol. I know its a strain, but I want bat sight and dragon sight pings too, highlight all aerial activity.”

Looking at the view in the scrying pool, the images rippled and re-resolved into continuous views of skies around Canterlot, while pulses of magic sight helped to highlight anything that moved in the air under the moonlight.

He speaks to his Dispatch attendant as the last of all the Shard’s armor and weapons, clicks into place and becomes magically active, save for his helmet, including Plan’s. “Give orders to scramble the Shadowbolts into the immediate airspace and tell them to prepare for intercept via a Peregrine Maneuver. Give orders to the 2nd Air Legion to prepare to sortie too.” He looks to the 2 pegasus near him in the Shard’s intimidating magic armor. “If it is indeed an air attack, you will join the Shadowbolts, I’ll give you a lift. You’re to intercept and buy time until the aerial legion arrives.”
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