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Current Sorry for my lack of posts lately. I've just... been struggling to get the energy to write something up. I'm trying some new meds through so hopefully that will change soon.
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The Orc-Grave Swamp Enclave


The Outpost

It took a while, but thanks largely in part to the Heart of the Swamp that had been gifted to him, Fumble was able end the argument between the two factions that had formed in the settlement; However, rather then claim that those who had believed that the spirits of their family and friends who had died were speaking them were wrong, Fumble offered an idea to try and appease the Spiritualists so that they could all be united again and stop the arguments. Logically, since the Swamp was made up of everything in the swamp then that meant that the friends and loved ones who had died there had become apart of the spirit of the Swamp as well... even if they only consisted of a drop in a much, much larger pool now.

Therefore, the Spiritualists hadn't been wrong; the Spirits of their people were still offering wisdom and guidance, but they were doing so as apart of the Spirit of the Swamp rather then as themselves.

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The Conclave

Poisons were being brewed, moss and mushrooms were growing... and for the first time in a long time, Gredy allowed himself a little bit of time to sit down and rest. The fungi farms hadn't even yielded their first crop yet and they were already looking promising; For the first time since... well, ever, there was going to be enough food for all of them. The idea that no one was going to starve for a change... it was novel and occasionally he had to pinch himself to make sure that he wasn't dreaming.

Now with a steady food supply secured, it was time to work on other projects. The bridges suspended up in the tree branches to connect the Conclave proper to the Outpost that they had first taken shelter in so that there was relatively safe, speedy movement between the two settlements had been put underway. Some of the scouts that had been deemed to green to go on the expedition out of the Swamp had been already ordered to scout out a route and pass along any messages between the Conclave and the Outpost while other goblins gathered together supplies in order to actually build the thing. It would certainly be the biggest project that the goblins had committed themselves to since they had claimed their freedom, but even as he dozed off for a nap Gredy felt they would be up to the task.

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The Scouting Expedition.

While their leader had been lost, after the scouts had gathered together again a vote was quickly passed to continue their mission; They were to scout out the backstabbing Iceborn and locate their holdings and targets for assault and that was what they were going to do.
Worried Mind


Location: Bellbrooke Reform School, lobby




Worried shrugged. The posturing of arrogant ponies did not concern him; If need be, he would try and track down some kind of authority to investigate his finances. Surely Equestria had to have some kind of organization to make sure ponies paid their taxes and would investigate if something looked... off about their records. Even if it actually did turn out that the good Prince was paying for their services legitimately, having his home government check out his finances would be more then enough to cut him down a peg.

"A job's a job then. We should get going." There wasn't any more need to ask questions... or remain in Blueblood's annoying presence any longer for the time being as far as he was concerned.

I'll get a post up soon.
Fortune De Vigny


Where other knights were pushing themselves in training or perform some other important (or sometimes unimportant) duties, Sir De Vigny had retreated into a relatively dark and quiet room that he had claimed for his own in order to lay down for a restless nap. Some might have judged him poorly for doing so but if the last few months of nightly assaults had taught him anything, it was the value of rest. Where other knights and lords only had to worry about the physical strain of battle, Fortune's additional duties and oaths as a healer and a doctor meant that he to wage a different breed of war long after the abominations in the dark had been pushed back for another day.

He had learned the hard way long ago that if you pushed yourself for to long without rest, all that he would end up doing was be a risk to those in need of medical care; In his darker moments he couldn't help but ponder how many lives had been lost needlessly because he had made the wrong call when it came to treatments, mistook a patient who was treatable to be too far gone to be worth spending their increasingly limited supplies on to try and save a dead man. Such self judgements often made his rest... uncomfortable, but required all the same. Besides, he could trust the injured to the care of Lady Briar for an hour or so.

As it increasingly became clear that he wouldn't be getting much more in the way of rest at this time, Fortune sighed as he forced himself to get back on his sore, aching feet and get dressed. Favoring the cloth of a doctor rather then the plate of a knight, he still ensured that his sword was sheathed at his side as he walked down towards the training grounds to see what kind of injuries had been sustained so far and to try and set some steps in motion to get some of his nightmares under control.

Blinking and shielding his eyes with his hand as he stepped out into sunlight, he waited for a moment for his vision to adjust before he paid attention to the... situation that was developing between some knights that he hadn't seen before and the red wearing trouble maker that he had been forced to treat the sparing partner of on more then one occasion. As Gideon stepped in to stop the challenge before it had began properly, Fortune nervously rubbed the ring on his right hand with his thumb in order to steel himself for what he was going to do next.

At Gideon's statement to 'go and do something', Fortune seized his chance to step forward and loudly call out in order to get the attention of those gathered "If anyone needs something to do, I've got a task that needs to be done. We're running low on healing herbs, medical regents and even basic linens and cloths for bandages and we need to resupply. Since I know that most of you couldn't tell nightshade from an apple tree, I want to get two parties organized; One being lead by myself and a few others who can recognize what items we need to seeking out herbs and regents while a second group goes out to salvage cloth and linen from abandoned holdings and houses."

Taking a deep breath, Fortune knew in his heart that he was going to have to sell the latter group a bit. "Before you argue, I know. I am aware that going through abandoned homes and holdings for cloth and linen is not a task filled with glory or honor but it needs to be done. If the owners have fled for their lives and safety then when this war is over and peace restored to these lands I know for a fact that many of you will help them resettle however you can. If the owners are dead... then they no longer need such mortal items and they can be used to help keep the living from joining them without guilt."



So we're up to the Special Knights?
@Zahrale

Oh I know. I'm just thinking of making a minion mission and roping some other knights to help with that.
...Out of curiosity, can Knights create missions/quests of their own? Not of a mythical nature of anything, just a goal that needs to be done.
So... as far as the post order is concerned, I'll have to wait till we get to the knights/nobles before I can get a post in?
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