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    1. Tai Falkenburg 10 yrs ago

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Ack, sorry for not being here sooner :(

So many projects I got caught up in that I didn't have time to post.
Sorry for not responding sooner, but RL business had to be attended to.

I think we had a good run with this campaign. Maybe it's time to give a proper conclusion, though not a finale. I'd like to think that the story doesn't quite end yet, but this episode has.

Oh, if anyone wants to use my characters for Roleplaying NPC's or minor characters in fanfics, go right ahead. Even in settings outside of Equestria Divided, I think one could find a use for them.
@Tai Falkenburg

*Cuddles* Welcome back.


Thanks. :) Alas, my Internet went down again, and still a bit unstable.

Though the good news is I can post the newest entry.
The soothing words coming from Torrential was like being in a warm bath for the pegasus. It was good to hear that at least one of Sweeper's kin speak well of her. Indeed, the alicorn seemed to be 100% accurate in his comments. A part of Dancer was worried that the other Alicorns would consider Sweeper to be an annoyance, an unnecessary load to their missions. But to hear some praise show that at least Torrential didn't have that view.

The change in topic caused Dancer to think, long and hard, at the question posed about Celestia's rule.

"You know, I never gave much thought about it. Back when I was a student at the University, before the Disappearance, I don't think many of us cared about social-political matters. Sure, we knew all the different theories and systems of government, but Civics was just one of those classes one took to get their undergrad studies done.

Dancer frowned a bit. "We were happy, or for the most part, well satisfied then. I never heard from anypony that they hated their lot in life - no Earth Pony farmer grumbled at their job, just from the problems that they had with rabbits raiding their fields. A pegasus might complain how the clouds were not of the right water content than they should be, but never that their job was terrible. A unicorn, well, I've actually heard how some nobles bemoan the problems of their position, namely they didn't get enough Bree with their wine." She smiled at the half-joke.

"But it wasn't like it was slavery or anything - any pony could go into a different career they wanted. Scroll, for instance, managed to get into a field predominately filled with unicorns. And I've meet a number of non-pegasi who were interested in weather - if not able to control it, then do reports from the ground or analyze the wind and atmospheric content.

But then she shook her head. "But that was then. Now after so many years of tyrants and barbarism, it gives a fresh look on Celestia's rule. It was stable… but only by a keystone of the Princess. We relied so much on her… and without a keystone, the arch falls apart. We became so engrained and focused on our roles, without Celestia we began to use that to justify our biases."

She awaited Torrential's reply.
Yay, my Internet is working again :)
Internet had been acting up, so it's going to be difficult to login for some time. Hopefully I can get my next entry up soon.
Dancer's heart was pounding hearing the irritation coming from the Alicorn. Unconsciously, she wanted to recoil and grovel, to avoid the a watery wrath. She still remembered the ruined Earborn pegasus. But wisdom overcame fear. Torrential wouldn't hurt you, not after all that he's done. He loves you, as much as you love him.

She felt Torrential sit on the ground. I wonder what Sweeper would make of this? Her brother in the mud - would she clean him, or join him? The Chamermaid's ideas of Cleanliness seemed to depend on the context of the situation as well as her attitude. Dancer recalled Sweeper's first meeting with a Diamond Dog. Despite the strong smell, the Lady only cleaned his vest and gem-encrusted collar. "It's natural for them," was her explanation.

Soon, Dancer's fear subsided once Torrential began to explain himself. She listened and pondered his words. "I'll admit, when I first meet your sister, all the ponies of our shantytown were looking to her as a new ruler," she answered. "After all these decades of barbarism, to see a glowing alicorn was more than enough to have us bowing. We were afraid before, and now we had some hope."

Dancer sighed. "But after a few days, most of the town was left bewildered by Sweeper's eccentricity - her preference towards baldness, her obsessive-compulsiveness, her random chats and ramblings… The more we got to know her, the more she seemed less like a divine alicorn and more of a unusual loon."

The pegasus facer began to flush. "I'm sorry, I should not have said that about your kin. It's just… well she's just like family to me, as well as an alicorn. I tend to sometimes forget who Sweeper really is - a divine being and not a older sister.

"Well, back to my story. Ivory Shores was willing to put up with Sweeper's oddities. After all, she was repairing the town. But in the first week or so, the majority of us wondered when she was going to leave, if at all. Taller and powerful she may be, Sweeper was just too weird for most.

"But soon Sweeper's works became to borne fruit - for Ivory Shores became an actual town, no longer just a ruin with squatters. Her ramblings may have gone off in strange tangents, but it put ponies at ease, even making them laugh a bit. And despite her compulsion, she had time to tend to our wants and needs - we only had to ask. Well, that and get her attention, which tended to be either offering tea or waving our hooves in her face.

"Sweeper earned our respect. We honor the Lady because of her nature certainly. But the Lady would have not gotten our fealty without those positive virtues."

Soon, soon...

Yay! :D
Woot, I finally got my entry in :)
Dunno how much I'll be able to post until two weeks from now, got a three (ones almost finished) essays to write and a presentation to prepare for, I'll see if I can work around it, mostly because writing essays can get boring.
Well, always best to keep focusing on education. We'll still be here when you get done. Good luck.
Sliver Sweeper watched the match between the mortal and her sister. It was, after all, neat to see Armiferia work her martial skills. For her, it was like an artist painting a landscape. Sweeper herself often tried to imitate the combat abilities of her kin. Alas, the Chambermaid lacked technique, and her battles were more rough brawls than the skillful dance of combat. There was also another interest in the fight: Winterjet. I want to see how good Scroll's girlfriend is at combat thought Sweeper. I know Thea would always find skillful followers, but it doesn't hurt if they know how to crack a few heads if things get out of hoof. Despite the mess that was being made, Sweeper didn't move. Her full attention was on the contest. Once it was over, Sweeper trotted up to the blood-spattered grass and cleaned it up with her magic. Once that was done she headed towards the combatants. "That was really good Winterjet! Usually any pony that dares to best Ami wouldn't last as long as you did." Her horn glowed to clean Armiferia's armor, slightly smudged in battle. "And rather impressive, as always Sis. Wish I could do half the things you do, would certainly make Scroll feel safe." Once she was satisfied with the job, she looked over at Winterjet. "Well… would you mind if I give you a touch up? You're quite messily from the battle." Sliver smiled. "After all, you want to look nice." ---- "Well, this is a problem," muttered Gildenshake, as she was outside of the Ugly Duckling, not knowing what was going on. All she knew was that there were some bodies laying about and Glory seemed to be looking for somepony. What that had to do with Glory or why Lore was not with her, the Scholar could not say. In any case, it took Gildenshake time and money just to track the whereabouts of the pegasus. She hoped both were alright - in the time she was sent to observe them she thought they were rather nice foreigners. A blind beggar came by and began to nudge the pegasus, and Gildenshake tosses a few coins in the street. The beggar went to chase the sound of the coins. Gildenshake moved around to another shadowy corner, the blue grey of her cloak blending in with the undercity. She continued her vigil. ---- After Southwatcher had finished resting, she and Lens removed the barricade and slowly opened the cellar door. The sun was peaking from the horizon, the sky violet and red. Carefully, the duo trotted up to the ruined house, and looked around. There seemed to be no pony in the area. Perhaps my worries that we were being followed was unfounded Lens thought to herself. Never the less, we must make it to Golden Pines without delay. "What's the plan?" asked Southwatcher in a low voice. "We cover the entrance with some debris to hide the appearance of the cellar. In the future, it could be put to good use, as long as no other ponies find it," Lens responded. "Then we continue towards the safehouse." "You sure you don't want to rest up a bit more?" Lens smiled. "Considering the state you were in, I should be asking you that question." Southwatcher shook her head. "I'm fine, but you shouldn't overexert yourself. I know Lightwing was your friend and…" Lens said nothing for a bit, a shadow came over her face. Lightwing… I didn't even get a chance to say goodbye. All those times we spent, and you snarking about our job. I liked that about you, your sarcasm seemed to help lighten the darkest of times. We would debate, would ponder theology and psychology, comment on the byzantine intrigue of Whitegold.... and now.... I'm sorry dear friend, but until we're safe I can't mourn. "That can wait… but right now we need to make progress. Much has to be done, and we can't do anything in the irons of Twilight's Inquisition. " Lens said.
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