Shanashie

It was a sound strategy. The beast’s weakness was becoming all too clear as the three heads wrestled to find a suitable target without being encircled itself. Whilst the loud crash of cane on metal kept pulling the attention of the left wolf, the central head tried to keep up with the moving monkeys. All the while rocks and debris bounced from its impenetrable hide, prompting the beast to turn to each of its attackers as the projectiles struck home and adding to its confusion. This was most perplexing to the wolf; food was not supposed to fight back. Most critters foolish enough to enter its territory would be fleeing by this point in terror, indeed it could smell the reek of fear on their very breath. Yet these beings were standing their ground and harassing it as though they had a chance against the apex predator. And then the stalemate was unexpectedly broken. A shriek of pain echoed across the circle of survivors, one now clutching at its smoking hand as the red-hot metal dropped from its grasp. Ears pinned, its nose flaring at the smell of burning flesh and stretch of fear, the beast barrelled through the circle of humans, snarling like a bottled hurricane. Knocking one unlucky survivor into the air, its powerful hind legs braced against bare rock and propelled the beast across the open ground in the blink of an eye. @agent505 For Myra, the world was suddenly full of fur and fang. Violently tossed by the impact, she skidded into the fresh wreckage, the air driven from her lungs as a colossal paw swatted down upon her frail form. Pinned beneath the beast, three sets of yellow teeth greeted Myra as the world swam back into focus. The central head drew back, opening its colossal maw and--- @Skyfire Blinking, Morgan finds that the world has finally stopped spinning, though he is now upside down.... and in a tree by the feel of things. Pine needles were biting into his back and his shoulders were resting on two convenient but uncomfortable branches. The daemon hound had rushed clean into him, brushing the slight youngster into the air like it was making a graceful field goal. All considered it was a miracle he was still breathing. However, it looked as though the same could not be said for his comrades of misfortune . From his vantage he can still see the scene taking place below (errm, above), perfectly placed to look upon the beast as its maw opened and bit down into its prey. @All ‘Amarok’ Near silent, yet heard by all, the voice seemed to resonate in the very bones of those that bore witness to its majesty. The haze swirled with its power, drawn into thin lines along with the thick smoke and thrown into the sky. Far above the speckles of colour retreated as the storm was brushed aside by an ever expanding ring of open sky. At the commanding word, the beast had halted with its dagger like teeth mere inches from Myra’s face, giving the woman an unpleasant view of its chasmous throat. Exposed beneath breathtaking sunlight, the scene of the accident revealed itself. Flight 201 had clearly been split mid-air, its passenger section and wings falling into a dense forest before rolling to a stop in the bare rock clearing. A path of destruction had been cut into the landscape leading up to the bulk of the cabin, the tail segment resting a hundred yards further up the slope. But it was what lay some way further up the rocky clearing that drew the awe of onlookers. Carved into the side of a rising cliff of quartz speckled granite was a door, ten stories high and made of onyx so dark that it seemed to suck light from its surroundings. Across its surface intricate patterns of serpentine creatures weave in and among one another, each making up the form of another larger serpent. At the heart of this colossal structure was a magnificent raven perched upon a shield like seal.. Or at least there would be, if there hadn't been a gaping hole right across the seal, exposing the rock face beneath and showing the door to be no more than a façade. At the foot of the great doors, crumpled across the onyx steps lay the wreckage of Flight 201’s cockpit. Just in front of this twisted wreckage was a tiny figure, stood stock still and staring at the scene of destruction that lay before them. It was slim, barely visible at this distance. ’Heel.’ Once more the voice rattled the teeth of those watching the diminutive figure. Hearing its master’s voice, the daemon wolf pulled swiftly away from its catch and slunk towards the middle of the clearing. A hand, barely more than sinew and bone, lifted to stoke the wolf beneath its chin, the child like spectre having suddenly appeared at its side. A few felt a sickening recognition come to them. Face torn yet clean of blood, one arm shredded to the bone and eyes reflecting the monster’s own, the child stood cradling ‘Amarok’ lead head like a long lost friend. Unlike the other survivors her skin was clean of soot and other than her obvious horrific injuries from which no blood seeped, she showed little sign of trauma. Still clutching the remnants of her stuffed doll, Tiffany surveyed the slowly gathering humans, burning yellow eyes watching with a strange cross between curiosity... and unconditional love. “Guardians.” her disembodied voice spoke, now ever more familiar to those who remembered her in life “Rejoice. You are Chosen.”

Pinky has been super buissy as of late and hasn't had the chance to post. However, we might need to move on shortly anyway. I'll start work on the next event post as soon as I get back from work tonight, around 3 ish. Hopefuly I'll have finished it by this evening, and fingers crossed Pinky will have posted by then As the witching hour approaches, I've come to realise several things. One; OOC just hit a hundred posts! And Two; I think my brain shorted out. Anyone know if consent dizziness is a thing with insomnia? Can't seem to shake it :S

Okie-dokie-lokie! No worries scout, have a nice trip and we'll see you when you get back Next action I'll have Cerb temporally remove Morgan so he's safe for the week.

------- We seem to have stalled a little. Still waiting for responses from Scout and Pinky, I'm starting to get a little worried Then again, we did set off at a furious pace, perhaps it's best that things settle down a little. Gives me time to trawl my thesaurus for eye-watering too.

I learned something yesterday, 'Insomnia eventually cashes its checks'. Took a nap at six ish, woke at two in the morning, hence no post last night >.> Starting on my reply now Posted at last. Sorry for such a long delay and for the crapy-ness of content, I'm feeling kind of weird today for some reason. Maybe sleep isn't as good for you as I thought As per usual, just yell if I got something wrong or something looks iffy. On the bright side, got my laptop back from repair today, so posts on the go are ho

@@Agent505, @@Starshine, Despite their enthusiastic waving and calls towards possible rescue, the flashes of colour within the clouds remained mostly oblivious to the excitement below. Across the crash site their voices rang, drawing the heads of the few survivors on the ground and that of a small smudge of colour within the gathered thunderheads. For the blink of an eye, there was what could have been a tiny face looking down through the storm. @,@, At the excited yells from the wreckage, the beast tuned its rightmost head towards the commotion, dropping a chunk of cabin from its jaws and twisting its long tufted ears to pinpoint the source. Suddenly it growled up at its central brother. Pupils like the black gates of hell focused as the the pack-leader snapped around, setting its sights on the new prey now visible through the waning smoke. Snarling the beast twisted its whole body around with unnatural agility and charged... It is worth mentioning that a three headed wolf, terrifying as it may be, is not a democracy. @, @, From inside the tube like tale section, the snarl was more 'felt' then heard, like standing too close to a base speaker at a night club. A half second of anger flickered across the canine features as the smell of burning fabric met the wolf’s sensitive nostrils, then another of confusion as the head was forcibly pulled backwards. Too deep within the twisted framework, the anchored seats latched onto the wolf’s coarse fur and were pulled along with the creature, the entire superstructure lifting several feet off the ground before what had once been the floor finally gave under such punishment. Debris of all kinds was flung across the crash site, not to mention no small amount of luggage. But one other thing had also happened in the brief chaos; In its panic, the left head had inhaled. @All As the gargantuan beast bore down on the scrawny monkey things, the lead head received a rather important message; its nasally gifted brother was on fire. Twenty yards from its prey, the other two heads joined their ablaze sibling’s yowl of pain. Dust choked the air as the huge beast flailed, violently clawing at its own face in an effort to dislodge the burning cussion. Finally the offending upholstery was launched into the air by a violent sneeze, landing barely a foot from a survivor*. With a guttural growl of frustration, the beast rolled back onto its paws and briefly nursed its wounded head, trying to blow the remaining ash from its nostrils. The central head looked up again towards the survivors as the beast limped a wide arc around them, waiting for the ample moment to charge the herd of strange animals. *(That was lucky, wasn’t it?).

If there was a way around the character limit, it would have been nice to start this game in the advanced section simply to keep it separate. But whist we do have a brilliant group here, I can sense 800 may be pushing it for instances where shorter responses are called for. As for the post thing, we're probably best playing it by ear for the time being. Essentially it's just a case of making sure we give everyone time to react to events and respond to other players. Now that everyone has responded at least once, I should be posting up shortly. The Great yorkshire show took a lot out of me though, it was 31 degrees in the sun x_x loads of fun but way too hot. As soon as this headache dies down I'll get to the beast's next movements

No worries agent, we ain't going anywhere Well that's sertainly sonething we could try firesky. What if we trial the initial premis and add this 'one day' rule in if things start to stall?

I'm not all that sure actually. Given that up till now he has been fairly prompt with responses to the OOC, it seems odd that he hasn't at the very least posted up or responded to my PM yesterday morning. However, his profile says he hasn't been online since I asked him to remove the post (4am yesterday), so it could be either-or. BTW! I will be at the Yorkshire show today, so you shall have to wait for this evening for Cerberus to nom you face

I have to agree with that sentiment everyone. Given the amazing quality of work people are producing I don't really want to discourage anyone. However; I also work some very strange shifts and am quite picky when it comes to writing, making the time I have pretty limited. Perhaps it's best to curve things a little? What about a max of two posts per cycle, a cycle being complete once all players have posted at least one reaction to an event post. Things need not be so strict for conversational interaction of course, but actual actions wise it leaves room for a 'main action' and a 'reaction' to others, whilst keeping the post spots open for other players (and slow typing gm) to keep pace. What'cha think?

@, The beast's stare seems to penetrate everything in the tiny cabin, boring through the brave woman and out into the nothingness beyond. The great nose twitches with a mighty breath that ruffles fallen oxygen masks and whips at the women's hair. Straining against the crossed purposes of its vitally attached siblings, the giant head slowly moves deeper into the cavern it has found, drawing in the scent of fresh breathing prey. At last reaching the first row of chairs to have survived the impact it begins to nuzzle around the edge of them, as though searching for a large enough gap to precede, its flaring pupil-less eyes still staring unblinkingly into the darkness.

Just those under the heading are being directly affected by events. Whilst others may experience the same by proxy, they are not actually in 'the line of fire' so to speak. Slight edit has taken place too, opening the opportunity for hiding or escape. The beast has not yet sighted you, but it is suspicious.

"Okay, that's right... a little more to the left... perfect! Stay right where you are." Plot stick incoming; please stand by. edit! Plot hammer delivered. If I got anyone's positions wrong or if there's anything that needs changing just yell. Untill then..... Enjoy

@@Agent505, @@Starshine, Though the thick smoke still obscures much of the crash site, small patches of sunlight are starting to appear amid the open ground. What had started as a regular storm is now behaving rather oddly, seeming to focus its deluge on the burning fuselage and anywhere the smoke is still at its most dense. Emerging from the wrecked passenger cabin, the intense rain briefly drives the smoke back, revealing a patchwork sky above. For a moment, there is a flash of colour, almost like a large bird flittering around the edge of the cloud line before the rapidly billowing smoke once again obscures the view. @,@, With a screech of tortured metal, one of the many far flung pieces of fuselage disappears over an unseen precipice. As the air begins to lighten, the outline of the wreckage becomes easily discern. From the look of things, Flight 201 split almost in two, the majority of the forward bulkhead left a little ways down the hill and the tail section laying upside down to the north, its engine shadow rising like some hunched whale in the fog... The engine moves. At first, with so little detail to hand, it looks as though the whole cylindrical formation is beginning to roll. Yet there is no sound, just a shadow against a deeper shadow, now gradually slinking its way along the rain soaked wreckage. It quickly becomes obvious that this was not part of the plane. In fact, with the way it seems to slide around strewn wreckage and sniff at windows, one could be forgiven for thinking the enormous shape was somehow alive. @, @, … It starts as a muffled grunt as a slight shudder passes through this section of the plane. So close to the metalic gash that would spell freedom from such an abhorrent place, yet a flicker of movement briefly draws away thoughts of escape. Another survivor! No.. wait. There it is again, a shadow passing briefly in front of the windows, far down the other end of the aisle. Above the thunder of rain and cracking of dying flames, there is another, more organic sound. Breathing... Deep, almost cavernous breathing. There’s something out there. Freeze! The shadow passes by swiftly, a jagged outline of fur visible through the nearest window as it closes on the only way out. There, it pauses, sniffing, tasting the air. A body laying half out of the fissure twitches suddenly, the shadow looming close to examine the strange find. First to appear is the nose, sleek, glistening and above all, huge. Then a muzzle; stretched and wolf like, as wide as the corpse's torso. Jaws snap quickly in consideration displaying canines like carving knives. Not a breath, not a sound. Frozen in horror at this gargantuan monster that now seems to be tasting the body before you with a long blood red tongue. Suddenly! A rumbling growl resonates through the metal tube, the whole tail section of the plane lurching with the as a second wolf-like head shoves under the first and bites down on the corpse, lifting it away as though it weighed nothing at all. Tantalised by the sound of tortured metal, a third canine head appears and latches on to the breached wall of the aircraft, tugging at the thin surface before receding to spit out the unsavoury fibreglass. Dismayed at its brother’s impatience, the first swivels quickly to bite back, only to freeze mid lunge. Eyes aglow with unearthly orange light focus on the darkened aisle. A snarl curls onto its black lips. It can smell something else here.

Thank you for your prompt response, Ice Storm. I only wish it had not come to that On a brighter note, I will be typing up a event post shortly along with some PM info. Expect things to... escalate

It looks as though that might be well be the case Star Ocean has been online this morning and has neither removed the post or responded to the OOC. Could all player's please continue as though Ocean's last post dose not exist. Thankyou. As for items (given that this is a magical world where the word paranoia was accidental removed from the GM's brain and young girls are allowed within ten feet of the cockpit) I can't see a problem with either of those. Good intro btw! -Edit- IceStorm informed as of 7.00 gmt

I'm sorry Ocean, but rule two clearly states no god-modding; the control of another player's character without their express permission. Doubly so due to the free roaming nature of the game. From the look of things you're fairly new to RP. It might be worth expanding your skills and polishing your character interaction in less a serious game first before joining one as indepth as this. For now though, I’m going to have to ask you to remove your last post. I’m sorry, but as GM if I don’t enforce this things will only be worse later on.

Oh my gosh all that flavour and attention to detail, truly we have an awesome group of authors here! It looks as though we only have Starshine still to post, though Ocean's character hasn't woken up yet either. For the time being I'm going to hang back while people run their introductions and deal with the immediate. First batch of PM's will be headed out soon though (squeee ) Ocean, is there something wrong? Both your responces in the RP so far have seemed almost evasive, deliberately avoid engagement where ever posible and even going as far as to knock out your character twice. Interaction is a key part of any RP, even if you want to be found 'uncounsious' you haven't provided much for the other players to work with and seem to be skipping ahead in the time line. If there is a specific problem, Please tell me if there's anything I can do to help.

"Every day I sit around and wait for something anything to happen. But all I ever do is wait wait wait. I must have to venture somewhere anywhere to find what I am destined to be. But I am content with my waiting. I am in no hurry for greatness. When it comes to me someday anyday I might no will be ready. I'll have to be." Let it begin.

Unlikely Guardians It's a beautiful evening across the coast of Florida. Gentle surf caresses the shoreline, twinkling like a diamond necklace encircling the sunshine state. Out across the perfectly flat countryside a small twisting storm lazily showers empty fields, the dancing droplets casting a waterfall of rainbows from its tall flanks. Twenty minutes out of Miami, a young girl gazes through a window in awe at the wondrous landscape laid bare before her. Tiffany Shears had never been flying before and had been unbelievably reluctant to even step on-board flight 201 to Miami. Any normal five year old can be quite the handful at the best of times, but this goes doubly for young girls with a higher than average IQ. Where other children her age were scared of fictional monsters that lurked in dark closets and under their beds, Tiffany’s fears were rational, if a little dramatic. She had spent the last three days watching YouTube video’s about aviation disasters and had come to the conclusion that ‘flying’ was something worth being scared about. Sweet distractions had kept her from making a scene in the departure lounge. Yet, to her mother’s eternal surprise, the moment the aircraft left the ground Tiffany had grown silent, grinning madly at the sudden rush of acceleration. As soon as the seatbelt light went off, the curious girl had struggled out of her seat and pressed her nose to the window. These few hours had the been the best of her short life. Even when the plane began to get bumpy and she had to sit down again, she had revelled in the strange sense of vertigo that rolled around in her tummy. The world was so pretty from up here. Some children never know what they want from life. But right then, Tiffany knew. Hugging her stuffed horse to her chest, Tiffany turned to her Mother and said “Momma. When I grow up, I wana fly an air-plane!” “That’s wonderful sweetie.” Expressed her mother with a waxing smile, relief washing away her own anxieties over air travel. In the aisle between seats, a flight attendant pushing a trolley of empty plates grinned down at the little aviator’s enthusiasm. “Ain’t that just precious?” She said, leaning over the pair with a conspiratorial look in her eye, “Ya’ know, if you ask the captain real nicely, I’d bet he’d let you look around the cabin if ya’ like?” "Really!” Tiffany’s eyes sparkled at the prospect as her mother lifted her over to the aisle and began to follow the stewardess towards the awaiting cockpit. Briefly they stopped at a large reinforced door and Tiffany was lifted up by her mother so that she could speak to the pilot through a small wall terminal. The newly discovered aeronautical enthusiast took her first steps to the amazing and complicated world of flight, even if it was from the vantage of her mother's arms. There were so many dials and buttons, screens and indicators, the purposes of which eluded her even after the pilot explained their function. "And this, is the Altimeter." The captain continued from the comfort of his chair of command, happy to have an audience that reminded him so much of his own family back home. "It tells us how high the plane is. Then over here we have are Navigator, Mr Victor." Tiffany glanced at the the third man in the room, receiving a strained smile and a wave before he turned back to his own complicated set of instruments. His brow creased in confusion as he called the co-pilot over for a talk. Mother and the Captain started talking to one another, so Tiffany tuned them out to stare instead at the boundless sky beyond the thin cockpit windows. It was almost completely clear out there save for a few cumilous... and. . . "What's that, Mr?" asked the girl, pointing at a ghostly light that had appeared some way in front of the plane. Expecting to see some passing bird or particularly strange cloud, the captain's mirth fell short at the sight of the shimmering incandescence. It was as though a soap bubble the size of a sports hall was expanding mid air about a kilometre ahead. "I'm not entirely sure actually. Perhaps a weather balloon catching the sunlight-" "John!" his co pilot cut in "We're getting some really weird pressure readings. I think we’re headed for turbulence." "Looks like we'll have to cut the tour short, I'm afraid. Julia, can you take Mrs-" And then, the world exploded. Brilliant light flooded the cabin as the entire plane lurched sideways. There was the brief sensation of weightlessness for Tiffany as her mother's feet left the floor and was slammed into the cockpit wall. All at once the light and thunder vanished, the following moment of darkness shattered by the shouts of the cabin crew and the screaming alarms. Too stunned to even cry out, the confused child blinked the stars from her eyes, one hand across her ears whilst the other clung desperately to her stuffed animal. Through the now darkened window, a layer of thunder raught clouds parted before the plummeting aircraft's nose, revealing the arid mountains rushing up to greet them. There was no time to panic. There was only fire. And then... nothing. ------------ The acrid scent of burning plastic assails your nostrils, ripping you from unconsciousness with a fit of hacking coughs. All around you are the remains of flight 201, its metal frame ablaze with spilt fuel and hissing as the first spatters of rain begin to fall upon the disaster. Thick smoke rises from the wreckage, forming a tumultuous cloud pitted with rolling embers that blocks what little sunlight might have escaped the thunder-heads above. Good thing too, the lack of light prevents you from making out too many abhorrent details of the other objects scattered across your field of view. Many look as though they were once human. Somehow, despite the carnage, you are alive. Then, in the distance... was that movement? Another survivor, perhaps?

That'd be absolutely fine Agent, to be honest I think I worded that post wrong. I'm not going to force a transformation on anyone who had plans already in mind, just offering an alternative if anyone would prefer a surprise. Give me a yell via pm if you already had your heart set on something else Don't worry about getting left behind Fire. Like I said before, should be taking their time with posts, there's no race to be first. (ps. sorry first post is taking so long. I'm a little bit of a wood carver when it comes to posts, everything has to be just right.)

Well the intro is almost ready to go, hopefully I'll have it up after I get home from work. As you may have guessed I too am over the pond in good old blighty, so my post times are a little skued. Ocean, did you have a think about profile or a more fitting power? Also firesky and myself were discussing a possible new pony breed for the players transformation. How would everyone feel about an unpredictable species change? If people want I can reveal it to them via pm, or if you'd rather have a surprise we could just roll with it?

Starshine is correct! Presently I'm trying to get the initial post finished and up before midday, though this may be a struggle. Unfortunately the time I have to work with has been drastically reduced due to a last minute let down for one of my friends. She's supposed to be moving to Preston today, which is a good two hours away. Unfortunately the chap who promised to take her has given back-word at the last possible hour and I'm the only one available last minuet with a car >.>

Indeed Agent. The base concept is a staple of tabletop rps too, though with some minor alterations; Moving right along; I actualy think this sounds like a good foundation to work from. Anyone who's played WOW can get an idea of what inspiration music can do, play the right notes and you can inspire an army. We make have to tweak it a little as the power evolves, but I like it Oooo, what about a young card conjurer? Has a mundane job obviously, but has ambitions for the shining stage. To be thrown into a world where magic genuinely exists? MindBLOWN!

That is... a lot of replies. I actually thought I was following this topic, but clearly not :S Thanks Agent for pointing that out. Sorry for letting this lag a bit, wasn't feeling great yesterday so just focused on writing an intro post. Welp, let’s start combing through these Firstly, welcome to our new players; Suigintou, Ocean Flare, Fire Sky and Star Shine! I think we probably have more then enough characters to be going on with, so I’ll be closing up application slots and starting up the RP relatively soon. Everyone’s additions to the character roster are now looking pretty good, though there seems to be a debate on a few things. So let’s go character by character. So far we have; Morgan Card, an atypically happy teen, whom both luck and fate seem to have taken a shine too. (BTW Scout, did you make a profile like you suggested? I’d be interested to hear more about him, whether luck has always been on Morgan’s side and if the last name Card is an actual sirname a stagename of some kind.) Emily Winters, a shy but talented violinist and bookstore worker. (Had Ocean not beaten me to the punch, I would have suggested something like world manipulation through music. What we need to ask now is what else we could derive from the magic of music...) Silas, a jaded man approaching middle age from the wrong side of bed. (I’m a little torn on this character. We need the inter party conflict really, but without seeing a more in depth background, I find myself wondering why he is so jaded? No one is just plain ‘bad’, unless they suffer from a psychosis it is the forces of the social world around us which shape our personality. What I can see working is the combination of personality and power, with a minor adjustment. Like Uni suggested, we need to add a twist in here somewhere to even out the ability and remove some of its blatent volitity. So how does this sound; make it a morally sound ability. A healing power that should be aimed mostly at aiding others, but twisted to violent means by the character who wields it. What do you think?) Christopher Biddle... who is a water bending pony? (Not sure if you linked the right profile there Ocean. I love, love, LOVE that ability concept though. It can start off so simply and almost mundane, yet grow into something with incredible scope. Keep in mind though that your characters have no idea they even possess these abilities. You will have to carefully consider how your character discovers this power. I just wish I had the profile that fit it personality wise XD. To be honest this is the kind of thing I’d associate with Emily. Hmm.. if you were going for a twist on your linked profile, what about Aqueous affinity? The ability to transform into water and heal one’s wounds through contact with natural bodies of water. Just an idea though, let me know what you think) Katarzhyna, a successful Russian pilot with her eyes and heart set on the stars. (Honestly can’t see any problem with Kat, I’m going to be very interested to see how you play her abilities. As I mentioned to Ocean, your character’s are unaware of their deeply buried magic, coming from a world where such things are an impossibility. Discovery of these will take time and no amount of luck. In Kat’s case I can see her waking up to a bedroom where the direction of ‘up’ is currently in debate ) Lastly, we have our little Chandra, the girl who is ever ‘going with the flow’ whose curiosity will no doubt be the end of us all. (Starshine’s going for a more classic ability, that would effectively equate to super-speed. My temptation when approaching such powers is to suggest a twist of some sort. She’s physically week, yes? So what if, rather than just being ‘fast’, she’s actually fooling around with air resistance in some respect, effectively slipstreaming through the world. Remember this will only gradually become as powerful as you have described, but an easy way to start would be the apparent dodging of an aggressive attack where her personal slipstream actually directed the blow around her. Sound good?) I can sympathise with your struggle Agent and understand why powers are causing such issues for everyone; it’s tricky to say the least. Heck the last time I had to come up with a relatively original superpower, I ended up with Glutomancy, the power to levitate biscuits. I suppose the easiest way to approach the idea is to see the character’s powers as their own unique magic. Just as Earth ponies have domain over their name sake and pegasi can physically manipulate moisture, each character is effectively a new species in their own right. Classic super powers can mostly be tweaked to fit, but the easiest thing to do is to post up your character profile here, chuck powers at it and see what sticks to their personality. Don’t dwell on ‘should they have this power’, look at ‘how are they going to react to and use this power once they have it’. Oh, also your transformations are not limited to ponies and I’d welcome any ‘out-there’ ideas for species. They will look different to the other breeds of Equine even if they do become their analogue, so keep some ideas for additional character flair in mind. As for the nature of the guardians and their opposition... well, you’ll just have to play and find out, won’t you? Muahahaaaa! I’ll tell you now though, the title is not morally aligned despite its connotations. If Harmony is the Shield, the Guardian’s would be the sword. Hope that cover's everything! I'll see to the edit of the main post soon. Give us a yell if I'm missing something or if you have any additional questions!