Nomadic

@@@ "Be careful with her, she's one of a kind", Denarius told the one, he believed was called Tactic. Coming closer to the fire, he draped his cloak over a segment of the stone floor, and soon dropped a small pouch which rattled as it hit the floor. Denarius had marked his place upon the ground, and soon fell into a relaxed state. Suddenly, he swivelled his head sharply as a shrill scream came from the entrance. His body jolted upwards, the mare from earlier came back with a petrified look about her face. The scream had surprised him, yet still trying to keep a collected demeanour. Denarius looked at the mare and said, "Do you realise your friend is still out there? Even if you wished to close off the cave, you would be sentencing that individual to probable death. I would like to see him return as I still need to thank that individual for calming your brother down over there". An idea began to ruminate within his head. Denarius pointed his hoof towards Orion. "Watch your sister, somepony is going to need to stand lookout for him. I elect myself as if I get killed you won't likely mind", he claimed with a slight snarl at the end of his voice. This was a bad idea. His luck wouldn't protect himself for too long, yet the benefits on his end could be greater than the risk. He put on his cloak, and tossed his pouch towards Tactic. "Catch, and take good care of it. I'm going to need it back when I'm done", stating with a blank face. He turned around, and began his ascent towards the entrance.

@@@ Denarius listened to this new voice, and weighed his options. Neither were exactly ideal odds for him, but he knew this new pony spoke the truth. He could not simply wait until he keeled over to the blizzard's embrace. "Your right my friend, I can't simply stand out here and wait. Besides I'm sure Orion over there would make it less painful than the cold outside", Denarius stated with a slight chuckle. He emerged from the shadows of the cave's entrance. Clothed in what appeared to be once a fine crimson cloak, but was now worn down from years of use. Denarius began casually walking towards the fires calming glow, yet suddenly he stopped. He began tinkering with something underneath his cloak. It was a sheathed dagger.His magic levitated it in the air for the briefest of seconds, until it was casually tossed aside, clanging against the hard surface of the cave. "It's only for self-defence. I assure you, but if it will make your friend there more comfortable I will disarm", Denarius stated with a slight smile, hoping his gesture would win some trust amongst this odd group of travellers.

@@@ Denarius continually stared into the blackness of the cavern, suddenly a spark of light appeared in the distance revealing three shadowy figure lurking within the caves. It was at least reassuring to know that he had not misled himself whilst trailing Orion. Suddenly, a kindly, young voice piped up within the distance in response to his beckon. The voice simply welcomed him inside the cave. He recognized the voice. It was the voice of Orion's sister, yet this still did not reassure the stallion. "Well my kind mare, I would like to believe that your brother over there wouldn't harm me, yet he tried to attack me, unprovoked no less, last I time I saw him. I mean no rudeness, I assure you, yet I wish to hear his opinion on the matter".

@@@@@Midnight Scribbler@@SilverHeart Leaving the other pony behind, Denarius followed the trail of Orion. Every twist and every turn that Orion took, he observed. Orion had obviously not noticed Denarius' attempt at tailing him, clearly he was concerned with other matters. As the trail came to an abrupt halt, he glanced onwards. What stood before was a small cavern sculpted into the craggy cliff-face ahead. If he entered the cave, he could easily be trapped within. He had no desire to fight, not now. Denarius needed shelter amongst other things, before he could even consider it a possibility. He approached the cavern quietly, and glanced inwards, yet his vision could not easily see through the shadows that lay inside. Clearing this throat he shouted into to the tunnel, "Orion, are you in here. I have no quarrel with you. All I want is protection from the blizzard outside. Can I come in? You can't simply let somepony else freeze out here, would you?". He paused, and just stood at the cavern's mouth hoping for a response.

Monkshood stared at the two vials containing the plant remains. He had never incorporated them into anything before, but knowledge spread quickly around the Twilight Branch. Gaining insight into what uses and potential these two seemingly harmless ingredients could possess. It was curious really, so many worried about the danger posed by demons yet unbeknownst to so many ponies that nature could indeed be as well cruel in its actions. With a slight sigh, he pulled his mortar and pestle out of his bag. Monkshood placed the two objects down upon his desk and began his work. Filling the mortar with the contents of his saddle bag, he already began to envision the end result. Despite the constant movement of the airship, he remained calm as he tried not to lose any of his materials due to the turbulence. Smashing what few plants and fungi he had been able to gather before their mission, together into various powders and pastes. Slowly, he combined these with any of his remaining tinctures, and began to fill his multitude of vials with a variety of what was soon to be tonics and poisons. The creation of such things, gave him a vaguely euphoric feeling, relaxed him to a state of near-bliss. Despite what the Inquisitors had taught him he stilled preferred to incorporate his skills of the natural world within his brews, yet he sighed realising that such mixtures would not be truly effective against demons, no matter their strength. His work was not yet complete. He would need a few more arcane ingredients to truly make them their finest. With an exhausted look upon his face, he placed the vials carefully one by one onto the nearest rack and slid them back onto the shelf. His work would be finished soon enough, but first he needed some rest.

@@@Midnight Scribbler "I would suggest you listen to your friend there, unless you've grown accustomed to becoming an ice sculptor". Though as the words left his mouth, Orion turned shouting frantically for the younger mare, and soon left him where he stood to give chase. Denarius stared blankly at where at the ground where Orion stood for a moment, unable to fully understand what had just occurred. The wind began to pick up. The cold biting at any exposed bits of fur as it shook him out of his dazed state. Glancing back at the ground where Orion had stood Denarius realised that unless he wanted to soon become a frozen landmark, he should follow him no matter the future consequences. He broke into a trot trying to mirror the unicorn's movement, and praying that he find shelter from such harsh weather.

@@ Denarius stopped in place. His mouth curled, hoping he could calm this adamant Unicorn down. "What does it matter who I am? You already seem intent on finding any reason to strike me down", he stated plainly whilst looking straight at this angry individual. "I have really harmed you that badly? I don't even know who you are. Granted, I will extend to you some civility which you have not offered me. You may call me Denarius". He looked up at the sky wistfully for a moment pondering the second question. Watching the snow slowly spiral down, he began replaying yet again the events of the day. Thinking about how he had arrived at such odd destination. The shimmer of light, the glow of his horn then nothing, but this snow surrounding him. "I will be honest with you, I have very little knowledge of where I am or why. In fact, I could easily ask the same question of you and your companions. Why would anypony wish to wander around an area like this in such weather".

@ @ @ @@Midnight Scribbler @@SilverHeart Denarius began his advance towards the mysterious silhouettes as the snow compacted with every step of the hoof, and the hollow chill of the wind slowly cut through him. His movements were muddled from the snow, and the shift in scenery, yet he knew that he had to press slowly onwards in hope of reaching others. His mind began to slowly reel back towards the events that had led him here today. Oh, how fortune had a most bizarre way of guiding him through his life, he thought with a slight chuckle. It was inconceivable on how such an event could even transpire, yet his current situation only began to whet his interest. Denarius slowed his approach as the figures gradually shifted into his view. It appeared to be a small band of adventurers, how curious. What would any pony with a sane mind be doing out in this weather? Stepping back a few paces a thought occurred. Deciding that he should observe this group before attempting anything too rash. He had most certainly caused too much trouble from making such naive mistakes before.

Denarius hadn't been back to Canterlot for far too long, yet with the strangeness of weather as of late he had forced himself to return once again. Whilst the trip back had been primarily an excuse to once again visit his family, who were more than shocked to see their son arrive at such an odd time, yet he had also grown disinterested in the lights and glamour of his adored home of Las Pegasus as of late. This trip had all been for naught though. His parents had been fine, and he had long since grown tired of the familiar pace of Canterlot before even arriving. "I don't even know why I ever bother returning to this blasted city. It's always the same reaction, and feeling of regret every time I come back", he sighed, slightly frustrated with his short-sightedness of the situation. Putting on his cloak and grabbing what little travel supplies he had brought with him, Denarius left his parents place determined to leave this city behind, for what we had hoped was longer this time. Quickly reaching the streets below, he began to weave through the crowds of ponies trotting through the familiar cobblestone pathways of his childhood. He had wasted too much of the day already, and he had to reach the city limits soon. If he was not able to, any hope of him travelling with one of the few remaining caravans mad enough to run during this time would be gone, and it would be one long lonely trip back. Suddenly, a crackling noise ripped through the sky, and a ripple of light soon followed. Almost instinctively, his horn began to glow a pale white, yet it was of no use. The light quickly encompassed him, and the surrounding area. Within the blink of an eye, the surroundings of the familiar city of Canterlot had disappeared, only to be replaced by the unfamiliar landscape of some ancient snow-covered valley. Woozy from the sudden shift of surroundings, Denarius scanned the valley trying to get a sense of bearing. He hoped his cloak would protect him for now, but if he did not find any kind of shelter he would soon freeze regardless. Unfortunately, from his view this valley appeared almost untouched by the hooves of pony-kind, yet off in the distance he saw spotted a group of distinctly equine-shaped silhouettes. Cautiously, he began to make his approach towards the group which lay ahead.

The only thing I would like consoles to do is to try and differentiate themselves from one another. Obviously, I'm not talking about the WiiU, but the 360 and the PS3 have a kind of same-ish vibe to them, haven't played XBONE or PS4 so I can't judge them. Now if we were to look back to even the generation prior to the 360, Wii, PS3 we notice that all 3 major consoles despite sharing some games had a radically different variety of games on them, which gave them each a distinct feel to them.

Want to offer up my character Monkshood. http://mlpforums.com/page/roleplay-characters/_/monkshood-r4031 P.S. just as a side-note you probably are going to need to change the hoof colour on him so it contrasts his coat better or just remove the prominent hooves altogether. Sorry, just a mild design flaw I haven't been able to fix because of my lack of artistic talent, lol.

His tail swished through the air as he descend into the belly of the ship. Monkshood weaved through its corridors, and began to ponder the meaning of events about to transpire. His mind poured over the eventualities. His head shook in uncertainty as he worried about his fighting fidelity. Could he be truly counted on in such a situation? Whilst he had been always a more than capable apothecary, he had never much cared for the way of the blade, and oft preferring to simply leave an area if any such thing occurred. Though within such a short time it seemed, he had been thrown into a situation where this was no longer an option. "Argh, parents what should I do?", he shouted in a fit of uncertainty as his hooves clanged against the metallic floor. It didn't matter, Monkshood's pride would hopefully not let him falter. He approached the entrance to his quarters. As he glanced inwards the room appeared barren and sterile, except for his journals and some of his flasks strewn about the desk. He was never one for organization much to the chagrin of his many superiors, but they still let him continue his research to some limited capacity. Was his research even that necessary, or did it simply keep him out of everyone else's mane. Entering the quarters, he approached the desk. His mind began to slip into thought of the plants he had studied over the years, and slowly he began to mutter and jot down a list of possible toxins he could acquire or make before he was needed. Hopefully, this would be an acceptable solution for now. He reached across the desk with his hooves and grabbed a rack containing only two vials. One contained some refined mandrake root. Whilst the other contained a small amount crushed nux-vomica seeds. "I guess I'll finally be able to try these out finally" stating with a look of exasperation.

Ah, I completely forgot I made this thread, and I'm actually pleasantly surprised it's still going. Anyway, another show I enjoy that no-one seems to remember is Clone High. Excellent show too bad it ended on a Cliffhanger.

@@Pripyat Pony @ His mind recoiled, the blue mare's snide remark made him think of before he had joined the Inquisition. The wandering and freedom of all Equestria laid before him. How his journals still remained unfinished with so many empty pages, yet to be filled. Monkshood shook his head realising he was merely staring off into space, and now was not the time for day-dreaming. Monkshood snickered, "If we can cut the demonancer off before they arrive, I'm sure my knowledge will more then suffice". He turned around and sighed. If it was as the Lord Inquisitor had stated, then some more specific preparation would need to be in order. "If I'm needed, please call for me. I'll be in my quarters", he stated as he began to turn around.

@ Monkshood looked onwards as another pony emerged from below. This was irrelevant to him. He had come up he for information from the Lord Inquisitor not to listen to others prattle infinitely. He ignored and trotted past them. His mind was set ablaze with questions as he approached the Lord Inquisitor. "Lord Inquisitor forgive my impertinence, but what is the purpose of our accompaniment to this mechanized abomination? Surely it must not take a small accompaniment of Inquisitors just for a sight seeing tour of Yanhoover". Monkshood stated in his typical prideful manner.

@ Thank you, again. It's really well done, and I think it's rather neat that you showed the tip of his Cutie mark.

I was never that much into GTA, but if I had to pin-point one exactly as the biggest part of my childhood it would be GTA 2. "And remember respect is everything".

Monkshood stared out the airship. He sighed as he watched, what he assumed to be, bits of shrubbery and forest lands slowly roll by. The plant-life of so many regions still seemed to beckon for him, holding so much unexplored possibilities. He turned his head away from the view. It was best not to ponder personal pursuits at such a time as there would be time for that later. Slowly, Monkshood moved from his resting position, and began ascending up the decks looking for the Lord Inquisitor. As he arrived upon the uppermost deck, he stared onwards as another questioned the aging pony.