FullMetalParagon

Well, we're nearing the end, and everything we've done in this RP is affecting Cold Hearted Resonance, so, yeah.

Hidalgo nodded silently, looking over his shoulder back at Bronze Leaf, watching for any reaction. The mayor did not react for a minute, before continuing. "You'll have all the time to get friendly when you begin your trek on the surface! You have two hours to prepare before Rearguard opens the surface door, and you are ushered out into the white wasteland of the surface!"

A hush fell over the crowd gathered as Rearguard, the only sane survivor from the only living expedition, stepped onto the podium, followed by Bronze Leaf, the current 'Mayor' of Unterlot. "Fellow Dwellers! Once more, we look to the world above, the frozen wasteland that the Windigoes brought unto us! The time has come for the newest expedition to be brought forth and readied!" "Copper Strikes!" Silent murmurings could be heard as guards ushered the stunned alicorn to the front. "Bowie!" The path cleared for the Diamond Dog with the purple eye, who stood beside the alicorn in confusion. "Hidalgo!" Hidalgo sighed, slowly trotting up and glancing around. He could have sworn that the mare he had seen was still watching him. "Three of four have been chosen! We do have need of one more, but only that one can be-" "Cyan Flare!" The stunned mare was led to stand beside the other three, staring out at the crowd as the most unusual of expeditions was suddenly slotted together. Hidalgo turned to the others, shrugging. "Looks like we lost the lottery, folks. Now it's our turn to die up on the ice. Well, Shaper gives and takes, builds and breaks. We'll be fine as long as we stick together up there. By the way, Cyan Flare? I'm Hidalgo."

The wind whipped about as the second last of the Hunters, Hirsan, slowly breathed his last, his body sagging as his spirit faded. Far below, the true last of the Hunters, Rearguard, stared up at the accelerating airship, shouting for the evacuation alarm. She could see Deadwood falling with Ventus, their screams barely audible above the wind. "How could you betray-" "I serve no one, Ventus! I serve Justice herself, and she is not pleased!" With a crash, they disappeared from sight, the airship's shadow blocking out the last vestiges of the sun. She could see Skytracker hugging Hirsan's corpse, the Hunter having given his last breath to end the war. Bowing her head, she spoke one last prayer before she leaped from the walls in hopes of surviving an airship collision. "May the Shaper protect us all, and may we all find rest in Avalon's grand gardens."

I got my panel times! Woohoo! I'm not saying them UNTIL the actual Schedule comes out.

Hirsan's eyes began to stream tears as every bit of his life slammed into the spell he was crafting as quickly as he could remember it. Twilight Sparkle had obtained quite the library, and some of those more... mysterious tomes had definitely proven useful. Hirsan grimaced as the spell finished charging. A ball of black energy began forming at his horn as he spoke the words. "Oblivion, oblivion I call upon thee, to smite thine power upon mine enemy. Taketh what you will from this mortal soul, that my revenge become ten times wrathful!" A black beam of energy slammed into Ventus, every scrap of energy, every bit of strength sapped out of him by the Wrath of Oblivion. As the spell ended, Hirsan sank to the ground, Ventus teetering on the edge of the hole in the side of the bridge. His body had been host to the powers of the End of the Universe for just a few seconds, but those few seconds were enough to reduce him to almost a skeleton, his aging process highly accelerated. His mouth began to drip blood as he smiled at Skytracker, his eyes closing as he felt he needed to rest. Deadwood blinked as he woke up from his hit, shaking his head as he stood up. Hirsan lay on the ground, Ventus having been shot out of Skytracker's grip and almost off the edge. With a burst of wind, he was standing suddenly beside Ventus, his eyes narrowed in his fury. "At the end of the world, you still can't kill him. Ventus, you chose your allegiance, and yours failed. I chose mine, that pony laying on the ground over there. He is and will be my friend forever. He gave his last so that this would end. I give my last so that you will end." Deadwood stared out the hole, gulping heavily as he tackled Ventus out the hole, tumbling into the blizzard below.

@ - 'The Down Trotten' @ - 'DwhitetheGamer' @ - 'Wolves' Hidalgo sighed, staring up at the podium near the massive twin doors, gigantic slabs of steel, that guarded the entrance to Unterlot. Looking back at Bowie and Copper, he noticed a mare somewhat standing off from them, but glancing at them occasionally. Looking down and frowning, he motioned his head towards her. "I wonder what her deal is? I mean, she's been staring at us for a bit now. I would think that a little suspicious." A blue wisp hovered around Hidalgo, slightly lighting up the area. "You consider everything suspicious, Hidalgo. She's just curious as to why a Canyon pony, an alicorn, and a Diamond Dog are standing together." "True, Witcher, but I don't watch ponies or other beings out of curiosity. I only do it if they might be a threat." He sighs, looking back towards the podium. "They should be starting soon."

Hidalgo turned around, staring at the Diamond Dog behind him. Sighing, he looked back over at Copper Strikes, rolling his eyes before he turned around to face the Diamond Dog. He looked the Dog up and down with a bored look, only to sigh and rub his forehead with his hoof. "Look, I know Copper here thinks he's got a kingdom to rule someday, but unfortunately, who's to say that will ever come within our mortal lifetimes?" He stuck out his hoof in a gesture of civility, his eyes snapping full open. "Name's Hidalgo. I'm Canyon. I guess Copper over there ascended after the Fall, but your eye... that's a rather interesting mark. I mean, you've got the zebras with their tribal tattoos, but that's more interesting than the rest."

Hidalgo trudged through the dirt that made up the floor of their subterranean dwelling, Unterlot. He could see the crowd gathering, some familiar faces in the few Diamond Dogs and dragons present - though they were naught but young drakes - and his eyes fell on one he had seen around a few times. He had heard the stories behind his ascension, but with no kingdom to rule, he was just about the same as everyone else. Stepping closer, he stood beside the alicorn, clearing his throat. "This is proving to be a rather momentous day.. again. Fifteen years. We abandoned the surface because of the Windigoes. Only Rearguard and her team survived their excursion, and we can't talk to them after whatever they saw drove them insane." He turned and looked at the alicorn, frowning. "Name's Hidalgo. I've seen you around, but I think this is the first time we have ever met."

[LINK TO OOC HERE: https://mlpforums.com/topic/154530-lotg-cold-hearted-resonance-oocsearching/?p=4602603 ONLY THOSE WHO ARE ACCEPTED CAN POST HERE] The winter was always cold, always so forboding. Even when ponies, zebras, Diamond Dogs, and others were driven below the surface following the greatest war in history, the sense of dread always seeped in somehow, causing suspicion to arise when tiny things would happen. Things like hydroponics supplies either going bad or suddenly freezing. Hidalgo knew them all too well. He had lived through them, watched as he tried to follow his quest from Celestia, to no avail so far. However, it was the grand annoucement that drew everyone together that day. The announcement that the doors to the surface would be open soon, and only a select few would be allowed to join the expedition to search the surface for anything usable. "Four scavenging parties sent. Only Rearguard's returned without casualties. There's nothing out there but snow, ice, and Windigoes. What do they expect to find?"

Well, I AM posting the RP. Once it's up, I'll put the link in the initial post here.

No it isn't. It's more for if someone REALLY wants to know the backstory that went into the creation of Legend of the Guardians. It's more for those who want to make characters that ARE affected by the RP backstory, but you don't need it to have a fun RP. All right guys. I DO sort of want to get started on this soon, so we CAN have people jump in later. Do you three want to start soon, or should we wait?

For those who might be intimidated by this whole RP based in a storyline that is built around two other RPs that happened a while ago, here's a link. https://dl.dropboxusercontent.com/u/2744683/RoleplayArchive/RoleplayArchive.pdf This link, the stories starting on pages 3 and 312, detail out this RPs backstory. It's a good read.

Once we hit eight people in total, I'll set this to OOC, and I'll open up the RP thread.

You're in, mate! Congratulations!

Oh, man. I REALLY like your character, Bowie. Honestly, a lot of it happens to be where your character was when the Windigoes froze the surface. You can put that little bit of a backstory in a post here in this topic. You're in! I am LIKING the characters so far! I AM aiming for about seven people, besides me, which means no post is repeating, and there can be divergent storylines.

That's all right. It's been a while since I started an RP (LOTG was started a while ago and simply continued on here), so I can get a little... persnickety sometimes. Anyways, just edit your application. If you need clarification on ANYTHING, just PM me, and I'll sort it out. Saves post space on here. All right! While it is still a little basic, I'll accept it. Here's a little thing for a backstory, for an example, if ya want: "Copper Strikes, long before the war, often fought for those who were less fortunate than he. When he defended, against all odds, a group that would have noticeably been wiped out, Faust herself was said to have appeared before him, granting him the power of the alicorns themselves, though not long after, in the terms of an alicorn's life, he was subject to the worst war in existence. Forced underground by the Windigoes' foul magicks, he bides his time while he waits for when he can leave the confines of the subterranean domain he calls home, when he can step out on the surface and feel the sun on his coat once more." Also, added in gender, because I KEEP FORGETTING TO PUT THAT IN. So, as a thing for everyone else, here's a little character I will be doing alongside you guys (That's how I run RPs. I like to get involved and help shape the story sometimes)

-THIS POST WAS DELETED DUE TO OLD INFORMATION-

[LINK TO RP HERE: https://mlpforums.com/topic/154717-lotg-cold-hearted-resonance/ ] As the story of the Legend of the Guardians RP winds down to an end, I would like to open Cold Hearted Resonance to anyone who would like to join. The Story So Far So, this is a continuation, of sorts, of a storyline idea posed to me long ago during the Legend of the Guardians RP when it was hosted on Canterlot.net. However, due to the timeline, this makes more sense than the other one. So, basically? The surface is a frozen wasteland. A country created for an older RP, called Great Canyon, a country of technology and psionics (No magic due to a genetic lock from an ancient evil, but they grew past that with science, though magic manifested itself as psionics later). Now, since you all would start as Subterranean Dwellers, you all start in the same exploration group. However, since it has been fifteen years timeline wise since ponies REALLY stepped on the surface, you don't know where in the world you are. Henceforth, I bring this out: That character sheet went through the forges of many an RP before it became what it is. I WILL allow Drakes, aka, young dragons, as all races are now subterranean. In LOTG, I refused Dragons, as many wanted to be massive old Wyverns. So, now that it's open, who wants to join? Character So Far: Copper Strikes [DwhitetheGamer] Hidalgo [FullMetalParagon] Cyan Flare [Wolves] Bowie [The Down Trotten]

Hirsan clambered up, his eyes beginning to glow. He growled, staring down Ventus as he realized what had happened. "Ventus is dead, Skytracker. Those energies, he's subjected himself to experiments to create an artificial 'Marked One.' He is channeling the energy of the Ethereal Plane itself. I may not have much to use, but if I can at least injure him, the energies will tear him apart." A single tear escaped his eye as he looked down at Skytracker, his own body beginning to float. "I don't want you to get hurt-" "You thought we'd leave you to die alone, Hirsan?" A familiar voice echoed out as Deadwood smiled from a surviving Gyrocopter, the main guns beginning to spin up. "Sorry, Ventus, afraid we have to cut this short. Deadwood, open fire!" With a tackle, Hirsan dived to the side, the entire world seeming as if it was in slow motion as they slid to the side, the guns spinning up as the energies swirled towards the gyrocopter. Though he knew the energies might move fast, a blur brought a smile to his face. The guns got off a single burst as the gyro exploded, leaving Hirsan, Skytracker and Deadwood staring down Ventus, who appeared to be slightly staggered. "Sorry, but I can't let you kill them. I've been at this far longer than the two of them. Ty-" Before he could even speak the words for the enchantment, the energies lashed out, stabbing Deadwood straight through the heart, slamming him against the far wall. Hirsan's eyes glowed harder as he screamed. "DEADWOOD!"

Wow, holy crap. Those are trivia surveys that, for someone like me, are almost impossible. I don't deeply analyze every single episode- wait, I can do entire episodes of Red Dwarf, what am I saying?

Dude, I know your pain. Don't make it exceptionally long. Just stick with one thing and don't go into TOO TOO much detail. That'll make your work easier.

Just get it to me before August 10th.

Hirsan smiled, his horn beginning to charge. "I may be naught but a copy, Ventus, but I do have an advantage over your guards." A wave of energy pulsed underneath his hooves as he growled. "I have power that always dwelt within us. The power that resides in all ponies. However, as an old friend once taught me," the energy began to grow, spreading out and forcing the guards to backpedal quickly, "there is a greater power than simply magic. There is a power even stronger still than that of the Princesses of Equestria, of Discord himself. I know you deny yourself this fact, Ventus, but that will be your downfall. I may not know many spells as a new unicorn, but even with my haphazard control, I still remember a few." "Shield." The guards attacked, though their attacks bounced off the grey magickal field surrounding Hirsan. Hirsan chuckled, slamming his hooves on the ground. "Wave of Force." The guards slammed into the walls, quickly standing to face Hirsan again. With their masks off, Hirsan could see he was literally fighting himself, the clones all smiling with malice and destruction in their expressions. "I do have a personal favourite, Ventus. Twilight Sparkle hated using this particular spell for how much damage it could do. But, in this situation, it is appropriate." A ball of fire began to charge in front of his face, illuminating the room in red, yellow, and orange. "Combustion." ------0------ The soldiers of Hirsan's that had followed the group cowered in fear as a large explosion rocked the ship, even though the detonation had come from the bow, and not the stern. ------0------ Deadwood stared up, barely able to make out the airship in the blizzard, his soldiers barely keeping warm as they watched the battlefield. A large light exploded out the side of the bow of the massive airship, two figured clinging desperately onto pieces of metal whilst hanging off the side of the airship. ------0------ "Ventus, give it up! I know how much the Cycle War took from you, from me! Recreating me to do your bidding is not the way!" Hirsan tried to swing up, but his piece of metal creaked as he shouted over the wind, swaying slightly back and forth. A loud chanting slipped past them as Sacrifice tumbled from the airship, plummeting towards the ground below. Hirsan stared down Ventus as they waited with bated breath for the outcome the both of them had expected of their own "final" encounter.