P-Jay

oh, and by the way.............Zenru is the opposite of what Carnelian thinks he is. XD he's the type to ask his worst enemy to come with him, to birdwatch, in a quest to make a friendship out of an enemy. XD

 

also, guess what he's going to try to make Raze and Carnelian do

He smiled again. "Thank you for your patience, ma'am...I will assign..."

 

He took out a small notepad, flipping it once, twice, murmuring to himself. "...Does..." He frowned. "I can move Velma's case...And maybe change his..."

 

He cast her a grin. "Okay, I can assign you Flugel. He's a griffon, and rather trained in combat, so he very well might double as a bodyguard. Does that sound good?"

Carnelian took a seat in a nearby chair, reclining leisurely.

 

 

"I wish to make known a criminal.  His name is Raze, a black stallion armed with a Neighponese sword.  He should be registered here at the arena.  I would like to press charges against him, among which include assault in the first degree, destruction of personal property, felony armed robbery...and attempted murder.  I have multiple witnesses, including your pick of the guards stationed in the arena lobby yesterday whom, might I add, will more than likely also add the charge of evading arrest and aggravated assault as well.

 

"There is also the mare who saved my life, Sunset Shimmer.  From the way the nurses spoke of her, I would assume her word would carry some weight.  While we're talking about her, I wish to also add that when we are done here, I ask that you point me to her.  I owe her my gratitude."

 

He nodded, once she finished. 

 

"...While I understand your obvious concern for your safety, and...Obvious desire for this 'Raze' to be put in prison, I must say one thing in return..."

 

He stood up, walking with a spring in his step, to the drawers. Opening the bottom one, he pulled out a thick sum of folders, bringing them back to the desk. Each one was at least ten pages thick...

 

"...I'm afraid catching Raze can't be a top priority. I can assign one of my detectives, on your case, provided you--and all witnesses, including this Sunset--are willing to sit and be given an interview of all the information you hold. But it may be some time, yet. Even now, he may be escaping Bangcolt..."

 

"After a folder for his case is put together, I'll be sure to share it with the other Captains, of as many cities as I can reach. But even still, I do recommend hiring guards. All of mine are on these individual cases...And even I, myself am currently working on a disappearance."

 

He made a pained smile. Obviously, he felt rather...Uneasy, due to the fact that he could barely spare one detective. Truth be told, he wasn't solving just one--he was working on a multitude. And although he was making progress on each, it still drained his rest time, and personal time...

 

"Tea, before I go? And are you willing to accept a detective, to work on this case?"

Yeah...........But then again, being crushed wouldn't really stop Bledium. XD

Again, jokes are hard to convey over text. XD

Inspired. Not copied from. XD they're more like....'created so that they would be able to fit in nicely in the Dark Souls universe'

Explain the first part please? Lots of metal weapon users here and disarming them she would consider dishonorable, so I find it interesting you say metalbending would be a detriment fighting these guys. Or maybe it's the wording. "for most of them" implies unfavorable, imbalanced, or that they'd hard counter her.

 

Dude I could swear you have way too much time on your hands designing complicated NPC lore lol

eh...most of 'em wear armor, and use weapons. XD 

 

and anyways..........................................................................the 5th Circle might've been inspired by Dark Souls and Berserk. XD

@@P-Jay

 

"Yes...A dozen will do...If that is the soonest they can be here, I will accept that. Good day."

 

Carnelian replaced the cell phone in her saddle bags, resuming her trek towards the Guard Captain's office. Whether or not her generous gift had gotten through, she expected something favorable out of him. If not, a dozen of her House Guards would arrive in a matter of hours to protect her.

 

Without knocking, she entered the office, looking around for the stallion she wished to have words with.

Inside, was a navy blue pegasus, sporting a blue-and-red mane, neatly combed to one side. He wore dashing armor, that covered his chest, and most of his legs. A helmet laid on the desk, amongst the paperwork. Two sheathed blades leaned against the desk...

 

He looked tired. But still managed a wide, friendly smile once the baroness walked in.

 

"...Why, hello! May I ask what grounds you decided to come speak to me?" He asked, in a light-hearted, casual tone. But still conveyed formality, through the easygoing voice. "And please--do try to make it quick. Although, you aren't required to. I just have...A rather lot to do."

So who's the most Op here?

well, considering Lektra's metalbending would make it too easy for most of them, none. XD that aside...

 

it would be a tie, between Mian, and Bledium. both are griffons...one is still delusionally loyal, to his kingdom, long since fallen. one betrayed the kingdom he once swore allegiance to. 

 

oh, and by the way....there'll be some intense lore to each of the characters. XD

Ok let me restate that.

 

We know she's DEMON SCUM.

hey, hey..............................even Demon Scum get a chance for equality and friends in Bangcolt.

 

mostly because there's worse people hangin' around Bangcolt to begin with. XD

Anyway, if I wanted to RP Carnelian speaking to the captain of the guard in Bangcolt about pressing charges, whom would I tag in the post?

me. Zenru's the captain, of bangcolt. he's more or less just chilling in the Bangcolt receptionist office. XD

jokes are hard to convey over text. 

#Razedidnothingwrong

#AThief,EvenWhenStealingFromABeingOfEvil,IsStillAThief

Rye casually walked around the lake, obviously at ease. Looking this way and that--he was obviously searching for the kitten he had mentioned. 

 

"Lets see...Can likes mice...And mice are typically found in area like...This!" 

 

He ventured into the Thunderclan territory, praising his cleverness...

 

---

 

Meanwhile, Can would be derping around on the opposite side of the lake, wandering around in Windclan territory. Poor Rye.

 

---

 

Redear hadn't been present for the Clan Meeting--although, she still heard who was going, and what Silverstar was going to propose. 

 

"...Asking for more territory? As if the other Clans will accept her demands..." She muttered to herself, counting her stores of herbs for the umpteenth time today.

she had been a good medicine cat but she was rather grumpy and snappy. You would rather have a badger treat your wounds. Though she was wise, I give her too much leniency. 

 

*that moment when Redear has always been bitter and grumpy, ever since she became a medicine cat...and has good reason to be*

also--been reading up, fixing to post. XD sorry for disappearing on y'all

Caliber walked through the city, absentmindedly, pondering through what had happened. Sure, he had won quite a few matches--but they were mostly combatants that weren't exactly...'On his level.' Only a few he took seriously. And the few he did--he lost against. Sleight, Lektra, Orion...Well, maybe not Lektra, but it certainly felt like a loss. 

 

He always got excited, when time came for him to do battle against someone who was as skilled as he was. But lately, he was beginning to think that maybe, he was just mediocre...?

 

...

 

No.

 

Even if he was, he wouldn't accept it. He would train, until he was certain he was rising to the top. His spirit would become as unbreakable as his sword, his skill, just as sharp. He had a fire, and damn if he wasn't going to kindle it! Kindle, with every emotion he had at his disposal--ambition, rage, frustration, joy, until it burned with the same intensity as a raging storm.

 

With that mental vow being declared in his mind, he turned, from his aimless wandering, to begin marching towards the Training Arena. That bot is never going to know what hit him--

" Caliber! Caliber, be you close to me, friend?!?!? "

"--Huh?" 

 

He frowned, hearing the distant call for his name. Recognizing it was Naga's, and realizing--with a pang of guilt--that he hadn't attempted to connect with his friend once, since he arrived in Bangcolt.

 

He decided on calling back out to him.

 

"Naga, right here!!" 

 

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Hiero stepped out from the building, into the cool afternoon air. Wondering to himself, if every pony in this city was quite as powerful as that Ironblade mare, as he walked out into the streets. 

 

She rather reminded him of Abel's fighting style. He smiled to himself, recalling the earth pony he had called a friend for so long. 

 

...But that was the past. And dwelling on it could prove fatal. 

 

...

 

'...I think I'll go into the tavern.' He thought to himself, beginning to move towards the building that somehow seemed brighter then the others. Gently making his way past the doors, he sat down at the counter, noting how almost everyone else in the room looked just as shady as he did. Cloaks, and sheathed weapons decorated the room...Typical. 

Okay everyone, Bangcolt is getting a new addition. 

 

The Fifth Circle, the midway point in Tartarus, is where they house the...Once sentient beings. Griffons, Ponies, Minotaurs, and beyond, are all housed in the Circle.

 

The crime each of them committed, are the same. They killed. A frighteningly large amount. Even their own species. Even their own allies. 

 

A knight, who betrayed his kingdom. A griffon, who's sight between his army and the enemies' became blurred beyond recognition. 

 

Even generals, and leaders, who introduced methods of fighting so despicable, that their ideas were burned, and the creator, sent into the 5th Circle.

 

They have waited, in their cages. Some for years. Some for entire centuries. 

 

And now, they're given a chance to fight once more. As challenges. As milestone markers. As a method to prove someone, to him or herself. 

 

...

 

How could this possibly go wrong?   

 

There are a multitude of prisoners in the 5th Circle. Ranging from centuries of war, from all species. Apparently, Equestria wasn't the only one with the idea to toss the dangerous ones in a dark pit...

 

They each drop a spoil, be it armor, a weapon, or...Perhaps a talisman. But all will likely be broken, beyond useful means. However, a blacksmith may be able to restore them...But this is only should you win--these warriors are nothing to laugh at.

 

They have been corrupted by life, and that corruption, fermented by their imprisonment. They know nothing but hate, now. And the urge for battle.

 

...So go ahead. Pick one out, to fight, if you feel brave enough. 

 

 

 

Well, if it makes you upset, I can find a replacement for that.

 

The fact of the matter is, Carnelian is none too happy that Raze killed her.  In fact, on a scale of 1 to 10, with 1 being Over It and 10 being FROTHING AT THE MOUTH WITH RAGE, she is currently at 12.

 

In a single day, Raze has ascended STRAIGHT to the top of her shit list, and she is now fully committed to using every asset she has at her disposal to ensure his slow and painful death XP

 

y'know, Zenru might prevent that........against the law and all....XD

Iron tilted her head to the side, confusion written over her features, not so much from the loss of her attack, but because of his words. "Is this some kind of joke?" she rasped. "Because it's a horrible one." Even so, she felt the faintest pang of fear from the sheer ease with which he had deflected her attack.

 

If it isn't... Iron winced, considered it for a second... And relaxed ever so slightly. "Sure," she said. However, a keen eye could see the faintest shimmer of magic, still clinging to her horn. If this was a trick, she wouldn't let herself be caught off guard.

 

Hiero nodded, satisfied. Letting loose a long, drawn out sigh, bending down to pick up the blade Iron kicked over to him. "You've fought well, youngling, I've met nary a few of the same caliber..."

 

"I would've gone on, as I'm sure you know, but I was looking for a simple duel. A spar. Not a fight..." He straightened up, beginning to walk towards one side of the mountaintop. "And like I said, you have potential to be so much greater...I suggest looking for one, to nurture that fire you have. Before it goes out..."

 

He stopped at the edge. The Arena shimmered, into it's usual appearance, the howling winds dying almost immediately. He opened the door, directly in front of him.

 

"...Perhaps it'll be me, perhaps it'd be someone else. Or maybe, no-one..."

Ironblade froze.

 

Two of her hooves were still lifted off of the ground, but she lowered them, slowly, giving Hiero a deliberate, narrow gaze. With steady motions, she moved to drop her sword on the ground...

 

Which, incidentally, caused her horn to point directly at Hiero.

 

With a shower of sparks, a conjured blade sailed from Iron's horn and hit Hiero in the center of the neck. When it emerged from the other side of his neck, the spell unraveled into motes of light. Iron dropped her sword and kicked it towards him, the corner of her mouth twitching.

 

Hiero smiled, as she started to set down his weapon. "Thank you, youngling, I was afraid for a moment, you wouldn't pause the figh--"

 

His eyes flashed, at the sparks. His hoof flew to his sheathed blade's hilt once more...

 

...

 

It was fast. Faster then one could've believed. Easily his most potent move yet, as the blade was unsheathed, revealing a blade that seemed to radiate sheer unknown power. Hiero parried the blade--be it a simple illusion to prove one's opportunity to end a fight, or a fully manifested spell intent to maim--with Selene. 

 

Curiously enough, it was less of a parry, more absorption. As Selene began to touch the outer edges of Iron's spell, it seemed to melt away, into the edge of the blade. But then again, this was for the sharpest of eyes, as the attack only flashed for a moment, before Selene was once again sheathed at his side.

 

Though if that weren't noticeable, the look in Hiero's eyes were. Purely focused, purely alert, it showcased centuries of battle experience...And the will to kill, when necessary. This look, too, went away as fast as Selene did.

 

"...Well...Iron, I was going to ask for this match to be over, before that...Attack..." He stated in a quiet voice, after the action had been done. "...Will you accept my forfeit?" 

@@P-Jay,

 

Iron's eye widened as Hiero ran along her sword. Quickly, without wasting time on thought, she let go of the tight control she had on the magic, breaking the bonds that held it in the shape of a sword. She prepared herself mentally.

 

The sword exploded in a blast of pure energy, a flare of light and heat that singed the fur on Hiero's barrel and flung him backwards, though not very far. It blew Iron back, too, though she turned the motion into a roll. Her horn trailed streamers of light and a trail of sparks that followed her movement as she got her power under control. Black marks marred Iron's mane and face when she stood back up, and smoke coiled from the jagged, broken tip of her horn. "I'm sure I'll be curling into a ball and swearing a lot once this is done," she rasped, "but winning comes first. Also, ow." 

 

An itch in her flank directed Ironblade's eyes upward to Hiero's still-airborne sword. A smile, almost a mirror of Hiero's, crossed her face. The red light of telekinesis surrounded the blade as it fell, though Iron allowed it to almost hit the ground before picking it up. She swung the blade back and forth before setting it between her jaws, letting her hornlight die down. She resisted the urge to rub a hoof on her forehead. She had more important things to worry about, after all, and an impending headache shouldn't have slowed her down. In fact, now that Iron thought about it, her shoulder hurt more.

 

Well, buck, she thought. With a shake of her head, she charged once again, sword in mouth, holding it out to swipe him.

 

Hiero had landed, nimbly, on his feet. Although, his body was fatigued--although, he wouldn't show it outright. Obviously in a daze, from the rushed actions of the fight, he would seemingly have the poise of one who's guard was lowered...

 

...Before, with a smooth, deliberate action, he raised a hoof. It was the simplest of gestures, one that could only mean one thing.

 

A simple gesture to stop. As if he fully expected her to comply.

 

...Although, his hoof still wavered over the navy-blue sheath, ready to draw, should she ignore his action...

.......it'd do more damage then what Iron's been dishing out.

 

*shot to death*

 

*also will post within the day, sorry, hit a block is all. XD*

wrote redstar by mistake

 

sheesh, your now medicine cat and leader

 

welcome to the tribe of rushing water

 

Redear/star: "First order of business. If you dont see your ancestors over near-death or you're about to do something cat-astrophic, dont bug me."

eh.............she's just cranky with life in general. XD and lying to a medicine cat......boy, that cant go wrong, huh? XD

Since you're outside of the warrior code, she can quite happily kill you

 

do you even realize the amount lecturing that'd produce from Redear