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"Well...from what I understand, Cadance has gone become a few crumbs short of a hay and oats sandwich, if you know what I mean." he said, unable to keep himself from smiling in awe at what a mess the entirety of Equestria was in all because of a mad mare. "In all honesty, I would've been nothing more than intrigued, but her madness appeared to have made her...not so friendly. Shinin' Armor has disappeared, and nopony knows whether he's just hiding or if he was killed by her." His expression turned sinister within a second as he looked towards nothing. "If that mare was behind the death of one who I had served under....one who I had even came to take a fancy fer...Celestia help her, fer she'd have to deal with not only the rath of her, but me own rath!" He kept a stern stare for a few seconds before blushing slightly. "Anyway...her insanity has also led her to build up a military machine and we are now in the midst of war with Celestia and her merry lot. In all honesty, lad" he said, leaning in close to Arrow's ear to where he could talk without being overheard by others. "I'm only servin' cause Cadance weren't keen on letting folk like me get back to Canterlot, I had come here on R&R, if you will, and also because, well, I'm almost always up fer givin' it to Celestia" The lieutenant was slightly intrigued. "And how long would 'a while' be, exactly?" he asked with a chuckle.

@@Ano170, I'm waiting for a response from you, in case you weren't aware

"So...I assume you would like some catching up, in terms of the recent events, Arrow?" he asked. He took great care to take his time as he made his way, for he had hoped to have some time to inform him. "Oh, and in case you were wondering, m'names Golden Age, first lieutenant in, well, now it's her highness Cadance's army."

Wait....by Ano, you mean Arrow, right? When you talking about "her", you're talking about Arrow, right?

Oh...derp... >.< Well, recalling from your post a few days ago, I believe you instructed me to inform Arrow of the war horn's call and its meaning? That I can and will do, however, in terms of Golden Age and Arrow having known each other before all this, with the utmost respect, I feel I should say that it is a bit too late to arrange them knowing each other, as Ano and I have already established the fact that the two of us were unknown to each other, giving no indication of us having any form of relationship before this. If you should want us to find some way to work around this, then I assume you would not be in the wrong, as you are the DM, however I do feel doing so would require working around the previous posts we've made, and that may or may not prove to be a challenge.

I believe I've just come to the conclusion that Ano is Arrow, correct?

How would my OC be the one to inform her? I don't recall him ever meeting her, only Arrow.

@@Agent505, Waiting for you to start the gathering, and who exactly is "her"?

I would so get one of those tiny cars! XD

"Sweet Celestia..." he said in a whining manner. "Apparently we're to assemble, and I take it nopony would be too keen leaving you by yerself, so you're coming with me, y'understand?" He got up and walked outside the tent, waiting for his newly-found companion to follow suit. "Oh, fergive me, I don't think I caught yer name" he said back to him.

"Aye," he affirmed, "Was born there in me youth...moved to Equestria when I was a colt. I've kept my residence in Ponyville fer some time." Golden Age took a moment to look back down at the tear in his coat, wondering, and in a sense, hoping, that it would be able to repaired. One of the last things he'd want was to go onto the field without being dressed decenly proper. He chuckled again as he looked back up, "I was born into a middle-class family...excelled in school...joined the Royal Guard, resigned to fight fer Luna, spent a year or two in jail, joined back, raised a regiment, fought in a few conflicts. I've had, at least some would call it, a fortunate life. Being a Lieutenant can get you a good pay, thus many would ask me why I ain't living up in Canterlot. Let me tell you, lad, there ain't one thing in this world I hate more than oppression and tyranny, but if one were to ask fer a close second, it would go to poverty and the snobby rich. I get the sickest feeling just walking around the sectors of Canterlot that behold the residence of the ever so fortunate." The stallion's expression grew the slightest bit darker, his eye contact looking unto that of the distance. "Fancy Pants and his merry lot...they earn me disgust...the very air they exhale is rich with the stench of entitlement and greed. Some ask me why I don't join 'em, and who knows, if I were to work me tail off and be promoted to a Captain or Colonel, then maybe I could, but I ain't never joining their ranks, I'm a man of the people, a soldier of the people, I don't know the ways of the rich and wealthy, and I ain't keen on learning them...Celestia don't care 'bout it though, does she? I don't really know what goes on with her, some days I find meself thinking she's a protector of the rich and the tyrannical, and in me own eyes she'll always be that to some extent.." He stopped and looked back up with the lightest of blushes. "Sorry fer the rant..." he said with another chuckle, "So...how did you know I was from Gaeland?"

Golden Age turned towards him with a sense of curiosity. "And who might you be?" he asked, "Why'd the boys give you such a push? Surely they ain't forcing forcing operations!" The lieutenant chuckled with a small smile, "On second thought, I could see it...I reckon it was Candance who sent you down here?"

Golden Age grunted at the igniting of the powder. "Aye, y'could answer me this, how will will it take to heal? I ain't exactly ambidextrous...and Lieutenants don't exactly have the luxury of sitting in the rear, unfortunately. Also, isn't there a chance the powder residue will get in the wound? C-could I get gangrene or something?" he said with a hint of fear in his voice on the last part.

"Well," he said, "Some bastard got me when I weren't looking...perhaps a bit of clumsiness on my part, I can admit, but I'll do better next time I'd imagine" He looked at the mixture of various herbs in the bowl. "What are they supposed to do?" he asked with curiosity

@@SilverHeart, "Thank ye...." he said, following her, sitting himself down on the ground. He proceeded to, with a bit of a struggle, remove his coat as he tossed it to the side. He wondered if he'd find the time to locate a seamstress to patch up his coat, if there was even one in the first place. "Are all those boys out there wounded from battle?" he asked for affirmation.

Alrightly then, I reckon I'll wait for Silver to post; if he doesn't mind, that is.

@@Agent505, Just letting you know that I'm still waiting for either Doctor Mercy or a nurse to see to Golden Age

Golden Age walked calmly towards the Medical Ward, at least as calm as one could with a wound. He had had the misfortune of being struck on the left arm by the blow of a swordsman, leaving it in a decent state of injury. He did not exactly know if it was due to the fact he was left handed and his opponent being right, or if Fate just decided it would once again amuse itself by erupting plight in another's life, either way, he didn't care as much about such trivial matters as reflecting upon a cause, but more so for a solution. He had, in all respects, often reflected upon how he had come to become a Lieutenant in Cadance's army, of all peoples. He didn't really give it much thought. He wouldn't quite mind giving hell to Celestia, and he assumed if his new-found leader's army was to be victorious, she would be disposed on some matter, simply due to her erratic nature that he believed would deteriorate and become more apparent within time. He passed the wounded as they lay upon the ground in their tents, or sitting and gazing out into the rest of the world. He was a tad shocked by the spectacle, as he would've presumed the war would have spent years and years at it's height, but such not the case, it was only in it's infancy, and yet there was such an abundance of wounded before him that he was taken off guard. He entered the ward, his right hoof gripped firmly upon the wound on his left, expecting a nurse or a surgeon to find him eventually.

I believe I'll have him go up to the medical ward having an injury of some sort.

Well, I most certainly wouldn't mind it

What would the Crystal Empire's character's be doing? Just hanging around the Empire until Cadance summons them or something of the sort?