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[Skullbuster 1,906]

@@Lordav,

 

the construction barge returned to the harbor and parked beside the build site of the tower, it appeared that the crew of the barge still celebrated Rollendox, as the barge was covered in seals by late afternoon work had resumed on the tower, it was early the next day when the pony in the sun goddess costume woke up on top of a cathedral, she slowly descended to the ground and walked to her home still in costume allowing passers by to get a good up close view of it with out her performing and flying around

 

the few Ponissians who stayed till the end of the 3rd night and took part in the drinking were highly respected by the Cidonian community 

 

the whole event and the fact that it was allowed to happen and was generally uninterrupted helped ease tensions, and racism against Ponissians subsided quite a bit especially against those who attended the event, Cidonians appeared to be much friendlier

 

Every Cidonian before heading back to work and their normal life at least stopped by a shrine for a quick prayer, while some stayed longer, but it was a stop made by each one, even the mare in the sun goddess costume on her way home 

[Lordav 3,427]

@Skullbuster

 

With the tensions withering a bit, some shops took off the "No Pegasi" signs off their doors, though some were still not convinced, continuing their 'embargo' policy. Some writers stopped by Cidonians, asking them about their system of belief in order to create a 'encyclopedia' on this land. This would prove very interesting to ponies working in culture studies and would surely end up in the 'Culture' sector of the Grand Perlin Library.

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Meanwhile the archeologic community back home was in ruin. It was decades since the last important discovery. A young archeologist came up with a cunning and ambitious plan, find the mythical lost city of Hooflantis. To achieve this they would need heavy underwater exploration, but the boat-connected diving suits they had available wouldnt reach deeper than 20m. After sending a letter to the science department, a telegraph replied, informing them of an extremly old, working prototype if a submersible ship. A small researching plan was set up to improve it for years but it lacked financial support to achieve something. If a big comitee such as the archeological board offered them support, they would recieve heavy funding, they might manage to come up with something useful. The desperate board immidiately approved the proposition.

 

In a few weeks the project had many ideas from many researchers and a profitable design. After hundreds of tests by independent scuentists and failed designs a plan was in place, yet it would tale time to develop. The craft would have a total length of 40m and a displacement of 1,500 tones. It would be streamlined, more or less in a cigar shape with a sharp, spiked bow. It would have water-tight compartments and would rely on a electrical generator which would use mercury and sodium to create electricity. The sodium would be extracted from the water around while mercury would be stored at departure and gained via underwater drilling. It would raise and dive using boyant tanks that would create enough upthrust via pressurizing and depressuring air for the craft to surface. It also had a small distillery that filtered seawater into drinkable water. The crew would gather food from the sea floor using the conventional water suits already used and could stay a maximum of 5 days underwater before surfacing and having to refill its air, which would take about 8hrs. The craft would be loghted by yhe newly invented light bulbs and thick windows will allow the crew to see outside. It would be a double-hulled craft, reaching a maximum speed of 50knots! The craft would also be well furnished and decorated to allow the crew to resist the phsycological effects of being in a underwater room. The craft would also have a hard, reinforced bow in order to be able to ram ships or giant marine creatures for defence. The crew also had rifles on board but any idea to weaponise the craft was refused. Although this design seemed perfect in every way it required a lot of resources and scientific input to be executed. And it would take time for it to be built even if construction started imidiately. This was a gamble for the archeologists... Which would ruin them if it would fail.

 

After a long meeting with the officials of the society, the King passed on the project and work was imidiately begun. If this design worked, some millitary officials were sure they could build weapons out of it. They asked to get clear and detailed reports of the crafts behaviour at sea when finished.

[Gloomfury 243]

@@Lordav, 

 

she shrugged. "Well so far no one a been able to put us on our knee. We're strongest on the home front rather then somewhere else. But we have a few beings who are masters at gorilla warfare. And some her are even better them me when it comes to combat. And thous who are the best are usually asked to be a caporegime or general. The smartest of the bunch are asked to be tacticians in  times of need. But so far we haven't had anything happen for us to summon the troops.  That's why everyone dose their own thing when we aren't called to duty.

 

I help my father with a martial arts academy while also helping my mother with her restaurant."

 

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@@SharpWit, 

 

Flits stopped this time. About the only thing that gets to him is when someone calls his kilt a skirt. He walked over to the filly and her mother. "Oi, little lass. It's called a "kilt" not a skirt. It normal for a Highlander to wear one. Its great to where in battle and the most masculine thing you can wear." 

 

((I'm gonna called Scottish Highlanders so it sounds better in this.))

Edited April 9, 2015 by Gloomfury

[SharpWit 2,614]

@@Gloomfury, The mother stifled a laugh at him saying such a wear was masculine. "I apologize for my daughter's rudeness sir. Come along dear." She said while covering her smile. A stallion barely containing himself at a nearby entrance of a bar went inside and broke into song.

 

"Have you heard of the tale, where a stallion wore something called a kilt?

Such a silly piece of fabric, almost as crazy as wanting to be on stilts!

Maybe he's a brave soul going against the norm,

It could also be, he's hiding a little something to avoid our scorn.

 

It's not very nice of us, to criticize this foreign bloke,

although he has provided us now, with a few good jokes"

 

The singer knowing he's been heard goes out with two mugs, while several others watch him from the doorway.

 

"Now I'm sure his anger is dangling on the brink,

So to calm the waters, here lad! have a drink!

 

We're all bastards here, are we not? This is what we do.

We poke fun at those who pass us by, this time it happens to be you.

And so I must thank you for providing us with some laughter you see,

So enjoy your day, be on your way, and here's a second round on me!"

 

He gives Flitz the two mugs before going back into the bar which erupts with laughter as soon as the door closes. By now word on the street has gotten around and everypony has grown used to the strange garment. Those who haven't seen it give a quick glance then with unopinionated faces continue with whatever they were doing.

[Lordav 3,427]

@@Gloomfury, 

 

"How many years of war have you had in the last... century? Excuse my curiosity if i am rude. I would just like to know as militia was seen as an unefficent system over 500 years ago here. Would just like to know how good it actually is." The guide had a curious smile on his face.

[Gloomfury 243]

@@SharpWit, ((This reminds me of another song.))

 

 

Flits gave a smile and shrugged before downing the two mugs. Then he went into the bar to drop the mugs off. Next her spoke loud enough for everyone to hear. "Ya know, When m'clan left the Highlands we use to get a lot of laughs and jokes from everyone we pass. But we never really got mad. We understand it a bit of a silly thing to see a full grown stallion wearing.  

 

But ages ago it was a worn by Celtic Highland worriers. Worries so strong that they could cut down a tree, pick it up and walk for miles on their shoulders .Toss stones heavier then a cannon ball 60 feet. So strong that they were feared among the other lands near them. 

 

We don't really know why they thought of the kilt rather then pants, but they are more comfortable then pants. Plus the lassies where I'm from find the kilts attractive. Sure they laugh at first but they start calling for their lord that same night." He let out a hardy laugh and placed the bag of silver on the counter. "Next rounds on me." Flits was always good at living things up. 

 

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@@Lordav,

 

 Sunny kept smiling. "It's alright. Well to be honest Quinacta hasn't been in many fight.  But before the Dons settled Quinacta they were at war in thy city they use to live in. But the head Dons father brought they others together. Then they set out and made Quinacta. But everyone part of the main branch of the militia have battle experience or are war bred. The general of combat use to be in the military of another land before going mercenary. Then he settled in Quinacta. He's also head of the mandatory training we go through in schools. 

 

Also the general of gorilla warfare and stealth combat use to be a freedom fighter in a land far way ruled by warlords. There are a fuw other generals who are heads of other kinds of combat. Like magic, flying and tactics. The Dons were able to find and fully use the potential that a well organized militia can have. Its effective and less costly."

Edited April 9, 2015 by Gloomfury

[SharpWit 2,614]

@@Gloomfury, (I think I've heard a few of their songs.)

 

"Well aren't you a good sport! And that'll keep our wives from yelling at us if we come home with some change still left in our pockets!" The bar laughed at that, and even more so when a stallion ran out yelling, "Oh no I forgot I was supposed to watch the kids! She's going to kill me!" he said. The stallion that had been singing spoke up again. "Aye that's us. The bottom of the barrel. The wretched souls consumed by their need for consumption after a long night's work who just want to live a little so we come here to party. Funny thing is, the party never stops. Only the next shift, and then we go home, sleep the booze off, then wake up just in time to over another and come right here and finish the vicious  cycle. It's our fault though. We let go of our aspirations long ago. At least we can provide ourselves as examples of what not to be while bringing laughter with us. Anyways, that was an interesting little bit of history you gave us there. But even with such stallions with fighting credentials wearing it, I don't see a benefit if its use in battle other than shock and awe. I mean sure, pants in the end won't do much for you either, but they at least cover you up for every bit you got back there." 

[Lordav 3,427]

@Gloomfury

 

"Guerrilla Warfare? Now where is the glory and honor in that? The army has to march head on in the enemy, not plan and ambush. There is no point in victory without honor and glory." The guide answered, "war isnt only about winning, its about bringing glory to your country and hiding in the bushes will never bring honor."

[Gloomfury 243]

@@Lordav,

 

 "But it's more effective. Plus glory in war is overrated. Better to attack from the shadows then lose half your men in a full on attack. We infiltrate the inside, then we slowly take everyone outs from the inside and the outside till everyone is gone.  Less suffering and less collateral damage. Less costly as well." She hold her head up in pride. " Glory in war is a means to a end, glory in life is more rewording in the long run."

 

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@@SharpWit,

 

 Flits laughed. "Well, during the old times when the great clans were at war, my clan append to be the wildest and rowdiest of them all. My granddad told me of a great battle between our clan and another.   We were always at each others throats. Getting into scraps for nothing. During one battle to really get at the other clan they turned around and left up their kilts," He laughed. "That really got them steamed. And there's lots of reasons why they're good in battle.

 

More leg room for running. Sure you could go without clothes but then you wouldn't have something worm on your body. There's places you can carry things. If you can't tell, my kilt has pockets and a pouch on the front  and side that are good for carrying food, maps, even small weapons just in case. Also," He reached into his pouch and pulled out a cigar that he got from the Kaiser. He hold it out for the stallion. "It's good for carrying cigars. maybe a flask. Got this from the Kaiser himself, after sneaking in my own." He let a few puffs of smoke from the cigar that was still in his mouth. 

[Lordav 3,427]

@@Gloomfury

 

"Hardly more efficient... Small guerilla raids will barely take out enough enemies to make a difference... A large battle is an opportunity to destroy the enemy army almost completly and prove that there is no way for them to win, forcing a surrender. Also, it would bring death to civilians. Due to not wearing uniform, innocent civilians can easily be confused with soldiers and will pay the price. We have fought against this type of warfare long ago, when invading the western tribes... They had no choice but to surrender... Or face extermination."

[SharpWit 2,614]

@@Gloomfury, "You snuck in your own cigar into the palace?" He said in a hushed voice. "Don't go around telling ponies that. You could be arrested and made to do hard labor, or worse. Just because you're not from around here, doesn't mean you won't be pardoned for anything. At least more than once."

[Gloomfury 243]

@@Lordav,

 

"But we don't believe in that. Before Quinacta was settled there were tribes who dwell on the land as well. But instead of invading the Dons negotiated and bought the land and invited them to join. They did and now we live on good terms. They have their one patch of land where they live and own most of the farms. Some of our people live there to and help out.  

 

There is no point to war and invading. No one like a nation who thinks they're entitled to others land. If you want it so bad, make a deal that works good for both parties. Not go right for the rifle

 

And like I said, we want to prevent collateral damage. There is no reason you can't stop fighting to help others in need. Only a monster wouldn't care about the safety of others and just lay siege on a random town just because your enemy lives there.  

 

This world is for all beings, not just a few." Sunny was getting angry now. 

 

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@@SharpWit, 

 

Flits chuckled. "Please, I've had to do worse aft getting in trouble. And it's not like I sneaked  in a pistol. Sure the Kaiser seemed a little reluctant, but he didn't seem to want me to get in trouble. So he gave me some cigars.  And like you say I'm not from around here, I don't know all your laws.  So I might be able to get away with it. Plus I never met a guard that I couldn't outrun or fly."

[Lordav 3,427]

@Gloomfury

 

"It is not always about land, and sometimes the ither will not back down. That usually leads to arms being fired. Yet, these are usually conventional, meaning no civilians are to be harmed and only millitary personel are to engage. It has rules, guerilla warfare breaks this rules therefore annuls the terms of conventional warfare, this will result in the enemy spreading to every citizen of the oposing nation that does not surrender. And one must ask... How does one win a war if not by seiging... And capturing enemy cities...?"

[Gloomfury 243]

@@Lordav,

 

"By taking out it's leaders. Taking out the head and brains of the operation. With no one to lead, there will be dismay. With dismay there wont be order. Without order, you get sloppy. If we were to ever to be invaded we aim right for the head, the eyes, the ears, the throat. Anything that will cripple the army in anyway." Her eyes were blazing. " "We will be harsh, we will be brutal, and will show no mercy to whoever threatens us." That is the motto of the general of combat. We may only be a militia, but we know what we are doing.

 

In our way of fighting, everyone goes to arms, not just the pawns. The Capos, the generals, even the head Don himself would gladly stand on the front lines. We show no fear to anyone, not to other nations, no to our commanders, not even to death."

[Lordav 3,427]

@Gloomfury

 

"Killing... Officers... But that is against the fundamental rules of warfare. Such crimes would result in the use of unnecessary violence and weapons of mass destruction that wouldn't be used otherwise. Weapons that would destroy life in am area for years. This risking the lives of all, combatants and civilians. Total war against a professional army would lead to certain doom for a militia contingent, no-matter the skill. From simple starving to mass genocide. I think you noticed there are no Pegasi around here anymore... This was due to a genocide more than 1000 years ago. Torture, violence and destruction would turn even the toughest pony to fear. War without rules would become a monster that i don't expect you to understand. I don't either... Only heard and ready the history... How can a simple war turn an army of decent ponies into atrocity committing monsters, i don't know... But i know it has happened and it can happen again."

[Gloomfury 243]

@@Lordav,

 

"When it comes to rules of engagement, we have the right to deal with whoever attacks our home in any way we see fit. Plus, we the kind of people who like to write our own rules. But like I said, we don't have plans to start wars. Doing that will only make nations, like this one, think of something as horrible as genocide. The only time we'll fight is when we're threaten. Cause like I said, thirst for war is a means to a end. A very bloody end." She turned around and head back to the palace. 

[Lordav 3,427]

@Gloomfury

 

He follows a bit,

"I dont think you realize. Our history is full of it before the rules were drawn. War seemed very similar to what u described... And it always ended in death. No rules mean no limits. A few examples. The burning of entire cities with its citizens still in. The poisoning of an entire nation leading to the death of all its owners and and living creature. If you say your ... Dons care about they're people they would send them away in the 'not fear death' way. If a fight comes that would only lead to their demise, they should realize and surrender, not send everybody to fight to selfishly keep their power and independence. If you dont believe me, take a look from the palace observatory over that mountain range... Youll see nothing bit grey soil... No plants... No life. That used to be a fertile land with a population of more than 1,000,000... They were all butchered and tortured due to their refusal to surrender... Mares fillies the old, even their pets alike...The land was then poisoned to make sure nothing will ever live there again as an example of what would happen to those that refuse surrender. Our history is not one were proud of, but the one that shaped us. And we need to establish rules to stop it from happening again! Do not make the mistakes we have done thousands of years ago..."

 

Two guards stopped him as he tried to enter the palace after her. He turned around and walked back to the carriage.

[SharpWit 2,614]

@@Gloomfury, "No one gets into the palace without having to give up everything on them besides their own cloths. You're lucky you weren't literally dragged across town or something else! That's what happened to the last guy, and he simply forgot to remove a pen. They don't care what it is you had on you. Everything is considered contraband if it wasn't approved to go beyond those doors. Before you do anything in this city, you need to ask yourself, would anyone not approve of you doing it. Follow that and you should be fine." He took a sip from his mug. "And as far as trying to run or fly away, forget it. This is the capital. Here the law is enforced by  top notch soldiers, and the best snipers in the sky who won't hesitate to shoot."

[Gloomfury 243]

@@SharpWit,

 

Flits shrugged. "Eh, When I was in training they made us dodge live rounds while flying. So I think it wont be that bad. Beside, I'm not gonna try and start trouble. The head Don will have my ares if he heard about it. " He ordered himself a large drink and drank it one go. When he was done he grabbed what was left of his silver and hooked it on his  kilts belt. "It's been grand, but I'm gonna take a walk around. Maybe find a inn to Sleep and then head off tomorrow." He gave the stallion a pat on the back along with a grin. "Well, beannachd leat. That means goodbye in Gaelic. A language some Highlanders use."

 

After saying bye to everyone else he was out the door, heading down the street to look for an inn.

 

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@@Lordav,

 

 Sunny thought about what the guide told her as she made her way back to her room. When she goth there the took off her dress and let her mane down. After asking the servants to leave, she lied down on the bed, staring up at the ceiling, still in thought about this lands history.

Edited April 11, 2015 by Gloomfury

[SharpWit 2,614]

@@Gloomfury, (You have a room at the palace that you can stay at if you want.)

 

The stallions gave their goodbyes, and continued on with what they were doing. Outside clouds had formed and it began to drizzle lightly. The bat ponies in the streets ignored it as if it wasn't even there, not caring tat they were getting wet. The only ones who sought cover were two finely dressed Unicorns who came out of a cheese shop with a spell cast over them. They quickly got into a carriage and went on their way. A colt with a hat draped over his eyes bumped into Flits. He apologized without looking back and a ripping of fabric could be heard as a knife had cut through the pouch containing the silver. He then proceeded to gallop away thinking he had made off with a decent sum.

[Gloomfury 243]

@@SharpWit,

 

 Flits smirked, This was the first time he was robbed in a new land. So he couldn't help find it funny. Thought of his youth came back as he remembered whenever he pick pocket wealthy ponies. He quickly turned around and flew after the  colt, easily catching up to him. When he was close enough he picked him up by the scruff and flow about two stories up. He gave the colt a grin, letting some smoke from his cigar seep out his mouth. "Ya know, if'ya asked nicely I would have give ye some." 

 

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Mean while back in Guinacta. The Dons were in another meeting, discussing expanding their borders. After about an house they decided to start out with a bit of land that was close and unclaimed.  They sent out about five scouts to settle, seven from the combat platoon for protection and two flying messengers. They then maid their way towards the patch of land with haste before someone else decided to claimed it. 

[SharpWit 2,614]

@@Gloomfury, (You'll need a lot more than that to officially claim that much land)

 

The colt made a small noise of alarm at being lifted up but quickly relaxed. He looked into the face of the pegasus and nervously laughed. A whistle came from below, and he tossed the pouch down, and it was gone as another colt grabbed it and jumped down into a storm drain, quickly shutting the lid behind him and dashing off into the many wet dark tunnels beneath the streets. "If I asked nicely would you let me go?" he asked.

[Gloomfury 243]

@@SharpWit, ((They're just scouting the land first, then when they set up a camp they'll start bringing in others to help settle.)) 

 

Flits then gave the colt an evil grin as more smoke seeped out his mouth. "Big mistake, lad." He flew up even higher, going over the building and even above the clouds."Now your first mistake was taking money from a stallion you didn't bother to scout out first to see if he was dangerous or not. Your second mistake was letting your buddy leave ya in a lot of trouble." He was now way past the clouds, you could barely make out the beings down below. 

 

He then stopped and got right into the colts face with a look scary enough to put the fear of the devil in him. "Now, would ya be willing to tell me where ya buddy might have run off to, or do I have to give ye a flying lesson?" One the outside he seemed like he really would do such a thing, but on the inside he was just trying to scare him.

[SharpWit 2,614]

@@Gloomfury, A hot air balloon rises behind them and four bat ponies in white uniform aim their needle guns( a bolt action rifle that takes paper cartridges) at the pegasus directly, peering through their scopes. One of them says, "According to Title two, Section two,O one of the Child Abuse Prevention and Treatment Act, I must ask you to place the child safely back on the ground or hereby be judged. If you do not comply, the sentence is death." The colt looked even more nervous.

[Gloomfury 243]

@@SharpWit,

 

 Flits let out a sigh. "Shite." He said under his breath. He then gave the stallions a grin. "Ya got the wrong idea boys. The lad just asked me to fly him up here. He wanted to see what it was like  to be so high up. Ain't that right, laddy?" He then leaned his head close to the colt without looking away from the stallions. Next he spoke in a hush tone where only he could hear. "Look kid, help me out here. If ya do and tell me where ya mate ran of with my silver, I'll give ya half of the bag. And if ya start makin' a fuss they might shoot me and we'll both end up falling to our death."