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Shadowrunner Darkfire

Member Since 23 Jun 2013
Offline Last Active Sep 30 2017 09:41 PM
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[outside Eqwestria] The metal lands IC (open)

07 August 2017 - 01:24 AM

You awaken in what appears to be an in, with no clue where you are or how you got there. The walls are made of cobblestone bound together by chromed metal supports. Various and overly stylized blades and helmets decorate the walls and all the patrons appear are garbed in leather jackets, studded or spiked accessories and boots. The Mare behind the counter beckons you over. The light of the fire of the hearth reflecting off her many piercings and causing her Mohawk to cast a long shadow. 

[Outside Equestria] (open) Metal Lands OOC

07 August 2017 - 01:16 AM

Far off the edge of the map, past the edge of the world lay the metal lands. Home of the barbarian tribes of Gwar Gwar Dwellers of the steel horn mountains The Killmisters of Motorhoof pass, The Leather clad priests of Halford and countless others. An epic quest to best the monstrous beasts, perform great acts of heroism and mosh your way through this strange spiked and studded land awaits you. Please the gods of metal and be rewarded. 

[Map spanning] The hunt for the Changeling Queen. (OOC Open)

31 July 2017 - 05:00 AM

You are among a small group of ponies standing in front of a bounty board in the local Ponyvillie inn. Normally it sits empty or has a request to find a missing item or lost pet with the reward being a small sum of bits or a home cooked meal. The bounty business is normally a rather mundane or peaceful thing. The guards or the resident heroes take care of most things that pose a threat.
 
Today how ever was different, a lone flyer is pinned to the center of the board. A wanted poster, with a face most ponies knew and had learned to fear. The bounty was for one Queen Chrysalis. After the reform of the changelings most had thought her dealt wit, they were wrong. Rumors of loyalist changelings being spotted deep in the ever free and on the outskirts of Equestria were whispered far and wide. This how ever was not the sole motive for her capture.
 
 Though she had fled and abandoned them, to the reformed changelings Queen Chrysalis was still their mother and they held out hope that she may yet be reformed. Their desire to see her returned to them. King Thorax and The Princess's Celestia and Luna all backing the contract and ensuring the payment. One million bits for the live capture and safe return of Queen Chrysalis. The Bounty read as follows. 
 
By the authority granted by the Equestrian government, by the Princesses of the Sun and Moon and by the newly crowned King thorax of the Reformed Changelings. The Equestrian treasury here by posts a bounty for the live capture and safe return of Queen Chrysalis to the Canterlot dungeons. Payment will be given upon positive identification of Queen Chrysalis in either one lump sum or over several payments. For more information see the nearest royal guard representative. 

[Map spanning] The hunt for the Changeling Queen. (IC Open)

31 July 2017 - 04:58 AM

You are among a small group of ponies standing in front of a bounty board in the local Ponyvillie inn. Normally it sits empty or has a request to find a missing item or lost pet with the reward being a small sum of bits or a home cooked meal. The bounty business is normally a rather mundane or peaceful thing. The guards or the resident heroes take care of most things that pose a threat.
 
Today how ever was different, a lone flyer is pinned to the center of the board. A wanted poster, with a face most ponies knew and had learned to fear. The bounty was for one Queen Chrysalis. After the reform of the changelings most had thought her dealt wit, they were wrong. Rumors of loyalist changelings being spotted deep in the ever free and on the outskirts of Equestria were whispered far and wide. This how ever was not the sole motive for her capture.
 
 Though she had fled and abandoned them, to the reformed changelings Queen Chrysalis was still their mother and they held out hope that she may yet be reformed. Their desire to see her returned to them. King Thorax and The Princess's Celestia and Luna all backing the contract and ensuring the payment. One million bits for the live capture and safe return of Queen Chrysalis. The Bounty read as follows. 
 
By the authority granted by the Equestrian government, by the Princesses of the Sun and Moon and by the newly crowned King thorax of the Reformed Changelings. The Equestrian treasury here by posts a bounty for the live capture and safe return of Queen Chrysalis to the Canterlot dungeons. Payment will be given upon positive identification of Queen Chrysalis in either one lump sum or over several payments. For more information see the nearest royal guard representative. 

Black powder [final]

31 July 2017 - 03:36 AM

Role play area: LOE/FFA
Name: Black powder 
Sex: Female
Age: Young adult 
Species: Earth pony 
Eye Color: Light blue 
Fur Color: Smike gray 
Mane and Tail color: Midnight black 
Physique: Light frame semi muscular 
Residence: A Vardo(Think Trixie's cart home) , constantly on the move where ever work takes her. 
Occupation: Demolitionist and fireworks displays. 
Cutie Mark: Classic style bomb with the fuze lit. 
 
Always followed by the acrid scent of freshly burnt gunpowder, Kerosene and an ever so slight tinge of burnt hair. Where ever she works, the percussive thumps of massive explosions and the flash of incendiary devices roasting whatever is within their reach is sure to follow. Fire works to large explosives and the more exotic end of magical explosives if it goes boom, she can make it work. 
 
Her talent for all things that go boom was discovered while at the summer sun festival. While the other children were content with the small bangs and pops at this point the little fireworks weren't enough. She had always loved the holiday but now she needed more. She snuck off to the shed where all the gardening supplies were kept, a bag of fireworks and kitchen chemicals in tow. 
 
With in a few hours, it was done. Her first foray into pyrotechnics was complete. By this time it was the dead of night, her family was asleep as were the neighbors, but that wouldn't last too long. Hefting the tube that would act as the launcher and putting it in place she dropped her creation in, it slid down the tube and hit the bottom with a clunk. Her heart skipped a beat, and after a moment she mustered up the courage to lite the fuse.  It slowly ran down, softly hissing all the way. 
 
It was the dead of night, everyone was asleep. Was being the operative word. The defining Crump as the "firework" went screaming out of its launcher was as loud as anything that had been used during that day's festival. The fruits of her labor roared high into the sky and just like that, it was day. Or at least it looked like it, the explosion tearing was blinding in its beauty, a massive show in one shell. When the light faded and night returned every light in Canterlot was one once more. 
 
The guards eventually found where it came from. If the smoking and smoldering tube in the back yard were not evidence enough, the laughing little filly with a classic round bomb with a lit fuse as her brand new cutie mark told them all they needed to know. As she grew older she eventually got a job in demolitions and put her talents to a more legal use.