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Weather: Warm and sunny, but with a peculiar sort of silence to the air Date: September Tenth, 5150 Current Events: The Grand Galloping Gala Description: This biannual event was always intended to be one of celebration and delight, even if politics and stodginess did often get in the way. But this year, there is no doubt that the very nature of the Gala has been irrevocably altered. Begun by Princess Celestia after her Sister's banishment, now the Gala is being continued by Princess Luna after Celestia's death. This site appears best in Chrome, Firefox and Opera browsers.
Lord Gale: The proud gryphons of Roc's Rock will never bow to any of you pretender kings. This has been the home of our fathers and our father's fathers for a thousand generations. We will die before we give up our traditions!
Oh! Ohonhonhonhon! I just love how all of you cutesy leetle sparrows think zhat you are a bunch of Griffon Kings! Now step aside and let ze true king, GRIFFOIRE (pronounced Gree-FWAH), take his throne! Otherwise, I may just have to disembowel all of you and FORCE you all to bow to me by raising you from ze dead and making you my undead minions! Ohonhonhonhon!
Ze rest of you, aside from Lord Gale, are too spineless to even state your names and prowess! Deed you know zhat I, Griffoire, have never turned down a battle? My accent may fool you, with it being Prench and all, but with me winneeng most of zhose battles, I don't think zhat stereotype applies to me. And eef you try to eensult my accent or say zhat I am a 'cheese eating surrender birdie', you get FORTY YEARS IN ZE DUNGEON! OHONHONHON!
And Lord Gale, Roc's Pebble has some nice gemstones under eet zhat you don't seem to want, but I really do. I'd suggest packeeng your bags before I stuff your leetle rock full of powder explosives and blast eet to pieces!
This post has been edited by JM95: Mar 9 2013, 05:35 AM
Really, Griffoire? Declaring war that quickly? I, Emperor Nameada, would certainly value my subjects far more than that. If you were to invade, I highly suggest that you actually figure out how you would do it with minimal loss of life, or unlife in your case. Although, given that you seem WAY too full of yourself for my tastes, I suggest you launch a full invasion directly against their steepest cliffs. They'll never see it coming.
Griffoire: Je m’en fou! Griffoire does what he wants, putain! And anyway, I am not zhat stupeed! I can fly airsheeps over ze place and bomb eet to oblivion! And when zhey are softened up, I can send een paratroopers! Have you eve heard of an airsheep before, Nameada? Oh, zhat's right!
*begins speaking in a whiny voice* Oooooh, I'm Nameada, ze emperor of some place or sometheeng, and I've never seen an airsheep before! Zhat's right! It's me, No-Tech Nameada! I am trembling from intimidation!
What is it that the commoners use again? Oh yes, sarcasm. I think I will try some of that common sarcasm. "Wow. Using airships against a territory whose citizens can naturally fly. You must be some kind of military genius."
Ooh, yes, sarcasm is wonderful, don't you agree? And you, Prench dude with the wacky name, I do in fact know what an airship is. Air sheep, not so much, but I'd assume it'll go down just as well if you light it on fire. Now, if you'll excuse me, I find myself in need of a coffee and maybe some soup. It is getting toward lunch after all.