The Four Nations (The RP)

banned because I was an accident ;-;

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Ultra Violet's eyes were aching from staring at her ancient tomes for so long. Ever since the split of nations, spellbooks were hard to come by, and usually tattered and worn from generations of trade and theft. She cursed beneath her breath, turning the page over ever so delicately as another rumble of thunder echoed within her cozy cloud cave. The dark purple pony's face was lit up with the shivering light of the dozens of candles that circled her desk. She rubbed a hoof to her forehead, her horn aching with the stress of over-study. Finally, the unicorn turned away from the dratted book, sighing heavily. As usual, a storm raged outside her crystalline window, sending spindly webs of lighting across the velvet sky. She admired the majestic clash of light and dark that warred outside her haven for a moment, savoring its beauty. With a sentimental smile, the witch made her way across the cave, pausing to stir the cauldron bubbling on her firepit. She lifted the spoon to her lips, tasting the brew delicately; and devoured it with a grin. The onion soup was going perfectly, and nothing went with a stormy, lonely evening better then onion soup. She put out the fire, poured herself a bowl, and walked across the cave. Ultra Violet stretched her limbs, eyeing the softly glowing orb that rested near her bed, but was glad to see that none of Tremalion's minions had been trying to reach her. She relaxed in her bed, sinking into the blankets with relief. Near the ceiling, she heard the flapping of her familiar's wings as the albino bat came spiraling down. Her pet settled on his perch nearby, swinging to hang upside down, and throwing Violet the goofy, half-cocked grin that always helped her sleep better at night.

 

Velvet was at the desk of her shop, writing a musical partition of violin. She was absolutely bored, since not a lot of ponies needed some magical quills or enchanted objects in the Solar Empire. It was about time she closed her boutique, as usual, persued to sell nothing, when the door of her shop opened. A tall pony walked in, and dropped two bids on the desk, took a black umbrella, and left. Velvet looked at the money, then a the door closing. At least she selled something.

 

Snow went through the pile of reports stacked on her desk, Sweet Heculius, this job is tiring, she thought. Most of the reports were just finacial reports from the many mines and farms of the West, though occasionally she would run into a military report. She opened one that ended up being about the Lunar Island, the Lunar Kingdom's newest addition, "A new Minister of Defense had been brought in for Fury (The codename for the Lunar Island), spies suggest that with this new Minister, guard on the island will increase dramatically, but like always, is still more focused on Fury than Mainland." Snow read softly. She then floated the report over to a tube, which it was sucked down into. She slid away from the desk to catch a little break, her mind wondered to her friends that were now seperated from her from the split, Kleft, from the Infinity Gate, Dark, her best friend, and many others. Snow sighed as she drifted into the arms of unconciousness.

 

Firebreeze walked about the West Capital. It was his first day off in awhile, and quite frankly, he had no idea what to do. Training had been top priority for the past months, he wanted his troops tough and ready for action in the front lines. He sighed and sat at a bench. He missed his Extreme Weather Team job immensely, but even if he wanted to go back, he couldn't. The team spilt up not too long ago. As for the rest of his friends, Firebreeze had no idea where any of them were, he could only hope that they would meet again.

 

Velvet was still working with her partitions, when another pony dared to enter her shop. "Welcome in the Dark Sphere, how can i help you?"
Velvet Purple looked at her sister. "As i can see, you had no customerz today."
Velvet haze looked down at the filly. "No! I have sold an Umbrella~!"
Purple sighed. "You're pathetic. How can you own a shop, in the middle of the city, and have no cutsomers. And, also, with a sale in a month, how can you pay the rent?"
Haze closed her eyes, and a bag of bids appeared on the desk. "This is the money for the rent. Hidden under the desk~! Isn't it a good idea to create money?"
"You're pathetic. If you need me, i'll be studying upstairs. And please, don't call me for dinner too early, i've got a whole book to read over, and it sure is more boring than doing your job for a week."
"How can you say, sis', if you had never tried~?"
Purple looked right into her sister's eyes. "Your fake joy noticeable in your voice, and every little movement you d shows you are ankylosed after been sitten over your papers for too long. It tells me that you've done nothing but working on your paritions today. You'll show me later?"
"If you insist, my dear. Now go and study, while i make you some tea~."

 

The morning came silently. In fact, Ultra woke because of the eerie silence. It was strange that they would get any peaceful bouts in the Storm Kingdom, especially with the overworked factories. She rose from her bed, yawning and stretching, to stand before her window. A pattern of rainbow hues dappled her cave, glowing brightly as sunlight spilled through her crystal window. The view was magnificent; Heavy, churning stormclouds, roiling quietly, as the morning sunrise tints them bright pink and gold. She examined the mass of twisting, sophisticated city-scape below her, a blend of civilization and factory pumping along like a living creature, fueled by steam-powered gears. The unicorn was out of place in the ragged half-citadel of Cloudsdale, despite the professional and political respect she had gained. Her unique and powerful magics worked well with the industrial sciences, aiding the war-driven King of Storms to construct more machinery. She sighed as she examined her duties in this different, morning-hued light, but then squared her shoulders and lifted her head. She had joined the forces of Storms to defy the Princess Luna, who had shunned her away as a foal. The unicorn witch had admired the mystical Princess for ages, even before she had fallen from the moon and realized her place beside her sister. Ultra had studied her heart out, abandoning a family who suffocated her to chase knowledge, and giving up the privilege of friendship or joy. She had followed in the Princess's hoovesteps, finally discovering a spell to create mock wings to mimic her even further. Of course she designed hers to resemble a bat's, but she still had not impressed Luna. She shook her head lightly to dispel the saddening thoughts, and reassured herself that she would achieve her dreams.

 

Dark piloted the jet in a final practice run, she felt strange, flying without her wings, but she had to make sure everthing was ready. The Storms Nation had the highest manufacturing rate outside of the Solar Empire, and any factory that was redundant was turned into a war factory. The Storm Military was heavily machinized, shown by the rows of tanks. jets, and other vechiles below Dark. She came in for a landing, and the moment she was out of the thing, she spread her wings and took off, enjoying the wind as she flew at speeds similar to that of the jets. She was the fastest pegasus in the Nation of Storms and was pround of it, she always felt a great weight lifted off her shoulders when she flew fast. She decided to go straight up and punched a whole in the overcast that always hung over the Storm Nation, mostly because of Tremalion's place as the King of Storms. Dark landed on top of a mountain, the highest point in North Cloudsdale, in on the edge of the horizon, she could see a small strip of clear skies, the beginning of Heculius' realm.

 

Firebreeze decided to fly around the city, simply because he had nothing else to do. He had learned to do much more with his fire trail than before. Most of what he had learned was for fighting, but the rest was for show. He flew around the Capitol building and shot up into the air and landed on a cloud. He looked over the land and sighed. He missed the good old days.

 

A slightly buff pony walked through the mine covered in dirt and rock bits inside of his mane the sound of metal to rock was music to his ears as he walked down the barley lighted mine shaft. He finally found a good spot, a place where the ores that weren't to little he reached into his bag and used his magic to get out a big pickaxe. He grunted as he lifted the pickaxe over his head and swung the the large tool and sparks went everywhere the hole he made was about 2 inches deep. He looked at the hole and spotted a iron ore he looked around the room and used his magic to pull out the iron ore with ease and quickly put it inside of his bag making sure no pony was looking.
After a 2 hours of back breaking work he managed to find a good amount of ores but not enough to finish the two metal chains he has been working on. But he had to put half of the ores inside the cart beacuse if the guards figured he was stealing some of the ores he would be in deep trouble. Ore groaned and continued to whack at the wall hoping to find more iron so he could get out of this place.

 

Ultra Violet had devoured another bowl of onion soup. She wore a contented smile as she summoned the spell to create her wings. It always took considerable energy, but she had perfected the art so she could preform normally with the other ponies of Stormsdale. [[I'm assuming we can call it that?]] After a bright pulse of purple energy emitted from her horn and encased her body, she emerged with the membraned, indigo wings of a bat. She put on a black cloak to cover her shoulders and a hood to hide her face, and swiftly flew from the entrance of her cave.

The day was just beginning, but already a sparkling grey mist had arose from the heavy storm clouds. It clotted the air, but fortunately Ultra's thin wings sliced through the moisture like butter. Despite her heritage, she had taken to flying quite well. The pony glided in gentle arcs and swirls, descending slowly to the busy city. She eyed the traffic of workers and civilians, tracking the patterns of fastest flow, and finally she had settled to the highway. Along with other ponies, she made her way to the market. There were several herbs and ingredients she desperately needed, as well as a new telescope to study the stars since her old one cracked. She studied each crowded stall anxiously. If she could not find certain components here, she would just have to go find them herself.

 

Velvet Haze went to the kitchen to make some tea for her sister. She always took one of Haze's teas when she studied, because Haze was a fine alchemist, and could infuse spells with the tea leaves. Haze used her magic to make the water boil, and mixed several spices to make a delicious, yet magical tea wich helped to focus. She put a cup on a plate, along with a bodom tea pot, and waiten till the water reached 94 °C. Then, she put the water in the bodom tea-pot, and went upstairs to give it to her sister. She put the plate in front of the door, and knocked discretly. She went out downstairs without waiting her sister to open the door, and went at the desk of her boutique. No customers, as always.

 

Ore had finally finished his work and he bag was half filled with iron the crowd of ponies working with him were also leaving but a new group of ponies filling their spots. He exited the mine and suddenly the wind blew back his mane he walked through the wind entering the capital.
He walked through the town bumbing into ponies not glancing back and had made it to the medium sized building and entered the the colorless building and suddenly a wall of heat blasted right into him.
This was his forge this is where he spends much of his time he neared the magma and his horn started to glow and tools went to him he poured the ores into the magma. He waited for twenty minutes and poured the magma into a mold shaped like a chain he used some magic and the chain solid and iron. He smiled and pulled out another short chain and put the two together and a used his magic to combine the two making a 6 foot chain. Suddenly his door opened was slammed opened he looked at the pony and when he entered the magma's light he was wearing guard armor and he looked angry, his smile suddenly turned into frown.

 

Silver Shield stepped off the boat onto the docks of Lunar Island. He immediately walked straight for the military base; that was likely the only place he would have any fun on this island; the whole thing was just farms, farms, mines, blah blah blah as far as he was concerned. How these people could live without machines was beyond him.

As an official military field mechanic, he had almost unrestricted access to the military bases, as long as he kept his badge with him. Mechanics were very important in this nation; because of their limited industry, every machine salvaged was one less that had to be built, and that was worth a lot.

 

The guard slowly walked over to Ore and he knew where this was going he looked around and in the corner of his eye he saw the 6 foot chain, the guard was now moving faster Ore had no time to waste. His horn glowed and the chain went zooming to him he broke the chain into two 3 feet chains he made the chains wrap around his hooves and he threw the first chain to trip him and the second whipped him right in the face. The guard was blasted back and slammed into the wall Ore quickly ran to him and stole his coin pouch and ran for it he knew he had to go somewhere far away from this place.