Les mots d'Arcon étaient si puissants que Scroll reprit ses sens. Il était encore dans l'étreinte du Winterjet, son esprit confus et éperdu par ses actes séduisants. Encore quelques instants, il se serait effondré par terre et aurait murmuré comme un bouffon. Maintenant, le savant avait besoin de Winterjet pour l'empêcher de se sentir impuissant par la volonté de l'alicorn. Il commença à secouer ces paroles, car elles contenaient une telle force qui ne pouvait rester silencieuse.
« Je suis un maître de la bourse », a déclaré M. Scroll. "Je ne peux pas parler pour l'ordre." Il n'était pas utile de cacher des choses maintenant - son corps a déjà assez donné. "Comment nous connaissiez-vous?" il a demandé en émerveillement. Même sous le pouvoir du Gardien des Portes, la curiosité de Scroll a eu le meilleur de lui.
Sweeper a lâché Amiferia sur les mots d'Arcon. Son sourire a disparu et était sur le point de s'opposer au commandement de son frère - elle voulait aussi voir sa collection, et peut-être amener Scroll aussi. Mais pour elle le mot «insupportable» de lui a fait que l'alicorne grise tient sa langue. Sweeper s'inclina la tête dans la honte, sachant que ses parents avaient raison. J'y vais encore, je saute devant et je cause des ennuis, pensa Sweeper. Peut-être que je n'aurais jamais dû venir ici - tout ce que je fais, c'est gâcher les choses pour tout le monde.
Elle leva la tête, aussi sombre qu'elle le ressentait, quand Arcon commença à questionner Scroll. Sliver se sentait un peu mieux pour voir défiler dans l'étreinte de la compagne de Thea. Mais elle a alors froncé de voir que le Pony de la Terre était interrogé, comme s'il n'était rien d'autre qu'un enfant. Même si elle ne voulait pas que Scroll se sente mal à l'aise, Sweeper ne voulait pas offenser son frère. Elle se tenait près d'Amiferia en silence.
(This isn't too late, right?)
Name- Armifera Imperatrix
Species – Alicorn
Gender – Female
Coat/Eyes/Mane/Cutie Mark: A mane the color of steel erupts from a short ponytail pulled up behind her head. Her amber eyes burn with an innate flame, seeming to make the very air before them shimmer with heat. Her coat is a light marble that seems to glimmer with a coppery sheen in light. A cutie mark of two intricately inlaid crossed swords with silvery hilts the shape of a stylized heart decorates her flank when not covered in armor. Her two swords sheathed at her sides are a constant sight, never leaving her side and able to be transformed to fit whatever fighting style she needs, though they take the default form of two of these. An angular breastplate of blued steel emblazoned with her cutie mark sits prominently on her chest. Sturdy greaves and other armor of the same metal cover her legs, intersecting perfectly to provide maximum mobility as well as protection.
Spheres of influence: Martial Arts, Swordplay, Passion, Strategy, Whiskey
Powers and abilities:
- "Standard" Alicorn abilities
- She has an innate skill with blades, only honed further by years of practice. In swordplay she is unrivaled.
- To augment her physical blades, she can conjure ethereal weapons of almost any sort.
- She can sense passion for a cause in the heart of a pony, unless they be exceptionally well defended mentally.
- She has a faster than normal reaction speed and ability to think clearly under stress
- She is well versed in the arts of battle magic, though her knowledge of other fields has suffered as a result
Seat of Power: Flying City Cloudsdale
Number of followers: She doesn't keep an accurate count, but a quick estimate might place them at several hundred, if not far more.
Divine Blessing: Those she confers her blessing unto find a blade turns quicker in their grasp, strikes harder, feels lighter, and that they can tell what their opponent will do next greater ease; they will also find that their passions will hold more resolute in their hearts against discouragement and doubt.
Purpose: Armifera may not fear war, but she bears no love for it either. She seeks to bring about an end to the war that tears the land of ponies apart, and restore peace, backed by force of arms.
Divine Flaw: Her brash and proud nature hinders her when it comes to accepting advice, and she will take any insult to her honor or skill as a deeply personal offense- worthy of physical retaliation.
Other:
-Armifera considers force as just another tool, and one that must be kept at it's sharpest, thus she will be heavily inclined to deal with a problem by stabbing it, rather than a different option.
-She held much respect for Commander Hurricane and his pegasus warriors, and would even whisper to them in dream on occasion, such as the eve of a great battle. She is heavily inclined towards House Stormwing as a result.
-When not slaying anything, or speaking in a precursor to slaying, she has a rather easygoing, jovial personality, more than happy to swig a pint and laugh heartily about battles past than maintain the reserved demeanor one might expect of an Alicorn.