The Griffonian Empire groans…

It is March of 1007, and Grover V, emperor of all* griffons, has breathed his last. His empire is broken after secessions and a devastating revolution, his power stolen by schemers in his court, and his only son underage. A regency council, made up of the nobles and clergy of the empire, is being assembled to rule in the stead of four-year-old Grover VI.

Ferdinand Dawnclaw, like many others within the empire, remembers how the last regency went down. Unlike many others, he doesn’t intend to let history repeat itself.

“Those that fail to learn from history are doomed to repeat it.”
- Winston Churchill

The worldbuilding, and several persons in the story (including Dawnclaw) are credited to the dev team of Equestria at War, the MLP Hearts of Iron 4 mod.
This story generally adheres to the “canon”, but I have tweaked certain events, added original characters, and maybe slightly tweaked Dawnclaw’s character. This is all done to create a good story, not because the source material is terrible.
Equestria at War Wiki
Griffonian Empire lore

Here's EAW's timeline btw

And here is an image of the map of EAW + Europe.

Late Victorian era Europe of 1888 is inserted into the EAW universe in their respective year of 774ALB (Just after Grover I fails his invasion of Sicameon). Also, none of the Europeans remain human. Discord blushes.

Grover I, or the soon-to-be, "The Blessed," rests his creaky bones as he receives news of the defeat against Sicameon. Grover II will remember that. He pays little mind to this advancement, after all, he expected as much considering he only sent a meagre force mostly comprised of levies and Acquilean sellswords in his so-called 'military expedition,' though, he regrets the unifying effect he inadvertently initiated on the Parishes.

Across the sea, Celestia, as always carefully schemes and manipulates the fates of her neighbours, namely, Severyana, of which royal family and attached royal court she had been patiently nudging into a hyperbolic pit of Tartarus every generation or so to orchestrate a succession crisis. She figured they would blow up in 22 years. Of course, she could just ditch the mind-numbingly slow subtlety and just kick the Tzar in the flank and turn the boyars into ash, but she doubted the proud burghers and peasants of Severyana would appreciate that one bit.

Meanwhile, in Europe.

The Brits wept at the loss of their source of tea.

The Russians purchased a noose upon realising there was nothing past the Ural mountains.

The French erupted in civil disobedience, protests, riots; political and regular violence epidemic, Paris was in ru- oh wait, sorry, France was completely normal.

The Germans drowned themselves in beer. To their wives, 'it was because they had turned into mythical lion-eagle hybrids'. But really, they always finding excuses to get plastered.

The Austro-Hungarians continued to be a tongue-twister, and the powderkeg they sat on turned into a RBMK reactor with Dyatlov in charge.

The Italians surrendered to their mirrors when they awoke.

The Swiss became dragons.

The Spanish pretended that they had lost alot.

The Nords ate glue & paste.

The Balkans became Balkan-ier.

And the Portuguese... Uh, they existed.

Written on a phone.

I don't check my work. (It drains my motivation)

About my writing style: Why yes, I enjoy the mass assault doctrine. How could you tell???

I'm creatively bankrupt and have been playing an unhealthy amount of Victoria III and Equestria at War, and after my 9th playthrough of genocidal Suntail and Funni black flag Russia, I had the brilliant idea of writing a fic with the premise of Victorian Europe tryna scramble up the continents of Equus, Griffonia and Zebrica during their kinda-Renaissance.

It is very niche, but this story is mostly for me. I had to make a part of my brain shut up and unfortunately, my lobotomist got arrested, so I gotta do this now.

Yay, I got featured.

The shitty title pic is mine.

A Japanese Salaryman finds his life cut short by a disgruntled employee. Just before his death he is given an ultimatum by a certain God of Chaos.

Forced into a new world, he – now she – wishes only to once again climb the corporate ladder and live a comfortable life. Unfortunately, she finds herself born in the radically republican former Griffon Duchy of Cloudbury where every citizen clamors for continent-wide revolution, and rampaging bandits prowl the countryside. Could things get any worse?

ERHEBEN SIE DIE TRIKOLOR ÜBER GRIFFENHEIM! FÜR DIE REPUBLIK! DIE REVOLUTION LEBT!

An Equestria at War x Youjo Senki (Tanya the Evil) crossover. A mix of two Alternate World War Universes. The Salaryman (Tanya Degurechaff) is the only character from Youjo Senki in this story. Any understanding of that franchise is not needed (to the point where this is arguably not a crossover).

I wrote this because my EaW installation is constantly crashing for me recently (worked for 4 years with no issues until now... ) so I am writing this to tide me over until it "magically" fixes itself with a patch or something. That, and there is a horrifying amount of monarchist apologism and startling lack of republican fanaticism in the other EaW fics /s.

Most characters are not my own, but made by Lauren Faust, Carlo Zen, or the EaW writing team. However, the source of the cover art of griffon-ized Tanya Degurechaff is all me.

Twenty-three years ago, Equestria endured the final crisis. The last three great villains have been apprehended, Celestia and Luna retired, and Twilight Sparkle took the reins of the country.
Twenty years ago, Equus was shattered. The planet cracked in a great purple flash, bits and debris hurled into sinister cold void.
Seventeen years ago, the first Äther-trains took flight.
Sixteen years ago, the species of Equus reunited.
Fifteen years ago, creatures took off to explore their new world in the sky.
Two weeks ago, a Sky-Captain made a discovery that might change the world forever.
Three days ago, Gallus the gryphon received a cryptic letter from the Crystal Empire, urging him to come.
Now, he sits on the train and ponders, what future holds for him...

A Sunless Skies inspired story.
Big thanks to my delicious friends, Chayn and Kryostasis for help with editing and pre-reading.

This story is a sequel to Sunset in Zebrica

Sunset left the human world dozens of moons ago after being driven out by her friends because of Anon-A-Miss and has embarked on a new journey through Zebrica and the rest of the world.

Wait, what's she doing with mercenaries and revolutionaries?

Set in the Equestria At War Universe
An expansion/prequel for Sunset in Zebrica
Cover art is a commission from zereflueur

Entry for the EaW Writing Contest

The Kingdom of Zaphzia is at war. The restored Prince of Lake City has ordered an invasion of the cossack nation with the goal of rebuilding the long-dead River Empire. The forces of Lake City and her allies have advanced deep into the Evi Valley, but their advance has halted. The small town of Griffmut has stopped its advance toward Kaiv.

Oleksander Clawkiv and the griffons of his company must hold out, for if Griffmut fell Kaiv would fall. It has been a month since the battle around the village began and this final night would decide the battle and possibly decide the war.

In the beginning, The Great Weaver brought together the world, from the mountains to the forests. Stitching it together, the Great Tapestry connects all living and nonliving things.

The Changelings found themselves especially connected to this Tapestry. Legend says that the first Changelings fell through the world as it was woven together, only to be caught on the First Weave beneath it all.

But what happens when something else is caught in the Weave?

Prince Phasmatodea, son of Queen Chrysalis, remembers what it was like before he hatched. He remembers being a human. He remembers dying. And he fully intends on avoiding another death.

But being gifted a new life does not matter when one failure, one false step, will lead to your untimely demise in the Changeling hive, for Prince Phasma must survive his toughest adversary from the start: Mother Dearest.

Cover art as of 1/18/21 by Nixworld

Katerin is dying a slow and painful death. Amongst the provinces of the Griffonian Empire it is the poorest, most lawless hive of scum and villiany that currently stands. Its economy is in shambles and bandits roam freely across the countryside. These matters are not made any better by the rumors of the plague or the poor health of the Emperor (whom is all that is holding this dying empire together).

A confirmed factor making the province worse is the Mad Princess of the realm who seems hellbent on breaking the already broken province with that damned insufferable skull of hers... wait a minute. Did that skull just talk?

Cover Art commissioned by Me on Twitter. The Artist is bird_of_north, they do adorable stuff. Check them out.
An Equestria at War Fiction.
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Featuring-
- Princess Diellza Von Katerinburg (The Mad Princess)(Lover of books) (Let them have Bandits!)
and
- The Glorious Glitterhoof (First of his name)(Most Eligible Inanimate object of 1007)(Tap Dancing Champion of Katerin for 5 years running)

[Based on the EaW 2023 April fools update. Long Live the God-Emperor!]

As Projekt Kristellthron fails (or succeeds, based on who you ask), Grover the Fifith is reborn as the Emperor of Griffonkind, forever upon his golden throne. Despite betrayal from Dawnclaw, Dawnclaw's heresy only ends with the newborn Imperium of Griffonkind rising greater then ever. And as the years go on, the Imperium spreads ever further, until finally, in the mid 1020s, Griffonia, and Griffonkind, are united under one being. The God-Emperor of Griffonkind, the being who was once Grover the Fifth. For he is the physical manifestation of Boreas, Eyr, and Arcturius. Yet, as Griffonia is united and the Emperor dreams of greater conquest for griffonkind. He blinks... and his dream ends.

The age of chaos has come to an end. The Avatar of Chaos, Discord, has been defeated by the valiant actions of the newly-minted alicorn sisters. Their courageous victory has earned them the adoration of their hometown of Evergreen, and they now seek to unite all of ponykind under their banner.

In the disconnected world left in the wake of Discord's reign however, theirs is not the only story to be told. Not all of them even start in their world, for that matter.

Geralt is a unassuming man living a comfortable but mundane existence. While not dissatisfied with his own life, he has always dreamed of what it would be like to make more of himself. To be able to live a life of adventure and glory, to steer the wheels of history.

Fate has smiled upon on him and granted him the opportunity to do so when he is swept away by a chaotic winter storm across worlds, finding himself in a new feathery body. He soon finds himself taking the first steps and rising above anywhere he thought he could reach as he defends his new home, and begins to build a shining beacon of prosperity that will resound throughout the ages.

But victory comes only to the prepared, and the road to his dreams will be long and hard. It is world filled with all manner of mysteries, monsters, and rivalries. A world where a land is kept safe by the armies that it fields. And so Geralt will resolve to stand tall, to defend his lands and his people, and to see his banner flying forevermore.