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Count Talon of Ransom


Why are you here?

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A Equestria at War X Frostpunk story


The Frost wiped away the population of Earth yet like all wipes, stains remain. Thanks to the hard work of the Imperial Exploration Company, funded and completely supported by the Royal Family and the ever-shrinking treasury of England, countless Generators were created so that any amount of people could survive.

And survive they did. Mere thousands of Britain's citizens still live on in the frozen lands of the Frost lands, the new name for what once was Greenland and Iceland, including the long stretch of frozen sea between them. With no knowledge with other peoples they can only assume that as far as they know, the other empires of the world were completely consumed by the Frost. It seems as though that humanity, though beaten and nearly broken, will survive... but never truly thrive again.

But God works in mysterious ways, and so He gives His last blessing to humanity, a way out of the Frost. They, including Iceland and Greenland, would be transported to another world. Another world, so that the Frostlanders, hardened by Earth's last winter, for there will never be another spring, will blossom, will dominate, under another world's spring. Yet this other world... is not empty.

Now if only God could tell them they wouldn't be human when they arrived.

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We don't get many good frostpunk fics.

We don't get many frostpunk fics, for that matter.

More please.

Didn't this used to have more chapters?

Skynavia, Cyanolisia, Nova Griffonia

Look like they transport into EAW world, nice!
i wonder what the exact location of New Liverpoolian is in the map?
equestriaatwar.wiki.gg/images/7/76/World_Map.png
https://equestriaatwar.wiki.gg/wiki/List_of_Countries

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No. I think you might be confusing me with another artist who also did something similar to me

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Well, Straus and his crew aren't as far off from their homes as they think they are.

Finally, someone Finally decided to take up the undertaking of a city/nation displaced story and Frostpunk crossover as well. The story is great so far and and I look forward to the non-frostlanders reaction to the Liverpool and the other Frostpunk settlements, especially New London.Good luck and Looking forward to future chapters:pinkiehappy:

Maybe they might just find.... or more likely stumble, across one of their sister cities. They couldn't have been the only ones to survive the storm. They were late to get to their site thanks to a malfunction on their dreadnought so others who had far more time must have made it... right?

Too bad they didn't provide them with lists and maps of all Generator sites.

We will circle the island, compare it with the island that Dachaigh stands on, if it's not the same then we head southwest towards where Groenstein should be.

That sounds like a dangerous plan: if you don't know where you are, you also don't know which way you have to steer to get back home.
For all you know you might currently be east of Groenstein, and sailing southwest will only lead you into the endless open sea...

His hands were off, like extremely off! He blinked at his hands.... claws, thinking he was just dreaming.

Adjusting to claws might still be easier than adjusting to hooves...

The city was in complete chaos. Hundreds of citizens were rioting in the streets, religious zealots fight each other as some said it was a blessing for them to better survive the Frost and others said it was a curse from Satan himself.

Rudolph: "I should have went with Order and Discipline instead..."

"Gentlemen... and gentlewoman. Things... are fucked".
Carl chuckles before a grim look takes his face, "My men are trying to reorganize themselves, but it's slow. We may be able to get control of the city by," he checks his pocket watch, "10 or so AM".

You are very optimistic... I hope that optimism is justified.


Interesting premise.
I look forwards to see where it goes.

Or that big fuck off metal tube in the middle of the village spewing who knows how much smoke into the sky. Hell, despite being a clear fishing village, he can, even inside the bridge, taste the stench of heavy industry and mines. What fishing village has heavy industry? And what fishing village doesn't have a fishing fleet out at... any time!

It appears this is not your average fishing village... Like, not at all.

"Clearly, something happened. New bodies, new sea, now a ship. My suspicion has already been confirmed by the snow melting," Hilton is quiet, practically muttering under his breath, "We likely have been transported to another world".

Wow, this guy is fast in the head.

And so, faced with oddness of such an action, Straus elgently said a word that would change history forever, "What?"

All things considered that is a perfectly appropriate response!


Good chapter!
I enjoyed reading it.

Small note:
It's "griffon", not "gryphon". At least for the equestrian variant.

I wonder what they're gonna call they're nation and what kind of government they are gonna have.

Personally I suggest to call their new nation either Frostland or New Hope, with there official name being The United Cities of _________. I also suggest their government to be a sort of federated Socialist Demoracy with a few authoritarian bits at best and a Socialist Authoritarian State at worse.

Alright this is awesome. Gotta be honest here, I'm loving the fact you are doing a frostpunk story. There so little of them for such a great game. And the few there is are abandoned.

Nevermind all that, good start with this chapter. Gonna read till the end everything that come after.

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Thank you!

Hopefully time, muse, and circumstance doesn't force me to abandon this story, I do quite like it.

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That sounds like a dangerous plan: if you don't know where you are, you also don't know which way you have to steer to get back home.
For all you know you might currently be east of Groenstein, and sailing southwest will only lead you into the endless open sea...

Well, thinking back, I probably should've said something about it, but, the fair ship is a fishing trawler, not only that but a wind-powered one. Ironically enough, time would be the least of their problems. But yeah, being stuck in the open sea is bound to cause... other problems very quickly.

Comment posted by MadhatterZack deleted Mar 17th, 2023

Here are a few Victorian Slang words and terms I found:

bags'O mystery -(noun) sausages
Bricky - (Pronnoun) Brave or Fearless
Bang up the elephant - done properly/ the right way
Butter upon Bacon - Excessive Extrevagance
Chickaboo - a nick name given to a close friend
Meater - Street word for Coward
Nanty Narking - having a hoot/ great fun
Skilamalink - secret/ shady/ doubtful
Sauce box - It's on your face
Take the egg - to win

Refer to these videos for more Slang:

https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=7xVnjsUxK9Y&t=202s

https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=bHaaM5krNo8

https://m.youtube.com/shorts/jiLzS2QRtMA

https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=cIMzlYdDJJ0

Comment posted by MadhatterZack deleted Mar 17th, 2023

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Small note:
It's "griffon", not "gryphon". At least for the equestrian variant.

Oh I know that, I just prefer writing gryphon and not griffon, just seems more proper that way!

Interesting premise. Personally I would've find it more interesting if they remained human, but I'm liking it either way!

Language barriers sure are something, aren't they?

I wonder how the rest of the world would react to new islands just popping into existence. But then again, the Crystal Empire happened so it's not like there is not precedent.

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