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Rune Soldier Dan


"But who prays for Satan? Who in eighteen centuries has had the common humanity to pray for the one sinner that needed it most?" -Mark Twain

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That was amazing, thanks for sharing.
The 'Archangels' that chose to protect the earth ponies was a very nice bit of worldbuilding. And the battle was stupid and heroic and achieved what it set out to do. Well done.

Dear author!

That's my first contact with any of your stories and I must say that I'm quite pleased with the outcome. Your style is neat and after few sentences in I loved it. I hope that all of your stories are on the same level, if not? Whatever, everyone have to start from somewhere.

As for the story: I admit that I read it because of hussars. It'sad tale of relics from past era, great, but greatness can't fight with modern technology. Last valiant charge of winged knights...
I recal that in 1605 army made of about 2600 hussars (more like 700 + their companions) and supporting them soldiers (about 1000) won against 11000 swedish soldiers. And casualties on polish side were pretty low (100 dead, 200 wounded).

Find your own path,
Vuko Drakkanien

As a Pole... brought up with the tales of valor and glory that once was... taught about our cavalry being the bane of our foes and envy of our allies... grown to look up to and honor those that fought on and never yielded even when the whole world was shifting around them...

... I simply want to thank you for this story... Thank you.

A charge! A wonderful charge, and a doomed one, but what a wonderful charge! Truly befitting of a Winged Hussar!

A very well-done piece. A soldier, bound by her oath as an officer, and her duty as a noble, trying to fight on as she bears witness to her country and her way of life falling to pieces, and not a damn thing she can do to stop it.

Bravo.

Wow, moved and impressed. This joins the small mental cloud of the best stories I've ever read.

I have absolutely no words, no words at all, the world was built brilliantly, that characters were built brilliantly, the story was told brilliantly.
Usually my reviews or critiques are more eloquent than that, but I don't think that is needed here. This story is perfect, usually I'm not too fond of parallels made between the wars of our world and the peace of MLP, but this story and it's description, referencing the great Winged Hussars of Poland made me curious as to how they could be fitted in to this world. You did not, in any way, disappoint. You gave us a deep and rich world, with a backstory that can easily be filled in by the imagination from the description given in the story. You also gave us characters, which, despite only being names and a few descriptive words to go with them, felt deep and real.
A true writing master, you've done it again.
Very, very well done.
Keep it up
Honora Imperator


Half a league half a league
Half a league onward
All in the valley of Death
Rode the six hundred:
`Forward the Light Brigade
Charge for the guns' he said
Into the valley of Death
Rode the six hundred

Cannon to right of them,
Cannon to left of them,
Cannon in front of them
Volley'd & thunder'd;
Storm'd at with shot & shell,
Boldly they rode & well,
Into the jaws of Death,
Into the mouth of Hell
Rode the six hundred.

Flash'd all their sabres bare,
Flash'd as they turn'd in air,
Sabring the gunners there,
Charging an army while
All the world wonder'd:
Plunged in the battery-smoke
Right thro' the line they broke;
Cossack & Russian
Reel'd from the sabre-stroke,
Shatter'd & sunder'd.
Then they rode back, but not
Not the six hundred.

Cannon to right of them,
Cannon to left of them,
Cannon behind them
Volley'd & thunder'd;
Storm'd at with shot & shell,
While horse & hero fell,
They that had fought so well
Came thro' the jaws of Death
Back from the mouth of Hell,
All that was left of them
Left of six hundred.

-exerts of Baron Tennyson's 'Charge of the Light Brigade'


Good show sir, good show. I applaud your writing, may the Archangels ride high as they gallop into The Greater Sky.

This is a very well-expressed, bleak picture of the war. I thoroughly enjoyed the way the Winged Hussars fit so well into this world. :twilightsmile:

Finally someone touched up this topic. #KurwaIntensyfies

and spitting tobacco

Kurwa, I love this one. Just... yez. This story is one of the most precious pieces I ever read. And the tabacco is the best part! XD

7284717 It's only hinting at the truth. I'm re-reading some of the old faved stuff and this had to be re-read.

I love these stories where the heros are as much the ones around the main character as the main character themselves. Where the fight can end in any way, including defeat, because that is the reality of things and I always want to see it, that even struck down, even laid low, the fact that they rose in the first place mattered, had purpose, had meaning, and I hope so desperately that they bought the time needed, that they gave the sacrifice required... so that a better world could be made from it.

There is something in the heart which wants to die laughing at the darkness, glad at last for meaning.

Good read.

Sadly it was not like this song but they gave the others time.

No winged hussar would be caught with a hair like this ...

:rainbowwild:

AND THE WINGED HUSSARS ARRIVE


And I guess they did turn the tide as they came down. :rainbowwild: Maybe not as dramatically as at Vienna, but saving Equestria all the same.

6971271 Funny how the English always viewed the Charge of the Light Brigade as a showing a courage and bravery no matter the odds...while the French just viewed it as a stupid waste caused by an even dumber failure in communication. Both definitely have their merit, although the it gets funnier how for a long time the English viewed the FRENCH- Knights especially -as stupidly brave and likely to charge even when it was doing so was idiotic.

“Hussars!” The word came from her throat, loud and strong. But then she paused. No time to say all that she wanted to. Her love for them: friends, teachers, and so on. Her deep, personal expectation that they do her proud. That they meet come-what-may with all the glory of their ancestors.

No time to remind them of their heritage. That in the tribal days, the earth ponies of Horsaw called pegasi jackdaws, magpies, or worse. But Zephyr’s house changed sides, and flew to protect instead of raid. “Archangels,” they became. Guardians, champions, saints in armor.

And they are these things, still.

Probably one of the top 10 lines I've read from any story on this site.

This is my favorite alternate universe from the season five finale and you rendered it wonderfully. Just nonstop chills.

Wonderful story, love it.

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Horsaw. I don't even.

But this was great, no lie. I'm not crying you're crying

I must admit ignorance to the history here. I am a Canadian, more earth than steel in my own heart. I know the word 'Hussars', and I know there was a battle at Warsaw, but the past has never interested me.

All the same... I cried, reading this.

Haven't read yet but I thought I might drop this here:

WHEN THE WINGED HUSSARS ARIVED

r/ExspectedSabaton

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Please read, this is my favorite of my own works. >_>

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I have now. And thoroughly enjoyed it. VERY THOROUGHLY. I just wanted to put some Sabaton down (even though I was beat to it by a year by katarjin)

I'm pleased to give this story it's hundredth upvote, though it certainly deserves more than a hundred. Well written, nice flow, and did a fantastic job of evoking emotion.

a more fitting song.

When you're from Poland, and you see fics like this one, it's just heartwarming :D

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:coolphoto: Happy to be of service.

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The Winged Hussars were the elite heavy cavalry lancers used by the Polish-Lithuanian Commonwealth. They were known for the 'wings' they wore into battle; essentially feathers glued to a wooden frame. If you want to kill ottomans, accept no substitutes.

Wikipedia article

I was going to make the obligatory sabaton joke, but then I thought about it, and this is more akin to the Charge of the Light Brigade so

Half a league, half a league,
Half a league onward,
All in the valley of Death
Rode the six hundred.
“Forward, the Light Brigade!
Charge for the guns!” he said.
Into the valley of Death
Rode the six hundred.

A fic worth briefly turning the mature filter to 'off' for. Poland... so often misunderstood, yet as a people they have never bowed to tyranny; never shied from staring down evil, even unto death. They can't be broken. Their Faith and courage sustain them. Their dedication to freedom gives them strength. Some call them quaint; backwards. They ought to call them heroes; legends.

As you clearly call them the latter, if you're so inclined, I recommend A Question of Honor by Stanley Cloud and Lynne Olson - the forgotten story of the Polish heroes of World War II. It focuses on the pilots, but it also deals with the Polish Home Army (the largest resistance effort by far, and the only one to formalize a group for rescuing Jews), their deadly II Corps, and the courage of their citizenry in defying the Nazis and the Soviets.

This story was a fitting tribute to an indomitable people, and I thank you for writing it. You did an excellent job, and I am grateful to have come across this story.

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Thank you for your kind words.

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