In the heat of the moment, I hadn’t had a lot of time to consider the ramifications my plan would have for me. Could I do this? My confidence was starting to wane as the TMS Reciprocity streaked across the sky.
It was a ship that would have been comparable to the new Squire-class cruisers if it had been a military ship to begin with. It wasn’t, though. It was a heavily retrofitted civilian craft that had been pressed into service after the Harmony had gone down.
The Reciprocity flew an Equestrian flag, but I wouldn’t have called it—or the ponies crewing her—‘typical Navy.’ No, these were most likely volunteer sailors and officers that were helping to expand the fleet during the war.
They were somewhat peculiar, but given my recent experience with the actual Navy, I didn’t mind.
We were moving at a fast pace, but I wasn’t sure it was going to be enough. I trotted up to the pony I’d learned was the captain after mistakenly assuming the pony that was dressed like the captain was the captain. That was, apparently, the first lieutenant, ‘Lieutenant Bosun.’
Bosun wasn’t his name, of course. He had evidently been the bosun and the captain just kept calling him that. None of it made sense but proper military decorum didn’t seem high on the captain’s list.
“Captain Bore,” I called to the blue-coated earth pony that was leaning against the main mast, a garrison cap pulled low over his face.
He pushed the cover up just enough to peek at me with a green eye. “Aye, Major?”
All told, Tidal Bore was made up like a character one might imagine from a foal’s pirate tale. From his manner of speech to his buccaneer coat, if he were any closer to Long Tail Silver, I’d have questioned my sanity.
“How long will it take us to reach Canterlot? Time is of the essence.”
“Don’t you be worryin’ too much, Major. This ole girl may not look like much but she be fast. We’ll be reachin’ Canterlot before two moons have fully passed. It isn’t like ridin’ the waves of the sea an’ takin’ weeks.”
Two days there… that only left four days. I had to get back. Assuming that also took two days… though it would be different. Probably three… maybe more. This was going to be tight.
The captain’s brow raised. “An’ if I may ask, Major, why are we in such a hurry?”
“Classified,” I replied while working things out in my mind.
Captain Bore slapped a hoof against the mast and laughed deeply. “Ain’t it always with you lot! That be fine by me. Much of my business be classified, too.”
My ear flicked and my attention shifted to him. “Your business?”
“Aye, when we aren’t at war.”
“And what would that business be, or is that classified?”
He laughed again. “No sense in hidin’ it! We be privateers!”
Wait, what now? “Privateers? You’re suggesting you have a letter of marque from the crowns?”
“From the crowns? Nay. Princess ponies aren’t keen on piracy, you know. Nay, our business be with the gryphon kings an’ their nobles. They’re a competitive sort an’ don’t mind spendin’ bits on quality sailors, be they pirates, smugglers, or both.”
“I see… If bits are your concern, then why volunteer for the war?”
The captain’s face went serious. Whatever jovial feeling he had before evaporated in an instant. He took two steps towards me and growled, “Because I know where I be from, an’ bits be one thing but honor be another. A little squabblin’ between gryphons is good for business.
“They didn’t need to be draggin’ us into it. Killin’ ponies an’ blastin’ the Harmony out of the sky like they did. No, sir, this be bad business all around. Too much blood. Killin’ is somethin’ you do when you absolutely must an’ that’s that. I don’t fly that there flag lightly.”
Our eyes fell on the Equestrian standard flapping smartly in the wind. The light blue field matched the skyline and highlighted the iconography of two alicorns chasing each other. It was a flag that had only existed a hoofful of years, but it meant a lot to many, many ponies.
“My apologies, I was just curious. I don’t doubt your loyalty to the crowns and other ponies.”
Captain Bore waved a hoof. “You be within your rights, major. I make no secret of our profession. Bits motivate us. Though, occasionally, we did earn them honest. We’ve done some work for your intelligence service, you know.”
“I didn’t know. Though I’m not surprised. Ponies are quite obvious in the gryphon kingdoms. I suppose a well-known… captain would be less so.”
He laughed again and nodded. “Aye, exactly. Try to enjoy the ride, Major, you look like the uptight sort an’ perhaps a few days’ rest would do you good.”
“Perhaps they would.”
“You can remove that chainmail, too, if you like. I can assure you we won’t be havin’ any boarders.”
Remove my chainmail? I wasn’t even sure I could. I felt naked and vulnerable without it, but he was right. I’d remove it and settle into my cabin. I could read the tome more and prepare myself. Every piece of the plan would have to go perfectly, and there were several tasks I needed to attend to. Including a little painting.
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Canterlot. How long had it been since I’d seen it last? Almost two years now? It looked exactly how I’d left it. In the twilight, it was peaceful, as if we weren’t at war. That is what Crystal often said to me in her letters. The ponies here were too far removed. It upset her at first. She’d finally found peace with it.
My wife might be somewhere in this city right now. I could see her, touch her, smell her. It would be easy to just walk away but seconds would be paid for in blood. Others’ blood. No, Silent Knight is not home yet. Just a cloaked pony on a mission.
I suppressed the urge to gallop to everywhere familiar to search for her. No, there is a schedule to keep. I had to get in, get what I needed, and get back to the Reciprocity in the span of a couple of hours.
When I reached the Phial and Filly Alchemist Supply, it was already closed for the evening. I went around back and knocked heavily on the door. There was light under it and I could hear the familiar sounds of experimentation going on within.
There was no answer so I knocked again, harder, louder, more desperately. Come on!
Eventually, it opened and Runic Phial looked out in confusion. Why would he recognize a pony in a dark cloak?
I unclasped it and pulled it free. He stared at me in shock. “S—Silent Knight? Silent Knight! You're home! You’re ba— Your wing…”
Self-consciously, I pulled the ruined, braced wing in tight. “Runic, it is good to see you. More than you’ll ever know. I need something, though. It’s important.
“When we were younger, you used to make mistakes a lot with your transformations. You turned a bunch of regular rocks into sapphires and said they were failures. Do you still know how to do that? I need to know how to do that and I need to know right now.”
Runic blinked, clearly trying to process it all. He kept smiling at me and then the smile would droop. Finally, he leapt out of the doorway and hugged me. He hugged me so tightly it hurt. It was the best I’d felt in months.
I embraced him back and held on. We lingered like that, squeezing each other as if we would never let go. Part of me didn’t want to, either.
“I missed you,” he said.
“I missed you, too. Horribly. Thank you for the helmet. I liked the stripe.”
He nodded. “I knew you would. You like anything blue. Are you going to see Crystal? She’s with your sister somewhere here in town.”
It felt like I’d been dunked in ice water. I carefully withdrew from my cousin and set a hoof on his shoulder. “It literally hurts me to say that I can’t this time. Soon. You can’t tell them I was here. This is official, classified, and I’m running out of time to save lives. Do you know how to turn rocks into sapphires or not?”
Runic gave me a disapproving look but nodded. “I do.”
“Can you please write down how and give me some of the potions? I need them and then I have to go.”
“Back to the war?”
“Unfortunately.”
“And this is going to help the war?”
“More than anything you and I have ever done.”
Runic turned and walked back into the shop. “Okay, come on in, then. If it helps get you home for good, I’ll do it.”
I trotted along behind him, trying to feel less like a monster for not stopping to see the ponies I loved. Weak. Finish the job. “Thank you, truly. I’ll be home soon I think. I really do.”
The grey pegasus dug around the workshop a bit. It was completely different from how it used to be. The mare care bottler was still there, but everything else was armor. Dragoon armor, campaign armor, and other things to defend ponies. Runic was doing his part.
“Here we go,” he said, pulling out a small crate. It had a few potions in it and some notes. He set those out and picked up a fresh scroll. Carefully he transcribed things while I waited patiently.
As patiently as I could. It was a slow process and I was alone with my thoughts. What I was about to do. How it would impact so many lives. What if Miley walked in right now? What if Crystal did? Please, Crystal… just walk in. It isn’t my fault if you happen to show up.
“Silent Knight?” Runic lightly poked my shoulder with a hoof.
“Hmm?”
He offered me a scroll, three potions, and a copper pan. “Here you go. I hope it helps. Remember, igneous rocks!”
“It will. Trust me, it will.” We hugged again and I wanted to linger there. Get a move on.
“I’m sorry Runic, I have to go. I’ll see you soon, though. You can bet on that.”
“Great! We’ll play games.”
“We will. We’ll play games,” I said before leaving the workshop, pulling my cloak on, and galloping towards the port. I had to be back on the ship as quickly as possible. It would be best not to be seen. Were I to be recognized, it would have led to awkward conversations and fuel my desire to never leave Equestrian soil again.
But to just see Crystal for a second… just one second… No. Right, it wouldn’t be for one second. It would be for a minute, an hour, a day, a week… and then I’d be AWOL and others would be dead.
Luckily, or perhaps not so, I reached the port and boarded the Reciprocity without incident.
Captain Bore called up, “Lieutenant Bosun, cast off. We be on our way. Mr. Navigator, set course fer Nordanver!”
“Aye, aye cap’n,” they replied in unison.
“Captain Bore, we’re not going back to Nordanver. At least, not alone. You’re going to have to make one more stop first.”
Tidal Bore arched a brow. “Is that so? And where we be visiting next, Major?”
“Midnight’s Peak.”
“I’ve never heard of it.”
“I suppose not. It’s a ghost town. At least, it used to be. Set a course east along the Foal Mountain range. I’ll show you how to get there.”
The captain called up, “You ‘eard ‘im. Set course east.”
“Aye, sir!” Mr. Navigator replied.
In a ship this fast, it wouldn’t take long to get there. Not long at all. I’d need to be ready. As I headed to the stairs below deck, Captain Bore set a hoof on my chest. “Anythin’ else I need to know about this classified mission?”
“Midnight’s Peak is a dragon roost. Be on your best behavior or nopony will be going back to Nordanver.”
“Aye…” he grumbled before removing his hoof.
Once I was below, it was time to get my game face on. The presentation and word choice was going to be exceedingly important. Perhaps the most important thing. It had to be clear, precise, and without ambiguity.
It felt as if it had been a lifetime since I’d painted a miniature and I was never as good at it as Princess Luna but, all things considered, I had been skilled enough for this important task.
As the Reciprocity had streaked towards Canterlot I’d carefully painted the symbol of the Knights of the Moon on the helmet of my dragoon armor. The full moon symbol, I’d learned through study, was drawn from Nocturna’s own cutie mark: a full moon made up like an owl.
Now it was time to don the guise. In the cabin I occupied, I didn’t have any help to dress, but it wasn’t the first time I’d done this on my own. It all started with the black chainmail. It wouldn’t do anything in the face of a dragon but this wasn’t about surviving a fight. This was about presenting a look… a reminder.
After the mail came the plates. Piece by piece, section by section, until almost all of Silent Knight disappeared into a shell of darkly colored Cloudsdale steel. There was only one bit left.
I pulled the helmet on, fastened it tightly, and pushed the visor down. Silent Knight disappeared then. He was pushed deep down so that Dread Knight could conduct the business of the realm and do what was necessary to save lives.
From Silent Knight’s meager possessions, I pulled out the sword he’d been hiding for quite some time. It was the one Runic had made for him, the one he’d used to slay Alastair: Retribution. After that, he couldn’t use it and had instead opted to carry Stratus Knight’s blade.
That was the past, though. It was time to move forwards and put an end to all of this. In one fell swoop, I could end this war and go home. It just meant doing what others might be afraid to do. Retribution slid easily into the sheath beneath my good wing.
On my way out the door, I stopped to grab a campaign cloak. That went over my shattered wing and bag. There was no reason for the Obsidians to know flight was impossible.
When I got on deck the crew fell silent. That was no surprise. Most ponies did when they saw a Black Dragoon. We had a reputation after all. The sun had just set and the moon was starting its ascent.
I tapped my breastplate, activating the enchantment contained within. It allowed me to see in greys and browns regardless of how dark it was. A gift from Princess Luna.
The Foal Mountain range stretched out beside us as we sped east. It didn’t take long to spot the one peak that protruded into the highest clouds. “Captain, that is our destination. Change course.”
“Aye…” he called from the command deck.
The Reciprocity shifted with ease towards where I’d indicated and it wasn’t long before we pulled up to the grand entrance of Midnight’s Peak. A few young obsidian dragons spotted us and hurried inside.
“Wait here until sun up. If I’m not back by then, assume I’ve failed and return to the fleet and report as such.”
Captain Bore nodded. “You are one crazy pony, lad. Are you sure it be wise to march into a dragon’s roost alone?”
My head shook. “I’m not alone.” Then I leapt off the deck and onto the stone landing below. Any fear or doubt that Silent Knight might have felt was hidden within. Together, we trotted straight into the mountain. There was work to be done. Work that would cast our enemies low and remind them that there were consequences for their greed.
Downwards, I spiraled into the depths of the mountain until I reached the city of Midnight’s Peak. The buildings were still intact, as was the keep. The dragons, it seemed, had largely kept to the outskirts and left the ghost town alone. Ragnhild had kept her word.
The keep was my destination. While I marched, numerous yellow eyes glowed in the darkness, watching me. Dragons were very territorial and I was an uninvited guest in their home.
I ascended the steps outside of the keep and turned towards the city. “Ragnhild, Matron of the Obsidian, I have come to bargain!”
My voice echoed against the vacant building walls and into the grand cavern. It was met by the swoosh of massive wings flapping. A gust of wind battered me as the dragon matriarch came to a landing in front of the keep.
Her mighty, horned head lowered to my level and she peered at me with amber eyes that glowed like the stars. The hairs of my coat stood on end beneath my armor and I could feel her aura slamming against me. Dragons had them just like alicorns. Fearsome auras meant to intimidate and terrify. I would not be denied, however.
Ragnhild flared her black-scaled wings and boomed, “What business do the Knights of the Moon have bargaining with me? Your mistress is fallen and her keep is mine. Perhaps you think yourselves capable of reclaiming it?”
“Her keep is yours and was fairly acquired. I acknowledge this and offer no challenge. You are trusted with the care and protection of this sanctuary.”
Her eyes narrowed. “The Knights of the Moon recognize my claim to this keep?”
“We do.”
“And you speak for them? Who are you?”
“I speak for all Knights of the Moon, as I am the last. I am Dread Knight, descendant of Nimbus Knight.” It was time to gamble slightly. A leap of logic based on what I’d seen in the memory and what I’d read in the tomes.
“I suspect that perhaps you knew him, as you were well acquainted with my mistress. You also must know that I was once Silent Knight, and he would call you ally before enemy.”
The ancient dragon blinked. Her perfectly placed expression cracked ever so slightly. It is unnerving to have someone you don’t know know you. She recovered quickly, parsing my words. “I knew both Nimbus and Silent. If Silent Knight would call me ally, would you, Dread Knight, Knight of the Moon?”
“We shall see once our bargain is concluded.”
She snorted lightly. “Very well. What is it that you desire from the Obsidian?”
“Far from the safety of Equestria, our warriors are engaged in furious and bloody conflict with Sudramoar gryphons that are offered up by a king who cares not for the lives of others. He seeks only land and resources and is not an honorable, protective ruler such as yourself, Great Matron.”
Ragnhild sat tall, striking a regal pose. “You speak well of me. It is my duty to protect my brood. This king wastes the lives of his?”
“He does, Matron, and I seek to protect the lives of mine. The gryphon king has built a fortification like none other. Assaulting it would result in the loss of many, many lives. I wish to spare ours.”
The dragon’s head tilted. “And the lives of the gryphons?”
“I’m afraid they are forfeit. I have no plan to protect them. That is a job for their king, would you not agree?”
With a snort, the dragoness nodded. “We must look to our brood. What is it that you seek, then?”
“You, Matron. You and your strongest warriors. I’ve devised a plan that can only succeed with your participation.”
“You would put us in danger?” Ragnhild asked.
“There would be danger, yes, Matron. Though how much I cannot say. The Obsidian are mighty and strong. The gryphons’ weapons are weak by comparison.”
“We are indeed! Few beings would dare stand up to us. We do not fear conflict, but it must benefit us. Making an enemy of this king may be unwise. What is it you offer in trade for such a great gesture on our part?”
Carefully, I reached beneath my campaign cloak and into the small bag against my side. I found three vials of Runic’s potion and set them on the ground in front of me.
Ragnhild dropped her head low to peer at them. It was actually a show of bravado. Her head being so low meant I could strike if this was a trick on my part. “You offer us three bottles of water? Are you mad?”
“No, Matron! I offer you a strength that no other dragon brood will possess: an endless food supply. Food that you can find anywhere and easily. Never again will your broodlings have to search. Never again will you have to be concerned about hunters that venture out to seek gems. You will become the most powerful matron.”
Her response was a deeply skeptical look.
That was fair. Runic, I hope you haven’t made a mistake here. From my bag, I produced a copper pan and settled it on the stonework. Then I scooped a few hooffuls of loose stone off the ground. Hopefully this was the right kind… ignorant rocks or something. Runic had been specific in his scroll. It was supposed to be the most common kind of rock, anyway.
Finally, I opened a potion and poured just enough to get all of the rocks damp before lifting the pan and shaking it. The stones jostled and bounced… and nothing else. Oh, no.
It should have happened by now. I jostled them a bit more and, just as I started to look for a hasty exit, the grey exterior of the rocks flaked off to reveal perfect, glowing blue sapphires.
Ragnhild did not react. Rather, if she did, she kept her poise. That was important for the negotiation. She couldn’t betray any excitement. “You would teach us to make gems from common stone? Are the potion’s ingredients readily found?”
“I would. They are far more common than gems, yes. This is an advantage that I will share with no other dragons. It will be a bargain struck exclusively between you and I, Matron.”
“It is a novel trick. Useful, yes, but certainly not as powerful as you suggest. My brood has never had trouble finding food,” she said with pride.
“While I do not doubt your words, Great Matron, I can only imagine what other great things you could do if you did not need to invest time in searching. Time to grow stronger while your rivals dig and expend their energy.”
The dragon matron settled back on her hind legs, seemingly considering this novel offer. Of course, it was anything but.
“Your point is well made, Knight of the Moon. Share with me the specifics of your plan so that I may know how many of my brood I shall have to risk. Were you only asking for me, I would gladly make this bargain. I am mighty and do not fear your enemy’s slings and arrows, but it is my obligation to protect my own, even from minor harm.”
“Very well. In a mere few days, we will…” Dread Knight explained it all to the matron while I ruminated over whether or not I could live with this. I’d lost any taste for killing. I’d do it as I had to for the cause, of course, but this was going to be different.
I doubted anything like this had ever happened before. How many gryphons would I personally be responsible for killing? So many were just following orders and had hatchlings, spouses, parents, and other loved ones.
They are in our way. This is how we get home. We’ll do what we must.
Yes. For Crystal.
Ragnhild’s voice cut through the haze of my thoughts. “This is a bold plan. The sort I wouldn’t expect from most ponies. From a Knight of the Moon, however, I can see it. You will need many warriors and what you’ve brought to trade is not enough.”
That I doubted very much, but she likely had something else in mind. Some way to show she’d gotten something extra from me. “Name your price, Matron. I will go to great lengths to protect my brood and I know you, of all great leaders, can understand that.”
“This action may result in my brood making a great many enemies. This king you speak of will most certainly become one. I do not fear him, but I will not last forever. I must make plans to defend my own even once I’ve moved on to the next world.”
She pointed a razor sharp talon at me. “You, your bloodline and, if it is reconstituted, your order, will protect my brood as you once protected Nocturna. A pony that will go to these lengths is the sort of pony I would require. If we are attacked, even by other ponies, you will put them to the sword.”
That was a stretch. There was no way I would be living in Midnight’s Peak. “No, that’s not a fair bargain. I bring the gift of endless food and put your brood at true risk once. You ask for generations of my ilk to be at your beck and call.
“I will offer this instead. If you are attacked as a result of this bargain, I will defend your brood and I will bring many, many warriors with me. If you are attacked, unprovoked, by ponies, I will personally protect your brood. I will do these things but only when called. Nothing more.”
Ragnhild shook her head. “This is most specific. I will accept if you also swear that if you reconstitute your order, neither you nor it will never raise a hoof against the Obsidian. You may not tie blood, but your order will honor agreements.”
My order didn’t exist, but the memory was frightening, even to the Obsidian, it seemed. That was important. It was little to offer. “Very well. I offer you this gift of endless food, defense against the enemy you’re about to make, defense from unprovoked aggression from ponies, and freedom from the aggression of my order, so long as you do not attack its members. Ragnhild, Matron of the Obsidian, do you accept this bargain?”
Ragnhild folded her wings across herself and looked at me. “This will do. Dread Knight, Knight of the Moon, I accept your offer. Make ready, for if we wish to make your deadline, we must leave immediately. We shall follow your ship.”
“We’ll be ready, Matron. I’ll see you outside.”
“Indeed you shall,” she replied before flapping her large, leathery wings and lifting off into the cavern.
I’d done it. I’d made the deal. Luna help me with the outcome.
very interesting developments, I can see this plan actually succeed.
good chapter and I'm glad it didn't end in tears for me.
Keep up the good work
Hoo boy, Silent is playing a dangerous game there :)
Ah, the plan is slowly coming together. Very nice.
no griffon expects the dragon inquisition!!
I wonder if the blood will ever wash off, eh?
Oh, how far you have gone, Knight... Maybe its for the better that you have not seen your Crystal this time... I doubt she would even recognize you...
No, you are not, Knight. You shall never again be alone.
This is gonna be good.
Ah, I see, he's playing the "F**K you, we got dragons" card. We'll that's certainly going to have repercussions.
i guessed as much when he first struck a deal with the dragons... it will be an interesting thing to read as they fly to battle
The fit is about to hit the shan...
Dread and Silent drift further and further apart. I'm more afraid of Dread's continued influence on Silent after the war, than Silent not returning from it.
The war may near its end, but there's still a long road ahead, I think.
I image it'll end up with something like this:
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I hope Silent Knight won't regret this too much Dread Knight.
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And fancy red scales
Dragons...DRAGONS! No one expects dragons. There's going to be a lot of blood in the upcoming battle. That armor looks badass.
Yes. She'll have to. Or else dragons will eat your family for the deception.
I wonder what Crystal's parents would have to say about that.
This is getting thick fast! I cant wait to see what will happen.
So, the big stick huh?
The problem with the big stick, is that there is no going back from the big stick. You will always be the guys who played the big stick, and it will always be in the background of any future negotiation. It sours any future chance at lasting peace and provides a legacy that future tyrants can exploit. Having said that, Equestria is gunna need a bigger stick than the one they currently wheil to end this war ina timely manner, so why not skip the rest of the stick rack and go straight to the big one.
*sees a picture*
Yea, that's what I call an armour!
BTW: Wouldn't Ragnhild feel cheated, if she discovered that Silent (Dread) Knight offered her a protection of an order that doesn't exist? Or he is talking about Black Dragoons?
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I first thought he meant the Lunar House Guard, until I remebered that Silent in not even part of those anymore. So i guess youre right, if the dragons get attacked,only Silent shows up.
But come on, how big is the possibility that someone attacks a group of dragons? Someone with a deathwish may do something that stupid I guess...
7323019 Read it again she's fully aware that Dread Knight is the only Knight of the Moon in existence right now. She says if the order is restored.
Celestia is going to have a long talk with Silent again. This current war while tragic ultimately only directly affects the Gryhpon and Pony kingdoms over the course of a generation or two. He's just messed with the balance of power for all the Dragon Broods to level that probably hasn't been seen for millennia.
While Ragnhild will doubtlessly keep the exact nature of the boon she received and how much it strengthened her brood a secret for as long as possible for maximum advantage. No secret lasts forever and the other Dragon Matrons aren't stupid. As soon as they realize the Obsidians are far stronger than they should be they'll put two and two together with the attack on the Gryphon Stronghold and realize Equestria was responsible even if they don't know the how.
What is Silent going to do if a dozen other dragon matrons show up in Canterlot and demand the secret of the Obsidian's power or else?
The name of the main protagonist in this is clever enough to warrant an upvote alone, but I'll still read the fic first.
A Knightly order dedicated to Luna with a pact of dragons? dis gon b gud.
HA! I called it! He went to get some extra 'fire'power!
"If you reconstitute your order."
Might Silent be ignorant of some of the details of his own order? Like, perhaps, the firstborn of a member is automatically a member or some such rot? Bargains like this often seem to have some unexpected cost... And Ragnhild seemed quite insistent on this one...
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That's the point, he is not Knight of The Moon. Even when he vowed his loyalty to Luna, and he read all those book it still doesn't make him one. And more importantly Dread Knight is just Silent's alter ego to help him cope with the stress and other things from the war.
Well, I'd wondered what plan he had come up with. I knew it was going to be crazy but I didn't know just what kind. It is the terrifying kind.
And that armor is pretty terrifying. I wouldn't want to see that coming to attack me.
'See, Silent? Sending you off to deal with those dragons wasn't such a bad idea.' ~Wing
Saphires for dagons. Dragon assault vs gryphons. Ouch. Would not like to be on the rceivng end of that.
Well looks like Silent Knight laid all his cards out on the table for this one. Hopefully his plan works. This aught to be interesting. On another note, I see Dread Knight taking a stronger hold on SK more and more. It seems now SK can lose himself in his thoughts while Dread Knight takes over the physical aspect. That is a little worrying.
This is terrific! With the dragons' help the war would will quickly turn in Equestria's favor.
7322533 the blood is one the griffon King's claws. he was the one who started this war.
He made the deal and he going to live with the dragons for this deal what wood be for crystal wishes. I want to see how this out Come well turn out and what do you have plan for silent knight here. Is he going to stay with he's deal or find alway out to not live dragons to be with Crystal Wishes.?
Coooooool! We get to see the setup for things we usually see in books "your great great grandfather struck a bargain with the dragon lord..."
SOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO AWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWESOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOME!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Great chapter, as always. So much HYPE!
Now I know what he meant when he said he wasn't sure he could live with himself after this. This won't be a victory; it will be wholesale slaughter.
Sky pirates who volunteered for the war? Fun.
Oh wait, my bad, sky privateers.
Canterlot? Interesting.
Yeah, definitely not classic pirates at the very least.
Hmn.
Oh, I think I see what is going on.
Yeah, makes sense that that's what Silent is after. A little dragon power for this assault (or something related to defeating the fortifications) could really change things up. Or maybe a lot of dragon power, depending on how much Ragnhild brings.
Ahh, so it's an offer of far cheaper food, I hadn't quite connected the dots from dragons and treasure to Equestrian dragons and their gemstone diet.
The cost of the bargain beyond the food, I could see that could causing major problems in the future depending on how events work out. Would a darkness corrupted Ragnhild demand protection from Silent, for example? I somewhat wonder if it shouldn't have been phrased as a more formalized defense treaty with Equestria, not that Silent would have had the authority for arranging that on his own.
Another thought, Silent speaking of Dread Knight as if he's his own separate entity is kind of concerning, in degrees that range from a desperate need for more therapy to the possibility that Dread is open to darkness corruption while Silent might not be. Shunting your dark thoughts over to their own personality seems like asking for trouble, especially in a magical world.
A brilliant, if terrifying plan. Equestria will be feared throughout the world if it's seen as having dragons as its beck and call, but it will save lives, as well
A weapon so great and terrible that the mere threat of it is enough to deter hostilities.
Ladies and gentlemen, Quill and Blade — though more Blade than Quill — presents for your consideration: The Manehattan Project.
An interesting, and surprising development. Matron Obsidian drives a hard bargen. It feels like making a deal with a fae... You have to be careful with the wording, or else they will sneak through the loop holes and get what they want in return. But I can see where she is coming from. This was a awesome chapter, and I can feel for silent wanting to see crystal.. but.. it is a good thing he didnt yet.
No bargain with a dragon is ever fair.
Secrets is being reworked!? And I didn't know!? Quick! Get me a Monster energy! I'm bingeing reading!
If this works they should go burn the Sudramoar capitol to the ground while they're at it. No sense leaving things halfway.
The Gryphons are SCREWED! SCREWED! SCREWED! SCREWED!
Dragon Hydes are like Adamantium armored tanks, additionally beneath that there are muscles like the Hulk. Dragonfire is also like double the temperature of Mercury.
And if these dragons are named after a Volcanic rock that that is sharper than steel: Their claws are gonna cut through stone like a hot knife through butter.
I hope the Gryphons have Black Arrows on hand. HaHa!
Not quite a deal with the devil, but with some dragons it would be hard to tell. Looking forward to more.
Keep up the good work. Deus tecum.
7322443 Thank you :D This is something that has been planned since Secrets. The slow interaction with the dragons and Ragnhild. It all began in Memoirs! So glad it paid off.
7322473 That is certainly true. War is a really dangerous thing and it seems like he is going to great lengths now to get out of it.
7322475 A ton of planning for a very long time! Three stories! Oh, well SK's plan too! ;)
7322512 They likely do not! I mean how could they? Right... right... oh no! Anti-dragon feather blasters.
7322533 That is, of course, a whole different issue and one that seems to be weighing heavily on Silent's mind. War isn't neat and tidy. It isn't glorious. Even those that come home suffer.
7322535 He has done what must be done! Anything to see his wife.
7322542 I like to think so :) I hope you enjoy the chapter to follow today.
7322548 It is a good card to have in your pocket. Although, as you mentioned, probably a costly one.
7322552 It has been a slow build for them for sure. I've known about this particular bit for a very, very long time.
7322565 That is a fair assessment for sure. Things are about to get real as we old people believe young people say.
7322566 That is a valid point for sure. There is a bit of a fracture there without question. It is a protection mechanism for sure but ultimately it all has to be dealt with.
7322674 Haha that is adorable! Poor gryphon, stuck up in the tree!
7322718 Ah regret. I think he has a lot of regrets already. Although in this case I know what you mean ;)
7322849 Yes, majestic yes-dargons! They're coming to show Silent Knight's bullies what is what! I'm glad you liked the armor :D PW put a lot of effort into that and I was thrilled.
7322940 Feh, Crystal's parents! After a war they're not nearly as frightening to Silent ;D
7322974 Well said! I was kind of going for a super fast escalation as they got closer and closer to the end zone.
7323009 Indeed. The biggest he could find and it is quite a large one at that. An excellent point about the ramifications though. You can't put the toothpaste back in the tube once you squeeze it all out. There is going to be a lot of squeezing!
7323019 It is some neat armor! Ragnhild knew he was alone. That was made clear to her. Otherwise, yes. She'd be pretty upset!
7323037 Correct, it is only him. She knew that though. Perhaps she has something else in mind?
7323070 These are all great questions. What is interesting is that he made the deal himself. The kingdom wasn't party to it on this particular occasion. Equestria has no stake in it. Silent Knight took something his cousin made and traded it.
7323109 I'm glad you like his name :D I have to say I'm a fan myself ;D
7323112 An order of one! Though the pact is quite serious!
7323181 It is clear that she has something in mind or, as Silent assumes, is even concerned with the mere idea of the order's return.
7323229 That might be a point of contention for him. If there are no others and he takes up the mantle and their knowledge, does that make him one or not? Who would be around to say he isn't?
7323306 Terrifying indeed. He went all the way for sure. Yes! The armor is meant to be intimidating in addition to protective. Win the mind game first!
7323437 It came in handy!
7323503 Agreed. Some things should just be avoided at all costs. Standing in front of an angry dragon is one of those things.
7323618 Yeah, I don't think he has any cards left. This is calling in a pretty big one. As for Dread Knight, yeah sometimes it seems he calls the shots.
7323642 That certainly seems the case!
7324149 Well summed up in a single emoji!
7324189 Interesting view :D
7324307 He didn't agree to live with them, only to come when they needed him in specific instances.
7324367 Thank you kindly. I'm glad you enjoyed it!
7324976 Hah! This is true. Now if I write a story 200 years in the future... hmm... Descendant of a Royal Guard.
7325086 The hype is real. We'll see how it goes for everyone! Thank you ^_^
Response pause here! Will do the other half shortly.
Silent Knight, Riding the Dragons (to coordinate better)
7325492 That is what I feel he is thinking too. Overwhelming force the likes of which haven't yet been seen on the battlefield.
7326282
Yes, you have to get your terminology right! Tidal Bore thinks privateers sound better.
They're patriotic pirates!
A little? Feh! Try HUGE. Well... I guess we'll see how much she brings. with her. Very, very soon! Like... as soon as I'm done writing these replies!
Endless cheap food! Just add rocks.
Yes indeed. That is quite a long time for an agreement.
In this case I think he was going the distance to keep Equestria out of it. He somewhat learned his lesson from before.
Just an excellent point worthy of quoting.
7326320 Also somewhat dangerous if they look like the kids with the biggest sticks.
7326625 That is a fair analogy for sure.
7327288 Ragnhild is quite the negotiator for sure. Ooooh linking this to a deal with the Fae ;D I like that idea. Time will tell.
7329775 Especially since they seem to live forever.
7331404 Yes indeed. I'm working through it slowly over time.
7332473 Oh my! That would certainly be an extreme show of force. We'll have to see what they decide on.
7332683 That is a fair statement :) They're certainly extremely well armored and full of deadly tricks.
7332934 That is true. It was a hard bargain driven and I'm certain she'll keep SK to it!