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The Newcago Court

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A fan club for Elsa Steelheart to rule over.

Who is Elsa Steelheart? If her lengthy introduction topic is anything to judge by, she might just be the most popular Sharder since FeatherWriter. Of course, her highness far outranks Feather; after all, she is just a Lady, whereas Elsa...

Well. Elsa is our Queen.

In your graciousness, her Majesty is always willing to accepts new members to the court. If you wish to pledge your allegiance to our most worthy Queen, simply present yourself before her and swear your loyalty.

Your Majesty, Elsa Steelheart, First of Thy Name, Titan of Ice, Snowwarden, Frozenborn, Queen of Newcago and all Lands of the Seventeenth, I, _______, do swear my humble, undying fealty to thee. I shall forevermore serve thee and thee alone with the utmost fervency, till last I draw breath

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The streets surrounding the former skyscraper are empty, avoided by all but the foolhardy. Among a city of steel, one building is wrapped in ice, a crust weighing a million tons, a hundred feet thick in places. It soars out in harsh juts and lifts like a thousand teeth to the veiled sky. A low blue light illuminates it, rippling out; a beacon challenging visiting Epics to try their luck. Among its harsh edges and soft, even organic curves, a net of tunnels and chambers expands - a spider's web, or perhaps an ant's hive. They almost disregard the column of steel that was the original building, burying through it in places. Over time, the ice will superscede the steel in this place, until the ruler is defeated - or grows angry, transmuting it anew.

Perched upon this precipice of the superhuman ego, a throne room thrusts above the cold metal blocks far below, wrapped in ice and a dead blue glow. It is the court of Elsa Steelheart, queen of this cold and unforgiving place.

In her hand, she holds ice, but at her heart...

Is steel. Cold, bitter steel.

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The streets surrounding the former skyscraper are empty, avoided by all but the foolhardy. Among a city of steel, one building is wrapped in ice, a crust weighing a million tons, a hundred feet thick in places. It soars out in harsh juts and lifts like a thousand teeth to the veiled sky. A low blue light illuminates it, rippling out; a beacon challenging visiting Epics to try their luck. Among its harsh edges and soft, even organic curves, a net of tunnels and chambers expands - a spider's web, or perhaps an ant's hive. They almost disregard the column of steel that was the original building, burying through it in places. Over time, the ice will superscede the steel in this place, until the ruler is defeated - or grows angry, transmuting it anew.

Perched upon this precipice of the superhuman ego, a throne room thrusts above the cold metal blocks far below, wrapped in ice and a dead blue glow. It is the court of Elsa Steelheart, queen of this cold and unforgiving place.

In her hand, she holds ice, but at her heart...

Is steel. Cold, bitter steel.

Hello! :)

Mind if a make an ice statute to go with my kingdom?

I look on the kingdom of ice and steel, with making it into a eternal winter with ice shards among the palace walls

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But of course, your majesty. Transmute the city however Queen Elsa Steelheart, First of Her Name, deems fit.

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OK NO! Quiver, stop encouraging this insanity. Isn't one FeatherWriter enough for you?

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But of course, your majesty. Transmute the city however Queen Elsa Steelheart, First of Her Name, deems fit.

What does transmute mean?

*makes a giant statue of Quiver*

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What does transmute mean?

*makes a giant statue of Quiver*

 

Transmute means "to change in form, nature, or substance." So if you went about changing things into steel or ice, you'd be practicing transmutation. :)

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Transmute means "to change in form, nature, or substance." So if you went about changing things into steel or ice, you'd be practicing transmutation. :)

So sort of what Steelheart does,

Thanks :)

Where do you reign over, Kopold King :)

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So sort of what Steelheart does,

Thanks :)

Where do you reign over, Kopold King :)

 

Ostensibly over the Kobolds, but in reality I have no kingdom of mine own. Perhaps some day I will write brilliantly clever essays or optimistingly cheerful posts, so that I will assemble my own legions of fans.

 

Until such day as I rule as true king of the kobolds, I will content myself with service to the great ones of the forum. How might I be of service, oh great transmutating Elsa of the Steel Heart?

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So sort of what Steelheart does,

Thanks :)

Where do you reign over, Kopold King :)

 

seanchan, tarabon, and ebou dar. just kidding the empress may she live forever rules those lands.

 

My lords! My ladies --

And everybody else here NOT sitting on a cushion:

Today, today, you find yourselves equals.

For you are all equally blessed.

For I have the pride, the privilege, nay, the pleasure

Of introducing to you a Queen, sired by queens,

A Queen who can trace her lineage back beyond Charlemagne.

I first met her atop a mountain near Jerusalem,

Praying to God,

Asking His forgiveness,

For the injuries done to her sister by her power.

Next, she amazed me still further in Italy

When she saved a frozen kingdom

From the would-be insurrection

Of her sisters dreadful fiance 

 

In Greece, she spent a year in silence

Just to better understand the sound of a whisper.

 

 

And so, without further gilding the lily,

And with no more ado,

I give to you the Seeker of Serenity,

The Protector of Italian kingdoms.

The Enforcer of our Lord God,

The One --

The Only --

QUEEN ELSA STEELHEART!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

 

Upvotes to the first person to reply with the reference.

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Heath ledger's a knights tale when Heath ledgers character is introduced at the jousting by the guy who was going to get his arm? Chopped off.

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Heath ledger's a knights tale when Heath ledgers character is introduced at the jousting by the guy who was going to get his arm? Chopped off.

 

well done.

 

OK NO! Quiver, stop encouraging this insanity. Isn't one FeatherWriter enough for you?

 

INSURRECTION!

 

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Ok... We're shutting this down. Flamethrower style!

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seanchan, tarabon, and ebou dar. just kidding the empress may she live forever rules those lands.

My lords! My ladies --

And everybody else here NOT sitting on a cushion:

Today, today, you find yourselves equals.

For you are all equally blessed.

For I have the pride, the privilege, nay, the pleasure

Of introducing to you a Queen, sired by queens,

A Queen who can trace her lineage back beyond Charlemagne.

I first met her atop a mountain near Jerusalem,

Praying to God,

Asking His forgiveness,

For the injuries done to her sister by her power.

Next, she amazed me still further in Italy

When she saved a frozen kingdom

From the would-be insurrection

Of her sisters dreadful fiance

In Greece, she spent a year in silence

Just to better understand the sound of a whisper.

And so, without further gilding the lily,

And with no more ado,

I give to you the Seeker of Serenity,

The Protector of Italian kingdoms.

The Enforcer of our Lord God,

The One --

The Only --

QUEEN ELSA STEELHEART!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Upvotes to the first person to reply with the reference.

Hello to Sir Quiver, Lord Swimmingly and King Kobold King, Lord CrystalBodies, and Sir Matrim Bloody Cauthon :)

Are you guys making up these poems or doing it from somewhere? :)

You guys are awesome. I am honoured to have you in my kingdom

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In the dark core of the frozen steel city, flame washes out, melting ice, heating metal to white brilliance. Ash Ewok, a cruel and dangerous Epic, smashes his whips of blowtorch flame out of a swirling, ashen cloak. He laughs maniacally as the lines of hot fire spread across the ground, widening and cooling into liquid metal trenches before and about him. Ash Ewok wades these easily, the dense currents of ash he wears deadening the heat as he marches into the depth of the cold.

"FIGHT ME!!" he screams. A running citizen is reduced to ash, a pale substance that swirls briefly before being sucked into his cloak. "DEFEND YOUR CITY, COWARD QUEEN!"

But the spire of glowing ice is silent, pulsing eerie blue above Newcago's dead streets.

He makes it to the fortress, ripping blazing strips of steel from the streets all the way, with no attack. Sometimes, fleeing denizens are burnt and assimilated, but far less often than one would think; they almost seem an offering to a visiting Epic, a declaration that a few deaths are meaningless. Their gift makes them meaningless, and Ash Ewok's lips twist, unsatisfied - even the new souls for his flame and ash for his cloak is not enough to slake him. He must hunt, burn, take and damnation to himself for eternity. Nothing less will do, and these paltry offerings are insults.

At the base of the dark and glowing pinnacle, he screams again.

"I WILL HUNT YOU, COWARD QUEEN! YOUR HEART WILL BE ASH, YOUR SOUL WILL BE FLAME! CHALLENGE ME!"

For a long moment, all is silent, save for the trailing whips of blowtorch hellfire. They eat at the ground, heating it to glowing puddles.

Then the first attacks come.

A pale blue beam arcs down from the throne room, aimed for Ash Ewoks heart. He screams in pleasure and rage, lashing upwards with his whips of flame. They cross as they meet the beam, and there's a pulse of white as it explodes into a shower of ice, bridging the street and held in place by some strange art. More beams follow, as Ash Ewok slashes them from the sky, filling the air with frozen traceries of boulder-sized icebergs.

Ash Ewok laughs with each engagement, his fires dashing brighter and brighter. He plunges the whips into the puddles of steel, then hurls them upwards, flecks of molten metal eating through the mountain of suspended ice. He clears the area above his head of obstruction, walking closer and closer to the spire.

Beams of dazzling blue fall like a terrible hailstorm, each met by a flick of the whips, spraying boulders of ice across the air with each shot.

"I SEE YOUR TRICKERY, COWARD QUEEN!" he screams. "I'LL CUT YOUR ICE FROM THE SKY!"

And with a simultaneous slash of both his whips, he cuts into the tower. The cut digs deep, nearly severing the tower; the entire structure shudders and falls a few feet. House-sized slabs of ice break off the upper spires, tumbling down to shatter on steel streets below.

And, for a moment, a clear, cold laugh fills the air. Delighted, like a connoisseur of wine tasting the most delightful of vintages.

The laugh echoes, not stopping. It grows louder, harsher, becoming a sob and then a wordless scream. Sound ripples across Newcago from that aweful sound, a slow, slow wave shaking steel and everything else.

What isn't steel, becomes it.

A creeping blaze of power and metal impossibility flees down the icy tower, turning all to hard, unyielding steel. Entire spires and crenellations scream and collapse, the metal unable to stand the pressure. Still the scream echoes, and now it reaches the floating boulders; they become steel as well, dropping from the sky with screams and sparks to pile up around the fiery Epic. He survives by virtue of his ash, hurling himself out of the way, but the steel boulders meet where he had stood with a blaze of fire and sparks, connecting with worlds shattering force.

A single figure descends from the steely pinnacle, floating on a cloud of blue gleam. She lands in front of the ashen Epic, and looks him in the eye.

"Welcome to Newcago. Please enjoy the remainder of your stay," she says.

Then, hands raised, Elsa Steelheart calls an iceberg to dwarf a skyscraper into the air, where it dominates the sky. She releases her hold, and it falls.

A blaze of light filters through the statue, the red of flaring hellfire. For an instant, Ash Ewok is seen within, desperately holding the whips of flame before him.

The thump rattles the entire city, and the hellfire is extinguished.

Elsa Steelheart begins her work on the only piece of inanimate, solid matter made of anything but steel for miles.

She has a statue to carve.

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In the dark core of the frozen steel city, flame washes out, melting ice, heating metal to white brilliance. Ash Ewok, a cruel and dangerous Epic, smashes his whips of blowtorch flame out of a swirling, ashen cloak. He laughs maniacally as the lines of hot fire spread across the ground, widening and cooling into liquid metal trenches before and about him. Ash Ewok wades these easily, the dense currents of ash he wears deadening the heat as he marches into the depth of the cold.

"FIGHT ME!!" he screams. A running citizen is reduced to ash, a pale substance that swirls briefly before being sucked into his cloak. "DEFEND YOUR CITY, COWARD QUEEN!"

But the spire of glowing ice is silent, pulsing eerie blue above Newcago's dead streets.

He makes it to the fortress, ripping blazing strips of steel from the streets all the way, with no attack. Sometimes, fleeing denizens are burnt and assimilated, but far less often than one would think; they almost seem an offering to a visiting Epic, a declaration that a few deaths are meaningless. Their gift makes them meaningless, and Ash Ewok's lips twist, unsatisfied - even the new souls for his flame and ash for his cloak is not enough to slake him. He must hunt, burn, take and damnation to himself for eternity. Nothing less will do, and these paltry offerings are insults.

At the base of the dark and glowing pinnacle, he screams again.

"I WILL HUNT YOU, COWARD QUEEN! YOUR HEART WILL BE ASH, YOUR SOUL WILL BE FLAME! CHALLENGE ME!"

For a long moment, all is silent, save for the trailing whips of blowtorch hellfire. They eat at the ground, heating it to glowing puddles.

Then the first attacks come.

A pale blue beam arcs down from the throne room, aimed for Ash Ewoks heart. He screams in pleasure and rage, lashing upwards with his whips of flame. They cross as they meet the beam, and there's a pulse of white as it explodes into a shower of ice, bridging the street and held in place by some strange art. More beams follow, as Ash Ewok slashes them from the sky, filling the air with frozen traceries of boulder-sized icebergs.

Ash Ewok laughs with each engagement, his fires dashing brighter and brighter. He plunges the whips into the puddles of steel, then hurls them upwards, flecks of molten metal eating through the mountain of suspended ice. He clears the area above his head of obstruction, walking closer and closer to the spire.

Beams of dazzling blue fall like a terrible hailstorm, each met by a flick of the whips, spraying boulders of ice across the air with each shot.

"I SEE YOUR TRICKERY, COWARD QUEEN!" he screams. "I'LL CUT YOUR ICE FROM THE SKY!"

And with a simultaneous slash of both his whips, he cuts into the tower. The cut digs deep, nearly severing the tower; the entire structure shudders and falls a few feet. House-sized slabs of ice break off the upper spires, tumbling down to shatter on steel streets below.

And, for a moment, a clear, cold laugh fills the air. Delighted, like a connoisseur of wine tasting the most delightful of vintages.

The laugh echoes, not stopping. It grows louder, harsher, becoming a sob and then a wordless scream. Sound ripples across Newcago from that aweful sound, a slow, slow wave shaking steel and everything else.

What isn't steel, becomes it.

A creeping blaze of power and metal impossibility flees down the icy tower, turning all to hard, unyielding steel. Entire spires and crenellations scream and collapse, the metal unable to stand the pressure. Still the scream echoes, and now it reaches the floating boulders; they become steel as well, dropping from the sky with screams and sparks to pile up around the fiery Epic. He survives by virtue of his ash, hurling himself out of the way, but the steel boulders meet where he had stood with a blaze of fire and sparks, connecting with worlds shattering force.

A single figure descends from the steely pinnacle, floating on a cloud of blue gleam. She lands in front of the ashen Epic, and looks him in the eye.

"Welcome to Newcago. Please enjoy the remainder of your stay," she says.

Then, hands raised, Elsa Steelheart calls an iceberg to dwarf a skyscraper into the air, where it dominates the sky. She releases her hold, and it falls.

A blaze of light filters through the statue, the red of flaring hellfire. For an instant, Ash Ewok is seen within, desperately holding the whips of flame before him.

The thump rattles the entire city, and the hellfire is extinguished.

Elsa Steelheart begins her work on the only piece of inanimate, solid matter made of anything but steel for miles.

She has a statue to carve.

That was an amazing story!!!! I love it!!!

:)

You can really write, Lord Swimmingly! :)

I carved the statue into everyone on this thread

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*walks into the Court, dressed in a crisply pressed Feathertip uniform, Shardspear at the ready* "Hello?"

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Aha! This is going to be interesting. The Feathers are meeting the Newcagos. And of all the members they send, it's the most trigger-happy and loyal.

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Aha! This is going to be interesting. The Feathers are meeting the Newcagos. And of all the members they send, it's the most trigger-happy and loyal.

No Lord Lightsworn, I come of my own volition.

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We need to designate some basic geography here. Will the Court be inside that original, dessicated steel spire, or the new blueice statue that glares down on Newcago in front? What does the throne look like? How large is the room? What abominations of ice and snow stand guard by the door?

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No Lord Lightsworn, I come of my own volition.

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Trigger-happy much? 
 
Never mind me. I'm just observing again. Continue on with your business.
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I may be zealous, but I know where my loyalties lie unlike some. *Strike his Spear into the icy ground* "I demand an audience!"

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Feathertip Captain Mailliw73 marches in behind lwd and walks past, into the palace itself.

"Lady Elsa Steelheart, I serve milady Feather, but I believe we can work together. What say you?"

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*Salutes his captain and falls silent*

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Imyn M.G. Swil, Royal Architect and Defense Minister to the Queen:

Bow, sir, you are indeed,

a supplicant to our great Queen?

State, then, your buisness:

We've little time for the likes of you.

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