Special Operations Lunar Division: Grizeldaby Lightening_ZingChaptersBounty Poster 2.11.1852Letter from Blueblood 2.14.1852Blueblood DiaryIDEquestria Courier 2.2.1852Bounty Poster 2.11.1852/official bounty poster with Royal Guard stamp, confirming validity of document PAID BY EQUESTRIAN GOVERNMENT: Rescuing Prince Blueblood - 100 000 bits Capturing alive his kidnapper - 500 000 bits Same as above, but dead - 50 000 bits Any information related - 5 000 bits PAID BY PRINCESS CELESTIA: Rescuing Prince Blueblood - 1 500 000 bits Capturing his kidnapper - 50 000 bits Any information related - 10 000 bits Letter from Blueblood 2.14.1852/Letter written perfectly by unicorn with pencil on tattered cheap paper, stained with few blood spots Auntie, as you know I was kidnapped by some filthy ruffian. Said criminal asked me 'nicely' that I wrote her demands... Is she illiterate or something? I suppose not, sorry for blood on my letter. She wants 1 100 000 bits, calling of the chase, and ticket to Euponia. Blueblood Blueblood DiaryDay 15 16.2 My capturer gave me half of her notepad. I don't understand her motivation behind this. It's probably another insults toward me. Cheap gray, thin paper, and cardboard cover. And she simply ripped it off in half. I deserve better, she knows it, and that's why she gave me it. So, "diary", let's recall: I, Prince Blueblood, from Morrow family, founded by union of Princess Celestia and Knight Rough Patch in 964, one of most noblest families in the Equestria, one of the hoofsomest, richest stallions in Canterlot.... I was kidnapped two weeks by some barbaric griffoness which name I still don't know. Two weeks ago, my capturer attacked my chariot, wounded my guards, and took me as her prize. First three days my head was captured by dirty, suffocating sack and there was gag in my mouth and magic absorber on my horn. I was forcefed by her with some terrible hay, apples... how one can eat it without prior processing into dish is still mystery to me... and gave dirty water as a drink. How disgusting! So, here I am now, filthy, hungry, because I'm too disgusted to ate more this food than I need to keep going, dragged by some savage griffon, who knows where, Day 32 3.6 I stopped caring about my coat or what I eat. It had to happen few days ago, and only today I realized that. I'm dirty. I don't care. Should I? There's no place, no occasion to clean up, to restore my beauty. Beauty... I was never beautiful. It was work of my servants. They made me beautiful, I was work of their art. Now when I'm seeing my reflection, I can't see nothing more than a simple unkempt unicorn. Like all my, I believed, inborn nobleness was work of my make-up artist, hairdressers, manicurists... Weird idea, if they could find somepony looking like me, could they transform him into a Prince Blueblood? I'm eating wild plants, common food, like some tramp. I don't care. It's food. It feeds me. For now it's all I care. I'm regressing to some savage... and it doesn't bother me. What she did to me? I'm no longer Prince. Day 52 3.26 I Day 77 4.20 I love her. I don't understand it. I feel myself attached her, but not only as her prisoner. Day 96 5.8 I don't want to be rescued. ID/Official Equestrian ID card Name: Grizelda Surname: Nightborn Race: Griffin Born: 21 of December, 1830 A.D. Place of birth: Canterlot Height: 7,2 Hooves. Appearance: Griffis Aquilinae, white feathers with bleak red spots on her chest and around eyes, gray fur and wings, golden-yellow eyes. Mark: N/A -- STATUS: Hired. Equestria Courier 2.2.1852PRINCE BLUEBLOOD KIDNAPPED! /someone cut off one short article from newspaper, but it's still recognizable as Equestria Courier, one of Equestria most popular newspapers. Unknown assailant used some kind of fireworks, and forced prince air chariot to land. Pegasi guards of Prince split up, two guards stayed to protect Blueblood, when rest went to to investigate from where firework was shot. Lone attacker used this for his own advantage and quickly knocked out two alarmed, trained Royal Guards. Attacker was probably griffin, as his weapon of choice was crossbow with dull, broad, heavy bolts, used by different griffin nations as not lethal ammunition, and some kind of staff or bat. Then attacker proceed to attack guards and Prince Blueblood. As anonymous guard described it: 'We were on open field, awaiting for rest of guys to come back, but then Blueblood shouted when he was hit in chest with this heavy bolts... We tried to hide behind wreck of chariot, but after minute or less, bolts started to fly from different direction. Our enemy was faster than us, and we were in open field, unable to move closer toward tree line, without leaving Prince behind... then I took bolt to the side, it broke few of my ribs, I was out of action. I ordered kid to run, inform Equestria of our situation... but when he bolted off, some shape started to follow him... boy, it was fast. Kid tried to shake it off, but it cached him, and knocked off... Finally this damned griffin came for me. I thought I'm a goner, but he, or she, I'm not sure, just punched me into unconsciousness. When I woke up I was informed that no one was killed, and no permanent damage was done...' Was it attack of lone criminal hoping for ransom or part of more complicated political plot? Our reporters will keep you informed.
Bounty Poster 2.11.1852/official bounty poster with Royal Guard stamp, confirming validity of document PAID BY EQUESTRIAN GOVERNMENT: Rescuing Prince Blueblood - 100 000 bits Capturing alive his kidnapper - 500 000 bits Same as above, but dead - 50 000 bits Any information related - 5 000 bits PAID BY PRINCESS CELESTIA: Rescuing Prince Blueblood - 1 500 000 bits Capturing his kidnapper - 50 000 bits Any information related - 10 000 bits
Letter from Blueblood 2.14.1852/Letter written perfectly by unicorn with pencil on tattered cheap paper, stained with few blood spots Auntie, as you know I was kidnapped by some filthy ruffian. Said criminal asked me 'nicely' that I wrote her demands... Is she illiterate or something? I suppose not, sorry for blood on my letter. She wants 1 100 000 bits, calling of the chase, and ticket to Euponia. Blueblood
Blueblood DiaryDay 15 16.2 My capturer gave me half of her notepad. I don't understand her motivation behind this. It's probably another insults toward me. Cheap gray, thin paper, and cardboard cover. And she simply ripped it off in half. I deserve better, she knows it, and that's why she gave me it. So, "diary", let's recall: I, Prince Blueblood, from Morrow family, founded by union of Princess Celestia and Knight Rough Patch in 964, one of most noblest families in the Equestria, one of the hoofsomest, richest stallions in Canterlot.... I was kidnapped two weeks by some barbaric griffoness which name I still don't know. Two weeks ago, my capturer attacked my chariot, wounded my guards, and took me as her prize. First three days my head was captured by dirty, suffocating sack and there was gag in my mouth and magic absorber on my horn. I was forcefed by her with some terrible hay, apples... how one can eat it without prior processing into dish is still mystery to me... and gave dirty water as a drink. How disgusting! So, here I am now, filthy, hungry, because I'm too disgusted to ate more this food than I need to keep going, dragged by some savage griffon, who knows where, Day 32 3.6 I stopped caring about my coat or what I eat. It had to happen few days ago, and only today I realized that. I'm dirty. I don't care. Should I? There's no place, no occasion to clean up, to restore my beauty. Beauty... I was never beautiful. It was work of my servants. They made me beautiful, I was work of their art. Now when I'm seeing my reflection, I can't see nothing more than a simple unkempt unicorn. Like all my, I believed, inborn nobleness was work of my make-up artist, hairdressers, manicurists... Weird idea, if they could find somepony looking like me, could they transform him into a Prince Blueblood? I'm eating wild plants, common food, like some tramp. I don't care. It's food. It feeds me. For now it's all I care. I'm regressing to some savage... and it doesn't bother me. What she did to me? I'm no longer Prince. Day 52 3.26 I Day 77 4.20 I love her. I don't understand it. I feel myself attached her, but not only as her prisoner. Day 96 5.8 I don't want to be rescued.
ID/Official Equestrian ID card Name: Grizelda Surname: Nightborn Race: Griffin Born: 21 of December, 1830 A.D. Place of birth: Canterlot Height: 7,2 Hooves. Appearance: Griffis Aquilinae, white feathers with bleak red spots on her chest and around eyes, gray fur and wings, golden-yellow eyes. Mark: N/A -- STATUS: Hired.
Equestria Courier 2.2.1852PRINCE BLUEBLOOD KIDNAPPED! /someone cut off one short article from newspaper, but it's still recognizable as Equestria Courier, one of Equestria most popular newspapers. Unknown assailant used some kind of fireworks, and forced prince air chariot to land. Pegasi guards of Prince split up, two guards stayed to protect Blueblood, when rest went to to investigate from where firework was shot. Lone attacker used this for his own advantage and quickly knocked out two alarmed, trained Royal Guards. Attacker was probably griffin, as his weapon of choice was crossbow with dull, broad, heavy bolts, used by different griffin nations as not lethal ammunition, and some kind of staff or bat. Then attacker proceed to attack guards and Prince Blueblood. As anonymous guard described it: 'We were on open field, awaiting for rest of guys to come back, but then Blueblood shouted when he was hit in chest with this heavy bolts... We tried to hide behind wreck of chariot, but after minute or less, bolts started to fly from different direction. Our enemy was faster than us, and we were in open field, unable to move closer toward tree line, without leaving Prince behind... then I took bolt to the side, it broke few of my ribs, I was out of action. I ordered kid to run, inform Equestria of our situation... but when he bolted off, some shape started to follow him... boy, it was fast. Kid tried to shake it off, but it cached him, and knocked off... Finally this damned griffin came for me. I thought I'm a goner, but he, or she, I'm not sure, just punched me into unconsciousness. When I woke up I was informed that no one was killed, and no permanent damage was done...' Was it attack of lone criminal hoping for ransom or part of more complicated political plot? Our reporters will keep you informed.
