To avenge his great great grandfather from his untimely death from the hands of a Nimbusian and to retake the lands once originally owned by the minotaurs. Grover would lead a taskforce of the best knights of Arcturus to spearhead a full attack on the Riverlands.

Grover relished the thought of putting on the enchanted armor of The Arcturial Knights. Even though the normal Prussian military uniform was nice and stylish, especially with the helmet. Plus, now more than ever did he feel a sense of honor and pride wearing it. He fought and led his men in so many battles. But all of them were based on the schools and thoughts of organized military tactics. Superior Firepower, Blitizing, Grand Battleplans, Mass Assault. The Knights however employed Arcane Vanguard Assault: stealth and recon through invisibility cloaks. A specialized team of cartographers and spotters, hunters and survivalists planning all possible attack and fallback positions. Establishing safe houses etc with the assistance of intelligence agents. Diversionary tactics, from Grovers provocative looks to bring the enemy to attacking him to blatant sore thumb ideas to goad the enemy into showing and striking first, only to be ambushed. Or to plant intel that is believable yet either outdated or never true in the first place. Enchanted potions, casting, bombs, and other equipment would cause internal infrastructure damage akin to the shock and awe of superior firepower but without mass organized planning. Lastly, the nature of the Knight himself. They all are taught the ways of magic and enchantment. Finding every way possible to meet the ponies in all forms of combat, to use it against them, to steal their magic even and destroy the possibility of using it. Be it making their horns or caging them. A knight is meant to handle himself alone and together. To suppress pain and fear with devotion to god. In short: An elite team of warriors trained in Air, Sea, Land, and Enchanted combat.

Grover was part of the knight training himself during his early teen years on top of the normal military conditioning and education. The knights were the most intense for him. Long days alone in the wilderness caused fear among the palace court. Needing to survive off the land, fighting off the temptations of Maar, from enduring real magical and formal fire. To see death and appreciate life directly. Some thought would later say these tactics were too traumatic, yet the effect was a knightly force so devout and in love with one another that it would rival the military’s comradery and competent unity. The men working along with them only could gain more respect for him for his attempt to be the best, soon graduating with the rank of Paladin. All again proving the divinity of his family and their right to rule and aid the prosperity of Griffonkind.

However, during most of the expansion years they always stayed on the sidelines ensuring charity and aid to the conquered. To establish the gentle rule Grover would ensue. Now, here in the invasion of the riverlands. They lead the battle from the air. Leading the plains and guiding tank divisions with armor enough to deflect multiple rounds of machine gun fire. Air elite divisions would literally lead Air battalions with their modified and enchanted wings. Sea or water battalions would sabotage infrastructure. Land battalions would be fitted with the earliest super-heavy armor, later to be known as pre-power armor usage as they charged the enemy with enhanced vigor.

Grover along with his new flight armor commissioned a new crown. Akin to Grover II but one more than just a crown, A battle crown. One that protected all things related to the head. The inner mind from hypnosis from any cunning pony, from projectile hits from spears from any lucky nimbision. And to most importantly denote his presence for all to target him for his men could fire at their locations.

After the second sacking of Diamond Mountain and the liberation of all dogs. Grover decided to pose for the history books, letting a little bit of pride get to him. He started to enjoy showing off more, taking off his shirt, feeling the breeze of his Boreal given continent complimenting him. Deep down he knew he would feel a bit bad for being “Too much” later in the night. The humility his parents and Benito told him to be sometimes hindered his confidence, yet he continued to fight through it all. With forces encircling the Riverland nation from the north and south. With Arcturual forces causing immense logistical destruction of the enemy, all was certain that they would surrender.

Nimbissa was burned and given to the Minotuars, the Peguses relocated. Diamond mountain riches were given to the Duchy of Bronzehill. Though only to be refused and gifted to the Emperor as reward, for he and loving protection was the only riches the dogs needed. The treasury was overwhelmed with wealth. Slavery was abolished for all races and the wealth alone would fund the rebuilding of the continent. A newer crown would be commissioned but Grover will always have a fondness for this period. The men he served with, the thrill of battle was truly getting to him now. Soon a campaign was given to unite all Griffon owned lands. The Zebrican lands were annexed but a new found frustration and anger came to Grover as he wished to reclaim Nova Griffonia. But alas the Communists had it and those traitors were the only real threat against the Changeling Menace on Equus now. Though to everyone, seeing his anger and frustration decayed the up-tight noble yet gracious demeanor he presented always. People could see he was more than just divine. He could be flawed as the others, and that was more comforting than all the speeches and battle rallies he had done.

This was a request done by @Llamaboy_X on Twitter. I always dreamed of getting something from him and god is he perfect in style. This is just Amazing. You can also find his other artwork on his site here https://www.artstation.com/llamaboy THANK YOU Llamaboy this was fantastic!

Also note, my cannon. I mean at this point you all know I am doing my own thing with Grover but ye. My cannon, thy rules.

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