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1,200 words in this one. Not bad but I've got longer one's on me of that I'm sure. Hope you guys like.
Spectrum trudged along through Whitetail Woods. Rain pitter pattered off his thick rain coat and a chilling cold settled over the forest. A small blue flame kept the chill at bay and offered illumination in the night. His path had put him out of the way of any military movements. It was out of the way, essentially one of the many paths that the now flooded town of Ponyville used for its Running of the Leaves, a once time honored event essential to autumn. The path had long since been abandoned. Now it was a path only known by foxes and the occasional wolf pack.
A few wolves sniffed at him from afar but stayed at a fair distant. The cyan buck’s ears perked as he heard a whine and smirked. He knew the wolves were wary of a new intruder and under normal circumstance would attack but his magic aura, sinister in its feel to those that could sense it, was what kept the predators at bay. His first stop was Woodswatch, though it was close to the war zones it was predominantly untouched by combat. It was peaceful he had heard. He enjoyed the peaceful atmosphere it gave him time to think. In recent days he had heard of the rise in alicorn sightings. He shivered but it wasn’t at the cold or fear, it was anticipation. He relished the thought of meeting one of the God’s that ruled their world.
He wished to pick their brains, learn of what they had seen in the world. They held the wisdom and knowledge needed to bring Equestria back to a Golden Age but the last thing the broken country needed was another set of Sisters. The last twenty years had shown that Equestria couldn’t handle its own affairs. The country had cannibalized itself and the pony race’s dependence on these God’s needed to end, Luna’s downfall should have taught them that much. But no they wanted to cower under the Princess’ skirts.
It made him sick in all truth. Pony kind needed to better itself; they needed to look to the future. Up north the Griffins wait for the right moment to strike. Across the seas countries move to wage war with each other and it was only a matter of time before they set their sights to the broken country too. He had seen the barbaric ways of the settlements across the seas. Scars that marred his coat under the cloak itched at remembering them, mementos of such cruelties that plagued the oversea lands. When he had seen the kindness this land had once been legendary for he held nothing but hope.
Then the war came about, petty in his eyes but he needed to choose a side. And he chose to follow Twilight Sparkle. A smile tugged at the edges of his lips when he recalled the day he met the mare. She had asked him to become part of her council of mages, when it happened he felt honored. The most powerful unicorn in this generation asking a lowly scholar such as he to aid her in shaping Equestria. Of course he'd agree. Who wouldn’t in his position?
Spectrum was shaken from his thoughts when he heard someone yelling out.
“Oi stranger what be yer business?”
Spectrum looked up to see an earth pony stallion with a lantern on his back; his own cloak ragged and well worn.
“Just a weary traveler seeking food and shelter,” Spectrum called back,” Tell me friend where is it I have found myself in?”
The earth pony trotted forward,” Ye be near Woodswatch stranger. I’m Vantage. And you stranger?”
Spectrum felt compelled to use his name but instead one he despised, one that reminded him of years best left forgotten.
“Jadno.”
Crashing regarded Thea’s suggestion and he found he didn’t like it. But the Goddess was in her domain in the way of the hunt. She made the hunt an art, all he made it was a bloody mess.
“Very well lass,” he said,” I wish ye luck. I’ve a war ta win in the meantime.” With that he extended his wings,” Be wary lass things isn’t what they seem. I’ve a bad feelin’ an’ I know you feel it.” His gaze become softer but serious,” Don’t lose yerself to yer darkness. Not unless yer willing ta conquer it.”
He took wing toward Manehatten. He had an army to form and a House to bring to its knees.
The alicorn met up with his captains at dawn the next morning. They were surprised to see him at such a time, and wary to see him in such a dark mood. The Pirate God was never so grim to them and he looked as if he’d aged centuries. For Crashing he had been surprised that gilded Leaf and his fellow slaves had stayed. When he parted with them the slave had been skeptical of them, now they seemed thick as thieves. If you’d forgive the pun.
The now hundred strong group moved to the coast and took to the sea. They made good time until they came into contact with Seapony scouts.
“Lord Wave,” one said as he bowed in reverence,” We are honored to see you alive and well.
“Aye I bet ye are,” Crashing responded. Gilded Leaf and his fellow slaves gaped at the seaponies. Softstep rolled her eyes and chuckled at their gaping stares.
“Careful mate,” she said, amused,” “You’re libel ta catch a floatin’ urchin.”
Crashing ignored the talk behind him,” Where’s Sunpearl?”
“The Queen is a league north my lord,” another said, his gaze drifted to the land dwellers. A sneer threatened to form on his muzzle but he held it back. He looked back to Crashing,” We will show the way.”
Crashing nodded,” Then do so.”
The scouts bowed and motioned f0or the small army to follow. With swift currents at their back they made it to the main army. The mass of seaponies had made a camp of a set of sand bars off the coast of Stalliongrad.
The captains all bore the same shocked expression’s as the former slaves. Gilded smirked and nudged Softstep,” Careful of urchins.”
She turned a glare at him but a small smile tugged at her lips.
Queen Sunpearl of the Moonlit seas, clad in full battle regalia, swam forward. Twin guards in sliver, white armor flanked her, their faces hidden behind menacing masks. The red mare smiled and bowed to her God.
“Master of the Sea we have awaited your return.”
“Ye’ve no reason ta bow ta me lass," Crashing said with his own bow,” I’m but a lowly retch in the presence of such beauty.”
She giggled, the sound similar to silver bells. “I thank you my lord.” She waved a hoof toward her army,” As you can tell we are ready to aid you in any way you need.”
Crashing looked over the group,” What of Avur lass?”
“He hunts a league away in deeper waters,” Sunpearl looked out to the open sea,” He waits as we do.”
“Well then its time ta bring a certain corrupted soul to ‘er knees,” Crashing said his tone grim,” Gather yer army. We take Stalliongrad first.” He stepped out into the water, his horn glowing deep blue. All was silent until Avur burst form the water, its many clawed arms finding purchase around the alicorn in the sand. Its dragon-like head inches from Crashing’s face. It emitted a sound like a rumbling purr, its black misty eyes focused on the God of the Sea. “Then we take Moon an’ Stars one city at a time. They either give up their ways,” he turned an eye to his captains and the Queen, its iris black as moonless night,” Or die.”
A few wolves sniffed at him from afar but stayed at a fair distant. The cyan buck’s ears perked as he heard a whine and smirked. He knew the wolves were wary of a new intruder and under normal circumstance would attack but his magic aura, sinister in its feel to those that could sense it, was what kept the predators at bay. His first stop was Woodswatch, though it was close to the war zones it was predominantly untouched by combat. It was peaceful he had heard. He enjoyed the peaceful atmosphere it gave him time to think. In recent days he had heard of the rise in alicorn sightings. He shivered but it wasn’t at the cold or fear, it was anticipation. He relished the thought of meeting one of the God’s that ruled their world.
He wished to pick their brains, learn of what they had seen in the world. They held the wisdom and knowledge needed to bring Equestria back to a Golden Age but the last thing the broken country needed was another set of Sisters. The last twenty years had shown that Equestria couldn’t handle its own affairs. The country had cannibalized itself and the pony race’s dependence on these God’s needed to end, Luna’s downfall should have taught them that much. But no they wanted to cower under the Princess’ skirts.
It made him sick in all truth. Pony kind needed to better itself; they needed to look to the future. Up north the Griffins wait for the right moment to strike. Across the seas countries move to wage war with each other and it was only a matter of time before they set their sights to the broken country too. He had seen the barbaric ways of the settlements across the seas. Scars that marred his coat under the cloak itched at remembering them, mementos of such cruelties that plagued the oversea lands. When he had seen the kindness this land had once been legendary for he held nothing but hope.
Then the war came about, petty in his eyes but he needed to choose a side. And he chose to follow Twilight Sparkle. A smile tugged at the edges of his lips when he recalled the day he met the mare. She had asked him to become part of her council of mages, when it happened he felt honored. The most powerful unicorn in this generation asking a lowly scholar such as he to aid her in shaping Equestria. Of course he'd agree. Who wouldn’t in his position?
Spectrum was shaken from his thoughts when he heard someone yelling out.
“Oi stranger what be yer business?”
Spectrum looked up to see an earth pony stallion with a lantern on his back; his own cloak ragged and well worn.
“Just a weary traveler seeking food and shelter,” Spectrum called back,” Tell me friend where is it I have found myself in?”
The earth pony trotted forward,” Ye be near Woodswatch stranger. I’m Vantage. And you stranger?”
Spectrum felt compelled to use his name but instead one he despised, one that reminded him of years best left forgotten.
“Jadno.”
Crashing regarded Thea’s suggestion and he found he didn’t like it. But the Goddess was in her domain in the way of the hunt. She made the hunt an art, all he made it was a bloody mess.
“Very well lass,” he said,” I wish ye luck. I’ve a war ta win in the meantime.” With that he extended his wings,” Be wary lass things isn’t what they seem. I’ve a bad feelin’ an’ I know you feel it.” His gaze become softer but serious,” Don’t lose yerself to yer darkness. Not unless yer willing ta conquer it.”
He took wing toward Manehatten. He had an army to form and a House to bring to its knees.
The alicorn met up with his captains at dawn the next morning. They were surprised to see him at such a time, and wary to see him in such a dark mood. The Pirate God was never so grim to them and he looked as if he’d aged centuries. For Crashing he had been surprised that gilded Leaf and his fellow slaves had stayed. When he parted with them the slave had been skeptical of them, now they seemed thick as thieves. If you’d forgive the pun.
The now hundred strong group moved to the coast and took to the sea. They made good time until they came into contact with Seapony scouts.
“Lord Wave,” one said as he bowed in reverence,” We are honored to see you alive and well.
“Aye I bet ye are,” Crashing responded. Gilded Leaf and his fellow slaves gaped at the seaponies. Softstep rolled her eyes and chuckled at their gaping stares.
“Careful mate,” she said, amused,” “You’re libel ta catch a floatin’ urchin.”
Crashing ignored the talk behind him,” Where’s Sunpearl?”
“The Queen is a league north my lord,” another said, his gaze drifted to the land dwellers. A sneer threatened to form on his muzzle but he held it back. He looked back to Crashing,” We will show the way.”
Crashing nodded,” Then do so.”
The scouts bowed and motioned f0or the small army to follow. With swift currents at their back they made it to the main army. The mass of seaponies had made a camp of a set of sand bars off the coast of Stalliongrad.
The captains all bore the same shocked expression’s as the former slaves. Gilded smirked and nudged Softstep,” Careful of urchins.”
She turned a glare at him but a small smile tugged at her lips.
Queen Sunpearl of the Moonlit seas, clad in full battle regalia, swam forward. Twin guards in sliver, white armor flanked her, their faces hidden behind menacing masks. The red mare smiled and bowed to her God.
“Master of the Sea we have awaited your return.”
“Ye’ve no reason ta bow ta me lass," Crashing said with his own bow,” I’m but a lowly retch in the presence of such beauty.”
She giggled, the sound similar to silver bells. “I thank you my lord.” She waved a hoof toward her army,” As you can tell we are ready to aid you in any way you need.”
Crashing looked over the group,” What of Avur lass?”
“He hunts a league away in deeper waters,” Sunpearl looked out to the open sea,” He waits as we do.”
“Well then its time ta bring a certain corrupted soul to ‘er knees,” Crashing said his tone grim,” Gather yer army. We take Stalliongrad first.” He stepped out into the water, his horn glowing deep blue. All was silent until Avur burst form the water, its many clawed arms finding purchase around the alicorn in the sand. Its dragon-like head inches from Crashing’s face. It emitted a sound like a rumbling purr, its black misty eyes focused on the God of the Sea. “Then we take Moon an’ Stars one city at a time. They either give up their ways,” he turned an eye to his captains and the Queen, its iris black as moonless night,” Or die.”
kapuchu said
I wanted Amaretto's travel to be more than just "He's at A. And now he's at B!" I want stuff to happen along the way. Not sure if I'm gonna do more stops like this.
The style kinda reminds me of EE Knight's The Age of Fire. He had a similiar point a then point b styling. Overall good post liked it
EldritchOne said
I will try and post today, but I dunno how well constructed it will be though, I am severely depressed... I need a distraction.
Whats got you down chum
Okay its all fixed. Decided to say ta hell with it and fix it via phone. Oh ang may I make a character sheet for Astral Spectrum.
That number is sure to bring you good fortune my friend
Monochromatic Rainbow said
Everybody's getting up to shenanigans now!Also (Sorry, I had to.)
That number is sure to bring you good fortune my friend
The flying away part I'll have to change when I get off work. Did that spot change from my phone so doing anything bigger like a whole paragraph will be a headache and a half
Okay fixed. Sorry bout that.
kapuchu said
Grimdark: Old Hoof is a smoking crater after Theá wiped it off the map in a fit of rage... He can't really find those records in that town ^^Also, could you edit it so that Crashing doesn't just fly away in the end? Theá has something she'd want to say, partly because she's miffed that he's "we do this and this. No, you don't get a say in this." And also because she has a different idea as to what should be done.
Damn that's Right hold up
Posted and raring ta go. I and I hope I haven't overstepped my bounds with Spectrum. If I have let me know.
Spectrum grinned down at the decoded pages. He couldn’t believe his luck! After seven straight hours of deciphering he had found the small book was a financial record. A pony’s financial record would tell you their past, present and, if you’re smart enough to figure it out, their future. He swept over the records. Mainly mundane things such as food, water, surgical tools and the like but what caught his eye was repairs on a house in Redheart’s Refuge, Woodswatch, Whitetail Village, And several other such places throughout Equestria. It seemed as though the good doctor had prepared for the instance when he would need to flee. Spectrum knew he would need to search each place for him. He looked out the window. Outside, the town of Golden Pines was bustling with activity as ponies went about their activities. He had taken to the road as soon as he had the book in hoof.
He looked down at the market square from his room window with a neutral gaze. It was a calming atmosphere to be sure and ideal for a scholar but besides that it held a nostalgia of sorts for him. It reminded him of where he came from. He felt a lip twitch as his muzzle tried to form a frown but he held it back. After all one must not forget your roots even if they hold nothing but anger for you. He shook his head of his train of thought and started packing his things. His first stop was Redheart’s Refuge.
Crashing looked at his sister, a small smile threatening to form on his muzzle,” Thank ye lass.” He was grateful for the music and it was just what he needed to calm the churning sea within his soul. He stood up straight and gave the sea green mare a light nuzzle. “Ye always know how ta clam me lass. Now then I believe we’ve a snake in th’ grass ta ‘unt. Let’s get to it.” The alicorn rummaged through his bag and pulled out a map. Unfurling it he pointed to a dot by a grouping of drawn trees marked ‘Whitetail Woods’. “I have some ponies under me wing that will eb able ta ‘elp our search. After I've gathered me crew what say we meet up 'ere at Red'warts's Refuge?"
“From there we should be able ta rack our brains tagether ta find this Silver Scalpel. Sides that I’ll ‘ave one of me Captains find out what ‘e can of this scoundrel. ‘e’s got connections with Whitegold ya see an’ I’ve a feelin’ they may know of ‘im.” Crashing rolled the map back up and put it back in his bag. He then extracted a bottle of amber liquid and took a hearty swig. The burn felt welcome to his throat and he put it back. “What ye say lass? Sound like a plan?"
The collected captains of the Leviathan Fleet with the addition of Gilded Leaf sat around a small campfire. Mushroom and leek stew in a cast iron pot steamed as a=it was cooked over the fire, it aroma wafting through the air. But the collection of ponies and one minotaur ignored it. They had made camp outside the borders of Manehatten and had acquired much needed supplies once there. Most of the slaves had long since moved on but Gilded and a few others had decided to stay. The thing that bothered them though was that they had been attacked on the way there by a unicorn and Thestral. They won sure enough and even captured the unicorn. Unfortunately the Thestral had gotten away.
“So he’s from Moon and Stars hmmm?” Softstep said as she brought her pewter mug filled with grog to her lips. She smacked her lips after a drought of the green liquid and set it down.
Across from her Bovir nodded,” Yes but they weren’t out for revenge. They were ordered to secure a prisoner for information.”
“Do ya know who gave th’ order lad?” Crosswind’s asked as he warmed his hooves by the fire.
“That’s the only thing I couldn’t get out of him,” the minotaur sighed,” Whoever he or she is the poor bastard refused to speak their name. Dear,” Bovir glanced at Swansong as she spooned a bit of the stew into a bowl,” Do you know of any that could be the focus of such fear?”
She took on a pensive expression as she set the ladle down,” Hmmm I can only say the Archmagister herself or Head Inquisitor Lulamoon...wait there was one. His name was Astral Spectrum. I’d never met him myself but a few of the Thestral Nightstalkers seemed to fear him and mind you these Nightstalkers are something out of a nightmare with the way they fight so it’d be safe to assume that’s who it is. Not only that but he was just appointed as Head Priest when I fled with Bovir.” She scooped up some of her stew and hummed with content at the taste.
“I’ve certainly heard that name,” Gilded grunted from his position,” He visited the Domes once in a while and I could tell he was high ranking. The strange thing was he never approved of the cruelty of his guard toward us and trust me it wasn’t out of kindness. He didn’t think we were worth the effort of cruelty. Besides that I don’t really know much about him.” He drained his mug of rum. “Could try mentioning the name to the unicorn? Might give some insight.”
Bovir stood up,” That’s actually a good idea.” The massive minotaur walked toward one of the small tents that were in abundance in the camp. He went inside and a moment later screams were heard. Crosswinds and Softstep exchanged a glance while Swansong stared at the tent. The screams cut off and Bovir stepped out, clearly shaken. He sat down beside Swansong.
“Dear are you alright?” The mare put a comforting hoof on Bovir’s shoulder.
“I’ll be fine,” he gave his head a shake.
“I’m guessin’ this here Astral Spectrum be our pursuer,” Crosswinds said, his eyebrow raised.
“Yes and what’s worse he bit through his own tongue and before I could stop him he drowned himself.” Bovir had never seen such fear in his life before. Under normal circumstances he would chock it up to devotion but the look in the stallion’s eyes when he mentioned the name…
“Well then I’d say we’ve garnered a dangerous enemy then,” Softstep said. Her brow furrowed as she racked her brain. It was clear they had stumbled into a situation and she would be the first to admit that she wouldn’t know how to deal with such a pony. All she knew was how to use a sword and how to keep a ship from crashing against the rocks. She sighed and drained her bowl of stew,' I've a bad feeling about all this.'
He looked down at the market square from his room window with a neutral gaze. It was a calming atmosphere to be sure and ideal for a scholar but besides that it held a nostalgia of sorts for him. It reminded him of where he came from. He felt a lip twitch as his muzzle tried to form a frown but he held it back. After all one must not forget your roots even if they hold nothing but anger for you. He shook his head of his train of thought and started packing his things. His first stop was Redheart’s Refuge.
Crashing looked at his sister, a small smile threatening to form on his muzzle,” Thank ye lass.” He was grateful for the music and it was just what he needed to calm the churning sea within his soul. He stood up straight and gave the sea green mare a light nuzzle. “Ye always know how ta clam me lass. Now then I believe we’ve a snake in th’ grass ta ‘unt. Let’s get to it.” The alicorn rummaged through his bag and pulled out a map. Unfurling it he pointed to a dot by a grouping of drawn trees marked ‘Whitetail Woods’. “I have some ponies under me wing that will eb able ta ‘elp our search. After I've gathered me crew what say we meet up 'ere at Red'warts's Refuge?"
“From there we should be able ta rack our brains tagether ta find this Silver Scalpel. Sides that I’ll ‘ave one of me Captains find out what ‘e can of this scoundrel. ‘e’s got connections with Whitegold ya see an’ I’ve a feelin’ they may know of ‘im.” Crashing rolled the map back up and put it back in his bag. He then extracted a bottle of amber liquid and took a hearty swig. The burn felt welcome to his throat and he put it back. “What ye say lass? Sound like a plan?"
The collected captains of the Leviathan Fleet with the addition of Gilded Leaf sat around a small campfire. Mushroom and leek stew in a cast iron pot steamed as a=it was cooked over the fire, it aroma wafting through the air. But the collection of ponies and one minotaur ignored it. They had made camp outside the borders of Manehatten and had acquired much needed supplies once there. Most of the slaves had long since moved on but Gilded and a few others had decided to stay. The thing that bothered them though was that they had been attacked on the way there by a unicorn and Thestral. They won sure enough and even captured the unicorn. Unfortunately the Thestral had gotten away.
“So he’s from Moon and Stars hmmm?” Softstep said as she brought her pewter mug filled with grog to her lips. She smacked her lips after a drought of the green liquid and set it down.
Across from her Bovir nodded,” Yes but they weren’t out for revenge. They were ordered to secure a prisoner for information.”
“Do ya know who gave th’ order lad?” Crosswind’s asked as he warmed his hooves by the fire.
“That’s the only thing I couldn’t get out of him,” the minotaur sighed,” Whoever he or she is the poor bastard refused to speak their name. Dear,” Bovir glanced at Swansong as she spooned a bit of the stew into a bowl,” Do you know of any that could be the focus of such fear?”
She took on a pensive expression as she set the ladle down,” Hmmm I can only say the Archmagister herself or Head Inquisitor Lulamoon...wait there was one. His name was Astral Spectrum. I’d never met him myself but a few of the Thestral Nightstalkers seemed to fear him and mind you these Nightstalkers are something out of a nightmare with the way they fight so it’d be safe to assume that’s who it is. Not only that but he was just appointed as Head Priest when I fled with Bovir.” She scooped up some of her stew and hummed with content at the taste.
“I’ve certainly heard that name,” Gilded grunted from his position,” He visited the Domes once in a while and I could tell he was high ranking. The strange thing was he never approved of the cruelty of his guard toward us and trust me it wasn’t out of kindness. He didn’t think we were worth the effort of cruelty. Besides that I don’t really know much about him.” He drained his mug of rum. “Could try mentioning the name to the unicorn? Might give some insight.”
Bovir stood up,” That’s actually a good idea.” The massive minotaur walked toward one of the small tents that were in abundance in the camp. He went inside and a moment later screams were heard. Crosswinds and Softstep exchanged a glance while Swansong stared at the tent. The screams cut off and Bovir stepped out, clearly shaken. He sat down beside Swansong.
“Dear are you alright?” The mare put a comforting hoof on Bovir’s shoulder.
“I’ll be fine,” he gave his head a shake.
“I’m guessin’ this here Astral Spectrum be our pursuer,” Crosswinds said, his eyebrow raised.
“Yes and what’s worse he bit through his own tongue and before I could stop him he drowned himself.” Bovir had never seen such fear in his life before. Under normal circumstances he would chock it up to devotion but the look in the stallion’s eyes when he mentioned the name…
“Well then I’d say we’ve garnered a dangerous enemy then,” Softstep said. Her brow furrowed as she racked her brain. It was clear they had stumbled into a situation and she would be the first to admit that she wouldn’t know how to deal with such a pony. All she knew was how to use a sword and how to keep a ship from crashing against the rocks. She sighed and drained her bowl of stew,' I've a bad feeling about all this.'
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