The good guys? · 3:22am Apr 12th, 2018
An excerpt from the Fancy Campaign…
Today, as we prepared to depart during the early hours just after dawn, a young griffoness named Griselda, who had stars in her eyes asked, “You are good guys, yes? You have come to save Fancy, yes?”
Are we the good guys?
Two rough and tumble combat engineers who are basically the same pony; one is from another world, another dimension. Both are hardened survivors, both know war. It is their bread and butter. They are shell-shocked stoics capable of doing unspeakable, unmentionable acts at a moment’s notice. I’ve watched them encase the living in shaped-stone sarcophagi and then leave them to their well deserved fate. I can still hear the screaming, just so you know.
The Jill-of-All-Trades is a murderous, stab-happy psychopath and probably an alcoholic. She watched her homeland burn and lived to see many of her kind stolen away into slavery. A terrible mix of torture, cruelty, and training as a windwarped assassin has turned her into a sadomasochistic minx. She’s downright sociopathic at times, but of all of us, she is not the worst.
A dapper minotaur might be the best of us, but I fear he will not remain sane for very long…
Alas, the Bard has had part of his soul stolen, leaving him broken and useless. All he can do is watch as this train wreck happens, and make journal entries like this one. One day, somebody might read this, and there will be questions such as, ‘Who thought this was a bright idea?’ Sorry, I have no answers to give you, but perhaps you would enjoy a nice chicken pot pie?
Our gunslinger is a happy-go-lucky hippogriff. An earth pony hippogriff, which is a mythical creature of legend. She seems harmless at first glance, but I have seen evidence of otherwise. Her aim can only be described as supernatural, her physical strength has to be seen to be believed, and she is a hippogriff. All of the magic of a pony with the raw ability of a griffon. It just isn’t fair how gifted she is.
And the worst of us? The psychopathic pyromaniac aristocrat. Are things not on fire? Don’t worry, at any given moment, they will be! He coughs, he wheezes, and he has hemophilia. Never in all of my travels have I ever seen a creature so deeply connected to fire. He’s foul tempered, entirely too intelligent, and certifiably insane. When hatters speak of madness, they mutter about him in hushed, terrified whispers. To see him is to have one’s skin shiver.
Are we the good guys?
No. No, we are most certainly not the good guys.
Why are we even here?
I tell you, I don’t know.
I suppose I came because I love my homeland. Motte and Bailey came because they follow orders. Bombay Sable is only here because I’m here, and for whatever reason, she loves me. Munro shouldn’t be here and I fear the trip will cost him his soul. Blackbird came out of some misguided notion to do good, but at some point she is going to drop the nice act and become the death-dealer she was born to be.
As for Dim? I strongly suspect that Dim was bored. For better or for worse, he is here.
All of Fancy might burn for it.
An except for the coming chapter. Might be out this weekend. We shall see.
*giggle*
This entire entry made me utter several deranged cackles of appreciation and anticipation. Be pleased, Kudzuhaiku, be pleased.
Are we going to find a preacher while we're here? Perhaps a Father Gasconeigh? Will he have a fondness for hunting beasts and an overwhelming weakness to the alluring scent of blood?
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to reference a second video game, a Father Grigori "saving" his "flock" after being irreversibly possessed by whatever shadow creatures consumed his town
Sounds about right, It's not like he could be planning to safeguard whatever remains of Blackbird's morality.
Yay good guys!