The Hero Maker, or the Hero Maker and Associates. An unscrupulous union of 7 gun runners, seemingly existing only for mutual profit and united under the banner of the infamous and mysterious reaver of the Arms trade, the Hero Maker. Together and with the aid of their subordinates they plot and adjust the scales of power to suit both their own and their overlord's whims and wishes. Though a band of amoral opportunists don't tend to get along well for long once they realise there's 6 others eating from a platter they could take for themselves.

(Story follows several different characters and their day to day lives, not overly plot focused.)

While most humans are brought to Equestria through near-death, death, or shenanigans, some are brought with a purpose. Meet Zack, he’s young, capable, more or less polite, and our victim. Princess Luna requires a moment’s peace, free from her sister’s pranks. One night, Luna comes up with the perfect plan: playing matchmaker. With her sister plotting, Celestia peacefully slumbers with dreams of mischief ripe in her head. If only she knew just what her little sister was capable of…

This story is rated L (Luna) for infrequent strong language and shipping.

Please proceed to here for reasoning behind the cancellation.

Evicted from his stable, Goldwreath is forced into a life full of perils and tragedies the like of which he has not asked for. Now facing entities of power far beyond anything he can imagine, a tyrannical military organization, a mysterious defense array in the mountains of Roam, and a foreboding phenomenon forming in the south, he must gather his wits and put his training to use in order to save the city of Roam. His enemies are tough, and his friends may not even be his friends, but no matter how hard the path he will defend the city to his last breath. That is, if he hasn't lost his sanity already.

In the frozen north of the Equestrian Wasteland lays a city, battered and crippled, but still clinging to life. It is beset on all sides my dangers.

Displaced griffins rage against the ponies they blame for the apocalypse. Madmares brood with their unquestioning minions under mountains of prewar technology. The Unity extends its malefic tendrils to sake it endless hunger for slaves. Unnatural horrors stalk the forests, consuming all in their path. A dozen factions rage against each other in wars of words, caps, secrets and fire, tearing at the very foundation of The Sovereign City. All the while an ancient threat prepares to once again, bathe its self in the blood and anguish of ponies.

Welcome to Flankorage.

(Comments are encouraged as this is my first attempt at fan fiction. The more feed back I can get, the better I can write.)

War. War was a foreign concept. After over a millennium of peace, the dark shadow of war covers Equestria leading to the Last Day and the end of pony civilisation for two hundred years. This is the tale of a pony who came long before the Wasteland, before Littlepip, before Red Eyes and the Enclave. This is the story of Rivet Bolt and his journey to become a champion of peace through an instrument of chaos.

Unfortunately, Our Finest Hour is dead and I currently have no interest in continuing/rewriting it at present. However, if you enjoy my writing, please check out my current FO:E side fic Waking the Dead! I'm sure you'll enjoy at least 5% more than a memory extraction!

This story is on indefinite hiatus. I've grown out of MLP and this story. What's there is yours to read, however updates may never happen, as much as it pains me to admit.

A young stallion, alone for the first time in his life, finds himself a long way from home in the Ponave, a vast wasteland filled with danger where small pockets of civilization attempt to survive while factions war over territory and power. This is the story of Clover as he attempts to make sense of his brother’s murder while exacting a personal justice over the one responsible…

I always wanted to go to Equestria. When I got the chance, I took the deal without reading the fine print. To my surprise, I didn't arrive there as a pony, or even as a human. It seems I get to view this world from a different perspective than what I've imagined.

My name is Echo. I am a Diamond Dog.

-Edited by the one, the only, Nathan Traveler!
-(Cover by Jovial_Shake of fimfiction.net)
-Now featured on Equestriadaily.com!