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// Othob Udos, Child III, part I 
// Story: Tales of the Slaves to Armok: God of Blood and (not at all) Friendship 
// by Timemaster 
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Othob Udos, Child


Finally in some sort of clearing in the forest, Uthob Udos climbed up a tree to see where he was in relation to the forest. All the boy saw was, seemingly endless, amounts of happy green trees and, off in the distance, large flocks of some rather big birds. The boy could not see the giant birds clearly, but after some time staring at them, he realized that they were far bigger than him, and like a true dwarf, got out of sight by sliding back down the tree. Happy that he did not break half his body doing that, Othob sat down and pet the War Dog♀, all the while deciding where he should go. 
After twelve minutes, Uthob felt the need to follow wherever that cackling thing's follower went. The boy and the War Dog♀ stood up and sprinted in the direction of the follower.


Ring RIngDing Jong Jing, Leader of the Changeling Rebellion against "It"


RingDing Jong Jing, Jing Jongie, George, Jingjingjing, and JONG sat at a round table, each of them armored up to the maximum. RingDing Jong Jing sported a thick, green, button up general's uniform from the fallen Pony Republic of the long past as he looked upon his brethren. The Leader's teeth oozed with anger, as did everyone else's, and some of the ooze fell and dissolved parts of the table.

"JONG," RingDIng Jong Jing said, catching the behemoth JONG's attention, "what happened to the rest of your division during your last strike?"

"Well my dear," the giant, stupid, idiot said, "we seemed to have done severe damage to the beast's right arm, but at the horrific cost of a few dozen Behemoths."

RingDing Jong Jing smashed his hand into the table, the sound echoing throughout the room, and then said, "Damn it all, JONG! You know we can't reproduce until I mature, which could be centuries for all we know!"

JONG lowered his head and said, "I am sorry, mistress."

RingDIng Jong Jing sighed, "What about your squad of magic users, Jing Jongie?"

"Our team," the small, red-eyed, wingless, changeling said, "used our magic to retrieve one of the beast's magical items."

Jing Jongie used his powerful horn with an orange hue to levitate the strange axe to the Leader. The leader took it in her own magical grasp and observed it.

"Anything of use?" RingDing Jong Jing asked.

"Well, after looking over it with the spell 'Observation', our team discovered that the axe was the weapon that the father of 'it' used to fight off a legion of us, and," the red-eyed changeling smiled, "with the spell 'Observation II', we have found a way to recreate this strange, and god-like, metal!"

The Leader looked on in awe and asked, "How long will it take to recreate this?"

"My lord, we had had the materials for this all of this time, but we never knew that some iron, ash, and a barrel of blood!"

The Leader smiled, "Good job Jing Jongie, you may have given us a way to fight off the beast!"

Jing Jongie Blushed.

"Now," the Leader said, "George."

George looked at the leader.

"How is the Metamorphosis Program going?"

George smiled.

"Good," the Leader said, relieved a little, "how many new recruits?"

George thought of a little, counting.

"George?"

"About two thousand," George whispered.

Fixing her hair from the knockback, the Leader smiled, "good job, George!"

George smiled before going back to drooling onto the table.

"Now, how about your scout army Jingjingjing?" The Leader asked.

Jingjingjing shook and vibrated as his teeth started to chatter.

"What is it?"

JIngjingjing looked at the leader and said, "one of our sources from inside Canterlot told me that," JingJingjing puked, "they told me that there was another."

"Another what?"

...

"You can't mean?"

"Yes," Jingjingjing said, shitting, "we found out that there was a malevolent, undead, beast just like 'It'!"

"It's an undead, too?" The Leader screamed, surprised, "Where is it?"

"I have no clue, but it was seen last by the Princess of the Skies near the Foal Mountains, in the forest at the base of the mountains!"

The Leader sighed, "then, hopefully, the equestrians will take care of it."

Jingjingjing smiled fakingly, and thought, but not even the superpowered ponies could stop that menace...

He instead said, laughing a little, "Yeah, they must be able to!"

...

...



Then boring politics happened.




Armok


Armok sat down on his couch and turned on his flat screen television. He put the Jar of Worlds to the side and watched Panty and Stockings with Garterbelt all day.