The day was much cooler than the companions thought it would be. The nights were growing colder with each passing day and summer was certainly at an end. Shēdo found the cooler temperatures agreeable, as there was a lot less panting. While walking, she kept an eye on a pack of lurking crackle jackals in the distance.

“Where is home for you?” Shēdo asked to break the monotony of walking westward.

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It could not be contested that some earth ponies were natural diggers, but they had hooves, and not diggy-diggy claws. Shēdo, a diamond dog, had diggy-diggy claws, diggy-diggy claws that were imbued with strong magic meant to move earth. She could carve through granite with one swipe, and diggy-diggy claws were one of the few things that could pierce diamond dog bones with ease.

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“Shēdo no understand what just happened.” Standing in the street, Shēdo admired her new bag and thought about all of their new supplies. She felt suspicious about what had just taken place, and she felt guilty for feeling suspicious. She wanted to believe that there were good creatures in the world, even after everything that had happened.

“What don’t you understand?” Conifer asked as he rubbed up against Shēdo to enjoy her fluffiness.

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And so it came to pass, Shēdo and Conifer set out on an adventure, along with an all-powerful talking sword, which just so happened to double as a stick to carry Shēdo’s bindle. What? You don’t know what a bindle is? A bindle is the little sack that hobos tie to the end of a stick and then carry over their shoulder. Shēdo took the tattered remains of her knapsack and tied them to the hilt of her magnificent, troll-slaying sword.

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“You disgusting public toilet troll!” Limey screamed as Shēdo rolled away from the giant troll’s club. “You’re a nancy little self-fondling beta male! Shēdo has a stronger piss stream than you do, you self-sounding, urethra-fingering mutant!”

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There seems to be some confusion about Shēdo's size. For that, I am sorry, but once again, as a writer, I was playing tricks upon my reader. Shēdo's size hasn't changed in the story. She's still a pup. But perspectives have changed. Allow me to illustrate.

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Both Conifer and his singing came to an abrupt halt. Shēdo too, halted, and she peered ahead, trying to figure out what she was looking at in the clearing ahead. It was puzzling, and she had no idea what it might be. It was gleaming white and it looked a bit like a chair or a throne. The zebra colt laughed, but it did nothing to ease Shēdo’s growing tension.

“It’s a very public toilet!” Conifer announced in a loud voice.

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“The seeing stone,” the dragon replied, “is a clever little trinket from a bygone era. It was created by four great powers, alicorns who rose to the very pinnacle of their power. Terra Firma provided the stone, calling it up from the heart of the earth. Eternity and Chronos connected it to time and magic. Pale allowed it to touch dead memories, the memories that no one remembers anymore, because they are no longer living memory.” The dragon’s tail curled around his body and his eyes

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I've had a number of people a little angry with me and even offended for calling Samurai a 'Headhunting Cult' in Dogged Determination. There has been a number of rather heated private messages where people try to explain to me in detail all about the Samurai and their moral purity, the Bushido code, and how no true Samurai would ever do something as savage as lopping off a head. At least one person has blocked me and I suppose has stopped speaking to me because of the subject. It seems

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A bit old old school second edition AD&D stupid fun.

Shēdo, level 1 Kensai. Diamond Dog. Age 8.

Str: 14
Dex: 16
Con: 13
Int: 8
Wis: 17
Chr: 11

Talents and abilities: Spirit sight. (Undeveloped) Foraging. Digging and excavation. First aid. Being sneaky. Magic sense. Night vision. Exceptional hearing. Exceptional smell. Shadowplay. (Developing)

Weapons:

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There she is. Our heroine. See how she sleeps, all curled up in a little hollow hidden beneath the roots of a tree. So cute and cuddly… and caked in blood. Oh, she tried taking a bath, but she was exhausted, and not much got cleaned. So now she slumbers, her cheek resting against my scabbard, and she dreams a little dream.

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And I do apologise for Limey Narrator. He's gonna be a pain in the ass.

I released this against my better judgment, so we'll see how this goes.

I am still not convinced that this is a good idea.