Each step of my armored boots on the hard-packed earth was confidence, crushing undergrowth beneath me. Each sway of my long, dragonslayer spear—grasped in my right gauntlet—was competence, deftly cutting low-hanging obstructions from my path, movements sinuous as a snake. As I walked, the plates of my golden armor, shaped to cover every inch of my upper body, moved together in a ceaseless, deadly dance. Though I walked with grace, I walked with caution; and though I walked with silence, all could hear me and fear. The sound of the metal coverings draped over my legs in layers, swishing through the air with a lethal intent. The rumblings of my armor as each step forced it to settle, and resettle. Doubtful be it that this forest had ever seen as dangerous a predator as I. And a predator I was, as my lion helmet and crimson plume denoted me.
I had been walking in this dark forest for hours, always in one direction. No creature had accosted me, for they heard my majesty, saw my lethality. I had been walking for hours, and now I was out.
Free, green plains spread before me as I exited the dense woodlands. A look about, and I observed that the forest itself stopped rather abruptly, as if a great line had been drawn, and I had just crossed it. Peculiar, but not noteworthy. No, what was truly noteworthy was a small village, which I could see lying a small distance away. The structures appeared simple, thatched roofing and wooden housing, primitive and undeveloped. Nothing of the greatness held by My Lord’s Treasure, but a place of civilization nonetheless.
I resumed my slow walk, gazing into the sky as I covered the trek calmly. The heavens were such a magnificent shade of blue, filled with the life of summer, and the Sun’s brilliant rays were like the soft touch of a lover, happy to see me again, warming my heart. Looking down, the grass was as healthy a green as I had ever imagined, luscious and fecund, spreading outwards in the gap between the forest and the village. Sometimes, a cooling breeze undulated down from the heavens, causing large waves in the green sea around me. It was an idyllic picture, far removed from the chaotic battlefield, or the lifeless marble halls of the palace.
As I entered the village limits, I was tranquil in my heart. Long had it been since I was truly at peace. Long since the passing of my closest, my family, my blood. I was ready to unleash murder, as always. No mortal enemy faced me, though, no knights or peasants come to face their death at the end of my spear. Instead, as I walked the cobbled streets of the village, I saw none. Not a face, not a hair, not a hand. While the day was bright and the houses were cheery, albeit oddly constructed, not a single villager was here to breathe life into them. I felt watched, though, things glancing at me from the shadows of the windows, held breaths in the air, waiting, fearing me. As they should.
After minutes of walking in the hushed silence, the road opened up into a market, filled with stalls which were in turn filled with produce and products. All were abandoned as if in haste, coins lying upon counters, items fallen haphazardly on the plaza. At first glance, this place of convening would have appeared to be as barren as every other part of the town. That is, were it any other than I who glanced. Nay, my expert eyes instantly spotted an odd, purple figure standing further in the centre of the market. Even from this distance, every tiny detail sprang forth, allowing me to see exactly what creature was waiting for me here. Despite this, however, I saw nothing truly familiar. The creature was small—head going to just above my waist—quadrupedal, and unnaturally colored. A main hue of purple covered its body, a form of coat. Straight, combed hair grew from its head, a dull, dark blue with a single streak of magenta and purple running through it, a design mirrored in its voluminous tail. On thought, I realized that it resembled some form of tiny horse, although not superficially. Rather, the opposite.
As I moved closer to the creature with slow, tranquil steps, my spear held closely at my side—cocked and ready to be thrust with the right twist of my body—I was further assured in this comparison. The general design seemed to be like that of a horse, in a way, the four legs ending in stumps, the tail and the the haunches. But to say that this creature was a horse would be a mockery. No horse had eyes that large, or of that color, of such was I sure. No horse had a tiny, dull horn upon their head, colored like their coat, nor wings that looked too small to carry themselves. No horse carried such a human, serious frown upon their face, nor would any horse ever have looked so utterly ridiculous doing so.
Finally, we faced off against each other. The horse attempted to stand with authority, but it was simply a mockery of true power. I stood with grace. The horse stood with bunched muscles and controlled breathing. I stood with relaxed limbs and even breath. The horse was no threat, so ridiculous did it look to me, standing there, attempting to impress me. It was an immobile rock, too high-strung to react properly. I was relaxed. I was a spring, tensed and ready unleash death.It, nay, she cleared her throat. Her voice was decidedly feminine in nature, an odd overlap. “Please state your business in Ponyville, uh…” She faltered, eyes scanning my figure with her large, darting eyes. It was mesmerizing, in a way, to observe how her pupils retracted and expanded, to gaze into the eternal abyss of those large, black dots, ringed by brilliant purple, darker than her coat. “Uh, your business… Sir?”
Ser Ornstein.
Silence was my answer, though. I had not spoken since Gough returned to me with the news of Oolacile. Had not spoken since two of my family had disappeared off the face of the earth, both dead in the same place, one below the ground, the other above. The thought bled my heart, old wounds never healed. My retort seemed not to please the horse, though, as her frown turned to a scowl.
“Sir, I know you didn’t do it on purpose, but your armor and—” she seemed to halt, looking for the right word as she glanced at my dragonslayer spear “—your equipment, scared a lot of the ponies of Ponyville. But! I’m sure that if we just sit down somewhere and talk about it, we can be great friends, and everybody can see you’re not a danger at all, and that I was right and they’re just overreacting! So…?” she smiled hopefully at me.
Friends? With this diminutive creature? I had called dozens of great soldiers my friend, Silver Knights, Dragonslayer Greatarchers and The Lord’s Blades, giants and humans alike of worth, of honor and valor. This creature obviously had not one single iota of their greatness, but despite that, it expected to garner my respect? My admiration? My love? No.
My spear rose and fell, the butt end striking the ground with enough force to make the ground—and my armor—tremor, destabilizing the horse. My legs were spread and my stance firm. The creature was obviously not a priority, a fact which I was quickly learning as the now-unfamiliar feeling of a needy stomach assailed me. Odd, that. It had been… long since I had last hungered for food, long since I had last lain down to sleep. Long since I had removed my armor. It had been a long time of standing vigil, protecting the paltry illusion which kept Anor Londo going, kept the subjects at ease.
I scanned the marketplace, the horse never leaving my periphery. Off to the side was a stall filled with ripe apples. Green apples, red apples, all shiny and juicy. I could feel my mouth salivating, my stomach, after so long, informing me that I should to eat something. I wasn’t about to ignore this—especially since I hadn’t enjoyed the pleasures of food in ages—so I turned and strode to the stall, spear tapping the ground as I walked, ignoring the horse’s curious calls.
As I looked down on those tempting apples, the horse’s clopping of hooves and confused murmuring dismissed as inconsequential, it struck me that I’d need to remove my helmet in order to sate my hunger. Not a problem, of course, I’d just take it with me. Not a half-second later and I’d found a brown cloth bag, awkwardly beginning to fill it with the best of the crop, unwilling to relinquish hold of my spear. Halfway through filling it up, the female behind me raised her voice.
“Excuse me, Sir, are you going to pay for those? I’m afraid that if you don’t it’ll legally be stealing, and I’ll be have to arrest you!”
I even let a small chuckle go at that. The very notion of I, Ser Ornstein, being arrested for theft was laughable. In the olden times, back when the Dragon War was still raging, peasants had fallen upon their knees to offer me the fruits of their labor. Why, I even remembered an occasion where a young girl had given Ciaran a sour, old apple, thinking herself helpful. The face Lord Gwyn made when we convinced him to eat it would stay with me forev—
I tensed; time at once becoming both an eternity and the shortest moment I had ever experienced. Battle haze had settled over my mind, spurred on by the tell-tale sound of sorcery from behind me. I whirled around in a clockwise half-circle, my spear turning with me in a large, backhanded arch, hitting the side of the sorcerer horse’s face with the flat of the blade—emphasized by the crack of broken teeth—and sending her flying like a purple, blurred missile. Her trajectory ended in the window of one of the surrounding houses, an acceptable distance courtesy of my good footing. Curiously, a short glimpse I’d gotten of her had shown that, besides being very surprised, her catalyst had been the tiny, dull horn on her forehead.
I had no time to think further, though, as a rope lasso flew in from behind me, looping around my left arm and cinching tight. A pitiful attempt to immobilize me, but an attempt nonetheless. The sudden sound of an object whistling through the air behind me spoke of their tactics: pinning me down and killing with artillery. My reaction was instantaneous. I turned around, my right arm swinging around in a backhand to deflect whatever arrow they had fired at me. To my surprise, the “arrow” was another horse-creature, this one skye-blue and with wings. However, this did not stop me from repeating my performance with the purple creature: I smashed the winged horse with the flat of my blade, deflecting it into a stall with the strength of a dragonslayer. Needless to say, the wooden construct was obliterated.
I was reminded that the battle was far from over by the rope tugging on my left arm. Clearly, whatever assailant on the other end was trying their hardest to pull me towards them. Such a shame that it was failing. Deciding to make quick work of this, I grabbed the rope and, with a sharp motion, pulled the horse on the other end towards me. As it flew through the air and smacked into my armored hip, I noted that this one had neither horn nor wings, made memorable only by an appealing hat, which was worn over its blonde hair. I also noted that it still hadn’t let go of the rope, which it held in its mouth. While the creature got its sense about it and started glaring at me balefully, I was stuck in ponderings of hunger. Those apples were starting to sound better and better, as evinced by the grumblings of my stomach, so I decided to make short work of it and get going.
In an almost bored fashion—for I was bored, these equines proving unexciting adversaries—I started throwing the creature at the end around, smashing it into walls, the ground, a few stalls, all the while listening to its yells and the not-so-subtle sounds of breaking limbs. Eventually, the “game” was over, and the rope was released mid-swing, the creature making a lazy arc through the air and landing a short distance away.
Satisfied, I walked over and grabbed the apple sack. One last equine tried to stop me, screaming something about “harming my friends”, but I didn’t pay her much attention, opting instead to kick it in its countenance. 'Twas yet another note in the day’s symphony of cracking bones.
Obviously, I would find neither humans nor giants here, so I set out once more, walking away from the forest and further into the village. Eventually, I’d be have to come out on the other side. From there I would find my nation, my people and my duty, and may Lord Gwyn bestow mercy upon those who stood in my way, for I would grant none.
The apples turned out to be worth the maiming. Simply exquisite.
Um I only have one question... is Ornstein gonna be this big of a dick through out the story?
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1. Yes
2. Please in great detail describe his dickish behavior so that I may, first, refute it, and second, keep on expressing it in this story. Ornstein being an arrogant fucker—but not the bad kind— is sort of slightly what I was aiming at here.
4174125 When I meant dick I meant is he just going to not help the ponies out in their struggles against increasingly dangerous foes from his world because that just sounds, to me, something a knight like him would never do.... especially if he finds out this world has a sun goddess.
4174147 Oh, nahh, nahh.
There's no set story outline, you see, but I have no plans for him not helping the ponies. As you might have read in this horribly, horribly short chapter please dear god, kill me Ornstein kicked the shit out of basically the mane six, but it's because he decided to pre-emptively escalate the encounter into a conflict because Twilight showed signs of using "sorcery." Considering sorcery is most basically known for its Soul Arrow, which is an offensive spell, it'd make sense that he would attack pre-emptively. The rest is just pure escalation of conflict and him being too merciless to give a fuck.
Also, thanks for the watch, you beautiful person, you.
4174160 Aw shucks. And thanks for clearing that up. I can see him not wanting to help the ponies at first but later on will that change or no? Also I would love to see his reaction to Spike. Please don't kill Spike.
good fic bro
4174168 No issue, I aim to please. Besides, it's gratifying in a way.
Since you asked questions, answers you shall receive. It would be accurate that currently he doesn't not want to help them. But he just woke up in the Everfree Forest—yay, clichés!—found some creatures vaguely resembling a creature he doesn't even know very much about (horses, yo), so what to do? Get some grub and defend yourself, apparently. Twilight very well could have escalated the conflict herself by using magic to attempt to immobilize Ornstein or something in that vein. Ornstein himself simply removed her as a threat before she could do so.
And he will not kill Spike.
O: "Gwyn's Beard, if I could tolerate and respect Seath, I can tolerate a tiny, purple hatchling."
Spi: "Oh, hey, I made pancakes. Want some?"
Silent glare of doom.
O: "I love him already."
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Aw, thanks mate. While I'll admit that I, personally, think that the narrative has something going for it—I have a habit of being biased by not thinking myself an idiot—I wouldn't classify it as quite good until it actually has, y'know, content in it.
4174223 Love it.
I'm ferocious when it comes to Dark Souls lore because imo I believe the series has one of the most beautiful, well-thought out, and epic stories of any game I've ever played. That being said, I'm struggling to enjoy Ornstein's character. He's too sane or otherwise joyful.
Regardless, I always enjoy reading stories taken from my favorite game series.
I was hoping that you could even incorporate some story from Dark Souls 2 because a Dragonslayer (not specifically named Ornstein) makes an appearance in that game, wearing the same armor and weapon as Ornstein, except instead of being gold plated and using lightning, he's silver plated and using dark magic. Since Dark Souls 2 presumidly takes place a century or so after the first Dark Souls, I'd like to believe that Ornstein survived the events of Dark Souls (whether or not Ornstein was actually present in Anor Londo, or whether he was just an illusion) and journeyed for years and years until he himself went hollow and his body and mind succumb to darkness.
It may be a hard incorporation, but it'd be awesome to see.
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I didn't know these were negative criteria. I also didn't know I'd portrayed him as such. I don't see where he's particularly joyful, although I guess I might have written him in somewhat such a tone. It's slightly connected to the fact that he just awoke from... a bit of a stupor, so to say. I don't know why he'd be not-very-sane, though. Here, I try to portray him as being very mentally stalwart, capable of accepting the death of that which he holds dear simply because he has no other choice.
As for the Old Dragonslayer, I've fought him and killed him, and yes, I too sort of wish to incorporate that into the story, however I'm afraid that not only is the topic still a bit too much in the air for me to get a proper grip on it, but the whole sequel also clashes slightly with my set-up. If you have any ideas, though, feel free to tell me.
I love the way this is going. Please keep up the badassery. Simply Lovely.
Hahaha! I love a good time with Ornstein, but I hated that fucker Smough...
...
Oh no, what have I done?! Don't do Smough, PLEASE don't do Smough!
4174391 Thanks, man. Appreciate it tons.
4174512 I'm sorry, man. Smough has to be in there.
The setting demands it. Also, because I have Smough honor!1.
1. For understanding, see Lobosjr's Sniper Crossbow challenge run.
4174532 Oh fuck, Crossbow only run?! Fuck that, I'd rather go with Soul Arrow only run.
Ohhh, Very good, very good. I wanted to do this myself, but I think it's in far more capable hands with you, good sir.
Well done, have a like and a Favorite.
The writing in this is great, I'm going to stick around.
I LOVE YOU!!
Ornstein, the most bad ass character in dark souls messing ponies up.... A dream come true....
Please... more.
oh my god please continue this
I will read the fuck out of this, but Dark Souls lore is second only to Tolkien lore in my opinion. It better be damn accurate. Rargh
(haven't actually read it yet)
This... I like it, Another!
Mmm.
This story is proved worthy enough to get inside my favorites thanks to its utter mane-six-kicking-badassary.
One like for you, good sir!
EDIT: I'm pretty new to dark souls, so forgive me for this dumb question:
How powerful is Ornstein compared to the two Princesses in your opinion?
4174566 It was a pretty brutal run.
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I bet you won't be thinking it's in such capable hands when it never updates again!
Token Evil Laughter!
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Hey, Jason, and thanks, mate. As I noted earlier, if nothing else I believe firmly that I know how sentences are supposed to be written and stuff.
Stuff.
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He'll stop messing up ponies,eh, soon enough. Then he'll start messing up other things, like Priscilla.
4176261
Never!
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It'll be relatively accurate, I guess. Generally based off of the Lore Videos and stuff, and my own imagination. Dark Souls is neat for that because the lore has a framework that you can easily mess around with and insert things into.
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Get ready to wait some two months, then.
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Hell yeah, comment and a favorite. Awesome.
As for your question, well, it's a bit in the air. The princesses obviously have some death-ray-beam magic schtuffs, but they have nowhere near Ornstein's martial experience, nor do they have his no-holds-barred fighting mentality. Unlike yon stereotypical shounen manga/anime, none of these characters are faster than light (and other assorted bullshit), but what Ornstein does have going for him is his strength. If you've played the first game, you'll know that Ornstein is strong enough to break stone pillars wider than his waist with that spear of his. He also has the ability to shoot lightning (zap, zap!) and do that accursed dash of his. I'll be taking these things out of and into context in the story, repurposing them to fit better without actually changing them.
So basically, he'd probably just stab the everliving fuck out of the princesses and then they would die and that would be it.
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I ain't... even... angry...
*sheds single rage-tear*
Ok, after rading this i have reached the conclusion that Ornstein does need the mother of all bitch slaps right to his stupid meany FACE!!!!!
Despite possessing an enormous, dragon-slaying spear, your Ornstein is a prick.
He's a thief, he's a bully, and he's a condescending idiot. He's in an alien world and potentially all on his own and he immediately chooses to antagonize everything in sight instead of prudently making allies if only to get his bearings and acquire resources without being hassled. Ornstein in the game is essentially a blank slate and this is what you decided to portray him as? This reads like a typical douchebag in Equestria story with a thin coating of Dark Souls-colored paint.
No. Thumbs down and moving on.
So far, it's... Interesting. Honestly, I didn't expect a whole lot from a DKS crossover, but I'll continue to watch; if only to see where this leads.
Grammar and punctuation-wise, you did rather well. However, a few commas could have been replaced with semicolons.
Semicolons are for keeping fragment sentences from arising, and to keep a sentence from droning on, propelled by infinite commas. So if we changed the above quote to:
It helps to keep the flow so that it doesn't feel run-on-ish.
Can't wait for chapter two!
4177329 Possibly, but who's gonna do it, eh?
And more importantly, who could do it without getting horribly gored afterwards?
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Sorry, is this a penis joke? And if not, what do giant spears have to do with a person not being a prick?
Anyways, allow me. First, Ornstein is only a thief by Equestrian laws. This is where I might have to point out that you should wear Ornstein's goggles, or helmet, as 'twere. Ornstein is not subject to the law, or not as he sees it, anyway. Y'see, my dear, Ornstein is not just above the law, he is the law, subject only to Gwyn himself. As the Captain of the Four Knights, Ornstein makes the rules, so to say, and is only superceded by Gwyn, his liege. Ergo, Ornstein does not concern himself with the concept of stealing.
Second, not sure from what here you're pulling "bully." We can both agree that Ornstein, here, is violent, ruthless and unempathic to the ponies. But that's really all it is, in the long run. He doesn't torture or torment for his own glee, he doesn't maim or crush for pleasure, but does so with heartless apathy and cruel efficiency. As I commented earlier, he decided to escalate first, and that's all there is to it.
Furthermore, you assume that Ornstein would readily try to make allies here. He, however, swiftly proved that he didn't need allies, considering the "greatest heroes" of Equestria were just obliterated by him. That's meta knowledge, but still. Ornstein does not have a concept of "alien worlds", he has a concept of "home" and "journey". Considering he's never met creatures like ponehs before, it's quite clear he wouldn't expect them to know of Lordran. Nothing in Equestria is a hassle to Ornstein, not short of Discord.
As for how I chose to portray Ornstein, well. Merciless? Ruthless? A warrior, a soldier? A knight? Knights aren't noble people, my friend. Knights are proud, terrible things who stand at the top of the world, making up the aristocracy. And Ornstein is a knight, proud, terrible and ruthless.
At least he's not a sociopath.
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Fix'd. Thanks for pointing it out and stuff, I'll readily admit that I'm hesitant to use semi-colons because I can never quite figure out where they stand, if you get me.
Holy shit, this sounds awesome!
I don't think he's being an ass, he just has a drastically low stock of 'fucks' in which to give.
Can't wait for whatever Rarity and Pinkie will do
4177506 I havent read this yet but from your description of how you portrayed him, i am gunna have to give this a read. I also enjoy how you say hes a knight. a proud ruthless one which makes my history bone tingle.
Pikachu in horse land
Sparky plays with ponies
Ornstein goes on an enthusiastic walk :pinkie happy:
Edit: would Oreo be a good nickname for Ornstein?
I'm trying to think of more stupid titles.
4178186 a VERY enthusiastic walk
*sigh* finally, a Dark Souls Crossover, hope you can update regularly, will stay tuned
4178204
Hmmm...That sounds strangely familiar.....
A VERY well written story, by the way. Keep it up!
4177506 Believe me, I was in the same boat as you once. I'd check out some internet guides; helpful info, and it will help better understand what goes where punctuation-wise.
4178516 yes! love that series the abridged and the original
After reading your story, I am quite happy with your Ornstein
FINALLY, somebody gets what a Knight-Commander IS! really hope you get to update regularly, what's your time-frame on chapters?
Mane 6:we will stop u
Sir ornstein: bitch plz.
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Nice man. Would love to see the ponies' in the aftermath. It sounded brutal. And I'm going to predict that Ornstein will come to protect the ponies and eventually would have to face off against Smough and totally get his ass kicked at five different angles.
This is certainly very good, and i cannot wait for the next chapter. i eagerly await
~Techsol
4177424 It's not an OC. It's a character who actually acts like this. Well, mostly. The LordSniffer did a good job.
Do you even praise the sun?
It's been far too long since I have read a good crossover. I must say, I really like how you portrayed Ornstein here, not a sick bastard like his obese partner, but a knight that takes what he wants when he wants it. You have my attention.
The only question is how High can Ornstein Jump, if he cant get that high then the princesses have a viable way of taking him out. Even with his Lightning spear attack, he can only fire it for so long before the spear breaks.
The only other Question I have is would Twilight be able to immobilize him with the power of the magic she wields, yes he can break stone pillars, but she can Lift literal tuns with her telekinesis.
Nice story man.
Oh, Ornstein? I heard of that guy... he was a bitch...
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I love you, man. And I mean that in a sexual way. A very, very sexual way.
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Somewhere in the ballpark of one-thousand years and never. He has this tendency to conceptualize amazing fics, only to not follow through on them. Because he likes to hurt me. But, given he's gone so far as to actually publish this one, I imagine he will continue it. Maybe. He knows what'll happen if he doesn't.
Still, I wouldn't hold my breath.
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Welp, don't know the guy/girl to judge, I'm just hopin' he'll/she'll update in a consistent timeline. cuz he's got something really good here.
cuz i'm not one to talk, have 2 stories in in queue at the moment and i'm currently in "The Gutter".
I've read some different opinions about Ornstein's character in the comments, but I think you pulled him off really well. Some think he's a bit joyful, but I think "prideful" is the better word here. His narration in the first paragraph just reeked of pride, and it fits his lion motif greatly in my opinion. He's merciless and arrogant, yes, but that's exactly what I would expect from the Captain of the Four Knights, and especially after all the horrors he has witnessed in the Dark Souls world. Attacking Twilight before she could perform her "sorcery" is a fully logical action in Lordran, especially when one single spell can be your downfall. The fact that the fight also made him look badass as hay doesn't hurt either.
I also think it's important to remember that Ornstein had absolutely NO characterization in the game whatsoever. Thus, no one can really say how his personality was like in canon (like joyful or not joyful), and that's the beauty of it. We can imagine for ourselves what each character was like, just as how this story's Ornstein is YOUR personal interpretation of him. Just that by itself is interesting to read, and throwing in the possible scenarios of him in Equestria is just icing on the cake.
4177555 Ornstein has many fucks for many people. Not for his enemies, though.
As for Pinkie and Rarity, well, nothing. They didn't do anything. In a fit of intelligence, both Pinkie and Rarity were smart enough to fear the giant, incredibly menacing bipedal. And that's why they had no show-time; they were cowering in fear.
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O: "The fuck is this? The fuck is that?! the fuck are those?!"
Cel: "Ready yourself, creature, for battle with the Princess of the Sun!"
O: "Nuh-uh." Stab.
4178536 I just used a semi-colon, right up there. Did I please, Daddy?
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Oh, well that's nice. . . you don't have any veneral diseases, do you? I'm afraid I can't remember whether we used protection or not.
4179455 Unfortunately, we don't get to see the aftermath.
I like my continuity, though, so be assured that from this very first chapter and onwards, Twilight Sparkle will be missing a few teeth. Also, Smough is so fucking dead already.
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Keep on waitin', bro.
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Lies! Lies and slander!
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I'm not sure Ornstein actually acts in the game like I portrayed him here, but. . .
Well, you can only get speared so many times before you start to suspect that Ornstein is an asshole.
4180281 Aye,
'Tis true, Smough is a bit of a sick fuck, whereas Ornstein comes across as more, say, noble mayhap? Referring to when you kill Smough first, I am. Although, Ornstein is an individual shaped by the fires of war, through and through. It stands to reason that he'd be just a teeny bit ruthless. And maybe more.
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I'd hesitate to say that Ornstein be beholden to weapon durability. After all, is he in the game? I wouldn't think so, I beat him the first time by cheesing his lightning attack while I hit him with Soul Arrows, and he certainly didn't seem to be breaking his spear doing that. As for the whole magic thing, well, then I'd also be have to figure out how magic resistance works transferred from Lordran to Equestria. It'd probably make it far, far harder for the ponies to use magic on him directly. Combined with his natural strength, holding an immobilization on him would probably be a very, very painful affair.
4180573 Nice comment, man.
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And how many times did he stab you and/or steal your humanity first, eh?
I've gotten served pretty hard a few times.
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Yes, talk dirty to me, ya maddafakker!
unf!
4182085 I'm afraid Jojo has the right of things.
I am, in fact, incredibly fucking slow at writing. However, I will brighten your day with the news that I've actually started writing the next chapter. It's probably gonna be pretty short. So you can expect to see it, ehhh... next month or so