This line, this plot, and me having a new chapter out by tomorrow night. · 3:48am Oct 31st, 2021
“I will make the chains that will drag them to the earth and bring the blade that will slit their throats. No more gods, no more temples, and no more sanctuaries for their flock. May the fire that I start bring ruin to all their works...” -Arcanum Folklore
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That line is a rage against the powers that be. In context it is meant to be chilling, frightening, and a promise that is intended to be fully kept.
I second guessed myself on just how impactful that is. The context of it is bellow...
Canterlot Royal Hospital 11:33 PM
The actions I took that night were done if anything out of a need to salvage Bloody Merry, and me own deluded will that insisted that I could erase what had happened to her. What I had done over the several hours after briefing her Majesty Celestia on the situation was that I had acquired five radios, and five syringes filled with zero point four milligrams each of n-dimethyltryptamine. Arrange the radios in a pentagram written in the blood stored in the hospital’s transfusion supply.
And all of this was going to be brought into one of the surgery rooms.
I was going to rewrite her memory.
A hum at the right frequency was needed. I knew which one based on experiments done by me using decapitated changeling heads kept alive through several devices that Doc Savage and I called the “Mimir System” named after an Aesir famed for his wisdom.
Savage had devised most of it, but he needed me input on the sort of chemical composition of the fluids that would flow through the tubes replacing an equine’s or a changeling’s circulatory system, and of course me to perform the rewriting of memory through hypnosis which we did as an attempt to see if it was possible to reform violent psychopathic criminals.
This was because Equestria technically had outlawed the death sentence back in the year seven-hundred-and-thirty-three. Killing in self-defense or dealing with monsters wasn’t illegal so plenty of police forces throughout Equestria’s more populous coastal cities often killed extremely dangerous individuals on sight and either forged a report to make it seem that the officers lives were in immediate danger, or the individual was classified as a monster, again forging the reports to make it seem that such a pony was some sort of undead.
Bronze Savage wanted a stop to this to reduce the loss of Equine lives, and in a way prove to himself that there was decency in the bottom of the heart of all ponies. Shame that wasn’t the case.
For that moment Bloody Merry was sedated, bare, and strapped with belts on the surgical table. Her brick-red coat, and blond mane were kept well, if only because the nurses went ahead and bathed her as she was unconscious. Her golden eyes were closed, and her breathing calm and steady.
All of this indicated to me that she could probably take what was coming, but I still felt pangs of guilt as I was going about the motions of performing the very procedure I helped devise.
I decided at that time to spit in the laws of civilization, the will of gods, and the cruelty of the universe. I, in me arrogance believed that I could finally after a lifetime of witnessing and dealing with tragedy that I had the tools to undue one, to undue the latest in a long line of chains dragging me damned soul ever closer to the sheol. And closer to Botis to have a chance at claiming it.
I heard behind me the hoofsteps, and I feel the ether of, Doctor Needle Vein, the Medical Doctor of internal medicine that I requested once her Highness Princess Celestia had left to aid her younger sister in battle. He had had the same expression of disgust in his face ever since I told him what I needed and what he was going to help me do. As a stallion he looked as tired as me of everything, the darkened circles under his eyes gave way to the sort of sleep deprivation he constantly subjected himself to. He was a unicorn, with somewhat fitting spinach-green fur, and had a test-tube and a beaker for a mark, naturally he was also wearing a medical white coat with an ID pined to his right front pocket. And had quite a bit to say.
“What you are about to do warlock, breaks the Ethica Mentis, the Hippocratic Oath, and has a high chance of leaving that poor mare as a mental vegetable. The only reason I am not stopping you, is because I am aware I can’t do so physically. But I would cripple you if I could.”
I replied in kind.
“Well, ye suggested the dosage and will be administering the dimethyltryptamine according to the clock, as I take care of playing the Druidic Hum recording and applying mesmerism to the patient. I am just a chemist and a magus, I only told ye what sort of thing would be needed to best make her mind ‘malleable’. That said this is to save her from becoming a vegetable, ye have no idea what sort of incomprehensible torment she was already subjected to. Sending her to a veteran’s psychiatric ward in her home country only has about a fifty-fifty chance of ensuring her recovery, and it might even take a decade, minimum. This is a shot in the dark to see if we can shorten that to about a day.”
He yelled at me after that. He felt just as strongly about his stance as I did of mine, I respected that.
“YOU ARE NOT A GOD! YOU CAN NOT SO BRAZENLY TOY WITH EQUINE MINDS AS IF YOU UNDERSTAND EVERYTHING ABOUT THEM. EVEN THE BEST HYPNOSIS EXPERTS AND DREAMSCAPE TRAVELERS DON’T UNDERSTAND IT COMPLETELY!!!”
I then looked back at him, I wasn’t exactly in the best state of mind. I was furious, contained, but simply coursing with a rage that would have had once dried river beds suddenly filled with blood of everything and everypony that would stand between me and what I wanted.
“I am glad I am not a god. A god wouldn’t even care about what happened to her.”
He stood back at that; me tone was that of a possessed fool and madstallion with nothing but murder in the mind. He was afraid of what he was dealing with, and rightfully so. Death is the ultimate justice, the great natural equalizer. Only death would have brought me peace, and only death would I give in return for all that was taken that could have given that to me.
The nurses came in with a cold sweat. There were only five all that me and the good doctor needed.
“I will make the chains that will drag them to the earth and bring the blade that will slit their throats. No more gods, no more temples, and no more sanctuaries for their flock. May the fire that I start bring ruin to all their works...”
That was the last thing I said before we started. I only hoped that eventually she would forgive me.
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“There is a lid you know? Where the first rift to Sheol was seen by the citizens of what became Petra. A stone platform fifty-six meters wide, and forty-nine meters long etched with complex spell arrays, and saturated with raw ether. It was created by the combined work of three-hundred-and-thirty-three magick wielders. Made in time when the first shining civilizations were not so shining. When Atlantis, Hyperborea, Mu, and Lemuria were only beginning to look like cities and none of their empires had extended into the rest of the world yet. There you will find the bones of things that translated into Albion were called ‘giants’, in truth they were far worse than the giants that Albion and other westerners think about. They were there waiting for the return of their fathers. And their fathers were made of light and fire…”- Sir Arcanum Folklore Ph.D., Director of the O.S.S. circa 5 Luna’s Return
Anyway. I am working on having the newest chapter, 'Hyades' out by Halloween Night. As well as the first chapter in a new story. One involving a once legendary cryptid and a cryptic warning...
Preview:
Canterlot Royal Hospital 11:33 PM
The procedure began, it wasn't something to be taken lightly from an emotional standpoint. This was new, with modern technology, and the use of modern extractions of chemicals ponies had been using for millennia in the form of mushrooms, herbs, and certain fruits I was beginning the process of opening the mind the ether permeating the whole of our reality, and allowing me to mold her mind.
Poor Bloody Mary. Bronze Savage = Doc Savage? Dr. Reanimator = Herbert West?
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Yes. Though this version of Doc Savage did not have his fortress of solitude, he was an Earth Pony and if you remember reading the rest of the story, it is mentioned that he is dead, and Reanimator killed him. Though my Reanimator is more of a character inspired by him. Makes Dr. Herbert West seem like a saint. This Reanimator is a Germanian Unicorn Biochemist and Sorcerer obsessed with Apotheosis, and is a pawn of Nyarlathotep. He has parts of General Deathshead, Rasputin, and Mengele woven in and is a complete monster.
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Damn, that's intense! Love it! Are there analogues to characters like the Phantom, the Shadow, Mandrake, the Spider, etc.?
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Haven't you noticed? Who do you think has elements of The Shadow, The Spider, Mandrake the Magician, and The Phantom through his own Influences from-
John Constantine- http://hellblazer.wikia.com/wiki/John_Constantine
The Lobster- https://hellboy.fandom.com/wiki/The_Lobster
Hellboy- https://hellboy.fandom.com/wiki/Hellboy_(character)
Solomon Kane-https://tvtropes.org/pmwiki/pmwiki.php/Literature/SolomonKane
Though he
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can be argued has nothing of The Phantom and a lot more of Solomon Kane and The Count of Monte Christo.
Hilariously existed in this universe and Solomon Kane and Voile d'Or (Gold Sail in english, aka pony Edmond Dantes.) are both ancestors to Arcanum Folklore through his fathers' an mothers' sides of his family respectively.
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How about Conan and Elric? Zorro?
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Conan, much like Solomon Kane is a part of the Cthulhu Mythos and as such are canon in this universe, same as Kull the Exile of Atlantis, and Bran Mak Morn, who existed in the time of Arthurian Legend which is also canon in my universe and happened 500 years before the birth of Celestia and Luna, who themselves are half Gaul (French) Fairy, and where the second Alicorn's. The first Alicorn was from five hundred years before the Arthurian Legend, which in our world would be The First Century BCE... And his name was!
But he lived a quite short and notorious life.
Elric is not in the Cthulhu Mythos and as such... Not in my universe at all. And Zorro is a case of a pulp hero that was directly linked to the formation of California as a state. And as such wouldn't apply much to Equestria, as the Kingdom of Spain by itself never came to exist with the Romulus Empire (The italic peninsula ponies where originally Earth Ponies. I decided this because one of Rome's biggest strengths where their massive mines, farms, and organization ability, and constant ability to maintain supply lines.) only lost most of it's territory and did not completely fall, instead being reduced to areas similar to Portugal, Spain, and the Italian Peninsula, including Sicily.
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Ah, neat!