Seven ponies are sent to found a new settlement or die trying, preferably the later. They overcome the odds and build a grand and thriving fortress, but they will have to deal with more than simple ambushes and sieges. This is the tale of Glitterglen.

I can't claim sole authorship of this, as this will be more of a transcription of a community game of Dwarf Fortress with the pony mod. I'll just be editing things for clarity mostly. The perspective will be jumping around a lot as the story progresses.

Updates will be mostly in the form of journal entries from various ponies. If you want to see the original, now finished, with ooc commentary/weirdness, head over here.

Note that not all tags will be immediately applicable, and that they all really could apply by the end. I'm also still figuring out how, precisely, to format this thing for smooth reading. Any comments are appreciated

Ponies and their players

Khenal: me
Charity: KingStrongBeard, he's also the one actually playing the game.
Friesden: Dsarker
Starkey: Impending Doom
Psycho Carrot: The Master
Thunder Splinter: Darkening Kaos
Venture: thetylor101
Ironya: Haspen
Dr. Bubbles: ansontan2000
Theropod Watcher: Theropod Watcher

Note for me:Page 8

Pinkie Pie want to use cannons for school play.
Twilight say no.
But Piekovsky yes.

This story is a sequel to Track Switch - Steel Dreams

I used to love my lonely life. But now that I have made some unlikely friends, I sometimes miss their company when I am out there on the tracks in the small hours. Especially that one guy. Too bad I cannot bring Trax with me on a date. She would probably handle it better than me.

This story will make no sense without having read Steel Dreams.

Now with Nightline character art by LunarFroxy.

Pre-read by CandyCanine.

Somewhere in the multiverse, there is a bar. It's small—the kind-of a hole-in-the wall place which you might find open late at night while walking down the streets of Canterlot City in the 1920's.

But unlike most bars, this one is not actually there… or rather, not where you think it is.

The entrance to Sunset's Isekai will be found in passing; an archway made of stone, emerging from a wall that you could have sworn had nothing there before, and in fact seems impossible to actually lead anywhere.

There, a door of solid oak—lovingly worked and stained to look almost golden-red—with a thick, crystal version of Sunset's cutie mark at eye level awaits visitors under the soft light of a gas lamp.

This door opens to all worlds, and can only be found by those that need that drink to be just the right type of different.

Note: This fic is best read like nursing your drink - Don't rush it. Enjoy each flavor for what it is. Don't mix it all up by reading it one chapter after the other in one sitting. It's intended to (mostly) work in a way that each chapter can be read without having to tackle through the rest of the story. (Also, for the last time, the concept for this is NOT based on Restaurant to Another World or any anime.)
You can visit the official Group HERE
List of Bar Regulars & Staff (will be updated if needed)

ART & Previous Covers:
Year 1 Cover Art by Dalorance
Gwen and Freya having a conversation
Cover Art 2 by Borba

Updates Every Other Friday!

Humanity was headed towards a new frontier in the year 2022. The Portgate, a wormhole through time and space, would soon bring man from his little blue globe into the infinite universe. Soon, humanity would be able to forever explore the unknown to its heart's content.

Of course, things are never as easy as they seem.

The first world they find is a beautiful yet dangerous one, populated by monsters both big and small that lurk in the trees. Hardships pile onto those who pass through the Portgate like lead weights, dragging them behind from all angles. And the world is already inhabited by uncannily familiar civilizations wielding strange, mystical powers as easily as they breathe.

The future of humanity and those who it touches are in the stakes as each decision both sides make impacts their worlds for millennia to come. Whether they make the right or wrong ones is up to nothing but fate and fortune.

My first fanfic. I thrive off of feedback, so give it to me, positive or not! I can't improve as a writer if you guys don't tell me how, so why not leave a comment telling me what you think?

When Nightmare Moon’s rebellion tore across Equestria, leaving a trail of blood and horror in its wake, Princess Celestia knew that merely banishing her sister wouldn’t be enough. Her army was too powerful, and too bloodthirsty, to be left behind without a leader. When she finally turned the Elements of Harmony against her, she didn’t just banish Nightmare Moon. She banished thousands.

Now they’re in a race against time, to find a way to survive in an environment so alien that every aspect of it is trying to kill them. They face suffocation, freezing, boiling, starvation, radiation, meteorite impacts, low gravity… the list goes on.

Nightmare Moon thought she should be the ruler of all Equestria. Now, in a world nopony was ever meant to survive, her abilities will be put to the ultimate test.

This story now has a hardcover! If you'd like one of your own, you can grab it here: https://starscribe.net/

Editing by the indulgent and patient Two Bit and Sparktail. Coverart by Zutcha.

Note: I intend this story to be as faithful to our current scientific understanding of the moon, and I’ve consulted for help with the aspects outside my technical purview. That said, I fully expect to make decisions that some may see as mistakes, based on their own independent interpretations.

I am a storyteller first, and I realize it’s likely I’ll eventually make a mistake, or an arbitrary decision to simplify the storytelling over accuracy. I’m doing my best here, but this isn’t a NASA white paper. Set your expectations accordingly.

This story was commissioned by Canary in the Coal Mine on my Patreon, feel free to contact me if you’d like one of your own!

Name's Storm. It's my title, my alias, and my identity.

I've been fighting for centuries now. Thousands of them, in fact. Traveling from dimension to dimension, trying my best to maintain proper balance. Not too much Law, not too much Chaos. Not too much Good, not too much Evil. At the same time, I am different. I have something that's unimaginable. Something that strikes inspiration in allies, fear in enemies, and horror in Gods themselves. A piece of interstellar technology I so aptly named the 'Universal Editor', a device that enables me to 'edit' the Strands of Existence, which then allows me nearly impossible feats.

After a close-encounter and failure to perform my self-imposed duty, I escape with only a flesh wound (or seven). Only to fall right into a realm packed with mythological beings, heavy emphasis on peaceful environments, and colorful technologically-inept equines that constantly try to become closer to me. Let's see how far my remaining sanity will plummet after this...

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Rated Teen (Good amount of swearing, minor descriptive gore, and plenty of violence)
Story began: January 26th, 2012 (Posted on the 27th)
Editors: ShadowHorizons (Editor-In-Chief), SovietBacon
Cover Art (using Photoshop) made by: SovietBacon (artist of original picture [found thanks to EdwardJ] is this guy.)

So, my friends and I woke up in this forest none of us recognize, and were scattered by these wooden dog things. Now I gotta find my friends before we get into any more trouble. Now if only I wasn't a foot tall, and can say more than "Eevee"....

This is a random thought that popped into my head one day. I figured I'd get it out now. Still don't quite know where this'll end up, so let's take this adventure together.

Character tags and categories will be added as needed.

Proofread by Zannblade.

Have any theories? Can't remember who is who? Fear not! Thanks to Adenbadens for starting up a Google docs to help with this. You can veiw it here. Beware, wild unmarked spoilers abound in the grass.