Ch1: A New Master
The heart stone that Fire-Lance held started to glow. It wasn’t a comforting white glow, it was a sinister dark purple glow, the one associated with necromancy. His form materialized in front of his new master, with a gaping hole in his chest, probably from the rose of Sithis. The heart stone floated out of his grip, and into his chest cavity, where his flesh mended itself around it, sealing his fate.
He turned towards his new master, and then his mouth dropped. In front of him, was a snow-white unicorn with a purple mane and blue eyes, which seemed disproportional to its head, which seemed to have a shorter snout than normal horses. It stared at him with a wide eyed expression, and was practically shaking with fear from what she has witnessed.
Rarity stared wide eyed at the creature that seemed to materialize in front of her. What went from a normal trip to gather gems, has taken a twist. A seemingly harmless looking gem turned into a short dragon-like creature wearing what she assumed to be the worst clothing she saw in a while. When she was about to flee the creature, it bowed, and spoke with a reptilian accent.
“How may I serve thee?”
____________________________________________________________________________
It was corny of him to ask this, and he knew it. His new… master, if he could call a horse that, was about to run away. He wanted to make it clear, that he was not going to be a threat to it. It stared at him with a shocked look, as if it wasn’t hearing him right. So he asked again.
“How can I serve thee?” this time, he said it as clear as he could, but sometimes, when you talk with a forked tongue, people have trouble understanding you.
“Wh-what are you?” the horse sounded female, and Fire-Lance was shocked at this. A simple nod of recognition and a hint to follow would have been good, but never has he seen a talking horse.
“I am your new servant, by activating the heart stone, you have retrieved me from limbo, and now I am sworn to serve you.” Surely Lance could handle the jobs of a talking unicorn, but he swore that if this was a wood elf trick, he would gut the prankster like a fish.
____________________________________________________________________________
Rarity was in a predicament. She was wary of this creature, but was intrigued by its statement. She decided that her gem cart was getting heavy, and accepted its offer.
“Okay then, um. You can start by helping me bring these gems back to my boutique, once we get there, I have some questions, and maybe a new outfit for you.”
“What is wrong with my current attire?” the creature asked. She was still freaked out about the reptilian accent it had, but still answered its question.
“because that thing is absolutely filthy! How can you stand to walk around in that, hideous set of clothing?” she truly wondered why anypony would need something as crude and dull as what the creature was wearing, and she firmly decided that if it was going to be seen around her, it would need some proper clothes.
“my armor has saved my hide many a time, but if it is what you wish, then I shall comply.” Rarity heard some form of agitation in its voice, as if it didn’t like its current job. She was about to reply when a group of five diamond doge dug up from underneath them.
“Pune pony give dogs all gems, NOW!” the dog shouted loudly, then she heard a low growl from the dragon thing next to her.
_______________________________________________________________________
Lance couldn’t believe it. Trolls that could dig through the ground like a knife through butter, but as soon as they threatened his master, he geared up for a fight, by pulling out his backup dagger. Again, it was steel, but with a bit of pressure on the hilt, and it would secrete a deadly poison, one of his own inventions.
“WULD!”
The shout rang out light thunder on the field as he dashed forward. The trolls were packed together, a stupid mistake. He killed three in the charge, and before it ended, he shifted his momentum by turning around. The sudden change propelled him towards another troll, to which he flung hid dagger at. It struck him right in the back of the head, the blade went deep, and the troll fell. The final attacker took his hands off his ears, and looked at his comrades, each were lying dead in pools of blood. Lance retrieved his dagger from the last troll he killed, stared at the now cowering being before him, and…
“BOO!” the troll wet itself and dug for its life. Lance laughed at this, and then looked at his surroundings. He was still in the same area, rock floor, boulders everywhere, six new holes added to the already monstrous amount. He determined the area safe, and then turned to the unicorn, who stared wide eyed at him.
“What, was it something I said?”
________________________________________________________________
This thing was dangerous. Rarity’s every instinct told her to run, but she regained her composer, but was still shaky from what she saw.
“It is nothing dear, just if something like that happened again, try to take a more… civilized approach.” The creature seemed to ponder on this, then said,
“What harm could be done of that then?” it sheathed the blade it was holding, and picked up the handle of the cart. “where to?”
“My boutique in Ponyville I guess.” The creature chuckled. “What is so funny?”
“Oh nothing. It’s just the name of the town, it seems quite odd to me.”
“Well then, if you have nothing nice to say, you will not say anything at all.” rarity finished her statement, then the creature bowed. Rarity facehoofed when she realized that it was taking her statement literally. “forget that, just watch what you say please.”
“Will do, this could be an interesting experience.”
____________________________________________________________________
(Back in Skyrim)
Sithis slammed his fist on his throne. Material possessions were worthless in the void, but this felt needed.
“Tricked by the siblings. I shall deal with the new listener, then send some of my servants to bring his soul back.”