Longsword, a country in Griffonia. Located at the edge of the Hertzland, once a band of knights joined together by King Gover II, now stand as an independent nation. They are closely tied with Hellquil. I know nothing of the two, but it seems like something was going on. The Riverlands are their closest neighbors door, holding ponies as their primary race.
I don’t need to update my story at least. I can still say I’m from Longsword and my mishap of appearing here is due to a panic teleportation spell. It’s also why I studied teleportation first when I came to Ponyville. Glad these things worked out. Coincidental things are the best.
I put down the book I was reading. Leaving the Royal Archives, I had to sneak in, they probably wouldn’t let an outsider like me walk in and take whatever I want.
Yet, this doesn’t please me, I need more. I need to know exactly what happened, and the only way to know. Is to go there myself. It’s risky, but I need to know.
I quickly hide myself into my chambers. Nameless is sleeping soundly, that’s good. Leaves more for me to explain without a clearly traumatized child. I can explain with their dirty mouth as a coping mechanism if the things in Longsword are too dirty.
I light up my horn, remembering the one picture of Longsword. The scenery, the house, the griffins. With that I open a portal to…somewhere. I’m lost, I can’t see what the other side is about. Perhaps I can’t open it due to the distance between me and Longsword, considering it’s on an entire different continent I’m willing to believe it.
I looked through, scanning left and right. Nothing out of the ordinary. I should pull my head away before I am spotted, however something wrapped around my neck. “Oh no.” I knew this device, it’s a one of the catchers for stray dogs, I don’t know the name of it, but I tried to pull my neck away. Only for me to be pulled down and onto the dirt, falling down onto my back.
“Ha! Boys we found another one!” A griffon was standing over me. At least I assume he is one. Brown plumage, with a black cat body, and bird claws. Yep, a griffin. Great. He’s also wearing a very militaristic uniform, complete with badges and way too many pockets. No body armor though, which is strange. They’re most likely scouts delivering orders.
“These fucking ponies. Did this unicorn think he could just…” I could see another Griffin walk into my view. Darker plumage…great. I’m now a prisoner of war.
“Get the spear. We have to kill every one of these horses on sight. Remember?” The darker plumage griffin was still speaking, my portal was still open at least.
“Hey. This fucking pony has a portal opened to a safe house!” The griffin holding me down with this device around my neck turned. Now was my chance. I used my horn to shoot a beam right at the back of his head. Nothing too bad, just a stun beam. Killing is very unethical right now, I don’t need blood on my hands right now.
“Hey! You bastard!” The other one rushed towards a knife hidden in his feathers, but I just also shot him with the paralysis beam.
“Disappointing, but what can I get from normal soldiers anyway?” I pull the device off of my neck and stand back up. So this is Longsword, the hills are a darker green, there’s snow on the ground even though it’s supposed to be winter, and there’s a burning village in the distance. Nothing too suspicious.
Wait, a burning village? I don’t know what to do, if I investigate I might get captured or killed, if I don’t I’m going to have to keep a facade of whatever is happening here. Actually…I have an idea, I wonder if these soldier boys have any Intel.
I decided to go through their limp bodies, paralyzed bodies are strange. They’re warm and firm, like a sleeping body, but they can see and kinda speak.
“You’ll never get away with this Unicorn.” The griffin I was frisking was struggling to speak. I think he was trying to move. He had nothing of note on him, just a uniform, a couple of daggers, and a stick of dynamite. They have dynamite here, that’s neat. They’re probably chucking it like grenades. I wonder when they’ll figure that out. He started speaking in German at me, I have zero clue what he’s saying.
“Shut up.” I went over to the other guy, the other one doesn’t seem to be taking the whole paralysis thing well. He’s struggling a lot, his muscles are tense and kept trying to push through.
“You fucking pony! You don’t know what you’re doing! You should be at my claws groveling like the mud horse you are!” Throw more slurs why don’t you? My hooves now started to frisk him, I found something interesting. Pulling out a piece of paper from one of his coat pockets. Only to see its in German, and in some sort of coded language. I can’t read this. I could give it to the guards back at Canterlot as proof of my involvement in Longsword. As long as I can keep a story. From what I’ve heard from this loudmouth. They’re trying to kill ponies. Now does that mean they’re at war, or are they going on a full blown genocide? I may never know.
I look at the portal back to Canterlot. It won’t stay open forever. So I have a choice to make. I was never good at this sort of deal. Should probably kill these guys, I’m sure they won’t be missed.