Bear, Scribe and Paladin

by Speven Dillberg


OMAKE THE FIRST

Location Unknown

“God damn it!”
“Well, that hurt.”
Thomas held up the Transportalponder. “At least it’s not broken this time.”
“Where are we?” Veronica asked, achieving the rather incredible feat of sitting up in fifty pounds of armour.
“Looks like the middle of a courtyard.”
Before either of them could say anything, there was another voice. “Who are you?” it asked.
Thomas sat up and blinked. Many of the feature were definitely familiar. The coat, the eyes, the ethereal mane and tail. But there was a problem. “Luna?” he asked. “Why are you a guy?”
“‘Luna’?” the alicorn asked, sounding equally confused. “Who is Luna? I am Prince Nocturne. Who are you?”
“I’m Thomas, the Courier,” the man replied cautiously. Already he had an idea just what was going on, but he needed confirmation.
“The Courier?” Nocturne asked, looking unamused. “No, the Courier was a female by the name of Tamsin. Traitorous harlot,” he muttered venomously.
Thomas didn’t say anything, instead looking at his Transportalponder furiously. “Okay, Klein, you’re fucking dead.”


MEANWHILE

Location Unknown

“God damn it!”
“Well, that hurt.”
Tamsin held up the Transportalponder. “At least it’s not broken this time.”
“Where are we?” Victor asked, achieving the rather incredible feat of sitting up in fifty pounds of armour.
“Looks like the middle of a courtyard.”
Before either of them could say anything, there was another voice. “Who are you?” it asked.
Tamsin sat up and blinked. Many of the feature were definitely familiar. The coat, the eyes, the ethereal mane and tail. But there was a problem. “Nocturne?” she asked. “Why are you a girl?”
“‘Nocturne’?” the alicorn asked, sounding equally confused. “Who is Nocturne? I am Princess Luna. Who are you?”
“I’m Tamsin, the Courier,” the woman replied cautiously. Already she had an idea just what was going on, but she needed confirmation.
“The Courier?” Luna asked, looking unamused. “No, the Courier was a male by the name of Thomas. Traitorous coward,” she muttered venomously.
Tamsin didn’t say anything, instead looking at her Transportalponder furiously. “Okay, Klein, you’re fucking dead.”