Summoned from giant crystalline structures, the same ones used to invade the Shivering Ales. The knights and priests of order fight in a field, wide as the clear blue skies, with only dirt and grass to impede them. Off in the distance sat the desecrated ruins of Ponyville. Buildings topple over like cardboard cut outs. Cotton candy clouds dominated the sky raining down explosive chocolate rain on the poor ponies that reside in Ponyville, wishing that their homes where not made out of cardboard. To the opposite side of the town, was Canterlot. It was still peaceful, protected by Luna’s shield spell. Luckily, Discord failed at apprehending the nightly mare, he was none too pleased. The priests were throwing bolts of lighting, always hitting their target with deadly precision. Focusing on an ursa minor, electricity flew through the air, sending the bear into a short spaz. He shrugged it off, in a fit of rage, he charged at the priests, sending them flying in all directions. A lowly priest had the unlucky fate of being crushed by his paw.
The knights on the other hand, had a winning streak against their foe. Blocking the enemy’s attack with their shield, sending their foe into daze. Then, with a simple thrust of their sword into their attacker’s heart, the enemy moved to the afterlife, a simple yet effective tactic. Crushing the ground beneath them, the knights advanced forward, using their blood soaked swords to literally carve a path of bodies. The army of order fought in trance, shouting their war cries “Waaaaahhhh!” they thought that nothing could stop them. Rightfully so, the enemy was faltering, and their numbers were shrinking, one could almost hear the voice of chaos crying in pain. The army, commanded by me, was determined to eliminate all chaos. The Greymarch was in full effect.
Even though I have I know all outcomes and can subtract all environmental factors, limiting the energy required to move an army. Ever since the defeat of me by the hands of ME and the Champion Cyrodiil, things have been more random lately. Throughout history, I have been ignoring events that I could not foresee, passing them off as some sort of glitch in reality. My perception has changed, randomization does exist, and individuality is not an illusion, making souls like me and mortals in charge of their own fate. But, that does not mean fate doesn’t shape them.
Discord’s army is a stifling one; I can’t see into the future, allowing me to know all of their movements, making for a quick victory, it’s all a blur. I can however, take my current situation, and make predictions. As far as I know, his army is good as dead. Guided by my invisible hand, my army carved a path straight to Discord. He sits upon a throne of pink and stone. He is obviously not happy to see me.
“Just when I get rid of a daedra, I get another! But you, for the most part have been a pain in my ass. You summon your army of filth, drive them into my kingdom, break my playthings, and block my path to Luna,” annoyance is the key word here. Whether be it from him talking or me breaking his army, it could have gone both ways.
Blinded by rage, Discord leapt from his throne straight into my left hand. Not the brightest plan he had, I might add. Slowly smashing the life out of his neck, he tried to teleport away, I prevented any such actions. It’s amazing at what an antimagic field can do, granted, I can’t use magic myself. But, I don’t need magic to send him toward the ground, and pile drive his skull. That is what I exactly did by the way.
I have something special in store for this little bastard, a little gift that Sheogorath dropped, and Discord never really paid attention to. Shame really, could of made him really powerful and win him this battle, but not even fate bows to gods. In this form, I maybe a deity of order, but the Wabbajack still recognize me as Sheogorath. I decided to play a little role reversal; normally the staff causes untold amounts of chaos when used. Instead of spewing out chaos, it will act as a vacuum of sorts. “What have you done to me?!” surprise! Discord is now angrier than before.
“I took away your power, living amongst the mortals. How does it feel?” Discord for the most part didn’t say a word and gave me a death glare. He really must hate being a mortal. I wonder who made him hate mortality so much? It is only natural. That does not concern me, I am left with another daunting task. What am I going to do with him? I could turn him into stone again, but, that wouldn’t really teach him a lesson. Ah! A few centuries with Molag Bal might straighten him out. I know me and Mole Leg Balls never got along, but maybe an offering will get me on his better side. Discord is still giving me a death glare. I decided it was too much of a hassle to even speak and sent him on his merry way.
The battle I just had with him. It felt short; I would toy with my enemy. Leading them into falsehood, than just when they think the tides of battle turned to their favor, that is where the fun begins. Seeing the faces they make brings a smile to my face. Normally anyway, In the case of Discord, I wanted nothing to do with him. Quick and undeceive, clean and simple, I never really could tolerate beings like him. Yet, I find calmness in Sheogorath, the being that represents everything I hate. Whenever I become him, all of that hatred melts off and because of that, I have grown fond of Sheo. With that said and done, time to visit a princess.
At the castle, more specifically Celestia’s room, Luna was sitting by her sister. Her head was on her sister’s chest, peacefully sleeping. Poor dear, drove herself fatigued, the shield spell did her no justice. I placed one of my hands on Luna’s head. I slowly began to rub my way through her mane. Mist and energy that is what her mane is made out of, but still feels like hair. I bend down to her ears and softly whispered. “Luna, your sister is fine. Leave it to me. I will see to it that she is at full health.” Just like that, she relaxed,she relaxed to a point were not even fire cracker could wake her up. Huh. I thought it was going to take more than words to calm her down. Whatever, I'll take it.
I wonder what happen to M’aiq and the element bearers? And that one guard, maybe Space Core too.