//------------------------------// // Welcom to Ponyville // Story: The darkhorse chronicles // by gluestick-thepony //------------------------------// Darkhorse Chronicles -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- PS: this is an idea for a mod, but i have no resources, and it would be too big to complete anyhow. So I wrote a story instead. Sallet= full helm with a mane and a bridge covering the nose (Spartan helms for instance.) Zweihander=Dual sword --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Oath to Order= in this story you are a khajiit assassin. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- It was a well deserved rest, after one battle of epic proportions, slaying Alduin in the afterlife. The pressing matter of choosing to serve the Nords or the Empire proves problematic. But you awake, ready to attack the day. Your sharp eyes look about your room in Whiterun, your humble abode being on of several. While dawning your glass armor, being careful with your feline tail, you think about your other homes as to take your mind off of the decision of which side to choose. You make your way outside after eating superb soup and letting your eyes adjust to the bright sun. The town is ever so active as you move around the randomly roaming populace; you approach the gate and get a sinking feeling as you open the gate that today was going to blow your whole plan for the day to pieces. You pause as you open the door expecting a surprise, somewhere under the line of giant monsters. as you make your way down the hill, passing that feeling off as paranoia, streams of colorful light fork from the earth off in the distance. You continue toward the corral in front of white run; as you mount your horse a booming voice is heard in the distance. "Dovakin!.. Dovakin!?. If you are out there we need you!" Your startled response is to turn your gaze toward the direction the lights were emanating from. Somehow you knew that the call was from the far north east. You roll your eyes and decide to travel toward the lights. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Five days on the road, taking your time riding horseback careful to avoid the abominable snowmen as you take in the frostbitten surroundings. As a khajiit you can help but to think about your older kin back in Murrowind. As you continue to be lost in thought your horse stops, your eyes roll down from the sky to see several bandits; a dark elf, two Nords, a Breton, and an Argonian. Further detail was not relevant to you, they were aiming bows at you and that was reason enough. "You will pay us if you want to leave unharmed" You wave off the statement and draw two black glowing customized Deadric swords. Bows fire as you duck past them and rush to the center of the five bandits. You hear swords drawn, you reach out with one sword to block an ax to your right; then repel an oncoming zweihander with the other, then slicing the second assailant across the thought with the right. You slash quickly to the right killing the first assailant. You cross your sword breaking the bow in front of you into three pieces before he could stay his weapon, the swords reached far enough to open his chest. The first two assailants were dead before the third one hit the ground, the last two bandits just stood there as you took in your surroundings, the speed of your attacks stunning as you cast your invisibility spell on yourself. The last two bandits fled tripping over each other. You are about to give chase when two arrows suddenly pick them off, on top of a nearby hill stood a bazaar being. He was a white animal looking humanoid; his muzzle was squarer and had different fur than a Khajiit. It appeared almost equine, in his silver black and red heavy armor. He came down the hill as you sheathed your weapon. "Sorry to interrupt you but I do not have the time to wait around." You thought about a land almost on the other side of the North Pole from Skyrim; a land called Equestria. "Are you an Equestrian?" "Yes... yes I am. I know it must be weird seeing how we almost never leave the kingdom." "Why not?" "Mostly because we are content with our lives, and some believe the rest of the world to be corrupt." "I am." "Thought so, when the call was cast by Twilight the aura made a shape with a cloak and dagger we assumed it was a assassin of your breed- er I mean race." "What exactly are you talking about?" "Chaos, pain, and panic is loose in Equestria. My sister cast a spell to summon you, the Oath To Order spell was created to that the Dovakin line can serve some debt... but I really don't care about what a stranger did thousands of years ago." "What debt?" "A Dovakin sold his soul to Hermeas Mora, he made a pact with our royal family to live out his days and wait until death, and needless to say it was the title of Dovakin and found himself yanked into another realm in his mid forties." (Why does that sound familiar?) You think to yourself. "So the spell was made because a Dovakin owes Equestria one." "So we can ask of your aid." "How do you know this?" "Twilight told me... she tends to talk... but like I said we can stall any longer, so will you come with me?" "To that light?" "You’re the only one who can see it, it is part of the call." "Very well then, lead the way." You follow the white stallion toward the harbor just over the hill. There was a balloon awaiting you, a large purple and red balloon that had a torch in it. You ponder the purpose of such a perplexing contraption as you board the aero buoyant mode of transportation. "And that is a?..." "Hot air balloon... by the way you want to rest on the way, it will be a week or two..." =========================================================== As you approach a landing pad for the balloon you look around to the gloomy and fearful citizens of Ponyville, this small town was filled with guards as well. The guards were clad in bronze armor with chromed leather. The sallets they wore hand red manes, they golden yellow matched the cuirass, the armor itself was a metal shell with metal pauldrons, and the armored skirt was splint mail. The grieves were rather plain as well; they carried spears and shields as well. Two of the guards approached the basket you and the white Equestrian were in. "Is Twilight awake?" asked the white unicorn. "Yes Shining Armor, she hasn't slept since you left." "What!? You didn't think to try to get her to sleep!?" "It’s not easy with the Darkhorse terrorizing her constantly sir!" Shining armor stepped out of the basket as you followed him out "did you find out why this cur is bothering Twilight of all things!?" "Yes sir! It seems that she is a great way to get to both princesses as well as being a bearer of an element of harmony." "Of course." The guard turns to you "sir... are you... Dovakin?" "Yes I am." "We should take you to Celestia." "Can it wait awhile?" said shining. The guard nodded as you are addressed by Shining again "we should go speak to twilight." you roam the town looking at the mostly pony populace as you approach a giant hallow tree. You and shining go inside to be greeted by a nervous wyrm drake, a wingless dragon, like an Argonian but more serpent like. A purple (earth pony) equestrian walked down a flight of stairs to greet you, she dawned a plain royal blue robe. You both stand there for a moment. "Are you Dovakin?.. YES! YYEESSS!! this is amazing it worked and now we can fight off the followers of hate and were saved because we have a Dovakin to aid us and there will be victories and save my friends but first i must study you to see of I can make-" "TWILIGHT!" interrupted shining armor. "oh... right sorry." She turns her attention to you "Right. My name is Twilight sparkle, I used an old spell to send a message, and as it turns out you 'do' exist. But before we begin do you have any questions?" "I'm good." "Okay then... a few weeks ago I and my friends started getting nightmares, the images of pain and agony was merely an omen, foretelling an old urban legend emerging from the Durance of hate. This mare’s mother, Selini, was put there by the Deadric princes after making the equestrian race to fight the Deadra; the war was involved with Talos and his origin. as a punishment to these allies to Talos that embraced this demon; they were changed to match the dark horse... but the Deadra did not know that Selini was pregnant... (She starts to sob) "So this child born in the Durance only knows negativity, she uses it as a weapon and has legions of followers. Unlike Selini Linear has one advantage over the Deadric princes... she... she is impervious to magic. She also stole the elements of harmony." "How much of an advantage is that?" "The Deadric princes are polymorphic beings, without magic they would not hold nearly as well. As long as they are using a form that requires magic or supernatural energy then Linear has a huge advantage. We actually shot her with the elements but she was immune to 'it' as well." "How do we begin?" "The princesses need to see you ASAP." "Then I will see you later-" "The situation gets a little bit deeper than that." "..." "One of our spies mentioned that she overheard something about titans... I have no idea what she was talking about but titans sound like very bad news." "I will look into that." "please do." Shining Armor turns to leave "you gets some sleep Twilight... lets us head to Cantorlot, our presence Is needed." You look back one last time as twilight heads to bed. ============================================================ Next chapter the plot device is revealed, I will be posting sketches of the races and armor on my Deviant art, also need proofreader,