//------------------------------// // Hail to the king!! // Story: Tales of the Abysswalker // by Sir_Elton_lunar //------------------------------// “And when he opened the door he found out that the person in front of him wasn’t the beautiful Jessica Rabbit but rather a comically ugly woman trying to kiss him!” All around the sounds of dragons’ laughter rang out across the vast sea of the wind. We have been flying for a few hours now. I even managed to get in a little nap to replenish my strength, but I was woken up so the dragons could learn a little bit about their new king.         “You have some very interesting stories dii jun. They will do well to entertain the ambassadors.” Feeling the hidden message within the sentence I laugh.         “I will tend to that problem when we arrive…. Uthrun, something's been bothering me.”         “Knowing you in a short amount of time I can already tell this is your serious side.” I can feel a slight drop in Uthrun’s scales. Probably a sigh for dragons.         “What is bothering you dii jun?” This will take a little bit.         “One thing I want know is why were the dragons attacking me on sight?” As I ask this another elder dragon drifts closer to us. This dragon had a earthly tint to his scales and a boulder for a tail.         “I believe I can help you with that question dii jun, I am Usnutiid. You see I am the royal historian. I keep all of the history of our kingdom in books back at the capitol. But I can still answer your question. For starters even though King Onyx was convinced that you killed his father, he was incorrect. It is true that you have had battles with King Sulfur, but you never killed him. Since you never killed him you never took the mantle, but that brings us back to your question. With King Sulfur’s multiple defeats he grew to resent you. He spread his hate to his son at a very young age. He also made it a law to attack you on sight no matter what, but since you’re the king now it nullifies the law in place.” Wow, talk about a mouthful. “Ok, so what will happen when we enter the city? Last time I checked half of the kingdom wasn’t there to see me kill Onyx.” Feeling a rumble under me I see Uthrun handing me something. It was a pearl white tooth the size of a table leg. “This is proof of your victory over King Onyx.” I receive the tooth from Uthrun and run my hand over the surface. It was as smooth as marble, probably as hard as it too. Even though I had no use for it I would find something for it. A light off in the distance catches my attention. It looked like a small ember floating in the air, but as we near it I see that it is actually a bonfire with multiple dragons around it. “Once we cross that wall we will be in the capitol. I hope you’re ready.” Wait, not ready! I didn’t even have time to admire the architecture of the wall. But that was soon forgotten when the city came into view. I now understand why the capitol is called Stone Haven. All there was in any direction of the city was stone and very different varieties of stone. Each building looked like a roman god personally crafted it. It was truly breathtaking. As we were flying over I could see multiple groups of dragons moving to intercept us. “Um Uthrun, they don’t look like their stopping” Looking around I could see the dragons that flew back with us were closing around Uthrun like a bubble. “PROTECT THE KING!” What surprised me most of all was that the dragon who yelled those three words. It was none other than Usnutiid, the really old dragon. What surprised me even more was when the mass of dragons hit the bubble we actually managed to stay in the air, but I’m going to need a baf bag. It stayed like this for awhile. Just us rocking back and forth as we flew onward. “Uthrun we’ve reached the castle!” Before I had time to think I find myself in a bear hug with Uthrun. “Proceed with diamond formation.” “Yes, sir! You heard him lads. Form up, now!” I couldn’t tell you much after that because being bear hugged by a dragon kinda cuts out some of your senses. But the next thing I knew was that I was being thrown across a huge hall and playing skipping stone with the floor. Even if it wasn’t a big drop it still caused me to pause for a second. “You will die!” I look back to see a orange drake who managed to slip past Uthrun. I could feel the rise in temperature from the young drake. Well, practice how you play, play how you practice. Let’s practice. I’m surprised my face hasn’t split in half from my shit eating grins yet. My face might get stuck like this…. nah that’s impossible. Reaching down bringing me to a kneeling position I shove my arm into the puddle surrounding my feet reaching for a certain item. You see the trick I’m using was a accident- I mean experiment to see if I could open a gateway to the Abyss. Just as my luck happens to be, I managed to do it. Bingo, let’s do this. I start to stand up bringing my little baby out of the Abyss in all its glory. My sword was a greatsword coated in Abyss or really dark goo oozing power. The left part of the hilt was missing while the other side was chipping very badly. The blade was once a shining example of Anor Londo smithing, but now it is a symbol of Abyss magic and corruption. “You are not worthy of King Onyx's throne. I will kill you and take the throne for one who truly deserves it.” Wow, great monologue, but I’m still going to kill you. “If you truly think that you can kill me. Then by all means, do it.” Channeling some Abyss magic into my sword I stab the ground causing the floor to be coated in Abyss corruption. This allows me the corrupt minds without touching them. For magic resistant races or unicorns the corruption saps their strength and magic. Without warning I dash forward aiming for the drake’s throat. Since the corruption was already doing its work the drake reacted slower than normal. This was the scenario I was planning for. With ease I drove my blade through his chest and straight out of his back. I could hear the pained breathing of the drake as he tries to free himself from my blade. “Do you want to know something I found out a millennia ago?” A pained wheeze was all I got for a response. “Dragon folk aren’t fireproof on the inside.” The drake finally realized what I was implying and tried to free himself with renewed vigor. Channeling my soul’s flame to my left hand I cast a pyromancy that would roast his insides to well-done. “Black Flame!” A fire started up my sword into the drake. The only difference with this fire is that it was a mixture of Abyss magic and pyromancy, and let me tell you that’s some nasty stuff. Pain was probably the only thing the drake could feel right now. His movements became crazed as he tried to escape the flame, but alas death was his only way out. Within a minute you could smell roasted drake through the entire throne room. From the smell itself I could tell it needed some salt, but I not a master chief so I did what anybody would do at that moment. I threw his body back towards the door with my sword like I was throwing a baseball. A highly overweight, firebreathing and ugly baseball. With his defeat I finally got some time to look around without interruptions.  There were lush paintings of all types of different dragons covering the walls all the way down the hall. Some big some small; some little some that take up a good portion of a wall, some that looked ancient but new at the same time and some with burn marks around the borders. Looking back I see the throne and all of its glory. Saying that the thing was beautiful would be an understatement. The lush crimson pillow in the center to complement the rich artistic curves of the obsidian that make up the arms of the structure. The overall curves looked to be a wing flaring on either side. Behind the throne was a mountain of jewels, gems and treasures that touched the ceiling. Near the bottom I could see some types of weapons. Maybe weapons from former kings or heroes. “That is the hoard of hordes dii jun. It is a collection of all the treasures our kings have won in the past, and now it is your’s to add too.” I look back to the mountain of treasures with a renewed sense of purpose. “Utthrun, please gather all citizens. I have a speech to give.” “My citizens, my name is Artorias. A few hours ago I slew your king and took his throne. I know some of you are mad at me and still want to kill me because of the old laws. I only have one thing to say to you. You can try to take the throne, but only if you do not value your life.” Sometimes I’m glad I have the ‘Abyss voice’. “Moving on. When I first started to talk to Utthrun about the economy I was disturbed by how much the world relies on the ponies for most of its resources. This is unacceptable! I will give you the knowledge to rid our dependance on the ponies. You will learn how to grow your own food and how to manage hunts. This is only one of the things that has come to my attention. One thing that I have personally experienced is racism. I’m sure any of you who have visited Equestria has seen or felt it. Right here right now I will say this. Any who suffer from the hands of Equestria are our allies. We will raze that horrible place to the ground if we have to, but we will not needlessly kill to get our point across. We will show not only our neighboring countries but the world as well that we are not the ones who will abandon the weak. We are the ones who welcome them with open arms. Race be damned!” To get my point across I slam my fist onto the stone railing. Resulting in it being completely obliterated. “I will make this a law if I have too. Do I have your support in helping those who need it? Do I have your word that you will carry this through?! DO I HAVE YOUR POWER TO SEE THIS THROUGH AND TO FINISH IT?!” You could probably hear the cheers all the way in Canterlot if you were listening hard enough. Seeing all of these people reminded me of some of my friends. I thought that most of my old life was gone, but this, this right here. This is what you would call pride I feel but fear at the same time. “Then let us show the world our power! Let us show them the power of dragons!” I decided to be a bit of a show off and overpower one of my pyromancies. Channeling some of my soul’s fire into my hand I cast Great Combustion but with a lot more kick. If you look from afar it looks like I was shooting a pillar of flame a hundred feet into the air. Lowering my hand and look to Utthrun. “It is time, summon the world leaders. I’m going to show them what a pissed-off Abysswalker can do.”