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// The Umbrum´s plight 
// Story: End of Balance: the Warlord´s path 
// by Dostoron 
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"I have decided, i will see to bringing the umbrum to power." Your announcement didn´t seem to faze Fate in the slightest, knowing the eldritch being he knew your choice well before you did.

"Very well, my Little resolve, as a boon to your natural abilities i will give you the ability to drain life force from all that lives, this will in turn bolster your own power but may prove lethal to your donors, Keep that in mind as you proceed, killing all in your path may turn out badly for you."

As he finishes a light envelops you before you black out.





You awaken in the Wastelands far outside the Crystal Empire, your Body was wracked from the strain of pulling against the chains seeking to bind you back into the Underground of that accursed place.

It had all gone so well, Your kin had sent one of them, a runt they remodeled, to the cold outside, to either be picked up or perish...
The first Runt got lucky, he was picked up and cared for by the ponies, as planned. and true to her naive nature amore ignited his hatred, the source of his power.

But then that meddlesome Thing called Love entered the Picture, in the form of Radiant Hope. She ran off and called the Princesses on him, ending the first Liberation attempt before it started.
Then your kin had turned to her, luring her in and convincing her to help, how naive she too was, she gladly volunteered, even brought back that failure... and then it all went wrong... he betrayed his very species... and the chains once more sought to bind you and all other umbrum...

You, however, were smart, the second the road was open you fled the empire without turning back... you were almost too slow but managed to resist and pull yourself free... but it had taken a hefty toll on you... you were weakened... extremely so, barely enough to maintain a small faery appearance... barely enough of yourself to fill a jar.
Remembering your nature you knew no one would aid you... but maybe... maybe adjusting your Looks a bit could save your life in convincing others to save it...

You had time to worry about that later however... now you had spotted a cute Little birdie, pecking in the dust.
You slunk up to it, the wispy form you Held now too Little to be noticable... it Held no malice by itself no hatred... not a good Food source you thought, but something in you hungered... you leapt onto its' back sinking a tendril into it... and pulled.

To your immense surprise, something gave... the power... life itself flowed into you as the bird´s struggling weakened... deciding to make it quick you pulled out all the life it Held, the bird felt no pain... it just dropped... why does it concern you if it did?... maybe you didn´t get out unscathed after all...

now with your life no longer in immediate danger, and a powerful new way of gaining strength you felt about ready to take on the world and take whatever you liked... but first you had to rely on pity... you could take on the faerie appearance... but would you identify as a male, or a female? not that it really changed much except your Looks, heck you could attempt to construct a believable "both" if you felt like trying.