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// Chapter 6: The Last Ironborn of Lonstaris 
// Story: Equestria & The Heroes of Ether: A Pathfinder Adventure 
// by SoonToBeWriterBrony 
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There are times in memorial when the forces of good and just fought hand in hand with the dark and evil to keep the world from ending. Unfortunately, sometimes things do not turn out that way. In a world that is filled with monsters and creatures that wish nothing but wanton destruction, things get built for multiple purposes. 

So was created the Ironborn race in a world where magic, divinity, and technology tends to intermix. Made by the remnants of those still living, the Ironborn would be the new vanguard to carve out a new world for the living. Yet as the years went by the world they were going to save died in a slow death where magic faded, the divine left and knowledge of technology was swept away by the winds of time. The remnants of the living soon became the dying and then the dead. 

A lone Ironborn Cleric stayed kneeling, praying in a ruin of a church, or at least what was left of it. Rust coating her arms as the rain and the dust clung to her as the days and months went by. Since her divine patron left for better worlds, her powers were stripped away and she was forced to watch helplessly as her healing magic failed and her masters turned to dust.

Yet she never stopped praying, never stop hoping that someday her patron would return and give her one last chance to destroy the evil of this world. With her powers of healing and her lance of light, she would try one last time to destroy the creature.

She stood and picked up the rusted heavy mace she carried in place of her usual divine magical weapon. Turning to the strange creature that dares intrude into her sanctuary. She was very surprised to see a human, one of the first of the races of this world to be wiped out, standing there waiting for her.

"Sup," he said, "What's a little thing like you doing in a place like this?"

"I must be dreaming," said the Ironborn," Your kind died centuries ago."

"So then do you dream of electric sheep?" said the human. No. Whatever this thing is was not human, at least it didn't feel like a human by her standards. It felt.... like it didn't belong here.

The human-like creature sighed as it walked closer," Your world here is dead. Destroyed by a creature that no one here could understand or even comprehend. Yesterday, an Ironborn was crushed by a mountain breaking apart by the creature. You are the last Ironborn of Lonstaris."

The Ironborn dropped her mace when she heard the news. If she was the last Ironborn, then many of her brothers and sisters were destroyed, either by time or by the creature. She then looked at the creature then asked," And are you the reaper? To come and take me as well?"

The human-like creature laughed," The Reaper? HA! I'm not like that drab and boring asshat. But I am here to take you away. Your world was destroyed by negligence and just so happened to be in the path of one hell of an elder god that was just passing by. I'm here to give you another chance."

"..... I have no magic nor the strength to fight anymore. What use am I now?"

The human-like creature then surged magic into her, not only restoring her old appearance when she was first created in the image of her divine patron, but also restoring many of her magical powers and abilities.

"I think I can find a use for you," said the human-like creature," I am a Titan, and I require your services to save a world. Do you accept little one?"

The Ironborn, picking up her restored heavy mace rose it up and shouted "YES!"


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"They call me Zetaria Lonstaris! The Healing Warrior! The Ironborn of the Ether!"

"....ow," said Trixie as Zetaria shouted her name and her titles.

"Please tell me she is not Lawful Good," lamented Clara," That is the last thing I need."