Pinkie Pie 3: The First Impression
Upheaval: Journeys
Pinkie Pie 3: The First Impression
Pinkie swallowed what had to be a third sigh as she continued to stare at her food. Food was a bit of a stretch, though. This was a bowl of rocks. Quartz, to be specific. Basically, a big bowl of glassy chunks. She didn't dare protest. This was a ceremonial welcoming meal by an earth pony clan; Clan Quartz in this case. It was an honor. Too bad honor didn't make food more appetizing.
A bowl of rocks was hardly the thing she was looking forward to when they were navigating that horrible maze of cramped tunnels. There was no way she could have made it through by herself, ley channeling or whatever. Two turns, and she was lost. By the fifth, her rump had wedged into a particularly tight passageway, eliciting some embarassing giggles from Nightcanter and a swift, and painful, kick from Sablesteel to push her loose. By the ninth, she envisioned a big, welcoming feast by the end just to keep her going. What she got was a dour welcome from Clan Quartz, along with this meal. Pinkie shifted her weight on her seat, wincing as she did so. Her backside might be a little bruised after that incident. Maybe not having a feast was a good thing.
She could eat these easily if she put her mind to it. Rocks were a frequent meal back in the Pie Family Rock Farm. She just had to make sure she didn't shred her soft palate with the sharp edges. All earth ponies could do it too. It was just that most didn't. It made sense when Pinkie left the farm. Rocks were boring. They tasted boring, they looked boring, even their names were boring. They were a chore to eat. Some earth ponies flaunted chowing down on rocks because only earth ponies could do it. Pinkie didn't care about stuff like that. Once she discovered pastries, rocks lost all their charm as food. She placed a large chunk in her mouth, and munched away, putting on an appreciative smile while their hosts watched like hawks.
Pinkie sat at the end of a long, rectangular table of polished marble, in a room lit well enough by blue-glowing mushrooms. The clan had a receiving chamber in their portion of the maze of tunnels that Deepstone Quarter turned out to be. The walls were worked to a smooth finish, with contours to make it seem like they were inside a big egg. Tapestries hung on the walls, showing off the clan emblem: a white crystalline shape forming three points. She appreciated the lighting, not just for the obvious reasons, but also because it showed that Clan Quartz had no problems entertaining visitors without True Earth Pony senses.
Opposite Pinkie was Clan Quartz's leader: Elder Clearstone. He was an old light blue stallion, probably a given to carry the Elder title, with a long white mane slicked back to reveal a wrinkled forehead. His thick beard was more salt than pepper, but those light gray eyes still bore some youthful energy. A bowl of quartz also sat in front of him, but he made very little pretense about eating, instead spending his time observing her. Several earth ponies stood behind him, all masked and vigilant. In all honesty, Pinkie felt less like a guest and more like a weird experiment. She could feel the ley energy all around her swirling with purpose, obviously directed by somepony.
"Um..." Pinkie started. This didn't seem like a good time to start getting into it with the True Earth Ponies and their customs straightaway, but the silence throughout the meal was too uncomfortable.
"Miss Pinkamena Diane Pie," Elder Clearstone said.
"Pinkie Pie's perfectly fine!" Pinkie said with a smile. "Or just Pinkie. That's what my friends call me!"
"Miss Pie," Elder Clearstone replied, his lips straight, his gaze unamused.
"I guess that works too," Pinkie said, more subdued this time.
"Clan Quartz is honored that the Element of Joy has approached the True Earth Ponies and has come to us first," Clearstone went on. "I can sense an incredibly vast innate strength in your connection to the earth." He leaned forward intently. "Perhaps you also come from an earth pony tradition that fosters this power? It would be interesting to know if True Earth Pony clans developed in the Heartland. Even if you call them something else."
"No," Pinkie replied, shaking her head for emphasis. "No True Earth Ponies in the Heartland. Just me. I mean...I'm not really a True Earth Pony, I mean I am a—" she shook her head. She had already gone down that confusing train of thought. "Can I ask you a question?"
"Yes," Clearstone replied.
"How do you know all this Element of Joy stuff? Did Copper Mane tell you? Does everypony in Deepstone Quarter already know?"
"News spreads quickly in the Delve," Clearstone said. "And the delvites are insatiable when it comes to news about the Heartland and the 'Elements of Harmony'. Quartz does not have Sandstone's spies, but we have many members mingling with everyday workers throughout the city. Copper Mane's correspondence only confirmed it." He looked to Copper Mane with a nod of acknowledgment.
"Did I not say that making a pilgrimage to the Heartland was a good idea?" Copper Mane said, his chest puffing up.
"Wow!" Pinkie said. She nearly jumped up from her seat. So you've got no problem working with not True Earth Ponies!"
"Not at all," Clearstone replied. "Many of the infrastructures you'll find in the Delve is the result of Clan Quartz workers, and these are things all ponies in the Delve benefit from."
A slight chuckle to her side brought Pinkie's attention back to her friends. Beside her, Sablesteel and Nightcanter sipped stoically on a thick stew of Deep Moss, mushrooms, and grotto grubs. Pinkie Pie was suspicious at first that the True Earth Ponies were insulting her friends by serving them bugs, but Copper Mane also dined on the same stew, along with other True Earth Ponies. The nearly spherical, wormy things stood out against the dark greens and browns of the moss and mushrooms with their glistening, white bodies. They looked kind of gross and slimy, but Pinkie had to admit that a nice, savory smell wafted from that stew, definitely more appetizing that chunks of Quartz. Sablesteel picked one out with a fork in a surprisingly dainty move, and popped it into her mouth with a crunch.
"How fortunate!" Nighcanter said with a big smile. Pinkie also didn't like that one. It dripped with playful sarcasm. "You've hit the motherlode already, Pinkie. Obviously, this is the clan to stay with."
"Yes," Clearstone added. He rested his forelegs on the table, resting his chin behind them. His icy gaze shifted to Nightcanter for a moment, before locking on to Pinkie again. "Miss Pie, I shall be blunt and direct, and you'll find that I am the only one among the clan leaders who will do this for you. We want you to make clear your support for Clan Quartz, both to the other clans and to the rest of Equestria."
"What?" Pinkie asked, her eyebrow raised high.
"The honesty is appreciated," Nightcanter said, but we'd appreciate it more if you laid out what you can do for Pinkie first." She tilted her head slightly. "Or ask what she's actually here for to begin with."
"She is here to absorb the knowledge of the True Earth Ponies," Clearstone replied, "so she can hone her incredible potential. Clan Quartz can provide all the training necessary. I know you are inclined to underestimate us, but I assure you, Clan Quartz's channeling techniques fall second to none. We have always suffered from a lack of natural talent, but that has only spurred us to rely on technique."
"Actually..." Pinkie said. "Uh..."
"Elder Clearstone, Pinkie Pie is also here on other matters," Copper Mane said. He looked to Pinkie. "If you can tell us those, Pinkie, we might be able to comply. Of course, we've already made clear what we want."
"Of course!" Pinkie said as she fumbled with her saddlebags. She had brought along several books from the Hidden Archives, something that really upset the legionnaires still combing through them. "I was trying to get to that. I wanted to talk to you guys about Magma Dart, and the Oathstone...and Wind Glance the Assassin...and Rock Maven..."
In her rush, Pinkie jostled through the rest of her saddlebag's contents until Blue Moon's gem caugh her eye. "Oh, that's right! I'm supposd to return this to you guys!"
Pinkie willed the gem's activation on instinct. It was only when the flash of blue light temporarily filled her vision did it occur to her that this may not be the right move. A quick side glance to the shocked looks on Nightcanter and Sablesteel's faces only added to her worry.
Too late, though. A massive, stone sword sprang into being, seemingly unsheathing itself from thin air so that its hilt quickly slid towards Pinkie. She grabbed it with her mouth, more to keep it from smashing into her snout than any sort of swordfighting technique. The stone blade, aglow with ley energy all of a sudden, slammed into the floor, leaving large cracks where it struck.
"Pinkie, what have you done?" Copper Mane said, aghast.
"The Anathema's Blade!" Clearstone gasped.
"Oh, that's what you call it?" Pinkie asked, her words partly muffled by having to grip the blade. She lifted the thing to keep it from adding more pressure to the floor, then flipped it with a casual toss so the blade pointed up.
For a moment, Clearstone's eyes looked ready to erupt from their sockets, but he wrangled his face into submission eventually. "I will assume that you meant no insult in bringing that weapon to us, Miss Pie," he said. "I will go out of my way to even assume that you thought it would please us to recover an artifact that had been lost to the True Earth Ponies for centuries."
"The True Earth Ponies never lost that sword," Sablesteel said. She had returned to eating her stew after the initial shock. "Frenzy Heart never stopped using it to drag the rest of you out of your hole."
"Miss Sablesteel, the Anathema murdered thirty True Earth Ponies, including twelve strong channelers and a Clan Basalt Elder," Clearstone said.
"Thirty-six," Sablesteel retorted. "And they were trying to force him into cutting off his connection."
"You talk as if you were there," Clearstone replied. "But, enough, I have no intention of discussing the Anathema with a pegasus. Miss Pie has brought the sword back to the True Earth Ponies where it does indeed belong. Please explain why you offer it up now."
"Well, duh," Pinkie said with a shrug. "Didn't you just say this sword belongs to the True Earth Ponies? Of course it should be returned."
"But you will want something in return," Clearstone said, his eyes narrow.
"Oh, come on!" Pinkie snorted as she let the sword down. The loud bang on impact made her jump, but she kept the indignant face up. "Can't I just give it back because it's the right thing to do? I just want to help!"
For a moment, everypony was silent. Pinkie let out a sigh at last. Doing something nice for these ponies seemed so hard.
"I apologize if my doubts offended you," Clearstone said. "Thank you for returning the artifact, Miss Pie."
"Elder, Clan Basalt will demand that the blade be given to them," Copper Mane chimed in.
"And they shall have it," Clearstone replied, again with a sly smile. "Magma Dart was its creator after all."
"Oh! Oh!" Pinkie waved a foreleg. "Speaking of things Magma Dart made, I was hoping I could see the Oathstone!"
More silence. The smile disappeared from Clearstone's face, replaced by a suspicious, tight-lipped frown. "That is a very serious and extremely difficult request to grant, Miss Pie," he said. "Even most True Earth Ponies are not allowed in the Oathstone's presence. Allowing you to see the Oathstone is beyond my power. It requires a majority of the clan leaders in agreement."
"But you'll vouch for me, right?" Pinkie asked with a smile. "So that's one?" She leaned in eagerly towards Clearstone, who looked taken aback.
"You have done my clan a favor already, Miss Pie," Clearstone said. "And the sword is a strong gesture. Try to understand though, that you are asking for great things too quickly. Stay here with us longer, hone your power and connection to the True Earth Ponies, and our clan will agree to let you come before the Oathstone."
Pinkie deflated a bit at this. She was hoping for a stronger start.
They returned to their meal shortly after, once several True Earth Ponies carried away the blade. "Has Copper Mane been teaching you about the Oathstone?" Clearstone asked Pinkie. “That seems an odd topic to bring up with a novice."
"Elder, I've never mentioned it to her even once," Copper Mane replied.
"Oh no," Pinkie replied in between crunching up some quartz shards. "I found out about it from some books. Lexarius wrote about it himself."
"Then your knowledge is flawed," Clearstone remarked. "Since it came from Lexarius the Outsider."
"Hey!" Pinkie replied with a snap. "Lexarius did a lot of good things for ponykind! He helped Rock Maven's rebellion fight the Old Kingdom, he helped found Equestria, and a bunch of other stuff!" She crossed her forelegs. "Besides, he stuck around for hundreds of years. It's not fair to still call him 'outsider' after all that."
"Then tell us, Miss Pie, what Lexarius said of the Oathstone," Clearstone said.
"Well, he— ow! Why'd you poke me, Sable?"
"Perhaps at a later time, Elder," Nightcanter chimed in with a smile. "Pinkie Pie will end up telling the same thing over and over if she takes it to one clan leader at a time. For now, Pinkie wants to see the Oathstone and, obviously, she has no intention to harm or disrespect it."
"I see..." Clearstone turned his gaze on Nightcanter and Sablesteel, observing them intently as he finished his meal. Pinkie found herself doing the same. She polished off her quartz quickly, then looked on longingly while her friends got to eat the more interesting food.
When they were done, the True Earth Ponies escorted them to some rooms within the clan leader's large burrow, as True Earth Pony homes were called. No big houses within caverns here, Deepstone Quarter was one big collection of caverns and burrows with a few large tunnels that acted like highways.
"Please keep within our guest room for now," Clearstone said from the doorway while Pinkie and the others settled in. "Once you are rested, we can begin."
It was only when the door closed did Pinkie finally relax. Her legs were ready to give way, and she hadn't been exerting herself. It was just that she felt stretched taut all throughout that dinner.
"That was an odd welcoming meal," Copper Mane said. "Too many incidents to my liking." He smiled though as he picked a bed. "I'm glad you are staying with my clan, Pinkie Pie."
Pinkie found herself flat on her belly by the center of the room. "I'm still hungry," she groaned.
Copper Mane raised an eyebrow. "Then you should have said something!" he said. "Our clan has plenty of food to spare."
"I don't want more quartz," Pinkie grumbled. "Ooh...I could use some dessert. A nice slice of cake...ice cream...chocolate..." She looked to Copper Mane, who looked away with his nose up.
"Such sugary fluff are unicorn inventions," he said with a huff. "Earth pony food is nourishing, filling, and healthy. We do not indulge in chocolate treats."
"Quiet," Sablesteel groused. She had not wasted any time laying out the large box she carried with her. It separated into three small shelves, all containing a variety of vials, test tubes, beakers, and even a small burner. She glanced at Pinkie. "Spend your time productively, Pinkie Pie. Get some rest, work on your channeling, perhaps plan ahead."
"I can't..." Pinkie muttered. "I need something sweet and tasty." She trembled and reached out with a hoof, as if she was dying of thirst in the middle of a desert.
A small, paper bag suddenly struck her face.
Pinkie was about to yell something, but she heard the very familiar crinkling of small, crumbly pieces of bread within packaging. She went through the bag quickly, her lips splitting into a grin at the sight of pastries. "Cookies!" she exclaimed. A couple disappeared into her mouth before she looked for the source. The bag had been thrown from Sablesteel's direction.
"For exactly this sort of emergency," Sablesteel said without looking. She was, at this point, surrounded by sharpened metal. Several pieces of cloth lay around her, serving as mats for dozens of small knives and darts, as well as multiple glass cartridges filled with liquids of various, ominous colors.
"Where did you get those?" Copper Mane asked. "Certainly not our kitchens."
"Back in the Upper Delve Markets," Sablesteel replied. "There was a filly; a fat, slovenly thing. It was the last thing she needed, so I took it."
Nightcanter leaned closer at this. "So you took a bag of cookies from a filly?" she asked with a bemused smile.
Sablesteel's eyes narrowed. "For her own good," she replied with a steely tone. She looked to Pinkie, who had hesitated only briefly upon hearing the origins of her treats, but dug in anyway. "You did not tell me you were carrying Frenzy Heart's sword."
"Don't take it personally, Sablesteel," Nightcanter chimed in. She was trying out the beds, clearly perturbed that they were essentially just thin rugs over elevated platforms of more rock. She tentatively felt around the pillows, likely to check if they were stuffed with rocks, before looking at Pinkie. "She didn't tell me either."
Pinkie threw up her forelegs. "I'm sorry!" she said. "I guess telling you two just slipped out of my mind." She peeked past her forelegs. "You're not mad, are you?"
"Oh, of course I'm not," Nightcanter said with a smile. She tilted her head slightly upon looking at Pinkie, then looked over to Sablesteel. "Same with you, Sablesteel?"
Sablesteel had move on to fiddling with her foreleg devices. A sharp, wicked looking blade popped out with an ominous "snikt!" which she began cleaning. "Yes," she said absentmindedly. At that, Pinkie lowered her forelegs with a sigh of relief.
"I wish you did tell us, though, Pinkie," Nightcanter continued. "That sword was a card you should have played later."
It was Pinkie's turn to tilt her head. "How can a sword be a card?" she asked. "You can't shuffle a bunch of swords or make a house out of them."
"I mean that you should have kept it to yourself until later," Nightcanter said with a sigh. "When you could have asked them for something in return."
Pinkie scrunched her lips together for a while. "That's just wrong. It was theirs to begin with, right?"
"It was the Anathema's," Copper Mane said. "Technically, it belongs to Clan Basalt as it was created by Magma Dart, but Magma Dart created both the blade and the Oathstone to serve all True Earth Ponies. Clan Quartz has just as much right to it." Copper Mane's eyes narrowed. "Speaking of which, what do you intend to do if you see the Oathstone, Pinkie Pie?"
"Well..." Pinkie hesitated, then glanced at Sablesteel, then Nightcanter. "Promise you won't tell the others?" she asked.
"I—" Copper Mane fell silent, his face furrowing in an obvious inner struggle. "I promise," he finally said.
"That's a Pinkie promise!" Pinkie warned. She looked around. It may be stone walls all around with just her eyes, but the flow of ley energy around her told more. Everything was nice and quiet, like a bubbly, undisturbed stream on a nice summer day. Nopony was spying. She concentrated extra hard, just in case those Clan Sandstone ponies were up to something, but all she managed was to hurt her eye muscles in the straining. She blinked a few times then glanced at Sablesteel. Sable should be able to notice those so she relaxed. "If you break it, bad things will happen!" she added.
Copper Mane was about to reply when the "snikt" of Sablesteel retracting her foreleg blade cut him off. He merely nodded instead. Sablesteel went on to clean the needle portion of her gear. Whether that timing was coincidental or not was hard to tell.
"Lexarius said that Magma Dart created the Oathstone after Wind Glance the Assassin killed Rock Maven," Pinkie said.
"That is true," Copper Mane said. "Wind Glance the Assassin and Rock Maven fought together during the final battles against the Old Kingdom. She was his trusted friend and considered by all of the clans as an honorary earth pony. When she got him alone and inattentive, however, she killed him with a poisoned knife, the perfect proof that pegasi can never be trusted. Magma Dart built the Oathstone over Rock Maven's tomb as a symbol of True Earth Pony resolve. We will never be tricked again."
"But don't you find it a bit suspicious?" Pinkie asked, her scowling face a few inches from Copper Mane's. "Lexarius was best friends with Rock Maven, but the earth ponies refused to let him visit! Nopony got to see Rock Maven after Wind Glance the Assassin killed him!"
"Rock Maven spent his last days constantly extending himself for ungrateful unicorns and pegasi, leading the way in transforming his beloved home into a roost for strangers," Copper Mane replied. "Magma Dart made sure that his body, at least, could be at peace. He knew that Lexarius the Stranger and the other unicorns would have loved to experiment on his remains to discover the source of his power."
Sablesteel snorted. "So he was murdered and none of you saw the body," she said. "You just accepted that he was killed by a mare who was killed as well without any proof."
"First of all, the presence of Rock Maven across the ley lines was immeasurable!" Copper Mane said indignantly. "Nopony needed to see him fall to know that horror that happened. They all felt it, like a great sinkhole that shook all of Equestria's ley energy landscape. Second, Magma Dart was Rock Maven's most trusted apprentice; trusted to carry on leadership of the earth ponies should Rock Maven step down or die. His word on those events is enough."
"Well, it's not enough for me," Pinkie Pie said, her forelegs crossed. "Lexarius said that Rock Maven and Wind Glance were very good friends. Even if Magma Dart thought that Rock Maven should be left alone, he shouldn't have just blocked off that place. I don't trust that Oathstone."
Copper Mane raised his forelegs in a placating gesture. "Have a care, Pinkie!" he said worriedly while looking around. "You have no clue how important Magma Dart is to us! Without him, the clans would have completely splintered apart after Rock Maven's murder."
"I agree with Copper Mane on this one," Nightcanter added. "At least when it comes to not going around telling the True Earth Ponies that you don't trust Magma Dart."
"If you don't trust the words of Magma Dart, Pinkie Pie, what do you expect to find past the Oathstone? And how will that help the True Earth Ponies?" Sablesteel asked.
"I'm not sure," Pinkie mumbled. She popped the last cookie in her mouth, and chewed slowly. "I guess something to loosen Magma Dart's hold." She looked to Copper Mane. "Do you really like doing everything Magma Dart's way?"
Silence. A long, oddly reassuring silence. Pinkie expected a quick, vehement yes from Copper Mane. That he thought about it first meant a different answer. She was glad to wait the silence out until he was ready.
Copper Mane sighed. "Now you must promise in turn, Pinkie Pie," he said. When Pinkie nodded, he went on. "No, I don't like everything about our old traditions," he said all but whispered. "I don't like how Magma Dart said that earth ponies who don't follow our ways should be abandoned. I don't like that he was supposed to lead all of us True Earth Ponies, but left nearly all the leadership for Clan Basalt, and solidified their place of power by keeping the rituals for severing a clan secret."
Pinkie brightened at this. "Then you get it, right?" she asked eagerly. "We can find a better way than what Magma Dart's been doing. You've already been trying!"
"We're not on the same page, Pinke Pie," Copper Mane said. "I want small reforms. You sound like you want to overturn everything." His eyes narrowed. "But, after today's meal..."
Pinkie held back, puzzled. Sablesteel, on the other hoof, suddenly focused on Copper Mane. Likewise, Nightcanter.
"What is it?" Sablesteel asked.
"I didn't expect Elder Clearstone to be so aggressive in gaining your help," Copper Mane said. "Some things may have happened while I was away. The way he reacted to Anathema's sword is strange too. I thought he'd immediately return it to Clan Basalt, but he seems perfectly fine in courting their anger by holding on to it."
"Is that bad?" Pinkie asked. More and more, she was regretting ever pulling that sword out without thinking.
"Clan Basalt was the most powerful of the True Earth Pony clans during my time," Sablesteel said.
"They still are last I checked with the Delve Guard," Nightcanter added. "The True Earth Ponies don't do anything without some of Clan Basalt's approval."
"That's right," Copper Mane said. "Though, I think it shouldn't be right. Every clan should be at an equal footing." He looked to Pinkie. "They will find out that you gave the blade to us," he said. "I'm afraid you've already made an enemy of Clan Basalt."
Nightcanter's lingering smile turned into a frown. "Copper Mane," she said softly. "Did we just get your clan to start a war with Basalt?"
Copper Mane's eyes widened. "What? No! We wouldn't dare! Magma Flow alone can bring down half the Quarter on our heads if forced to!" His his breathing quickened, his eyes darting about as if he was already seeing the destruction. "An open fight among True Earth Pony clans would devastate Deepstone Quarter and expose us to being wiped out by opportunistic unicorns and pegasi. It's unthinkable!"
"It sure is," Nightcanter scoffed. "The Delve's unicorns aren't lying in wait as a whole for you True Earth Ponies to fail, Copper Mane, the houses can barely agree where to hold meetings." Her eyes remained focused and worried, however. "Getting caught in a clan war is no laughing matter, though...how desperate is Quartz to pull of this stunt?"
"Not at all!" Copper Mane snapped. "We're secure in numbers, strength, and resources!"
"But your leader's fine with you wandering off to the Heartland to get some converts," Nightcanter said with a mild smirk.
"Nonsense! I had been proposing similar trips for a long time! It's because I was per—!" Copper Mane stopped himself, his hoof instinctively touching his lips. "The timing is unusually perfect."
"Not really in the loop with your clan, are you?" Nightcanter asked.
"Hush!" Sablesteel snapped. She had rolled up her gear and replaced them in her suit.
Odd...Pinkie expected her to take off the rest of her gear to get some rest. "What's wro—?"
And then Pinkie found out just what was wrong. The sudden shift in the area's ley energy crashed into her so hard that she fell on her face. She wasn't even looking! She bounced back up, her ears perked and her heart racing. A loud boom erupted outside their room followed by alarmed yells.
The ley lines were going crazy. They shifted and swirled around Pinkie's legs before flowing out of the room, like water being sucked out. Her legs tingled and ached. This wasn't right. Nothing at all like the flow of power she saw when she faced Smart Cookie. Somepony was channeling, but in a way that was painful to everything.
Another boom. That was it, she had to see, especially when the waning flow of ley energy within the room seeped out accompanied by odd, dark wisps. "Come on!" Pinkie yelled. She opened the door, immediately recoiling at the wave of heat that smacked her in the face. The end of the hall connecting her room with the main hall glowed an ominous orange that suppressd the soft blue of the glow mushrooms.
After a moment to collect herself and to see if the others were behind her, Pinke galloped towards the commotion.
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moar
please
So...I'm gonna take a stab and guess what really happened. Rock Maven and Wind Glance were a lot more than just good friends, but Magma Dart's racist ass couldn't handle this or what it would mean for the TEP's racist traditions, so he murdered them, blamed Wind Glance for propoganda, built the TEP equivelant of the Ark of the Covenant on top of their resting place so no one would be able to examine the bodies, then set himself and his clan up as the defacto rulers of the TEPs so that he could make sure they all stayed racist assholes.
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That seems to sum it up quite nicely actually. Don't have anything to add, you hit the nail on the head. At least in regards to what I think as well.
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Wind Glance was an inside job.
jet fuel cant melt steel beams but magma can
This group really need to tell each other more about their plans and how True Earth Ponies’s society works. And great way to leave a cliffhanger.
woot update
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The TEP would lose there mind seeing the cakes earth ponies who are experts at "unicorn cooking" and have a pegasus and unicorn for foals? I also Imagine Maud is likely a overtly powerful channeler and the TEP would just be up the Pie family's ass. Heck likely the Pie family has strong TEP blood and artifacts, maybe a they are remnants from a "lost clan" that was "banished" and went to the Heartlands.
I beg to differ
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when did that happened ?
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Since before the series even started. It was mentioned in his description. I’d have to guess they are injuries from back when he and the other sovereigns actually fought one another, before their pact:
Sir yourgh's spear and the slumbering dragon sinh.
Yargh's spear and the envy dragon.
You cheeky bastard you, I'll try to find all DS references here and up
"A sharp, wicked looking blade popped out with an ominous "snikt!" "
Wonder where that sound effect came from?
next chapter please!?
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And considering what happened with Appleslice, I doubt that Rock Maven soul moved much and is just waiting for the oath stone to get moved to take revenge
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Octavia has a very different canon here. I'm pretty sure she is good friends with Pinkie in actual canon.
any idea when we can expect an update and new chapter?
So magma dart murdered rock maven and took control.
Just commenting to let you know people still care. Take as much time as you need, anyone reasonable would rather it be good than uninspired or rushed.
So this is where the story stops...I've read all the way from breaking point, and so far, I've absolutely enjoyed upheaval. Can't wait for the next chapters!
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Ditto!
Just writing to let you know people still care. We're still waiting.
Hoping things are going well with the story. We all really love the story and experience. I'm going through all of them for the fifth time, I've really loved this story. It has added a whole new depth to this world we've all loved