You Want Me to What?
'Idiots, every single one of them.' The wanderer thought to himself as he unequipped his armor in his new room. After helping to retrieve the Heart, he was asked by a council to lead the city, though on closer inspection of the terms, his power was almost non-existent. The were probably looking for a way to chain him to the city as a protector. No way in hell that was happening. After so many years stuck with only two islands to wander, he was going to explore again. They were on the verge of panic, most of the city still shaking from a nightmare they couldn't remember, and to lose such a powerful being to wanderlust? He managed to settle them down by promising to magically mark his room, allowing him to teleport back to the city in case of an attack. In that vein, he'd asked if they had some way to contact him, and the council had provided him with a triangular amethyst imbued with a simple alert spell. The gem would glow and emit a soft tone when its brother was activated. With the assurance that their super soldier wouldn't be out of reach, he finally convinced the council to not try to physically stop him (not that they could).
A brand new world, full of things that didn't exist back on Nirn and, and where ever he came from before. That had been brought up as well at the meeting; his name. He couldn't for the life of him remember it, as he'd been called by his titles for so long they were all he remembered.
Moon and Star, Nerevarine, Saint Neravar, Arch-Mage, Master of the Fighters Guild, General of the Imperial Legion, Spymaster of the Blades, and Grandmaster of House Hlaalu, and his personal favorite, Outlander. But none of those mattered here, strange as it was to admit. He was now in a world with no link to Nirn, and thus all of his accomplishments were unknown to the locals. In the end it suited him just fine, but one couldn't go around calling themselves a high ranking member of a group that didn't exist in this world, could they? He supposed he'd just take a new name. What was one more to add to his list? The ponies seemed to like the idea of two words that were in no way suited for names, so he should probably go with something similar.
'The names always seemed to be related to their jobs too, oddly enough. Do they change their names every time they get a new job? Seems like a waste of time to me. Ah well, what do I do well? Stealth obviously, but I can also match most monsters I've met head on now that I've gotten some good gear and learned how to fight. Stealth Assault? Sneaky Punch? Sneak Attack Criti- no, that was an attack bonus. What about Hidden Strike?'
As he pondered these things, he lowered himself into a prepared bath, the warm water sending tingles up and down his strange body. By the Nine, the wonders of a hot bath. It felt wonderful no matter what you were. Relaxing into the warm waters, he made his plans. He'd leave some of his more abstract gear in this room under a powerful lock spell( which he, of course, knew the counter to by heart) and would journey south to the other lands of the world. There was still that second heavy presence he'd felt to the south, and the longer he thought about it, the stronger the pull of his curiosity became. After all, the first powerful presence was a barrier that was sealing off an entire city. Would the second source be just as fantastic? The idea of wandering a new world seeking adventure thrilled him. Dozing in the luxury of hot water, his alien ears flicked at the sound of the howling winds picking up outside, hiding the storm outside from view. Under the water his lips curled into a smile.
Cloaked Storm it is.'
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The next morning he was woken from his sleep by a rapid knocking at the door. Moving the fluffy blankets he'd immersed himself in after his bath, he wobbled sleepily over to the door, to be greeted by a servant that offered to escort him to the dining hall for breakfast.
"Will there be pancakes?" the outlander asked? The servant seemed confused a moment, but nodded.
Storm grinned at the ideas of more foods he hadn't had in years. "And bacon?" That seemed to confuse the butler, as he just stood there looking lost. Storm became irate, though. What idiot has never heard of bacon? It was wonderful, beautiful, a crisp, delicious...meat. Oh, yea that may do it. His ears flattened at the realization. Most of the locals were probably herbivores. His poor Clanfear. Wait, was he an herbivore now? Rushing over to the mirror in the room, he used the flats of his hooves to push his lips back, getting a good view of his teeth. Strangely, they seemed similar to his old teeth. What had changed, were his eyes.
"How the hell did I not see that before?" He muttered. Gazing back at him were two green eyes with slit pupils. It seemed to solidify his predatory heritage. Bacon was a go, and all was right in the world. Unless pigs talked. Oh god he hoped they didn't talk. What kind of world has talking cows and pigs? How would he enjoy a cheeseburger when the creature it was made from could ask him how his day was?
"Sir? Are you well?"
The wanderer snapped out of his musings at the inquiry, turning to the servant. "Yea, yea I'm good, just still learning what changes occurred when I busted out of that hell hole."
The servant raised an eyebrow at the remark. He'd been told to expect some odd remarks and quirks from the stallion, but the mad pony was starting to wear on him.
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Breakfast was a rather interesting affair. The utensils were similar to those used by bipeds in other worlds, yet the ponies managed to pick them up with the magic hooves. Already having done it by accident, Storm managed to eat relatively easily, before throwing his plans in the face of the current ruler. Unsurprisingly she seemed upset, the mare swearing to lock him out of the city if he left so soon, but was soon settled by a few nearby lords and ladies.
They'd seen the road outside of town, right at the edge of the barrier. On one side the road was pristine, on the other it was gone. Not buried under snow, but simply not there anymore, eroded by time. Having been brought up during the meeting the previous night, Storm had mentioned the barrier he'd come across while looking for the town, as well as his involvement in breaking it. So when he'd mentioned his desire to leave, the nobility asked that he contact whatever civilizations now existed to the south to possibly renew trade agreements, and was made the unofficial diplomat until such a time that the kingdom could find a proper politician to do the job.
"At least I have my freedom again, even if it's on a flimsy leash." Cloaked Storm said. It wasn't like he couldn't break contact with the kingdom if he needed to. After all, he could easily slip into the shadows, never to be seen again if he so chose. Wait a couple decades, come back for his gear, most likely in long term storage, and leave. And that was if he decided to not just walk in with his stealth armor on. It would be a piece of cake.
At that last thought he drooled, even as he stepped through the shimmering barrier and slipped on his cold resistance bangle and his stealth armor. "Oh god, cake. I haven't had one of those in soooo long."
Giggling madly at the thoughts of foods barely remembered, the displaced being trotted merrily through the blizzard, a blur in the morning light humming a lively tune to itself despite the desolate landscape that surrounded it.
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The end of the chapter causes me to break out into uncontrollable giggles.
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Spent last evening reading your other works, and found this gem.
Displaced human in Morrowind, who postgame was displaced again to Equestria. Never seen that twist on the take before.
The lack of a set timeframe is troubling, but then again he IS post game, so he IS ageless... theoretically at least.
(Might want to give a more detailed list of his current inventory.)
The Nerevarine was the ultimate authority on all matters in Morrowind post game, basically the Vvardenfell version of the Monopoly man.
But only on Paper.
He could easily be called the Wandering King by the crystal ponies, who just pile the most important paperwork for him to deal with when he passes through every few months. After all that shiny palace would make a great player home to store all his rare and unique loot.
Fast forward years later, and Candace shows up to take her throne and the crystal ponies point in the vague direction Nerevar last wandered in, telling her to take it up with him.
If you choose to have him play the wandering hero long enough, would he not also be an Alicorn?
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Wow, like this one too. I wonder, how good he is in Alchemy? Alchemy is strong, especially if you know the trick.
I see what you did there.
Elsewhere, Celestia glanced nervously at one of her cakes. She had an uneasy feeling...like some kleptomaniac was contemplating stealing it.
"Sir, I'll need you to disarm
. You can't have weapons here 
."
"HAHAHAHAHA
no 
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oh dear god if i didn't know any better you was thinking of me when i play video games when people tell me to remove my weapons. Then i remember i can just rip them apart with my bare hands
6604265 ever use a heal stick?
6604464 never played any elder scrolls until skyrim
6605257 Morrowind had skills for each weapon type (blunt, spear, short sword, ranged) and the most difficult to level, in many peoples opinion was the staff. To level it, the easiest thing, IMO, was to enchant a staff to heal as you hit the target. You got to train, and didn't have to hunt for more mobs.
6605728 lol that is funny
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No. She looked at her sweet roll, as if some kleptomaniac was contemplating stealing it.
Wait is cloaked storm a unicorn, pegasus, alicorn, or earth pony, because I don't think you have made that clear at any point.
Edit: And now I feel stupid for asking, since it wouldn't matter. He could easily replicate all of their abilities with his magic.
I really need to replay that game, now that I speak english. Also, Moon and Star? Maybe some one upping conflict woth Luna? Would be fun.
Will you continue this story sometime in the future? It's been close to a year since it was last updated and I personally like it more than Substitute so far.
7097364 I had fun with it, but I was going to turn this into Ares' backstory, so it would end differently. Either way both magic's shadow and Crystal outlander are going to get a make-over when I find the
timemotivation7100189 What? Nooooooooooo! It would've been fun to read about an oblivious god, instead of a broken and betrayed guy. Also, I want to see him making super-potions and showing them to someone
The two characters seem a bit too different for me to warrant a shift into one another.
As for Magic's shadow... well, the story haven't really headed anywhere yet, so I can't really say anything against rewriting.
7100273 The thing is, Cost of Asylum would happen nearly 600 years after this guy would get loose on the world. plenty of time for the MC to recover from his insanity.
7100465 My issue was not with him recovering, but the fact that Ares went to Celestia offering something, which I would guess knowledge, while the current guy is still thinking with the rules of the game. And if we go with the game setup, I'm not sure even the spells could be taught by him, as you don't actually read the spellbook in Morrowind, you just activate them and poof yer a wizard. And Morrowind is not advanced enough to be able to use it as a bargaining point. And suddenly remembering 100+years old science-y memories would be strange (I can't even remember certain 10 yr old ones!) He can't really offer anything to Celestia at the moment.
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I Just remembered there were Dwemer ruins and they played a large part in the game, but the thing with them is that nobody can recreate them any more, so they wouldn't work either.
Also after quickly skimming through the first chapter of Asylum, Ares had his armor and weapon taken away from him (later got it back), yet the Nerevarine have an RPG inventory (read: hammerspace) so he would have enough backup to just hack his way back to his confiscated items.
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For all intents and purposes I do want to see Ares' story, but I find this one too fun to just watch it getting rewritten.
7100501 There was never an offer from Ares, at least not one that was made while he was in her custody. It was that he could have helped, not that he offered to. At that point, he would have been wonderfully insane, and thus pronounced as "touched by Discord". No one would want to be within ten miles of him.
As for getting his shit taken, think of this. If you were to take someone's stuff while it was 'equipped, then they unequip then re-equip it, would it show back up on them? that's what I think would happen. It's just a wonderful issue with someone who's understanding and impact on physics is different from your own. Not only that, Ares could likely have been a serious powerhouse for Equestria as it was developing, being an immortal warrior and general problem solver.
7103157 I kinda meant that he has spares in his inventory, so if ponies take his arm/armor, he can just equip a different set.
Y'know, I only want to prove that rewriting this story would be too much of a hassle and you would be better off making a different one. An I would also like to see the Nerevarine driving the equestrians nuts instead of building a city. Oblivious immortal sheanigans are fun.
Also, in here the armor changed to fit his form, while Ares' were patchy and loose.
From Asylum's description:
Albeit, yes I know it can mean Celestia decided he's offering things no matter his opinion, but still.
You know, the continued ambiguity at this point potentially allows for the actual physical details of the character to develop over time. If you treat your character as have never being able to have seen his physical appearance before in Morrowind, then his appearance literally could have had a completely ambiguous, lacking any detail. Now that he is in Equestria, his form is starting to form details.
Remind me of a Apocalypse World character I once ran, one of his weapons was a set of throwing knives, with the INFINITE property (mostly because nothing breaks the fast, freestyle flow of Apoc World like searching around the battlefield for all of your knives after the fight is over), but I liked to play it silly. A town guard asks me to hand over all my weapons, I give him my Sniper rifle, my shotgun, my holdout pistol (because I didn't think the rest of the group would do what they did), and then I just spend twenty minutes pulling out knife after knife after knife and handing them to him until he's buried under a pile of sharp pointy metal.
That town ended poorly, head crab invasion, but it was a fun few sessions while we were there.