A long time ago, our kind broke off from mainland Equestria and sailed to find peace in the distant archipelago. We colonized it, fed it magic, and shaped a new life for ourselves. We discovered new magic, centering the power of our civilization on the power of our wizards and mages.
From that pool of spell casters and alchemists, my order rose. The Order of the Sculptors, the greatest magicians to ever exist. All other disciplines of magic are trivial to us, for we master the strictest power magic can hold. Sculptors have the power to sculpt new life entirely out of magic essence, the enchanted fluid that flows naturally through every Sculptor body.
As the years passed and the Sculptor order grew stronger, Sculptor colonies grew farms of unimaginable bounty and their citizens lived lives free of disease. All other magicians, save for a few rogue sorcerers, bowed to the Sculptor caste. We created harmony.
I am named Green Stone. Though I am still a student, and barely ready to Sculpt my first beasts, I am determined to stabilize my home islands, no matter what it takes.
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i think you mean gripped?
Wouldn't this be tagged crossover?
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NO! NOT AFTER SO MUCH TIME LOOKING OVERCould you give me the context? I must be blind because I can't find them.
7115994 I wasn't sure people would know it.
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...That's... not really an excuse.
Geneforge with ponies?
7134490 yes