Tactics ogre kingdom of harmony.

by moonsaber56

First published

The tactics ogre world is in a full total war and someone decides to try and find a hero to save it........sadly they pick blue

The tactics ogre world is in full chaos and war and a guy does a last spell to try to find a hero and it picked the most unlikely hero blueblood now he has to save the world and not die in the process......yeah......i got nothing....just read the story.....

The card's come into play. :Edited

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Edited by Fantasia Archsage...So go there still need a editor though.....

Read my bad punctuation YAY!!!! I worked hard on it so please read it and coment....
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An old man tired and sleepy from a days of telling people their fortune. Most believed it was just a petty way to earn some goth and were disgraced, while the very religious believed it was a demon ritual. The old man came inside his house to rest. He put his equipment next to a table and started a fire in the fireplace. He then sat in a rocking chair and looked at the fire warm and hearty.

The old man thought of tales that could make his grand kids believe the heroes and knights in shining armor that sadly he wished that someday a hero will come and make the land he lived in a land of peace, which was interrupted by the sound of galloping. As he looked outside through an old mirror, he saw a group of knights in black armor riding to the old man's village each wearing black and silver armor. Their presence immediately struck fear upon the old man.

As they came to the house, they tightened the grip on their torches and threw them towards the house. The torches landed on the roof, and the flame caught on, the flames slowly eating away at the wood. The fire spread down into the house forcing the old man to come outside. The knights saw the old man.

One of them dismounted their horse and slowly walked up to him. He struck the old man to the ground, the made him get on his knees. Following the knights orders, he drew out his sword and swung his blade aiming for a clean cut through the old man’s neck.

The knight killed him with one clean and swift stroke. He again swung his blade swift into the midsection of the old man. As if some stroke of luck, the body still was kneeling with the head still balanced on his neck that was cut perfectly clean.

The knight pushed the old mans body, causing the head and upper body of the old man to fall to the ground bleeding heavily onto the grass. The knight remounted his horse, and they went to the town square and started mercilessly slaughtering the villagers, and left none to survive.

Later after the bloodshed the village houses were burning and bodies of women and children were either slain in haste or chained up to be led into noble families to service them until the day they die with undying loyalty. They were taught brutally the chance of freedom was never found, and the chance of death from exhaustion was high.

While men that were fit and young enough were conscripted into armies and led into suicide missions, very few lucky ones would turn out as leaders for armies, but for the knights itself.

They were the “Death knights”. They were ruthless and gave no mercy, but rather than invading the land they came in to aid for a noble of a royal court, for their were two men fighting for the throne. The reason for the fight was that the king of the nation was ruled by a good king and sadly had no heirs, leaving the throne empty.

It fell to the court to find a new king the two men fought for the throne as one of the noble men asked for aid from the death knight's from the holy land to "purge" the evil out of the lands, and the other noble tried to exorcist the public and killed hundreds of innocent villages…

But in the old mans last minute, he mediated to activate a spell sending his cards to a new land free from war and filled with peace and prosperity, so the cards could pick a hero to stop the fight and end a new war which was already beginning.

As for the old mans cards, he discovered one day that it was an ancient relic that was used ages ago as it was able to bend time in a battle to rewrite fatal mistakes and find new ways that can change the future. If found in the hands of the right person he or she can turn it into a relic that can turn a vile place of war into a prosperous land of peace and prosperity.

But if found in the wrong hands it can corrupt the very soul of the finder, and he or she make the land again a place where peace is an ancient memory and war and death are as common as breathing air itself. The old man only hoped that the cards picked the right hero for the duty of saving his world.

The card spell found its hero in a prosperous city in equestrian canterlot, but many think it will be the heroes of the nation, the elements of harmony that have saved the nation several times from a corrupted leader and an enemy which sucked the life out of ponies and saved a city from a tyrant. Although they were heroes they have already found their place in their world the cards needed a new hero one who has not been discovered yet...

As every person or beast has had the chance to be a hero no matter how small or big it may be from helping a village to just giving away to donation piles for religions or common groups for those who have done the opportunity are remembered and are given thanks. Some however have missed it, or it has not begun yet...

As a hero can come out from the most unlikely of people either a strong king or a petty beggar they all have the chance...today's tale is a tale of an unlikely hero that will help shape a land of vile war into a land of prosperous peace.

And it all begins with a prince that no one expected to be a hero.......

time to do some medicine.

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Blueblood was not having a good day after waking up, figuring out that princess celestia thought it was a good idea to instead of training her royal guard instead trusting 6 mares to destroy evil or something close to evil even though celestia made him have royal guard medic training it was not going to be of any use as again the mares saved that day so why was there any need for the royal-guard?...... Blueblood lazily swirled his finger on the desk he was working on as he was not only tired he was also frustrated from the sheer idiocy that the place he lived in but the more he thought about it the more he liked that someone was not going to ambush him from nowhere.
But that was soon interrupted from a portal appearing at his feet, and like anyone else in his situation he screamed while falling to his doom. But alas he was teleported to a strange land, and teleported to a temple as soon got his bearings of the situation he looked around and was surprised as he was wearing a black tunic not the tuxedo he usually worn and had a weird mask on looking around he was surrounded or in a ornate temple covered with gold carvings. And decided to look around for anything any clues, soon spotting a a pair of arm gauntlets surrounded and decorated with skulls next to a huge black box/bag combination blueblood felt drawn to it and did so as he grabbed them and hesitantly put them on and grabbed the bag. Waiting for something anything to happen......
Nothing happened the arm gauntlets were a perfect fit on him, after checking the place out even more as it contained nothing but scriptures and runes blueblood had no make of it he noticed a exit and walked out where a javelin was coming towards him at high speeds using his instincts he dived in a random direction and checked his surroundings seeing a boulder he picked himself up and ran towards it and took cover where more javelins and random objects were thrown in his direction, each landing against the boulder or next to blueblood panicking he decided now to open the bag which contained nothing but medical supplies needles sturdy thread two sharpened knifes and alcohol and several medicine concoctions.
Blueblood quickly grabbed the bottle and drank it soon regretting it as it made his stomach felt like it had lava inside. After a while it calmed his nerves down to a point where he could not feel emotions, focused he put his meager training to use as he looked around he found a person crawling towards him he had black hair and was wearing a tunic with a javelin and scorch marks around it, grabbing the bag he examined the wound where his whole shoulder was limp and torn open and the bone was protruding and sticking out in a different direction and flesh laid limp around it hanging from his shoulder and well for the man he was constantly screaming to himself that he was going to die blueblood tried to reassure him to not look at it while grabbing one of the knifes blueblood sliced away the flesh and grabbing a rock he smashed it against the bone over and over that the bone cracked in places. Satisfied he cracked the bone in half so that the remains of his shoulder looked like a stump. Turning him over and tearing away the tunic to check for any other bleeding he was relived as there were no other injuries on him wrapping the "stump" with the strips of cloth from the bag and tearing away parts of the tunic that had burn marks or scorch marks to “air” out. Having no idea what the medicine in the bag did or could do he left it alone.
Soon another person was crawling towards him with his whole badly blown apart it made his insides outsides, sighing again going against his training to never kill a person he grabbed the knife and stabbed him in the heart killing him instantly. This routine began as people crawled towards him as he judged if he or she was possible to save or not then a knife to the heart or brain would kill him. Soon the fighting began to die down with 20 people saved and 40 dead from him. Soon one of the men that was slightly wounded began to told him to join a group sighing blueblood or blue told him that he was going to join thus started blues medical career stabbing people and saving them at the same time.