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MadDonut


Don't be reasonable. Get MAD!!! MadDonut.

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OC World, Characters, Plot and All: Pony Opera

Ah, what are you? Seems my sight perceives thee a Hexer, no? Hm another one, perhaps bound to the same calling of ridding this accursed nation of its plague. Yes, yes you are just like the rest who braved beyond these wall before, each with the magic of majins and the armor hence forged in a fortress below. The all failed. Left the calling falling to their own curse. Those who held strong found their fate to be very much similar. Such as you find me now they too are lively yet mad unlike I.
I found my peace and resolve finding that time is infinite and therefore an opportunity for such a curse to be scourged isn’t far fetched. I am a corps, oh naive hexer a corps I am. A corps with lungs emptied of air, with a heart drained of its blood ceasing to beat or to flex. I cannot feel. Not the coldness of these bricks or the soft, crude coarseness of these vines. I have no thirst yet I yearn for replenishment. No hunger but even just a taste of a grain of supplement to soothe my senses could ease this seemingly eternal anguish.
This, young Hexer, is the curse of Freath. Bodies of ponies lay in decay and acknowledgment like I myself. We await the end of this world however far it may seem. For a pony who finds himself or herself in Freath also finds swift death. However for those who find themselves lively longer than their due may proclaimed themselves accursed. An endless, horrid fate it is.

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OC World, Characters, Plot and All: Pony Opera

Current Hidden Rating: 7/1

It's not often you find yourself waking up somewhere else, but it's not as if you can say you don’t belong. Not like you belonged anywhere else anyways. Still when I wake I find myself somewhere else, and through a slightly conscious effort on my part I end up becoming a Falconers after a runnin with bandits.

Falconers: Monster slayers.

About the one thing that oughta get me hooked on the job. It does but first morning I find were taking up a little something different this time around. Led by Igneous, a brave uptight fighter (I must say) and overseen by Hilliph, we leave to go find the stolen light magic of Aminus.

Aminus the Colossal Black Dragon they say.

However, as you might expect we're not the only ones looking for such an artifact. These criminals or cult or something called the Gekies Getuies are also looking for it too, and from what we heard their intentions aren't exactly pure in heart.

I’ll say whatever to it all for now, so long as I actually get to slaying monsters. After all, that's what I signed up for, no?

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Sequel story to Falconers and the Tomb of Aminus


I had a dream when I was just a foal and in this dream I saw one great burning fire that stood as a beacon in the land of ash that surrounded it. There were two others however but a great darkness enveloped one causing it to extinguish giving way to ashes without so much an ember to emerge and rekindle its brilliance. The second fire began to wither away and burn softer and darker as time passed by.

However embers from this dying flame emerged and they held a peace of the fire within themselves in hopes of spreading it abroad before the dying flame withered away completely. For many days and many nights these embers traveled across the land of ash towards the beacon whose brightness shown throughout the darkness but in its brilliance it became blinded to the lesser dying flame and its embers.

However the embers of the dying flame had hope and they sought help from the greater flame. Unfortunately they were rejected and in this the greater flame spate out embers liken to the embers of the dying flame however much dimmer and without hope. The embers of the dying flame however shared what little fire they had in hopes of rekindling the fire within them. They then retreated to the surrounding lands hiding and watching as the greater flame burned in all its isolated glory.

Time and time again they would steal pieces of the great flame and refine it to there liking. Again and again the embers did this and when they had sufficient fire they returned to the dying flame in hopes of extending its life. When they returned the fires life was extended and from it emerged embers with new found hope, that held their own pieces of the fire and again they traveled through the the land of ash to return and retrieve fire from the greater flame.

However the greater flame found out about this thieving and unleashed its own embers to defend against the embers of the dying flame. Both factions burned equally bright but the embers of the greater flame, though very few in numbers, were equipped with superior devices of war which they unleashed against the children of the dying flame.

They again did not give up as the embers of the dying flame stole what they could even in the face of extinguishment and returned home helping the fire burn brighter and brighter, longer and longer, but never quite as bright or brilliant as the flame they stole from.

Then when it looked as if the dying flame might actually succeed its own death one ember with a fire that burned far brighter than any child of the great flame before braved the land of ash and smothered what little the dying flame had left.

As this foreign ember retreated back to the fire the now decayed flame began to once again wither away and no amount of stole fire could bring it back from its own extinction. However before the fire faded completely it spat out legions of embers. Each one equipped with the dying fire of its nation but not just the singular flame for from within themselves they made fire which was fuelled by the hatred they held against the greater flame and its brightness.

As one their fire burned brighter than the flame that had been extinguished days before, and as one they marched across the land of ash towards that of the greater flame. However they did not come with the intention of stealing, but with the intention of making it liken to themselves, and the brilliant fire in all its glory couldn’t summon the embers to defend itself because unlike Istudious, Noriphmy had not the ambition.

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