by Jokeblue » 24 Mar 2014 06:37
Is that how it happens for most people, eery? I must have been confused as to how this process usually works, as when I was summoned to the World of Svartalfheim by the high commanding Dökkálfar, I was asked to choose a companion. Looking through all the candidates I recognised a creature I had seen in another world, known as a changeling, turn itself into the one seen in my avatar, and I was like "Yeah this one's chill" and so after having chosen a soul-bound companion and merged it's being with mine, gaining it's power's, I readily thrust myself through the rift between worlds, leading the armies of Darkness in the battle against Asgard to be the herald of ragnarok or the requiem of stuff and the doer of things or something. However, I could not stand to see the evil I wrought upon the lands we conquered, and so, taking up the mythical and legendary weapons, the Broadsword "Lightbringer" and the Kite Shield "Dawnbreaker", I turned myself against the Dökkálfar overlords. The battle raged for a single day, and the the odds were against me I emerged victorious, breaking free of my subservience to the wickedness of their empire thanks to the power and guidance granted upon me by the glorious Princess of the Sun
I turned my quest to the righting of the wrongs I had commit across the worlds, but despite my paradigm shift, many could not forgive me my misdeeds. Though recognizing my repentance and conquering of the darkness that had oppressed their lands, I was left to seek further atonement.
Wandering the many worlds between the rifts and dimensions, I strove for my absolution. One fateful night on Tamriel - a world now long lost to time - my wandering brought me across the path of a strange man sitting atop a broken wagon, singing a song while plucking the strings on an acoustic bass. He was bloodied and injured, but more curiously a dozen men lay massacred, paled in the moonlight. The man seemed obviously worn out and battered from whatever ordeal he had faced, and I asked the man what had transpired in this place. He said that earlier that night, he too, wandered across this broken wagon. There was a man standing beside it who was looking quite distraught asking for assistance. When he came closer he foolishly lowered his guard when the man by the wagon attacked and two raiders ambushed him from the forest. Reacting he fought back. Defeating the first two, more men rushed from the forest, the large party of fierce bandits having no remorse for this single man who had slain two of their own. But the man defeated his attackers, despite taking a crippling injury to his leg.
I was intrigued. These men who had attacked him were battle worn and well equipped. How had this ordinary man managed to take down all twelve and escape with his life? The man smiled and would not say. So, I engaged in a lengthy conversation with him. Hearing the story of the worlds I crossed, he offered me a proposal - he would tell me the secret behind his strength, as well as give me his instrument and teach me how to play it, so long as I mended his leg. I immediately prepared to mend his leg, but he insisted that he teach me the instrument first. So, humoring him even though he urgently needed the medical aid, I allowed him to school me in the art of the musical axe. It wasn't a long lesson and he recommended going to the bards college to learn more, but it was enough to learn the basics, but I was surprised to find that I had almost a natural affinity to the instrument. But without further ado, I insisted that I mend his leg. Surprisingly (though obviously wincing with pain), the man stood up. The pupils of his eyes had narrowed, and I found myself paralyzed. Smiling, it was too late when I saw the glint of his fangs.
The sensation of blood being drained from my neck was chilling. Quickly going light headed I found myself in the ground among the bodies of the bandits. The man, now standing tall and completely healed looked down at me. He was thankful for my ready comradery, he said, as most who were as educated or well traveled as he or I would have noticed what he was upon first sight under the moonlight - and would never dared approach him. He considered the curse he bestowed upon me a gift - and as I faded from consciousness, the Vampire disappeared into the night.
I awake to the stinging pain of the sunlight and the growling of bears. My flesh burning I quickly retreated to the shade of the forest, equipping a cloak from my pack. A wild bear was casually eating one of the bodies not far from where I lay. I went to grab my sword Lightbringer in defence, but the searing power of the sun contained in the blade burned through the leather of my glove. The man from last night, the Vampire, had cursed me with his disease. Remembering the the guards of the Moon Princess, the younger sister of the Sun Princess, appeared to carry similar traits of the vampiric kind without any negative side effect, I sought to return to another world between the rifts, a land called Equestria, where I hoped to find a cure from the Young Princess of the Moon, but to also train in the ways of the Lunar powers as I had with the Sun Princess, in order to learn the true balance between light and dark.
But when I got there I got distracted by this site and just started making music
...I'm bored now.
Also eery that's still the one of the most adorable pictures of Rarity in existence.