Some necromancers want to rule the world. Some want to reign terror across their own demented plane of existence. One just really wants to annoy heroes. These are his stories.

Sunset's exit from Equestria wasn't quite as crippling as everyone thought. And Celestia taught her to hide her talents well.

If you travel across Equestria end to end, you can find almost anything. Magical artifacts of unknown power, demons, angels, and gods all wander the world with complete freedom. However, the one place all stand as equals is a lone inn.

There are few forces in the world more powerful than duty. And when I was betrayed, I lost that. But maybe a new duty can be found, and my adventures can continue. Or at least do something besides being an overpriced birdy-toilet.

There have long been rumors of the castle dungeons. They are rarely used, and patrolled by only a few guards. But there has always been one prisoner. One who should never be allowed to see the light of day.

Deep in Canterlot is a vault, and within it slumbers the Mercenary King. A man who could single-handedly rout an army. he has slept so long that most histories have forgotten he was ever there. But he just woke up, and the world might not be ready.

Roseluck was a scaredy-pony. This was a well known fact, she was flighty, nervous, and loud. It's amazing how few ponies think to ask why, or what she does after dark.

When a foreigner is slowly being evicted from Twilight's castle due to his common blood he tracks down the source, if only to give a final goodbye before he leaves.

A Rainy Sunday has invaded Canterlot. Oppressive grey clouds marking the winter day with a miasma of sadness and fear. For one person, it's the last thing they want to see.

When the worlds gone mad, even a short glimpse of a single story can force a smile.

Relaxation was hard to find for Jackson for the past ten years, but now he feels its possible. So that's what he plans to do. One day off, at least until he gets an unscheduled visitor.

A creature forgotten, awoken. A ritual long decried, begun. And a knife, long clean, bloodied. Immortality has a cost, and Death has come to get its chance at two immortal souls.

When the walls are being blown in, and when last call means more than just no more drinks, there's not a whole lot the folks of Appleoosa can fall back on. Not much except for the strange creature, with his dingy old star.

Jackson is going on a simple hunt. It would be much easier without interruptions. Like a certain pony princess coming in for a visit.

A Human, living in exile from all civilized lands in Equestria has finally found peace. No longer hunted by cut-throats trying to steal what scraps he has. At least, until a certain purple Princess shows up.