"I said this was a bad Idea." Mjoll complained, cursing her husband's curiosity.
"Yesss, I can sssee that now..." Frei hissed, his lizard-like eyes flickering back and forth in the darkness. They carried on walking down the corridor. "Yol Toor Shul!" Frei shouted, putting his entire being into the Thu'um. The small group of Druagr that were milling around in the darkness suddenly burst into flames as the wall of fire he produced flew into their midst.
"Show-off..." Mjoll said cheerily as she nudged Frei in the ribcage. "Now, lets get going before more of their friends wake up. They continued down the corridor until they reached a door. Frei put his hand up to it, feeling for any kind of magical trap. It was clear so he pushed it open. Then all hell let loose as a gang of necromancers let go of the spell they were channelling. The spell hit Frei and Mjoll, but just before it claimed them, they saw a little pink horse fly through the walls of the corridor, knocking them through the hole she created.
"Come on, come on, just a little more..." Netherstride growled as he fitted his bowstring. He managed to produce a sort of strangled cheer as he finally fitted it. His vocal cords protested at the sudden burst of noise, and he once again cursed The Lich King to burn for an eternity, even though he was already doing so. "Now, where did them two idiots run off to..." He muttered as he looked around for his strange friends. Just then he heard a cheer from further into the city. "Ugh, please say they haven't found the beer again..." He flipped a switch on his keyring and his Gyrocopter appeared. He climbed up into the pilot's seat and flew into the city, knowing that if he didn't get there fast enough, bad things would happen. "Oh shit..." He said as he saw his friends, obviously drunk as rats, stood on top of Grommash Hold. He flew over as fast as he could, but his friends had already jumped off. He called his giant owl over, and instructed it to catch the smaller of the two. He flew over to the larger, only just getting there in time to grab him with his grappling hook. He had just managed to drag him over to the smallest of the three, when the earth shattered beneath them, and they fell through a hole previously occupied by a little pink horse.
"Boom, Headshot!" Mordecai yelled as he put a sniper round through another bandit's head. He had been happily carving his way through this bandit camp for the past half-hour, making steady progress. "Get 'em Blood!" He said, charging his pet Rakk with his explosive artefact and releasing him. Bloodwing dived towards an unseen enemy, and there was a satisfying explosion of human parts and entrails as he mauled the poor bandit. Mordecai whooped with elation as another bandit fell prey to his sniper rifle. He went to collect the spoils of his raid, and found much more money than he had expected. He gathered up the cash and rounds, ignoring the beaten-up guns the bandits had been using. He went back outside of the camp, but just before he got to his runner the ground opened up beneath him, swallowing him whole. He swore he saw something small and pink blast past his face while he was falling.
"Ugh, you okay Mjoll?" Frei asked, feeling around for his wife. He managed to find her, and he sat up and pulled her into a hug. "I thought we were going to die in there..." He said as his wife sobbed into his chest. She was terrified by the whole thing, and especially the thought of losing her husband. They sat there together until she let go of him. Frei looked around, trying to see what's happening. "Laas Yah Nir." He whispered, revealing all life around him. "Don't move." He hissed, looking at the four signatures surrounding them. One was at least 7 feet tall, and it was slouching. Another had a faded signature, and parts weren't there at all. The last one of the first trio had a very odd signature, glowing blue instead of the usual red. The fourth was about 15 feet away, with a strange gap in the signature. The one with the faded signature started to speak.
"You two in the bush, I know where you are. Stay perfectly still or the other person nearby will kill you." He said, warning us, motioning towards the fourth signature. He slowly reached behind him to the taller signature. He took something off the other signature and hurled it at the fourth signature. It seemed to knock the weapon out of his hands. "Come out and we won't kill you!" The stranger said. The fourth signature yelped as his rifle went flying.
"What the hell was that?!" He said, almost jumping out of his skin. "Yeesh, if we're gonna not kill each other, we might as well go out into that clearing over there." He said walking towards the clearing. The three others followed, and Frei picked Mjoll up and carried her to the clearing. She had fallen asleep as they sat still trying to avoid death, the near-death experience had realy taken its toll on her. As Frei entered the clearing he couldn't believe what he was seeing. A zombie wearing a full suit of chain mail, he was the one who had spoken. The tallest of the group had blue skin and a pair of tusks jutting from his mouth. He was wearing metal plate armour, with a battleaxe and a warhammer on his back. The third, the one with the blue signature had piercing blue eyes that glowed, and had a pair of katana on his belt. The fourth had a leather mask on with goggles over the top, with what seemed to be normal clothes covering the rest of his body. He was carrying a strange looking device with a telescope on the top. Frei's appearance stunned them, as his Daedric armour glowed with an unnatural red light. He set Mjoll down against a tree so he could take off his helmet. The zombie and the camp-looking one both removed theirs. The zombie had all its facial features in the right place, and his hair was still attached. The camp-looking one had incredibly pale skin which accentuated his striking blue hair and eyes even more. The one with the odd contraption simply said "I ain't taking my mask off.". They all looked over to Frei in shock as he removed his helmet to reveal deep red scales and spines on a very reptilian face. The group then started explaining how they had all ended up together, and they talked long into the evening.
It was morning, and having learned about their particular situations, the group set off in search of civilisation. Frei was talking to Winnor, the troll. Mordecai had become good friends with the other hunter in the group, Netherstride. Mjoll was happily talking to Netherdoomer, the camp-looking elf. They had all become good friends surprisingly fast. As they reached another clearing, a dragon landed in front of them. They all drew their weapons, knowing that dragons, no matter where they are, mean trouble. Winnor and Frei stood at the front of the group, Winnor having switched out his weapons and armour for something more heavy duty. Mjoll and Netherweaver stood behind them, drawing their weapons and preparing for a fight. Netherstride and Mordecai stood at the back, Netherweaver nocked an arrow and drew, and Mordecai sighted his rifle on the dragon's eye. Netherstride then touched a small switch on his heavily modified helmet and music flooded his ears. Frei and Winnor both charged at the same time, and the rest of them started laying into the dragon. As the beast collapsed after a few minutes of beating on it, its corpse started to go up in flames. Frei sighed as the soul of the dragon was absorbed into him. The group then looted all the things from the dragon, but it worked differently for each universe so they got triple the loot. They continued on, and as they reached the edge of the forest, they were confronted by a very weird sight. There, right in front of them was a small pink horse. It's mane was incredibly curly and it didn't trot around, but bounced. It bounced over to them and shouted to a group of similarly weird horse things.
"Guys, I found them!"
((Revised: 8/4/12))
It had been three days since they had arrived in 'Equestria', and the group had spent the majority of that time in the dungeons for killing a dragon. Thankfully, none of their possessions had been taken. Netherstride was first to speak up on the third day.
"Aha! Got the aether cutter working!" There was a hissing sound as he removed the bars from the front of his cell. He proceeded to release the rest of the group. "Okay, now we're free, who has a plan for getting out alive?" He asked, drawing his bow.
"Could you blow a hole in the wall big enough for us to go through?" Mjoll offered. Netherstride then stared rooting around in his toolbox. He pulled out a huge bundle of Seaforium charges, grinning like a child with a new toy. He then proceeded to set them on the side of his cell, where the outer wall of the castle met the jail. With an explosion loud enough to raise the dead, the entire side of his cell disappeared. He peered out of the hole, and sure enough, they were free.
"Now, let's get out of here!" He said, flicking his Gyrocopter switch. Winnor produced a of windrider, and Netherdoomer produced a Skeletal Griffon.. Mordecai took a small cylinder out of his backpack and put it on the ground, where it rapidly transformed into a Crimson Lance APC. Mjoll and Frei looked around helplessly. Mordecai gestured to his APC as he stood up from checking the chassis.
"This baby is big enough to hold you two as well. Just press the button on the side and you're in." They did so and the group set off on their varied forms of transport. Just as they had left the city, a squadron of guards appeared. "Hit them with everything we have!" Mordecai shouted over the communication system Netherstride had rigged for them. Frei was the first to respond, firing a volley of shots into the midst of the guards, where they exploded into balls of lightning. Netherstride hit autopilot and began sniping the guards with his bow. The guards were quickly dealt with as Netherdoomer and Winnor flew into their midst, killing the stragglers in a whirlwind of metal and dark energy. The group then increased their pace to escape from their pursuers, but it wasn't long until the princesses who had put them in the dungeon caught up.
"Stop now, and we can talk this out!" Yelled the tallest of the pair, pure white in colouring. The only response she got was an arrow impaling her wing. She screamed as she plummeted towards the ground, and her younger sister only just caught her. "Kill them." Was all she said as she was carried home.
"Fat chance of that happening!" Netherstride said as he decimated a closely-packed formation of guards with another volley of arrows. Netherdoomer had other plans for the princesses. He gathered dark energy around his hand, and after linking it to the princesses, pulled as hard as he could. They came flying past him, but he had drawn his katana. As they went past, he sliced their wings off in one clean motions. He grinned as he pulled them back for another pass. This time though, they were expecting it, and launched a counter-attack against his link, shattering it in his hand. He wasn't phased as he just hurled two bolts of unholy energy at the princesses, infecting them with all the horrible diseases his kind was associated with. They dropped even faster as he clamped down on their throats with dark energy, causing them to loose control of their magic.
"Thrall's balls!" Netherstride exclaimed as he woke up on the edge of the forest. He stood up, and looked around to see the two princesses staring at him in shock, horrified by the amount of destruction him and his freinds could cause without thought. They had obviously been probing their minds as they slept. He shuddered at the thought of yet another being invading his mind. "Here's an idea, let's be nice and friendly, see where that takes us." He said, exerting his power over the princesses. They nodded numbly, and then turned to the smaller ponies.
"Be nice, make freinds, and whatever you do, DON'T PISS THESE SIX OFF." Said the elder, still terrified. The little ponies just shrugged and some of them walked over to us.
"Um, hello, I'm Fluttershy..." Said a pale yellow pony who had shuffled forwards, offering a hoof to the odd creatures. Mjoll bent down and shook the proffered hoof.
"Hello there, I'm Mjoll, and him in the spiky suit is my husband, Frei." The little yellow pony obviously took a shine to Mjoll and Frei, as she walked over to one side with them and started chatting away. A cyan pony with a rainbow-coloured mane flew over to them and looked Netherstride right in the eyes. She then smiled and started talking to him about his heavily modified helmet. He went through the extensive list of modifications, and then showed her his Gyrocopter. She looked at it in amazement as he started it up and started to fly around.
"Bet that ain't as fast as me!" She shouted to him over the noise created by the rotors. She then flew away, leaving a rainbow contrail behind her. Netherstride was quick to react to the challenge, and punched the throttle up to full and rocketed after her. The little pink one was getting on really well with Mordecai, and they started planning a party. The white one had walked over to Netherdoomer, discussing his suit of armour. Their conversation then quickly devolved into a slew of fashion terminology. Winnor was talking to the two remaining ponies, demonstrating his incredible strength and endurance, and his surprising appetite for knowledge. The little orange one was most interested in how he had developed his phenomenal physical attributes, and the little purple one was discussing literature with him. Everyone was happy, and everyone had a place to stay. Winnor even managed to get a job.
