Elder Scrolls: Equestria

Chapters

A Diamond Opportunity
Exploring New Territory
Alchemical Equivalency
Cleansing the Fire
The Way of the Voice

A Diamond Opportunity

The sky was dark with the clouds of an approaching storm, and the wind blew a sinister chill, though not nearly as sinister as the ship’s cargo. This was a prison ship bound for Skyrim, and just below deck were some of the most twisted criminals in the empire. First to be caught was a High Elf Pyromancer, who had burned down several villages in her quest to obtain power. Second was a Nord who had taken down almost a dozen guards before being subdued. Third was a Wood Elf who had amassed a small army of Atronarchs to overthrow the emperor. The guards had just barely won. Fourth was a Master Thief Khaajit, who even as he was getting on the ship had stolen 3 of the guards wallets and tried to bribe them with their own money. But the fifth one… most of the guards aboard the ship didn’t think he was natural. Some of them though he was part dragon. Others flat out called him a demon. Whatever the creature was, he had killed 7 Officials, 4 Local Guild Leaders, and countless innocents, all for petty cash. If this was Morrowind, and he was a Morag Tong member, it might not have been so bad. But he was associated with no guild: he had no loyalties, and nothing holding him back except the restrictions of his employer. And if the poor soul who hired him was unable to pay…well, it’s common knowledge you have the money before you hire the assassin.

These were treacherous waters, and it was definitely the most dangerous part of the journey. An unskilled Captain would succumb to such conditions, and the crew had to be ready to fend off attacks from various sea creatures. But the crew was well trained in combat, and the Captain with years of experience traversing these waters. Still, one must always be ready for surprises, and the crew was ever vigilant.
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The cell mates looked at each other, both in disdain and fear, but all with respect for the others accomplishments. The Nord broke the silence first. “So, Wood Elf, think your Frost Atronarchs could do any real damage to me?”

The Wood Elf glared at him. “If it weren’t for these bracers, I’d gladly see how you fare against a Flame Atronarch.”

The High Elf interrupted. “Ladies, Ladies, you’re both incredibly ugly. Now let’s focus on how we’re going to get out of here.”

The Nord spoke again. “I hate to say it, but the Elf’s got a point. Any bright ideas, Khaajit?”

“If the Guards would come closer to the door, I could easily take the keys.” The Pros of all the criminals being from land of the Imperials is that there were no confusing accents to distract them from their goal. The Khaajit continued. “But it would not matter, since there are too many guards on this ship.” The others nodded in grudging agreement. The

Wood Elf then noticed something off.

“Hey, how come the Lizard doesn’t get Bracers?” The guard turned and answered them. “Because that creature isn’t strong enough in body or magic to escape that cell and because he didn’t try to steal anything. Yet.” The Guard glared at the beast. In its dark corner, one might mistake it for a Dark Elf due to its uncut black hair. But a closer look would reveal scales and the tail that only an Argonian could have. An even closer look would reveal dark yellow eyes, with the pupils just a narrow black slit. It spoke in a slithering serpent voice.

“Do I scare you, officccc-“It said, accentuating the s-sound like a serpent in the night, “-ccer? Good. You’d be wissssse to do ssssssso.” The guard, though battle hardened with years of experience, still cringed.

“Stop that. You can talk like a sane person, can’t you?” The creature raised its head.

“Of course I can. In fact that’s how I usually talk.” It lowered its head once more. “But only to disguissssse my inssssanity”

The guard turned away, doing his best to ignore the beast. The Wood Elf suddenly perked his head up. The others turned to him in interest, save the Argonian. “What is it?” The High Elf inquired. The Argonian suddenly perked up as well.

“A chance for me to escape, of course.” The guard turned to face the prisoners. “What are you two talking about, your ‘chance to escape’?” Suddenly, two soldiers came rushing below deck, yelling only one word. “Dragon!” The officer rushed up deck to see if the claim was true. The Nord groaned.

“Well if there is a bloody dragon we’re all going to drown in this cell.” The Khaajit smiled and turned look outside the cell. In his rush to get topside, the guard had dropped his set of keys. The Nord reached out to get the keys, and then pulled back. “It’s too far out. I can’t reach them.” Suddenly the keys started to shiver. They did a small jerk toward the cage, then another, then flew right through the air into the Argonians hands. He smiled a sinister grin. “And they said I lacked the Magic to get out of this cage.”

The 5 criminals looked up to the roof. The Khaajit grimaced. “It’s quiet. Too quiet.”

Suddenly, a loud roar was heard as a dying dragon smashed the front half of the ship with its falling corpse, killing the last of the guards on deck. The ship quickly started to tilt forward. “Anytime now, Lizardbreath!”

The Argonian quickly unlocked the cell door. It turned to face the rest of them. “My name is Ashlan, not Lizardbreath.” The 5 rushed out to the hatch that would lead up deck. The Nord cursed.

“It’s locked from the top. They must’ve thought they were going to beat the cursed thing! Argonian, you swim around to the top and unlock it from there.” The group looked over to Ashlan, who was removing his shirt. “Hey, Ashlan, you hearing us?” The High Elf inquired.

Ashlan stepped chest deep into the quickly rising water. “I’m so sorry, but I can’t be seen associating with criminals such as you. It would tarnish my valuable reputation.”
The others looked angrily upon him. “Is this some kind of joke?” The Wood Elf yelled. Ashlan didn’t reply, instead choosing simply to dive below the wreckage, dropping the keys halfway through the wreck. Ashlan surfaced on the outside of the wreckage, observing the scene of utter chaos. Using his tail to keep himself afloat, he placed a single claw into the air. After waiting a minute, he turned west and said, “Land is that way.” And with that, he started to backstroke in a western direction, choosing to ignore the angry cries of his former cellmates, the carcass of the dead dragon, and the bodies of the guards floating at various depths of the water, instead choosing to focus on a song he heard a bard singing at the harbor, humming the tune to himself as he swam. After all, he would need something to occupy himself for the next 16 hours of swimming ahead of him.

Chapter 1: A Diamond Opportunity

The trio of diamond dogs continued drudging along the shoreline. The short stout one that looked like a pit-bull spoke up. “Boss, how much longer do we have to going? It’s almost dark out, and we have got anything.”

The exceptionally large one, like a Saint Bernard, spoke out as well. “Yeah, we ain’t gotten nothing.”

The mid height one, like a beagle, hushed the two, “That’s exactly why we can’t go back yet. We haven’t got anything yet, and you know how the Alpha feels when we come back empty handed.” The others whimpered at the thought of incurring the Alpha’s wrath.

“Yeah, so we have to find something before we go back. The Saint Bernard one looked over to the beach and grinned.

“What are you smiling at you-?” The Beagle said before following his eyes and smiling as well. The pit-bull looked as well.

“Hey, that’s one of those Argonians isn’t it? Like, from the empire?” The trio waltz over to the unconscious Argonian.

“Gee, it sure is, ain’t? Way he’s dressed, I’d say he just escaped a slave ship. We should help him out. Let’s take him back to the den, and help him. Right?” The Saint Bernard went over to pick up the body, when suddenly its hand clamped on his ankle. Before the diamond dog could react, a burst of magic flew through the Argonians hand into the diamond dog.

“Hey, Skitz, what’d he do to you, you ok?” The large dog didn’t reply, but it did turn around to face its brothers.

“Skitz, What are you doing!” The pit-bull yelled, “Pick that guy up and-“The dog never got to finish his sentence, as he was crushed by the fists of the larger dog. The beagle whipped out a crossbow and had to empty 5 bolts into the friend-turned-beast before it finally lay still on the ground.

“What in the unholy name of Tartarus just happened?” The leader of the group felt a scaly hand on his shoulder, and quickly found himself unable to move. A voice from behind him spoke, “With my level of magic, controlling your friend was as simple as he was. Thanks for taking him out though. I was not looking forward to fighting him.” The beagle, unable to move his lips, simply shuddered at the voice. It continued.

“Not all Argonians that wash up on shore escaped from slave ships. Like me. I actually escaped from a criminal ship bound for Skyrim. I’m not a slave, but I might use that as a cover story here. Thanks for the idea. As I was saying, I’m not a slave. I’m actually a Master Assassin. So…” Ashlan looked around the area, and then continued. “This is Equestria, that new province, right? The Imperials don’t have a strong influence here yet, so I could lay undercover here for quite some time.”

Ashlan paused for a second, causing uncomfortable silence. “I though slavery was illegal here. I suppose a criminal like you should be punished, shouldn’t you?” Ashlan didn’t wait for a response, simply and unceremoniously strangling the diamond dog. After laying the body on the ground, he checked their pockets. Normally he didn’t pickpocket, but once his target was dead well…they weren’t going to need it, right? Not that he was a grave robber. Far from it. The dead deserved to rest in peace, and Ashlan detested necromancy. But his designated targets, and anybody who threatened him, were fair game.

After finding several diamonds and emeralds on them, Ashlan made haste to find the nearest path to the city. He found not too far from the shore, and along the way he found many reagents which would be great for his…trade. It was a skill that took a longtime to develop, but it was possible to be able to recognize the alchemical properties of different objects on observation, even if you have no previous experience with the reagent in question. It wasn’t simple to explain how it worked, but it takes a great skill in the alchemical arts to do. The best part is that some potions were worth much more than the base alchemical ingredients. It was a very profitable business, but Ashlan preferred his line of work much better. Granted, being an assassin meant you didn’t have a lot of friends, but half the fun of the job was keeping it a secret. Following the dirt path, Ashlan took in the scene around him as he walked. A field of various wildflowers which he was unfamiliar with grew to his left, and the vast ocean with its many riches at his fingertips. It was a breathtaking sight…Ashlan couldn’t wait to see what he could do with those flowers. But there were more pressing issues at hand, like finding a place to buy his tools of the trade.

He would need a Marksman’s tool, preferably a bow to a crossbow. Most people would prefer a crossbow because of its power and ease of aim, but they also had a limited useful range, and they took a lot longer to reload. Skill with a bow, on the other hand, would guarantee quality marksmanship at the same range as its mechanical counterparts, and at longer ranges for the more skilled. There was also the fact that most enchanted marksman ammo came in the form of an arrow, and, if the situation called for it, you couldn’t load multiple bolts into a crossbow. This was a skill Ashlan was proud of, because he could load three arrows into a bow and hit three individual targets from a fair distance away. Ashlan would also need a Short Sword, because not all of his targets would be able to be hit from a distance, and, worst case scenario, they got close and fought back. Ashlan preferred a short blade that was about ¾ the length of his arm. It was short enough to be carried stealthily, yet long enough to redirect the blows of larger swords. Finally, he would at least a Journeyman’s Mortar and Pestle and Calcinator, which would be rather expensive. Many people believed alchemy involved just potions to drink, but a skilled alchemist knows there are many other uses for their skill, such as fine and rough powders. Fine powders were easily hidden and rough powder easily disguisable as salt, sugar, or other condiments one might see at a table. A highly acidic potion practically eliminates the need for a lock pick, and potions with harmful effects could just as easily be thrown at foes. Not to mention potions with…unstable properties, which could be attached to the ends of arrows. Another benefit of using a bow. Potions that dry quickly can be used to copy keys and make molds. Luminous potions can be used to reveal fingerprints and other traces of evidence. There were also at least a dozen reagents that when combined have many leisurely purposes. Yes, there were many uses for alchemy people didn’t realize, and sometimes Ashlan pitied potion makers with limited imagination who called themselves alchemists. They had no idea how much fun they were missing.

Leaving his train of thoughts behind, Ashlan came upon a crossroads to the south and east. A sign indicated continuing south would lead to the city of Las Pegasus, while taking an eastern path would lead through many smaller towns and villages, eventually leading to the capital city of Canterlot. A worn wooden map board denoted a map of the entire province, and although it could easily be outdated, one thing would be the same: Las Pegasus would be a big city, and the Imperial Legion would likely have a more hefty presence there than in the small villages to the east. Combined with the fact that many merchants would be setting up shop in these villages for wandering adventurers, and the best choice was obviously to head east. Ashlan would have to make sure he had his tools before reaching Canterlot, that was all. Although there may be dangers of wild animals and highwaymen, he was skilled enough in magic and unarmed fighting to not have to worry about it too much. Eyes on the horizon, Ashlan turned and headed away from the beach.
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After walking for quite some time, Ashlan came upon a small town called South Hoovesville, causing prompt wonder where its Northern counterpart was located. Even a town as remote as this one had still felt some influence from the empire, as was noticed by a small family of Nords, a middle-aged Imperial Trader, and a young female Breton Alchemist. Ashlan decided to visit the Alchemist first, as he would probably get a higher price from the gems he had taken from the diamond dogs. The familiar ring of a shop bell greeted him as he entered the Potions Shop. The Breton turned to greet him.

“Well, you’re a new face around here. I won’t bother offering you anything, because you probably already know what you’re here for. Unless you ask of course.” The young woman had a bright personality, and obviously enjoyed her job.

“I’m actually here to sell some reagents.” Ashlan said, placing the gems down on the counter. The Breton’s face dropped. “Well, I hate to tell you this, but gems aren’t actually worth that much in this part of the empire. They’re actually quite common. In fact, I’ve heard some species here have actually evolved to eat precious gems. Isn’t that crazy?”

Ashlan’s face dropped as well. “Well, is there anything here that is worth a significant amount of money?” The woman thought for a moment, and then replied, “There’s actually a famine in the region right now. If you have any kind of grains on you, I could probably buy those for a decent price.”

Ashlan sighed. “That’s actually the only kind of reagent I didn’t bother to collect on the way here.” The woman thought for a moment, and then said, “Well, I’m sure you could find some way to earn the money. Like-“ she paused. “No, that’s way too dangerous, even if you did have some kind of weapon.”

“What?” Ashlan inquired. “Well, there’s a den of diamond dogs to the north that apparently have a huge stockpile of food with them. If you could clear them out and get the food back here, I’m sure you could make a fortune.”

Ashlan smiled. “Is that all?” The Breton was taken aback. “You don’t understand. Diamond Dogs are strong as a Nord, and-“

Ashlan shushed the woman with his finger. “I took down 3 on the way here without even breaking a sweat. An entire den is just the next step up on the ladder. They’re probably already looking for me. Trust me, I can handle this.”

Ashlan didn’t wait for a response, choosing to leave the shop and head for the north part of town. When he reached the north road, however, a small Equestrian child stopped him. All the rumors Ashlan had heard about the Equestrians were true. They had hooves in place of feet, and most of them were ridiculous bright colors, probably to blend in with the bright foliage around them. They came in 3 main variants, the ones who were incredibly strong, the ‘Earth Ponies’, the ones who were fast and agile, the ‘Pegasus’, and the ones who had a natural proficiency for magic, the ‘Unicorns’. The child approaching him appeared to be a Pegasus.

“Excuse me, but if you’re leaving town that way, be sure to watch out for diamond dogs. They took my brother when he was out looking for food last week. The den’s out that way, but no one knows where it is exactly.”

Ashlan looked back on the small child. Although compassion wasn’t exactly a trait of a good assassin, he wasn’t on the job right now.

“Listen,” he said, crouching to the small Pegasus, “I’m going to find these guys, free everyone, including your brother, and bring back all of the food they have. I promise.”

The young one’s face brightened at this news. “Really!” Ashlan nodded. The child then pulled something from his pocket. “Here. It’s a throwing knife. I enchanted it myself. It was supposed to do a fire attack, but when I use it, it doesn’t do anything.” Ashlan pocketed the knife. “Thanks. I’m sure I’ll find a use for it.” And with that, Ashlan started down the path leading toward freedom.

To the north of the town was an immense forest, filled with many different trees and bushes. The setting sun added to the majesty of the scene. Almost as soon as the town was out of sight, he was greeted by a Dark Elf.

“Greetings, traveler. Where are you off to this late in the day?” Ashlan knew this type. He was either a highwayman or a slaver. He’d had experience with both. He also knew how to properly respond.

“I’m off to find some diamond dogs.” The elf was intrigued, and started to follow.

“Why would you look for diamond dogs? I hear they’re very dangerous.”

Ashlan scoffed. “Well, I’m pretty dangerous myself. So if you’re going to lead me into a trap, I suggest you think twice.”

The elf scoffed as well. “Well that’s a racist comment. Greeted by a Dark Elf on the side of the road and assume he’s a slaver. I see how it is.”

Ashlan faked letting his guard down. “Sorry, guess I’m kind of paranoid, being argonian and all.” The dark elf laughed.

“It’s ok. I can understand your concern.” There was a four-way crossroad not too far in front of the two. Ashlan slowed his walk, eventually coming to a stop.

“So, um…”

“Amicus is my name.” the dark elf said. “Amicus, how many friends you got waiting for me here?” Amicus was taken aback.
“I told you, I’m not a slaver.”

Ashlan held up his hand, now glowing with magic. “I’d say it’s about four, no 3. One of them is a captive caught from earlier. Either way, I warned you about leading me into a trap, didn’t I?”

At that moment, 3 diamond dogs of a fairly large size stepped out of the bushes. “I’m not a slaver. That was the truth. But they do pay me quite nicely to lead others to them.” One of them pulled out an Iron War Hammer, while the other two pulled out wooden clubs. The one with the hammer lashed out at Ashlan with amazing speed.
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With two of the diamond dogs unconscious, and the third had run back to the den while he had the chance. Ashlan now had Amicus pinned down under the claws on his foot, with an amused look on his face.

“I warned you I was dangerous, didn’t I? So I’m going to make this as simple as possible: Tell me where the den is, and I make your death easy. Tell me where the den is and hand over all your valuables, and you can live. Refuse both, and it gets messy.” Amicus reached into his pocket and threw out a small bag of coins. “It’s in the forest! It’s hidden near the tree with scratch marks in it! When you find the tree, go right until you find a small hill, it’s in there! Please let me go!”

Ashlan sighed. Although the idea had come across him to kill him anyway, he always honored his promises. He removed his foot from the elf’s neck and turned to follow the trail of footprints the fleeing diamond dog had made. They led to the North-East part of the forest, and, true to Amicus’ word, turned right at the marked tree. By the time he reached the hill, it was well past dark, when he heard a rustle in the bushes behind him. When he turned to face the bush, he heard a small gasp of terror. An Equestrian girl popped out, not much younger than Ashlan. Her skin was pure white, and her hair was long and purple.

“I’m sorry for bothering dear, it’s just, well, the way you fought back there was quite-“ The girl took a deep breath. “I’m Rarity. I was trying to get inspiration for a new dress when I ended up getting a little lost. I ended up wandering much farther than I realized, when that elf greeted me. He seemed so nice I thought I could trust him when suddenly those diamond dogs popped out. I thought for sure I was going to end up in the mines again. I suppose I just wanted to thank you for saving me from those hideous beasts.”
Ashlan decided not to inquire about why she said ‘again’.

“Well, you’re welcome. But now might be a good time to stop following me, because I’m going straight into those mines now.”

Rarity’s face was confused as to why anyone would go into the mines, then said, “Well, actually, I was wondering that, well, when you’re done here, maybe you could accompany me back to Ponyville, assuming you know the way there, of course?”

If there was one thing Ashlan hated, it was escorts. The person usually had no idea how to defend themselves, and they ended up being more trouble than the petty reward they offered. Still, he could understand why she wanted his help.

“I’ll think about it while I’m down there. In the meantime, just stay at the town south of here. Tell then I sent you. You might get a discount at inn, assuming they’ve heard about what I’m doing.”

Rarity did a slight bow, then rushed to get back to the safe haven. Ashlan turned to face the wooden door that led below the hill. After checking for an ambush behind the door with magic, he proceeded into the mines.

The mines were much more organized than Ashlan had originally imagined. After taking down two diamond dogs guarding a small room, he found it housed the entire supply of food for the mine. The fact that the storage was so close to the entrance meant that this was a small mine, even though it was definitely the only one in the area. If this was a new mine, the diamond dog would’ve run to the old mine out of instinct. He would have to come back on the way up. After dispatching of two more patrols on the way down, he found the initial mining operation. It was a large cavern, constantly expanding in every direction by means of slave labor. Ashlan observed the scene for a minute. There were at least thirty of them, the Alpha supervising from a small platform overseeing the mine. Though some were working the slaves, most of them were gathered around a pile of barrels, refilling the lanterns that kept the mine lit. The lanterns were lit with oil, which gave Ashlan an idea. He pulled out the knife the small Pegasus had given him. The red glow in the soft light signified it was enchanted, as the child had said. After taking a deep breath and focusing his aim, Ashlan threw the knife in a spiraling fashion at the barrels.

He was not disappointed by the results. A large explosion echoed throughout the cavern, taking out the large majority of the diamond dogs. The alpha could be heard even from Ashlan’s covered position shouting expletives that would make even a Nord flinch, demanding to know why the explosion had happened for no apparent reason. With only a handful of diamond dogs still standing, the assassin made his strike. Leaping down into the scene of chaos, he easily took out half the slavers before they got their bearings on him. Putting his claws and alteration magic to good use, he turned each of his fingers into a miniature blade, easily finishing off the rest of the diamond dogs who were armed with only their fists. At that moment, the Alpha jumped down to confront Ashlan. He was easily half a foot taller than Ashlan, and he was much faster, stronger, and all-around more skilled in a one-on-one than the others he had seen. The look on his face was enough to let Ashlan know that this one was not in a good mood about having his entire pack taken out like it was nothing. Pulling out a large battle-ax that looked so heavy only he could possibly be able to use it, he spoke.

“So you are the one who caused this explosion. I heard about you from the one you let escape, which is a severe mistake on your part. I know perfectly well what you are capable of with your magic. Now we will fight to determine which of us the better combatant.”

The two started to circle each other in a classic brawl style, when the Alpha made the first move. He rushed forward to swing his ax in a one handed fashion, surprising Ashlan with his speed. Ashlan back flipped to avoid the horizontal slash, recovering just in time to side step a vertical chop. While the Alpha had his ax to the ground, Ashlan ran up the diamond dog and back flipped of off his face, being sure to slash his face with his foot claws. This sent the Alpha stumbling back, but he quickly recovered, blood dripping from his muzzle. He let out an angry roar of a bark, and rushed forward, this time with a diagonal slice. Ashlan ducked under the blow, then, using his magic to amplify his strength, delivered a devastating uppercut to the beast’s throat. The attack actually lifted the dog off the ground, and he fell backwards on the ground. Ashlan cautiously investigated the still body, and, as insurance, slashed open the Alpha’s throat. After rising from his defeated foe, he found the slaves of the mine staring at him in awe. Some had been scuffed from the explosion, but none of them were seriously injured. A tremendous cheering followed once the slaves realized their suffering was finally over.

“Alright,” Ashlan said, “There’s a huge supply of food up near the entrance, and we’re all going to bring it back to the town. I know not all of you are from Hoovesville, but it’s a good place as any to get back on your feet. Now come on!”

After the initial march back to the town, many of the villagers were ecstatic to see their loved ones that had been gone for so long. It brought a smile to Ashlan’s face. It was a tough decision, but he had decided not to charge the townsfolk for the food. After all, he would make more than enough money selling the armor the diamond dogs hadn’t thought to use in their fight. Not a good move on their part. Most of it was in great condition too. Probably because they could take down most opposition without it. Again, not a good move on their part. It was mostly iron and bronze, which would fetch a nice price. Then there was a cuirass made of some kind of light blue crystal. He didn’t know what it was made of, but some royalty trying to become a knight would pay a good price for it. And then there was the Wyvern Hide. Either they had been attacked by a swarm of the creatures and won or had looted a passing merchant, but there was a whole pile of the stuff, when just one piece sold for 100 drakes back in the empire. He wasn’t sure how much it was worth here, but it would definitely earn Ashlan a lot of money. Of course he would keep some of it to make into armor, but that which he sold would earn him enough alone to buy what he needed. With his load in a cart behind him, he made his way to the Imperial Trader he had seen earlier. Entering the shop, he was greeted warmly by the shopkeeper.

“Ah, Ashlan, I presume? I’ve heard nothing but good things about you! Anything you need, I’ll try to help you with if I can.”

Ashlan couldn’t help but smile again. Usually if people even vouched to talk to him, they only said things like, Help, he’s here! Oh gods, he’s here to kill me, which got old after a while. It was nice to be greeted with open arms for once and have to worry about being stabbed in the back.

“I came here to sell some things I found in the mine.”

“Of course!” the man greeted him, “It’s only natural to want to sell some things you find in your travels. Is that it outside?” Ashlan nodded. “Well, then, let’s have a look.” The merchant walked out with Ashlan to appraise the goods.

“Well, for this iron and copper armor, I can give you 40 gold a piece, which brings your total to 160.”

Ashlan blinked. “Forty a piece? Look, I know I just became a hero but….Isn’t that a bit much?” The shopkeeper laughed. “Well, you see, gems and jewels are plentiful here in Equestria, but materials like iron and steel are a bit harder to find. They’re as rare as dragons hide, which there is no shortage in the volcano range in the south east part of Equestria, but as hard to get as ever.”

Ashlan nodded. He’d have to remember this. “I also wanted to know about this.” He said, pulling out the crystal cuirass. The merchant’s eyes widened at the sight, which Ashlan assumed meant it was worth a lot. “I think I’ve heard of this piece before. If this is what I think it is… May I?” He asked.

“Sure.” Ashlan said, handing him the armor. The merchant held up the piece to the light, turning it one way, then the other. Ashlan noticed it turned a variety of colors while he was doing this. The merchant set it back down in the cart.

“I’m sorry Ashlan, but I can’t buy this.” “Why, is it illegal?” Ashlan asked, suddenly worried.

“No, because I wouldn’t be able to pay you enough for it. It’s a long story, but put simply, you’ll want to take this to the Canterlot Museum of Artifacts out east. You’ll definitely get the money for this up there. If I were you, I’d take the train there as soon as you can.”

Ok, it’s definitely some kind of artifact, Ashlan thought.

“And what about all of this?” Ashlan said, gesturing to the hides. “I want to keep some for armor but I thought I could get rid of the excess.” The merchant looked at the pile, and then said,

“I can only afford so much of it, but you can take the rest of it to the alchemist. I can give you 750 gold for half the pile, plus the armor.” Ashlan smiled for the third time that day.

“Alright, you’ve got yourself a deal.” After making the trade and bidding the merchant farewell, Ashlan made his way to the alchemist’s shop.

Ashlan was once more greeted by the slight ringing of a bell. The Breton alchemist greeted him even more warmly than before.

“I can’t believe you actually did it! The entire town is talking about you like you’re some kind of celebrity. So let me guess, you found some reagents in that mine other than the food, right?”

Ashlan presented the sack of Wyvern hide he brought in from outside. The alchemist whistled.

“Wyvern hides. Not as good as actual dragon hides, but still plenty of great alchemical uses. How much you want for it?”

“Actually,” Ashlan said, “I was hoping to trade them in for a Journeyman’s Calcinator.”

The Breton laughed. “With all of this? You could get the whole set! Why just the Calcinator?”

“Ashlan laughed. “Fine then, throw in a Mortar and Pestle while you’re at it. I might need something in a hurry.”

“Sure thing, hero.” She said, pulling out the alchemical tools Ashlan had requested. With a sarcastically humble gentlemen’s bow, Ashlan backed out of the shop. After another brief rendezvous with the trader for a Bonemold Longbow, a short blade that the trader called a ‘Wakizashi’ that was exactly the length Ashlan needed, and a quiver bristling with arrows, Ashlan prepared to set out to continue on his way when a voice called out to him. Oh, right, Ashlan thought, remembering the promise he had made to the Equestrian girl. Rarity rushed up to his side, holding out a map for him to read.

“There’s a quaint village just south of here with a train station, we should be able to get there by noon, darling.”
Ashlan studied the map, and said, “First off, don’t call me darling. It makes us look like we know each other. Secondly, if we leave now, we can reach Ponyville by nightfall.”
Rarity looked over to the map. “But the path goes around the Everfree forest; it will take us at least two days to reach it. My friends are probably worried sick about me; we must get back to them as soon as possible.”

Ashlan sighed. “But this path,” he said, pointing to the map, “Is a straight shot to Ponyville from here, and it will only take us till sunset at worst.”

Rarity grimaced, “But-but that path goes straight through the Everfree forest! There are many dangerous creatures there and it is simply too risky for us-“Ashlan shushed Rarity with his finger,

“I just took out an entire den of slavers with my bare hands. I have weapons now. Nothing in that forest stands a chance against me. If you want to wait for a train, be my guest. As for me, if you really want to get home so fast, I suggest you follow.”

Ashlan didn’t wait for a response simply choosing to follow the path to the Everfree forest. After a few seconds of silent debate, Rarity followed.

End of Chapter One

Author's Note

Well, there's chapter one for you. if you don't like it, don't send me hate, just stop reading. if you do, good. keep reading. Note: When I started writing this fanfiction, the latest Elder Scrolls game I had played was Morrowind: Game of the Year Edition for the Xbox. Yeah, the original Xbox. I started playing Skyrim around halfway through chapter 4.

Exploring New Territory

Chapter Two: Exploring New Territory

Rarity closely followed Ashlan as the Everfree forest loomed ever closer. As the forest grew closer, the grass turned from a bright green to a more faded and dark green. The trees along the road thinned out and became more and more menacing. Finally, the duo reached the tree line. The trees color was a dark grey, forewarning of the potential death of those who dare venture inside.

“Looks like a great place to find reagents.” Ashlan said, starting to walk ahead.

“Um, Ashlan, is it? Perhaps we should go the other way, just to be safe?” Rarity suggested. Ashlan’s pace didn’t falter. Rarity sighed, took a deep breath to muster her courage, and followed Ashlan into the famed woods.

The path was barely visible due to the various grasses that grew, but the argonian seemed to follow it with no trouble. Rarity followed close behind, constantly looking around to check for something that might pop out at her. Looking at Ashlan, she noticed he didn’t seem nervous at all. Then again, he was the one wearing a tacky suit of Wyvern hide armor. Still, he made the armor look decent. A nearby brush suddenly rustled, causing a loud yelp from Rarity.

“Hey, Rarity, if you’re going to jump at every little thing in this ‘terrifying’ forest, you can just turn around and take the train. Why did you follow me anyway, if this place is so dangerous?”

Rarity took a few seconds to calm her nerves then said, “Well, you were strong enough to defeat an entire pack of diamond dogs and-“

“Rarity,” Ashlan interrupted, “First: Strength had nothing to do with it. I was simply smart enough to take advantage of my environment, quick enough to take out the underdogs in the resulting confusion, and agile enough to dodge the alpha’s attacks while attacking at the same time. Second: If you really think I’m so strong, stop acting like I’m not going to be able to protect you.”

Rarity remained quiet for a while after that. As the two marched through the gloomy wood, Ashlan suddenly stopped.

Rarity started to panic. “What is it? Are we in danger? Are we about to be attacked?” Ashlan knelt over by a bush with particular berries growing on it.

“Let’s see: Used incorrectly, these berries could be highly fatal if consumed, but if combined with corkbulb root could cure paralysis, and with other berries of similar origin could produce a high quality potion of fire resistance. They could also be used to create effective Napalm. Interesting.”

Ashlan said, pocketing a handful of them. Rarity sighed a breath of relief. “I told you when I came in here I was looking for reagents for alchemy, didn’t I?” Ashlan said, standing up.

It was almost three in the afternoon, and the two were deep in the forest. Suddenly a loud rustle was heard from the bushes. Rarity stopped.

“Um, Ashlan, should I be worried?”

“It’s probably just a rabbit.” Ashlan said. A loud hissing came from the bushes, directed at Ashlan.

“Or a copperhead.” Ashlan commented. A large reptilian figure loomed over Ashlan. It had large fangs, literally dripping with poison. It was significantly taller than both of them, and its eyes were a deep yellow with a narrow slit for a pupil, not too different from Ashlan’s eyes.

“Or it’s a…um… I’m actually not too familiar with this province; do you know what it is?”

“Basilisk.” Was the only word Rarity was able to mutter.

“Oh, well then it’s a Basilisk. Looks like some kind of snake, so it’s probably nothing to worry about. Could actually prove more useful alive than dead. What do you think?” Ashlan asked.

Rarity didn’t respond, choosing instead to simply tremble at the spot.

“Rarity, I know it’s a bit intimidating, but it’s nothing worth worrying about.” Ashlan said reassuringly. At that moment, the basilisk sprung towards Ashlan.
Rarity screamed out of terror for her friend, and out of knowing she was next. She cowered at the ground, waiting for her fate.

“Aw, you’re not such a bad little guy.” Rarity looked over and saw that Ashlan was scratching the towering creature under the chin, its tail thumping against the ground like a pleased dog. After realizing that the creature wasn’t going to eat her, she stood up, amazed at Ashlan’s feat.

“He says he respects that I stood my ground, and he’ll help us through the rest of the forest. Isn’t that nice of him?” Ashlan turned to continue walking, and, surprisingly, the basilisk followed without hesitation.

“You coming?” Ashlan asked, seeing that Rarity was still standing in the same spot. After shaking off her disbelief, she caught up to him.

“However did you manage that incredible feat?” Rarity asked.

“I’ll tell you when we’re out of the forest.” Ashlan whispered back.

With the basilisk, which Ashlan opted to name ‘Bassy’, as their bodyguard, the rest of the journey through the Everfree was uninhibited by monsters. Ashlan occasionally stopped to list off the properties of some plant or berry and add it to his growing collection of reagents, but other than that the journey went by fairly quickly. The two arrived at the forest’s edge about an hour before sundown. After bidding farewell to Bassy, the two continued down the path that led to Ponyville.

“Ashlan, you never did explain how you were able to tame that vicious beast, let alone understand what it was saying.”

Ashlan turned to face Rarity. “Well, a while ago I met a Wood Elf named Gracia during my line of work. We had a short talk, and found out we had a common goal that night. After working together a few more times after that, she offered to teach me how Wood Elves control animals. I swore to keep it a promise, so don’t get your hopes up. I found I wasn’t very good at it, except on scaly things.”

“Scaly things?” Rarity inquired.

“Like Wyverns, Drakes, that Basilisk. I even tried it on a small dragon once. I also found that when I keep an open mind, I can get the general idea of what they’re saying. I also found the influencing skill good for other things too, like persuading people. That’s pretty much how I developed an interest in the magical arts of illusion.”

“Oh,” Rarity said , “That must be a useful skill to have. Also, I’ve been meaning to ask you about this, and, please don’t take offense but: Do argonians usually have hair like yours?”

“Actually, I’m part Dark Elf, which is why I have hair in the first place. If we could leave it at that, I’d appreciate it.”

“Oh, well of course, if you don’t feel comfortable talking about it. I’m sure the rest of my friends would simply love to meet you, if you have the time. Twilight would love to know about your skills in alchemy, and Rainbow Dash would love to spar with you, I’m sure.” Rarity’s offer seemed kind enough to Ashlan.
“Sorry, I don’t have anywhere to spend the night.”

“Don’t worry Ashlan, I’m sure one of my friends would love to have you over.”

Ashlan sighed. “Fine, lead the way. You know this place better than I do.”

Ponyville turned to be a lot bigger than the other villages Ashlan had seen, which made him feel a little anxious. After glancing at the wanted posters and seeing his face wasn’t up there, he determined the Imperials thought he drowned in the wreck, so he was able to loosen up just a little bit. After Rarity had shown him around a little bit, she came to a large tree with a sign in front that read ‘Golden Oaks Library’. Rarity motioned for him to follow her inside. The library was much bigger on the inside than Ashlan had anticipated, but it seemed cozy enough. The shelves were lined with books of all different colors, sizes, ages, and authors, and behind the counter was a pile of books that hadn’t been shelved.

“Hold on just a second! Spike, just get in the tub- No, not down there!”

A small purple dragon with a green frill, which was about the size of Ashlan’s chest, soared down the stairs on small wings, and plowed straight into Ashlan and knocked him over. It proceeded to run off into the kitchen, where several pots and pans could be heard crashing over.

A lavender Equestrian with purple hair and a pink highlight came barreling down the stairs.

“Spike, why do you do this every month?” Twilight looked over to her new guests.

“Rarity, you’re ok!” The two friends embraced each other in a tight hug.

“When you didn’t come back we all were worried sick about you! Where have you been?” Rarity released herself from Twilight’s grip.

“Well, you know I went out to get inspiration for a new dress, when a man lured me into a trap set by Diamond Dogs.” Twilight gasped.

“Are you ok? How did you escape? Did they hurt you? Where are they?” Twilight asked at a million questions per minute.
“Well, Twilight, they were going to wait to see if anyone else came by that day, which ended up to be a severe mistake on their part. The same man tried to lure Ashlan into a trap, but-“

“Rarity, who is Ashlan?” Twilight asked.

“Oh, this is Ashlan. He’s an alchemist.” Rarity stepped aside to let Twilight view Ashlan, who simply waved. Rarity continued.

“He defeated all of the diamond dogs with his bare hands and-“

”Wait-“Twilight interrupted, “Argonians have bear hands? I thought they were like lizards.”

Ashlan spoke out. “First off, I am going to pretend I did not hear what I clearly just heard. Second, she said
hands. B-A-R-E. Third, where did you get I was an alchemist?”

Rarity blushed. “Well, the whole way here you kept rambling off the different ways of using those plants, so I simply thought-“

Ashlan sighed. “Alchemy is a vital part of my job, which I am very good at. You were talking about the diamond dogs?”

Rarity thought for a moment, then continued. “Oh, yes, well, after defeating the dogs he proceeded to defeat the entire den
the alpha, free all the slaves, and get the town the food they so desperately needed.”

She then looked over to Ashlan. “Oh, and he also made that horribly tacky outfit. He also made sure I came back to Ponyville safely, which I am extremely grateful for.”

Twilight seemed impressed. “Seems like you two had quite an adventure. Well, you should let everyone know you’re safe. In the meantime, I’ll be trying to get Spike in the bath.”

Ashlan did a slight laugh. “You named your baby dragon Spike?”

Twilight frowned. “What’s wrong with Spike?”

“Nothing, it just seems a bit cliché to me.” Ashlan said.

Twilight didn’t respond for a second, then suddenly said, “Oh, you should probably let Sweetie Belle know you’re safe first. She’s been worried sick about you.”
Rarity gasped. “Oh my goodness, I’d almost forgotten about Sweetie Belle! Thank you Twilight; I don’t know what I’d do without you!” And with that Rarity rushed off to her home, leaving Twilight and Ashlan to themselves.
The two just stood there awkwardly for a little while. Twilight was the first to break the silence.

“So, Ashlan, where do you plan on staying for the night? You can’t stay here obviously; I have way too much going on without having to worry about houseguests.”

Ashlan responded honestly. “I wasn’t planning on staying in Ponyville too long, but it seems like a nice enough place. Honestly though, my line of work usually means I move around a lot.” What exactly is your line of work, Ashlan?”

“Well, it’s kind of a pointless job in Equestria, but, you could say I’m a mercenary for hire.”

Twilight seemed interested now. “Well, that does seem like an interesting job, but you’re right: it is kind of pointless in Equestria at the moment. But that doesn’t answer my question: Where do you plan on staying tonight?”

Ashlan thought for a moment. “I’ll probably do what I usually do and spend the night under the stars in the countryside.”

“Well, here’s a thought, but: maybe you could stay at the inn like a normal traveler?” Twilight suggested.

“Maybe.” Ashlan thought, “Maybe not. It depends how I feel.”

Twilight suddenly stopped talking and looked at Ashlan for a moment. “What?” “Well, I just noticed your clothes, um….are you an escaped slave or something?”
“Do you approve of slavery?” Ashlan asked.

“Of course not, besides, it’s illegal in Equestria.”

“Well, I don’t like to talk about my past, but-“

Twilight shushed him. “It’s ok. I understand if you don’t want to talk about it. I can see why that would be sensitive for you. You know, you could use Equestria as your chance to start over, get a fresh start. Like…”

Twilight thought for a moment. “Do you have any skills?”

“I’m good with Alchemy, I’m a great marksman, and I know my way around a few different swords and shields.”

“Well, the town does need an alchemist, and Fluttershy can’t heal every traveler that comes through injured…”

“I’ll think about it.” Ashlan said, walking out of the library.

Ashlan walked through the streets, pondering this new development. He sat down on the stairs of the town hall for a minute as it started to rain softly. Unable to sit still for long, he got up and started walking around under the shelter of the patio roof, when he remembered something from earlier. He walked over to the wanted board, and saw exactly what he had hoped for: a large amount of criminals had also seen Equestria as the chance for a fresh start, not to mention the criminals that resided in Equestria before the Imperial takeover. Ashlan took a mental note of each of the bounties. He would have to come back with some paper tomorrow, but a large amount of them were wanted Dead or Alive. He noticed once more that his face wasn’t on the board. Ashlan stood there for a moment to take in his surroundings. The gentle patter of rain on the ground, the subtle smell of the bushes, the sound of water draining from the gutters: It was all very surreal. At that moment, Ashlan decided what he was going to do. Yes, he would become the town alchemist, as Twilight had suggested. But by night, he would put his other skills to use as a bounty hunter, and he would leave his dark past behind for a new day, a new chance for a better tomorrow. And although there was no guarantee he wouldn’t slip into his old ways, he would do his best to make sure he stayed within the limits of the law. If Equestria was going to be his new home, he would need a place to stay. But that could wait until tomorrow. For now, he needed to sleep. With that thought in mind, he headed out for the countryside to find a nice tree to sleep under. The rain always helped him sleep anyway.

Ashlan woke up the next morning feeling quite refreshed. The scene of the fields of grass around him covered in the morning dew added to the tranquility of the scene. The tree rested on a hilltop that oversaw the surrounding land, and in the distance one could see an apple farm. The road into Ponyville winded around the east side of the hill, leading past the apple farm and eventually into the Everfree Forest. Approaching the hill was an orange Equestrian girl with two blonde ponytails, and she was pulling a cart full of apples, presumably to Ponyville. Ashlan assumed this was Rarity’s friend Applejack she had talked about while in the woods. Something compelled him to join her on her walk. He had to go back to Ponyville soon anyway. Ashlan got up and stretched. Sleeping out in the country was much cheaper, but it wasn’t as comfortable as sleeping in a nice, warm, bed. As he started his way down the hill, he noticed that Applejack slightly sped up her pace. Ashlan reached the base of the hill just as Applejack was passing by.

“Hey, what’s the rush?” Ashlan said, walking alongside the cart. Applejack didn’t respond.

“Excuse me, it’s considered rude to ignore people.” Ashlan said. Applejack turned to face him.

“Look, I know exactly what you want.”

“A pleasant conversation?” Ashlan asked.

“No, you’re gonna try and steal some of my Apples as soon as I turn my back!” Applejack replied angrily. Ashlan was a little offended. He made it a priority not to steal from anyone, especially friends.

“Why would I do that?” Applejack started to ignore him again. Ashlan tried to come with an idea to help the two start a conversation. If he was going to live in Ponyville, he wanted as many friends as possible.

“Well, what if I walk in front of you? Would you trust me then?”

“Fine. But stay next to me.” Applejack agreed grudgingly.

“Great.” Ashlan rushed to catch up with the farmer. “I’m Ashlan. Are you Applejack?”

Applejack looked warily at him. “How do you know mah’ name?”

“Oh, Rarity told me about you. I helped her get back to Ponyville last night.” Applejack gave him a look of doubt.

“Really? Ah’ suppose you helped Twilight give Spike a bath too, huh?” Ashlan was starting to get a feeling he did not like this country girl.

“Wait, is this because I’m an argonian?” Applejack started ignoring him again.

“That’s it isn’t it? What do you have against argonians?” Applejack stopped the cart.

“Look, ah’ just don’t trust anyone who just ain’t from Equestria, ok? Now stop harrassin’ me before I call those guards you have set up all over Equestria!”

Ashlan didn’t get angry easily, but this girl was really pushing his buttons.

“Fine, whatever. Just thought I’d try and make some friends because I’m moving into Ponyville. Guess that’s not happening.” The two arrived to Ponyville and immediately parted ways.

Just after that, Ashlan bumped into a girl with cyan skin and rainbow colored hair. After the initial encounter, the girl whipped around and started yelling at him.

“Hey!”

Ashlan turned around. If this girl was as bad as Applejack, this was not going to be pleasant.

“May I help you?” Ashlan inquired.

“Give it back!” the girl yelled.

Ashlan thought, Oh she thinks I stole her wallet or something.

“Look, before you start accusing me of things, shouldn’t you double check your accusations?”

The girl turned around to check her pockets, and then looked embarrassed.

“Oh, I have…everything…on…me.” The girl looked embarrassed.

“I’m sorry, I just, and well…I haven’t heard nice things about outsiders. I’m Rainbow Dash.”

The girl extended her hand, which Ashlan warmly returned.

“I’m Ashlan.” Rainbow Dash looked a little surprised.

“You’re Ashlan? I heard you rescued Rarity. You seem nice enough. Twilight said you were gonna be the new town alchemist. That true?”

Rainbow seemed actually a little excited to meet him. It was a nice change of pace.

“Yeah, but I need to find a place to set up shop first. Are there any places available?”

Rainbow Dash thought for a moment.

“Well, if there was, you would have to talk with Mayor Mare. She’s in charge of setting up all the new shops the Empire’s bringing in. You can find her at town hall.”

“Thanks, I’ll be sure to do that later.” Ashlan said.

Rainbow smiled, “Well, I’ve got to go help out Fluttershy with moving her furniture around. You want to come? You can meet Applejack while you’re there.”

Ashlan frowned. “Trust me, I’ve met Applejack.” “Huh,” Rainbow Dash said, “Well, see you around I guess.” With that, Rainbowdash sped off to Fluttershy’s cottage.

Ashlan decided his next stop would be to visit the Golden Oaks Library again to try and get to know Twilight a little better. If he did become the town alchemist, he would need some books on the subject in case others wanted to try it themselves. When Ashlan entered the library, he was greeted by a scene similar to the night before.

“Hold on just a second! Spike, just let me clip your claws- No, don’t go down there!”
Ashlan was ready this time. When Spike barreled down the stairs, he caught the baby dragon in his arms. It tried to escape, but the argonian was stronger. Twilight came rushing down the stairs.

“Oh, Ashlan, I’m so sorry, I was trying to clip Spike’s claws and-“

“I can’t hold him down forever, so if you could hurry this along?”

“Oh, right!” Twilight said, suddenly remembering the task at hand. In a short amount of time, each of Spike’s claws was an acceptable length. When Ashlan released, Spike looked back and released an angry puff of smoke from his muzzle and flew upstairs.

“You know, I don’t think your dragon likes me.” Ashlan said, getting back on his feet.

“Yeah, no kidding. He loves Rarity, though. Probably because she always feeds him jewels when she comes over.” Twilight said.

“So it’s true some creatures here eat gems?” Ashlan asked. Ever since the alchemist at Hoovesdale had brought it up, the question had been nagging at Ashlan’s mind.

“Yeah, and Spike loves Rubies. Sometimes I make him a jewel cake if he’s been really good.” Twilight replied.

“That’s insane.” Ashlan said.

“It’s really not that hard to make, if you have the right recipe.” Twilight declared, proud of her apparent baking skills.

“No, the fact that jewels are so plentiful here you can afford to make a cake out of them. That’s insane. Back in the empire, you’re lucky if you can afford a sapphire ring, let alone make an entire cake.”

Twilight smiled. “Well, here in Equestria, you’re lucky if you can afford to make a dagger out of iron, let alone make an entire suit of armor with it.”

Ashlan laughed. “That’s actually a great comeback. So, is there actually a city dedicated to gems up north?”

Twilight seemed a bit confused. “They called it the Crystal Empire.”

“Oh, no.” Twilight responded, “The entire city is actually made of gems. My aunt is actually the princess of the Crystal Empire. She’s married to my brother, Shining Armor.”

“Wow,” Ashlan said, “Your brother must have a pretty important job to be marrying a princess.”

“Who, Shining Armor? He’s the Captain of the Equestrian guard. I was surprised. He took the Imperial takeover pretty well. He said the agreement Celestia and the Emperor worked out spared a lot of lives, on both sides.” Twilight said, proud to have relatives in such high places.

“Oh.” Ashlan said, terrified one of his friends had relatives in such high places.

“Yeah, he’s supposed to be meeting with a representative from the Empire. I can’t remember the details, but he was supposed to help the transition from Equestria to an Imperial Province. His name was Captain Obsidian- No, maybe it was Onside-no, um, it was-“

“Captain Odician?” Ashlan suggested, secretly hoping the answer was no.

“Yes, that was it!” Twilight declared, glad that her memory recognized the name, “Why, are you two friends?”

”We’ve met a couple of times.” Ashlan said nervously.

“All good things, I assume?” Twilight said happily.

“Yeah, you assume that” Ashlan whispered to himself.

In reality, Captain Odician was the guard who was originally placed in charge of capturing Ashlan in the first place. He was a vigilant man, an Imperial with 4 years of service under his belt. Contrary to most Imperials, he didn’t look down on the other species of the empire. He treated everyone like he would want them to treat him, a prime example of the golden rule. Of course, if you had committed a crime, it was a completely different story. He was like a Nyx-Hound, relentless in hunting down the unlucky criminal assigned to him. Before coming to Equestria that unlucky criminal had been Ashlan. He had given the guard a decent amount of trouble, eluding his grasp for almost a year, longer than any other criminal in the warrior’s sights. When he had finally cornered Ashlan, he didn’t make a scene like most other criminals would trying to fight back. Ashlan knew his limits, and the Captain had outclassed him in every way. He had personally escorted on the prison ship to Skyrim, and the rest was history. If Captain Odician really was in Equestria, Ashlan would have to make sure to stay out of the spotlight. As long as he did that, he should be fine. After all, he had no reason to assume Ashlan was still alive after the boat crash, right?

Ashlan came back from his train of thought. “So, Twilight, I have a quick question: Do Equestrians really get those, um…”

“Ponypox?”

“No, it was something else…”

“Jewel Cakes?”

“No, Twilight, it has to do with-“

“The uncontrollable urge to bust out in song?”

“What? No, it was-Cutie Marks! That was it!” Ashlan said, “Do you guys get cutie marks when you discover your special talents?”

“Oh, that. Of course!” Twilight stated, as if it was a fact that everybody should naturally know.

“Huh. I wish it was that easy for others to know when you’ve found your special talent. Do you have one?” Ashlan asked.

Twilight beamed a proud smile. “Naturally. I got mine for being talented in magic.”

“Cool. Can I see it?” Ashlan asked. For some reason Twilight unexpectedly went to slap Ashlan, then stopped just short of his face.

“Oh, that’s right, you don’t know.” Twilight said, pulling her hand back to her side. Ashlan blinked.

“What? Is a cutie mark some kind of curse or something?”

“No,” Twilight said, becoming a little reluctant to talk, “It’s just where the cutie mark is. I was going to slap you, but then I remembered you didn’t know anything about them.”

Ashlan was really confused now. “Why? Where do Equestrians have their cutie marks?”

“Well,” Twilight said sheepishly, “It’s just below the back of the right hip, which pretty much makes it on your…”

“Ok, stop talking, I get the picture.” Ashlan said, suddenly sorry he had ever brought up the subject,

“Well, on that note, I’ve got to go officially apply to become the town alchemist.” And with that, Ashlan rushed out of the library, remembering that next time he talked with Twilight to pick a subject he knew a little more about.
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Twilight looked out the window at the awkwardly escaping Ashlan. Although she hadn’t expected the question, it had been funny to see his reaction to the answer, after she got over the initial shock of course. She knew Ashlan’s type well enough, and he wasn’t one of those Nordic perverts who were always trying to put the move on girls half their age.
He was the type who was doing his best to compensate for some past mistake, and Twilight wanted to know what it was. She always loved a good mystery novel. At that moment, Spike flew up on the windowsill next to Twilight.

“Oh, sorry Spike, I almost forgot about your-“

She looked down to see Spike was doing his I know something smile. Twilight didn’t care what others thought; dragons were fully sentient creatures that were also little devils sometimes.

“What? Spike, what did you do?”

Spike continued smiling and looked out the window at Ashlan.

“Who, Ashlan? Spike what did you do to-“

It suddenly hit Twilight what the little dragon was getting at.

“No Spike, I don’t have a crush on Ashlan!”

She shooed him away from the window. Spike flew upstairs, doing his little dragon laugh he did when he knew he was right. She sat down on the windowsill bench, looking down at her feet, which were in all actuality lavender hooves. After making sure no one was watching, Twilight blushed.

“Even if he is a little cute…”
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Ashlan walked up to the front door of the town hall. It looked like it had been fixed up recently, and whoever did it had done a very good job. It was painted bright pink and bright blue, and actually matched the rest of the town very well. Ashlan hadn’t bought a fancy set of clothes, mostly because he didn’t want to give any false impressions. If he was going to get a job, he was going to be himself. He was still going to be courteous, and he had washed and repaired his Wyvern Hide armor. Putting some pride into his step, Ashlan walked into the Town hall. He was greeted by a light brown Equestrian woman with long dark brown hair.

“Hello! I’m High Charity, but all my friends just call me Charity. Can I help you with anything?”

Ashlan was glad Equestria was so much friendlier to outsiders than other provinces like Morrowind & Skyrim.

“Yes, I was hoping to apply to become the town alchemist.”

Charity let out a small cheer and clapped. “Yay! Go see Mrs. Mare in her office; it’s in the hall, first door on the left!”

Ashlan waved to the cheerful woman, and then followed her directions into the Mayor’s office. When he got to her office, there was already an Equestrian man there conversing with Mrs. Mare.

“I’m sorry; I hope I’m not interrupting anything.” Ashlan said.

“Oh, don’t mind us.” The Mayor replied, “We were just discussing Crossfire’s application for the town’s alchemist.”

“Actually, I was hoping to discuss just that. I wanted to become the town alchemist as well.”

Crossfire silently scowled at Ashlan. Mrs. Mare looked between the two alchemists.

“Well then, it looks like we have ourselves a bit of a problem then, don’t we? I think I’ll have to come up with a contest to see who the better alchemist is.”
Just then, there was a knocking on the office door.

“Come in.”

Mayor Mare said. It was Charity.

“Um, Mrs. Mare? I just got a call from the school. Your daughter is sick. None of the other kids have caught it, but, they say it’s not looking good. They sent her home; they suggest you check on her A.s.a.p.” Mrs. Mare stood up.

“Excuse me boys, I need to take care of this.”

Ashlan turned to face the leaving Mayor. “Well, maybe we can help. We are alchemists, after all.” The mayor thought for a minute.

“Alright, I guess you can come.” The three of them headed out of the office to the mayor’s home.

After a short walk across town, the mayor and two alchemists arrived at the home. Walking inside, the sick child was nowhere in sight. “She’s probably in her room.” The mayor assured Ashlan and Crossfire. The three went upstairs to the mayor’s daughter’s room.

“So what’s her name?” Ashlan asked.

“Rosie.” The mayor replied.

The trio entered Rosie’s room. The child was a sickly version of her presumably usual red, with strange spots all over her body. When she opened her mouth she let out a sad groan. Ashlan noticed her tongue had dark spots, and it seemed a bit dry. Crossfire kneeled down, but didn’t get too close.
Ashlan thought he had seen something like this before, but he couldn't place a finger on it. Crossfire stood up.

“I can have a potion for this ready in half an hour.”

“Oh, good!” The mayor said. Crossfire left to prepare his alchemical equipment, but Ashlan stayed behind. He set his hand on Rosie’s forehead. The mayor gasped.

“Aren’t you afraid of catching it?”

Ashlan stood up. “Not really. Argonians are resistant to a lot of diseases. I’ve only gotten sick once before. I can also guarantee that Crossfire’s potion isn’t going to work. Tell me, did you have anything imported recently? From one of the other provinces maybe?”

The mayor stood silent in thought for a moment. “We had a Scathecraw plant from Morrowind, we got it as a decorative, but that’s at the office-“

“And has Rosie been at the office since the plant arrived?”

The mayor looked ashamed of herself.

“It’s not your fault.” Ashlan told her reassuringly, “Maybe it was something else, but for now, that’s our prime suspect.”

Crossfire returned with a potion in hand. “Alright, this should do the trick. Just have her drink some of this, and she’ll be good as new.”

The mayor took the potion and knelt down beside her daughter and leaned her head up.

“Here, Rosie, drink some of this.” The small girl drank some of the potion, but nothing happened.

“Just give it a few minutes.” After a few minutes, still nothing had happened.

“Crossfire, what was that potion?” the mayor said. She was starting to get angry with him, which was understandable.

“Yeah, that didn’t really do anything.” Ashlan added.

“I don’t understand, it was a Standard Potion of Cure Common Disease, it should’ve worked!”

The mayor was visibly upset at this point.

“Please, Mrs. Mare, let me save you the trouble.” Ashlan said, approaching Crossfire.

“What are you doing?” Crossfire said, “It’s not my fault the potion didn’t-“

Ashlan delivered a ferocious punch to the left side of Crossfire’s face. “ARE YOU KIDDING ME? DOES THIS LOOK LIKE A COMMON DISEASE TO YOU?” Ashlan yelled. Apparently he was just as upset as the Mayor.

“Come on, Mrs. Mare,” Ashlan said, leaving behind Crossfire, “I need to go see this plant.”

“Hm, this plant isn’t diseased.” Ashlan said, getting up after observing it for a few minutes. Crossfire scoffed.

“I thought you were an alchemist, not a biologist.”

Ashlan stood up and looked him in the eyes, a difficult feat considering Ashlan was almost 6 inches taller than him.

“I know enough to recognize when something has a disease, something you obviously can’t.”

Crossfire gave him a glare. “Ok, then genius, where’d the disease come from?”

Ashlan went down to the hallway where the mayor’s office was.

“What’s that room down there?” The mayor looked down the hall and followed Ashlan’s line of view.

“Oh, that? That’s the storage room. We keep Hearth’s Warming Eve’s decoration and the works in there. Why?”

Ashlan grabbed the door to the storage. “And you said the plant came from Morrowind, right?”

“Yes?” The mayor said. Ashland opened the door to the storage.

“I’m going to ask you three to stay out here. I think I know what happened, so I need you to stay out in case I’m right.”

Ashlan pulled out the wakizashi he had bought from the trader in Hoovesdale. With it, he started knocking on the different boxes around the room as the three outside looked at him in confusion.

“Hey, Ashy, whatcha doing?” Charity asked.

Ashlan continued knocking on the boxes. “First off, don’t call me Ashy. My name is Ashland. Second…” Knocking on a box labeled ‘Nightmare Night Decorations’, a loud noise could be heard from behind the box.

“Second…is this thing.”

With that, Ashlan thumped exceptionally hard on the box. A large rat popped out from the box. It was a sickly brown, and had spots on it similar to Rosie’s. It let out a large hiss, which showed the dark spots on its dry tongue. Ashlan immediately stabbed it through the head, ending its suffering from the disease. Ashlan stood up to face the others, who looked at him in shock. Ashlan realized it was probably all three of them’s first time seeing something die.

“I know what’s wrong with Rosie. And I know how to fix it. Come on.”
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Charity, Crossfire, and Mrs. Mare all stood behind Ashlan as he went to give the potion to Rosie.

“Alright Rosie, you’re going to be fine.” Ashlan said as he had the mayor’s daughter drink the potion.

The effects were almost immediate. Rosie’s skin returned to its usual bright red, and the spots disappeared completely.

“Rosie!” Mrs. Mare ran over to her daughter and gave her a warm hug.

“She’s going to be tired for a little while; don’t worry, it’s a harmless side effect of the potion, and it’ll wear off. Besides, the rest will be good for her.” The mayor stood up to let Rosie sleep, and turned to Ashlan.

“How did you know what to do?” Ashlan walked over to the window.

“I knew I’d seen the dark spots on her tongue before. I didn’t remember where until you said the plant came from Morrowind. When you brought your daughter to the office she caught the Blight from that rat.” The three others gave Ashlan a confused look.

“The Blight is a disease that comes from the Red Mountain in Morrowind. The rat must’ve jumped the ship and come here. The disease isn’t highly contagious, but I’d still get rid of these blankets and sheets, just to be safe.”

The Mayor seemed relieved that her daughter was going to be ok. Ashlan continued.

“I didn’t know if I’d be able to find reagents to cure it, but I was able to find what I needed in the Everfree forest. I know most people are afraid of what’s in there, but it doesn’t really bother me.”

The mayor stepped back to face Crossfire and Ashlan at the same time. Charity bounced over to her side Pinkie-Pie style.

“I think it’s a fairly obvious choice who the ideal candidate for Ponyville’s new alchemist is. Congratulations, Ashlan. Come by my office later to pick up the deed and make it official. In the meantime-“ Mrs. Mare handed him a set of keys, “-go get used to the place. Charity, show him there. Crossfire, get out of my house.”

Ashlan and Charity stepped out of Mrs. Mare’s house. They were followed by a very frustrated Crossfire.

“Don’t think this is the end of this, Ashlan!” Crossfire declared in a loud voice.

Ashlan turned around. “Um, what are you talking about?”

“You may have won this battle, Argonian, but I will win this war! You have made a very powerful enemy today, Ashlan. I am-CROSSFIRE!” And with that, the Equestrian threw down a bottle that exploded in smoke and ran off.

Charity turned to Ashlan. “Gee, Trixie complex, much?”

Author's Note

I am a writer. That being said, I am not an artist. Hint Hint. I'd like to thank my editors mangophd and rradt2001 for helping improve all the errors you guys talked about. We will continue to improve any errors we find in the story, and thank you again for reading!

Alchemical Equivalency

Chapter 3: Alchemical Equivalency

It had been a few days after the Blight scare with Rosie, but after no further cases were reported, things started to calm down again. The Apothecary, as was the official name for an alchemist shop, had two upstairs bedrooms, one on each side of the hallway, and the first floor was the shop itself. Most of the shelves were filled with potions, which Ashlan had stocked and labeled himself, but three shelves behind the counter had alchemical equipment, ranging from Apprentice’s to Master’s. Ashlan also offered a quick lesson on how to use the equipment for sale. He didn’t get too many visitors from outside town, but sometimes someone feeling brave would ask for something like a Potion of Shield or Invisibility along with some Restore Health potions so they could explore the countryside. One time two kids named Snips and Snails (Which Ashlan thought was a weird thing to name your kids) asked for a Turn Undead potion, which he had refused to make, let alone sell to two kids. When it came to dangerous potions like that he made them to order, and he made sure they were not cheap. He would also outright refuse to sell them to shady figures or kids. But out of everyone in Ponyville, there was really only one regular customer, whose requests kept Ashlan on watch for new uses for reagents. She usually came around ten in the morning, which meant she was due to arrive any moment.

“ASHLAN!” Right on schedule, Ashlan thought. The girl had pink skin and hair, literally pink, and her hair was ridiculously poofy. She always wore a brightly colored outfit, usually something that allowed for maximum freedom of movement. Today she was wearing bright blue shorts and a neon green shirt with pink squiggly lines all over it. Ashlan had to hand it to the Equestrians: They may not have a very advanced military, but their cultural advancements in things like fashion and entertainment were eons ahead of the Empire’s. After looking through all the shelves, as she always did, she rushed up to the counter to Ashlan.

“Hey Ashlan, I need something for a party coming up!” Pinkie Pie asked, “Got something really funny I can use?”

Ashlan grinned. “I had a feeling you were going to ask that. So I brewed up something you might like.” Ashlan pulled out a bottle labeled, “Dubstep Potion”. Pinky Pie gasped.

“What does it do? What does it do!?!”

Ashlan handed her the potion. “It took me three hours to brew this, and that was once I had the reagents. Now don’t open it until you’re ready, because it’s-“

Ashlan was interrupted by the sound of Bass Cannon in a bottle, which played for the next three minutes. After it was over, Ashlan continued.

“Because it’s one-time use only, even if you seal it back up. This is why I made it so you can’t reseal it, because that would be pointless.”

Pinky Pie’s hair drooped, which usually happened when she became sad.

“This is why I was up all last night with three different alchemy sets going at once to make these.”

Ashlan reached under the counter and pulled out a huge crate full of bottles labeled the same as the first. Pinky jumped and gasped the way only she could at the sight of the crate. “OHMYGOSHASHLANTHANKYOUSOMUCH!!! How did you even get Dubstep in a bottle anyway?”

Ashlan smiled. “Sorry, that’s my secret. All I’m saying is that it involves a few different plants from the Everfree forest. Which, knowing you would get the idea to go in there, I sell here. But…” Ashlan leaned over the counter. “I’m not going to tell you which ones.”

Pinky Pie crossed her arms across her chest with a slightly angry look on her face. “Fine. But…” Pinky Pie leaned over the counter to face Ashlan. “You aren’t invited to the party!”
And with that, Pinky pie rushed out the door before Ashlan could come up with a proper response, which both of them knew he could. Ashlan didn’t take it personally. It was the same thing every week.

Pinkie Pie would call ahead for Ashlan to make an amazing potion with some dazzling effect.
Ashlan would make the potion by Friday, which is when she would come to pick it up.
When she picked it up, she would ask how Ashlan did it, which he would keep partially secret.
She would refuse to invite him to whatever event the potion was for, and feel bad when he didn’t show up to the event.
She would come back afterward to ask for him to forgive her, which he always did.

Ashlan turned around to check the list of Potions he had to restock. Being able to make and restock the potions himself reduced the cost of running the shop greatly. The only expensive part was ordering new alchemical equipment when someone bought them, which the cost of which was covered by the purchase of the equipment. Ashlan loved to hassle and debate the price of the purchases made by adventurers passing through the town, always trying the get the best possible price for the expensive equipment. What he loved more was when they found out he would make special potions to help fight in combat, and having them ask him what he could do. But the thing he loved most of all was when people came in and stared because they couldn’t figure out whether he was argonian or a dark elf. Although sometimes the day was uneventful due to a lack of customers, sometimes it happened to be incredibly busy when a group of adventurers came through, each making their own demands for what they needed.

A few hours had passed since Pinkie Pie had come by, so he figured she would be coming by for her usual apology. The bell above the door rang, and Pinkie Pie slowly came in.

“Ashlan?”

Ashlan turned from the potion he was making. “Oh, hey Pinkie. I was just getting ready to close up. Did you need something?”

Pinkie Pie walked up slowly to Ashlan. “How come you didn’t come to the party? Everypony else was there; it was a real blast thanks to your potions.”

“They didn’t explode, did they?”

Pinkie Pie giggled. “No, but, you should’ve been there. It was a lot of fun. Is it because I didn’t invite you?”

Ashlan sighed and came around the counter. “No Pinkie Pie, it’s because I have to run the shop. Not all of us can be out and about all day like you.”

Pinkie breathed a sigh of relief. “Ok, I thought I hurt your feelings earlier. I’m sorry. We’re still friends right?”

Ashlan smiled. “Of course Pinkie Pie. Well, I’m closing up now, so you should probably get headed home. That, and it’s getting dark out.”

Pinkie Pie returned to her usual beaming self. “Ok! See you later Ashy!” And before Ashland could correct her on the nickname, she literally bounced out of the shop, closing the door behind her. Ashlan smiled.

“Well, it’s time for my night job.” Ashlan pulled out his bow, arrows, wakizashi, and several potions. He covered himself in a specially enchanted cloak, both to hide his identity and to heighten his sense of his surroundings. With that, he set out to hunt down the criminal known as Kochal.

Kochal was known in the area for leading a group of highwaymen known as the Gustcloak Bandits. They would assault passing travelers with a barrage of arrows, which Ashlan figured was accomplished by the 4 Bandits and their leader firing 5 arrows at once from several strategic positions. Once the initial barrage was complete, they would sweep up the survivors by moving in with morningstars and axes in hand. They would take the goods of the caravan back to a camp Ashlan figured was somewhere in the surrounding forest area. Ashlan’s plan was to use his illusory magic to send a mirage of a caravan forward to take the initial barrage. Once the arrows had been fired, he would rush in to the positions the arrows he noted to stealthily take down as many of the bandits as he could with a slit of the throat, then fight off the rest using his hopefully superior fighting style. From that point on it was simply getting Kochal to the guard station, whether he came willingly or not. His wanted poster had noted “Dead or Alive”. The poster had no information on what species Kochal was, due to the fact there were no survivors of his assault. Ashlan had to be prepared for anything, which is why he had brought the potions to assist him. He set out for the forest to the north, readying himself for the fight ahead.

Ashlan followed the path north of town, keeping himself fully aware of his surroundings. Although there was nothing yet, he had to be sure not to let his guard down for a second.The forest was beautiful this time of night, with the moonlight softly reflecting off the autumnal leaves. He could hear the chirping of a Cardinal just a little ways off the path, and the skitter of a small animal to his left. It was hard to believe that such sinister figures would lurk in such a beautiful place. Ashlan stopped to take it all in for a little bit. The moon was bright and full tonight, illuminating the path ahead for quite some way. Ashlan heard the straining of a bow being drawn from several directions. Too late to respond, several arrows flew into Ashlan from several different directions at once, tearing through him and leaving a lone figure lying on the ground.

Kochal waited for a few seconds to see if the figure would get up somehow, the rest of his men following suit, After a few seconds, he stepped out to appraise the value of the objects on the fallen argonian traveler. When he waited for his men to come out, none emerged from the forest. Rushing over to the figure, he kicked it, issuing a large puff of smoke. When the smoke cleared, a log filled with arrows was all that was left on the ground.

“The fault in any plan of attack is assuming you know more than your enemy,” a slithery voice said from behind Kochal.

Ashlan had detected the bandits almost as soon as he had left town. It was fairly easy, because they reeked of various alcohol. He took a fallen log and made it into an effective clone of himself. Taking out the men was simple enough due to their focus on the figure coming up the path and not the one approaching behind them. In all honesty he had taken out two of them almost as soon as they had fired the arrows. He could’ve taken out more of them before hand, but the lack of fired arrows would’ve roused suspicion. All that remained of the bandits now was their leader. He was roughly the same height as Ashlan, but that was where the similarities ended. His skin was a black shell, like that of an insect, and his wrists and ankles were filled with literal holes, ones you could stick a pencil through. He had a knife made from the tooth of some large animal at his side. It was roughly the same size as Ashlan’s wakizashi, and covered in some kind of poison.

“The fault in any plan of attack is assuming you know more than your enemy.” Ashlan said coming up behind the creature, which from readings he assumed was a changeling.

Kochal turned to face the cloaked figure.

“You’re that guy aren’t you? The one collecting on all of those bounties around here? We have a name for you. We call you Wyvernhide.”

Wyvernhide smiled. “That’s so nice of you to give me a nickname. Let’s get down to business then. Are you going to come quietly, or not? Your poster made it quite clear that either way works just fine.”

Kochal raised his Dragon’s tooth in a combat stance. “Like I would ever do that.”

Wyvernhide raised his wakizashi. “Very well then.”

The two circled each other for a few seconds, then Wyvernhide made the first move. He swung in a wide vertical arc, which Kochal parried with his own knife. Kochal responded with a horizontal swipe, which Wyvernhide leaned back to dodge and counteracted with a two fingered jab at Kochal’s eyes. The attack landed, which sent Kochal reeling back in pain. When Kochal removed his hands from his eyes, his vision was much worse than before, barely able to see his opponent. Swinging his knife wildly, he felt himself being disarmed and held by an elbow lock around the neck. Ashlan smiled at the helplessness Kochal showed once he had lost his sight.

“See, you’re not so dangerous once you're blind. I think the guards might be able to treat you if we go now.” Kochal was seething with fury at his defeat. Ashlan figured the fact that he had never revealed his face made it more frustrating to him.

After several more seconds of struggling, Kochal sighed in defeat. “Fine, you win. Let’s get this over with.” Ashlan binded Kochal’s hands with rope, and led him down the forest path back to Ponyville.
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After Ashlan had deposited Kochal at the guard station and anonymously collected his reward, it was almost one in the morning by the time he returned home. After taking a quick shower, he headed to his bedroom. Pulling out a small list he had put together, he crossed off the name “Kochal”. Next week, if he felt like it, he would go after another notorious criminal in the area.

Laying down on his bed, Ashlan thought about his life before he had come to Equestria. He had been a full-time, cold hearted killer whose only motivation for his actions was the lure of cash. Now...he was was a part-time, cold hearted killer, whose only motivation for his actions was the lure of cash.
No, he also liked the idea of making Ponyville and the surrounding area safer for travelers. He also liked having friends much more than he like having enemies. The thought crossed his mind of what he would ever do if Captain Odician discovered he existed. Although he hoped it would never happen, as long as he kept a low profile, he should be fine. That night, Ashlan had a wonderful dream about being pardoned for his actions in the past due to how he had changed.
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The town of South Hoovesdale was having an extravagant celebration, and why not? Not one, but two figures of authority sent by Celestia had come to visit their sleepy little town. Surely this would in turn attract more visitors, and maybe even further the town’s economy. Either way, having the captains of the guard from two different countries was enough to celebrate.

Captain Odician walked through the streets of the small town, smiling at the scene around him. True, most equestrians didn’t have a natural tendency for fighting, but they sure did know how to throw a party. Captain Odician was a tall figure, standing 2 inches above most other imperials from the Empire. Although he could be quite aggressive when confronting a lawbreaker, he was normally a calm-mannered man. He had a yellow, almost goldish color to his hair, with the stubble on his face to match. He was Captain of the Imperial Guard, and beside him stood the Captain of the Equestrian Guard, Shining Armor.
Shining Armor stood about an inch taller than most Equestrian men, putting him at two inches shorter than Odician but no less of a man. He had a passion for protecting his country, but had adapted quite well to the treaty between Equestria and the Empire. Most Equestrians had strange skin and hair colors,and Shining Armor was no different. He had a bright white skin, and blue hair. He was proud of his job, and you could see it in all of his men.

The two had come to South Hoovesdale to investigate the claims that a lone hero had taken out an entire burrow of diamond dogs, freeing all the enslaved townsfolk and solving the food shortage problem in the process. If the claims were true, they were to bring this hero to the princesses to be personally honored for his bravery and selfless deeds. So far all the citizens stories lined up-he had walked out to the intersection where they ambushed the travelers, taken down the ambush team, and followed them back to their burrow, where he defeated all of them, including the alpha, with great ease. After that, he had all the newly freed slaves bring back the diamond dogs supply of food, sold some things he had found in the mine, then disappeared over night.

There was only one part of the story that was left to be told: what this anonymous hero looked like. No one seemed to remember his face clearly. Some said he was an argonian, others said he was a dark elf. Either way, no one the two had interviewed about the hero so far had gotten his name or a clear picture of him. Finally, their last stop was an Imperial trader. If they couldn’t get the information from him, this hero might just remain anonymous. Upon entering the shop, the two were greeted by a bell above the door. The trader came from the backroom to the two captains.

“Ah, yes, you two. I’d heard you’d been asking around about Ashlan.”

Captain Odician looked shocked to hear that name, much to the other two in the room’s confusion.

“Are you sure you didn’t get the name wrong on him?” Odician inquired.

“Of course not. I may be getting older, but I remember him like it was yesterday. Hard to forget a face like his.”

“Why, what did he look like?” Shining Armor asked.

“Well, it’s funny,” The shopkeeper said, “He looked like an argonian until you got to his head. His face was still plenty argonian, but he had hair just like a dark elf. I also remember him because he had an artifact I had read they were searching for up north in the Crystal Empire.”

“And where did he get the artifact? Did he say what he was planning to do with it?” Odician asked.

The trader smiled. “It was the Crystal Cuirass of King Sombra. He got it from down in the mines during his big raid. He tried to sell it to me, but I told him I wouldn’t be able to afford it here. He didn’t say what he was going to do with it, but I’m sure he’ll find some use for it if he has decided to keep it. Why, is something wrong?”

Odician forced a smile. “No, nothing, but...do you know where he was going?”

The trader thought for a little bit, then said, “He was escorting some girl through the Everfree forest. Yeah, I remember now. She said she had gotten lost and needed to get home as soon as possible.”

Odician smile was losing the battle to keep himself under control. “Ok, well, thank you for your time. We should continue looking for this...hero, right, Shining Armor?”

Shining Armor was confused, but decided he’d better play along for now, just for Odician’s sake.

“Right, um, let’s take the train to...where did you say he was going?”

“The girl said she was headed back to Ponyville.” The trader said.

“Right, we’ll take the train back to Ponyville, and keep looking there. Thank you for your time.”
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“Ok, so tell me what’s going on.” Shining Armor said as soon as they were seated.

The two were riding first class, as all knights did in Equestria. The seats were made from a smooth finish oakwood, and the cushion was red silk on top of the finest cotton. The table was a darker wood, and on top of it was a top rate lunch made by the chef aboard the train, although Odician hadn’t even touched his yet.

“You remember when we first met? We were both rattling off a list of our accomplishments to try and impress one another?”

Shining Armor was now more confused than before. “Yes, but what does that have to-”

“Do you remember about the assassin I told you I apprehended before coming to Equestria?”

Shining Armor pieced it all together. “But, I thought you said his ship sank! it was attacked by a dragon-”

Odicain shushed Shining Armor. “Keep it down! Apparently he survived, and swam all the way here. I don’t know what kind of cover story he’s using, if he’s even staying in one place for long, but if he’s here, that’s not a good sign for us.”

Shining Armor fell back in his seat. Odician had told stories about the things this guy had done, and if he was in Ponyville, let alone Equestria…

“So what do we do? You’re the one who’s caught him before.”

Odician looked down. “Only through sheer luck.”

“What?” Shining Armor wanted to know just what exactly that comment meant.

“I would never admit it to him,but he could easily beat me in a one-on-one fight. For as good as I am with my sword, he’s just as good with his. Not to mention he has better knowledge of marksmanship and alchemy than both of us combined.”
Shining Armor was starting to get nervous. “But you caught him before, right? How did you do it then?”

Odician sighed. “Through the only advantage we still have: the element of surprise. I snuck up behind him and caught him off guard. But if he’s even heard about me being here, that’s not going to work again. And if he is still in Ponyville, he’s probably established a presence there.”

Shining Armor leaned in. “What do you mean?”

Odician looked up from his thoughts. “What I mean is that if he’s stayed there it won’t be as simple as making an arrest. He’ll have connections with the townsfolk. Make them think he’s a good guy. If we openly arrest him, they’ll riot. So right now it’s actually in our best interest that he fled town a long time ago.”

“That’s not going to be our only problem if he stayed, either.” Shining Armor said.
Odician looked up. Shining Armor continued. “My sister and her friends live in that town. If he really has tricked them, she’ll never forgive me for this.”
Captain Odician thought for a moment, then said, “Well then, best case scenario is that he stayed near town making as little trouble as possible.”

Shining Armor spoke. “Worst case scenario is he has control over the entire town.”

Odician shook his head to disagree. “Worse case scenario is that he’s established a positive reputation. From what I’ve heard about this country friendship is quite powerful, perhaps even to drive people to the point of madness and illogicality. Nothing less than what I’d expect of him.”

Odician noticed there was a wood elf across the car that seemed highly interested in their conversation.

“Can I help you, miss?”

The wood elf looked away for a second. “I thought I heard you mention the name Ashlan for a second.”

Now Shining Armor was interested as well. “Why? Do you know him?”
The wood elf cracked her knuckles and smiled. “We’ve met a few times. You said he’s in Ponyville? Well, if he is, I’ll be the first to find out. You can count on that.”
Shining Armor smiled. It was nice to know someone else was after this rogue assassin too.

“Why? Looking for some retribution?”

The wood elf turned her head to face the window. “Yeah. He’s in for a world of hurt when I get a hold of him.”

Captain Odician chuckled. This girl had probably woken up to find Ashlan escaping from a murder scene of some relative. If that was the case, she had no idea what she was getting into. Ashlan wasn’t some simple street thug. His knowledge of the arcane may have been limited to Alteration and Illusion, but he was a master in both fields. The creature was able to move quickly and quietly, issuing numerous silent deaths in his path. He could easily pick off targets from a distance with his archery skills, and in a direct fight, could shoot 5 men through the heart before one of them even got close enough for him to dispatch with his wakizashi. Odician knew that particular fact from personal experience. He had lost some good men that day. There was a rumor that people back in the empire that he was a mix of every race. Odician didn’t believe that rumor for a second. Yes, he may have been both dark elf and argonian, but that was where the mixing ended. Everything else could be explained rationally except his motive. That, Odician believed, was the only sign of truth in the rumor Ashlan was part dragon.

“Listen, I don’t think you know what you're dealing with. I’m the Captain of the Guard back in the empire, and I was barely able to catch him.”

For some reason, the elf gave him a look of disgust and didn’t talk to him the rest of the ride to Ponyville. Which Odician thought as strange. If the woman wanted vengeance on Ashlan so badly, he thought she would show some sign of respect. Perhaps she was just jealous he had caught Ashlan before her. That was the only logical explanation that came to his mind. Except if…

“Excuse me, what is it you do for a living?”

The elf looked over at him. “Pay-for-hire.”

Odician was interested. “Care to elaborate?”
The woman simply turned to face the window, choosing to ignore him. Odician did the same.

The colorful scenery flew by at a rapid pace. He had to admit, for its lack of military might, Equestria more than made up for in things like beauty and culture. Perhaps one day when he retired he would come here. But that day was far off, and Odician had more pressing issues on hand. Like how he was possibly going to catch the Assassin for the second time. If it was the best case scenario that he’d mentioned earlier, then it was simply a matter of tracking down his hiding place. No, it was much more than that. He would have to somehow follow him back to his hideout, without being noticed. That alone would present a problem. Odician barely had the advantage in a direct fight, let alone one that would require stealth. The second problem would be how to catch him off guard. Perhaps when he was sleeping? No, he wouldn’t be caught that easily again. The worst case scenario was easier in some aspects, but much worse over all. He eventually figured he would assess the situation once he got to Ponyville. It was almost nightfall now, and Princess Luna would most likely be using her magic to raise the moon.

If there was one province where emotion ruled, it was Equestria. Apparently Luna had been transformed by bitter hatred, banished in sorrow, returned in vengeance, and reformed by friendship. The reformation had actually been caused by six artifacts known as the Elements of Harmony, which were powered only by people who possessed the 5 traits of a powerful friendship, and magic.

And apparently they were quite powerful. They had transformed a wicked witch of darkness into the benevolent Princess Luna, defeated a chaos god twice, and were a symbol of hope to the people in times of need. Shining Armor and his wife Cadence were nothing to sneeze at either. They had defeated an entire army of insect like creatures called changelings with just their love alone, and inspired the people to overthrow a tyrant of darkness. Initially Odician had dismissed this to be a tall tale Shining Armor had thought up to impress him, but numerous sources indicated they were true.

Yet the province was delicate. People used the word evil like it was some kind of taboo swear word. There was almost no standing military, which made the negotiations made by the emperor quite generous to say the least. On top of all that Equestrians were quite prone to panic. When Odician and his men had first arrived the people were actually afraid of him. Which was understandable, considering he was an armed foreigner from a strange land. Still, he had felt bad for the initial trouble their presence had caused.

Now his job was to help the country soothe into its place as a province of the empire. The exact details of the negotiations were unknown, but Princess Luna and her sister Celestia were still in charge of day-to-day ruling, with the emperor intervening in times of crisis if he felt necessary. Of course there were citizens in both sides of the agreement that cried foul at the negotiations. Equestrians wanted less control, and most Imperials wanted more.

But that was the emperor’s place, not his. Emperor’s throughout the history of the empire have been known to do strange things in order to preserve the order. It was said they had the power to foresee when a certain individual would change the course of history, and act accordingly.
It was getting late now, and everyone was heading to the train’s sleeping quarters. Captain Odician took off the metal parts of his armor, as Shining Armor did as well. Odician respected the Captain, and not with the grudge filled respect most of his men had just because they had to. Odician had gotten a sense of the type of man Shining Armor was. Shining Armor understood just how important the treaty had been, but wouldn’t have has hesitated to give his life fighting if it hadn’t worked out the way it did. Shining Armor also held a deep respect for Odician and his achievements. It was a two-way respect, and it was the first step toward a long road of integrating Equestria into the Empire.
That night, Captain Odician dreamed of Ashlan willing handing himself over without a large fuss, telling others just exactly what he was.

Author's Note

How is everyone doing this fine day? I have Chapter 4, but it needs to be edited. This chapter may be in need of slight editing, so if you see an error, just copy and paste the sentence into my message box, and I'll fix it as soon as I can. Thanks!

Cleansing the Fire

Chapter 4:Cleansing the Fire
Ashlan woke up the next morning to the sound of pounding on his door. After getting dressed, he went downstairs to check who it was. He was greeted by Twilight and Pinkie Pie.
“Oh, um, hey Ashlan…” Twilight said rather nervously.
Ashlan looked outside. “It’s still dark out, and this is my only day off this week. Is there something you guys needed?”
Twilight looked down at the ground, unable to answer his question for some reason. Luckily, Pinkie Pie answered for her. “We’re gonna do a barn raising with Applejack! Wanna join?”

Ashlan wasn’t sure about this. Applejack and him didn’t exactly mix well.
“Pinkie Pie, I really don’t think I should…” Ashlan started, but was cut short by Pinkie’s pleading eyes. After a few seconds of enduring the puppy eyes, Ashlan sighed, then said, “Fine, but I don’t think Applejack will like it.”
Ashlan could never bring himself to say no to her. Pinkie leaped up in the air with joy. Ashlan followed the two down the street that would lead to Applejack’s farm.
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Ashlan walked onto the farm grounds for the first time. He had come close to the place when he had first arrived in the town, but this was the first time he had actually set foot on the property. Looking to his left, there was countless rows of apple trees. Some of which weren’t in season, which was strange considering most of the others were sprouting their apples already. Looking to his right, there was an old fashioned house in which he assumed Applejack and her family lived. It was quite simple, which Ashlan supposed was suited to the country life. Looking up the path was a weathered old barn, which Ashlan assumed was the one going to be torn down to make room for the new one. It was covered in faded red and white paint, with dozens of noticeable chips in the paint. The wood was broken in some places, and in others it was missing entirely.

“I can see why she’d want this place torn down.” Ashlan said.
“And just what is that supposed to mean?” Applejack said. Apparently she’d been following Ashlan for quite sometime now.
Ashlan groaned. “Are you saying you don’t want that barn torn down?”
Applejack scoffed. “I’ll have you know that barn held up for a really long time.”
“Well, it’s not going to hold up much longer,” Ashlan noted, “Should we get to tearing it down?”
Applejack sighed. “Just let me have one last time inside.” Ashlan nodded, signifying that he didn’t mind either way. Applejack walked into the barn to look around one last time.

Ashlan looked over to Twilight. “Is this going to take long?”
Twilight looked back. “It might, but then again, it might not. Applejack has a lot of memories in this barn. It’s never easy for her to part with it, no matter how many times she does it.”
Ashlan was a little surprised. "You mean they’ve had to do this multiple times? I thought buildings were, you know, supposed to last?”
Twilight was a little upset at the comment, but she could she from Ashlan’s point of view. Buildings were meant to last, although Applejack’s barns went through a lot more than most others.
“Just let her do her thing, ok?” Twilight asked.
“I know, I was just saying.” Ashlan replied.
Applejack came out of the barn with a grin on her face. “Alright y’all, lets tear down this barn! So, anyone got any ideas on how to send this one out?”
At that moment, Rarity and Rainbow Dash arrived. Apparently these kind of events involved all of her friends. Pinkie Pie was the first to raise her hand.
“Yeah, Pinkie? What’d ya have in mind?”
“We should use sledgehammers!”
“Ah think we can do a little better than that, Pinkie.”
Rainbow Dash raised her hand. “Do we have anything explosive?”
“No, sorry Rainbow.”
“Darnit!” Ashlan quietly slipped his hand into the air.
“What’d you want?”
“I have a proposal.”
“Well duh! Tell us what it is!”
“I propose we bring in Bassy.”
Four of the girls asked the unavoidable question, “What’s a ‘Bassy’?” Rarity gave Ashlan a glare, then said, “We are not bringing that beast anywhere close to Applejack’s barn, or Ponyville for that matter!”
Ashlan lowered his hand. “He’d get the job done.”
Applejack looked at Ashlan and Rarity as if they were crazy, then said, “Ok, so ‘Bassy’, whatever the hay that is, is out of the question. Any other bright ideas?” Ashlan raised his hand once again.
“Yes?”
“I have a proposal.”
“From now on, just tell us what it is first, ok? What is it now?”
“Ok, so I’m guessing we don’t want to leave a crater, right?”
“Duh’.”
“And we need to be able to walk around it afterward, right?”
“Of course.”
“Ok, there goes any plans involving acidity...Could we burn it down?”
“Now you're just being crazy.”
“No, I’m being creative, something you’re obviously not. Rarity, are you sure we can’t use Bassy for this?”
“Yes, darling, I’m positive.”
“Ok, well...we could always just tear it down with our bare hands.”
Twilight spoke up. “I thought you said argonians didn’t have bear hands.”
Ashlan gave Twilight a deathlook that could kill a cocatrice, then said, “I’m saying I could give everyone a potion to amplify their strength and toughness, so we could tear it down without tools and stuff. You’re all saying you’ve never wanted to rip through a building with your fists before?”
There was a mixed reaction between the girls, a mixture of You really are crazy and Of course! Ashlan decided he would go for the latter. “Alright then, let’s do this!” Ashlan pulled out a large bottle, small enough to be concealed but large enough as to make you wonder how one hadn’t seen it. It was labeled, “Dragon Strength Potion”, and Ashlan pulled off the stopper.
“Wait a second,” Rainbow Dash said, “Did you plan to bring that, or do you always carry potions like that on you?”
“Well, maybe not strength potions exactly, but stuff that helps in case someone decides to pick a fight with me.” Ashlan said. He laughed when he realized how crazy he sounded. “Anyway, who wants to drink first? It tastes like lemonade!”
“REALLY!?!” Pinkie Pie and Rainbow Dash asked at the same time. “Really.” Ashlan assured them. Rainbow Dash rushed over and took a swig of the potion, and nearly choked.
“What?” Ashlan asked, “It might not have been lemonade, it could’ve been something else.”
“It tastes like marshmallows!” Rainbow Dash exclaimed, “It’s good it just caught me off guard.”
Now it was Rarity’s turn to take a huge swig, bigger than even Rainbow Dash’s. This caught everyone off guard, and Ashlan had to take the bottle from Rarity before she drank it all. Afterward, she was a little bit jittery. After making sure she was okay, Ashlan raised his hand to speak.
“Oh, I should probably mention this particular potion may have...side effects.”
Rainbow Dash and Rarity both looked at Ashlan with a deep look of concern for their health. “Nothing big,” Ashlan promised, “and it only affects a small group of people, practically no one. It should be safe.”
“Should be safe?” Rarity asked, “Who exactly is affected by the side effects, Ashlan?”
“Not sure,” Ashlan said, “There’s really no correlation, it’s just kind of random. Like I said, It hardly affects anyone, so you should all be ok. Want me to try it as insurance, in case something goes wrong-which it won’t?”
The girls looked uneasily at each other. “Fine,” Rarity said, “But I hope you know how to deal with these ‘side effects’, in case they appear.”
Ashlan took the bottle. “Of course I do. It’s not like this is new to me or anything.” Ashlan took a big drink of the bottle. “They wear off after about 12 hours anyway. Trust me, if it wasn’t safe, I’d be the only one drinking it.”
After a few more moments of reassurance, the other girls all took a drink. After a short unexpected shout of Pinkie Pie saying, “ULTIMATE FORM!!!”, nothing really seemed that much different.
“Um, Ashlan,” Rainbow Dash said walking over to the barn, “I hate to tell you this, but I don’t think your potion worked. I don’t really feel any stronger.” To demonstrate her point, she punched the side of the barn…

….prompting the entire area of impact of her punch to explode into splinters from the sheer force of the impact. Rainbow Dash looked at her fists in shock, amazed at what she had just done. The rest of them looked at their fists as well, then they all looked up at the barn with new determination. “Let’s wreck this barn!” Rainbow shouted, and the 6 of them charged toward the barn.
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After plowing through a significant portion of the barn, everyone paused to take a break from the demolition. After a short scare with a large piece of rubble falling on Twilight (which due to the potion barely phased her) it had gone by fairly quickly. Now came the daunting task of clearing out the rubble to make room for the new barn.
“Hey Ashlan, that was awesome!” Rainbow Dash said, “I wish Fluttershy was here for this.”
“Fluttershy?” Ashlan asked, “I don’t think I’ve met her yet. Why do you think that is?”
Twilight sat down on the ground, slightly exhausted from the effort of tearing down the structure. “Oh, Fluttershy? Yeah, she doesn’t like you. She said that she thinks you’re a dragon or something.”
“She thinks I’m… a dragon?” Ashlan said, slightly confused.
“Yeah,” Twilight said. “I tried to tell her otherwise, but she really is scared of you. Maybe we could set up something for you two to become friends, like we did with-” At that moment Twilight cut herself off, but it was too little too late. Applejack looked furious. Ashlan just scowled.
“Hold on just a second! You said he was a professional! I knew there was somethin’ off about him! What kind of architect uses explosives to tear down a flimsy old barn! And you still haven’t told us what a ‘Bassy’ is, either!”
“Yeah, Twilight, I thought you said Applejack was looking forward to my help… That’s really all I’m upset about, I thought I was making progress.”
Applejack went over to Ashlan with a look of pure anger on her face. “You lied ta’ me!”
“Actually, Twilight lied to you. I had no idea she had told you that.” Ashlan was responding rather well to the aggression, which earned both the distaste and respect of his friends. Distaste because he was completely ignoring the fact that Applejack was mad at him, and not making a single effort to calm her down. Respect because most other people cowered in fear when Applejack went on one of her ‘rants’. This, however, only made Applejack more upset.
“Whose side are you guys on anyway? Are ya’ really gonna believe this yellow-bellied snake in the grass or one of your most trusted friends!”
Now Ashlan was starting to show anger, and he was furious. “Care to run that last comment by me again, you country simpleton?”
Now it was a battle of the words, and although both of them had experience, after about 3 minutes it was clear Ashlan was much more versed in the skill of verbal warfare.
“Well It’s not my fault you're some kinda’ freak a’ nature! Are you an dark elf or a lizard man, anyway? If your gonna’ be an outsider, just stick with one of them, don’t be some hybrid!”
“You say hybrid like I’m some kind of dog to be kept on a leash.”
“Well why shouldn’t ya’ be? Someone should handle all these newcomers comin’ in all over the place, and I don’t like your attitude toward me anyway!”
“Who said you were entitled to my respect anyway? Respect is something you earn, you can’t buy it selling cheap, poor quality apples!”
“Poor quality! Poor quality! You obviously ain’t never had-”
“Look sugarcube, I hate to break it to you, but ‘ain’t’ ain’t a word, and if you're going to get into a fight with me, I’d appreciate it if you tried to do something about that Kentucky Fried Accent of yours. I can barely understand a single word coming out of your uncivilized mouth.”
“My mouth is plenty civilized, thank ya’ very much!”
“Whatever, Mrs. Apple Pie, you keep telling that lie to yourself, and maybe one day it’ll actually come true!”
“What the hay did you just call me?!?”
“Oh, joy, countryside expletives! Tell me how many guys want a girl who throws out cuss words like her garbage apples.”
“I’ll have you know there are plenty of guys who would love to have me and-”
“And you had every single one didn’t you?”
It took the group a second for the insult to sink in. Once it did however, the effects were immediate. Rarity and Twilight looked away, blushing intensely at the insult just thrown onto the field. Pinkie Pie still didn’t understand the comment, and Rainbow Dash said, “Oh, burn!” Applejack was downright furious at the subtly vulgar comment just used to describe her.
“That is a vicious stereotype, you low down-”
“Only as vicious as the stereotype you gave to everybody to come across the shore to a new land. Not everybody here is coming to start trouble: some of us came here to start a new life, you know.”
Twilight coughed to get Applejack’s attention. Once she had it, she whispered Don’t go down this road. The look Applejack gave Twilight indicated she planned to travel down this road as far as it would take her.
“What’s the matter? Have a little issue with your past?”
“Don’t start with this, you will live to regret it.”
“Ah’m Sorry, did you used to be aboard one of those ships argonians and khajiits go on to? You know, the ones that carry-”
“Don’t start this fight, Applejack, I’ll hurt you.”
“Please, I don’t think you could take anyone on in a straight fight you run away sl-”
Applejack never got the chance to finish her sentence, as she was quickly placed in an elbow lock by Ashlan. Next he tossed her to the ground and held his still very sharp foot claws up against her throat. For added measure, he took out his hidden bow and arrow, which he secretly always carried on him, loaded an arrow, and pointed the weapon at Applejack’s face.
“TAKE IT BACK!”
The rest of the girls didn’t know how to react. On one hand, their friend had had this coming to her for bringing up a sensitive subject like slavery in front of an argonian. Still, they didn’t want their friend to get hurt. Twilight was the first to try and talk to Ashlan.
“Ashlan, try and calm down a little, ok?”
“I’ll calm down when she admits just how much of a little southern belle she’s been!”
Applejack spoke up. “You’re crazy!”
“I just want an apology! If you can do it, then so can I!”
“Look Ashlan, you both said some things you didn’t mean, ok? That doesn’t give you an excuse to go all psycho killer on Applejack! Just apologize to each other and move on!” Rainbow Dash was obviously concerned for both Applejack’s physical well being and Ashlan’s mental well being.
Ashlan looked back down to Applejack. Although she was trying to look defiant, she was obviously terrified. That last comment by Rainbow Dash had really hit home for Ashlan. After all, he had come to Equestria specifically intending not to be a psycho killer. Reluctantly, he took his foot off of her throat and put away his bow and arrows.
“Fine. I’m sorry I was mean to you. I just don’t tolerate trash talk.”
Applejack gave a slight huff as she got to her feet.
“Is there anything you want to say to me?” Ashlan said.
“Yeah. Get off mah’ property, you low down varmit.”
“Applejack!” Twilight said, “He meant you should apologize too!”
“For what? Havin’ him almost kill me over a little quarrel?”
Ashlan looked a little offended. “No, you should apologize for basically calling my entire species a beast of burden.”
“Maybe that was a bit harsh. But yer’ still not gettin’ any apology, but you are gonna’ get off my barn.”
“Applejack-” Rainbow Dash started, but was held back by Ashlan.
“No she’s right Rainbow, it is her property. By the way, you owe me 350 bits. Get it to me within the next 3 days or I’ll take it to court.”
“WHAT?” Everyone was shocked at Ashlan’s accusation.
“And just what the hay do ah’ owe you that much for?” Applejack stated.
“Well 250 for the Dragon Strength potion I distributed among your demolition crew, and another 100 for racism in determining who is in such, which I can and will take to court.”
“You can’t be serious! How am I supposed to come up with that kind of money in 3 days?”
“I don’t know. Mortgage your barn? It’s not my fault you can’t pay for what you buy.”
Applejack was clearly angry at Ashlan, yet devastated at his completely legitimate argument. He could technically sue her for those things, and as an alchemist, afford a better lawyer than her life savings could buy.
“Of course, if you let me stay I might not press charges. Your call on this one.”
Applejack sighed with defeat. “Fine. You can stay. But you’d better pull your weight ‘round here, understand?”
“Of course. Let’s get started clearing the rubble away.”
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Captain Odician and Shining Armor stepped off the train for Ponyville. Looking around, the town was fairly busy, and the assassin was nowhere in sight.
“Where do we go first?” Odician asked, “You know this town better than I do.”
“We should probably ask Twilight or one of her friends. They might know something.” Shining Armor replied.
“Great, which one do we ask first?”
“Let’s start with Twilight.”
The two started down for the Golden Oaks Library. As they walked, both of them stayed silent, fearful of what could be waiting for them when they get there. After a short 10 minute walk from the station, the two reached the library. Shining Armor knocked on the door and waited for a reply. After about a minute with no answer, Shining Armor stepped back to Odician.
“I guess she’s not home right now.”
“Great,” Captain Odician said, “Now what?”
“Now we ask some of her other friends in town.”
But after visiting all of her friends local residences, with similar results, Shining Armor and Odician were starting to get a bit worried. The last stop was Fluttershy’s cottage just outside of town. If she wasn’t home, they would just have to start asking random strangers, which could end badly. A few seconds after knocking on the door, Fluttershy came out. Both captains breathed a silent sigh of relief.
“Hey Fluttershy.” Shining Armor said.
“Oh, hello, Shining Armor. Is there something I can help you with?”
“Yes, actually. We’re looking for someone named Ashlan. Have you seen him around at all?”
“Well,” Fluttershy said, “I don’t think I’ve seen him at all today. I heard someone say he left town early today, but they didn’t know where he was going.”
“Great, that’s a start. Do you have any idea where he could’ve gone?”
“Well. I did hear him talking to Twilight about how he was going to turn in an artifact to the Canterlot Museum of Artifacts eventually. Twilight told him it could be worth a lot of money.”
“Thanks Fluttershy, we’ll start looking for him in Canterlot then.”
“Oh, um...why are you looking for him? He seemed really nice, did he do something wrong?”
“Oh, um…” Shining Armor struggled to find the right words.
“Did you hear about what he did in Hoovesdale?” Odician asked.
“Yes, that was really brave of him. Why?”
“We’re supposed to be rewarding him. You know, give him what he deserves?”
“Oh, ok. That’s really nice of you two. Well, I’ll see you two later.”
“Thanks again, Fluttershy.” Shining Armor said as they were walking away. He then turned to Captain Odician. “And thank you for sparing her feelings.”
“You’re welcome,” Odician said, “I can only guess she was the sensitive type.”
“You have no idea.” Shining Armor said.
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Back on the farm, the barn raising was going out without a problem. They had already cleared out the rubble, and the barn itself was already halfway up. Applejack and Ashlan were avoiding each other for the most part, which worked out great for everyone else around them. Yes, it managed to stay problem free until about 2:30 in the afternoon. Which is when a pretty decently sized problem hit.
“Hey Applejack, you feeling ok?” Rainbow Dash called over, “You’re not looking too good.”
“Ah’m fine, just a little stomach ache is all.” Applejack reassured them.
“Are you sure Applejack?” Twilight asked. “Maybe this is a symptom of a side effect Ashlan was talking about. Maybe we should ask him about it. Where is Ashlan anyway?”
“He went with Pinkie Pie to get more wood for the barn.” Rainbow Dash answered. “Um, Applejack, are you sure you're feeling alright?” You look like you’re starting to get a rash or something.”
At that moment Applejack crumpled to the ground in pain. Her friends ran over to her aide. “Applejack?! Don’t worry, I’ll go get Ashlan! He’ll know what to do!” And with that Rainbow Dash ran off to go find the alchemist.
She found him and Pinkie Pie just leaving town with a large tow of lumber behind them in a cart provided by the Apple family. Rainbow Dash ran up to them.
“Ashlan, you gotta come quick! It’s an emergency! Applejack’s getting all weird, we think it’s the potion you gave her!” Rainbow Dash was obviously freaked out.
“Ok then, let’s hurry! Care to help us with this load? It’ll make it go by faster.” Ashlan offered.
“Forget the wood!” Rainbow Dash yelled, “Applejack could be dying as we speak!”
“Well I doubt she’s dying, but I’ll have a look.” Aslan said, leaving behind the cart of wood.
The three of them sprinted back to the barn as fast as they could go. When they got back to the barn, however, a very confusing scenario awaited them.
“Um, Twilight? Did you summon another dragon again?”
Standing in the middle of the worksite was a dragon of about 8 feet tall. It had orange scales and a familiarly colored frill.
“Wait...did Applejack turn into a-?”
At that moment both Pinkie Pie and Ashlan fell to the ground laughing. The fact that their friend was now a small dragon was apparently hysterical. Twilight and Applejack were not nearly as amused.
“Ashlan this is serious! How do we reverse it?”
Ashlan and Pinkie Pie just continued to roll on the ground laughing. Applejack decided to take a less diplomatic approach.
“Applejack, drop the wood!”
Ashlan barely rolled out of the way of a two-by-four smashed down where his head had been less than two seconds earlier. Picking up another piece of wood, Applejack threw it at Ashlan with brutal force, which he barely managed to dodge in time. The wooden beam snapped against a tree on impact. Twilight had had enough, and prepared a magic spell.
Applejack suddenly found herself being dragged by her ear with magic over to Twilight.
“Applejack, stop it! You’re wasting wood and time!”
Ashlan found himself being dragged over by the ear next, which was considerably more painful for him than for the dragon Applejack..
“Ashlan, how do we reverse the dragon spell?”
“Ok, first off, it’s not a spell, it’s an alchemical effect. Secondly, you can’t.”
Ashlan then found himself in the magical stranglehold of Twilight Sparkle.
“WHAT YOU MEAN WE CAN’T FIX IT!?!”
Gasping for breath, Ashlan managed to choke out a few words.
“Just...a side effect...wears off...after about...day.”
Twilight hesitated to release him from her grip.
“Where is she supposed to sleep tonight then? It’s not like she can just walk into her house now.”
“Couldn’t she...barn…”
Twilight reluctantly released her spell. Ashlan sat up, choking for air.
“Fine. Let’s get this finished as soon as possible then. I don’t want Applejack to sleep outside tonight.”
Ashlan got to his feet and went over to Rainbow Dash. Rainbow Dash put a hand on his shoulder.
“You ok?”
“Fine. What was that about? I’ve never seen her get dark like that before.”
“Ashlan,” Rainbow said, “Hell hath no wrath like a dracomancer scorned.”
“Dracomancer? That explains a lot. So what did you mean earlier, ‘another dragon again’?”
“I think that’s a story you can ask Twilight later. Let’s get this finished before she blows up again.”
Ashlan noticed the dragon Applejack walking pitifully into the orchard.
“Hey, where’s she going? It’s her barn right?”
“Well, yes,” Rarity said, “but she can’t really do much as a dragon now, can she?”
“Oh great, now I have guilt…”
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Applejack looked over the horizon. The sun was starting to set, and the potion hadn’t worn off yet. She was afraid she really would have to sleep in the barn. If her friends had managed to complete it without her help, that is. Applejack heard Pinkie Pie coming before she saw her, thanks to her dragon hearing. She had been able to hear a lot more than she could before, and she hated it. She had no idea how dragons were able to get any sleep like this.
“APPLEJACK!!!”
Applejack raised her head off of the ground to let Pinkie know she was listening. Pinkie Pie smiled.
“Barn’s done!”
A thankfully simple answer coming from Pinkie Pie, Applejack followed her back to the barn where her friends were waiting for her. They gave her a warm welcome-well, as warm a welcome as you can give an 8 foot tall dragon. Rainbow Dash welcomed their friend first.
“Hey, Applejack! We got the barn done just a few minutes ago! How do ya’ like it?”
Applejack was very impressed with her friends handiwork. The barn was a beautiful shade of red, with roof tiles that would last a very long time. Applejack noticed that Ashlan was missing from the scene.
“Looking for Ashlan?” Twilight inquired, “He left when it was finished. I think he felt bad about everything that happened today. He worked harder than any of us, especially on the inside. Care to take a look? He treated the wood with a special potion so it could support a dragon.”
Applejack walked into the barn. It was empty, save for a few barrels here and there, but otherwise very beautiful. The floor was made from a beautiful yet practical wood for food storage. The walls were painted just as well as on the inside as they were the outside, perhaps even more so. Looking back, the doors were made to slide shut, which would help on windy days. In short, the barn was a masterpiece, and she loved every part of it. Which was good, she realized with a twinge of regret, considering she was going to be spending the night in it.
Applejack went over to the corner and laid down. Her friends could feel her sadness.
“Oh, come now Applejack, it can’t be all that bad…” Rarity said, regretting the words as soon as they came out of her mouth.
Her friends all stood there awkwardly for a few seconds, unsure of how to help their friend. Twilight bid them good-bye and started home. After all saying their goodbyes, the others started home as well. Now Applejack was alone, in the cold, dark barn. It didn’t seem nearly as bright as before.
The moon rose high into the night, and Applejack was unable to get an ounce of sleep. Even the smallest noises were incredibly noticeable, and everything poured into her senses at a near overloading rate. To top it all off, a cold wind found its way into the open barn door. Now she was sleepless, lonely, and cold. In short, it was probably the worst night of her life.
The moon was at its peak now, and Applejack was still unable to get any sleep. To top it off, a cold rain had been blown in by the storm, making the situation even more cold and lonely. Now every raindrop inside the barn fence was made known to her, and Applejack covered her ears in an attempt to drown out the noise. Suddenly she felt a large piece of cloth being thrown over her like a blanket. Somehow, someone had gotten into the barn without her noticing it, which would’ve been alarming whether she was a dragon or not.
Turning her head around, the one who had tossed the makeshift blanket over her was a hooded figure in a black cloak that concealed their body and left only snakelike yellow eyes visible on the face. Before she could react, the figure spoke.
“Yeah, that’s right. I can sneak up on dragons.”
The voice belonged to Ashlan, which was confirmed when he took off his hood to show his face. Applejack was confused as to the dark outfit the alchemist was wearing. She was even more confused as to why he was helping her.
“Confused a little? I felt bad after the whole incident today, so I came over to apologize. It also can get really cold out in the country at night, especially when it’s raining. Believe me, I know that all too well.”
Applejack felt a twinge of guilt at that last comment. What exactly had Ashlan gone through during his life to be able to say something like that.
“As for why I’m dressed like this, I hope you realize I have a life outside of alchemy.”
Applejack laughed, but as a dragon it came out as a scoff.
“What do I do? Bounty hunting.”
Applejack laughed a little more, but after the incident today, it did seem to make sense. It probably wasn’t the wisest move on her part to make enemies with a bounty hunter. Ashlan continued.
“Well, it has a nice income. Also I brought you these from your family. You know, for when the potion wears off. Not that I plan to stick around and see that happen.”
Ashlan set down a fresh change of clothes. It took Applejack a second, but after realizing what he meant, she blushed.
“Well, I should probably get going. Oh, and the whole bounty hunter thing stays between you and me, ok? The last thing I need is everyone worrying about me.”
Applejack gave a silent agreement. With that, Ashlan slipped outside and into the night. Applejack realized that maybe her first impression of Ashlan had been a bit off. Not that she’d ever admit that, of course. But maybe she could try and be a little nicer to him. With a new source of warmth, Applejack was soon able to fall asleep.
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It was the Tuesday morning following the barn raising, and Ashlan was setting up shop while having a nice conversation with Twilight.
“So Ashlan, have any big plans for today?” Twilight asked.
“Actually, no, save for the unexpected incidents that might happen anytime.”
“What?”
“You know, if something unexpected happens, I’ll be ready for it. Anything that comes my way, I’m pretty confident I can handle.”
Twilight smiled, and just happened to look out the shop window, where a figure was quickly approaching the shop.
“Hey Ashlan? Someone’s coming our way, and she looks pretty steamed.”
Aslan looked up over the counter he had been under. “What do they look like?”
“Looks like a wood elf, probably about your age, brown hair-”
“Leather armor?”
“Yeah, and-”
“Green eyes?”
Yeah, but-”
“Sheathed knife and a look that could kill a cockatrice?”
“Well now that you mention it, yeah. Why do you two know each-”
Twilight heard a clatter of motion behind her. Turning around, Ashlan was behind the door to the basement.
“I’m out collecting reagents!”
“No you’re-”
Ashlan pointed a finger. “I’m collecting reagents, in the everfree forest, you don’t know when I’ll be back. Ok?”
Before Twilight could ask what was going on, Ashlan slammed the door shut right as the wood elf barged into the shop.
“Where is he?” the elf demanded.
Twilight did her best to stay calm. Whoever this woman was clearly had some grudge against Ashlan.
“He’s out collecting reagents, why-”
The woman looked over the list of shop hours. “This place doesn’t open for another 20 minutes. Which either means you're his assistant, which I doubt he would need with his skill, or-”
The woman approached Twilight menacingly. “Or you're a thief breaking into his shop! I should have you arrested right now!”
Twilight didn’t know how to react to the aggressive nature of the elf. Luckily, Ashlan’s voice interrupted them.
“Gracia, you leave her out of this.”
Twilight heard Ashlan curse under his breath, the woman stormed over to the door and threw it open.
“Twilight, do you mind leaving? This is kind of a personal issue between us-”
Gracia dragged Ashlan down the stairs saying, “Understatement of the century.”
Twilight decided that although Ashlan might need her help, it was probably best for her to stay out of it. That, and this Gracia person terrified her. More importantly, she scared Ashlan. Ashlan had gone up against Diamond Dogs and the Everfree forest without an ounce of fear. What could she do that was so terrifying?
A thought came to Twilight they might have been in a relationship. To her, that was more terrifying than anything else.
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Once in the basement, Gracia threw Ashlan at the wall opposite the door, causing him to land amidst a pile of baskets.
“Why didn’t you tell me you were alive?!?”
“Sorry if you weren’t the first thing that came to mind when my ship was attacked by a dragon.”
Gracia went over, hit him the face, and picked him up by his shirt.
“Why didn’t you use that Dragon Tongue I taught you?”
“Sorry if that wasn’t the first thing that came to mind when the dragon’s dead corpse smashed half the ship and almost killed me.”
Gracia threw him against the wall again, only harder this time.
“Did you know Odician is here? In Equestria?”
“Yes, as a matter of fact, I did.”
“Did you know he came to Ponyville to try and catch you last Saturday?”
“No, I did not. Where is he now?”
Gracia scoffed. “Some girl told him you were headed to Canterlot. They bought it. I heard you stopped your profession? You getting soft on me?”
Ashlan glared at her. “First off, if by profession you mean slaughtering innocent people for cash, yes, I stopped that. Second-”
Ashlan never got to say what was second, as Gracia whipped out her sheathed knife and lunged at Ashlan. Ashlan dodged the strike while pulling out his wakizashi. While Gracia was lunging forward, he pushed her from behind to add to her momentum, causing her to fall over. She was up just as fast, and a short knife fight ensued. After about a minute of block and strike combat, Ashlan countered one of Gracia’s swings to once again add to her momentum, dodged behind her, and held his weapon at her throat. Gracia smiled.
“Getting behind someone was always your best technique.”
Ashlan let her drop to the ground. “Second, I’m not soft. I take on local bounties, which I’ll have you know I’m not on that list.”
Gracia got up and turned to face him. “Point taken.”
Ashlan continued. “So, what are you doing in Equestria? I thought you were stationed in Cyrodiil. Wait, let me guess: This was that expansion the Wind Drake Society was talking about, wasn’t it?”
Gracia showed off her tattoo of a Wind Drake, cleverly hidden on her left arm. “You are now looking at the head of the Wind Drake Society-Equestrian Division, anyway. So you going to go telling off the guards I’m part of an Assassin's guild?”
“First off, you say that like the Wind Drake Society is up there with the Dark Brotherhood and Morag Tong. It’s still young and unknown, don’t get above yourself. Second, I’m an alchemist now, not a traitor. Your secret is safe with me.”
Gracia and Ashlan turned to go up the stairs. As they did, Ashlan noticed the time.
“Well, it’s time to open up shop. You better make yourself scarce, in case the Wind Drakes do get themselves on the radar.”
Gracia started for the door. Before she went out, she turned back to face Ashlan. “So would you ever do it again? You know, if it payed good enough?”
Ashlan went behind the counter. “No amount of cash could make me go back. But if it was for a good cause? A really, really good cause? Maybe.”
Gracia grinned. “Alright. Just don’t let your guard down because you're reformed, alright? Odician would still arrest you if he got the chance.”
Ashlan looked down at the counter and sighed. “Believe me, I know. That guy never gives up.”
With that, Gracia walked out of the shop. Ashlan walked over to the sign and turned it to the ‘Open’ side. He then set about making sure everything was in perfect condition. The potions were fresh and in place, the alchemy kits for sale, and everything was in place, the way it should be. Sometime today a new tool would be coming in, an alchemy table that was much more efficient than the individual kits. It would reduce the time it took to make potions in half, and he would get much more out of the reagents than before. The table would allow him to refill lost stock much quicker, and he may even be able to let people use it-for a small fee of course. It had been a very wise investment on his part. Costly, but over the long term it would bring in more than what it cost to order.
Ashlan was looking over the regeants once again when someone came bursting through his front door. It was High Charity, and she looked like she was going to have a panic attack.
“Whoa, Charity, calm down. What’s wrong? Did something happen?”
“Ashlan, I need to borrow some money.”
Ashlan was taken aback. People came to him with strange requests all of them time (Mostly Potions), but people almost never came to him for money.
“Well, how much, and what do you need it for?”
“30 bits. It’s for-”
“Wait, how much! 30 bits is a lot of money to just come out of nowhere to ask for Charity. What do you need it for?”
“I need to buy something. Please Ashlan, it’s really important.!”
“Well, maybe you can tell me what it is first? Sit down, you look like your nerves are fried.”
Charity hesitated for a moment, then came inside. Ashlan immediately regretted having brought her in.
“Um, Charity, when was the last time you took a shower?”
“About 3 days ago. Why?”
Wait a minute, Ashlan thought, sudden need for money, not bathing, and she won’t tell me why she needs the money…
“Charity, have you been drinking?”
Charity’s face was like that of a deer caught in the path of a pyromancer’s flames. She managed to recover it fairly quickly.
“Everybody drinks Ashlan. Water, Milk, Tea-”
“Ok, then, let me clarify. Are you asking me for money so you can go out and buy alcohol, which you will then proceed to consume in excessive amounts?”
“I wouldn’t call it excessive…”
Ashlan glared at Charity. “So your telling me that you have the nerve to come into my place of business, during operating hours, to ask for money so that you can buy booze?”
“...Yes?”
Ashlan turned away from her. “Charity, I’m going to have to ask you to vacate the premises.”
Charity was confused. “What?”
“Leave. Now.”
Charity had a look of disappointment on her face. “Please Ashlan, it’s not like I’m addicted or anything-”
Fed up with his friend, Ashlan lashed out at Charity. “If you weren’t addicted you wouldn’t have come to my door begging for money! Get out of my house and my place of business, NOW!”
The last word came out of his mouth with a particular amount of force. So much it actually caused Charity’s hair to blow back a little bit. Needless to say, this shout was more than enough to scare away Charity. She threw open the door and scrambled out of the shop. Before the door swung shut, Ashlan saw Twilight with another girl standing outside the store. She had long pink hair and a creme colored skin. Ashlan didn’t get a chance to notice anything else because the girl ran off screaming. Twilight walked into the store.
“Well, congratulations on making a good first impression on Fluttershy. What was that all about?”
Ashlan turned to check something under the counter. “Charity was having a bit of a problem, and she came to me asking me to help with it. It’s really kind of personal, so if we could move on to the next question…?”
Twilight sat down in a chair near the door. “Well, thanks to that shout of yours, Fluttershy is even more scared of you now. I was barely able to get her up here a first time. Now you have to get her to talk to you, because nothing I say will be able to help her.”
Ashlan slumped his head into his hands. “Well, excuse me if I didn’t know you were right outside at the moment I happened to lose my patience. Is there something you needed besides that?”
“Well, no, but now that I think about it, do you have anything to knockout a dragon?”
Ashlan looked up from his hands. “What?”
“Not a full grown dragon, but a baby dragon maybe?”
“...Why?”
“Well, it’s just that Spike is overdue for one of his seven-hour bubble baths, and it’s not very easy to get him in…”
Ashlan saw no sense in this conversation. “You give your baby dragon seven hour bubble baths?”
“Well, once a month. It’s a lot easier than getting him to take a half hour bath everyday.”
“Well, to answer your question, no, I don’t have anything to knock out a baby dragon. I do have something that can calm him down long enough for you to get him in the tub. It’s kind of like catnip for dragons, which means it may or may not help you.”
“What is it?” Twilight was suddenly very interested in something that could help calm Spike down in a hurry. “How much is it?”
“Well, it’s a flower I found in the Everfree forest. I don’t know the name of it, but I do know it has a calming effect on dragons. And Redguards. And wolves. And Imperials. And pretty much anyone with low poison resistance.”
Twilight recalled a flower with similar properties. “Is this flower a sort of blue color?”
“Yes, have you seen it before?”
“Ashlan, that’s called Poison Joke.”
“Oh, what’s so funny about it?”
“The pollen from Poison Joke makes you high.”
“Oh, that’s hilarious.”
“Except when you’re trapped in a field of it for almost 7 hours. We’d probably still be there if it weren’t for Zecora.”
“Oh.” Ashlan looked down awkwardly. The two stood there silently for a moment, then Ashlan broke the silence.
“”So what’s the deal? I thought Spike loved his 7-hour bubble baths.”
“Well, yeah.” Twilight said, “Once he’s in the tub. Getting him to get in the bath is another story entirely.”
Ashlan pulled out a book labeled ‘Reagents’ and started flipping through the pages. As he flipped through, he bookmarked several items with his finger. Upon reaching the end of the book, he went back to the bookmarked items and wrote them down on a piece of paper. Twilight was relieved to see that Poison Joke was not on the list.
“Alright, I can have something by tomorrow. Can you wait that long?”
Twilight shrugged. “I guess I can put off his bath another day. He’s really going to like you now. By the way Ashlan, are you doing anything this Friday night?”
“As a matter of fact I do have something planned. I was going to go hunting.”
Twilight looked disappointed for a second, then said, “Well can I come with you?”
Ashlan was caught off guard. Usually that excuse always deterred Equestrians, considering they detested killing things. In actuality he was going to go collect a bounty on another criminal, and this one seemed more dangerous than the others, considering he was a dracomancer like Twilight.
“I don’t think you could handle what I go after, Twilight.”
Twilight was becoming more insistent. “Really? What are you hunting?”
“Hydras.”
Ashlan hadn’t even thought about the words before he had said them. It was fairly obvious it was a lie, as no sane person would hunt down hydras. Luckily, Ashlan had an excuse to cover it.
“Their scales and teeth have excellent alchemical properties. You can’t buy that stuff at the market, now, can you?”
Twilight stared Ashlan in the eyes for a few seconds. “Oh really?”
Ashlan stared back just as intensely. “Really.”
Twilight stared for a bit longer, then turned and left the shop without saying another word. Ashlan would have to be careful he wasn’t followed when he went to collect this one. Still, it was only Tuesday, and by then she would probably have forgotten. Besides, Ashlan didn’t want Twilight to come along for this. He had a personal grudge against anyone who used dragon magic for self-gain. It had started when he was young, and was the reason he was such an effective assassin. It was also one of his most well kept secrets. He doubted anyone who had known about it was still alive, because they had most likely found out on the receiving end of it. Which not many people lived through. Still, that was a tale for another time.
End of Chapter 4

Author's Note

I'd like to once again thank my editors 'mangophd' and 'rradt2001' for making this story all the better. By the way, I've killed five dragons already in Skyrim and I haven't even fully learned the first shout yet. My advice to avoid them? Stay on the path. My advice to find them? Go off of it.

The Way of the Voice

Chapter 5: The Way of the Voice
It was late Friday evening, and Ashlan started to close up the shop. Making sure there was no last minute buyers, he turned the sign to closed and headed upstairs. Going into his room, he got everything ready for the long night ahead of him. Next on the list of bounties was a character known simply as The Scale. He was a master of dracomancy, able to conjure up drakes and wyverns with little difficulty, and possessed magic well versed in fire and ice. He was followed by a small troupe of warriors, archers and mages. They were reported to number around twenty, but would pose little threat once Ashlan was in the zone. He was only worried about how to tackle Scale once he came face to face with him. By the time he reached him, he would already know of his presence, and would no doubt be summoning creatures to search him out.

Ashlan decided it would better not to dwell on the issue, and went downstairs once he had all of his gear ready. He grabbed some Potions of Healing from his private stash, and as an after thought added a potion to create a magic reflecting barrier. Throwing on his cloak, he went over to eat dinner. It was a quick meal of salmon meat, which only left Ashlan more time to worry about his foe. As skilled as his opponent was, Ashlan thought about his own skills to help soothe his nerves. He was a talented archer, a skilled short-swordsman, and had a high skill in Alteration, Illusion, and Restoration magic. He was stealthy, and quick on his feet. His knowledge of alchemy was unparalleled in the area, and he knew 13 different ways to kill a man while unarmed.

With all of this, he shouldn't have been nervous, but there was a feeling that something about tonight was going to be different. A feeling that this might be the last time he set out to-
No, Ashlan couldn’t afford to think like that. Doubt is the first step to failure, and to fail tonight would mean almost certain death. The sun had set, and no one was out in the streets. Pulling his cloak over himself, he set out to rid the world of one more criminal.
The hideout was far away from town. Ashlan would be gone for the better portion of the night just getting there. As he walked, he tried not to let his thoughts get the best of him. He’d almost been killed by a dracomancer before, and even then, Twilight had been his friend. Ashlan did his best not to think about what this one would do to him.
The hideout was just over the next hill now, and Ashlan crouched at the top to get a good view. His first impression was that it was not going to be as easy as he had thought.
Ashlan hadn’t been expecting a few flimsy tents around a campfire, but he certainly hadn’t been expecting a small fortress like the one in front of him. There were thick stone walls, not too tall, but tall enough that climbing them was out of the option. The only entrance that Ashlan could see was guarded by two warriors in heavy armor. Archers and mages roamed the top of the wall, and at each watchtower in the four corners of the base were crossbow-wielding snipers. Ashlan was going to have to think up a new way around the defenses, when he heard a noise from somewhere behind him.
Turning to face the potential threat, Ashlan saw no one. Listening closely, he could hear minute breathing in a bush off to his right. Not the breathing of an animal, but of a person…
...A person who had been following him…
...someone who knew he was going somewhere tonight…
...someone who wasn’t happy about it…
...someone whose name was-
“Twilight?”
To his relief and horror, Twilight stepped out of the bushes with Spike close behind. She gave him a What the cuss is going on look. Ashlan had been caught.
“Ashlan, what are you doing here? I thought you were hunting hydras.”
“First off, who in their right minds hunts hydras, second, what are you doing following me if you thought I was hunting hydras?”
“Well, I…” Twilight was at a loss for words. She found them again rather quickly. “I asked you first!”
“You want the truth? I’m out to collect a bounty on a criminal who is somewhere inside that fort. Now you answer my question.”
“I was worried about you. You know, because you were supposed to be hunting hydras?”
Ashlan groaned. He had been counting on the unexpected tonight, but certainly not this. If he went forward with it, Twilight would follow him, and both of their lives would be in great danger. If he didn’t he would be bored the rest of the night.
The pros and cons seemed to even out, making his choice even more difficult.
“Well, unless you can offer some kind of help, I’m going to have to ask you to stay out of this.”
Twilight looked furious. “You expect me to let you go in there alone!”
“Keep your voice down! They’ll know we’re here if you keep yelling like that!”
“I’m whispering!”
“You sound like you’re whispering through a bullhorn!”
“I am not!”
“Quiet!”
“We’re way over here, what’s the worst that could happen? They fire a few arrows at us?”
A loud roar suddenly filled the air, and a large shadow passed over the moon.
“Did I mention the criminal is a dracomancer?”
A large dragon landed in front of Ashlan and Twilight. It had green scales, and its claws were easily the size of Ashlan’s head. Its eyes were like a snake’s, and they were looking at both of them. Spike started growling, which was easily the cutest and most non-intimidating thing Ashlan had ever heard.
“Don’t move.” Twilight whispered.
“What?”
“A dragon’s vision is based on movement. If we don’t move, it won’t see us. It works on Spike all the time.”
“Spike also likes to humor you, in case you couldn’t tell. It can see us.”
“No it can’t.”
Ashlan was starting to get ticked off. “Listen, I’ve had a few run ins with dragons. That doesn’t work.”
“Wait, you’ve encountered dragons? Why didn’t you tell me? And if it doesn’t work, why isn’t it attacking us?”
“First off, you never asked, second, I don’t like to talk about what happens when I kill a dragon, third, I don’t know why it isn’t attacking us.”
The two of them turned to face the dragon, who was staring directly at them. Ashlan leaned a bit to the left, and the dragon’s gaze followed. After establishing that the dragon could in fact see them, Ashlan came back to a crouching position.
“Hello?”
The dragon let out a tremendous roar and lunged toward the two. Ashlan easily dodged out of the way, but Twilight had a bit more trouble. After seeing that Twilight was the easier meal, it turned to finish her off. Ashlan had other ideas.
“Hey, you over sized wyvern, over here!”
No response from the dragon. Ashlan pulled out a potion and tossed it underhand at the dragon. It landed right on the dragon’s head and shattered on impact. The dragon turned to face Ashlan.
“Wait, was that the calm or fury potion?”
The dragon lunged at Ashlan once again, but Ashlan was prepared. He skillfully front flipped onto the dragon’s head and planted his wakizashi into the back of the base of it’s skull. The dragon roared with pain, and took off to the sky, with Ashlan still on it.
Hanging on to the knife still in the dragon’s head, Ashlan was doing a fairly good job at not letting go. The dragon twisted and somersaulted through the air, but Ashlan didn’t fall off. Meanwhile, Twilight was watching from the ground in sheer terror-while taking notes of course.
Ashlan analyzed the situation. He didn’t have anything that could deliver a finishing blow to the dragon, and possessed no spell powerful enough to calm the creature at this point. However, he did have a deep knowledge of alteration and illusion magic, which he decided would be a good time to put to use.
Using an illusion spell, he made it so that the dragon wouldn’t be able to feel him on his back. It worked fairly well. The dragon whipped around to see if Ashlan had fallen off, which he hadn’t. But Ashlan was just getting started. The trickiest part was here: he pulled his knife out of the dragon’s skull. Luckily, the dragon was flying in place right now, trying to decipher where he had presumably fallen. Using his alteration magic, his small knife was engulfed by an aura image of itself, slightly bigger, just as sharp. Focusing his magic, he willed the aura blade to grow larger. Soon it was the size of a normal sword, but Ashlan didn’t stop there. It was now as big as a greatsword, and as light as the actual knife. Finally, the blade was big enough to be seen from the ground, which Ashlan made a point of showing off to everyone below.
Pulling back his now gigantic knife, he swung it in a wide arc, aiming at the point where the dragons neck met the base of its skull. The area erupted in a spurt of dragon blood as the dragon died instantly from having one of the few one-hit kill areas being slashed open. There weren’t many places you could use to instantly kill a dragon, but Ashlan had just hit one of them. The dragon’s corpse went into a freefall toward the fortress below.
A dragon’s corpse plummeting toward a structure, that when it landed would end the lives of anyone still alive from it’s rant...Ashlan had a distinct feeling he’d been in this situation before. Ashlan realized he was going to hit the ground just as hard as the dragon.
“Hey, Arkay and Stendarr?” Ashlan had never been religious, but he figured this was as good a time as any. “I know people don’t usually refer to you in the same sentence, but I think I deserve some mercy, and I really don’t want to die. If I have any more flying to do today, could you let me know?”
Everything was thrown into a swirl of disorientation as Ashlan hit the ground atop the dragons back. Rolling off of the side still dazed, he stood up and got a grip on his surroundings. There were two archers and a mage still aimed on him.
“So, was that a yes, or a no?”
Spike flew at the mage with blinding speed and knocked him to the ground. The two archers pointed their weapons at the baby dragon, when they were both sunken to the ground by Twilight’s Lightning spell. The poor mage hadn’t stood a chance against Spike, and Ashlan was surprised at how messy Spike could get.
“Amen.”
Twilight rushed over to check on Ashlan, but her and Spike quickly backed away when they saw what was happening to the dragon. Its skin was peeling away, and it was quickly being surrounded by a magic whirlwind. This whirlwind then found it’s way to Ashlan, who was caught up in it as well, until it suddenly stopped. Ashlan seemed invigorated with power, and all that remained of the dragon was its skeleton.
Ashlan had just absorbed a Dragon Soul.
Twilight and Spike were both freaking out. Twilight because one of her friends was apparently a Dragonborn, and Spike because he didn’t know whether or not he was next. Twilight ran up to Ashlan.
“Why didn’t you tell me you were a Dragonborn?!? This is huge!!!”
Ashlan looked away. “You don’t go around making a big deal that you can do that sort of thing. Just a general rule of Thu’um.”
Twilight was too busy squealing with joy to laugh at Ashlan’s pun. Ashlan turned back to face her.
“Besides, I’m not a dragonborn.” he added.
Twilight could’ve cared less. “Then what do you call that?” she asked.
Ashlan turned away again. “I don’t like to talk about it. I found out about it when I was seven. My father found out a few days later. Suddenly I wasn’t just another slave anymore. He tried to get me to do it in front of people for money, but I never did. People would look at me like a freak, not some kind of prophesied hero. That’s what I get for being half-dark elf and half-argonian. He would always yell at me like it was my fault no one thought I was special. One night he just wouldn’t stop about it, and I accidently...let loose a shout.”
Twilight was taken aback by the story, and remained silent to let Ashlan finish.
“Needless to say he died almost instantly. Morrowind was under severe quarantine at the time, so I took a boat to Solstheim, then to Skyrim. After that I traveled to Cyrodiil, and started over. At least I tried to. People still couldn’t get over how freaky I was.”
Twilight almost felt like crying for her friend. To have such an amazing talent, and have nobody to help you refine it, let alone to not have anyway to support yourself?
“Anyway, that’s enough about me for now. I wasn’t a slave when I came to Equestria, but for all people cared about me, I might as well have been. I don’t think anybody here survived that crash. Let’s head back to Ponyville. And Twilight-?”
Twilight looked at Ashlan with both respect and sympathy for what he had been through.
“-Not a word of this to anybody. If you can keep this a secret, I...might be able to show you a Dragon Shout. Maybe. But not a word of this to anybody, understand?”
Twilight didn’t say a word, she just nodded in a silent agreement. The two of them headed back to town. As they were walking back, Ashlan pulled the cloak over himself again to hide his identity once more. The walk home was silent, save for the occasional clearing of a throat from one of the two. When they reached Twilight’s library, they took a moment to look at themselves. Spike and Ashlan’s faces were covered in blood, and Twilight’s robe had seen better days. If the situation hadn’t been dampened by itself, the two might’ve laughed at each other’s appearance. The two just stood there silently for a moment, when Twilight spoke up.
“Well, I should probably get inside. Spike’s going to need another bath now.”
Ashlan grinned. “Probably. I’m going to need to wash this outfit when I get home.”
“Oh, that reminds me,” Twilight said, “Rainbow Dash wanted to talk to you about something yesterday. It had something to do with your house.”
Ashlan shrugged. I’ll worry about it later. Right now, I’m just going to go home, take a shower, and head to bed. See you tomorrow, Twilight.”
With that, Ashlan started to walk home. Thankfully, it wasn’t too far from the Golden Oaks Library. On the way there, he thought about everything that had happened that night. Twilight now knew to of his biggest secrets, the bounty hunting and his Dragonborn powers. He didn’t consider himself some legendary hero waiting to happen. He was just someone who happened to have special powers. He only knew a few words of power, mostly from the things he’d done for money in Skyrim. Finding words of power was no easy task, especially when he was under constant pressure from everybody who’d found out to go train with the Greybeards on the Throat of the World. Luckily, even their voice’s range had limits, and they’d never found out somehow. As he walked into his house, he wondered how long it would be before people found out about the dragon. More importantly, after a stunt like that, how long it would be until Odician found out about him.
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Ashlan woke up the next morning to someone pounding on his door. Still exhausted from everything that happened the night before, he went downstairs to see who it was. Approaching the door from the staircase, he could hear Pinkie Pie calling his name over and over again while pounding on the door. Once he opened it, he saw Rainbow Dash and Rarity were standing there as well.
“What’s going on? Is there an emergency?” Ashlan asked.
Rainbow Dash spoke up. “Ashlan, something really weird happened outside of town last night! You have to come see it, right now!”
Ashlan had a good feeling he knew what they were talking about. He decided to answer it like a joke.
“What, is there a dragon or something?”
“Not anymore! Everyone’s freaking out about this, you have to come right now!” Rainbow Dash was obviously both very excited and very upset about it. Rarity was doing her best not to show her nervousness, but she wasn’t doing a very good job. Pinkie Pie was just freaking out.
“Alright, let’s go see what happened.” Ashlan went out the door, but the three of them rushed ahead at a breakneck pace, so Ashlan had to run to keep up. The sprint led them out of town and, just as Ashlan expected, to the site of the battle last night. A large crowd had already gathered outside the fort, and guardsmen both Imperial and Equestrian were doing their best to hold back the crowd from the scene. The four friends pushed ahead to the front, where they could see Twilight on the scene with Shining Armor and a figure Ashlan recognized very much.
“So Twilight, what exactly could do this to a dragon?” Shining Armor asked his younger sister. Twilight leaned down to touch the dragon skeleton, faking wondering what it was. Ashlan felt special that Twilight would lie to her brother to protect him.
“I’m not sure, but whatever it is, it-” Twilight started, but Captain Odician cut her off.
“Twilight, if you really do know who did this, then we need to know. They could be dangerous. More importantly, we need to know what a dragon was doing so close to Ponyville.”
Twilight looked up at the two Captains, then sighed a breath of defeat. “I was out here last night, following a friend of mine. I thought he was going to get into danger, so I wanted to make sure he was safe. This dragon showed up, and he killed it, and...it turns out he was a Dragonborn.”
There was an audible murmuring from the crowd. A Dragonborn was an incredibly rare thing, something that may never even happen once in your lifetime, and there was one in Ponyville? The captains of the guard were interested in this as well. A Dragonborn could very well be stronger than both of them combined, and may be just what they needed to catch Ashlan.
“Twilight, who is it? We need to talk with them about this.” Shining Armor asked. Twilight looked down nervously.
“Well, he doesn’t like people to know about it, so...he made me promise to keep it a secret. I’m sorry.”
Odician was disappointed, needless to say. Still, perhaps there was another way to get the identity of the Dragonborn to come forward. Perhaps a reward, or finding out from another friend of the Dragonborn…
“Mrs. Twilight, is he here now? In the crowd, perhaps?” Odician was insistent on finding out who it was. This person could be either a huge help or threat to the safety of the province. A Dragonborn could be a very bad thing, as evidenced by Ulfric Stormcloak in the history of Skyrim. If Twilight couldn’t tell him a name, perhaps she could describe his character. At least they would know if Equestria was in danger. “At the very least, could you tell us if he stands for the Empire?”
Twilight stood up from the skeleton. “I’m not sure, but I can tell you he’s definitely not an anarchist. I think he’s indifferent about who rules, as long as they’re a good ruler. So you two don’t have anything to worry about.”
Shining Armor and Odician let out a slight sigh of relief. That was a small load off of their shoulders. Still, it was important that they knew the identity of this Dragonborn in case there was an emergency and they needed his help.
Back in the crowd, Ashlan was slowly slipping backwards toward Ponyville. After some careful maneuvering, he managed to break free of the crowd and made a fast-walk toward the town. Once he was back at his shop, he took a slight breath of relief. The fact that Odician hadn’t caught him was a slight load off of his shoulders, but he still needed to be careful in case they decided to stay in town for a while. Which they probably would while trying to figure out who the Dragonborn was. Although he was upset at twilight, he technically hadn’t made her promise to keep the fact that there was a Dragonborn a secret: she had just promised to keep the identity secret, which she did. And Ashlan was grateful she had at least done that. Still, it couldn’t be avoided that they would be staying at least another day.
It wasn’t like Ashlan was a master at Dragon Shouting. He only knew three shouts as of that day, and even then he hadn’t used them in a while. Still, they had served him well in his days as an assassin, each being incredibly useful in its own way. The words of power still burned brightly in his mind, and Ashlan still remembered each of them as if he had learned them yesterday. Even more impressive than the fact that he was a Dragonborn was how he had discovered it: by killing a dragon at the age of seven.
For some reason, that made Ashlan wonder why he’d become an assassin in the first place. Was it because he’d killed a dragon, and wanted to see what else he could challenge? Was it because the killing of the dragon sparked some twisted spark in him that set his heart ablaze everytime he took out a target? Perhaps it was after he killed his father and it was the only thing left for him to do? Yet maybe it was because he wanted less people in the world like his father? Maybe he had been driven to it because he needed the money and an opportunity presented itself? Or may be it had been his destiny to go through that time in his life?
Maybe it was his destiny to be an assassin. That was a scary thought. To have your only purpose in life be to end others. Maybe that’s why Ashlan had never believed in a stone-set destiny. Because some part of him wanted to deny he’d be stuck as a killer forever. Whatever the case, Ashlan didn’t believe in soothsayers and prophecies. Because nothing was set in stone. Because tomorrow was guaranteed for no one. Because nothing is truly written in the stars. At least to Ashlan.
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The next day, Ashlan set up shop as usual. Ashlan had caught word of Rainbow Dash’s birthday being this week, so he was expecting Pinkie Pie to come in any moment now. At about noon, she came bursting through the door.
“ASHLAN!”
“Yes Pinkie Pie? And use your inside voice.”
“When’s your birthday?”
The question caught Ashlan off guard. He had never really celebrated his birthday, since either his father refused to or he had been doing other things. So the short answer to the question was really going to be a surprise for Pinkie Pie.
“I don’t know, Pinkie.”
“WHAT!?! HOW DO YOU NOT KNOW WHEN YOUR BIRTHDAY IS?!?”
“Ashlan winced at the volume Pinkie Pie screamed. “I don’t know, Pinkie. I’ve never celebrated it before, so I kind of just...forgot, I guess.”
Pinkie Pie’s hair drooped. “You mean...you’ve never gotten a birthday party? Ever?”
Ashlan almost felt bad for giving an honest answer. He should’ve just given her a random date. It was too late to back out now, though.
“Nope. my father didn’t see me as a true son, so he never thought it was important, so-”
“What about your mom?”
That really caught Ashlan off guard. His mom had never really been in the equation as a kid, so he’d never really thought about her growing up. “I never knew my mom, Pinkie. it was just me and my dad growing up. That, and about a dozen other slaves.”
Pinkie Pie was really getting depressed now. She must’ve never heard Ashlan’s backstory he’d given everyone in town.
“Didn’t they throw you a party?”
“With what money? Besides, I was my dad’s son and his slave. He viewed me as below him, so he never threw me a party. The other slaves had a grudge against me because I slept in the house and not a shack like them. I slept in a broom closet in the house, but they didn’t know that. So they thought I was getting the special treatment, so they hated me more than my dad did. Like I said, my mom was never in the picture. I never had any friends off the plantation because I never got to leave the place. And when I did leave, no one wanted to be my friend because they were all afraid of me after what happened to my dad, so-”
“What happened to your dad?”
Ashlan cursed under his breath. “He died.”
“Did you kill him?”
Ashlan took a deep breath. He wasn’t going to lie to Pinkie Pie, but he was going to word this very carefully.
“Yes. There was an accident that was my fault, and he paid the price for it.”
Pinkie Pie was noticeably shaken. Ashlan shouldn’t have brought it up in the first place. Pinkie was almost crying. Pulling herself together, she looked up at Ashlan.
“Well, he sounded pretty mean anyway. If was an accident, then it doesn’t matter. As long as you learned from your mistake.”
“Right. So did you need anything else today? Maybe for an upcoming party of a friend, perhaps?”
“Oh, right! I need something for Rainbow Dash! What do you think she’d like?”
“Well, I don’t know Rainbow Dash that well, so your guess is probably better than mine.”
“Ok, I’ll go ask her! Bye Ashy!”
Before Ashlan could correct on the nickname, she sped out the door to presumably go find Rainbow Dash. Still a little unsettled, Ashlan went back to making sure the shop was in top running condition. He had been right about the alchemy table-it had saved him a lot of money, and it had been only a week. The efficiency of the table meant more could be made with less, and to a higher quality at that. He had decided to keep the smaller versions he sold before, only because sometimes an alchemy table wasn’t available, and he heard it had become a pastime of some adventurers. Either way, he would continue to sell the kits.
After a few hours, Ashlan decided he would close up shop early today. As he set about locking everything valuable up, he heard someone knocking on the door. Going over to check, he saw Rainbow Dash waiting for him. Ashlan presumed she had remembered what she wanted to talk to him about.
“Hey Ashlan, I have a question I wanted to ask you.”
“What is it?”
“Well, two things actually. First off, do you like your house?”
The second question of the day to catch Ashlan off guard. “Yes?” Ashlan said, rather confused at the question.
“Are you sure? What if you have a bigger one?” Rainbow Dash inquired.
Ashlan was quickly becoming annoyed. “Rainbow, get to the point.”
Rainbow Dash took a breath.“There’s a plot of land for sale outside Ponyville. It’s not too far from Ponyville, and you struck me as an outdoors guy.”
“Where exactly did you get that?” Ashlan asked.
Rainbow Dash shrugged. “I don’t know. Maybe it’s because you spend so much time in the Everfree Forest? Anyway, you interested?”
Ashlan was wondering why Rainbow dash was offering him a random plot of land. So he decided to ask. “What would I even do with land like that anyway?”
Rainbow dash silently laughed. “Build on it, duh.”
Ashlan said, “Look Rainbow, I’m not an architect, I’m-”
“Applejack’s barn says otherwise.” Rainbow Dash interrupted.
Ashlan was getting fed up. “That’s because your friends were guiding me. I’m not an architect. I’m a ‘point me in a direction and get out of my way’ guy, ok?”
Rainbow Dash looked offended at that for some reason. “Huh, you don’t seem like that to me. You strike me as a, ‘shut up and get behind me’ guy. A leader, you know?”
Ashlan was doing his best to not lash out. This conversation was quickly becoming tiresome. Ashlan said, “Look, I’ve spent my whole life taking orders, Rainbow. In one way or another, that’s my life. I’ve never taken charge of anything myself. At best, I was co-leader, with someone else by my side to take charge with, ok? Now please leave me alone.”
Before Rainbow Dash could respond, Ashlan shut the door on her. He immediately felt bad for doing so afterwards. After debating with himself for a minute, he went back and opened the door. Rainbow Dash was there, but she didn’t look angry: if anything, she was sad.
Ashlan spoke up. “You said you have two questions for me?”
Rainbow dash turned away. “Sorry. I didn’t realize I was bothering you.”
Ashlan grabbed her by the shoulder and said, “Look, I’m sorry. It was just getting old fast. If you need something, I’m happy to help.”
Rainbow Dash turned around. “I was wondering if you knew anyone who needed work. You know, a quest maybe? Take down some bandits, recover a jewel, something exciting, you know?”
That was three for three on catching him off guard.
Ashlan thought for a moment. “Hey, you know about Dwemer Ruins?” Ashlan asked.
Rainbow dash scoffed. “I know I’ve heard of them before, but I don’t know what they are.”
Ashlan decided this would be a good time to explain the concept of raiding ruins to Rainbow Dash. “They’re these old ruins that are all over Tamriel. It’s possible there are some here in Equestria. They usually have valuable stuff in them. Swords, pottery, whatever you can carry, it’s yours.”
Rainbow Dash looked around. “Um, Ashlan, isn’t that stealing?”
Ashlan answered her, “Not since the Dwemer died out who knows how long ago. They’re just treasures waiting to be taken, if you're brave enough.”
Rainbow Dash got a gleam in her eye. “So it’s like what Daring Do does?”
Ashlan had no idea who that was, but he decided to go with it. “Sure.”
Rainbow Dash was excited now. “So what kind of traps are in there? Are there bandits?”
Ashlan shrugged. “Not a lot of traps, probably bandits, but what you really have to watch out for are the robots. Dwemer were really advanced, most of their automatons still work today. If you can handle that, you should be fine. You’ll probably need a weapon though.”
Rainbow Dash didn’t wait another second. She sped off to go prepare herself for the great adventure that lay ahead of her. Ashlan smiled. He remembered he had just closed the shop, and decided to go upstairs to take a nap, glad he had been able to help a friend.
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Ashlan was awoken by a very loud and frantic knocking at his door. After answering the door, he found Rarity, Applejack, Pinkie Pie, Twilight, and Fluttershy, all with a very worried look on their faces. Ashlan noticed Rainbow Dash was missing from the usual six.
“Hey, where’s Rainbow Dash?” Ashlan asked.
“Your guess is as good as ours.” Twilight said. “She was frantic earlier today, talking about some kind of ruins she found in the Everfree forest, and how she was going to be like Daring Do, and then she just took off toward the forest.”
Ashlan groaned. “How long ago was this?”
“5 hours.” Rarity said. “Please, can you help find her, just see if she’s alright?”
Ashlan must’ve been more tired than he thought if he had been asleep for five hours. Now he felt bad for bringing it up. “Do you know where she headed?” Ashlan asked.
Fluttershy presented a map with a circle drawn around an area in the Everfree forest. “We managed to figure it out. Please, don’t let anything bad happen to her.” Fluttershy pleaded.
Ashlan looked up at the five. “I promise I’ll bring her back, for better or for worse, but Rainbow Dash will come back to Ponyville. Let me get a few things ready, and I’ll leave as soon as I can.”
The five looked grateful, but still had a worried look about them. Ashlan gave them a reassuring nod, then went inside to get ready. It wasn’t long, he just had to put on his bounty hunting equipment. Wyvern hide armor? Check. Cloak of Shadow Sight? Check. Wakizashi? Check. Bow and arrows? Check. Ashlan had everything ready in a matter of minutes. He brought along some healing potions in case, and went back outside. Fluttershy and Pinkie Pie were taken aback by his appearance. Ashlan remembered they had never seen this side of him. Pulling the hood of his cloak up, he rushed off to find his friend lost in the Everfree forest.
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After about 15 minutes of walking, Ashlan came to the spot where he would have to go off of the road. Taking a breath of courage, he went into the tangled mess of greenery. After leaving the path, it would take him about five minutes to get to the ruins they’d marked on the map. After about two, he heard something rustle in the brush. Turning to face the potential threat, Ashlan was taken aback by what he saw. It was an imperial soldier, one Ashlan had never seen before. His armor indicated he was a fairly high rank-at least, he had been.
He had a large slash in his left side, and the armor around it had been melted completely. This man had once been a soldier, but now, he was a mindless zombie. Whose attention was currently focused on killing Ashlan. Making a lunge, Ashlan was easily able to outmaneuver the zombie and end its suffering with a stab to the back of the head. The zombie collapsed instantly.
Necromancers. That was the only answer to why it was here. Necromancers, however, don’t hang around Dwemer ruins due to the lack of bodies. But they had never said these were Dwemer ruins...Ashlan really hoped he was wrong. Rushing silently to a clearing, his worst fears were confirmed. This was not a Dwemer ruin.
It was a Daedric ruin.
Ashlan instinctively checked to make sure his hood was up. It was a nervous habit. If Rainbow Dash had come here, then Ashlan had to assume the worse. Still, he had promised to bring her back, even if that meant carrying home a corpse to bury. Ashlan saw a mage walking the grounds by himself. He was looking for something. It had been too soon for them to notice his appearance, which meant someone from the outside was still alive. Ashlan hoped Rainbow dash had found a good place to hide, if she hadn’t gotten out already. Ashlan noticed there were a few other bodies scattered around the site. Presumably a few guards had gotten through, but not for long, as evidenced by the zombie he had encountered. Ashlan noticed a figure sneaking up on the mage. It was a guard: Ashlan assumed he was the only one left. With a single swift motion, he thrust his sword into the mage’s back, letting him slump to the ground afterward.
Ashlan noticed another figure sneaking up on the lone guard undetected. Ashlan pulled out his bow, pulled back an arrow, and let it fly into the would-be assassin’s heart. The guard turned to face Ashlan, who did a slight bow to show they were on the same side. The guard came over to Ashlan, and he immediately recognized the figure. Ashlan had just saved Captain Odician’s life. Luckily, the cloak Ashlan wore shrouded his face, even up close, thanks to the special enchantment. Captain Odician offered his hand. Ashlan assumed he wasn’t recognized yet.
“I assume you’re not one of those cultists?” Odician asked.
Ashlan returned the handshake with a gloved hand, then walked past the guard. Odician followed behind.
“You must be Wyvernhide, correct? The guards in Ponyville were talking about you. That is you isn’t it?” Odician asked.
Ashlan simply nodded as they approached the entrance to the inner ruins. Odician continued.
“A man of few words I see. Your actions speak loud enough I suppose. They say you’ve been turning in a great deal of criminals without uttering a single word. Strong and silent type I guess.” Odician said, seeming to be impressed by Ashlan’s false identity.
As the two walked in, Ashlan’s Shadow Sight enchantment immediately alerted him to danger. There were two warriors waiting to ambush them behind two of the six pillars that held up the interior. Ashlan silently pointed to the two of them, hoping to get the point across to his new and most definitely temporary ally. The captain seemed to get the point, as he circled around to the one on the front left. He took him out with a sweeping blow to the knees followed by a slash to the head. The other popped out with an arrow loaded into his bow: luckily, Ashlan was faster and landed another arrow through the heart, delivering another fatal blow. Odician turned to face Ashlan.
“You’re a good shot, and a quick one at that. I think I’ve only ever met one as skilled with a bow as you. Luckily, we’re on the same side, unlike him. Would you be interested in helping me track him down?”
Ashlan proceeded to the stairs at the far end of the corridor. They led deeper into the ruins, the next level underground. Before Ashlan went on, Odician grabbed him by the shoulder.
“You know, it’s considered rude to ignore someone like that. You know, you’ve stayed silent this whole time, and you’re starting to remind me of a criminal that escaped to this country… one that is still missing.”
Ashlan remembered the voice he had used on the ship when he first came to Equestria to freak out the guards. He had done it with the help of his illusion magic, and he decided now would be a very good time to bring it back.
“Do you quesssstion my motives? If sssssso, you would be very foolish in neglecting my asssssistance.” Ashlan said in a slithery voice. The trick was not to exaggerate every ‘s’ sound in the sentence.
It worked very well, as Odician took a step back. Regaining his composure, he pressed his question again. “Care to explain what exactly your motives are then?”
Ashlan decided to answer honestly-in the creepiest snake voice possible though. “I am here for the one they call Rainbow Dasssssssh. Her friends have requessssssted my assistance in her safe return.”
The two snuck down the stairs leading to the lower level. There was no one there, and Ashlan detected nothing, so he went forward a few steps. At that moment Ashlan audibly heard something in the shadows. He turned to face the direction, as did the captain. While doing so, he was leapt on from behind by something. he was able to turn himself over, and found himself looking straight into the beady eyes of a Dremora. Knocked to the ground, the creature roared in Ashlan’s face, giving Ashlan an opportunity to strike at it with a left hook, then a right. This only aggravated the creature, and it pulled back it’s massive arm to take a swipe at Ashlan. he decided this would be a very good time to put one of his dragon shouts to good use.
“Sil liiv rein!”
The dremora immediately slumped over dead from the shout, and Ashlan pushed its carcass off of him. When he looked over to Odician, he saw the knight dealing with another of the same creature. Pulling out his bow, Ashlan put an arrow through the reptilian creature’s skull, causing it to fall over like the one Ashlan had killed. Odician looked at Ashlan with a look of newfound respect and admiration. He obviously still didn’t recognize him.
“That was a dragon shout! You’re the dragonborn then?” Odician exclaimed.
“Yesss, that is me.” Ashlan answered, almost forgetting to use his accent.
Odician inquired further. “Just what exactly was that shout?”
Ashlan had nothing to hide. Besides, maybe the captain would think twice before messing with him should his identity be revealed.
“Sssssssoul Scream. ‘Sil’ means soul, ‘liiv’ means wither, and ‘rein’ means roar. It’s enough to kill a dremora, and dissssssable a grown dragon. It’s not an officcccccial shout, but with a deep knowledge of dragontongue, it may as well be.” Ashlan answered.
The captain approached Ashlan, then said, “Well, I’m also here for Rainbow Dash. One of her friends thought it would be wise to send the guard. When we didn’t return, they must’ve thought to send a Dragonborn. A wise move on their part. We underestimated their strength.”
Ashlan acknowledged the captain with a nod, then the two walked through the long underground hallway, being precautious for other creatures of Oblivion. When they reached the end, there was a half open doorway to yet another lower level, although this one seemed much less used than the others.
Odician let out a whistle. “This place sure goes deep. Deeper than most other Daedric Shrines.”
Ashlan simply nodded. As the two went down the stairwell, it made a turn around halfway. When Ashlan and Odician saw the other half, they realized how Rainbow Dash was misinformed.
“This entire temple is built on Dwemer ruins.” Odician realized outloud. “if Rainbow is still alive, she must be down here somewhere.”
The two proceeded to the Dwemer section of the ruins, as Odician called out for Rainbow Dash. Ashlan searched for her silently as well. Approaching one end of the room, his cloak of Shadow Sight alerted him to someone waiting behind a box to jump out at him. Coming up to the box carefully, Ashlan looked around the corner…
...and was almost stabbed in the face by a very frightened Rainbow Dash. Luckily, Ashlan was faster, and grabbed her hand before the dagger reached his face. Holding her by the shoulders, he removed his hood just enough for the cloaking effect to go away so that she could recognize him.
“Ashlan?” she said very quietly. Ashlan pulled the hood back on fully and shushed her with his finger, and nodded to let her know it was him.
Helping her up from behind the box, Ashlan signaled to Odician that he had found Rainbow Dash. Odician came over immediately.
“You must be Rainbow Dash, I presume? Your friends asked me to help find you. I’m Captain Odician of the Imperial Guard.” Odician said. Glancing down at the dagger in her hand, he continued. “Perhaps you should come a little more prepared the next time you explore ruins.”
Rainbow dash grinned. “Maybe,” she said, “Let’s just get out of here, ok?”
The three looked at each other, then started for the staircase. As they reached the top, Rainbow Dash talked about how she had almost gotten the treasure and how she had been forced to hide in the Dwemer part of the ruins. For someone who had had such a close encounter with death, she seemed ok.
Ashlan walked behind the two, listening in on the conversation. The duo in front reached the staircase with Ashlan a few steps behind them, when a dark cross-barred cage of magical energy separated Ashlan from the two. rainbow dash tried to get to Ashlan, but was literally shocked by the magical cage wall separating Ashlan from his friend. Odician helped her up, and the two were confused on how the cage had gotten there. Suddenly a voice broke through the dark room.
“Oh how I do love a good story, but it seems like every one of them has a part I don’t like. I suppose each writer has to do what he must.”
Ashlan turned around to see a man materializing like a shadow taking form. When he fully appeared, he was a Breton, a little taller than Ashlan. He wore a black suit with an intricate design of gems, giving the appearance of starlight. His hair was long and dark, and neatly combed to each side of his head straight down. He wore a pair of gloves with some kind of enchantment on them, which Ashlan could not discern. Ashlan could see a rapier sheathed on his belt. His appearance made Ashlan uneasy.
The man continued. “Allow me to introduce myself. I am Crescent Moon. Everyone has a story, but there is one part of mine right now that I seek to change.”
Ashlan spoke up. “Oh yeah, what part is that?” Ashlan realized a second too late he had used his normal voice in front of Odician. He would worry about it later.
Crescent continued. “The part where you’re here, killing my men!” He eased his tense posture. “Now, I’m going to make it simple on you-drop your weapon, and I’ll make your end quick and easy. If you should refuse…”
Ashlan raised his bow with an arrow loaded. The man scoffed. “Please. The only lasting stories are written in stone. I saw this battle coming. You have no chance of defeating me.”
Ashlan decided to respond with his own story remark. “Well, the stories everyone likes are written on pen and paper. And my story is still being written. Nothing is guaranteed, especially not you if think you can defeat me. So excuse me while I take a metaphorical stick of dynamite to your story of stone.”
Ashlan let loose the arrow straight at Crescent’s chest. To everyone's surprise, he teleported quick enough to dodge the arrow-and reappeared right behind Ashlan.
Crescent grimaced. “We’ll see about that. We’ll bring your story to an end right here, before it becomes intertwined with ours.”
Before Ashlan could respond, Crescent moon teleported again. This time however, he reappeared only long enough to launch a smoking barrage of magical energy at Ashlan, disappeared, and repeated the process from a different spot in the room. Crescent was moving so fast that Ashlan couldn’t get a lock on him before he disappeared and launched his attack again. Admittedly, the barrage didn’t hurt too badly, but it was coming constantly from almost every direction at once, and the smoke from the attack was limiting his visibility. After about a minute Ashlan fell to the ground after he could no longer stand. The relentless attack continued despite his injury.
Ashlan quieted his breath and focused on trying a pattern in Crescent’s attack. After about thirty seconds, he had deciphered the pattern, and readied his arrow toward the ground, anticipating when he was going to appear. When he was ready, he let loose an arrow into empty air. Just as he had anticipated, Crescent teleported right into the path of the arrow. Although it didn’t hit him through the heart, it did knock him down, which was enough for Ashlan to regain his strength and stand up.
Crescent was furious someone had managed to stop his attack. “How did you manage to know exactly where I was going to teleport?”
Ashlan smiled at the shocked cultist. After drinking the healing potion he’d brought with him, he answered. “It wasn’t easy, with the constant attack, but there was a pattern in your attack. You were teleporting around a triangular fractal, which gave you fifteen points to attack from. After I realized that, it was just a matter of deciphering which ones you were teleporting to.”
Crescent pulled the arrow from his chest and stood up. “Fine. You win this fight, Ashlan of Morrowind, but this is your only warning: If you continue to interfere with our plans, your story is going to take a severe turn from a comedy to a tragedy. The queen will return as scheduled, and the night will last forever!”
With that, Crescent faded away into the shadow again, this time not returning to the room. Ashlan’s Cloak of Shadow Sight was in ruins, leaving his identity completely exposed to Odician and Rainbow Dash. With the disappearance of Crescent moon, the bar of energy between them faded. Ashlan approached the two.
“Come on Rainbow Dash, let’s let everyone know you’re ok. Odician, we’ll talk later.” Ashlan said.
Rainbow Dash looked between the two men. “Oh, do you two know each other?”
Odician looked surprisingly calm, although upset that he had been working with a notorious assassin the whole time. “I have the unfortunate pleasure.” He replied. “He’s right, let’s get you back to Ponyville.”
Rainbow Dash looked confused as to why Odician had used the term ‘unfortunate pleasure’ but decided not to question it. The three exited the ruins and made for Ponyville. Before they left, Rainbow simply had to point something out to Ashlan.
“Hey Ashlan?” she said.
Ashlan turned to face her. “What is it?”
Rainbow Dash tried to hold back a laugh. “When you were explaining to that guy how you figured out his attack pattern and all that…?” she said.
“Yes?” he asked.
Rainbow Dash smiled. “You sounded like a total egghead.”
Ashlan didn’t bother with a response.
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After seeing that the other Elements of Harmony were not at Ashlan’s shop, they decided to check the Golden Oak’s Library. The moon was at it’s highest now, signifying it was late into the night. Upon entering the library, Rainbow Dash was greeted by all of her friends with a warm embrace.
Twilight was the first to ask the inevitable question. “Are you alright?”
Rainbow Dash answered her friends. “Yeah, thanks to Ashlan and Captain Odician. Those two were a really good team.”
Ashlan immediately answered, “No we weren’t.”
Rarity said, “Oh, don’t be so modest you two. You did an excellent job at rescuing Rainbow Dash.”
Captain Odician spoke up. “He means we aren’t a team. And we never will be. Not where he’s going anyway. Ashlan, by the power invested in me by the emperor I place you under arrest.”
The six women were taken aback. Applejack spoke out. “Just what exactly for?!?”
Odician turned to Ashlan. “So you haven’t told them yet?”
The six friends turned to Ashlan. “Told us what?” Pinkie said in a sad voice.
Ashlan took a deep breath. “What I told you about my life before Equestria was a half-truth. Yes, I was a slave as a kid, but after my dad died, I really wasn’t a slave to anyone. The clothes I was wearing when I came here weren’t from a slave ship. I don’t even know if those exist. I was on a prison ship for Skyrim.”
There were mixed reactions from his friends. Twilight and Pinkie Pie looked disappointed, Rarity just held her head in her hands, Applejack and Rainbow Dash looked furious, and Fluttershy had an awfully good poker face.
Rarity managed to regain her composure long enough to ask, “Whatever for?”
Ashlan continued. “I was an assassin. Probably the best in all of Tamriel. And that’s not me being full of myself. I really was one of the best at what I did. When I was on the ship, it was attacked by a dragon and sank. Being argonian, I was the only one that survived. When I got to Equestria, though, I thought I could use it as a chance to start over. I didn’t want to do that anymore. Not to people who didn’t deserve it anyway. Guess that second chance is gone.”
The six looked at each other, then back to Ashlan and Odician. Applejack was the first to express her opinion. “Well, so what if ya’ made a few mistakes back in that other place. Yer’ still one of the best friends anybody ‘round here could ask for.”
Ashlan looked down. Odician spoke. “Be that as it may, it doesn’t change the fact that Ashlan is an escaped convict. Even if he has changed, he still needs to serve his sentence.”
The others looked down at the ground quietly, then Rainbow Dash lashed out. “Your face is an escaped convict! We’ll start a petition!”
Ashlan spoke up. “You can’t petition this kind of thing Rainbow Dash. Besides, I’d really appreciate it if you didn’t go around making a big deal out of it.”
Rainbow Dash stepped back. “But-”
Ashlan continued. “Just tell everybody I’m going away for a while, if you have to tell them anything. If I’m going away, I’d at least like to keep my reputation.”
Rainbow dash prepared to argue, but Twilight pulled her back. She spoke to Ashlan. “We’ll do that for you. It’s the least we can do. Right girls?”
The six friends nodded in agreement. Odician remembered the dream he had about Ashlan admitting who he was in front of everyone. It had been a lot less gratifying than he had thought. In fact he was disappointed. But he still had a job to do.
“Here’s how this is going to work: I’m going to take Ashlan to the train station, then to a harbor where a prison ship is waiting. I’ve sent word for them not to take off without him. After that, he’ll be sent off to serve his time in a prison in Skyrim, along with other criminals like him.”
The friends all looked at each other, then said their goodbyes to Ashlan. After it was all said and finished, Odician walked Ashlan down to the train station. A train was waiting for them. Ashlan noticed something was off.
“Hey, how come you're not putting me in bracers?” Ashlan asked.
Odician walked him onto the train and into a seat. He sat down across from him. “Because you saved my life. Twice. You may still be a convict, but I have a feeling I can trust you. At least until we get to the harbor. Then by law I have to put you in bracers. But until then, enjoy your last hours of freedom.”
Ashlan turned to the window as the train started to move. “Kind of hard to do that when you know they’re your last.”
Odician and Ashlan sat there for a moment of silence, then Odician talked. “Do you believe in destiny?”
Ashlan turned to face him. “I believe we have control over it. And I believe nothing’s ever written in stone. As for whether it was destiny that you caught me-which I know is what you're trying to ask-I just think it’s karma. I don’t believe in destiny, but I do believe that all the bad things you do will be accounted for, whether that’s in this life or the next.”
Odician nodded, and the two remained fairly quiet for the rest of the ride to Ashlan’s final destination.
End of Chapter 5

Author's Note

Wow, I already have 5 chapters. Nice. I'm getting father on Skyrim, so as of chapter 5 I'll try to name every chapter after a quest in the game. Also nice. Sorry this chapter took so long, my editors weren't doing so well. I'd like to thank mangophd for single-handedly editing this chapter. (with a few corrections I spotted). rradt2001, the pressures on, man! Thanks for being my editors, and thank all of you for being loyal readers! Until Chapter 6, my friends, and try not to take an arrow to the knee!