I serve the lord of...

Life was good, I had fun, I had friends, now not so much. Now I have to deal with losing half of my emotions and memories while figuring out what to do in a world filled with rainbow colored horse people. Oh and i'm a Daedra now, so yeah.

So if you are familiar with the Displaced then you know how this will go, if not, let me explain.

My name is Willem Löwenthal, I’m Dutch, and I was having a great time at my first convention in America. I was dressed in what I thought was the best designed and made armor there was: the Imperial Daedric armor from the elder scrolls online.

I was walking around looking at the stuff that was sold there. Up to the point where I actually bought something.

Now I’m stuck in Equestria with talking pony people, as a prince-less Dremora Dragon Knight.

This is my first fic so don’t lose your marbles if I screw up a little, please.

Help is always welcome.

This takes place in the displaced multiverse.

MLP is owned by Hasbro.

ESO is owned by Bethesda.

Cancelled

Gore

My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic

Dark

Alternate Universe