Author's Note

I'm not dead, I'm just pining for the fjords.

Chapter Thirty-Five: I Don't Want to Wait

Chapter Thirty-Five: I Don't Want to Wait
"I’m sorry, it’s just that nothing is making me mad."

I ducked into the cracked entryway and shook some of the water off myself. I could just barely hear the creaking of the building over the pouring rain.

Wringing out my hat, now with splotches of peach dye on the inside, I caught sight of some familiar graffiti on the wall of a nearby house. 'Mare-do-well was here'.

"Another one? Huh... convenient." I tapped my chin. "Sheesh, that mare's been everywhere."

I squeezed in through the open door and pushed it further shut, the sound of the harsh rain outside becoming muffled and joined by the dripping of a leaky ceiling.

I pulled off my jacket and adjusted a few of my feathers before throwing my hat onto a nearby bookcase. I dropped to my haunches and shook the jacket out, then threw that on the shelf as well.

I felt something press against my head and froze.

"Who are you?" Asked a disembodied voice, one with some sort of distortion effect that made it sound a lot deeper and raspier than I figured it actually was.

"Uh... hi, I'm Raid. Didn't mean to bug you or anything, just wanted to get out of the rain," I replied as calmly as I could. "I can leave if you want."

"Are you a slaver?"

"No."

"Raider?"

"Do I look like I'm wearing a bunch of cobbled-together crap for armor?"

The voice was silent for a moment. The pressure against my temple lifted away.

"Right, sorry..." there was a shimmer in the air in front of me, and a somewhat large pony in black armor appeared. "Nopony followed you, right?"

"Not that I know of."

The pony groaned in relief. "Thank Celestia... I am not up for fighting just yet..."

The pony reached up to the helmet and gave the neckpiece a slight twist, pulling the entire thing off and revealing an exhausted-looking charcoal-colored mare with brilliant amber eyes.

She rubbed one of her temples. "Uhn... what time is it, anyway?"

I took a look at my pipbuck. "Almost eleven at night."

"Really? Wow... I must have been more... ugh…” She rubbed a hoof across her face. “More tired than I thought."

"So are you 'Hearteater?" I asked.

"Uh... maybe? I've kinda been out of it for a few days. For the record, I don't think there's anything to loot in here," she said. "The place was dry when I found it."

"Really? Shame. I was hoping there might be some better food than what I've got."

Her ears perked up. "You have food?"

"Yup." I smirked at her in a friendly way and produced a jar of pickles. "Plenty to go around if you want any."

"Please!" She asked hopefully.

I rolled the jar over to her. She opened it with a happy squeal, and immediately ate three of them, barely chewing the first two and scarfing down the last.

"Wow... you must have been hungry."

"Mmm..." she finished off a fourth pickle and put a hoof on her stomach with a satisfied sigh. "Yeah, I've been having some trouble keeping anything down. Feeling much better today, though. Still feel like crud, but not as much. Just lucky I haven't been attacked in a while."

"Yeesh." I winced. "Sounds rough."

She hummed in agreement. "Least I get some help, though. Split's tinkering upstairs."

I hrrm-ed. "Think I could join up with you?"

"What, fighting slavers?" She blinked when I nodded. "You want to help a random mare who pointed a gun at your face fight slavers?"

I nodded again.

"Uh... okay, I guess."she narrowed her eyes at me. "But if you turn out to be a spy I'll do horrible things to you."

"Right. Message received," I chuckled.

~~~~

"Alright, up, down, up, down, left, right, left, right," I said, watching as the filly made the motions with her wings. "Back, around, aaaand... go!"

Snow charged forward in the direction of her mother, launching herself a foot into the air with a flap of her wings. She came back down somewhat hard and ended up stumbling, almost crashing into Hea-Ashes, who simply caught her foal in her forelegs.

"Good try, Snow." The mare smiled.

Snow giggled and buried her face into Ashes' chest. The other three mothers in the room let out a chorus of 'awww's, while Crunch, Zeed and Knives just chuckled.

"For a two-year old? That was amazing." I laughed. "Most pegasi don't actually fly before they're six. These are really just exercises anyway."

"Well it was still a good try." She nuzzled the little white pegasus, smiling as her daughter giggled again.

The sounds of a vinedog yelping in an excited manner made both Ashes and Snow jump.

Zeed moved over to the window and peeked out. "Oh hey, dad's here!"

"Oh, good," Misty said. "I almost thought I'd have to go find him."

The dogs yapped again, making Snow squeak and try to hide beneath her mother.

"Hey, it's alright, Snow." Ashes gave the filly a gentle nudge. "I’m right here."

Zeed trotted outside, a cheerful smile on her face. Ashes cautiously followed her out, with Snow staying under her. Misty and the others went next, with me behind them.

The dogs panted happily as they pulled the wagon along, with Kara holding the reins. Nezan sat beside her with a grin on his face, giving her bits of advice. Upon seeing the vinedogs, Ashes seemed to relax quite a bit, despite keeping Snow close and stayingnear the door.

Nezan hopped off the wagon and unhitched the dogs who, with the exception of Schwann, rushed over to start licking Misty. She laughed a little and gently pushed one away.

"Hey, cut it out," she said, patting... Hooke, I think, on the snout.

Kara hopped off as well and ran to give her mother a quick hug.

Snow, still hiding behind Ashes' front legs, watched the vinedogs in awe.

Ashes hummed in thought. "I thought vinedogs had wings?"

"Just the females," Kara said. "In case they gotta get away real fast."

I flew over to Carver and patted him on the head, a smile on my face. "Hey, dude, what's up?"

He panted happily as I scratched his back between his front and middle legs. His back leg started kicking.

I heard Snow giggle as she watched me.

"You can pet them if you want," Nezan said, grinning. "They won't bite or anything."

The filly's eyes widened, and she gave Ashes a hopeful look. The mare regarded Schwann for a moment.

"Alright, but you have to do what Mr. Kazdri says, okay?" She nuzzled her foal.

Snow squealed in delight and rushed over to Nezan. I paused to watch.

"Snow, this is Schwann," he said.

"Hi Swa- um... zw..." the filly wrinkled her nose as she tried to say the name. "Hi Schwann!"

"Now, most vinedogs are friendly, so they'll just walk right up to you." He gave Schwann one of those almost imperceptible 'trainer's signals', and the bug-like animal bent his head down and nudged Snow, who giggled. "Usually that means they want attention. So, just reach out, and put your fetlock on his muzzle, and move your up."

The zebra demonstrated, using Schwann as an example. Snow watched intently, her eyes wide in amazement. Ashes seemed to gradually relax as she observed the demonstration.

"Here, you try." He gave the vinedog another signal, prompting Schwann to lower himself to Snow's level.

The filly reached out and touched Schwann's muzzle. She giggled when he pushed his face into her hoof.

Not really looking, I reached out to give Carver a scratch behind the ears, and was surprised to find a patch of soft pony fur instead of vinedog moss.

"Eh... Zim, not that Ah mind, but why are ye scratchin' mah head?"

I looked to see Knives giving me a wry smile from beneath my hoof.

“Eh… Sorry.” I chuckled and scratched the back of my neck. “Wasn’t paying attention.”

She sidled up close to me and grinned. "It's alright. It's nae th' weirdest thing anypony's done tae meh."

"Well, now I'm curious," I said.

Knives gave me a small kiss on the cheek. "Nae tellin'."

Ashes, Misty and Vill all started laughing about something. Knives frowned for a moment, sending a dirty look Vill's way. She looked away again and muttered something, the frown still on her face.

I rubbed her shoulder. "You okay?"

"Aye. Aam fine," She grunted. "Dun worry about it."

"You sure? I know you don't like her, bu-"

"Ah said Aam fine, alright?" She glared at me.

I chuckled a bit. "Right. I'll... I'll just stop talking... aheh..."

She winced and her ears went back. "Sorry, Ah didnae mean tae snap..."

"Hey, it's fine. You don't wanna talk about it." I pulled her into a hug. "Still, though..."

My train of thought was derailed by a loud squeal of laughter from Snow. The filly was riding on top of Schwann, with Ashes holding back laughter as the large, red vinedog walked around the area, keeping the filly stable with his tail wrapped around her middle.

"Yay! Go Snow!" Ashes cheered with a giggle.

Snow laughed hysterically as the vinedog paraded around, flapping her wings in excitement.

"She's sae cute." Knives chuckled.

Schwann snorted and gently deposited the filly in front of her mother.

Snow's ears went down as she pouted at the dog. "Awww..."

Schwann licked her nose before slinking towards Misty and sitting beside her.

"It's okay, Snow. Sometimes his back starts to hurt," Kara said. "He used to give me rides, too."

"Heh... I remember that." Nezan chuckled. "You were adorable."

The filly's cheeks reddened, a small groan of embarrassment leaving her throat.

"He also hadn't been shot as much back then." Nezan patted the vinedog on the head. "Almost lost a middle leg, once."

Schwann snorted again.

"What do you say to Mr. Kazdri, Snow?" Ashes nudged the little pegasus.

"Thank you, Mr. Kazdri!" She squeaked happily. "Thank you, Schwann!"

Yet again, the vinedog snorted.

"You're welcome, Snow." The zebra grinned.

Snow giggled, then gasped. "Momma! We gotta go get the stuff!"

Ashes blinked. "Why's that?"

"It's Tuesday," The filly squeaked. "We have ta get the stuff, momma!"

"Stuff?" The mare blinked again. "Oh! Right, Strainer's here today."

The filly nodded frantically.

"What's going on?" Zeed asked.

"We gotta go get stuff for momma so she doesn't fall asleep again," Snow whispered in the loudest possible way.

"Strainer is bringing more coffee from Fifteen, today. First, though..." Ashes explained, sweeping Snow off the ground and onto her back. "We are going to clean you up, Miss Messy-feathers."

"But momma..."

"Hush. You have to preen so your feathers can grow right."

"She's right, you know," I said. "It's harder to fly when your feathers are all messed up."

Snow's ears went up, and she looked at one of her wings in a curious manner.

Misty smiled. "Yup. Clean feathers are totally nicer. And they look prettier."

The filly gasped. "I wanna be pretty!"

Her mother snorted a laugh and trotted back into the house. "Okay, okay, calm down."

Snow giggled. "I'ma be a princess!"

"Oh, and I promised you guys a tour." Ashes chuckled.

"Cool!" Kara said.

"I'm gonna get a piece of cloud for Snow." Misty made for the wagon. "Before I, like, forget again."

~~~

"Well, the barricades get inspected every other day," Ashes said, gesturing to the wall of junk metal down the street. "That's what Split's been doing. Keeping watch and making sure it stays in one piece."

"Anything different from the last time I was here?" I asked.

"Not really." She yawned. "Not that I've noticed, anyway. Snow, come back here.”

The filly flapped her wings, slowly scooting along atop her cloud until she bumped up against her mother. She smiled at the older mare, who shook her head with a smile of her own. “Be careful, you little nut.”

“A’kay!” The foal squeaked.

“Tell him about the statue.” Crunch snickered along with his marefriend.

“Oh, yes. Tell him.” Split smirked. “I’m sure he’d like to hear it.”

Ashes sighed. “I don’t wanna tell him about the stupid statue. He can see it himself.”

My eyebrow went up. “Statue?”

“Oh, definitely.” Split moved over and whispered conspiratorially in my ear. “It’s bloody massive. The ex-slaves made it entirely out of scrap.”

Crunch sidled up next to me in a similar manner. “You shoulda seen the look on her face when they showed it to her. She keeps trying to convince them to tear it down, but they keep saying ‘no’.”

“Stop it, guys. They’ll see it in a minute anyway.” Ashes groaned.

“Not if you go this way they won’t.” Split’s smirk widened.

The grey mare rolled her eyes and grumbled to herself.

“Come on, Heart.” Crunch laughed.

“Fine! Just shut up about it.” She stopped walking for a moment to rub her face in irritation. “Not like I can pretend it doesn’t exist.”

The couple snickered for a moment while the rest of us continued to follow Ashes. Pointing out shops and landmarks along the way, she took us down several streets, each becoming busier and busier as we reached the center of the town, something I found a bit odd, considering the sun had gone down hours ago. Finally, we found ourselves in the busiest street, and were met with the sight of a gigantic metal statue, maybe about ten feet tall, of a pony in a familiar helmet standing on her back legs with a rifle held in one hoof and a pistol in the other, pointing the larger gun down the street towards the entrance to the town.

“What is that?” Zeed squinted at it.

Ashes sighed and rubbed her face again. “Last year everypony said they wanted to make something to ‘commemorate my good deeds’. Apparently this is what they had in mind.”

“It’s not as fun to hug as momma…” Snow pouted, hopping from her cloud onto her mother’s back, tucking the cloud under her wing, and snuggling into Ashes’ mane.

"Hey, at least they didn't use your face," I said.

"Wait, that's supposed tae be Ash?" Knives twitched one of her ears.

"Nope. It's Hearteater." Crunch laughed.

"Huh... they got the teeth on the helmet and everything." I tapped my chin.

"I had to stop them from making this weird voice recorder thing for it, too." Ashes rolled her eyes. "I really don't want it yelling propaganda all the time."

"It's kinda cool." Vill tried to stand on her back legs to get a better look, almost falling over before Kara caught her.

"Cool? It's awesome! It looks like she's about to shoot a bunch of bad guys in the face!" The younger zebra laughed, making banging noises with an imaginary gun.

"Aye. Aam wi' ye oan that," Knives added. “Looks like mom’s advice really worked fer ye.”

“Yeah, actually. Especially that bit about making a reputation. Nopony messes with me at all.” Ashes’ smile wavered for a moment. “Not sure how long it’ll stay that way, though.”

“I dunno…” Crunch grimaced. “I can still hear some of the screaming.”

Split nodded. “That makes two of us.”

“Hey, after what he did, he deserved it,” Ashes huffed. “Poor foals…”

Knives and Zeed glanced at each other, a worried look crossing both of their faces.

Suddenly, Vill gasped. “Are those grapes?”

The mother-to-be sqee’d in joy and rushed over to one of the nearby stalls. “Holy crap, they are!”

Knives blinked. “Is she seriously excited about grapes?”

“Apparently,” I chuckled.

Vill started frantically searching through her saddlebags, quickly withdrawing a bag of caps. The pony at the stall gave her a confused look as Vill slammed down a surprisingly large number of them. The stallion shrugged, and hoofed over four paper bags, with Vill took with an excited grin and rushed back to join the rest of us. She immediately took out a hooffull of grapes and scarfed them one by one.

Kara laughed a bit, and Misty gave Vill a knowing smile.

"Hey, mom, can I take a look around?" Kara asked, a hint of hopefulness in her voice.

Misty hummed in thought, pausing when Ashes whispered something in her ear. The zony gave her an inquisitive look, to which Ashes nodded.

"I can go with her if you want," Nezan said.

"Well..." Misty bit her lip. "Yeah, I guess if you're with her..."

"Hey Vill, you wanna come?" The filly grinned at the teenager, adjusting her jacket.

Vill stopped shoving grapes into her mouth for a moment to shrug and nod before swallowing. "Sure, okay."

“Cool!” With that, the filly grabbed Vill by the foreleg and pulled her further into the market. “Come on.”

Nezan chuckled and gave his wife a quick kiss. “I’ll see you later.”

Misty smiled and waved after him.

“Your husband’s quite handsome,” Split said.

“Yeah, he is.” Misty sighed dreamily.

“So, how about we see something more interesting than…” Ashes sighed again. “The giant statue of my alter-ego?”

“What, yer a superhero nao?” Knives snorted a laugh.

Ashes threw her hooves up into the air. “Sure, why not! if Mare-Do-Well can get away with it, why not me? Heck, I heard rumors about Jolly Rodger doing a show about me.”

“Hey, is that a pegasus?” Zeed asked, pointing towards a small dot in the sky.

I squinted at it. “I think so… too small for a griffon… but the wings are all… Oh, it’s Stock.”

“What’s she doin’ here?” Knives asked.

“I dunno. Hope it’s nothing bad.” I said. “Be right back.”

I pulled back my jacket and flew towards Stock. She stopped in mid-air and gave me a disapproving look. I stop just in front of her and blinked. “What?”

I barely managed to dodge her punch, rolling out of the way and zipping behind her. “What the hell, Stock?”

“You left me behind you prick!” She glared at me. “You didn’t say you were leaving or anything.”

“You were busy!” I yelled in a defensive way.

“You still could have said something.” She snorted. “I went all the way to Fifteen trying to find you.”

“How would I have gotten to Fifteen by now? I’m traveling on the ground, remember?”

“Well I didn’t expect you to take a detour. The hell are you doing here?”

“Knives and Zeed have a friend from the Prison here,” I said. “I happened to know where she was.”

“Yeah, well you’re family’s on their way, just so you know.” Stock snorted again.

My face paled. “What?”

“Yeah, my husband came to visit because his squad was in town.”

My eye twitched. “WAT?”

“They should be leaving Common, soon. At least two Verts. They’re taking the usual search route.” She sighed happily. “Cracked even said he might stay a bit longer.”

“Your husband’s name is- gah, never mind. Any idea when they’re getting here?”

“Maybe about two days.” She shrugged. “You know how slow they are.”

“Shit! Shit, shit, shit, what am I gonna do?” I rubbed my temples as I tried to think. “How did they even find... oh, fuck. Somepony from Raftwater must have told them!"

"Relax, they're not searching for you."

I blinked. "Oh... well at least there's that, but I do not want to deal with this

"Yeah, and I don't like getting ditched."

"Shut up, Stock. You would have hung back anyway."

"Well, yeah, but still..."

I groaned in frustration and dropped out of the sky, zooming back down to join my friends and ignoring Stock's protests.

"Guys, we have a problem," I chuckled. "Apparently my family's heading this way..."

Everypony stared at me.

"Is that bad? Do you hate your family or something?" Zeed asked.

"What? Oh, no, I love my family." I waved a hoof dismissively. "I just don't know of they feel the same anymore."

Ashes raises her eyebrow. "Oh, really. So you've been wandering the wasteland when your family is out to get you?"

"No, I just left when they didn't want me to. Spectrum was turning into...something I didn't like." I coughed. “They might want to shoot me on sight, now. Well, maybe not my sisters, but the rest of Spectrum probably will.”

Ashes frowned. “So now you’re being chased by your murderous family?”

“They’re not murderous. They don’t even know I’m here.” I gulped. “I hope… But-”

“They’ll be here in a couple days. It’s some hunting contract they picked up. AND STOP DITCHING ME.” Stock smacked me on the head. “It’s annoying.”

I rubbed my now aching skull and glared at the ghoul.

"They probably won't be too happy to see me. A lot of ponies went with me, after all." A grin spread across my face. "About twenty soldiers and fourteen civvies."

"And did they stop looking for you?" Ashes was giving me a suspicious glare.

"Yeah. I got lucky and found about eighty bottles of useable mane dye in an old house." I grinned. "Nopony ever saw 'that rainbow-maned stallion' again. Except for you guys."

Ashes blinked in surprise. "Rainbow?"

"You never did explain that..." Zeed mused.

"Eh... I'll tell you later. Anyway, I'd like to get out of here as soon as possible if that's okay?" I gave the group a sheepish grin.

Misty glanced around for a moment. “I’m okay with that. I… don’t really feel comfortable here anyway, to be honest…”

“Aye. Aam fine wi’ it as well.” Knives shrugged.

Zeed glanced at Ashes. “I dunno…”

The earth pony sighed. “I’ll… just give me a bit to think, okay? I’m not actually sure if i want to go…”

“Really? I thought you were planning on leaving once you got the chance?” Split’s eyebrow went up. “Didn’t you say you wanted to get to Fifteen?”

“Yeah, but…” Ashes sighed again in a more frustrated manner and gave me a dirty look. “I didn’t expect my chance to be rife with danger.”

“What? It’s not my fault,” I said. “They’re not actually after me.”

“Just… look, I have more than one pony to think about, okay?” She pointed to the drowsy-looking filly on her back. “I mean, what would I even get from going to Fifteen?”

“A well-defended city, an abundance of jobs, friendly atmosphere, foals about Snow’s age, fellow pegasi who can teach her to fly,” Misty waved her hoof back and forth as she rattled things off. “Free health care, really good doctors, inexpensive housing, easily available and organic food that hasn’t been sitting around for almost a hundred-and-eighty years, emerging musical scene, the research team recently came up with this weird prosthetic-plant-thing… I can’t think of anything else at the top of my head.”

Ashes stood there for a few moments. I could almost see the gears turning in her head as she processed everything the zony said.

“Uh…” She scratched the back of her head, careful not to move Snow. “Well, then…”

“Bloody hell, now I’m tempted to move out there,” Crunch snorted.

“Sorry, love, but I’m not. I’d rather stay here.” Split kissed him on the nose. “And I’m not moving anywhere in my condition. I already hate traveling.”

“I’m… not coming up with any reasons not to…” The grey mare tapped her chin.

“Can I come too, momma?” Snow asked.

“Of course you can come, silly. I’m not gonna leave you.” Ashes craned her neck to look at her foal. “But… we’d have to get a new house. You wouldn’t have your old bed. Everything would be different. What about your favorite couch?”

Snow stared at her mother for a moment, then her eyes widened and she hopped up and down on the mare’s back, fluttering her wings. “Exploring!”

Ashes grunted. “Gugh… Snow, please- erk- don’t jump- geh- on momma!”

“I wanna explore! New house! New house!” The filly squeaked.

“Okay, okay, calm down!” Ashes managed to get a hoof on her daughter, holding her in one spot for a moment and dropping to her haunches. She let out a sigh of relief.

“I’ma explore and find special doors and dragons and treasure!” Snow cheered, sliding down her mother’s back.

"Uh... well, I guess that answers that..." Ashes chuckled. "But..."

She bit her lip. "But I'm not getting into any fights. If we hit trouble, then I'm taking Snow and hiding. I'll... give some fire support from a distance if I can, but that's it."

"I'm okay with that." I shrugged.

"Same." A smile spread across Zeed's face.

"Aye. Ah can gae wi' that."

Ashes grinned. "Great! I need to get some stuff packed. I'll see you in a bit, guys."

With that, she moved Snow onto her back again and charged off.

Knives laughed. "She fergot th' 'tour' again."

~~~

Green sighed, her ears flattening against her skull. The zebra had left her there without even saying anything. The filly glanced at the bright spot in the cloud cover, noting that it had moved a fair distance.

She jumped when the broken glass door was, once again, kicked open by a grinning zebra stallion, sending a wave of glass shards scattering across the ground.

"Guess who's back!" He yelled. "It's- augh!"

Wretch stormed out of the building, not bothering to look back at the stallion she'd shoved aside and punched in the chest.

Green stared in confusion as the unicorn headed towards Loss, muttering to herself.

Xixixix rubbed his chest and grunted. "Wow... she gets bitchier every minute..."

"Wh-what happened?" Green asked.

"She's just nuts, don't worry." He coughed a few times. "Erk... I think she broke one of my ribs... wasn't expecting that... c'mon, let's catch up before she beats someone else up."

The filly nodded, and with a flap of her wings, followed the zebra from a short distance away, hovering in the air.

"Wretch! Wait up!" Xixixix panted.

"Fuck y0u!" The mare screamed back. "JUst fuCk you, moron!"

"Yeesh, you weren't this hostile before." He laughed. "What the hell pissed you off?”

Wretch spun around and stormed back over to the stallion. She pressed her nose against his, and set her expression into a deep glare. Xixixix barely managed to keep an arrogant smirk on his face as he stared back at her. After a few moments, her glare started to waver.

“I don’t Knoooo0o-hoo-hooo!” Wretch burst into tears, pulling the zebra into a hug and sobbing into his shoulder. “ “I just feel so mad about everything and I don’t know whyyyy-hyyy-hyyyy!”

Xixixix blinked a few times, giving the upset mare a few awkward pats on the back as Wretch continued to cry. Green simply stared at the two in confusion.

"Uh... there, there?" He shrugged at the filly. "It'll be alright... I think..."

"He just told me he wanted me to help, that I needed that stupid orb, and now you keep doing stupid shit!" Wretch pulled away from the zebra and rubbed her eyes. He rolled his eyes with a smirk. "And I don't even know why I'm crying either..."

The unicorn sniffled.

Xixixix patted her on the back. "Hey, don't worry, it's not your fault I'm obnoxious. Come on, how about we actually head into the city, eh? Maybe get you some sleep?"

She sniffled again and started to trudge off towards Loss.

"Alright, let's go, then." He gave her a warm smile. "You coming, Green?"

"Is she going to be okay?" The filly asked.

"Hell if I know. She's completely nuts." Xixixix shrugged and followed the unicorn into the city.

Footnote 1: Diamond Knives

No stat changes.

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Footnote 2: Zeed Kazdri

No stat changes.

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Footnote 3: Prism “Zim” Blitz

No stat changes.

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Footnote 4: New companion! Ashes

S:8
P:5
E:8
C:7
I:5
A:8
L:6

Traits:

Primary:

Four Eyes: You can’t see for shit. +2 to Perception with glasses, -1 without.

Night Owl: You’re not sure if you have some batpony in your blood, or if all the coffee over the years has permanently altered your biology, but you just can’t stay awake in the daytime. +2 to all stats from 6 pm to 6 am. -1 to all stats from 6 am to 6 pm.

Secondary:

Steady Hooves: You get +20% accuracy when aiming with your hooves, but -20% when aiming with anything else.

Tag Skills: Small Guns, Sneak, Survival

Perks:

Intense Training (x7): Endurance +3, Strength +3, Agility +1

Toughness (x2) : +6 to DT
Cherez La Filly: +10% damage to the same sex. Also grants additional dialogue options.
Dark Mare: +10% damage to the opposite sex. Also grants additional dialogue options.
Silent Gallop: Run whilst sneaking with no penalty.
Expert Organizer: You’re pretty efficient at organizing your inventory. Halve the weight of all items in your inventory that cost 2 or less.
Strong Back: You can carry an additional 30 pounds… or 13.6078 kilos if that’s your thing…

Quest Perks:

Mother’s Wrath: Don’t ever mess with a mare and her foals. EVER. Especially when she’s a fairly good assassin. Whenever you think your foal is in danger, you get +15 to DT, +2 to Strength, and +15% damage, and you automatically succeed on intimidate attempts.

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To-Do List:

Active Quest:

Let’s Go Sunning: Make your way to Fifteen. Try not to die.

Other quests:

Sifting Through The Dust:

~~1) Find information on the location of Ashes.~~

2) Find information on the location of Obsidian Knives

~~3)Find information on the location of Nezan Kazdri~~