A Charr Astray or Scorched Equestria

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Portal Operation : New Interdimensional Express Station
Good Morning Ponyville! ");
Good Night Ponyville?

Portal Operation : New Interdimensional Express Station

Scorch Shadowclaw was a Charr. A huge savage feline with horns, claws and fangs. In his world of constant battle, he was the deadliest weapon of all. He respects no authority, but the clenched fist of his Legion. With engines of destruction the Charr had killed their gods and now view all of life, from magic to combat, with a hard, cynical eye. They reclaimed the land of Ascalon that was taken away by the humans generations ago and planted victory banners on the corpses of their enemies and build the Iron Citadel as their Capitol, yet if they would waver it could slip through their claws, for the human king ruling the City of Ascalon casted a spell upon his defeat damning him and all Ascalonians to become Ghosts haunting the ruins of their fallen Kingdom in eternal seek of vengeance. The charr always aimed for victory, at any cost.

"I live and die were secrets hide. I thrive were danger dwells. I am a soldier of the Ash Legion. I am the blade in the darkness. I earned the respect of my comrades and forged alliances i can call upon in times of need. My Legion teaches Stealth, Patience, Deception. We fight where the Citadel Commands, but only to aid the Ash Legions cause. Why have I been assigned to help our allies, the Asura, with their magical Experiment? Let the Blood Legion charge blindly to their deaths. Let the Iron Legion Build their Machines of War. You will find me in the Shadow. I am a Stalker and an Assasin and what is this?"
Scorch still couldn't believe that the Imperator of the Ash Legion Malice Swordshadow herself had send this command. She was the driving force behind the piece treaty between Charr and Humans and now she submitted the freshest Legionnaire just days after his promotion to some unstable magical experiment. He sighed. Well he would probably be blown into bits, but at least his Legion would have some sort of Contract with the Asura.

"This is an Order from the very top of the chain of command, Scorch. Don't forget that you order also is to gather as much information as you can while the Asura still have no way to detect a stealthed Ash Assasin. I can't come with you, so you will have to do this alone. Don't die on me, Shadowclaw our Warband is small enough with just the two of us. You will depart to the PO:NIES as they call it in 30"
Deeva his subordinate and only Warband Member left at the time briefed him. Female Charr weren't quite as bulky and got some sort of feline grace left in them. Since they were cubs Scorch was determined that they would have their own cubs when they retired from active front line duty, he just had not told her yet. He didn't deem it necessary since he was quite sure that she felt the same and there would only be unnecessary grief if someone died before making it through their first years.

Scorch sighed again. That was right, his Warband, the Charr he knew since he was a cub and trusted with his life, was dead. No one survived the lates assault of the Ghosts, except for him and Deeva.
"Okay, okay im on my way to the Asura and their peculiar abbreviated Operation. Why would they need a new Portal Station for inter dimensional express traveling any way?" He grumbled.
"It could help us attack our opponents in the mist wars from behind. And that would mean a lot."

Scorch shook his head, grabbed is backpack and his bags that Deeva had prepared for him and stepped through the Asuran portal to the transportation hub they had installed in his beautiful home Citadel. After arriving at Lions Arch he walked over to the portal to Rata Sum - the Capitol of the Asura- without loosing any time in the City run by ex pirates.

Scorch hadn't expected much from the diminutive spellcasters. When he thought of a city the Asura would build he thought of small, frail, vain and colorful buildings filled with so much useless but pretty magic that his head would hurt. As he looked around himself he actually like Rata Sum. It was a giant rock, apparently hovering in the air and from what he could see its basic structure was that of a cube on its tip with the city carved into it. The power emanating from the structure was used to keep it floating and to power many other floating or moving things around the City. He was quickly approached by someone who was just over half as big as him in his curved standard posture and Scorch was a small Charr. Not unusual Small but compared to some of the Warriors of Blood Legion he was tiny. The approaching Asura had the typical grey skin and dark hair that made Asura nearly indistinguishable for Scorch and looked at him like he might look at an animal he was going to test on.
"Greetings, test subject. Since you are mostly magically unradiated at the moment and we haven't had the time to compensate the magical radiation everyone accumulates in Rata Sum you might as well stay over there in this confined area. Look at me talking when there is science to do. Now, sentient being, don't stand in the way while actually intelligent beings try to work. We will fetch you in half an hour for the experiment."

Scorch didn't even had a chance to speak. He growled at the back of the small prick who was disappearing into the crowd. If he weren't supposed to keep a low profile and a good relationship with the Asura going he would have quickly planted an arrow from his shortbow into the head of the Asura.
There was no way that he would stay in the small circle on the ground he had been steered to when there was research to be done, so he stealthed - making him effectively invisible - using the skill he had been told was his own kind of magic. Most cubs discovered their talents for a certain class in the farhar, the place where parents gave their cubs to as soon as they were old enough to survive. He had shown the typical signs of the thief-class and was soon taught how to use his talents in favor of the Ash Legion.

While he wandered through Rata Sum he tried to remember every detail that could come in handy. The layout of the city, Guards, he overheard a conversation about how often the Genius Operated Living Enchanted Manifestations had to be shut down for maintenance and how and when big events would be drawing attention in the next few weeks. He only had half an hour and so he had to return quickly before anyone noticed his absence. He came right on time, the pricky Asura was returning from the other side of the portal plaza. Scorch slouched himself agains a crate and felt himself becoming visible as someone was looking for him.
"Where did you just come from? I told you not to leave this circle, you are endangering the whole operation! How can you teleport anyway, i was told you were no higher magic user?" The suspicious little bastard asked Scorch.
"Relax a bit, egghead, I didn't teleport, I simply am not seen if i don't want to be seen."
And with these words scorch stealthed again, the duration severely limited to a few seconds as long as someone was actively looking for him, but that was nothing the Asura needed to know. He broke his stealth and pulled the corners of his mouth up a bit in a smile, revealing his sharp teeth.
"See? Nothing bad."
The Asura grumbled some unpleasantries while he dragged Scorch with him to the PO:NIES. He gave Scorch a small stone.
"The Dimension we are currently in has a special etherical field. We found one of many defining structures that can according to our calculations only exist once in a dimension. This chosen reference point in our dimension lies a bit south from here at Magus Falls, so we call this the Magus Falls World. From the bits of intel we have from the Mistwars out there are dozens of Worlds that are nearly exact copies of this. We named them after where the reference structures have to be. We will now try to send you to one of these, all of us were too long here and are magically radiated. The resulting displacement could sent use to entirely different dimensions while the bit of it you gathered in the 3 minutes of unprotected exposure should only result in a displacement of a few kilometers.. Your job will be to survive there until this stone I just gave begins to glow. That means that it has gathered enough data to open a portal back here. A portal krewe will then head back through there and will stabilize it. You know how to activate an artifact?"
"Yes"
"Okay, bye. Make sure to at least active the stone when you die."
And with that the Asura activated the ring Scorch was currently standing in. And the next thing he saw was some sort of forest.

Good Morning Ponyville! ");

All in all this chapter is finished...

I was away for a while, real life is apparently out there. And it does unpleasant things^^

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Scorch wandered through the forest until suddenly he heard a distant rustling. Out of reflex he stealthed and moved towards it, he hadn't encountered anyone yet, no Charr, Norn, Asura, Human and not even one of those Sylvari, but he guessed that it would be kind of hard to find those plant beings inside a forest. As he approached the rustling he saw wolves with bright yellow eyes in the dark of the night that had fallen a few minutes ago. He saw a good chance to keep his provisions in reserve for a night and so he readied his sword and dagger, then pulled his bow and fired a flaming arrow to put the first beast in to much pain to become a hassle to him. While he dealt with the others. Once the arrow hit the wolf it started burning like a torch and the others ran away in panic. He slowly approached the still burning, collapsed wolf. Fortunately the forest was not very dense here and the Wolf collapsed in the middle of a clearing. Scorch was in for a surprise as he found the reason the wolf wouldn't stop burning. It was made of wood.
Scorch grilled some meat he had with him as fresh provisions for the first days. and then put out the fire, walked a bit away from where it could have drawn attention and climbed a tree. After he ate he tied himself to the branch he was sitting on so that he wouldn't fall off while sleeping.

He awoke in the late morning and untied himself. Today he had to make progress for the Ash Legion. A pact with the Charr from this side of the Mist Wars could surely grant the Ash Legion total domination of the Citadel. Malice would become Ur'Khan, the leader of all 3 Legions and he himself wouldn't be treated so bad either. He climbed higher up his tree to get an idea about his surroundings. Luckily his tree was one of the bigger ones. It seemed that near the horizon the Forest cut off and he could see the top of what seemed to be a windmill. far in the distance there was a mountain with some sort of castle on, but it was probably a day travel from that village before him. The only race he knew that used windmills made of wood where humans so he would have to ask them for the nearest Charr settlement. Something nearly had escaped his experienced eyes. It was a small blot in front of the cloudy sky that came from the direction of the castle and were headed to the village. Scorch couldn't make out anything with such a tiny object over that long distance so he figured he might as well get going.

He quickly fell into the mile burning trot he was used to when traveling distances on foot and before the sun reached its zenith he arrived at the edge of the forest. He looked up into the sky and saw something light blue dash from cloud to cloud and destroying them. Since he didn't know what to make out of the situation he stealthed and walked towards the village. When he heard birds singing in an unnatural way he immediately hid in a bush, although being stealthed. He heard that some people in the continent of Elona were able to use bird singing to communicate with each other over distances. As he located the source of the noise he nearly smiled. Someone had trained a pony to make birds sing. And that Pony had wings! Combined with the flash he saw earlier that would mean that there were Asura in the Village too. Scorch let out a low growl but quickly silenced himself as to not draw attention. Instead he watched the dun Pony with the pinkish mane and tail and listened to the singing of the birds while searching in head for a recipe for pony. The music distracted him. He actually liked it quite a bit, usually he was more one for the powerful and harsh sounds of some sort of stringed instrument a Warband of the Iron Legion had modified and called a steam powered lute. From time to time one of the birds would make a mistake and the pony would go to them, nuzzle them and make quiet noises. Then the singing would continue even more beautiful.
So lost in the music he at first didn't notice another pony approaching. The birds flew away and as Scorch saw the reason he nearly let out an audible growl again. On the Back of the purple, horned newcomer was one of the most foul beasts in existence. A Dragon. Dragons were corrupters of entire lands, and had killed more Charr than even the Ascalonian ghosts. He immediately readied his bow and applied the strongest poison he had to an arrow. He would should down the dragon and then search for the inhabitants of this village and if they were harboring this pest he would have to kill them too. Luckily the ponies wouldn't be able to warn their masters as they couldn't talk, ha that would be silly. At the moment the dragon was behind a bush, so Scorch bided his time...

"HELLO!"

Scorch nearly fired his arrow out of shock. Did that horned one just talk?

"Oh my, I am so sorry, I didn't mean to frighten you birds. I'm just here to check on the music and its sounding beautiful."

Yes that Pony just talked. And now it was smiling. And the dun Pony obviously didn't reply except for what Scorch figured were normal Pony noises."I am Twilight Sparkle." No Answer. At least the yellow one seemed normal.

Twilight Sparkle was still trying to talk to that Pony and it was cowering and squealing in fright. Scorch was to bewildered to do anything except watching until he could get his aim onto the small dragon. When Twilight finally gave up the dragon came out from his cover and she talked to him. Scorch pulled the string back all the way, aimed for the middle of the Chest and was about to release his poisoned arrow when the dun Pony rushed over, yelled "A BABY DRAGON" in a despite yelling quite voice, knocked the twilight aside and stood unknowingly just between Scorch and his pray.
Scorch put his arrow away, then he planted his claw over his face and sighed. Whatever it was that made him stop killing a dragon, he couldn't use it. He could have tried a trick shot to bounce the Arrow of one of the ponys or trees and still hit him, but the ponies would surely die of the poison and the trees did not seem like hardwood that would steadily reflect an arrow with the right spin in the right direction.

Over all his pondering the ponies and the dragon had escaped happily chatting as from what Scorch could tell. He had picked up the name of the bird coordinating Pony, which was Fluttershy. Such a mushy name, at least Twilight Sparkle would sound like something an Asura would use for a servant. One way or another would it be evening soon. He had other things to worry about than some strange animal servants. This time he wanted a better resting place than a tree and would try to hide deep in the Forest as not to attract actual people gathering supplies like mushrooms or firewood.

After a good hour of him in the speed of a traveling Charr, that was a leisurely canter that the other major races of Tyria could only keep up for a short amount of time, brought him over some earthen cliffs that were only held together by the roots of the lowest level of vegetation and over a leisurely river - more a creek than a river - and through the for this forest not anomaly dark and eerie parts to a canyon with an old, abandoned, wooden rope bridge. It looked sturdy, but he doubted if it would support his weight. He got out his bow, put on a normal arrow and focused his mind on it. All assassins would learn to shadowstep to their target sooner or later, but this technique was discovered by Malice Swordshadow herself, or so the tale told, and only passed on to worthy members of the Ash Legion. He fired the arrow over the canyon and kept his focus strong. When he felt that the arrow hat landed he vanished in shadows, using this target as a beacon to aim for as he quickly moved through the ever warping and twisting world the shadowstep required him to go through. When he left it, the arrow right next to him and still quivering. Sure that he could make it across he picked it up and cut the ropes on the bridge so that no one could follow him.

Only a few hundred meters down the path he found an old abandoned castle the bridge probably once belonged too. He searched it far and wide for a room that he was able to close off and seal from the inside and found some stone statues, some of them rather impressing but not usable to lock the giant gates of the giant halls. Most of them were pony or horse themed, with some representing gryphons and other beasts but none actually showed who build this place. Finally he found a small corridor in the basement. The door was made from stone and iron and though it could not be sealed the creaking would wake him if anything tried to enter. So he prepared his bed while chewing on some raw flesh - he really liked the taste, it would be hard to find a beast in this forest that tasted better and so he savored it - and settled in for the night.

Good Night Ponyville?

Scorch awoke just after sunrise. Or so he thought. As he went outside to check exactly how late it was it was still dark. Because he could not see very well he climbed a tree an looked to the east. Not even a shimmer of light at the horizon, but that was impossible, he had been trained for several years to sleep to exactly dawn or dusk whatever the mission required. Maybe the castle was enchanted to warp his feeling of time or actually the time itself? But he didn't have time for his slow way of spellchecking as a sparkling dark blue breeze rushed through the woods and into the castle where it materialized into a dark blue mare in steel blue decorative armor. Who immediately started heading to one of the bigger statues. And started laughing maniacally.
"YES YOU FOOLISH PRINCESS OF THE SUN. I WILL NOW SEIZE THE ELEMENTS YOU LEFT SO NAIVELY UNGUARDED"
Scorch didn't really need to eavesdrop as this Horse was nearly shouting every word. He watched from his tree as she tried to step near the statue. He himself hadn't tried to take a closer look, and right now he was happy he didn't. The mare was thrown back with a force that would have broken his sturdy charr bones with ease. She simply flapped with her wings twice and landed semi-gracefully on the stone floor.
"I SEE UNGUARDED IS A STRONG WORD, BUT AS MY NIGHT WILL HOLD YOUR POWER BACK YOUR SERVANT THAT ANNOYING TWILIGHT SPARKLE WILL DIE"
Five smaller blue clouds separated from her.
"FOR EVEN THE LITTLE MAGIC I CAN SPARE FROM UNDOING YOUR PUNY SPELL IN LESS THAN TWO HOURS WILL BE GREATER THAN WHAT SHE WILL BE ABLE TO DO AND THEN I WILL BE RULING OVER ALL THE PONIES AND BRING FORTH NIGHTTIME ETERNAL"
Scorch sighed. He learned that if you have a great plan that can't go wrong unless someone intercepts it you really should keep it for yourself until it has actually worked before boasting about it. It was what all Ash Legion Members learned in the Farhar. Staying quiet while in risk will save you your life. And when you survive a risk you still live afterwards.
Also he just accepted that Ponies ruled this country.

As soon as the clouds dispatched he ran as fast as he could to catch up to them. The Twilight-pony had said something about supervising earlier, so if he heroically saved her they might overcome the fear he would probably inspire in something he saw as juicy prey. He would have to eat later, this was for the Ash Legion!

As he sprinted back to the forest, the clouds slowly gained a lead. One after one they stopped and then disappeared, probably setting some kind of trap. Shortly after he lost the last one he heard rumbling and screaming. He saw six ponies, Fluttershy and Twilight sparkle falling together with the piece of the cliff that apparently just broke off. Fluttershy and a blue winged pony quickly flapped their wings to regain altitude, but the other four hit the cliff and started sliding down. Too far away to do anything, he doubted if it would make a difference if he would catch one of the small horses except for him to be smashed by some pastel colored midget horse. The orange pony without wings or horns grabbed a root and held on, while the blue one with the rainbow mane grabbed the only one whose coloring was even more ridiculous than its own, a bright pink pony with a fluffy pink mane. Fluttershy did her best to slow the sliding of a really

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will continue sometime soon, i hope you dont mind the prereleasing
i still need cover art and a proofreader
also don't feel bad about pointing to my mistakes as i am not a native speaker and you would actually really help me