Author's Note

Because I forgot to do this before here's a slight update for the story. Stats are very arbitrary along with other things so don't take them too seriously.

Character obtained: Silver Spoon

Race: Earth Pony Gender: Female Age: 17

Class: Cleric Level: 8

Vigor: 10 Endurance: 8 Attunement: 12 Vitality: 9 Luck:4

Strength: 6 Dexterity: 6 intelligence: 8 Faith:12

Equipment

Head: Fallen maiden Headband Body: Fallen Maiden Robe

Arms: Fallen Maiden Gloves Legs: Fallen Maiden Skirt

Rings

1. 2. 3. 4.

Weapons/Catalysts

1. Crystal Chime 2. Parry dagger

Covenant:

Spell Slots

1. Divine pillars of Light 2.

Bio: A young filly on the verge of adulthood, Silver Spoon is a well maintained sort of pony. Considerably weak for an earth pony Silver Spoon makes up for with her keen intellect and faith of the heart. Perhaps her biggest strength is not from her muscles but faith in her friends and family.

A social elite type she sees little need for strength and often feels it’s a waste of time when there are more important pursuits the mind can overcome in this modern age.

During the siege of Ponyville she was separated from her family and friends, save for Babs, Trixie, and Loreane. Saddened by the loss Silver Spoon’s faith will be tested and strained to its limits. Only time will tell if her heart will remain pure, or be tainted by desire and fear.

Character obtained: Babs Seed

Race: Earth Pony Gender: Female Age: 18

Class: Knight Level: 10

Vigor: 10 Endurace: 12 Attunement: 5 Vitality: 12 Luck:5

Strength:15 Dexterity: 6 intelligence: 5 Faith: 4

Equipment

Head: Body: Fallen Carim Battle Cleric Armor

Arms: Fallen Carim Arm Bracers Legs: Fallen Carim Battle Cleric Legging

Rings

1. 2. 3. 4.

Weapons/catalysts

1. Carim Chime Warhammer

Covenant:

Spell Slots

1. Bountiful Light 2.

Bio: Babs Seed is a proud young filly on the verge of adulthood. She is loyal and very bright but lacks grace when dealing with obstacles. Boasts great strength and endurance due to her earth pony heritage and her cousins apple farm life, Babs is a powerhouse with her warhammer.

In the siege of Ponyville she earned her nickname ‘The Crusher’ among the Abyss Watchers, for favoring the forward approach of caving in their skulls with her warhammer.

Though she has yet to reach her optimal potential, she is currently one of the most physically fit ponies of her age and is a loyal friend. She will always protect those close to her, even if it means sacrificing herself to do so.

Return and Parasol of Destruction

Back in her base Diana reappeared from a bright flame around a bonfire in her personal tower. When she formed before the bonfire she stumbled slightly and dragged her legs weakly over towards a stairwell.

She glared at the stairs feeling the black blood from her wound seeping through her armor.

“Damn you Loreane. I’ll get you back for this,” Diana complained. “I can’t believe a Fire Keeper got the drop on me.”

Slowly she made her way down the stairs, using the rail as support as she clumsily stumbled down like a flat footed fool.

“Ugh, I forgot how much this hurts without my precious estus…”

Down and down Diana went. The descent was dark save for a few dimly lit torches on the walls as she spiraled down. A few minutes later she emerged at the bottom and was greeted by the sound of hammering on an anvil. She loved that sound very much.

The musky smell of the forge was welcoming to her nose. She loved the smell of the Iron Keep and the smell of ash and sulfur. She looked out at the source of the hammering to see the old forgesmith Andre.

The small muscular man was busy hammering away at a large smoldering greatsword for the Abyss Watchers. Two of them stood by waiting with their arms crossed, talking among themselves when they noticed Diana stumbling towards them. They stood aside and let her pass, neither made an attempt to assist her, she wouldn’t have wanted the help anyways. She made her way to Andre and stood in front of him as he continued hammering away at the sword.

After smashing the sword a few more times and looked the blade over. He then submerged it into water allowing the steel to hiss and cool before pulling it out and looked it over once more. He nodded with an approving grunt before acknowledging Diana who waited patiently.

“Ah, mistress well met. What brings you to my forge?” Andre asked her while he went over to a whetstone and began sharpening the blade.

Diana chuckled weakly at him.

“Do you ever stop forging and smithing?” She asked sarcastically, knowing the answer already.

“HA! Never mistress,” Andrea barked. “Forging and smithing are one and the same to me and it’s my lifeblood that keeps me going. Again I ask, what brings you here? I have a tall order to finished if the Abyss Watchers are to get back out again soon.”

“I need a spare estus flask. I lost mine.” Diana said, glumly to him.

Andre stopped and glanced over his shoulder at her. He then noticed her deep wound and nodded returning to his work.

“Ah, I see. Forget how to dodge a blade I see?” He poked fun at her.

Diana scoffed crossing her arms letting go of her wound which made her feel a sharp pain. She grunted and then grabbed the wound again. Andre let out a hearty chuckle as did the two Abyss Watchers. Diana glared hatefully at them but made no attempt to argue with them.

“Andre! Do you have the time to make the flask or not?”

“Ah don’t have to mistress. It’s already been done,” He said reaching under his stone and pulled out a fresh flask.

Diana reached for it but Andre held it back just out of her reach. Diana growled at the smith. She hated when she asked for things and people taunted her for them, but she knew Andre was better than that, yet she couldn’t help feeling a tiny bit of resentment for this.

Andre looked at her then to the new flask and asked, “Pray tell, how did ye lose your flask? I never heard of ye losing it before?”

Diana blushed looking away and snatched the flask, but Andre’s grip held true. He gave her a serious look until finally she relented with a deep sigh of irritation.

“It was stolen from me,” She said.

“Oh? And who was so skilled to get the drop on the greatest warrior of our age?” Andre asked with a sly tone.

Now the two Abyss Watchers were interested, keeping their ears open not wanting to miss this conversation, they too never heard of their mistress ever getting the drop on her and her flask stolen.

“I knew he would lose it eventually. Tis inevitable for all who carry one,” He said giving it to Diana, then went back to work. “-but I never thought ye would let a Fire Keeper get the drop on ye. How is our friend doing?”

Diana bit her tongue and mumbled under her breath as she drank from the flask. She immediately felt her wound close as a warm feeling filled her entire body. The golden liquid was worth ten times it’s weight in gold for an undead such as herself.

“She’s fine. Better than I expected,” Diana said feeling her body wasn’t a peak condition and sipped again. “She made several friends with the ponies there.”

Andre donned a sad look and stopped mid strike of his hammer.

“Ah, tis a shame. Ye had plans for that town for sometime now,” He said looking back at the two watchers. “I know ye had your reasons for what you’ve done, but tis cruel that fate would conspire against her just after her return.”

Diana paused looking at Andre in shock.

“How did you even know!? I never told you!” Diana shouted.

“I hear things Diana. Rue I never leave the forge but I do hear things from those who come in. I can piece it together just as well as a broken blade to see the bigger picture,” Andre said as Diana looked down at the ground finding a piece of ore interesting at the moment. “Besides I know it haven’t taken the well either.”

“What do you mean?”

“Ye still love her and let your guard down, of ruthless leader.” Andre smirked.

Diana blushed turning away from him and opened her flask again still feeling a sharp pain in her gut.

“Yo-you have no idea how I feel! You’re just a smith. What could you possibly understand about my feelings and what I hope to gain?”

“I know ye wish for a world without darkness. A world pure and full of life,” Andre said sagely. “You wish to be reunited with her and hope that one day you both will return to earth and live together in eternity. Aye, a good dream it is and well within grasp I dare say, but to do so you will lose her or yourself along the way if thou don’t tread carefully.” Andre warned her.

Normally Diana would disregard the small man and his honeyed words, but this time he hit a nerve right at home in Diana’s heart. She did still love the Fire Keeper, Loreane, but she knew she’d gone too far for Loreane to follow her ever again. Yet, she still clung to a same hope that Loreane would one day return to her. Sipping the flask again it took Diana a moment for her to realise that the flask was already used up. She looked at it awkwardly and shook it only to come to the realization that it had only one use in it.

“Andre! What’s the meaning of this?!” She yelled at the smith.

The two Abyss Watchers gave her a wide berth not wanting to anger her. She walked over to Andre and smashed the flask down on his whetstone with fury burning in her eyes.

Andre calmly looked at her with a cheeky smile on his face.

“Not satisfied?” Diana narrowed her eyes at him dangerously. “No? Well, then as I’ve said before, bring me estus shards and I can reforge the flask. Until then what can I smith for ye today?”

Diana gave him the most childish pouty face he’d seen from a grown woman in centuries. Though he knew it wasn’t without merit. Finding Estus shards was hard, even for him, and he knew where to look.

Before Diana could answer there was a loud bang from behind her. The two Abyss Watchers took a defensive stance to defend their mistress, but quickly let their guard down after seeing who was intruding on them. Diana looked back to see Priscilla standing over her, the doors to the stairwell were broken off their hinges and laid on the floor useless.

Diana gave the halfbreed a weary sigh rubbing her head with great frustration. “I really wish you would stop that, Priscilla.”

“Forgive me mistress. I forget thyself at times. I come with good news,” Priscilla said offering her hand to Diana.

“What? Did you bring me souls again?” Diana said, sounding bored.

“No, mistress. I bring you a single soul.”

Diana rolled her eyes reaching for the large womans hand.

“Oh, great a single soul. What could possibly compel you to do such a thing?” She asked taking the soul and inspecting it. “What poor useless soul did…”

She paused looking over the soul. It had a faint echo and one she was familiar enough with to know who it belonged to.

“Discord…” She whispered looking to the distance.

The two Abyss Watchers looked over at the soul, intrigued by it. Diana quickly pushed her way past the two Watchers with Priscilla close at her heels. She pushed past Andre and went into his forge, ignoring the smiths protests of invasion, and dug through his tools. She looked high and low until she came upon a small crystal sphere surrounding a dark energy center.

Priscilla and Andre both looked at it knowing exactly what it was.

“Mistress, what are you planning?” Priscilla asked looking at the item.

“Aye, lass. Will ye be transposing the soul Lady Priscilla gave thee?” Andre asked.

“Yes, Andre. I am,” Diana said putting the soul of Discord into it. ‘With this we may finally have a chance to bring our dreams to reality.”

Seeing the kiln light up in a bright rainbow glow from Discords Soul, Diana poured thousands of souls she gathered over the centuries into it. The swirling energies of souls mixed into one solid green. Diana smiled reaching her hand into the kiln and gripped the energy inside. She then pulled out the energy as it took the form in her hand.

“Yes! It’s here! The instrument of our salvation!” Diana exclaimed holding up the

Everyone including Andre looked at the item forming in Diana’s hand. Priscilla stared in awe at the sight. She’d never seen such a wonderful and beautiful sight before. Everyone watched as Diana held up the item and began to speak once more.

“With this soul I shall carve a path to our future! A world free from the Abyss! A world free of Chaos*! A world where all can choose to freely roam without fear!” Diana said looking up as the weapon startled to for a straight blade.

Yes! I can feel the power! Discords soul is powerful and with his power we’ll finally have a way to fight the Abyss on equal grounds! With this blade I shall carved down any who stand in our way!” Diana said swinging the blade.

She stopped when she heard chuckling around her. She looked around seeing Andre smirking, Priscilla was stifling a chuckle, and the AByss Watchers were openly laughing and pointing at her. Diana stomped her boot down and pouted at them.

“What’s so funny!? I demand to know why you four are laughing at my expense?!” Diana demanded feeling embarrassed by her behavior now.

Priscilla pointed at her hand trying her not to laugh. “Mistress… tee hee. I think you should look at your weapon of ‘ultimate power’.”

Diana gave Priscilla curious cock of her head and looked at the weapon in her hand. Surely it wasn’t that bad. A rapier maybe, perhaps a whip. They group always thought she had some bondage fetish, which she always said she didn’t but still. She look at her hand to find her weapon of ultimate power was in fact-

“A PARASOL!!??!!”

Diana looked at the item that came from the kiln and sure enough, it was a long, PINK, FRILLY PARASOL. It was long and elegant one that a social elite would have carried, and extremely lavish. Then as if to add insult to injury the parasol started talking.

“Ahhhh! What a strange dream… Oh, I’m a parasol now. Weird. Oh! Hello! I’m Discord Parsol of Chaos! Who might you be?” It asked in discord distinctive voice.

Priscilla giggled as the rest of the group watched Diana walk to the forge. She picked up Andres smith hammer and laid her own head on the anvil he was working on and smashed her own head in. Her dead body fell limply on the floor leaving the parsol behind for Priscilla to pick up as her own body faded away.

“Well, that was rude,” Prasol Discord said offended. “Didn’t even introduce herself before offing herself!.”

Priscilla gripped the personal gently walking away and up the stairs.

“My mistress was badly hurt and it would take more time for her body to heal naturally. For an undead like her, it’s easier to kill herself and be reborn by a flame than to heal naturally. Especially when she has insufficiently estus.”

“Oh? What’s estus?” Discord asked in Priscilla’s arms.

“Tis a energy that heals the undead and gives the renewed energy.” Priscilla said happily. “My name is Priscilla the Crossbreed by the way. It’s nice to meet you Discord. Sorry I killed you…” She ended awkwardly.

“Bah! Water under the bridge,” Discord said. “How about this, in exchange for killing me how about you be my friend? And we talk every day?”

“I guess, you’re taking this awfully well,” Priscilla said.

“Let’s just say a friend of mine taught me to be forgiving, it’s not like I can do anything like this,” Discord said glumly.

“I’m sorry, I was afraid you’d hurt my friends if I didn’t act,” Priscilla said looking at the Abyss Watchers she passed at the top of the stairs.

“Well don’t worry. We’ll get to that later for now tell me about yourself,” Discord asked of her.

Priscilla smiled feeling happy to have another friend. Even if it was someone she killed. You can never have too many friends, Diana once told her.

“Alright Discord as I mentioned I’m a halfbreed. I was born from the union of a human and dragon. My father was-”

As Priscilla walked though the compound she continued to tell her story to Discord who listened with keen interest. Priscilla and Discord walked through the compound unhindered until they reached a bonfire to find Diana passed out on the floor.

Diana woke up feeling like her head was smashed by a cannon ball only to find an offensive parasol in her face once more with Priscilla at her side. She groaned and flopped back on the floor like a pouty child, and Discord and Priscilla laughed at her together. Diana hearing the friendly laughter felt herself smile slightly knowing Priscilla was at least having some fun.