Dragon Helm

What they walked back to made all three of them stop immediately. Apparently, their companions got tired of waiting. Sierra watched while she sat in the grass, her legs spread and her pussy was in full view as she stroked it. She watched as her brother got down onto the necromancer, Raven Cry. Her skirt was lifted up and over her bare ass, allowing his nice big dark skinned cock plunged inside of her. His hands held onto her hips as he thrust inside of her. She didn’t mask her moans as she gripped the grass beneath her and moved to buck against him as strings of semen leaking out from between them.

Jet was also enjoying the show as she sat opposite of Sierra on the other side of the two rutting in the middle of the clearing. She watched as the gray death wizard panted, sweat gleaming on her forehead while her pussy was consensually violated by a nice big horsecock.

“Fuck her harder, Ceru! She obviously wants more!” Sierra said as she began to finger herself while she watched. Then she looked up toward the three approaching. “Well, look who decided to show back up! What have you three been up to, I wonder?”

“He doesn’t need to answer.” Jet said as she walked up to her death knight compatriot. “There’s a simple way to find out.” She got down to her knees in front of him and undid his pants before he could even make a sound of protest, which he wasn’t going to. His semi-hard cock was unleashed in front of her and she was taken aback by the wonderful stench of pheromones. “Ooohh, that’s a big confirmation.” She wasted no time in cleaning off his dick with her tongue, and making him go back to his rock hard state.

Sierra migrated over to the front of Raven Cry’s face, not entirely sure if the mare was into that sort of thing. However, without hesitation, Raven engulfed her bare, wet pussy into her mouth and sucked, licking with all of her might. The sudden jolt of pleasure triggered an orgasm in the barbarian girl who was all around bigger and thicker in muscle than the earth pony.

It wasn’t long before Jet joined Raven beside her, her tail in the air to give Fable a perfect view of her beautiful ass and labia underneath. Ceru and Fable worked beside one another, rutting the two mares without relent. Their moans echoed one another, synced up and then went sporadic as they plunged deep into their sheathes.

Then Cinnamon joined in beside Jet as Patagium caressed her body, even pulling her tunic up above her tits and squeezing her giant jugs. Before long, there were three cocks pushing into three vaginas lined up. Even as the odd one out, Sierra was content. Raven was very skilled with her tongue and lashed it against the pegasus’ dripping labia, causing her to cum while her body twitched at the sensation and intensity.

One after another, Ceru spouted a deep wad of jizz inside Raven Cry, whose outcry was muffled by a piping hot vagina in her muzzle. Jet, unable to contain her joy in the big red cock’s return, had already cum twice before the big, muscular stallion painted her insides white. Patagium worked hard, banging the longing bat pony paladin like a hammer. His long, ebon dick splashing thick semen against her cervix and causing her to tremble with an orgasm once again.

That section of the forest smelled for hours after that. Even after they pulled their clothes back on and journeyed on, the puddles they left behind endured for a long while.

As all of them, even Ceru admitted growing tired of the forest and the trees, it was nightfall. They decided to trudge on until they finally reached the zone out to the next territory. They’d had some problems with wild forest trolls and a few rogue archers here and there, but nothing else of any real note. The forest was vast and full of dangers, but with the seven of them, it was hardly a challenge to stay out of the especially high level regions of Silver Coast.

The forest trailed off into plains, and those plains slowly began to grow jagged and bare with dirt and rocks. Soon, trees became a rare sight and the mountains began to grow nearer.

“Man, this is the farthest I’ve ever traveled in this game!” Jet said as she looked off into the distant peaks of Allas. Nearby, there was a town, though upon further inspection, it turned out to be a city. Many of the structures were etched into the mountain’s rocks off to the edges, and in the center of that border was a gigantic doorway leading inside of the mountain it was built around.

Relitan was a very high traffic city in Allas, and the largest establishment in those wild mountain ranges. The seven of them entered the town, aghast at the size and intricacies of the buildings it housed. There were farms near the more forested parts that they passed through, but it was mostly just a large city full of gray and off white constructions.

The seven of them were given leave to do what they will with their brief time there. Fable and Ceru went to the tavern to see if anything interesting was there to drink. Jet, Sierra and Raven walked down the town square, looking at the tailors as well as the food market.

“These prices are ridiculous.” Raven said as she looked into the blacksmith’s selection. “This is not even close to my gauntlet’s quality and it’s worth fifty gold bits?” She said as she looked over the black metal gloves with the form of a skull etched into its back knuckles. It gave her a boost in her chosen spec of frost power, but she could easily find it while grouping a zone for at least an hour. “Sometimes I wonder what these towns are here for if we can’t buy anything worth a damn.”

“Yeah, you’re better off just keeping up with us.” Sierra said as she looked at their sword selection with a similar problem. One of them was better than her sword, but eighteen platinum bits on the price tag made her want to break the whole damn shop with her anger. “I still have yet to find a chainmail bra.”

Both Raven and Jet looked at her incredulously. Sierra looked at them both with a flicking eye between them. They both began to laugh at the statement while Sierra raised an eyebrow.

“Think of how much that would chafe your nipples! That sounds awful.” Jet said as she started to walk toward the auction house. “I’m still wondering about this Mage Blade. If there’s such a high expectation for it, I doubt it will live up to all of the hype. I mean, I already got a new breastplate from this journey, so I can’t complain. That alone was worth the trip.”

“Yes, I’m just here for the journey, not so much for the goal.” Raven agreed and looked into the wide open doors to see many players were in there. She always wondered why so many players just sat there with an AFK sign above their heads. What the hell were they waiting for? “As soon as I begin to form zombies around me, I’ll be much more happy. Right now, all I can do is create skeletons, and they don’t last long in a fight.”

“I bet you’re more excited about the wraiths.” Jet grinned at the necromancer, whose eyes dazzled at the prospect.

“Oh! Yes! Wraiths would be amazing!” She looked off into the distance in some dreamy bit of wonder. “I want a scythe for sure! Some scythes come with a necromancy spell built in, but those aren’t very common and only for really high levels. So, unless we have a raid party at our flanks, I doubt I’ll be seeing those anytime soon.”

“I don’t know, Raven, Grem says she’s wanting to do some big raids soon.” Jet walked with them and watched as some colts and fillies ran past them in peasant gear. She knew they were nonplayer characters, but they always looked so cute in these games.

“Oh, yeah, about that guild of yours. Ceru was wanting to join you guys. What is it called?” Sierra asked, drawing looks from both of them as they walked.

“Ceru wanted to join, huh?” Raven asked, a devious grin on her face passed over to Jet, who shared it. “Are you sure it isn’t you who is asking to join?”

Sierra’s face brightened a bit with a blush as she turned an annoyed glance over to the necromancer with dark gray fur. She stayed silent for a long while before finally letting out a long, exasperated sigh.

“Fine, yes, I was asking for myself. Thanks for the therapy session, doctors.” She growled a bit, making them both burst out laughing. They shared a high five behind Sierra as her face turned ever darker shade in red.

“It’s our greatest field!” Jet said as she tried to tamp down the giggles. “But anyway, we’re--”

There was a loud pang of metal on metal from across the street which they walked. All three of them flicked their heads toward the sound as they saw a fight going on in the middle of the alley. Five of the townspeople had stopped both Ceru and Fable in the middle of the walkway. All of them shouted about how a death knight was not welcome in their town and it was obvious that Fable had no favorable standings with these folks. Many of the commoners would not attack unless they were in a directly opposing faction, however, some of these ponies were obviously drunkards and violently so. As such, their inhibitions were limited, especially when a death knight was around.

“Ey!” Jet shouted at the five common folk nonplayer characters who attacked the two of them with clubs and torches. Both stallions had their weapons out and ready, though they were just defending.

“Careful, Jet! If we kill these guys, our standing with the town will grow a bit overly strained.” Fable said, knowing they were already in some hot water because of their classes.

“What’s the alternative, Fable, let them kill you so we can grow in their favor?” Raven said, but she was already powering up one ice blue power ball in her obsidian gem staff. She shouted and cast an area of effect spell that caused three of them to slow down and begin to shiver as they attacked. Two of them broke off from the main group and began to charge at the new attacker. That was where Jet and Sierra whipped out their sword and hammer, going to work on them.

Thankfully, killing the townsfolk was not an option in this game. As they got to their last HP, they began to retreat, limping away with a sense of urgency. Fable spat as he watched them run out into the street in a panic with all kinds of cuts and bruises all over them.

“Looks like we’ll need to make a speedy exit.” Ceru said as he got an arrow from his quiver and mounted it on his bow.

“Hey!” They heard a male voice shout from the other side of the alley, on the far size of the other street. Ceru tightened his bow and arrow as he took aim at Patagium who recoiled a little with a hand up to stop him. “Come on! We found a transport!” He motioned them on.

“Hold it!” The townguard appeared behind them. Two armored soldiers in full platemail gear and holding identical halberds began their approach. “You are under arrest!”

“Shit! Go!” Sierra shouted as they began to run for Patagium. The shaman motioned them on and ran down the street as they neared him. They went to a large, stout building down the street, one that shook a bit from a very stern vibration.

“What the hell--” Raven began to ask, but then remember they were being pursued. She turned and powered up both her staff and her hands as the two combined for her ultimate attack. With the spell, Wyrm’s Breath, she exhaled a great deal of frost that engulfed the town guards and stopped them in their tracks. She knew that it wouldn’t last very long, so she turned and continued to run into the building.

As soon as she got into the door, Fable and Jet both closed the large doors behind them.

“There you are.” Cinnamon said. “What is all that noise and why are you all running?”

“It doesn’t matter. Where’s the transport?” Sierra asked as she ran toward the tiered platforms that led up toward the roof as Cinnamon motioned toward them. As they climbed the ladders to get to the latch up on the ceiling, there was a hard pounding on the door that Jet had locked with a large beam of wood.

They climbed out onto the flat roof, and saw a lot of straw and hay all throughout it. They looked around, and smelled a very strong odor of livestock. It was a mixture of mildew wood and shit. Ceru looked around to see that there was a very strong fence that lined the borders of the roof, but nothing that resembled a transport. As he turned to ask his sister if she saw anything, he saw a look on her face that he hadn’t seen for a very long time. The look of awe and disbelief rolled over her face as she looked behind him. He turned, and his face became similarly slackened.

A large, green dragon roosted on top of the building with a caretaker near it. The owner was a funny looking unicorn with a tophat on top of his head. He took off the tophat and bowed deeply to them.

“Seven passengers on top of my dragon? That’ll be seventy platinum bits!” The stallion said, making their shock and awe turn into anger.

“Seventy?!” Four of them said at once. Then they noticed that the door at the bottom of the building splintered open.

“Shit, we don’t have much of a choice in this matter, we gotta go!” As Fable said this, he couldn’t help but still be amazed by the large, bright green scaled dragon that sat on its perch. Its back was lined with something that looked like seats saddled over its large midsection. Its mane was a dark blue on top of its reptilian head and yellow eyes that bared red irises glanced at them, uninterested.

Cursing, both Fable and Raven counted their money and pooled them together on hers. Cinnamon interjected twenty more gold, which brought them to an even seventy platinum. They begrudgingly gave the top hatted unicorn the money and he motioned for them to get on board. They crawled onto its lowered wing as it tilted toward them, allowing them to get into the seats and strap themselves in. He walked to the front of the seat saddle and took the reigns that were bridled to the dragon’s muzzle.

“All aboard! Next stop, Ice Blue!” He said, and then pulled the reigns in order to make her take flight! The guards finally burst through the rooftop latch and got on top just in time to see the dragon flap its wings and head east. Over mountains and over valleys, the dragon sped through the air. Once in a while, its straightened wings would flap to keep its stability, but other than that, it was a rather smooth ride.

“Well, I guess this is one way to get where we’re going.” Sierra gazed off into the horizon as the sun began to set. It turned a deep orange color as it scurried its way down in the distance. The clouds around it burned with an orange lining, but were a bright red overall. Against the canvas of the mountain tops, it looked like a dream. Technically, it was, but a very well rendered dream at that.

“I suppose I’d prefer spending so much money over treading over these mountains. Look at this damn place, it looks like we could find nineteen ways to get lost within the first mile.” Patagium said as he tried his best to count the mountain tops they passed, but they were entirely too many and they were traveling over them quite fast.

“I don’t know guys, maybe you should have read about this quest before you went to get the Mage Blade afterall.” Raven said as she looked over the quest scrolls in her very large tome. She, like Fable, was an archivist and she decided to bring it along when Fable told her about it before she even teleported to help them fight. This drew all of their attention to her as she showed them the specs for the fortress with which it was held. “This is a tribe of ogres, and a very large one at that. The sword is in Ogthuk Keep, and Ogthuk apparently intends to use his entire army to guard it. Grouping this zone is more a test of patience than it is of will. Each of those ogres has the firepower of five orcs.”

“Oh, lord have mercy.” Cinnamon said as she looked at the outline of the keep. “It could take ten hours to get through that force if we go one by one. We can do it, but that’s a really tall order.”

“Well, guys, if you want to throw in the towel, now is the time. I won’t think less of you if you want to turn back now.” Fable said as he leaned back a bit, seeming to just be enjoying the ride. Legions of ogres seemed like a lot, but honestly, he’d been through a lot longer raids than such a scenario implied. He’d fought draconians, water walking lizard men and giant war turtles in the classic MMORPG, Fall of Empires. That had been a long, long raid with his old guild. That wonderful guild that was disbanded because of gross mismanagement.

“I think I’ll back out.” Ceru raised his hand.

“Fine, then. Go, fucking traitor!” Fable shouted. This brought laughter from all of them as the dragon continued on, now he was dipping down as they were beginning to reach their destination. As they did this, the gray fur earth pony with the black cloak on brought out her parchment and began to write. As they came near the landing, the parchment had already been scrolled and sealed. With the flick of her wrist, the scroll disappeared and she sighed.

“Still no word?” Jet asked, and Raven shook her head.

The snow began to blow into all of their faces as the dragon swooped under the clouds toward a frozen tundra that could be seen for miles. The building near their landing was nothing but crumbled ruins that was once a temple. Ice Blue’s history was not exactly a tale of sunshine and roses. If anything, the temple looked slightly better than the normal state of structures.

“Ogthuk Keep is that way!” Ceru said, pointing through the small lines of evergreen trees that bordered their path through the snow. All of them gathered together and began to get out whatever winter gear they had on them. “It’s not too long of a trudge, thankfully. Just remember that this is ogre territory, and they may be big, but they can still hide in this white desert!”

“Desert? You’re seriously using the vague form of the noun?” Jet glowered at Ceru who returned the statement with a shrug.

“It’s still a desert if there’s very little water! The sand is just the most common use for it!” Ceru said as they pushed against the snowy wind. The game did not simulate the actual level of cold, but it did use terrain environment simulation to make them feel cold.

“That meaning is quite debatable,” Fable interjected. “Because snow is made of water, it kind of negates that meaning, as you can melt snow with your canteen. Thus, there is actually tons of water in a snowy TUNDRA!”

“Yes, but it is not water, and can still severely dehydrate you if you’re out in it too long.” Ceru turned an incredulous eye to Fable. He’d hoped for some backup on the subject, but the rest of the group looked thoroughly uninterested.

“So all of the ice that was once water? Can’t you break through that for water?” Jet asked, still yelling over the howling winds that carried little white specks at them at seemingly light speeds.

“Hey, there are things known as oases!” Ceru said, making them actually impressed that he knew the proper term for the plural form of “oasis.”

“There are also things known as ‘Stop talking you fucking nerds!’ We’re almost there.” Sierra said, pointing up ahead to draw their attention to the snow that was recently tread upon. Ceru knew them immediately as ogre tracks. The snow had almost melted beneath their feet, and the blood of whatever they killed was still somewhat visible, though it would not be for long. The snow had just recently started to swirl and blow in droves. Soon the blood would be buried in a fresh sheet.

“Alright, everyone, game faces.” Fable said as he pulled his sword and shield from their places. They approached a higher ridge. Just over the vantage point, there was, indeed a fully functional set of ruins that was once an amazing fortress. The fortress was obviously battle scarred and broken in several places. The multiple layers of the structure was rigged all over it to form some semblance of repair. Where stairs were broken, they had put large boards of wood so that there was at least a surface. They smashed rocks together and mortared them into some shapeless mass to cover up gigantic holes in the fortress. Just about every surface had some sort of minimal adhesive repair job to it, giving it the look like… well… ogres lived there.

“Looks like some god just shit all over it and told them it was raining.” Jet said as she surveyed the landscape. She counted each ogre, and noted their size and rank by the number of humanoid skulls that hung from their shoulders by full size rope. Each of them was at least seven feet tall, and the largest of them looked like they were well over eight.

“Alright, let’s go in from the left side of the fortress, that only had three guards to get through.” Cinnamon said, and started to move as the others grunted their approval.

“Wait…” Ceru said, stopping their advance. They looked back at him.

“Ceru?” Sierra asked as he looked closer with squinting eyes.

“Something’s wrong. I’m not seeing any of them move. There’s literally no activity from any of them.” He gazed at them harder, making sure that he was seeing this right. Any movement that they thought they saw was from the falling snow in contrast to their stillness. He stopped his vision as still as he could and found that he was right.

“Holy shit, I think he’s right.” Sierra said as her eyes tried to do the same trick, but obviously, they weren’t as good as a ranger’s sight. “What the hell is going on?”

“I don’t know…” Fable said and motioned them onward. They made their way down the large hill, and sure enough, the ogres were standing completely still. They weren’t even scratching their asses. They stood completely still as the snow billowed in from the sky.

Patagium dared to walk up to one of the shorter pale skinned ogres and waved his hand in front of his one eye. Above his eye was a horn, and the unicorn stayed away from that. His body was huge, about as wide as a small pond with muscle and fat intermixed in its body shape. His eyes never stopped looking straight forward, and his mouth was caught in a perpetual frown.

“It’s like he’s mesmerized.” Patagium said, and then waved his hand in front of that single eye with a quicker, more sudden motion. “It’s a simple spell to perform, I got it a few levels ago. However, I’ve never seen mesmerization on this level. How did someone get all of them like this?”

“I think we’ll figure that out when we get inside the fortress.” Cinnamon said as she closed the visor to her helmet that adhered to the shape of her muzzle and face. “Be on your guard. If they can do this to a pack of ogres, then they could make short work of us.”

All of them trudged through the snowy yard in front of the large castle. There was a very large crack that ran straight down the side of the castle’s wall from one of the upper levels. The farther down it got, the wider the crack became. It was seemingly strapped together by large boards made from tree trunks in about the most crude way imaginable.

The seven of them stepped through the castle wall, and straight into the great hall, where they were met with a very unwelcome sight.

“Ah, our guests have arrived.” There in the center was Rain Cloud, standing beside Ognuk in his throne room. There were four ogre royal guards, all still and unmoving. Around them were common rabble ogres, and several members of the World Turtles. It seemed that Rain Cloud had rounded up a posse made up of around fifteen to twenty of his guild. All of them were piled into the throne room, and all of them had sinister grins on their faces.

“What the hell is this crap?” Fable asked, looking at all of them. They seemed to have brought a lot of their higher level spellcasters. Their guildmaster was also there. He was a very large pony named Kane. The large, red unicorn man stood before them with a grin on his face, walking around the statuesque ogres.

“Well, I heard that you and your guild had some sort of beef with mine, and I wondered just how serious you were in that claim.” Kane said as he stood next to Rain Cloud. “So, I picked some of my best spellcasters to mesmerize every single ogre in this zone as you arrived and have a bit of fun with you myself before you even came close to finishing the quest for the Mage Blade. Once we’re done, if you’re still alive, which you will not be, you can fight Ognuk yourself and get it.” Kane said as all of the men in the throne room began to laugh.

“I’m sorry, was there a joke in there?” Patagium asked, looking at all of them like they were morons. “Or did it get lost in all of that arrogant bullshit you just spouted?”

“Definitely the bullshit.” Sierra agreed. “Can’t beat us in a fair fight, so he has to do all of this to try and impress us, it’s really quite sad.”

Kane looked at her with a fire in his eyes and a glare. Rain Cloud also stopped grinning at this as he got his sword from its sheath. The rest of them took this as a sign to ready their attack. The seven companions were outmatched and out numbered in every way. However, that was when Raven looked off to the side as if she heard something. The necromancer looked back out at the frozen tundra through the huge fissure in the wall.

“Hold them off for a minute!” Raven said as she started to run away out the castle.

“She’s the smart one.” Kane said as his gigantic sword was raised. It looked something like a cow-splitter sword, but with a shorter handle. Fable thought the physics of it didn’t give much leeway in one-handed combat or two handed for that matter.

“Well, I have one plan, and it’s not a good one.” Jet said as all of them began to approach with their magic spells and arrows readying.

“Any plan is a good plan right this moment.” The paladin said, her veiled helmet down as he surveyed all of the high level ponies about to kill them. “Do it fast.”

“Alright.” She said, then cast a very large shadow over their area of effect. The shadow not only blinded the bulk of them temporarily, but it also intruded on the ogres’ mesmerization.

“Boss! Look out!” One of the World Turtles said as the ogres started to come back to life and attack! “Shit!”

Then there came an all out brawl! The ogres were waking up more and more as the battle got bigger and bigger. Spells began to fly, arrows shot through the air in all directions and the clanging of metal on metal happened all around them as chaos ensued! Apparently, they hadn’t thought of the idea that the ogres would wake up at some point, so all of their arrogant speeches came in handy in the long run. This thought made Fable grin as he locked swords against one of the World Turtle clan members. He was the closest to him and it was somewhat poetic that he was a white knight against a death knight.

Sierra went full rage immediately, her damage hyping up while also dampening her armor. Her brother gave her a silent warning to be careful, but he, too, was getting into the fight that was going all directions.

The ogres were doing quite the job on the World Turtles, too. They were the nearest foes, even if it wasn’t them who woke the ogres up. As the ogre menace was getting under control, though, it was clear that the World Turtles would still have a lot of men left. The seven adventurers were in the same predicament as their HP and mana were both starting to run low.

Then a brilliant green light showed on the side of the hill outside the castle. Amidst the snow that was falling in the night sky, there was Raven with her hands outstretched beside her. All eyes turned to her as she let the green light blare all around her. The green turned into a squared scale all around her, opening a portal that blasted into the sand and the fabric of space.

The first one to come out was Winter Solstice, carrying his white wand with an ice crystal on the end. Next came Spark in his wizard garb, green robes and an oaken staff. Voltage stood in her large framed white armor with a holy white fire tiarra upon her head. Disterious, the cleric stood in his pale white robes that almost blended in with the snow perfectly. Quick Bullet stepped through with her bow and an entire quiver full of arrows. Diamond Sword stood in full platemail, a silver knight with a white tabard and a huge two handed claymore. Final Cut, Lemon Square, Golden Goal and many more stepped through the portal that Raven Cry opened up.

Lastly, Grem stepped through as the portal closed behind her. She was decked out in pure black armor that was very light and she wore a chainmail hood with her cylindrical helm at her hand. She looked onward at the battle, sneering at the sight of the World Turtle tabards. She put her helm over her head and let it sit on her cranium as she unsheathed both of her Ebon Swords from her hips.

“Champions of the Silver Oath! Our brethren are threatened this day! Turn that fear back unto them and make them taste it! Drive the fear into their hearts and let them beat no more! Let death be our boon once more!” She slid her helmet down over her face and lifted her right hand sword into the air, jabbing it toward the castle. “Take--no--PRISONERS!”

All of them charged, howling into the night sky as they approached at full speed. Before the World Turtles could even turn and run, they realized that this was the only exit they had. Then there was the fact that Fable and the rest of his comrades would not let them escape in the first place. Before Kane could do anything, he engulfed him in green flames with a powerful necrotic damage attack that drained Fable of his mana.

Patagium took this moment to heal Fable and even cast a protective spell on all of those near him. With his mana depleted, he could only carefully go into battle with Cinnamon as the tank. She cut as fiercely as she could, taking on one of the nearby ogres that was causing them problems. The battle, however, was not going especially well. Her healing spell kept getting interrupted! Her health went straight up to full in a matter of a moment, though. She turned to see Disterious, the orange haired unicorn with a big smile on his face. Not only did he heal all of her wounds with his cleric robes gleaming with luster, but he also cast a white hot spell that pierced the face of the very large ogre.

“You bastard! I’ll kill you fir--” He was interrupted as an arrow pierced his breastplate. Letty raised through the yard of the castle, but still had enough skill to fire her arrow straight into him. Ceru took her lead and fired another arrow, this one magically imbued with a green energy that enhanced the damage. Fable started cutting with his sword and shield without relent, knocking the large unicorn man back. He backed up into a pair of black armored hands that held two identical swords. One sword draped across his chest and the other went to his neck. There was Grem, somehow stealthing her way through the castle wall and getting into the middle of the enemy lines before the other Champions of the Silver Oath even entered.

They stormed the castle and clashed with the already hindered bastards. The World Turtles lost hit points as if it were drawing from a geyser. They fell in droves within the first few moments of the attack. Spark cast a blast of flames that caught one of their biggest warriors off guard and drained him of life within just a moment.

“I want you to remember this, Kane.” Grem said as she pressed her blade against his very open neck. “Remember it next time you decide to be a total cock. Now repeat after me… ‘ILG!’”

Kane put on a puzzled face as she sliced his throat and drew out the rest of his life in an instant. The large red unicorn dropped to the ground, lifeless as he disappeared into data.

The ogres and the World Turtles were now dead at their hooves and the Champions of the Silver Oath rejoiced in their victory, no matter how easy or unfair it was. When the foes decided to be assholes, who needed morals?

Fable met with Letty and held her close, kissing her on the lips. Cinnamon stayed in Patagium’s arms for a moment, both of them happy to make it out of there alive. Then Cinnamon looked down to see that she could, in fact, loot Kane’s body. She figured a little peek couldn’t hurt, and she opened it, immediately dazzled by the sight. She pulled up a beautiful bejeweled breastplate and held it in front of her, her jaw going slack. Patagium laughed at the look on her face as she giggled and quickly put it on. The digital data of the game changed it to adhere to her body type, growing the breasts out and sucking in the gut considerably. The purple bat pony marvelled at it as she saw all of the magical qualities it possessed.

“Hey, Fable.” Sierra said as she held up something to him. His eyes widened as he looked down to see the Mage Blade in her hand. The black sword was about the same length of his sword, but infinitely thicker. The handle was an ivory color with a red gem at the bottom of the hilt. “Take it.”

“That’s it?” Letty asked as he took it in his hand. “Little disappointing after everything you went through.”

“Well, yeah, but I didn’t do it to get a sword.” Fable said, looking at the other six of them as they came up together. “I’d say it was worth every step. Now, Grem, I need some help dubbing people some titles.”

“Oh?” Grem turned to see him and he nodded toward the four. Ceru and Sierra looked at him, then to Raven and Jet. They all nodded. Cinnamon and Patagium smiled as they stood together as well. “Go ahead and say the words.” She pulled her sword and motioned for them to take a knee. She tapped her sword upon their shoulders as the rest of the guild stood by and watched.

“For loyalty and fealty in the face of certain doom, I hereby honor you all with the title of Champions.” Fable said as he followed the guildmaster, Grem’s lead. “Now, I dub thee warriors and maniacs alike.” He said, drawing a chuckle from the crowd. “Rise now as Champions of the Silver Oath and welcome to our humble group.”

They bowed, and all of the crowd went wild. Raven Cry and Jet were the first to congratulate them and welcome them. They’d started this journey on the path to collect a whole bunch of weapons and armor. What they found, they could all agree was a real treasure.