Song of the Nightingale.

by ArchAIngel

Rating: teen
Tags: Alternate Universe, Human, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Other, Adventure, Gore, Crossover
Length: 7989

A Nightingale encounters the Mysterium Xarxes, and it transports her to a odd land.

Theresa had done it all. She had slain Alduin, she freed the Companions from their curse, she destroyed the Eye of Magnus, and she, most of all, is a Nightingale. And yet, when she tries combining a Elder Scroll with the Mysterium Xarxes, she finds herself in a odd castle, full of.... horses?

Published 2013-03-13 21:10:01 UTC
Last updated 2013-06-29 22:31:23 UTC

Chapter 1: Horses with Thu'um?!?

Sighing, Theresa took stock of what she had, making sure that nothing had fallen off or turned into a sweetroll or something even weirder, the Wabbajack had sent her somewhere, but Sheogorath sometimes had a sense of humor like throwing someone at a dragon, then turning their sword into bread and using the toast to eat the remains.

Chillrend? Check, slung across back. Full charge.
Dawnbreaker? Check, crossing Chillrend on my back. Full charge.
Mehrunes Razor? Check, on my right hip, like normal.
Nightingale Blade? Check, on my left hip. Full charge.
Nightingale Bow? Check, and still had the arrows.
Good thing too, she had never figured out how to make the damn things. Full charge.
Her custom armor? All there, the layers of leather, heartscales, dragon scales, nightingale armor and finally parts of deathbrand armor for those lovely enchantments had helped so much in keeping her alive.
Potions? Check, plenty of potions from invisibility to healing to magic restoration.
Poisons? Check, including one from Canis Root, which will be very useful if she had to kill another ruler.
Skyforge Steel Daggers? Check, all four of them.
Underarm Crossbows? Check, still loaded. These would be useful in case of a surprise.
Amulet of the Nine? Check, having the divines on her side had saved her ass so many times in a fight.
Rings of Waterbreathing and Unarmed? Check.
Gold purse? Seems to be untouched. 15,000 gold was a good bit of spending money, although inflation could mess that up.
Sack of loot from the vault? Turned into cheese. Damned daedra, I hate it when I work so hard to get something and some nuisance gets rid of it like that. There were almost 200,000 gold pieces worth in there, and the guild needed something to help restock the vault after Mercer looted it.

Well, everything seemed to be in order, except the cheese sack. Then again, he could of turned it into a sabercat or something even worse, so she supposed that it was better then some other things. Now, she needed to find out what of the 9 main species of Nirn inhabited this castle. After all, each had different way of patrolling, setting up traps, and the various other things a thief needed to know to get around. Looking at the doorways, she saw that they had a extended stone ridge above them, almost like a sunshade or porch roof. Those would make perfect hiding places, and she quickly climbed up onto one, wondering why any sane man or mer would make such a stupid mistake constructing a castle, a place that was supposed to be easily defended and hard to get into. She shrugged, and heard a click, click, click of boots moving down the corridor. She made sure that she wouldn't be seen from whatever was coming, and waited.

She did not have to wait long.

A horse, about her height, dark blue with a horn and wings, with a moon tattoo on its butt, and a mane that was weirdly wavy and made her want to cut it and see if it did anything else. It wore a crown, and a odd necklace, along with silvery horseshoes that were most likely what she had heard echoing.

"What. The. Fuck."

The horse thing turned around, and yelled something that sounded familiar, but she didn't recognize it, although the effect was quite obvious. After all, a wall of force was hard to miss, although it was easy to counter. " FUS RO DA!" The shouts slammed into each-other, and mine blew through the horse-things shout like a dagger through butter. "Hey, horse-thingy, you talk?" The horse, staggered by my Shout, opened it's mouth, and said something in a unknown language, although it seemed familiar. It's horn glowed a deep cobalt blue, and I saw that a aura of the same color was enveloping me. Damn, few mages can lift a person, and even though women are lighter, with all my gear I still weighed around 300 pounds. And this thing had lifted me!

"Let me go! Now!" I struggled, and the horse-thing winced a bit. Maybe it was keeping the air in place around me, instead of directly lifting me? "Oh ho, I think you fucked up. You see, you left my mouth uncovered. DU KEY LAH!" The shout formed as a black wave, laced with gold streaks, and when it hit the horse, the glow around the horn dissipated. "Heh, stupid horse." It covered it's head with it's hooves, in a odd gesture for a horse. I walked over, drew Mehrunes Razor, and slammed the pommel into the horn at the base. The horse-things eyes rolled up, and it fell limp. I leaned over, and reached for the necklace that it wore, when it suddenly slammed it's horn into my chest, piercing me through. I slammed the blade of Mehrunes Razor into the eye, and pulled the eyeball out, no time to play nice, and kicked it in the head, launching myself off the horn. Casting a quick healing spell, and drinking a potion, I got back up. The horse-thing was screeching at a volume that made my ears bleed.

"SHUT UP!"

I slammed the blade into the emptied eye socket, and drove it into the brain. Then it somehow got back up, and gored me again! "How the hell are you doing that?!?!" I switched to Chillrend, and slashed at the right wing, severing it. The amount of blood coming out of the stump, coupled with the eye being ripped out and a stab wound in the brain, would of stopped even a dragon, and the damn thing still lived! I launched myself off the horn again, this time slashing at it, trying to sever it. Some mages would put themselves in a object, and if the object was separated from them, they died. I hoped this horn was the same, even with draining the horse-thing of magic, I couldn't take another goring like that without being seriously wounded.

"Just die already, Talos damn you!" Healing my wound again, I noticed that Chillrend had somehow not severed the horn. The horse-thing had widened eyes, and appeared to be shocked that anything could cut it's horn, even though the blade barely cut through a quarter of it. It turned around, and began sprinting, and I couldn't have that, guards are annoying to deal with, and this horse-thing was probably important to some noble. I shot it in the right hind leg with a firebolt, shattering the kneecap, and bringing the damned thing to a halt. I slashed it's other wing off, and proceeded to slam Chillrend into the horn again, nearly severing it this time.

I raised Chillrend again, about to sever the horn, when it was yanked out of my grasp by a purple horse, this one with a horn. With the purple one were a orange horse with a weird hat, a white horse with just a horn, a yellow horse with wings that was cowering in a corner,a pink horse that was acting like a Khajiit on enough skooma to kill a giant. A cyan blue blur slammed into me, and I was suddenly on the floor with a cyan blue horse with wings, purple eyes, and a rainbow mane stood on me and yelled something in that weird language. These horses were all much smaller, although if they were all as powerful as the blue one, I had a problem. "Three words bitch: FUS RO DA!"

The cyan blue winged horse, who I named "Noisy" in my head, slammed into the ceiling, and I heard the wings, and probably several other bones, crack loudly. "Do you damn horses even talk?" Then you see a purple and green dragon, incredibly tiny and probably mutated, pop out from behind the purple one. "..Drem Yol Lok Dovah. Drey Key Lo Hiu?"
The purple dragons eyes bug out, and it begins talking in the weird language at the purple one. I see a odd light blue globe form around me, as a white horse with a horn and armor walks toward me, the horn glowing the same color. It yells at me, but as before, I have no clue what it says. I slam Chillrend into the barrier, and it shatters. I gather myself, readying for a fight.

Author's Note

Du Key Lah: devour horse magicka.
Drem Yol Lok Dovah: greetings dragon.
Drey Key Lo Hiu: Did horses deceive you
The Amulet of the Nine is just the amulets of the divines, all together in one amulet.
The weapons and items will be based on the artifact balance overhaul mod, as it reflects the fact that such rare items should be more powerful then anything a player can make.

Chapter 2: Capture.

"Look, whatever the hell is going on, I just want to find out where I am and stop being attacked! Leave me alone!" Theresa yelled at another one of those damned horses, no.... wait... A UNICORN! Bloody fucking hell, a unicorn? The Hero of Kvatch killed the last one, so how is one here? Did I travel through time and space? It just made a clumsy slash at her, not even coming close to cutting her as she deflected it with ease.Do these things ever fight? I saw better moves off bandits then that! She sighed, and raised her blade, about to slay the stupid unicorn, when the little pink and yellow ball somehow hovered in front of her. She looked at it curiously..

And met oblivion. Eyes full of fury met hers, and she stiffened. "....What are you? Some sort of lesser daedra?" She stared back, meeting the fury of this strangely scary yellow winged horse with the knowledge accumulated from a thousand dead dragons, the emotions of their lives roaring up inside her, filling her with power. She growled in fury, reached out, and snapped the wings off at the base. "Fuck with my head again, and I will give you to the lord of rape as a new playtoy." The little horse was shivering, so she decided that it had enough. She looked at where the armored unicorn was, and now around 80 horses, some with wings, some unicorns and all with armor, had arranged themselves in front of her. Standing in the center was a majestic sight, another winged unicorn but this one was pure white, wearing armor that appeared to be forged from some strange light blue-green metal. In front of it, in a golden aura, was a massive halberd. It was made of the same strange material, and looked extremely sharp. It had a filigree of gold on it, in the shape of a sun, outlining a masterfully carved ruby in the same shape. When she looked at the large, white horse, it had a tattoo on it's butt of the sun. Well, someones got a theme going.

"Screw this, 80 to 1 odds? Not gonna fight like that. Now, if it was more even..." GOL HAH DOV! The Thu'um manifested as a ring of golden light, ringed with white, and hit around 30 of the unicorns, and about 14 of the winged ones. It also struck the big one, but it somehow resisted it. She gave it a curious look, not even dragons could stand up to that! "What are you?" She asked it, and it responded with some sort of odd pulse, which looked like ripples of golden water, pouring out from it. The strange magic struck her, and her jaw dropped as her weapons appeared in a pile behind the strange winged horse.
The telltale signs that her Thu'um had taken effect also disappeared from the unicorns and winged horses that were struck by it. "What the HELL was that!" She roared, furious. NO-ONE ever, ever, EVER touched her weapons. She had worked for days on them, poured her heart, her soul, her very essence of being into them, and being separated from them felt like she had just had her soul snapped in half and stomped on by a mammoth.

"Oh, it is ON now, bitch. You took my weapons? Fine, then you die slower." She pulled back her hood, revealing hair that was a ebony black, skin of dragon scales, and eyes that looked like frozen diamonds, glittering with pure fury. The large white horse reared back, and slammed its front hooves into the ground, and the floor shattered beneath her feet. The Nightingale quickly reached up, grabbed the rim of the sudden hole in the floor, and pulled herself up, launching her lithe body into the ceiling, where she grabbed the one with rainbow hair, and ripped out a wing bone. She grinned, now she had a weapon, and with it, she immediately dropped down, and drove the sharp point of the bone, shattered from the impact of her wings on the ceiling, into the armored unicorns eye, causing it to drop its sword. She let go of the bone, and picked up the sword, swinging it a couple of times experimentally, testing the balance. "Not bad smithing for a bunch of retarded unicorns and mutated freaks." Several of the winged horses looked green, and the floor soon had a light coat of vomit.

The large one did something similar to what the other winged unicorn had, creating a wall of force with its voice. Oddly, it was not using the Thu'um, but something else. Are these things capable of mimicking the Thu'um? It looks like it. She merely said "FUS RO DA", and the wall of force created by the large white winged unicorn was canceled out by the force of the Thu'um. "Whatever the hell you are, you just screwed up by the numbers. Challenging me to a battle of shouts is the very last thing you want to do. YOL TOOR SHUL!" The stream of fire slammed into the large white winged unicorn, and dissipated harmlessly. It launched a massive fireball back at her, and she stopped it, barely. She charged, and slashed the first unicorn in the throat, grabbed that ones sword, and jammed them both into the chest of one of the winged ones, kicking the corpse off the simple blades. A bolt, similar to a firebolt spell, but golden in color, flew at her, and she dodged it with ease, killing another unicorn by gutting it while she rolled. She got up, and cut both wings off one of the winged ones, where it collided with a unicorn. They both collapsed, the unicorn from the impact, and the winged one from the fact that it had a horn sticking out of its chest. "SLEN TIID VO!" The world slowed down, and the Nightingale smiled. She ran over to the pile of weapons behind the large one, when it somehow managed to slam a wing into her throat, crumpling the esophagus. She collapsed, and her vision faded to black...

Chapter 3: Why not to lock up a thief.

Theresa awoke, grumbling slightly that she had been beaten by a "Fucking winged unicorn with a sun fetish" She attempted to stand up, and heard clinks, feeling a pressure around her lower legs. "...The fuck is this? Why would they put chains around my legs? Really, my opinion of these horses is dropping down like a dragon with a missing head." She grumbled, noticing that they, for some reason, hadn't taken her armor. "Hmph. So, did they seal off the little pocket dimension where I keep my stuff?" She reached behind her back, under her cloak, and pulled out a set of lockpicking tools. "Nope! Now, to leave, get my weapons, and then find that fucking winged unicorn that beat me. Might be able to beat me in a straight fight, but most things die if they have no time to react. If it is as tough as the blue one though, I probably should- why the hell am I talking to myself?" She bent over, crouching slightly to properly reach the locks on the chains. She felt around them, and they felt like the work of an apprentice, and were easily bypassed. The chains slid off with a THUNK, rather louder then steel should make. "The fuck? That sounded like gold!"

She carefully concealed her hands, and cast a bound dagger spell, quickly hiding the blade under the cloak. She sat and waited for her eyes to adjust to the gloom, otherwise she might strike sparks, which would attract guards, possible more of the winged unicorns. She could take one at a time, but multiple might actually be able to kill her, which was rather unusual for her opponents. Having of stolen the body of a world-devouring dragon by letting herself die so he absorbed her soul then overriding his soul with her own, then forcing it into a relatively human shape, generally did that to a person. Admittedly, she had gotten rather cocky, but that was rather justified. While she thought about this, her night vision came back. "Finally!" She gently slipped the blade along the chains edge, the daedric blade cutting the steel like butter, revealing a familiar metallic sheen. "They make chains out of gold here? Jeez, I've heard of golden cages, but this is insane! Do they have any CLUE how to restrain people? Then again, the steel was pretty bad too, so maybe they are just shit metalworkers. Hooves would be a pain to work with in a forge. Hard enough with hands." She stood up, and carefully examined the bars. Could they be this steel over gold mix as well? She drew the blade along the edge of the bar, and again the metallic sheen of gold showed up. "Ok, at this point, I am seriously considering just stealing all the chains and selling them.

She neatly cut the bars off, making a redguard-turned part dragon-sized hole. She pulled them out, and silently walked through the hole. She turned around, and lightly put the bars back in the hole, welding them back on with a simple flames spell, concentrated into a tiny, one-inch flame that burned blue. Best not to make whatever guards this place had suspicious, if the winged unicorns were the guards, then she would be FUCKED if she ran into a bunch of them. She blended in with the shadows, carefully avoiding even the tiniest glints of light. She slipped by a ordinary horse, this one armored with the unicorns and the winged horses she had encountered earlier, and kept going. Were the unicorns and winged ones the ones who fought, and the ones without either relegated to prison duty? It would make sense, prison duty was boring as hell from what she heard, and was considered a job that the shittiest guards were given as a punishment. Without a horn, or wings, the ordinary horses must have a big disadvantage in this place.

She quietly slipped by a total of 3 more armored normal horses, easily avoiding them. They were a bit like the falmer reversed, instead of being incredibly ugly, they were so cute that it broke the scale and went to ugly, instead of being blind, they had impossibly huge eyes, and instead of having incredible hearing, they seemed to have the ears of a dead duck. She sighed, it was really fucking annoying. She was used to having to disguise her noise, because she could simply stay behind someone and if she was silent, they never saw here. With these, she had to blend in, and look like the background, which was difficult in a location of which her knowledge could be summarized as: Stupid horses. Some unicorns, some with wings, some unicorns with wings. Unicorns with wings very dangerous. Make steel-coated gold chains. Not much to go on, for blending in with the background. Especially as the eyes would let them see behind themselves, like a prey animal. Most prey, like deer, had eyes to see all around them, to spot approaching predators, and predators had forward-facing eyes, to focus more on the prey.

She walked around, and found a strange hole in the wall. The horses walked right by it, as if it were not there. She closed her eyes, then opened her eyes, then opened her eyes again. Everything, even the air gleamed, like it was full of magicka, and the hole had a VERY powerful illusion spell on it, apparently keyed to the eyes of the horses, although it was hard to tell. It 'tasted' different when she looked at it. Almost like her own, but not the same, as if another her had done it, but was not a exact copy. It felt like a similar spell to invisibility, but directed towards eyes instead of light. Invisibility made light ignore you, this made the targets of the spell ignore you. It was fascinating, but she had to disable her eyes. She closed her eyes, and closed them again, then opened them. Now she could see normally, looking at magic for a while was NOT good for the eyes. She knew that strange tunnels generally led to loot, and loot was always good, so long as it was not too heavy. She crawled into there, dispelling the bound dagger in a tiny flash of purple. She crawled for what she estimated was fifteen minutes or so, noting the odd bits of chitin that littered the place. Was this a chaurus tunnel? She finally reached the end, and met a trapdoor. Not really a barrier, it wasn't even locked, and she pushed it aside with ease. She clambered up, and looked right into the face of a thing that looked like a chaurus and one of the winged unicorns screwed each other, then gave birth to something far too weird to be real. "What are you, creature?" It asked. "HOLY FUCK! You speak nordic!"

Author's Note

This was supposed to be from the POV of the ponies, but I could not get them to come off as anything like how they are depicted, and celestia came out as either pacifist to the point of stupidity, or a tyrant. Hard line to walk, that. Anyway, that was what caused the MASSIVE delay, this was supposed to come out a long time ago.

Sorry guys.

I know that everyone is probably expecting a update, but lore has gotten in the way. You know when Serana says that the Elder Scrolls are indestructible? That counters a part of the story that was critical to the plot. I tried to get around it, but I failed. Sorry. However, here are the notes, and how it was vaguely supposed to go. Do with it what you want.

Song of a Nightingale planning. Theresa tries talking to queen chrysalis, learns some basic data. Said data is: What pegasi are, what alicorns are, what ponies are called, a summary of the elements, how changelings feed (most likely gets a reaction of “not so different” out of Theresa) and after the not so different comment, a request for advice. Figure out line breaks. After a line break, have the weapons be located by the CMC. Scootaloo thinks the nightingale blade looks awesome, and picks it up in her mouth. As Theresa has parts of her soul in her weapons, it overrides Scootaloo, rips all data from the mind, and destroys the soul to charge itself. The scootablade then kills the other two, cleans it up, and hides the bodies. Then, it grabs the crossbows, and the bolts, and brings them to Theresa, because it wants to be back together with its other parts. Said blade, reunited with the primary soul part, will give understanding of pony, although human mouthparts are literally incapable of making the noises required, because Scootaloo’s soul, eaten, gave her knowledge to Theresa. This data will tell Theresa where the weapons are, as none of the ponies would touch them, because they “knew” to stay together, and zapped any of the ponies who tried to pick them up. When the CMC arrived, their minds were weak enough to be easily overridden, which was “seen” by the weapons. Said weapons will then be acquired for Theresa by the scootablade, because it is a useful minion. Next chapter.
The elements get “replaced” with changelings, and are then made VERY dead, as they are a large risk, and Theresa has killed enough evil overlords, and seen enough through her acquired memories, to know not to leave enemies alive. Rainbow gets pulled along by scootablade, who claims that spitfire wants to see her, and then gets her throat cut. The head is then removed, to make sure. AJ gets a poisoned apple. Again, head cut off to make sure. Fluttershy gets some noises like a hurt animal, goes to investigate, and finds an exploding familiar. No need to cut off the head this time, only ash would be left. Pinkie gets a trail of cupcakes, with the last one just past a shock rune. Head cut off, and then the body burned, because Theresa has no clue how pinkie does what she does, and therefore, makes double sure she is dead. Rarity finds a soul gem, which is trapped with a powerful paralyze spell. Cue lack of head! Sparkle-butt gets a black book. Enough said there. Result: primary threats eliminated. The guards are then steadily replaced with changelings until there are either no more changelings or no more guards. Luna is made into a volikhar vampire, with the twist of a little part of the mind that controls loyalty, making her into what amounts to an extremely powerful thrall to Theresa. The elements (items) are taken, carefully copied, and then the copies are put in place of the real ones. This will add an extra level of caution to the barrier for their use, as they are an extremely powerful wild card that plays in favor of the ponies by definition and Theresa is taking lots of precautions with such powerful items.
Next chapter.
The wedding occurs; Sparkle-butt actually survives the black book, and comes out with an elven warhammer. No armor, because human armor does not fit ponies. Cue rescue of cadence. When Celestia comes out to challenge chrysalis, she gets hit with dragonrend, which cripples her, as she is a lesser et’ada. Conclusion based on that she does not get older, has a large amount of power, is very hard to kill, and is worshipped as a god. Fits the pattern for a lesser et’ada, only problem is the benevolence, which is easily explained as trying to rule through kindness so nobody will question her or revolt. Not what is actually happening of course, Celestia is really that nice, but Theresa would never believe that. While dragonrend is active, Theresa and chrysalis both hit Celestia with everything they have, killing her. Then the scene with shining armor. However, Theresa stops the massive beam that was a combo attack of shining armor and cadence by shooting shining armor in the face, killing him.
Cue berserk cadence, which reaches out and PULLS for power, shattering all the crystals underneath canterlot with a sound like a billion tiny bells. Reaction: summed up as “oh crap”.
Next chapter.
Cadence goes full nightmare moon, and proceeds to hit Theresa with a MASSIVE blast of magic, which leaves a crater in the ground about thirty feet deep. However such a blast created a large dust cloud, and when that clears, it shows Theresa, holding up an elder scroll, standing on a column of rock. She had used the elder scroll to block the massive magic attack, and then uses dragonrend on nightmare!cadence. This does not work as cadence is a “lesser” alicorn, with an earth pony mare, and a Pegasus and unicorn stallion as parents. Even with that setup, such lesser alicorns are so rare as to be non-existent. They live for around 400 years; instead of the hundred or so that a normal pony lives. They are stronger then a normal unicorn magically, but are weaker then the “true” alicorns, as they are not lesser et’ada. Cadence then tries to destroy the elder scroll, and she chars it slightly. It responds by pulling in her magic, which she had put out in a concentrated beam, absorbing her magic, and then absorbing her. It then uses the energy to repair itself. Theresa is shocked, and reminds herself to never piss off the elder scrolls, and if she ever finds who created them, to be very nice and very respectful to them, as they would be VERY powerful. Chrysalis responds with shock that a being that had been responsible for the death of Celestia, took over Luna and supercharged her with a strange ability, dealt with the elements of harmony with ease, and carries immensely powerful artifacts capable of penetrating alicorn flesh, is scared of something. After all, such a being should be able to win against anything in existence. Theresa explains that the elder scrolls are to her as she is to an ordinary pony, and expresses shock that cadence had actually managed to slightly char one. After all, they are fragments of the universe (although by being in a part of the multiverse, they are now fragments of said multiverse) and that means that cadence could’ve ripped apart reality if she had thought and not just raged. Anger is not a good method for dealing with such powerful objects.
Next chapter.
Theresa kills Sparkle-butt, as she is freaking out over what just happened. Understandable, her mentor just died, her big brother just got shot in the face, her friends are dead, canterlot is in ruins, and this one being is responsible. The fact that a vampire puts out an aura of fear does not hurt either. Then Theresa takes the horn from Celestia, and pockets it to experiment on. Queen chrysalis is recovering somewhat, although still shocked, which is reasonable. Theresa slaps her, and tells her to snap out of it, and to get changelings digging through the rubble. When chrysalis asks why, Theresa responds by saying that they can use them to set up “love farms” and then be harvested for an easy food source. Then she asks how more changelings are created, and gets an answer of “queen lays eggs. Males fertilize eggs.” She then asks how many changelings are left(87), how many eggs one queen can lay(200 or so), how many changelings come from each egg(1), are there any other queens(no), how often a queen can lay eggs(once a month), can more queens be created(no), and are there any other interesting things to fight. The last question gets a reaction of “are you insane!?” from chrysalis, and Theresa responds with a list of things she has killed, to chrysalises shock. Then, the business of ruling the country is started. Propaganda that says that Celestia blew up canterlot, then cadence tried again, as they had gone insane, while the elements tried to stop them but died in the process goes out. Luna now rules. As the official ruler now, she recruits a new advisor, Theresa, who is simply called nightingale. As all of the ponies who knew what Theresa looked like are dead, under her control, or her allies, this works. Most ponies do not believe it, but some do. The changelings efforts at pulling ponies out of the rubble get publicized as rescue efforts, Luna issues a statement that the changelings came here at her request, because she believed that Celestia was going through some of the same things that she had gone through to become nightmare moon, only making it eternal day instead of night. Also in the statement should be that cadence was assisting Celestia, and that Celestia cursed Luna with her last breath to have the suns rays burn her. This explains the sun problems of the vampirism, the ruins, and pretty much the whole damn thing. Some mental suggestions cast at a low level on a crowd make them more receptive, and a larger spell for making the whole country a bit more suggestible for the purposes of Theresa is worked on.
Next chapter.
Theresa is investigating exactly what Celestia armor and weapons are made of, as adamantine is not a material known to Nirn. It turns out to be an alloy of dwemer metal, and aetherium. The result is light, sharp, and very deadly. Theresa does not know this, she just knows it as a metal that her weapons cannot cut, and her magic cannot heat, and is extremely sharp. In the everfree, the seal to tartaros is weakening, making it so that the contents, the dwemer, are now trying actively to escape. Also, some delving in Luna’s mind shows that something is sealed away in it. (This is nightmare moon, the real Luna. The one known to the show is a very well made imitation of the “ideal” version of Luna.) Theresa easily kidnaps a random pony, and then removes the soul from them. The body, now empty of soul, has the soul replaced with nightmare moons soul. Nightmare moon is in a very bad mood, and is about to attack Theresa when she notices Celestia halberd on her back. Nightmare moon is not stupid, and asks how she got that from her worst enemy. Theresa responds with that she killed her, along with cadence and the elements. Nightmare expresses disbelief, until Theresa pulls out Celestia horn, and shows it to nightmare. Nightmare has a reaction of “holy crap!” which is rather justified, as she and Celestia were goddesses by their standards, which means that this being, to them, killed an immortal. As immortals are, by definition, unkillable, this is obviously an extremely impressive feat. Nightmare moon asks if Theresa is maintaining the seal. Theresa asks what seal she is talking about, and Nightmare actually acts frightened, and ask what is going on. Theresa responds with the fact that she has barely been here three weeks, most of which was spent unconscious, plotting or fighting. At what point did she have time to look for a seal? Nightmare responds with a short explanation that says that the dwemer visited long ago, and tried to take over equestrian through force. Nobody knows how they were stopped, however, not even Nightmare, as they came before even Celestia. However, if the seal is not maintained, then the dwemer can get out, and as steam centurions were the foot soldiers of the dwemer, the dwarves spheres the scouts, the spiders the workers, and the ballista the archers, this means that a rather large problem is on the way. Especially as the dwemer have created several new devices for combat. Airships, powered armor, drop-feed crossbows, huge mecha the size of giants, and most importantly, a huge deposit of aetherium, which is made into adamantine. The deposit is under the old, ruined castle. This is why it was originally built, to keep the dwemer out. Now that it is abandoned, the sealers either dead or incapable of sealing, and the seal no longer as strong, the dwemer can get to a massive deposit of an extremely magical material. This is not known though, as the original builders sealed the dwemer through a mass sacrifice, and did not think to leave records. Leave the builders an unknown race, will make the readers go nuts trying to figure it out.
Next chapter.
This one is mostly going to be Kagrenac mobilizing the armies of the dwemer for the assault. Also, Theresa will be hunting for the seal, because Nightmare did some rather detailed descriptions of what is down there. She recognized the dwarves spheres, and the steam centurions, although not the dwemer themselves. She knows that while she has MASSIVE amounts of power, and has two beings with a not inconsiderable power level, Nightmare and Chrysalis, to help, she still cannot hope to defeat all the dwemer. This chapter will be relatively boring, just mobilization.
Next chapter.
The seal is located in the center of the dragon lands. This is discovered by Nightmare, while she looks through the restricted section of the archives, and runs into a nasty little section with a strong seal on it. The only reason Nightmare found it is that she literally ran into it. Nightmare summons Theresa, and they proceed to break the sealed section wide open. The sealed section somehow contains the ebony blade, along with a book for teleportation spells, and the book with the location of the seal in it, along with how to seal it. Theresa decides to use the elements (items) as the power source for it, rather then a bunch of dead things, as she would rather not haul around a bunch of useless ponies if she can just carry an ugly hat and some even uglier jewelry. After all, dealing with a large group of beings with a legitimate reason to hate you is very difficult. She tries to pick up the elements, but they STRONGLY resist being picked up by her. After all, she is pretty much the opposite of harmony. However, when she rails at them(as she has been told that they “choose” the bearers of the elements, Theresa thinks they are sentient, although common knowledge is that they are not, common knowledge is wrong) about how the dwemer are escaping, they send her a message which says “You may hold us. No more. If these “dwemer” are what live in tartaros, then their release dooms equestrian, and that we will not allow.” Theresa shrugs, and puts them in her little pocket dimension in the space between her and her cloak. The elements “sense” the black books and elder scrolls in the pocket dimension, and after a brief talk, agree to leave each other alone, unless the situation is sufficiently dire to warrant working together. The black books are reasonably contented, as Theresa fed them a large amount of knowledge through several guard souls, along with Sparkle-Butts soul. The elder scrolls do not care, unless their bearer is in danger of death, in which case they intervene, and the elements are very annoyed, but have to put up with it, as they do not want equestrian subject to the whims of the dwemer. This happens in the space between the smallest amounts of time; as such powerful items are easily capable of warping space and time to their whims.
Next chapter.
Theresa sets out for the center of the dragon lands, with the ebony blade and her old weapons on her back. Queen chrysalis has the weapons and armor of Celestia, and is told to figure out what exactly they are and what they are made of. Luna is told to simply run the country, and is given a spell that allows her to talk to Theresa unless she does not wish to be spoken too, which is signified by the spell turning green. This is in case something happens that requires some advice from Theresa that chrysalis cannot deal with or help with. It is a two-way spell, however, which means that Theresa can keep in contact with her current base. She is walking along a long dirt road, and makes it to the border between equestrian and the dragon lands just as the sun falls and the moon rises. The border guards are easily bypassed, as their death would cause the dragon nation to declare war on equestrian, and Theresa is not going to be there to help for about six months. It takes a while to get to the center of the nation after all, the geographical center that is. Nothing really happens to Theresa, as she is incredibly stealthy and none of the dragons expect someone to infiltrate them. She does run across a hydra, but it is dispatched by having it’s blood drained, as while feeding weakens vampires in canon, that makes no sense, as well-fed people are more capable of fighting, and Theresa has not fed for a while. Explain this to readers.
Next chapter.
The center is in a mine, which is mined by slaves of various species that the dragons have captured. The elements are STRONGLY opposed to such things, as it goes against what they stand for, and what they are. However, Theresa is not someone who cares what happens, so long as her mission is completed. The elements order her to free the slaves, and Theresa tells them that it would serve no useful purpose, and waste time that could be used to stop the dwemer. The elements try to make her free the slaves, and she resists, and the elements give some arguments that are based around “how would you feel?” and “everyone should be free”, but Theresa responds with “if they are caught, bad luck for them” and keeps resisting, telling the elements that they are wasting time, and if the dwemer escape they are all dead anyway, or worse. They tell her that this is more important, and Theresa gives them a VERY nasty lecture about heroism, and how it causes problems. The more time she spends arguing with the elements, the more time the dwemer have to escape, and the more likely that everyone here is dead. If she spends time freeing the slaves, it makes it more likely that they will die. It is the logic of survival, and has no room for mercy or emotional things, for those slow it down, and decrease the odds of survival. That is not allowed. The elements let Theresa go, and she quickly gets to the seal. However, it is broken, but only just. There is only one dwemer out, but it is (unknown to Theresa) Kagrenac. Theresa prepares for a fight.
Next chapter.
Theresa and Kagrenac fight, and Kagrenac is winning, until Theresa pulls out Dragon Aspect, along with several other once-a-day powers to hit him hard, however, he manages to survive it, and comes within a inch of killing Theresa before she manages to get the elements to the seal, and the resulting massive explosion of magical energy literally burns up Kagrenac, and Theresa survives only because the elements had timed it so that Kagrenac was in between her and the seal. In other words, he was a meatshield, involuntary though it was. The seal is back together, and Theresa is nearly dead. The elements attempt to capitalize on this, and heal her back to full, for which they get a thank-you and nothing else. They give a lecture on how “harmony saved the day” until Theresa interrupts them with the fact that unless she had done this, the land would be covered in dwemer, and they kill any non-dwemer on sight, so she had no choice. Harmony had nothing to do with it; her motivation was self-interest and nothing more. The only reason the elements were used is that they were easily accessed, and the elder scrolls would not mess with other universes. Theresa drops the elements on the ground, and leaves them there, telling them that she has no further use for them, and that they should stay here and keep the seal intact, as nobody else will do so. Theresa then contacts chrysalis and tells her that she is leaving, and going to wander. This world is full of loot, and she wants to find plenty of it. Chrysalis objects, until Theresa points out that so far nothing has happened, and that the nation she rules is now established and past problems she deals with. Now, wandering time.

Author's Note

So, after that wall of text, I have a few questions.
I have spent some of the time working on three different plans for crossovers, and I would like suggestions.
1: Freelancer crossover. The purple gem thing is equestria, and Trent drops it. Cue anthro mane six. Then cue dirty joke.
2: Morrowind crossover. When Almalexia and the Nerevarine fight, Hopesfire strikes the mazed band. This causes a two-part teleport, with Almalexia going to Canterlot, and the Nerevarine going to the hive of Queen Chrysalis. Allies quickly, then lots of fighting.
3: Cataclysm, Dark Days Ahead crossover: Attempt to teleport what amounts to a MKI bolo without the main gun around leads to a malfunction, and enough guns to level a small continent, someone who is more cyborg then anything else, and a massive tank-like care land on top of Canterlot mountain. These obey gravity, and roll down into the vault of the elements. More stuff happens.

Prologue: Elder Scrolls and Buckets.

Theresa laughed as she waltzed through the guards, Castle Dour held no challenge for those with the Blessing of Nocturnal, the Mistress of Night. After all, how could you stop a being who you could not see, hear, touch or smell? The agent of stealth walked up to the great vault door, a smirk on her face. She took out her lockpicks, and began the touchy process of dealing with a master-forged lock. After she broke her fifth pick, she stepped back and frowned, examining the lock more closely. It was made of brass, and yet there was something familiar about it. She look more closely, and furrowed her brows in anger, for she saw the angular writing of the Dwemer, irritating little pests. Grumbling, she drew her dagger, a blade forged by Dagon himself. Nocturnal was not above allowing her servants to use the tools of other daedra, so long as they used them for her purposes.

"Sigh, time to go for brute force. I hate this method." She slashed the lock, right above the mechanism, causing it to fall to the floor with a great thud.
"Damnit! Now every damn guard in the damned place will be after me! Better be quick..."
She stepped into the vault, closing the door and welding it shut with a few seconds of flames and sparks mixed together in a plasma glob. "Heh, see them get through that! Aaaannnddd I just sealed myself in. Fuck. Oh well, time to loot!"
She begins grabbing various gems, gold bars, coins, and valuable enchanted items.
"Ebony bars, flawless diamonds, gold coins and some nice elemental salts to round off the mix. Ain't life grand when you get to take whatever you want?" she says to herself.
"Now, to get out of here. Hmm, maybe one of these books does something?" She flips through the pages of several books, idly examining the titles. "Alteration books, meh. Destruction, nothing powerful enough to blow through the door. Restoration, useless here. Illusion, also useless. Ah, here we go! Conjuration! Teleportation through Oblivion to Nirn, by a Psijic monk . This should work! Now, how do I do this?"

Half an hour later
"Bloody guards, that ram wont bust this door for months! Just shut up!" Theresa yelled. "Assholes. Now, lets see what this ritual spell does. Wish that the book had been clearer about how it worked. Now, I need something powerful to substitute for all the other crap it needs, like sigil stones and stuff. Ah ha!" She pulls out her elder scroll, and places it in the center. "Now, infuse it with Conjuration magic, and then.. Ah!" The Wabbajack slides out of her backpack, clatters to the floor, and sends out a blast of energy. " Shiiiii-" The pentagram glows, and the Elder Scroll, Theresa, the Wabbajack, and about half a ton of vault vanish in a burst of magic, blowing the vault door out and ripping the guards apart, several losing limbs, and one losing the entire upper body. The floor is slick with blood, and a mage finally arrives. He examines the ritual, and tries to remember what little he knew about the details of the oblivion crisis...

Theresa's point of view
"-iiittttt. Well, now where am I?"