Post by ForgottenExistance on Jun 29, 2013 6:24:30 GMT
-General Stuff-
Name: Scarlet Arrow
Nickname/Alias(es): "The Broken Arrow". "Undead Mercenary". Merc. Scar.
Race: Unicorn
Gender: Female
Age: Adult mare
Additional Status: "Armor is a second skin to me. It's become natural to wear. Taking it off is like if you were to take off your fur." Scarlet Arrow almost never takes off her armor. Oddly enough, she even prefers to sleep in it.
-Physical Stuff-
Pelt Color: Scarlet's pelt is a solid snow white.
Mane/Tail Color and Style: Her mane and tail are both a deep crimson color, and kept relatively short. Her mane is held back in a single braid, while her tail is straight, though a little roughly cut.
Eye Color: Her eyes are a vivid firebrick red, which match the color of her mane and tail. The similarity is natural, rather than the result of dyes.
Cutie Mark: An arrow with a broken shaft and red fletchings. Broken in the middle, the two pieces are set at a rough 75 degree angle.
Other Scars/Markings: Scarlet has a few scars of various age on her body, and the tip of her left ear is ragged, uneven to her right ear. Most of the scars are completely covered when she wears her armor.
Physique: Scarlet is a tall mare, with a light lining of muscle. Years of traveling and fighting has left her with a very fit build. Though, she still has a feminine figure and a certain grace to her.
-Social Stuff-
Current Residence: Home is where the heart is.
Job: Technically a mercenary for hire, Scarlet will employ her services for whoever pays.
Mother: Shadow Caller
Father: Raindance
Sibling(s): Shattered Shield (Elder Brother)
Other Family: N/A
Closest Friends: N/A
Courting/Courted By: N/A
Mate: N/A
Foal(s): N/A
-Personality Stuff-
Likes: Admittedly, Scarlet loves the cold weather, especially winter. Even if she's forced to sleep outside in a blizzard, she'll endure it for the simple unscathed beauty of the snow. A loner at heart, Scarlet prefers to be alone, and enjoys the days of solitude to be found in the wilderness. While it is a very odd enjoyment for such a pony, Scarlet has a weakness for sweet treats. On her visits to society, she will often buy a bulk amount of sweets, to satisfy her until the next time she passes through a settlement. Though she previously had a sick love for battle, Scarlet now avoids conflict with other ponies whenever she can, and enjoys a peaceful solution to things. Though not many would guess it, the previously cold-blooded Unicorn is a romantic at heart, and dreams of one day being able to settle down. Scarlet also loves beaches, open spaces, and music from the Zebra homeland, which all symbolize freedom to her.
Dislikes: Scarlet, though she had a love for it, now despises pony-to-pony combat. She avoids it if at all possible. After many years spent wandering Equestria, Scarlet has a strong hatred towards urban environments, and prefers to spend as little time in them as possible. She doesn't mind rural areas and small communities, but she still avoids large crowds and populated areas. Scarlet also hates to have names pinned to her, or to be judged on her previous actions. She spent enough time regretting and paying the price of the actions of her past, and would rather not be accused any more. Though it may be hypocritical of her, she despises when other ponies feel sorry for themselves without reason. She believes that as long as you're alive, then you have reason enough to be happy. While she's sorry for herself, she's also thankful every day that she still draws breath, and counts her blessings.
Motivation: Scarlet is driven every single day to live for those who no longer can, and to make the world a better place. It only takes one pony and one act to make a difference, and that is precisely what drives her; to try and make the world a better place. Taking on gargantuan tasks is only logical in her mind; a reasonable thing when it comes to making the world a little brighter at its core.
Strengths: After training with every military force across Equestria's land, Scarlet is a veteran fighter. She can shoot a bow with her magic, wield weapons of all shapes and sizes, can fight hoof-to-hoof in multiple forms, and knows a mental library of real-time tactics. All this only fuels her love of combat, and makes it easier for her to live on her own on the road. She's a loner, who can survive perfectly well on her own, and prefers to do so. This means that she doesn't require constant socialization to stay happy, or even sane for that matter. While she knows how to survive on her own, fight, and help other ponies with whatever problem they might have, Scarlet also has a minor musical side to her. She enjoys playing the wooden flute, a relic from one of her pilgrimages through the Zebra homeland.
Weaknesses/Flaws: Because of Scarlet's previous love for battle, she prefers to stay away from society. This means that she will often force herself to stay alone, and will wander through the wilderness with nothing but her saddlebags and armor to her name. A result of her time in the wilderness is that she's become a little antisocial, and has trouble fitting in with other ponies. The fact that she'd rather die then be separated from her armor, coupled with the fact that she hates being judged, means that she will over-react in both situations. Though her over-reactions are often not violent, due to incredible self control, she is not above running away childishly to the wilderness without another word.
Fears: Scarlet is terrified of being caged, and stripped of her freedom again. While this may be the case, she's also terrified of being judged by somepony, while she only wishes to help. Scarlet is also unbelievably terrified of loosing another companion of hers, and as such, travels alone.While she may also be afraid of loosing her armor, dying, and clowns, there's one thing she's terrified more than anything of; regaining her lust for battle. The cause of so much pain and suffering, she fears being the cause of that much emotional trauma once again.
Personality: Scarlet, though she can be very chatty, often waits until the other pony opens up before she allows herself to do the same. She can sometimes have trouble fitting in, either by talking too loud, or discussing topics that aren't appropriate or even related to what was previously being discussed. Despite everything, Scarlet is a very honorable Unicorn, and will hold her true friends above all else. She doesn't lie, and respects everypony, including those that hate her. She tries to avoid any physical confrontation between herself and other ponies, because she fears deeply that she might loose herself and give in to the violence that had become a normal part of her life. Her loyalty to those she fights beside is unquestionable, and she will gladly die in glorious combat if it means saving just one of her allies. But due to her fear of loosing any more companions, she travels and fights alone, afraid to get too close to anypony.
Overall: The Broken Arrow is a mercenary like few others. She doesn't often work for money, but instead chooses to work for food and supplies, and simple hospitality. Working for practically free gives her a moral sense of goodness, making her believe that she's making a difference, rather than only thinking about money. And considering that she usually sleeps outside, and finds her own food, she has no need for actual money. But a warm meal and a soft bed now and then is all that she could ask for.
Her previous training in the Solar Guard, and with the individual forces around Equestria, results in her being a very well rounded warrior. It also gives her a strong sense of morality and honor, believing that every opponent should be respected, not taunted. Victory is a gift to her, something to be thankful for. As a result of her training, she is also more then capable of living in the wilderness and on the move. Her connection to the wilderness is the result of years spend on the move; learning to be one with the wilderness, and live in harmony with it. It's not the darkness and danger of the wilderness she fears; it's the cold and empty expanses of civilization that sets her on edge.
Scarlet takes jobs to help her fellow pony live a better life, focusing on making the world a better place. "Even the smallest of deeds may make our world a better place. It takes but one pony to make a difference" These are words to live by, in her mind. It doesn't matter what deed it may be, but if it makes a difference in one pony's life, then it would mean that the world is that much better. Her self need to atone also drives her, feeling that the lives that she was responsible for in her foolish young years requires her to repent through good deeds and selfless actions.
Reigning from Vanhoover, Scarlet has traveled across the entirety of Equestria. She knows its every peak and valley, and has passed through every settlement at one point or another. Despite all the deeds she's done to make the land better, the few ponies who know her only know of her as the Broken Arrow, or the Undead Mercenary, both of which are sickening reminders of her time as a vaguely equestricidal mercenary with a notorious tenancy of not dying. Though she isn't trying to escape the hole that she dug herself, she certainly isn't one to happily parade about when other ponies only know her for having taken lives.
While Scarlet will still raise a blade or a bow in defense or as part of a job, she doesn't go around intentionally looking for trouble. She got the majority of her mercenary group killed for her previous love of battle, and certainly learned her lesson the hard way. Now, her weapons are almost never drawn when facing another pony. Instead, she satisfied her perverse enjoyment of battle by wandering the wilderness, alone with her thoughts. She sees it as a form of a pilgrimage, until she believes that her lust for battle is permanently sated. Even though she has actually long-since conquered the lust for battle, she still only allows herself limited visits to society to help other ponies in their lives, since she is still under the deluded impression that she hasn't conquered her lust.
As a constant reminder of who she was, and what she lost, Scarlet always wears the heavy grey armor of her mercenary days. The weight, though it doesn't bother her anymore, still serves symbolically as a burden that she must work off through pilgrimage and selfless acts. She almost never takes it off, and will go so far as to sleep in it. It's as much her as her mane or her tail, and has been shaped to be as unique as the pony that wears it. She also wears it to cover her many scars, in an attempt to make her seem less deformed. This, however, only serves a redundant purpose, considering that not many ponies wear full plate armor in normal circumstances.
Suggested Listening.
"The mistake that most ponies make is assuming that everyone can be summarized and placed in groups. Many are raised to think like that; all criminals come from bad families in poor areas, all rich people are pompous and pampered, all writers like cider, all murderers have no heart. But the truth is far different, because the truth is that you cannot place ponies into groups like they fit into color categories. That is what separates ponies like me from ponies like you. I don't see categories, I don't see groups or types. I see individuals, and more importantly, I see threats."
"I was born in Vanhoover, into a wealthy family of lower-class nobles. My mother and father both worked for a living, but they were happy doing it, and it wasn't for the money. My brother wanted to be a Guard, and since I idolized him, I quite happily went about martial training with him so that maybe one day I could join the Guard with him and we could work together. We fought with sword and shield, with axe and bow, and all the while our parents supported us in our endeavors."
"When I finished school a year after my brother, I joined up with the Guard like we had planned, and took to my training very fondly. But all the while through all the discipline and the restraint, I found myself looking for something more. Being a soldier wasn't fun, it wasn't something that I enjoyed. Everywhere I looked I ran into another wall, another cluster of red tape, another officer shouting at me for insubordination or unnecessary brutality. It was all a load."
"So, about a year after that, I decided to leave and find my own way of working with the sword without having to take orders. I joined up with a small mercenary band, a group of sellswords with no real morals or codes. It was perfect. We did what we were paid to do without any consideration for collateral or the feelings of others. And we were paid handsomely for what we did. But we never did anything completely horrible. Sure, we raided bandit camps or destroyed rival businesses, shut down a few archaeological digs, roughed up ponies that wouldn't cooperate with our employers, but we never did anything psychotic. At least, not until we found the Archblade."
"It's this old tale about the three tribes, before Harmony, when everyone hated each other but needed one-another to survive. In an attempt at unity, the leaders of the three tribes got together and arranged for their best blacksmiths to forge a symbol of their unity. For the Earth ponies, the sword would be made with the heaviest and sturdiest stone that the Earth ponies dared to mine, making it just as enduring and strong as the Earth ponies themselves. For the Pegasi, the sword would be crafted in a traditional pegasus manner, making the blade as swift, light and agile as its pegasi creators. And finally, for the Unicorns, the blade would be sculpted in a regal manner and enchanted to reflect the power of its wielder, making it as deadly and beautiful as the Unicorns. The blade came together perfectly, and was sworn to be used to defend the three tribes in times of chaos. But it was never wielded, and wound up buried under mountains of snow and ice."
"Now, a magic blade that reflects the power of the wielder is handy, but when that blade has been encased in hate and anger for centuries, that power can easily be corrupted. So, when an innocent merchant traveling the frozen wastes wound up finding the blade, it's needless to say that the corrupted magic began to reflect those feelings onto him. By the time he ran into our band, he was as psychotic as King Sombra himself. His only downfall was the fact that he had no previous experience with wielding swords, and there was only one of him and twenty three of us."
"Of course, I took the blade myself. It seemed only fitting considering that I was the one who brought him down with the killing blow. What I didn't expect was just how powerful the blade was, or that it was feeding off of my own rage that I barely concealed from the ponies that I traveled with. If it was originally intended to reflect the feelings of its owner and turn it into reflective power, the years of corruption had honed that towards anger, and the slightest ounce of frustration could be amplified into psychotic rage that could make the blade cleave a mountain in half. Now, when that ounce of frustration is actually unbridled psychotic rage already, that blade becomes something else entirely."
"After the first merciless slaughter of a bandit camp we came across, I tried getting rid of the blade. I thought that I felt odd after I had gotten it. But the more I thought about getting rid of the blade, the more I thought of how good it felt to strike a pony down with it, how clean the slice was, how heavy but quick the blade was. It was invigorating."
"So, our band traveled around Equestria, slowly growing with every stop. The longer we traveled, the angrier our group became, and the more deadly. It seemed as if the sword had become a beacon of anger, making even the nicest of our company become a ruthless killer like the rest of us. We didn't take simple jobs anymore, we were only ever contracted by ponies who wanted something annihilated. Bandit camps were our most frequent and favorite target, but we also accepted assignments against packs of Timberwolves or other dark beasts. Our motto was very astutely; Blood is blood."
"Eventually, we came across a foe that even we couldn't help but attack. The biggest, baddest bandit fort we had ever come across. It was deep in the Everfree Forest, some ancient castle ruins that were older then the Sisters themselves. The bandits had fortified it into some sort of a stronghold that they conducted raids from, it held criminals of all walks of life, and was generally a hive of scum and villainy. We would have fit right in there if we weren't so bent on destroying the place."
"We call it the Silent War in history books because no one was around to hear the fighting. Historians eventually found the place, and assumed that our war had taken place years ago by some fanatics or hidden culture. I don't really care what they call it. I know it as the Massacre of Freedom Fort."
"Two sides; bandits versus mercenaries. I'm sure the bandits had somewhere close to five hundred ponies, but I know the mercenaries had four hundred and eighty seven ponies exactly. The war lasted an entire day and an entire night; siege equipment, magic artillery, traps, rain, thunder, explosions, the whole dramatic feeling of a hopeless war. I had never felt so alive as I did on that battlefield, with my blade dancing in front of me."
"At the end of the war, I looked around for survivors. I was sure that I had found one a few times, but it turned out to only be my imagination, or the blade talking to me again. I was never really sure if there were survivors or not, but I spent hours looking through the bodies to try and find someone, anyone who had survived. But, it was only me who walked away from that battle."
"I left the Archblade in the hill in front of the fort, I didn't want anything to do with it any more. I never knew what happened to it, but every now and then I hear tales of a haunted fort in the middle of the Everfree forest that whispers to ponies whenever they walk past. I don't know if it's the blade resonating the last feelings of the dead, but I don't care. That part of my life is behind me."
"I spent the next three years going to every culture I could find, and trained in every style of martial combat I could learn about. It was my way of killing the killer inside me, of taming my rage. I occupied my mind with hundreds of styles of combat, never focusing on just one. I've been to every corner of Equestria in my search, and I've taken small jobs from every place that I've stopped at. And I don't plan on stopping any time soon, if I do, there's no guarantee that I won't burst into rage again. So I wander, and I work, and I train. That's my life, and that's all my life will ever be. And I'm happy about that, so long as I never find the Archblade again."
Name: Scarlet Arrow
Nickname/Alias(es): "The Broken Arrow". "Undead Mercenary". Merc. Scar.
Race: Unicorn
Gender: Female
Age: Adult mare
Additional Status: "Armor is a second skin to me. It's become natural to wear. Taking it off is like if you were to take off your fur." Scarlet Arrow almost never takes off her armor. Oddly enough, she even prefers to sleep in it.
-Physical Stuff-
Pelt Color: Scarlet's pelt is a solid snow white.
Mane/Tail Color and Style: Her mane and tail are both a deep crimson color, and kept relatively short. Her mane is held back in a single braid, while her tail is straight, though a little roughly cut.
Eye Color: Her eyes are a vivid firebrick red, which match the color of her mane and tail. The similarity is natural, rather than the result of dyes.
Cutie Mark: An arrow with a broken shaft and red fletchings. Broken in the middle, the two pieces are set at a rough 75 degree angle.
Other Scars/Markings: Scarlet has a few scars of various age on her body, and the tip of her left ear is ragged, uneven to her right ear. Most of the scars are completely covered when she wears her armor.
Physique: Scarlet is a tall mare, with a light lining of muscle. Years of traveling and fighting has left her with a very fit build. Though, she still has a feminine figure and a certain grace to her.
-Social Stuff-
Current Residence: Home is where the heart is.
Job: Technically a mercenary for hire, Scarlet will employ her services for whoever pays.
Mother: Shadow Caller
Father: Raindance
Sibling(s): Shattered Shield (Elder Brother)
Other Family: N/A
Closest Friends: N/A
Courting/Courted By: N/A
Mate: N/A
Foal(s): N/A
-Personality Stuff-
Likes: Admittedly, Scarlet loves the cold weather, especially winter. Even if she's forced to sleep outside in a blizzard, she'll endure it for the simple unscathed beauty of the snow. A loner at heart, Scarlet prefers to be alone, and enjoys the days of solitude to be found in the wilderness. While it is a very odd enjoyment for such a pony, Scarlet has a weakness for sweet treats. On her visits to society, she will often buy a bulk amount of sweets, to satisfy her until the next time she passes through a settlement. Though she previously had a sick love for battle, Scarlet now avoids conflict with other ponies whenever she can, and enjoys a peaceful solution to things. Though not many would guess it, the previously cold-blooded Unicorn is a romantic at heart, and dreams of one day being able to settle down. Scarlet also loves beaches, open spaces, and music from the Zebra homeland, which all symbolize freedom to her.
Dislikes: Scarlet, though she had a love for it, now despises pony-to-pony combat. She avoids it if at all possible. After many years spent wandering Equestria, Scarlet has a strong hatred towards urban environments, and prefers to spend as little time in them as possible. She doesn't mind rural areas and small communities, but she still avoids large crowds and populated areas. Scarlet also hates to have names pinned to her, or to be judged on her previous actions. She spent enough time regretting and paying the price of the actions of her past, and would rather not be accused any more. Though it may be hypocritical of her, she despises when other ponies feel sorry for themselves without reason. She believes that as long as you're alive, then you have reason enough to be happy. While she's sorry for herself, she's also thankful every day that she still draws breath, and counts her blessings.
Motivation: Scarlet is driven every single day to live for those who no longer can, and to make the world a better place. It only takes one pony and one act to make a difference, and that is precisely what drives her; to try and make the world a better place. Taking on gargantuan tasks is only logical in her mind; a reasonable thing when it comes to making the world a little brighter at its core.
Strengths: After training with every military force across Equestria's land, Scarlet is a veteran fighter. She can shoot a bow with her magic, wield weapons of all shapes and sizes, can fight hoof-to-hoof in multiple forms, and knows a mental library of real-time tactics. All this only fuels her love of combat, and makes it easier for her to live on her own on the road. She's a loner, who can survive perfectly well on her own, and prefers to do so. This means that she doesn't require constant socialization to stay happy, or even sane for that matter. While she knows how to survive on her own, fight, and help other ponies with whatever problem they might have, Scarlet also has a minor musical side to her. She enjoys playing the wooden flute, a relic from one of her pilgrimages through the Zebra homeland.
Weaknesses/Flaws: Because of Scarlet's previous love for battle, she prefers to stay away from society. This means that she will often force herself to stay alone, and will wander through the wilderness with nothing but her saddlebags and armor to her name. A result of her time in the wilderness is that she's become a little antisocial, and has trouble fitting in with other ponies. The fact that she'd rather die then be separated from her armor, coupled with the fact that she hates being judged, means that she will over-react in both situations. Though her over-reactions are often not violent, due to incredible self control, she is not above running away childishly to the wilderness without another word.
Fears: Scarlet is terrified of being caged, and stripped of her freedom again. While this may be the case, she's also terrified of being judged by somepony, while she only wishes to help. Scarlet is also unbelievably terrified of loosing another companion of hers, and as such, travels alone.While she may also be afraid of loosing her armor, dying, and clowns, there's one thing she's terrified more than anything of; regaining her lust for battle. The cause of so much pain and suffering, she fears being the cause of that much emotional trauma once again.
Personality: Scarlet, though she can be very chatty, often waits until the other pony opens up before she allows herself to do the same. She can sometimes have trouble fitting in, either by talking too loud, or discussing topics that aren't appropriate or even related to what was previously being discussed. Despite everything, Scarlet is a very honorable Unicorn, and will hold her true friends above all else. She doesn't lie, and respects everypony, including those that hate her. She tries to avoid any physical confrontation between herself and other ponies, because she fears deeply that she might loose herself and give in to the violence that had become a normal part of her life. Her loyalty to those she fights beside is unquestionable, and she will gladly die in glorious combat if it means saving just one of her allies. But due to her fear of loosing any more companions, she travels and fights alone, afraid to get too close to anypony.
Overall: The Broken Arrow is a mercenary like few others. She doesn't often work for money, but instead chooses to work for food and supplies, and simple hospitality. Working for practically free gives her a moral sense of goodness, making her believe that she's making a difference, rather than only thinking about money. And considering that she usually sleeps outside, and finds her own food, she has no need for actual money. But a warm meal and a soft bed now and then is all that she could ask for.
Her previous training in the Solar Guard, and with the individual forces around Equestria, results in her being a very well rounded warrior. It also gives her a strong sense of morality and honor, believing that every opponent should be respected, not taunted. Victory is a gift to her, something to be thankful for. As a result of her training, she is also more then capable of living in the wilderness and on the move. Her connection to the wilderness is the result of years spend on the move; learning to be one with the wilderness, and live in harmony with it. It's not the darkness and danger of the wilderness she fears; it's the cold and empty expanses of civilization that sets her on edge.
Scarlet takes jobs to help her fellow pony live a better life, focusing on making the world a better place. "Even the smallest of deeds may make our world a better place. It takes but one pony to make a difference" These are words to live by, in her mind. It doesn't matter what deed it may be, but if it makes a difference in one pony's life, then it would mean that the world is that much better. Her self need to atone also drives her, feeling that the lives that she was responsible for in her foolish young years requires her to repent through good deeds and selfless actions.
Reigning from Vanhoover, Scarlet has traveled across the entirety of Equestria. She knows its every peak and valley, and has passed through every settlement at one point or another. Despite all the deeds she's done to make the land better, the few ponies who know her only know of her as the Broken Arrow, or the Undead Mercenary, both of which are sickening reminders of her time as a vaguely equestricidal mercenary with a notorious tenancy of not dying. Though she isn't trying to escape the hole that she dug herself, she certainly isn't one to happily parade about when other ponies only know her for having taken lives.
While Scarlet will still raise a blade or a bow in defense or as part of a job, she doesn't go around intentionally looking for trouble. She got the majority of her mercenary group killed for her previous love of battle, and certainly learned her lesson the hard way. Now, her weapons are almost never drawn when facing another pony. Instead, she satisfied her perverse enjoyment of battle by wandering the wilderness, alone with her thoughts. She sees it as a form of a pilgrimage, until she believes that her lust for battle is permanently sated. Even though she has actually long-since conquered the lust for battle, she still only allows herself limited visits to society to help other ponies in their lives, since she is still under the deluded impression that she hasn't conquered her lust.
As a constant reminder of who she was, and what she lost, Scarlet always wears the heavy grey armor of her mercenary days. The weight, though it doesn't bother her anymore, still serves symbolically as a burden that she must work off through pilgrimage and selfless acts. She almost never takes it off, and will go so far as to sleep in it. It's as much her as her mane or her tail, and has been shaped to be as unique as the pony that wears it. She also wears it to cover her many scars, in an attempt to make her seem less deformed. This, however, only serves a redundant purpose, considering that not many ponies wear full plate armor in normal circumstances.
Suggested Listening.
"The mistake that most ponies make is assuming that everyone can be summarized and placed in groups. Many are raised to think like that; all criminals come from bad families in poor areas, all rich people are pompous and pampered, all writers like cider, all murderers have no heart. But the truth is far different, because the truth is that you cannot place ponies into groups like they fit into color categories. That is what separates ponies like me from ponies like you. I don't see categories, I don't see groups or types. I see individuals, and more importantly, I see threats."
"I was born in Vanhoover, into a wealthy family of lower-class nobles. My mother and father both worked for a living, but they were happy doing it, and it wasn't for the money. My brother wanted to be a Guard, and since I idolized him, I quite happily went about martial training with him so that maybe one day I could join the Guard with him and we could work together. We fought with sword and shield, with axe and bow, and all the while our parents supported us in our endeavors."
"When I finished school a year after my brother, I joined up with the Guard like we had planned, and took to my training very fondly. But all the while through all the discipline and the restraint, I found myself looking for something more. Being a soldier wasn't fun, it wasn't something that I enjoyed. Everywhere I looked I ran into another wall, another cluster of red tape, another officer shouting at me for insubordination or unnecessary brutality. It was all a load."
"So, about a year after that, I decided to leave and find my own way of working with the sword without having to take orders. I joined up with a small mercenary band, a group of sellswords with no real morals or codes. It was perfect. We did what we were paid to do without any consideration for collateral or the feelings of others. And we were paid handsomely for what we did. But we never did anything completely horrible. Sure, we raided bandit camps or destroyed rival businesses, shut down a few archaeological digs, roughed up ponies that wouldn't cooperate with our employers, but we never did anything psychotic. At least, not until we found the Archblade."
"It's this old tale about the three tribes, before Harmony, when everyone hated each other but needed one-another to survive. In an attempt at unity, the leaders of the three tribes got together and arranged for their best blacksmiths to forge a symbol of their unity. For the Earth ponies, the sword would be made with the heaviest and sturdiest stone that the Earth ponies dared to mine, making it just as enduring and strong as the Earth ponies themselves. For the Pegasi, the sword would be crafted in a traditional pegasus manner, making the blade as swift, light and agile as its pegasi creators. And finally, for the Unicorns, the blade would be sculpted in a regal manner and enchanted to reflect the power of its wielder, making it as deadly and beautiful as the Unicorns. The blade came together perfectly, and was sworn to be used to defend the three tribes in times of chaos. But it was never wielded, and wound up buried under mountains of snow and ice."
"Now, a magic blade that reflects the power of the wielder is handy, but when that blade has been encased in hate and anger for centuries, that power can easily be corrupted. So, when an innocent merchant traveling the frozen wastes wound up finding the blade, it's needless to say that the corrupted magic began to reflect those feelings onto him. By the time he ran into our band, he was as psychotic as King Sombra himself. His only downfall was the fact that he had no previous experience with wielding swords, and there was only one of him and twenty three of us."
"Of course, I took the blade myself. It seemed only fitting considering that I was the one who brought him down with the killing blow. What I didn't expect was just how powerful the blade was, or that it was feeding off of my own rage that I barely concealed from the ponies that I traveled with. If it was originally intended to reflect the feelings of its owner and turn it into reflective power, the years of corruption had honed that towards anger, and the slightest ounce of frustration could be amplified into psychotic rage that could make the blade cleave a mountain in half. Now, when that ounce of frustration is actually unbridled psychotic rage already, that blade becomes something else entirely."
"After the first merciless slaughter of a bandit camp we came across, I tried getting rid of the blade. I thought that I felt odd after I had gotten it. But the more I thought about getting rid of the blade, the more I thought of how good it felt to strike a pony down with it, how clean the slice was, how heavy but quick the blade was. It was invigorating."
"So, our band traveled around Equestria, slowly growing with every stop. The longer we traveled, the angrier our group became, and the more deadly. It seemed as if the sword had become a beacon of anger, making even the nicest of our company become a ruthless killer like the rest of us. We didn't take simple jobs anymore, we were only ever contracted by ponies who wanted something annihilated. Bandit camps were our most frequent and favorite target, but we also accepted assignments against packs of Timberwolves or other dark beasts. Our motto was very astutely; Blood is blood."
"Eventually, we came across a foe that even we couldn't help but attack. The biggest, baddest bandit fort we had ever come across. It was deep in the Everfree Forest, some ancient castle ruins that were older then the Sisters themselves. The bandits had fortified it into some sort of a stronghold that they conducted raids from, it held criminals of all walks of life, and was generally a hive of scum and villainy. We would have fit right in there if we weren't so bent on destroying the place."
"We call it the Silent War in history books because no one was around to hear the fighting. Historians eventually found the place, and assumed that our war had taken place years ago by some fanatics or hidden culture. I don't really care what they call it. I know it as the Massacre of Freedom Fort."
"Two sides; bandits versus mercenaries. I'm sure the bandits had somewhere close to five hundred ponies, but I know the mercenaries had four hundred and eighty seven ponies exactly. The war lasted an entire day and an entire night; siege equipment, magic artillery, traps, rain, thunder, explosions, the whole dramatic feeling of a hopeless war. I had never felt so alive as I did on that battlefield, with my blade dancing in front of me."
"At the end of the war, I looked around for survivors. I was sure that I had found one a few times, but it turned out to only be my imagination, or the blade talking to me again. I was never really sure if there were survivors or not, but I spent hours looking through the bodies to try and find someone, anyone who had survived. But, it was only me who walked away from that battle."
"I left the Archblade in the hill in front of the fort, I didn't want anything to do with it any more. I never knew what happened to it, but every now and then I hear tales of a haunted fort in the middle of the Everfree forest that whispers to ponies whenever they walk past. I don't know if it's the blade resonating the last feelings of the dead, but I don't care. That part of my life is behind me."
"I spent the next three years going to every culture I could find, and trained in every style of martial combat I could learn about. It was my way of killing the killer inside me, of taming my rage. I occupied my mind with hundreds of styles of combat, never focusing on just one. I've been to every corner of Equestria in my search, and I've taken small jobs from every place that I've stopped at. And I don't plan on stopping any time soon, if I do, there's no guarantee that I won't burst into rage again. So I wander, and I work, and I train. That's my life, and that's all my life will ever be. And I'm happy about that, so long as I never find the Archblade again."
i was kinda excited to feel like im back in 2015