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[Khenal]

I smile, glad to be to the point.  I keep my voice calm and quiet, hoping to keep the conversation as private as it can be in a dining hall.

"I want to know how you did what you did to Charity.  I know you took her pain, and no earth pony should be able to do that."

[Rentorian]

"All I did was open the gate in my mind.  Nothing more and nothing less."

[Khenal]

"A gate to where?"

[Rentorian]

"Just a nice room in my mind, comfortable chairs, good tea.  A bit lacking in good conversation though."
HEY!  There's no need to be rude.

[Khenal]

"I trust you are the sole keeper of the key to that gate, Mr. Granite?  I don't want to sound rude, but I'm note sure I trust who or what is in that room.  However, if they truly helped Charity, I'm willing to give you the benefit of the doubt."

[Dsarker]

"Khenal, none of my memories reference anypony like that."

[DVNO]

Nicolta stared into the deep abyss below him, concentrating immensely to hold on. he wished the whole world would just pause, he wished he was home, he wished he stopped to think why a bartender would be giving him secret work orders, he wished to know what happened to Charity. oh, his friend Charity. if.. if he harmed her in any way...the thought was a unbearable, a dull internal pain to compliment the dull external pain of Couth's hooves cutting into her.

Through the pain, through the fear, and through the pumping adrenaline, Nicoltla tesla mutters one last thing;

"I am so sorry Charity, so sorry I failed you"

He plummets into the dark chasm below.


Couth stares into the chasm wide eyed and mouth open.

there's is a long silence













-Thud-

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(in other words,http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=oKZ9vIS-OU4&feature=related)

[Rentorian]

My eyes widen in surprise as I hear this.
"Benefit of the doubt eh?  I suppose that can also be translated as, 'tell me now and it probably won't be a problem, or tell me later when it might be a problem' can't it?"
Before Khenal could respond I continued, "I suppose I can either give you the long version or the short version.  Which would you prefer?"

[Khenal]

"Long version, please."

[Rentorian]

"Long, long ago.  Back when great wars were fought between the ponies and the Diomedians, nothing like the small scuffles of today but thousands upon thousands of each side staking their future on a single battle.  During these battles immense amounts of magics were used by our unicorns and alicorns as well as their Diomedian counterparts.  Such magic leaves traces, pile up enough traces and you get an entirely new creation, a creation influenced by the place of its birth.  Since the sheer amount of magical residue would only occur in such pitched battles these creatures weren't given the best of influences.  The hatred and fear of the living, the pain and despair of the dying, every negative emotion known to pony-kind in one steaming cesspit of hate.  From these were born what we called Wraths.  I'm not sure what they're called these days though, most of them were killed early on, they were stupid creatures driven by hate for everything around them and sustained by the same emotions that gave them life.  As soon as they were 'born' they would take control of a nearby corpse, any kind of corpse, be it pony, diomedian, or something else.  They would then rush around causing as much mayhem and destruction as they could in order to feed themselves until they were either killed or simply starved to death.  Unfortunately for them they were rare creatures, and there's only so much a single badly mutilated corpse can do to a trained army complete with battlecasters.  However one of these creatures made a mistake that none other had made before or has made since.  It possessed a living being.  Near death, delirious and might as well be dead, but still alive.  It wasn't prepared to face any resistance on a mental front and was defeated easily.  But in it's defeat it was bonded to it's host.  The usual transformation that renders what was usually a corpse into a somewhat working creature still happened and brought the host fully to life, and as long as the Wrath is fed both will survive."
I smiled cheerfully and added, "I call him Negs."

[Khenal]

I give Granite an incredulous look.

"So, Negs...'ate' Charity's pain?"

[Rentorian]

"A little self-doubt, some of her fear.  Maybe a little pride.  But mostly pain, yes."
Suddenly a second voice, similar but somehow different comes form Granites unmoving mouth.
"I don't think she believes you."
"Well either I'm just a very strange earth piny and very good ventriloquist or I'm telling the truth aren't I?"

[Khenal]

"I'm a stallion, and I do believe you."

I give Granite a sincere smile as I stand to leave.

"Believe it or not, you aren't the strangest pony I've met here.  You at least seem to be stable and in control.  If you need help with anything, just come find me in my office or my room.  Ask a guard for me if you need directions.  I'm afraid I need to get going.  I'll need to reschedule our patrols and stations to make sure at least one guard is in the hospital at all times, especially with Charity in there right now."

'And I need to find the time to read a few of those books Carrot got me...'


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Everypony thinks Khenal is a mare, do I need to give him a big beard to talk about or what?

[Dsarker]

Dwarf women have beards, too.

[The Master]

((I'm just going to assume that Granite has skizofrenia.))
Psycho awakes with a start.
"AH! WHAT HAPPENED?! I remember khenal scarring me, then I jumped out a window...It's all blank after that." Psycho says, confused.