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[Khenal]

'No no no no no!  She's alone, and I doubt a simple door will keep her for long!"

I gallop as quickly as I can towords the old well room, dodging ponies as best as I'm able.

[Dsarker]

Ah. There. A small, juttting support. It would hopefully be enough. She flew up and tied the non-looped end of the chain around it.

[Khenal]

I round the last corner to the well room, surprising the guard on duty.  He snaps a salute, then stands at attention.

"Open the door, now!"

He looks confused, but pulls out his keys to follow the order.

[Dsarker]

Friesden slips her head through the loop and hovers for a second, contemplating. Then she folds her wings in and drops.

[KingStrongbeard]

[Sorry to interrupt your scene guys, but here's Charity's Journal for the next month or so afterwords.]

Charity's Journal 4th Limestone 98

Istbar Nangesugosh, [not the same one mentioned in my last post.] the glassmaking apprentice to the late Nanges Lisigbol, has been possessed by some spirit, and they have claimed her master's old magma glass furnace. We are watching her carefully.

5th Limestone 98

Cindy spotted a snacher sneaking up on the fort, however, it was too far away and by the time the milita had even reached for their weapons it was already gone.

Addendum, "Bad things always come in twos," or is it threes? I can't remember, but the point is Bebmal saw a second snatcher, and she kicked it's ass and sent it running. Peytrel should be proud of his mother. Not many earthpony mares would have stood up to a tentacle pony, armed with a knife, with nothing but their bare hooves.

10th Limestone 98

Threes. It was definately "bad things always come in threes." A third snatcher was spotted, but this one stumbled into one of our bears we keep tied up outside, the Discord spawn was fortunate that the bear was tied up or he wouldn't have gotten away so easily.

Addendum:

As the diplomat to the Zebra homeland was leaving, he inadvertently stumbled into a waiting Diomedian ambush. While he was killed, his screams let us know to sound the alarm. The militia and the guard, took to the walls, to defend Glitterglen, as the wood gatherers ran for the safety of the underground.

11th Limestone 98

The Diomedian's seem to be biding their time for now. Standing just outside of crossbow range. However, Istbar finished the object she was working on, just has the spirit (that I believe to be that of ol' Nanges) left. She has crafted an animal trap made of green glass, that she calls, the Pointy Escort, and it is certainly quite pointy.



17th Limestone 98

With the Diomedian's sitting outside for more than a week already, and with the Zebra caravan becoming increasingly annoyed about being unable to leave, the militia has decided to sortie out and face the enemy. Starkey's squad engages in melee, while Otik provides covering fire. Meanwhile Khenal's squad will remain behind encase this is some Discordian ruse.

The battle went well. No casualties on our side, and all the enemy where killed. Our lasher, Rithlut is bleeding from her tail end, and Starkey's right wing is seriously messed up. (he got hit by some Darkbolt with a silver battle axe.) But no other injuries.

[And I think that's enough for tonight. I didn't include as detailed a transcript of the battle as I have in the past because it wasn't very interesting, mostly just the melee squad charging in and slaughtering the enemy. But feel free to put as many embelishments as you guys want on it when and if you decide to mention it. I'll imagine Commander Starkey at least will have a few things to say about a certain darkbolt.]

[I look forward to seeing your edited transcribed version of Glitterglen Khenal. Make sure you post a link to it when the first chapter is ready.]

[The Master]

I don't respond, as i'm too busy crying in a fetal position as my leg bleeds heavily again.
"I NEED A DOCTOR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" I scream through the tears.

[DVNO]

  It was the stench that always made me gag down here in the sub-levels of the fortress. the Mayor,in her infinite wisdom, shoveled all the new immigrants down here, turned it into a ghetto.I wonder if the mayor has ever seen the absolute squalor the newly immigrated ponies lived in, the barely contained animosity they held in their chests. the fact the young colts rove around in gangs, preying on unfortunate ponies who take down wrong alleys. the fact these poor souls throw every piece of their hard earned coin at me for a bit of the temporary happiness my ale provides. the fetor of it all cesspooled together made me gag.

 As Couth jostled through the overpacked claustrophobic hallways, he noticed a light emerald, red maned filly near covered in dirt sitting on a wood crate and penning a sign that read 'daddy has no job'.

 I remember being in her hooves when I was a filly, having a to lie and cheat and steal to keep myself alive in the slums of the capital city. but at least back then, I could look up at the sky from the smatter of broken wood and hay I called a "bed" and I could literally see a dream without sleeping. an enormous sky castle, the crown jewel of the alicorn race, hovered over *insert our capitol's name here*. the castle consisted of a white stone polished to a fine mirrorlike state, anchored on mighty clouds. in there the royal godkin sits. in there, sits my princess *insert princesses name here*. getting in that castle was my reason to be, to keep fighting. it still is. she will be mine.

"here, kid, take these bits, 'hmph', *he grabs his coinpurse with his teeth and drops twenty bits* "you spend that wisely." he bows his head and tries to get on his way.

 "thank you, kind sir!" the filly beamed
*her expression quickly changed and her eyes widen*
"uh, sir?



"sir, your cutie mark, sir?"

Couth looks at his flank as his mark, a winebarrel, or, it was. now it's a blotchy smudge that somewhat resembles a winebarrel.

"ARGHH" Couth screams

his flanks feel like they're bursting to flames!

the new cutie mark's lines bleed into a sharp focus and the skin's color changes. the new mark is a dagger.

"oh, that's not very low profile." Couth grimaces. 
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((what's the our capital's name and the princesses name?))

[Rentorian]

As I turn down a side corridor I break into a gallop, heading towards the hospital.
I slow down and open the door.
"Hey, Doc Bubbles.  Psycho is down one of the corridors, screaming in pain.  You're going to need to send someone down there pronto."
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Probably not gonna be up much longer, got work at 3:30 in the morning tomorrow.  Sleep tends to make the shifts much easier.

Seeing that the doctor is busy I gather up a number of medical supplies and place them inside a pouch.  As soon as I leave the door I move into a gallop to where Psycho was.  As I neared a corner to the corridor I slow to a halt.  Grabbing the pouch's drawstring's I spin it around the corner to where Psycho is lying.
You could just go and help him directly you know.
"No.  That would lead to connections.  Those just get in the way," I smile grimly.  Not looking back to see what he is doing with the medicine I leave the corridor.

[The Master]

Unable to put up with the pain and blood loss any longer, Psycho goes into shock and begins to babble incoherent nonsense.

[Rentorian]

Something's wrong.  His lights... They're going berserk.
"What?  That's never a good thing..."
He needs help.
"But..."
But you don't want to make a scene.  You don't want people to remember you.  But haven't you already botched that one?
I glare angrily at the wall in front of me.
You don''t want to let him die do you?
"Let's go."
I return to where Psycho is lying and pick up the supplies I had tossed him.
"Why is it that the most interesting of ponies are always the ones that do the stupidest things they can?"
Continuing to mutter to myself I start bandaging up Psycho's wounds.

[The Master]

barely conscious, I mumble,
"the children are fire snakes........"

[Rentorian]

I finish bandaging up psycho's wounds and look him over.
"How is he doing?"
He's delirious.  His lights look... Broken.
"Of course they do," I mutter as I pull out a small vial of a sleeping drought I got from the hospital and pour it down Psycho's throat.

[The Master]

"EHH?! WHAT'RE YE.....Dooooo'in...." I mumble as the medication runs it's course.

[Rentorian]

"That should do it you stubborn oaf.  Now how to get him back into the hospital," I wonder aloud.
There were some sticks and some cloth down the hall.
"A stretcher eh?  That brings back memories."
I quickly put together a simple field stretcher and load Psycho up onto it.  Sighing as I trot back to the hospital.

[Rentorian]

((And I'm gonna be signing off now, got work and classes tomorrow as well as a little stuff I have to finish up before I go to sleep.  Night all.))