(I'm not giving up on this one yet. If you'd like to join in, please go here) The edge of the cave was damp. It was damp because it was raining. Thin trickles of water would run through the cracks in the rock under hoof. The rain caused a grey haze over the side of the mountain, the smoke from the top creating an incredibly miserable and cold funk over the area. Such as it was, this was where the Mare of Death emerges, remaining in the shelter from both the rain and the light. "Today is proving day, little slaves." She then stops herself. "Uuuh...No, um..." As Princess Solace thinks of something better, the scythe blade swipes and sways in the air, apparently under some sort of reflex. "Uuhhh...Ah! Minions! Yes, that's better." She clears her throat. "Minions! You are to step back into this world. You will not step back as yourselves. You are no longer you. I took and reappropriated your Cutie Marks as both insurance and as something of a blessing." She turns from the heavy rain, her voice echoing down the throat of the mountain. "You are no longer you. To others, you are somepony else entirely. You'll figure it out. You seem smart. Mostly." She chuckles, waving a hoof dismissively. "I'm kidding, I'm kidding!" She points out into the light with her scythe. The grey, miserable and incredibly wet light that appeared to be an early monsoon season, just for them. If they could feel it, the cave was beginning to will with a chill, bringing a spitting spray along with it, whipping across their faces. "Go. Report back to me when you bag your first errant spirit, OK?"
