33 Cherry Street... At this address lies a small yellow house that's been up for sale as long as anypony in town really remembers. The for sale sign was removed early yesterday, and it seems the new resident has happily invited the town's resident Ponies & Perils group over to try out his game. The inside of the house wasn't full of as much stuff as the other houses in Ponyville, but he had a long oval table with seven different seats around it. Also, expecting someone shorter than a pony, Eight Star had prepared a much shorter seat, specially for a Fox. Aside from the ponies (and fox,) who are from the Ponies & Perils group, a butterscotch-colored pony named Quill also shows up, specially invited by Eight Star. After the proper introductions, Eight Star and Quill get to know the group, and after the initial character creation, Eight Star takes his seat. "Alright, I'm glad everypony's here, everypony has their characters. Now let me give you a bit of background into the world... Equestria, not long from now, falls under turmoil once more. The warriors of harmony, the six ponies who saved the land multiple times... have died valiantly saving the land once more. In the battle known as the Terror of Thanatos, the six ponies used the last of the power they had, and used the last of the power from the elements of harmony is forever banish Thanatos back to other realms. Now, the elements of harmony have been destroyed, and Princess Celestia has gone missing. Princesses Luna and Candice, who are left with the royal throne, have sent out a startling request; for a group of adventurers up to the task of finding the next elements of harmony." Eight Star grins. "Unlikely or not, that's the story I've got. What do you think? Shall we start?" He scans around the table at Quill, J, Legion, Aurora, Dark Shine, Jhera, and lastly over at Tyro.
Dark Shine smiled. "I am liking the sound of this game. Whenever you lot are ready." He had a glint of determination in the corner of his eyes.
Quill raises a hoof. When called upon, he adjusts his glasses and says, "Actually, It's Princess Cadance..." He nervously glances around at the rest of the group and lightly coughs. "Right then. I'm ready when you all are." He nods to Eight Star.
"Ah! Cadance!" Eight Star smacked a hoof against the table and grinned, looking over at Quill. "You know... I think you're right! I've never been very good with names, after all. She is the pink one, yes?" Then he shook his head lightly. "Anyway, everypony and non-pony settled?" His eyes shifted over to the small table.
Aurora was placing her dice in order, each row gleaming in different hues, Daress the Dragonslayer figurine standing guard nearby. She pushed her glasses up her snout, and grinned at Eight Star and the others. "Sounds awesome. When do we start?"
Dark Shine looked at his, custom made, Rifter figure. His right claw was mup and his left paw was out. He was in a noble pose and his eyes seemed life like. Dark Shine had spent hours modelling and painting him, but it was worth his time, it would seem.
"I have my liquid fuel right next to me. I am good to go!" Tyro said leaning over the table as he gets comfortable in the bizarrely well proportioned chair he'd been given. Just the right height off the ground, with just the right amount of back support than other seats made for larger ponies meant that he'd probably been given a filly chair...Ah well, there's ample room for his tails to waft back and forth behind him, sweeping the same floor space repeatedly. "Also, grammatically, just treat me like a pony. We'll be here forever and a day if you have to stop to add "and fox!" to everything. Anyway..." He sits back and grins. "What we doing and where, oh Game Master!" A slight wave of the paws for dramatic, or more probably comedic, effect.
"Ah, yes." Eight Star spreads a sparkling clear dust around before him, which wafts and floats across the surface of the table. "Answering the summons of Princess Luna, your group has made their way to Canterlot..." The group in the room begins to feel a heavy cloud in the room, as it thickens and looms and clouds their senses slowly. "Your trip from seperate places, yes, but when you've arrived, it was during the day..." He spoke further words, but they slowly became nothing but mumbles as sleep overcame everypony (and fox) in the room. He continued to go on, until each pony's head hit the table... Soahc rof siht od ew, oy sdinb taht soahc eht s'ti... Soahc rof siht od ew, oy sdinb taht soahc eht s'ti... You've heard these words, and they feel so familiar... have you listened to them in a song before? So comforting... the darkness and bliss... almost as if you were asleep in a wonderful dream. Thump... thump... thump... Perhaps the beating of your heart, soothing your mind and spirit. Bump, bump, bump... Like the beat of a wonderful song that's playing. *BANG BANG BANG!* Quill is the first to lift his head, having been adept in strange arts. He is sitting in a funny position, lounging in a comfortable chair in a large room. In the seat next to him is a diamond dog who is dressed a little funny with a book at his hip, and in the room he can see a griffon, and a few other ponies. The banging happens again, coming from the larger of two doors in this room. A female voice calls out. "Hello?! Is anypony in there? Princess Luna is asking for your presence now!" A better look around reveals that this is a fairly well decorated waiting room. The light of the moon, just recently cresting the horizon, glows through the archway that leads to an outside balcony. Draperies and interesting statuettes decorate the room as a whole, and it is lit by a glowing orb at the ceiling. The others have hazy heads and blurred vision, feeling very disconnected with themselves... feeling very strange. J, in particular, is feeling like he's sitting in a very awkward manner.
(Sorry I'm late, work got over here at the clinic(we had to groom two shnit tsus ans a schnauzer) and right now we finished) J was humbly sleeping, very needed because before coming to the game, he attended his garden and brought his Habanero dip. Suddently, he heard someone yelling and got a little bit uncomfortable and began to move a bit. He heard something fell and opened his eyes to see that he was in a large room and various ponies, and a griffon, were in it. He tried to get up, but he felt something wrong. He stood up but quickly lost balance and went face first to the ground and something blocked his view. "Oooff!! What the hay?" and he got up, 'wait, am I standing on two legs?' he thought. He raised his arms to see that they weren't his hooves, but claws. He began to touch his face and it felt dog-like and then checked his body. He had asmall robe on that reached just under his ribs. The robe has small stars and moons and on the edges of the collar it had small jewels on it. He noticed two things on the floor, a wizard's hat and a small book. "Okay, this is weird."
"Just a moment..." Jhera said as he examined himself. "Okay, what the hay is this." he said angrily. His voice had gone up half an octave. "I'm electric blue. Did somepony pour blue dye on me? This isn't funny!" He noticed that there was a metal rod sticking up from his back, attached to his body by a leather strap. He had the sudden want to stick it in his mouth. 'Hold it, electric blue pony, metal rod, urge to eat metal rod. everything checks out...' he thought. He examined his mane, to notice that it was now yellow, and was sticking in every possible direction. "OH CELESTIA!" Jhera, or now Power, cried out. "I'M A MADPONY!"
"Keep it down!" Tyro barks over the top of the revelations, "We're in the Palace, keep yer voice down!" He stops to think about what he just said. Now, where did that come from? That's...interesting. He knew where he was without any prior knowledge of anything in this scene. He rises from his sitting position. Arc rises from his rump on to his hooves, holding one to his head. Either he was loosing blood sugar fast or he just got one massive headrush. His head was swimming and sloshing around as he looks towards the source of the female voice. He continues to rub a hoof on his temple still his body steadies itself. "Coming! Just comming!" He points a paw at Jhera. "Lollypop, I'd keep quiet if I were you. I'd keep your mouth either shut or busy with something. The last thing we need is you making the Princess' worst possible day that little bit crappier, all right?" Arc attempts to get some sort of nod or agreement out of Power. Although, he wasn't sure why he was holding his breath for one. The feeling was strange. In one sense, Tyro was a sort of secondary entity, floating around in some warm, thick brine inside of a pony suit. His paws lift the hooves to trot towards the open, waiting doors and onto the meeting with the Princess. "Birdie! Look alive! Come on!"
Legion awoke to find himself lying in a completely different room. That's odd, he thought. He stood up, feeling a little dizzy, but surprisingly he didn't have much difficulty staying balanced. He looked down at his hoof. His coat was tan. Well. That was unexpected. But...he would guess from the fact that he had a tan coat and fairly good balance, not to mention all this about the Princess summoning them, that...he was Tex? Well that made no sense. He supposed it didn't matter if it didn't make sense; he would have to go along with it. It seemed real enough anyways. Without having said anything, he followed after Arc, who was really Tyro.
Aurora couldn't think clearly, or feel very clearly either. She felt... impatient. As her eyelids fluttered open, she gasped at the finery around her and sat up in her chair. Except.. she was moving with a fluid grace that the awkward artist never had. She felt a tugging at her back as she pulled from the chair, and turned to see a lavish, golden cape caught behind her. As she reached to pull it closer around her, she saw the heavy glinting armor that covered her long, muscular limbs. The curving plates molded to fit her body shone a dark scarlet, with golden trim. Daress trotted forward, her impatience melting away into a strong sense of duty, and she raised her head high. The small unicorn that had once been Aurora seemed to be another conscience, moving deep beneath the strong pegasus body. She followed the blunt yet shiny earth pony who paraded through the palace doors.
I knew I should've played a unicorn. This'll take some adjusting... Quill, or rather Rexar Fire-Eye, raised his head and looked around at the various characters gathered around him. After doing a quick head count, he realized that everypony (and fox) was present and accounted for. "Alright, fellows le-" Quill suddenly realized he was speaking out of character and adjusted his voice accordingly. "Alright guys! We gotta see the Princess Pony!" He staggered to his feet, and with all of the grace and finesse of a drunken sailor on shore leave, he walked toward the sound of the voice. He sighed inwardly. For once, I'd like to play a "normal" game...
'Okay, get things straight,' Jhera thought to himself, 'Just let Power take over, he's there.' Jhera held his breath and let go of his body. He fell crashing to the floor and sat there a moment. "Ow..." Power said as he got back up. "Well that was a stupid idea. I'm outta here, I'll find out later." Power turned and followed the others out of the room.
The entire group feels a strange presence about them, and begins to hear a familiar voice inside their heads. Impressive, you're adjusting much quicker than my last group. Why, you might even start referring to each other by your character names. They could never break out of personal names. Ah, but go on. Don't keep the princess waiting. As the feeling fades and Rexar reaches the door to open it, he sees a blue-coated pony with a light purple mohawk of a mane. She looks up at him and gives him a grimace. He feels like he's seen this before; the look ponies give others when they're inwardly cursing their luck for being around them. After a good pause she sighs gently. "Took you long enough to answer... come on. Luna's patience is thinner every evening." Following the blue pony, the group follows down a wonderful marble floor hallway, passing by arch-ways which show the night sky beyond them, and statuetes, busts, and other pieces of artwork which adorn the castle interior. What do you think of the castle? I've been there quite a few times personally, and I'm rather good with details, so I've pain-stakinly taken the time to keep everything on notch.
Legion (Or more accurately, legion in Tex's body) mentally started at Eight Star's voice sounding in his head, but quickly figured out what was happening. He concentrated even as he followed the blue pony, hoping to communicate back with the GM. Eight Star. You've put us into the game as our own characters? he thought. This raises too many questions to ask right now, he thought, slightly annoyed but not angry. A short explaination beforehand would have been nice. He would feel a little silly if Eight Star couldn't hear him back, but hay, it wasn't like anypony besides himself would know that he'd tried.
