Anthology, Part II

The Old World/ Breach isles
Note: Understand that this is not a roleplaying forum to which you can reply to, but more so an informative one for those whom are curious in the fable of Wolfbane and the universe he comes from. No replying, unless informed otherwise directly(via Private Message or IM). To ensure no one is OVERWHELMED with the gorge of text, I will post segments of the storytelling in pieces! Fair enough? In addition, understand that this is the canon universe of Wolfbane. Whilst the universe takes concepts of the universe of My Little Pony. Conflicts, arcs, locations, and even content, makes this adaptive(Alternate-Canon) Time had come to past since your last visit, which that exodus left several questions left unanswered. Yet with your obstinate meddling, you returned. Just as the prior path you walked before was still fresh in the banks of your retrospection, you would only hope that your inquisitive mentality would not vex your guide. A 'click' of hooves scuffled along the cobblestone of the bridge as the Atrium's distance drew near. Course, in your greeting it seemed that the Quilladon was absorbed in another task. And this time hugged into a padded Rawhide pigmented gambeson. Was he in a rush to be somewhere? However, with the vivid concentration of his eyes brisking over documents and congregating them into what look to be a boxing crate in a sweat. It was indeed time to break him out of his stress, to that, you coughed; seeking that the startle disruption would pry him from the metaphorical tunnel vision. "M-Mm!? Oh! Hello! Eh.. My Apologies, it seems that a cockatrice caught hold of me.. Not literally, just an analogy. Anyway, why are you here? Your timing is extremely 'impeccable'~" It seemed he forgot. Understandable, after all it was roughly months since the last encounter. So, you went into explanation of what you had learned. And thus reaching to the conclusion of how the land came to be in regards to the civilization on it. Wolfbane would be damned if he would forget history such as that, turning his attention directly towards you. Offering a slow and directional nod to ascend up the steps into his study. You were now considered a welcomed guest, there he would offer seating and helping to his portable cooktop. Brewing a hot pot to indulge in tea. From bags of Black, Oolong, and an exotic combination of cloves and Irish brew. "Right, If I recalled- we talked about the Feral Huntsmen and their feud, but not of the reason why it happened. Mind I learned this when I went to school in Dawnstar as a young colt. And whilst the records of the story are not concrete, it does give justifiable proof of the events leading to it. Let's see here.. Oh and help yourself to some Tea once the pot whistles." The stallion was instinctive in his search of the book, pulling from the shelf the old school history book and working to the chapters with exuberant flicks of the page. "Ah, The Breach. Formally, referred to as The Old World. Much before the establishment of Equestria, and the crowning of Princesses Celestia and Luna. I would considered this to be the start of civilization which began here, thus, migrating further to the reaches of the known world as we know it today. I can also gather from the text that this is where most of the exotic races reside such as the following creature illustrations here. Kelpie, Giant arachnids, Dragons(The breeds: Wyvern, Amphiptere, and Dragonette), cyclops, and centaurs, and of course the unicorn, Pegasus, and Earth ponies. All these races shared the region of the islands that were (Once) stationary islands. Eden, Elir, Edonna, Ert, and Evisica." Map Display https://orig04.deviantart.net/6e8c/f/2011/332/5/0/equestria_and_beyond__the_plan_by_hlissner-d4842le.jpg His frontal hooves, flatted the parchment of the map in the book in display; relying on his ingrained memory of his studies. "Predominantly, most of the population in regards to the ponies lived either on Evisica and with the Kelpies on Eden. Whilst the Dragons and Arachnids lived together on Ert either flying or borrowed in the labyrinths of tunnels and caves. Separately, The Centaurs lived on Elir, and Cyclops on Edonna. Each island having their own religions, cultures, and celebratory traditions. With this it was an control environment, everyone kept to their respected places with little conflict for years. Of course with the souls of the Feral Huntsmen, that complacent life would change." "Now, you may think I am lying to you when I say this. But it is very much true. When I was born, and most of my life in The Breach along with my generation born there. I have never seen a pegasai pony. They were considered, sacred there. Beloved beings that emulated the symbol of freedom, unbound by the laws of Earth. Of course as our young minds wondered of life beyond our islands. It was a metaphorical symbol that once we matured, we shape our ventures either here or beyond. The feud is the reason Pegasus ponies were killed into extinction. And that would be place upon the blame of the Feral Huntsman, Barbatos. Mind, It did take a while for me to be used to seeing Pegasus over the years. And still I look at them with such awe. I see now, that Barbatos didn't kill all of them off. Thank Celestia... Now, for the feud." In a stab of silence piercing the air, he closed the book. For at this point there was no need for reference, stricken of his memories of seeing the ruins of the past as a child painted vividly in his consciousness. The abandon homes stained of blood from thousands of years, the smell so potent; even drew Wolfbane to unavailing his carnivorous thoughts he desperately fought to restrain. Even the rains of feathers, hoof steps, and even remains of ripped off wings still lay dormant on the winding roads and walls of their struggle of escape. Understanding this was a time when weapons were not as nearly advanced as of current times. And to face bestial creatures, seemed like a fleeting dread of hope. Taking a seat, the stallion stared off for a time, ruffling a hoof under the mat of his bearded chin before speaking once more. "Eden was the epicenter of this conflict. Clandestino and Barbatos, both did not like either's manifestos for what they wanted this region to be and how to properly implement ones influence. But, tolerated and respected each others space. Barbatos Ruling Eden and Clandestino, Evisica. It was the midst of winter, which outdoor activity is limited due to the rugged blizzard weather. Barbatos would conduct his 'Experiment', a short campaign to put Clandestino's beliefs to question. The pegasai race would be the target and face of Barbatos' racial discrimination that steadily grew into small cases of hate crimes. Which in reality was Barbatos's attempts to control or ground the pegasai to leave the confines of The Old World. Reaching the pinnacle was the "Red Banner Massacre" that resulted the Earth pony Quilladon race to violently attack the Pegasus in genocide, killing half of the Pegasai populace. Most either being mauled, devoured, or conducting the dark tradition of angel stripping, which is the ripping/burning of wings or feather ripping to disable their use of flight." Wolfbane hated reciting this story, the cruelty and the fact that his blood bared of being a Quilladon sicken him at times. So much even, remembering the markings on the walls of symbols and pictures of how to conduct the angel stripping angered him. The line crossed, and utter disrespect for life. Even if this massacre was thousands of years ago, the effects of that event still lay prevalent to this day. And even repeated once more, but in a more universal direction. "That massacre was the start of our segregation and the slow decline and extinction. Hate for both The Quilladons and Pegasus, enslaving, exploiting, treating each other like 'pets' and lesser beings. Even if this was long before me and even my fathers and fathers before him, Spiritually, I feel a since of heartbreak in all this. Outraged, Clandestino confronted his friend, now considered an enemy would face battle. Remind you, that these two are demons of a different dimension. So it's apparent that their power was explosive. So much that the islands gravitational force is ripped from the strikes the Huntsman collided, making those 4 islands now floating isles. This bloodshed wasn't without taking effect to the other life around them, but it was clear that Barbatos' manifesto wasn't an ideal for civilization. Instead, just a pillar god wanting to torment the world by fear... But did you remember that map. Well, let me show you.." Ensuring not to spook you, he inched towards you to assist in explaining the geographical layout of The Old World. Particularly, the Pink outline around the entire map and even vision of a 'crack' that started from Eden further down the boundary. "This.. Is what the Huntsman have done. The force of their attacks and blows, created the such a concussive power that there is a form of an abyssal crack. To which under my assumption is down to the lowest sea point, but no one has ever entered it. Or at least made it out alive. As for the Pink outline boundary, is really a phenomenon. But what I can tell you for sure, and from archives from the other isles that this boundary didn't exist before the arrival of Clandestino and Barbatos. It is stated to be an extremely dangerous realm of energy entitled as, Leylines. The unicorns that live there are crippled by the compressing magic that lays effect to them in casting spells, even cases of hearing spirits. It not only effects Unicorns, but it has effected all life there. Flying is now difficult due to periodic sonicboom waves of what we call 'Ley reverbs'. Those waves can solidify the air that can disable flight for minutes at a time. Even for Earth ponies, it has mutated us due to the energy's unpredictable splurge of radiation. Once having cutie marks on our flanks over the years have now been placed on our shoulders. And, heh, we were much smaller back then, which has caused severe health implications. Enlarged hearts, Bloat, hip dysplasia, and accelerated Osteoporosis. This is only due to the fact of constant proximity to the Leylines, and the effects can vary from one race to another." At this point, the stallion felt the conclusion of his segment to reach it's point. Which yet again, left the question unanswered. The Leylines, such a dangerous entity, so why live there overall? And such a vague description. Unfortunately, this was about as far as his studies led him to. In your arrival, this was one of the reasons Wolfbane was in such a hurry, to depart on his exploration to find answers, or even, study the leylines for himself. You were now determined to hear this through. Even if that meant visiting everyday to complete this elaborate puzzle.