Friendship Letters

Ash walks along a gravel trail in Southern Canterlot. Trees on either side. The sky was blue, the birds were singing. It was a beautiful day. A beautiful day to see his mother for the first time since he was 8 years old. He was terrified. He was also going to tell her he was transgender. She would notice right away. What was the point? Decency? Kindness? He didn't know. All he knew was he was scared out of his mind. "Just be cool." he'd say to himself. "Maybe she'll be cool with it. Bu...

The realm of the Blighted fleshed god, a horrid abomination that only existed to to the deepest and darkest desires of the mind. The origional 9 Paladins of the lost marched unto his realm, many both weaker and stronger had tried but their very spirit was crushed by the weight of this hellish plane. The abominations set forth unto Nocturne called this hell home, and only darker things lurked behind the thin barrier. It was easy to lose ones way, but even easier to lose ones mind as the darkn...

When the cold of the new dark winters grasp held the lands like talons of a bird of prey, the tribes did come together. The weary warriors banded together, silence mostly accommodated the march towards the center. The land in which the came to was known formerly as the Kings Heart. Previously a vast and endless monument to the civilization in which only existed a few moon cycles prior. T'was then, that the ritual was conducted. The various leaders of each tribe brought to the center an offer...

The War of Rats waged for what seemed like eternity. Those within the realm not only battling themselves and inner desire, but the armies of the fleshed god. The 9 tribe's of the old way, the true followers of Norturne sought to bring peace to the many people of Nocturnem. Origionally they were viewed as cultists, and outdated religious worship and such. They often found themselves in prisons and hard labour camps in the days of light. But in this era they were known to be the flickering end o...