Lore

Mirror rose before the sun. She had not slept, not really, and every part of her ached… but going back to bed would be futile. Her reality felt so surreal that a dream would have been a reprieve, had the universe deigned to allow her one. Weary in every sense of the word, she made the trek to her mirror, where she picked up a makeup brush and looked into the mirror. Her eyes flicked over each feature with increasing confusion. The features refused to resolve into a face - there was one eye,...

At first, Mirror hardly noticed the frequency of Faith’s trips into town. She herself was rather indisposed, and so it only made sense that Faith would go instead for food and other necessities. When she did notice it, well - it was easier to pretend she hadn’t. If she had failed to notice these trips, she had no cause to wonder at the reason behind them, and no cause to look over her shoulder in fear of what Faith might be planning. Her mind seemed unable to lay the issue at rest. Despite ...

Within Canterlot Castle laid a secret chamber. A chamber used for the purpose of performing and discussing secret acts of Arcane Performance. The World of Arcane was never predictable. It was never assumed to be safe. It was always dangerous. No matter if one masters it or is considered an expert in the field. Arcane is always unsafe. The need for caution was always a priority. Therefore, a secret chamber for Arcane Performance was as safe as it could get. And the current acts going on inside th...

A band of griffin mercenaries were traveling south toward Equestrian territory when they came across a factory in the mountains. They figured they’d stop there to rest for a day before setting off again. The crystal magitech that could be found here was still operating to some degree. The lights were on, but dim, and the place was heated and air ventilated, all by crystal magic. A few of the mercenaries messed with some crystal tech that had been abandoned and showed to still be working by ...

(And here we come upon the most important event that changed the course of my series forever, and also started an annual event on the 15th of January every year, the one... The only... Operation: Final Battle! The first one too! In this tale, we come upon our heroes as they take to the Maelstrom Tower, where the fateful meeting between light and dark collide. Stickman VS. The Darkitect, the biggest battle that was foretold in the prophecy. Will he succeed? Find out in this friendship letter! Let...

I'm not very certain what I should put here. I suppose I am very happy to see that I am gaining friends slowly, I hope you are listening to this princess Twilight. Thank you for hearing my friendship letter. I do wish Satan was seeing this

(As per Comp's vote, I give to you the origin of the USF Base and my world, The Planet that was Long Forgotten. This one's lore heavy and contains a few plot holes that I'll probably fill later on in some RP posts or whatever. Anyways, I hope you enjoy this one!) CHAPTER 1: AN ANCIENT PLANET As Stickman and crew were setting up preparations for... whatever, a beacon pinged the force, which caught the attention of our fellow heroes. "Seems there's a beacon still active on a nearby planet, b...

(Alright let's get this one outta the way. Those who have roleplayed with me may have noticed a... different form of mine. That being the Unleashed Form. And you guys may have wondered where and how it came to be. Look no further than a episode I have never done a typed story on, neither have I published it to the wiki of mine, named The Posessed Stick. As for when this takes place in the timeline of mine? Let's say... a few episodes after Stickman and the Paw Patrol (Debut of Skye) (dont judge ...

Knight being emberrassed was an understatement, he sat in the back rooms of the stage chugging more rum as make up artists moved all about him. "Three nights I have done this, do you not think this is enough?!" he says angrily to Devine who leaned on a wall nearby "Hey dont get all angry at me, you're the one who agreed to do two more days because you were piss drunk," she says also feeling annoyed, she wouldn't admit it but she disliked how all these other females were clinging on to him,...

(Aaand here we come to the origins of Phantom S, Flying Samba, and, for now, Flowing Melody, aka Stickman, Jewel, and Skystar's Rhythm Thief aliases. This one should be a real treat for everyone, so take the time to read this particular one, and enjoy! This one's going to be the original series version with some "present timeline" mixed in cause there was no reboot version of this. As for when this takes place in the Rhythm Thief canon? Let's say... after the events of the game.) CHAPTER 1: D...

(And now we move on to the next key moment, 2,000 Leagues under the Seaquestria, aka Skystar's debut in both the series and the force. I'm going to be doing the reboot version of this particular adventure instead of the Amazing Adventures version, cause in the reboot, this is chronologically where Stickman and Jewel discover Equestria, and this is the 2nd episode of the series. In the original series, the introduction to Equestria was called, well, Welcome to Equestria... and had little to show ...

(Since it's the 10th anniversary of my series, let's start with the first adventure that started this all, coincidentally called The First Adventure. This will be the first of many special lore-related blogs that relate to the first original series. There will be special blogs relating to key moments in all 4 series that relate to the history of my series, as well as show off what makes my series so special. THIS way should help clear confusing things up. Think of it like an origin story that wa...

Continuation of Part 3 ------------------------ Artemis wasn't exactly sure what the correct process in collecting his current thoughts should be. So much had already happened during his path towards a mountain in the distance. A mountain in this Dark World that was said to hold a Castle at its peak. He knew in order to get there from his current path required him to cross through a forest. Something that wasn't simple on paper or in action it seemed. He had been derailed by the possibilit...

Enclosed are the written reports you have requested. While I understand your need for information to test your theory that these incidents are connected in some way I must again ask that you not reveal this information to anyone. Such things would be judged as misconduct on my part and only serve to sow seeds of panic in the local population, all the best of luck to you. With regards: the officer of mayor Fletcher. Reports by local resident of trespassers during the night of -- July ---- ...

"Hmm... hm hm... mmm, mm hm..." Bubblegum's soft humming and the sound of scissors cutting newspaper set against a dull buzz of electricity. Otherwise, the shop was empty and silent. The only light came from a single lightbulb swaying overhead, dangling from the ceiling on a long cord. She laid another picture among the rest and shot a small smile at the plush rabbit that sat against a cold stone wall. "What do you think, Alice? Am I missing any articles?" Naturally, the stuffed animal stayed...

Torch slams the bathroom door shut and locks herself inside. She tosses her bag to the floor and lays down, sobbing. It's been a rough day. She just lost one of her long-time friends. "Why can't life be FAIR?" She yells at the toilet, hitting herself in the head a couple times. "Life's never been fair." Comes a voice above her. She looks up to see Gray standing over her. ...

“And THAT, my friend, is why you’re the chicken!” Strawberry slurred through a barrage of giggles to an unamused bartender. The laughter produced a large knot in her stomach and she soon found herself leaning against the corner of the bar with one hoof on her freshly emptied glass and clutching her gut with another. The bartender simply blinked and continued to wipe down the glass tankard with a rag. “Alright, Bers. I’m gonna have to cut you off now.” The unicorn dragged her flus...

Two years ago. Polo was at a store when the holiday song started to play and he knew one thing so, he leaves the store forgetting the milk as a random group of ponies started singing about Hearth's Warming day. He walks to a different store and enter only find decorations for the green and red holiday on full display as someone put a red and white hat on him. He slowly back out of the store bumping into someone carrying gift wrap causing it to unroll and cover most people near by as he remov...

"So dad did you lie about showing me how to use a keybla..." Sivanro duck as Polo throws a nobody into a tree as it vanish in a puff of black smoke. Polo had a keyblade in his mouth as he said "Why would I lie about using a keyblade during these times where nobodies, and heartless are showing up out of nowhere?" Sivanro summoned a keyblade into his hoofs as Polo pick up his keyblade and bites on the handle. "lesson on is magic so first thing firs is have you ever had the dream?" Sivanro take a m...

Crystalline water. Grass so green it looked almost fake. Sunlight streaming in through the trees and playing through it all. The clearing had not changed since Faith had left it, that fateful day, and she went still staring around at where she had lived for twelve years. Mirror stepped past her. She fit perfectly into the magical place. Her mane was tied back in braids, but it still glittered and shone in the light - like glass, Faith thought. It was one of those moments that made her heart t...

“Now, my precious little flower, you must stay here and stay quiet. Do you understand? This is very important. I love you more than anything in the world.” “I love you too, mum,” Hebe whispered, confused and frightened, but always obedient. The door shut. She sat huddled in her parents’ closet on the floor, in the dark. Muffled voices came from downstairs. Two were harsh and stern, two defensive, and then came a fifth voice that had a distinctly pompous air to it. She heard her name....

It was just late enough that Mirror had returned from the woods, but not quite late enough to end the day and go to bed. The clock kept ticking every so often, infuriatingly slow, to signify the marching of time, and that made for the only sound in the cottage. When it had begun to grow colder, the crackling of a fire joined it, and bathed the lower floor in a rosy glow. Light rain fell outside. ...

East of the Wandering Woods and North of the Jackalope Slopes lies a small town, named for a brook which runs to one side and provides the water this town needs to survive. Buttercup Brook and Buttercup Grove are perhaps the most fairytale-esque part of Equestria, secluded from every major city and kingdom, and even with their very own witch. She is not a wicked witch. Her alignment is parallel to good, yet rather unlawful. At this moment, she is the closest the town has to a doctor, and she st...

"You came into my presence, this very hour of work, to simply host a worry? A mere suspicion of actions? Do you perhaps understand what we are currently doing at the moment? Or perhaps you were too busy ignoring your current assignments to host meaningless thoughts. I'd like fair reasoning as to why you're disturbing my presence!" "As you say, I'm currently ignoring current orders given. However, I seek your ear on matters I'm finding concerning. As of recently? Things have changed a bit. I'v...

Blood is thicker than water. The full quote reads, “the blood of the coven is thicker than the water of the womb” and is rather misrepresented. In this case, however, the shortened version is the more apt choice. This is the case of Winter Rose, better known as Blind Faith, whose loyalty is swayed in the passing of a strong breeze. She longs to be better than she is, yet falls short of every opportunity that might make it so. At this moment in time, her fickle nature has lead her to a high...

There was no way to know for certain how long it had been since the pegasus had been apprehended. Locked in a horribly cramped room with no window and with bright lights on at all hours, Faith's only measurement of time came every few days when she was held down by several guards and the IV that slowly fed her just enough liquid to survive on was replaced. She was exhausted, yet unable to sleep for more than moments at a time, for fear of losing the precious time she needed to plan an escape. ...

10 years ago. Polo break down a door before tackling a nobody into the ground and used reality shift to beat it. The family inside are looking at Polo with fear as the nobody vanished then he spoke "Sorry about the door..." The earth pony punch Polo in the face and said "Get out of here you monster." Polo was about to say something before thinking about it then leaves the house. He look at the keyblade as a few heartless appeared from the shadows like a swarm before charging at him but, as fa...

Perhaps the worst of it all was the sickly smell of decomposing leaves, Fletcher was never a fan of the Fall season for that very reason. Mist crept through the trees, crawling up their roots and wrapping around his legs as he made his way through the woods. He didn't mind the cold, he didn't mind the dark, those had become oh-so natural to him over the last few years. What truly bothered him was that smell, decay. The certainty that all things are one day to whither and rot. He halted by ...

A List of Pre-Unification Deities and Beliefs Earth: The Spirits of Water, Harvest, and Rot (Three Spirits for the Birth, Life, and Death of All Things) Pegasus: The Four Winds (The Winds Will Guide You, If You’re Willing to Listen) ...

Concentration. It's the first rule of all magic users attempting any form of spectacle performance. Magic starts at the base of concentration. Wiping away the world around you, whether it be for hours, minutes, or seconds, to purely focus on what you attempt in achieving. It's at this beginning stage where no mistakes must come into being. For the most minor distraction or hesitation will only result in failure. Sadly....failure was a common pattern as of late. A small flower was straight ah...

Greenery on all sides soon gave way to the familiar clearing which housed the cottage Mirror called home, and she made her way to the door, face set with determination and head held high. The illusion of confidence provided her with just enough real confidence that when she pushed open that door and stepped inside, she really was ready to confront Faith. She had practiced in her mind exactly what she would say. But Faith was not there. A quick glance confirmed that. No lights were on in any roo...