Topic: lore

//It's Asuka's time for some lore. Except I'm just going to be going into her relationship with her family. We need a break from all the sad lore so have some happy lore. "Alright! Lunch time!" A straw hatted unicorn stallion rushes past the camera headed for a row of folding tables lined with bowls and dishes filled with food. "Hey hey hey! No cutting!" Another stallion grumbles. "Cutting? You weren't in line." The camera pans to reveal the straw hatted stallion standing in front of a somewh...

//This blog contains content some users may find disturbing. Please only read this post if you are comfortable with violence and the mention/use of undead. "I can hardly believe it Arcana! We've been chosen to represent the college in one of the country's biggest career conventions! This is so exciting!" Two unicorns enter the Goldston Convention Center through a back entrance with saddlebags filled to the brim with materials. These unicorns are professors of the Canterlot College of Mag...

//This is the first of two 'lore' blogs i'll be posting in the near future. The other blog should be posted either today, or tomorrow. No one ever said the road to becoming a wizard would be easy, but then again no one ever thought it was. For the longest time you were either born magically gifted, or you weren't worth a teachers time. Equestria had a funny way of telling unicorns "you can do anything!" only to disregard them if they weren't born gifted. That wasn't the case anymore. With...

At long last, the years of rigorous, downright abusive training was over. While most children were busy studying math and sciences, Loki was undergoing the Trial of Grasses. The trial where where he was subjected to powerful alchemical ingredients, so deadly and harmful to the body that a mere three of ten boys who underwent them survived. Such low survival rates, at what cost? Those who passed the Trial gained lightning fast reflexes, enhanced speed, strength and had their senses dialled to ele...

Set when Cally was within the Canterlot Police Department. A cold breeze set the pace for the soft snowfall onto the streets of south Canterlot, a false silhouette of purity. 'The Cliff' was the nickname of the lower-income part of the city. The soft cloud of innocence that was dimly lit by the moon was the only source of safety within the area of The Cliff. A barely standing few neighborhoods consumed by gangs, drugs, and prostitution. It was just another night in 'Princesses Country' to the...

Dear Princess Celestia, My brother thinks that you don't read these letters, but I trust that you do, after all, I heard that you ready your students letter, I think her name is sunset shimmer, so why wouldn't you read mine? Me and my brother have just moved from dodge junction to here in manehatten after being forced to give away our family farm. It is so much different here, and I don't know how I feel about it. we spent the last of the money we had getting the train tickets, hoping ther...

"You fuckin' idiot. You know this formation is supposed to be like this. You tryin' to get these soldiers killed?" "Calm down, Shiv. Despite his physical prowess, Gale isn't in here for his intellect." "...I'm gonna beat both of your asses." "Y'know if you clock both of them, you're gonna flunk your exams." ...

Though it's universally believed that the mare has a childish and absent mind, Mina's new hobby says otherwise. She finds that writting them down in the form of poetry a great way to release her own thoughts; those too personal for her to write in a journal. Even if no one quite understands the meanings, Mina still picks up her quill. Onto paper the colour of snow, in a cute little pink book, the mare found sometime to be alone, so she could confess her feelings as shown: A brave little kitten ...

So! How to start? Hmm... Organized? Sections containing different things? Or a big sloppy mess of a paragraph? organized sounds good let's see DISCLAIMER: If bits of the paragraphs don't seem to fit well, or seem to interrupt the flow, that's my fault. It's mostly because sometimes I forget to put things in that I should put in it, and remember to do it after I've already moved on, so I go back and add that in. ...