Title: Thousand Son in Equestria, part 1 Author: Sorcanon Pastebin link: http://pastebin.com/g6pZKnu3 First Edit: Thursday 15th of March 2012 02:39:44 PM CDT Last Edit: Thursday 15th of March 2012 02:39:44 PM CDT Saw a hilarious ultramarine in Equestria story yesterday, gonna try a hand at one of these stories.   >Another day, another Black Crusade >You stand over the broken bodies of the Emperor's Wolves, the hallow shells of your brothers at your side. >Once, there would be celebration over this victory. >There would be laughing and joy >Now there is nothing >Your brothers cannot laugh with you, cannot celebrate with you >They are shells, hollow armor animated by Ahriman's accursed Rubric >You have been waging war for ten thousand years, all in revenge for Prospero's fall >You sigh in dissappointment,opening a portal into the warp and stepping in, on to the next war, the next Crusade >Wait, what >The Warp shudders, the power leaves your control >You are flung through time and space, blasted off course by a sudden storm in the Warp, a sudden surge of Chaos' might >You scream, in rage and horror and defiance. You know what happens to those lost in the Warp. >With a sudden lurch, you are launched back into realspace, sent hurling into what looks like....trees? >You slam head first into three trees before coming to a halt >You black out for .3 seconds     >You are awake moments later, the ancient systems of your armor pumping drugs uselessly into your armor's interior >You see...light? >Light, from a sun >Not the corpse-light of burning bodies, or the dancing warpfire you command >Not the filtered sunlight on a smoke-shrouded world in the thrall of the False Emperor, nor the false light of a warship's halls. >But light >Pure sunlight, and true >It has been centuries since you have seen such a sight >You would weep if you were still capable of it >You stand, taking stock of yourself. Your bolter is gone. Your force sword is still mag-locked to your hip. And there are trees. >And there is sunlight >In the grim darkness of the 41st millenium, there are sunny days. >You aren't sure how long you stand there, taking in the sunlight and staring at the living trees >What returns you to awareness is the voice. >"Come on Angel, that little chicken couldn't have gone that far."     >A voice. Human, xenos? >It matters not. >They will die. It is Tzeentch's wi- >Wait >You extend your psychic senses, feeling this world, examining the warp as it flows in the air >It is quiet here >No daemons, circling invisibly for souls to feed on. >Tzeentch's minions do not gibber his will in your ear >The constant fugue of rage and fear and hatred you have known all your life is not present >It is quiet. >You are afraid. >Suddenly, the speaking thing comes into view. It sees you at once, screams, and runs >It's....a horse? A winged horse? Xenos? Daemon? Where in the Warp are you?   3/x     >This place >The Warp is clean here >There is no hate, little fear, little suffering >Chaos...you can sense it, a small iota. Somewhere... >But this world. The sun still shines here. >A world of peace? Untouched, verdant. >Tzeentch's endless schemes cannot reach you here. Nor can Magnus. No longer will you have to be reminded day after day of the former glory of the Thousand Sons >No Rubrics >No Crusades >Peace. >You smile, beneath your helmet, and turn in the direction the tiny yellow xenos horse fled in. >You still do not know where you are, and ignorance is unacceptable. >You will follow the creature. Through it, you will learn of it's world. >Knowledge is power, guard it well.     >Yellow horse is easy to follow >Her screaming is loud enough to your enhanced ears that she might as well be sonar >Break out of forest cover, see her again, running into....a cottage? >Horses build cottages in this world? >Interesting >You stoop down to put your helmet level with the cottage's door "I mean you no harm, yellow horse creature. Come out, and let's talk" >You put a bit of psychic power into your voice >You hear a squeak from behind the door, then nothing else >These creatures must have more willpower than you suspected >You sigh, then gesture >Telekinetic power forces the door open >You stoop and step through "Now let's have a civil conver- >Suddenly thrown iron pan to the face >What >An iron pan >Just hit you in the face >You, a sorcerer of Tzeentch, a Thousand Son, master of the Enumerations, just got a pa- >THis time it's a carrot >Catch it with your will, hurl it away >Look around >A white rabbit's squeaking and hurling objects at you while the yellow horse cowers in the corner >This is absurd, no creature is fool- >Another carrot "Enough." >You lift up the rabbit with your will, holding it by the throat >He's still squeaking angrily at you. >Tighten your will >He stops squeaking, starts gasping >"How DARE you!" >Little yellow horse is no longer cowering in the corner     >Interesting. >Yellow horse comes to eye level with you, glaring furiously, wings flapping to keep it aloft >What does it think it's going to d- >SWEET TZEENTCH >It's will latches on to yours like a parasite, battering at your mind >It's like getting in a chess match with a Lord of Change >"Put. Angel-bunny. Down." >You resist as best you can, going through the 31st Enumeration in your head like a mantra >Start lowering the irritating rabbit against your will "What in the..." >Your voice startles the horse >She blinks >Contest broken, rabbit drops to the ground. >Quickly wrap the warp around you, teleporting out of the cottage and back outside, near a tree >Consider hurling doombolts at the cottage >Reconsider it once you realize that horse was strong enough to nearly overpower your mind with a stare >Horse comes out of the cottage, looking around timidly >Spots you >Squeaks and runs back inside >What in the names of all the Gods is wrong with this world? >You notice what looks like a road outside the cottage. You can follow that, perhaps find information from a less.....strange source. >Turn to go >Suddenly pink horse in front of face >It's grinning like a madman >Sweet Tzeentch, what now?       >Pink horse takes a deeeep breath. >"Hiya! You must be the new pony! I'm Pinkie Pie! I know every*** in Ponyville, and we're gonna be best friends!" >What. >"Only you're not really a pony more like a minotaur in a funny suit or something but that doesn't matter!" >What. >"Hey do you like parties? Every*** likes parties! You seem kinda grumpy. I know how to cheer you up! With a party! hey do you like cupcakes everyone lo-" >There is no end to the torment. >You were captured by Dark Eldar once. >That was less painful. >Pink creature is still talking. >Gather the warp. >"-There was this donkey I met once! He was kinda grumpy, like you only more talkative hey why are you glowing? >Pink horse's tail starts shaking, you don't pay much attention. >Lift one hand, unleash the doombolts. >Screaming purple bolts of death, point blank range. >Pink pony gasps, darts out of the way of them and starts running. >She...dodged doombolts. At poink blank range. >"That wasn't very nice! Unless those were weird magicky partybolts hey I wonder if Twilight knows how to make partybolts-" >By all the gods of the Warp, it's still talking. >Roar out in rage, chase pink horse, still hurling doombolts. >Try to grab it telekinetically. >It moves out of the way of your will. >That shouldn't even be possible. >Too mad to care. >Chasing it into what looks like a town. >Confection-colored equines watch in shock >One of them starts screaming >"The horror! The horror!" >Running towards what looks like a house-tree-thing     "I will BREAK you, you pink ABOMINATION." >Pink horse is still giggling as she runs to the tree-house >"Twilight! Twilight! There's a thingy outside! Teach him to do partybolts!" >Start gathering the warp >If doombolts won't do, you'll burn this irritating thing to ashes >Door opens, purple horse walks out >"Pinkie, wha-" >She gasps in surprise as she notices you, the panicking ponies, and the cracks in the street from doombolt explosions >"What in Celestia's na-" >You lift a hand, unleash blue-purple warpfire at the irritating pink creature >Wall of purple energy blocks your fire >You turn and look at the pink creature >Horn is glowing >You sense her warp-presence >Another sorcerer, powerful. Very powerful. >"I'm not sure WHAT exactly is going on, but I'm not gonna let you hurt Pinkie....whatever you are." >You forget your anger at the pink one for a moment. A psyker, among these creatures? This is a curiosity you cannot ignor- >Her horn glows, you feel yourself lifted into the air >Can't have that, now can we? >Concentrate, she lifts into the air along with you >She gasps in surprise as you both lift each other with your power, then narrows her eyes.     >"Put. Me. Down." "After you, purple horse." >Her eyes widen at the word 'horse', then go white. >Sudden surge in the warp >This shall be fun >Purple-white bolt shoots out of purple horse's horn >Catch it on a kine-shield, hurl doombolts at horse >Horse teleports away, landing on the ground, sends out another bolt >You teleport again, landing behind horse >Hold out both hands, sending a massive blast of warpfire >Horse has shield of her own, fire splashes around it >The force of your fire burns a shallow crater into the street around the both of you >Horse grits her teeth, sudden telekinetic wave sends you flying >You slam into the side of a building >You stand back up, horse gets to her feet as well. >It feels....good to have such a battle with a strong psyker >Good enough to calm you down after chasing the pink one >Purple sends out another telekinetic blast, catch it on your kine shield. The both of you hold that position, spells battling each other for dominance >She's strong, but you are tireless. Time for distraction. "What's your name, horse? I like to know my enemy's names before I cr-" >"Twilight Sparkle. And I'm a pony, not a...a horse. What in Celestia's name are you?" >She's not weakening. Neither are you >That name was almost silly enough to distract you. "I am Anonymous, Sorceror of the Thousand Sons." >You expect that to rattle her. She shows no sigh of recognition >She's getting tired, the white fading from her eyes >You start pushing back with your own magic, chuckling as you do it >Suddenly rainbow colored blur, and an impact to your helmet       >Concentration rattled >Telekinetic surge from Twilight slams into your chest >You slide backwards >She's not strong enough to hurl you any more >Reach out with your mind, seeking to invade her mind >Rainbow blur strikes a second time, impact against your helmet, hard enough to stagger you. >"OW. Sweet Celestia, it's like kicking a boulder!" >You turn your head and see ANOTHER horse, this one blue and flying >"Rainbow, stay back! It knows magic!" >Turn back to Twilight Sparkle >She's panting, but determined >You start to feel this is getting out of hand. You are a Son of Magnus, not some simple berserker. >You raise one gauntlet in an open palmed gesture. "As enjoyable as that little duel was, I do not feel that this is necessary. I do not...did not..mean you harm. I came only for the pink one. Her incessant chattering enraged me beyond reason." >Pinkie Pie lifts her head out of a box of popcorn from the side of the street, starts to say something, changes her mind, and goes back to the popcorn. >"'The pink one', is Pinkie Pie, Anonymous. She's my friend, and I'm not letting you hurt her." >Your hand is still raised "I will cease hostilities, on one condition. I require knowledge about this world, about how it came to be like...this. Do your kind use libraries, do you store knowledge in some way I can unde-" >You stop speaking >Twilight has a frankly terrifying look of glee on her face >The faintest feeling of dread runs down your spine >Rainbow is shaking her head, and Pinkie is looking at you, horrified       >Next four hours pass in a horrifying blur >Twilight dragged you telekinetically into the library >She is horrifyingly strong, even more than when you fought >Sweet Tzeentch what have you done? >She's literally jumping for joy >"You're the first po-ummm, thing that's come to use this library since I've been here! Well, except for Rainbow, but she only wants Daring Doo books and there's so much more he-" >Pinkie Pie was a mercy >This, no one deserves this >Not even the Corpse Emperor deserves this >For the next four hours, nothing but lectures on 'Equestria,' the Princesses, the 'Elements of Harmony', something about Windigos and a pony named Puddinghead >None of it gives you the information you seek, about why it's so peaceful, about the Warp being so quiet, about...the sunlight >"-And then we used the Elements to turn Discord back to stone!" >You snap out of your trance >Notice you're sitting cross-legged on the wooden floor of the tree-library, books piled around and on top of you >Pinkie is patting you on your shoulder-pauldron in pity >Rainbow must have left >There is a purple lizard glaring at you >"You just had to get her wound up, didn't you?" >BY SLAANESH'S HORRIFYING BOSOM, IT TALKS TOO?     >Okay >You're calm now >You snapped a bit when the dragon started talking, but Spike's okay. >A little bruised around the throat, but okay >Twilight and Spike both glare at you from where they sit while you pore through her books on your own time >After all, ANONYMOUS READS AT HIS OWN PACE >Pinkie's been trying to get you to remove your helmet so she can force-feed you cupcakes for the last hour, and Rainbow's reading Daring Doo while she lays on the staircase "Alright, Twiligh-" >"Yeeeees?" >She has that expression again "Celestia. Luna. Discord. Elements. Explain those. And ONLY those." >She huffs and starts explaining, while Spike glares daggers at you in the corner >The more she talks, the more it makes sense. Discord. The Spirit of Chaos. Of Change. It must have been a Daemon Prince, most probably of Tzeentch. And Celestia and Luna (psykers? sorcerers? xeno-forms, like zoanthropes or hive tyrants) used these 'Elements' to lock Discord away. And with it, somehow, they've locked this world away, kept it cleansed of Chaos' taint. >That's why you've felt so....peaceful since arriving here >That's why you can't hear the voices >And that's why you keep having the irrational urge to march north and break a statue.     >"Alright, your turn." >You look up, shaken from your thoughts by Twilight's voice "What?" >"I taught you about Equestria, now it's your turn. Where do you come from? Are you from across the ocean? Beyond the griffin kingdoms? Are you the last of your kind?" >Pinkie rolls her eyes, distracted at last from mashing cupcakes against your helmet. >"Duh, Twilight, he's obviously an alien! Look, he's even got hands, like Lyra talks about all the time!" >Twilight sighs in exasperation >"Pinkie, he's obviously not an alie-" "No, she's technically right, Twilight. I am posthuman, a Legios Astartes." >Twilight seems upset at the correction >Pinkie's bouncing >"See, see, see! He called himself 'hooman,' like Lyra talks about all the time!" >Hmmm. This 'Lyra' apparently knows much. It might be prudent to speak to her. >You stand up "I thank you for the books, Twilight Sparkle. And I apologize again for choking you, Spike. I think now I sho-" >Pinkie is instantly there >"ANONYMOUS! YOU CAN'T FORGET YOUR PARTY!"       >Right, the 'party.' >You think about it >You havn't done anything but kill and scheme for ten thousand years >And at the moment, you literally cannot muster the desire to kill >And your scheming at the moment amounts to 'figure out what in Tzeentch's name is going on.' >Party. Why the fuck not? >You nod your head once at Pinkie and she zips out of the door. >You move to follow, waving the door open. >And immediately receiving an apple pie to the face. >"There he is! There's the monster that blew up my cherry stand!" >You slowly wipe the pie off your face >Stare out into a crowd of ponies, all bearing torches, pies, and apples >The one who threw the pie is glaring at you from beneath a Stetson hat >"Ah got another one whar that came from, ya monster!"       >That's it >You've had it >You've had an iron pan, two carrots, a flying, talking blue horse, and now a pie tossed into your face >You've had enough of this horseshit >You're furious >But you're not furious to kill them all >Which only makes you confused and more furious >You lift your arms, and telekinetic tendrils lifts the pony mob with them. >"Anonymous!" >Twilight yells in alarm from behind you, and Rainbow Dash has gotten up, looking ready to slam into you again > You hurl your arms outward, and send the mob flying, the telekinetic force pushing Rainbow Dash back from you >You weave the warp around you and take your leave with a crack of warp sorcery >Twilight looks on in shock as ponies groan and get back up. There are a few injuries, but no fatalities. >RD rubs her head from where she slammed into a bookshelf. >Pinkie looks sad, sitting on her rump with tears in her eyes >Twilight turns and looks at Spike >"Okay, he's magically skilled, tough, insane, and violent. The Princess needs to know about this." >"Spike, take a letter."   End.