Thorture

Year 1 of the 6th Age Dungeon 79 It has been many months since I have written anything in this book, however, I find that this is worth writing about. First though, the room we rest in is no longer as cold as the last, though it is still abandoned and devoid of life, lest one counts the countless maggots on the corpses of the monsters here that lie dead before us. It feels Abandoned and lonely, one would surely go mad if they were to suffer this alone. Kaldaka has proven useful in our journeys, though it has only been one dungeon, a few minutes of battle can tell one more about a man than a lifetime of talking. His is fast, though I am temp

Year 169 of the 5th Age Dungeon 78 It’s was cold. Damn cold in this dungeon. I think that it may have been the coldest one that we have ventured into so far.  We are warm now though, not only due to the fire in front of us, but also the fact that are not surrounded by ice anymore. We are free from that frozen hell that those creatures called home. We decided to split up again, to cover more ground and leave this place faster than we could if we stuck together, granted, there is safety in numbers, but we could each handle ourselves. The rooms that I entered were mostly empty, save a few ice spirits here and there. I was growing quite b

Year 169 of the 5th Age. Dungeon 53 We have delved far into the depths of this accursed dungeon. I feel that we will never be free from this place, but we must push onward. It seems to be getting colder as we descend, as if something is causing these dungeons to freeze. We have fought many icy creatures including elementals, warriors, and even spiders made from ice. The stronger of the creatures, the 'bosses' of these dungeons seem to have stronger and stronger ice abilities as we go downward as well. What awaits us at the bottom? We cannot tell, not even Wolfbane's magic can reach that far. So, as I have said before, I feel that we will ne

Year 169 of the 5th Age, Dungeon 34 I have decided to list the rest of this journal with the current dungeon that we are on, as I have long forgotten the date. I am grateful for the food that we have been able to find, even though it was fish. I do not welcome fish, but I will eat it if it is all we have. I have been able to take some meat from the cow like reptiles that roam these halls and save it for a delicacy, however. When getting this rare treat, I tear as little skin as possible. Wolfbane has informed me that their hides can be used to make leather armor if it is needed. He has taken up the mystical arts, and knows not how to fire a

Year 169 of the 5th age, Date unknown We have traveled far in these frozen halls. I have heard that there are warmer floors below, but I am beginning to doubt such claims. If there are such floors, I dread to think what may be lurking in them. Many of the beasts we face are nothing more dangerous than dragons; however, there seems to be one monster, or person, that is more dangerous than the rest on each floor. This beast guards the ladder that we used to descend even further. I know now what it is to be trapped, as our way out has been sealed by Thok himself. I simply matched him in combat and he will not release us until we descend as far

Year 169 of the 5th age, Bennath, …? I do not know what the day is anymore, only that we have fought the same woman many times in the past few weeks. It seems that no matter how many blades pierce her heart, or how many spells melt her flesh, she will not stay slain like most creatures. Wolfbane says that there is something about this place that is twisted…Dark. I challenge it to stand to my blade! Hah! This weapon has not cracked nor dulled since it was forged all those weeks ago.  Wolfbane has found some shoes on one of the women that we slaughtered. They twinkled like the stars above the world, and thus he has named them 'Celestial shoes

Author's note: Thanks to Zin Wolfbane for editing. Year 169 of the 5th age, Bennath, 24th I stood there freezing in the armor that I have stolen from Morytania. It was one of my finest deeds, and has aided my quest to become greater than Duradel in the art of slayer. I stood there, waiting for a member of mine clan to arrive. This castle behind me was enormous. I have not lain eyes on such a behemoth since I have left the town of Lumbridge all those years ago. The lord of this place calls this fortress "Demonheim." I know not what this means, however, the Fremennik have used the common tongue to translate their barbaric language and call

No one has ever seen the Fausticorn. Not so much as a glimpse except the Alicorns. And nothing came to be without her, not even me. I am her bright and beautiful child. We are here to tell you of the magic of friendship, but first this! Faust created the story and the plot. All you hear, all you don't hear. Friendship was nothing more than butterflies and rainbows until Faust screamed PLOT! And for the first time, there was backstory. It was episode one. When Faust shouted DANGER, the mood went dark and the tone turned doomy but she did not let the plot get away from her. Then she told the writers to gather the ponies into one place, she name

Harmony Lost Warning: There are character deaths in this tale. Is also a creation story! Enjoy! Ps: Props to Kage Kaldaka for helping me with this monster!   Prologue The skies of the newly founded land 'Equestria' raged with fire and bodies as the war outside Princess Platinum's castle raged on. She'd decided to hold a meeting of the powers in her sturdy, and well-built castle, as this problem, this war was bigger than any minute tribal differences that the ponies of this land had amongst themselves. "Well?" She asked the armored Commander Hurricane in her, what he called, 'fancy' accent. "What do you wish to do about the dragons?" He