Turn Around

You are each awakened by his call. The throne room. Your limbs move limb at your own command, yet you cannot help but obey. It has been three days since you arrived here, three days since you were each captured, and turned. One. By. One.
The four of you gather in the main throne room. King Sombra sits upon a darkened throne of onyx, the fallen sitting Cadance to his left, and a golden thestral in his lap. King Sombra combs the thestral's mane as his turns to address you.
"Ah, my most loyal servants, I see you've adjusted to your new dispositions.... Excellent. I have prepared a task for you." He rises from the throne, the thestral hopping out of his lap to stand at his right. "You will be heading to Canterlot. I have received word that the Elements of Harmony and their Bearers have been gathered there. You will infiltrate the castle, and secure the Elements and their Wielders. You will each be given seven artifacts, for the purposes of bringing the Bearers over to my point of view. I trust you will not fail me. The price will be high if you do not succeed. Should you complete this task however," he grins, purring the next phrase "You will be greatly rewarded." He points at blade Shield. "You will be leading this operation. Sacred Chime," he nods to the thestral at his side "Will be accompanying you to ensure my will is carried out. You will be transported to the village of Refuge, supplies will be waiting for you there." He raises a hoof. A magic circle begins to form beneath your feet, as darkness encroaches on your vision. As the light dims, you see Sacred Chime step onto the circle with you. The last words you here are King Sombra's. "Now my pets.. sleeeeep..."

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The four of you awaken together, a pair of you each sharing a large bed. Sunlight filters in through the grimy windows as you each begin to awaken fully. There are four side tables, one on either side of each bed. Upon them rests a ebony case. Inside each case is a set of seven beautifully crafted amethyst blades, their crystalline surface seemingly drinking in the sunlight.
At first, the thestral is nowhere to be seen, till a whisper in the back of your mind informs you he is waiting for you downstairs. Knowledge of the place begins to pool into your mind.

Refuge is King Sombra's secret weapon, his unknown foothold in the land. Hidden away in the forests surrounding Neighagra Falls, the village acts as a landing zone for his operatives. Even if it were found, a fake population has been set up to preserve the illusion of an ordinary village. You will be leaving the village in secret, and make your way to Canterlot. Secrecy is of utmost importance.

Do not Fail.

Blade simply hated what he was being forced to do and to feel, his hatred not being shown and barely even felt because of Sombra's control. He had been forced awake and then forced to go see the "King". He still remembered as to what happened to him and didn't think of it fondly, like many might have. He looked upon Sombra with an annoyed look, if he could, and to the Princess that he couldn't help, but feel sorry for. She was a pony with great power and then she had been turned. He was taken back by the fact that he was considered to be one of Sombra's "loyal servants" and even more so when he got put in charge of the mission. He was tempted why they simply stuff the alicorn with a bomb and have it go off when she met the others while the tried to care for her or something. True, it might have not have worked, but at least she would be doing something outside of being a slave.

Yes, that had been treated well, but they weren't even able to move their own bodies or even have their own personalites without Sombra's consent. The green unicorn was well built and was in better shape than most unicorns, which would be fitting since he was a guard before he was turned. His eyes drifted over to Chime and guessed he was their "King's" favorite. It was saddening that anyone would could be forced to Sombra's pet and be reduced to such a role. He might even be able to feel even that disgust because of the "King." The circle caused Blade to tense and thought they were about to be teleported there, but was only forced to do something else. Sleep.

He would wake with a gasp and look around the room for a moment as he processed what was happening, groaning internally when the news of the thestral being downstairs. Blade examined the weapons before looking at the other three that had woken up. The unicorn would crawl out of bed and try to use his magic on the weapon closest to him in order to give it a few test swings to get a feel of its weight, thinking wheather or not if he should kill himself right then and there. He knew it would be no use and that either Sombra wouldn't let him or he would simply be revived to fulfill whatever the "King" wanted him to do. He didn't say anything to the others since he doubted that they needed any instruct since the voice had graced them with the knowledge of the thestral's where a bouts.

Setlarc's eyes snapped open when the sleep had worn off, before sitting up with something of a roaring hiss that slunk past her two rows of pointed teeth before the abominations maw closed with a light click. The two almost glowing red pools only broken by small black diamonds that made up her eyes scanned the scene before settling on her own designated ebony case. As Setlarc opened the case to retrieve her own set of weapons, her mind wandered back to her own possession.

Scarlet had been traveling to her next show when they had captured her. While she'd put up a fight, and made things as difficult as they could be, her captors had quickly learned of her tricks and soon enough it was Sombra's turn at her torture. Though Setlarc would almost cherish the look of startled bafflement, and surprise upon Sombra's face when Setlarc emerged laughing sadistically. Setlarc didn't even have to chase Scarlet's personality to the back of her mind and into the mental city trap that usually held her in place. No, Sombra's magic had done that and more, to the point where Setlarc wasn't even sure Scarlet was still within their shared mind, a notion that pleased the Turned all the more. The sudden rush of Setlarc taking over had even overwritten the illusion generating bracelets and glasses Scarlet usually wore to make herself appear like a normal yellow unicorn, something Setlarc had no concern about doing.

While Setlarc placed the weapons into a set of saddlebags she usually carried with her, her wings flexed on their own accord. The ruby scaled appendages stretched in anticipation of being used once again. As she got up and out of the bed, her two tails clung together, a lasting effect from the little band near the very end of them, but for now it was ignored. At first Setlarc started on her hooves, taking a couple steps towards the stairs, but then she paused and glanced back to the scaled wings again. A grin that could only look manic crept across her wide eyed face with just a hint of her spiked teeth peeking out between her lips, the grin continuing until it reached the corners of her elongated mouth. With a couple quick flaps, Setlarc was hovering in the air and flying down the stairs to await the others, as well as reminding herself that she WASN'T to use her abilities on THIS group.

Sacred Chime loved his master. King Sombra. The pony who saved him from the cold. The numbness. The pain. The one who gave him warmth. His touch was soothing, his scent intoxicating, his attention on somepony like Sacred should have been a waste of his master's time, instead, his master showered him with attention and warmth. He was one of the ones his Master chose over the others. A personal servant to tend to his needs and wants, but he would also tend to theirs. 

Sacred eyed the other ponies. None of them loo- No wait. The remarkably well toned Royal Guard, toned just like Master Sombra, and the strange pony, her name was Scarlet, maybe. Other than that, no, they were nothing special. The circle appeared. He felt the urging push of his Master's will, and stepped into the circle with the others, appearing in the inn. He looked over the sleeping ponies. Maybe I could have some fun now.... They're sound asleep and not going to wake up for a little while... No NO. There are plenty like you, not tools to be thrown away, other favored like you who Master Sombra value and cherish.


Sacred Chime chose to go downstairs, to the breakfast area. There he made himself a cup of coffee, extra sweet, just how he liked it. Opening the box next to him, he found his mace, his bell and seven amethyst blades. He took out his scarf and began to polish his bell as he closed the case, sipping coffee and waiting for the others.

Fantasy woke up on her back, gazing blankly upward at the ceiling. She lied on the bed while she received the information she needed, and when that was done she got up. Fantasy looked around the room, at whoever else was left in bed. Then, she turned around and grabbed the ebony box nearest her and walked downstairs. There, she looked around for the thestral and vaguely wondered about breakfast, and if it was even worth the time.

At this point, she didn't even notice Fantasy. The other one. The good one. The one hiding in a bubble at the back of their minds. The most trouble she'd caused was playing music too loud, which she'd found oddly amusing for a day then gotten annoyed with it past that. But she couldn't hear it anymore, and as long as that pony practically didn't exist anymore, she was all the finer to fulfill her duties.

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Meanwhile, in the bubble in the back of their minds, a blue, cloudy sky stretched for miles and miles, seemingly without end or interruption. Dipping, diving, whooshing, and spinning through and around these clouds was a sleek, black Night Fury that should've been a pony identical to the physical one, barring the blue streak in the mane, which was (typically) a deep electric blue for the original, good Fantasy; the corrupted personality's was midnight blue.

Plenilunium eyes slowly opened to the sunlight he detested. There was only one place he liked and that was the darkness surrounding the world. He raised a blue hoof to block out some of the infernal light that burned away in his eyes. Plenilunium hissed lightly as he slowly picked himself up from the bed, throwing away the covers to show off his dark armor that shed no light. By the bed side was his special staff that held the crescent moon. His hoof snaked out to take the staff from the bedside; his hoof curling around the darkened shaft. The familiar feeling of dark wood made Plenilunium’s spine tingle in delight to finally hold his staff of power.

Plenilunium had been patrolling the land when some shadow had come to him. The shadow spoke greatly to the moon in danger by threats outside of the normal realm. Plenilunium bowed to the shadow to make his change to the shadow. Where the moon was in danger, Plenilunium was there to save the day. Something inside of him changed when the shadow passed over him. Darkness took hold in his heart but he grew hateful and angry at all that came to meet him. Sombra had declared Plenilunium a servant to the all mighty darkness; Plenilunium was no slave neither a god. He was in the middle as a soldier lost in the darkness.

Plenilunium slowly pulled the staff up from the bed side to hold it over his head. Plenilunium quieted his mind in reverence to the mighty moon whose power would guide him towards the fate for all. His coat was even darker than before when he had first come to the castle. Plenilunium stood up from the bed, his mind thinking back to when the cold had swallowed his heart… no… he wouldn’t think about that. When the shadow had first come over Plenilunium there was only darkness but now there was a new light in the darkness.
His yellow eyes flashed at the mare that was hovering above the bed. Normally he would try to learn more about her… though he wouldn’t want to anger his mighty master. Plenilunium stood up from the bed, his hooves clopping against the ground while his armor clicked against itself. He moved towards the stair case where the scent of good food boiled up in a sweet scent towards his nose. Plenilunium was entranced by the scent that lead him down into the kitchen.

OOC: Apologies, but would everyone mind doing another round of conversations posts before the next actual GM post? Just getting everyone's characters introduced to one another.

Sacred Chime looked at those who bothered to appear downstairs. He eyed all of them from his table, gesturing for them to come closer. His eyes didn't seem to the natural glint to them that a normal pony's would, instead seeming dull. Filth. All of you. Tools to be discarded. "Hmmph. Wake up earlier. None of you want to disappoint Master Sombra. We are going to move out soon. Breakfast is on the counter behind me. We have a busy day of serving Master Sombra ahead of us, so I recommend that you all eat. After all, I rather dislike making starving ponies work." He drank some of his coffee, it was perfect, and made him feel much warmer inside. "However, Master Sombra doesn't much worry if you're fed or not. So eat up." Every mention of 'Master Sombra' seemed to be laced with love and lust, though his voice normally seemed hollow. He took another swig of coffee, then went over and got himself a plate of food, putting some meats alongside some different grains.

Quickly down the stairs was the red, yellow, and purple Scarlet Writ who landed next to the table without a sound. While the abominations eyes were on the food, she paid no attention to the other ponies while moving closer to the counter. Her maw parted slowly to reveal the two rows of sharp and pointed teeth while moving towards the meat without hesitation. Rather than getting some for a plate, she simply grabbed up a number of the pieces and eagerly began munching on them.

With her meal being taken care of as she held the extra pieces on one of her scaled wings, Scarlet turned back towards the others as they moved down the stairs as well as the one that was already there. "Are... are you the ponies I'm supposed to... work with?" she asked between pieces. While expression shift towards blank curiosity, her wide eyes held a disturbing tone and look to them.

Fantasy stared at the selection of food in front of her, trying to decide what to have. She decided on a cinnamon bun and a waffle, dragging both lazily through the air toward her as she sat down across from the pony who'd clearly been there first. She didn't like this pony.

She held the cinnamon bun aloft and opened her mouth to bite into the waffle (without syrup, so she wouldn't have to bother with a plate) in front of her, but paused. Which one should she eat first? After a moment's contemplation, she decided on the cinnamon bun.

"Yep." she answered Scarlet, having shifted the food in her mouth into her cheeks so she could answer faster; she somewhat resembled a chipmunk, though she seemed to give less than one fuck about this.

Honestly, she didn't like teamwork much. She wasn't good with teams, especially big groups. She preferred to stay in the background and do her own thing, whatever that could be. Group projects in school were always very awkward for her. She wondered exactly how this would work out in general. Very dysfunctionally, she figured. Unless Sombra managed to hover over them at all times of their consciousness, Fantasy was pretty sure some of these ponies would end up murdered by each other, or dead some other way.

Once she was done with her breakfast, she looked around. Then moved her gaze back to the table covered in food. She took a powdered sugar-covered pastry, and when she was done with that she simply stared at the table, concerned that somepony might try to socialize with her if she looked anywhere else. Thankfully, she got a better idea. She straightened her posture and closed her eyes, almost as if resting. She was waiting, and hopefully her furrowed eyebrows would ward off any potential social interaction.

The stallion placed the weapon back down and sighed as he got of the bed, hearing the thestral from below because of the lack of noise in the building. He had to hate that stallion sometimes since he was acting as if they were doing was actually a good thing. True, Celestia's rule in recent history was not the greatest, but she never mind controlled her subjects. He grumbled a bit as he slowly went down the stairs, already knowing that his mane had become a tumbleweed while he slept. "'Morning" He said sleepily as he took a seat next to Fantasy as he seemed a little grumpy. He lite his horn to pick up a few pancakes, a bottle of maple syrup, and a banana. The stallion gave a small yawn before using his magic to have his utensils cut the pancake into bite sized pieces for him to eat. "So, Mr. Chime how are we getting into Canterlot? Or does Sombra expect us to figure that out on our own?" He ate one of the pieces while waiting for the stallion to respond and thought it was good questions since he really didn't know anything. That was a problem.

As a leader, he had to know everything. If he did not he could not work out a good stragety and Sombra seemed to have given his pet more than the leader. It was a bit frustrating, but it was information he could simply ask for so it wouldn't really matter.

Charred Tinder. A pony who had the favor of a king and who had a lover like none other, in a very literal sense; a lover, a fighter, a sinner, and a saint. She was all of these things, and more...
But she was not, on the other hoof, a morning pony. So while the rest of the party had already retreated to the ground floor, she slowly slumped out of the wonderful warmth and softness of an honest to goodness bed, just so that she could blearily drag herself down to the dining room to stare blankly at the assembled ponies.
The glazed eyes watching the lot of them betrayed nothing, neither did the slovenly way in which her hooves scraped across the floor, though her rapidly-shifting nostrils gave away the fact that she was drawn here for a greater purpose than for all of these ponies. And thusly she moved across the room, her pace deliberate and her eyes turning to face no pony.

Eventually, she came to a stop, lifting the treasure of her journey on high. The coffee pot. The far too cold for her liking, coffee pot, which she raised above her head, and then she simply allowed nature to solve the problem of the coffee being too cold. Namely, she let a stream of fire gently escape her pursed lips, letting the flame wrap around the lower portion of the pot. After a few moments of this display, she judged it fit for kirin consumption, and she simply held her mouth upwards, and poured straight from the pot and down her throat, chugging it down like it were some kind of drug.
On one hoof, it seemed to liven her up a bit. On the other, she had probably just drunk the majority of what had been left in the coffee pot, before she felt the need to set it back down on the table, and just blankly stare at the ponies in the room.

Well, there was really only one thing for it, then.
She belched. Not the kind of fiery belch often so indicative of her kind, but the kind of belch that makes people hide behind furniture nonetheless, for its sheer power and the scope of its rudeness. It was the kind of burp that ponies wrote stories about, or told jokes around the fire as to what sort of meal could have brought it about. It was low, it was deep, and it was as regal and majestic as the Royal Canterlot Voice ever was.

You here the wonderful voice of your King flow into your mind. "Ah, hello my pets. I am glad to see you have begun engaging in social activities. That will help your cover significantly."
Despite the melodious voice of your King filling every portion of your mind, you show no visible outward signs of it. It blends seamlessly with the everyday hubbub of your mind.
"Outside the inn a wagon has been prepared for you. You will use it to make your way to Hollow Shades. Agents will be waiting with train tickets, false luggage's, and identification."
Another course of food is brought in, along with anther pot of coffee, and a teapot.
"Our agents in Canterlot have acquired some information on the Elements. Generosity and Laughter  are traveling around the city in between training sessions to boost moral. The rest are assisting Magic in her endeavors to jury jig a functioning tax code and draft system that won't destroy the nation. Luna and Shining armor are mobilizing the guards and preparing them for war, meaning that the Canterlot guards are not to be taken lightly. Celestia is managing the nobility and training the Elements in their powers."
A Hay bacon car is wheeled in.
"Your first target is Generosity. She will be attending a performance of Battle at Discord: The Musical. You will be acting as the leading roles. Dancing and singing will be involved. You had best be up to it. Your parts are in the wagon, though one of your allies could simply feed you the lines via the mind link. I would suggest practicing however."
Another bottle of syrup is placed in front of Fantasy.
"After the play is over, Generosity will come backstage to speak with you. Make sure no one else is there to speak with you. I leave the exact circumstances up to you. Good Luck, and dance well."

Fantasy felt her stomach drop slightly. Dance? She couldn't dance. She could sing, maybe. If there were any soprano parts. But she could not dance. Gods praise her if she didn't trip over her hooves, fall over, or screw up somepony else's routine. Buck, this was not going to go well.

Well, aren't you the optimist.

You know what, shut up. Fantasy thought bitterly to the argumentative voice in her head. And why are you even here? Shouldn't you be muted or something?

Wrong voice. Plus, you know I'm completely voluntary.

Shut up.

And necessary.

Fuck you!

Fantasy had to admit the voice was not wrong; she used it almost all the time to figure difficult stuff out, or most stuff really; of course, with the more difficult things there was a bit more yelling. She opened her eyes with a snap, glowering at everything in particular. Especially the syrup in front of her, though she knew she had no reason for this; she didn't give a shit about that thing right there.

Buck, what am I going to do?

Dance.

I CAN'T DANCE! Fantasy mentally yelled at the inner voice.

Well, then, you're gonna fail, I guess.

Fantasy's stomach lurched at the word "fail". Her ears wilted even more now, to prevent herself banging her head against the table, and consequently draw attention to herself and possibly get a waffle stuck on her horn. She couldn't fail. She couldn't.

Well, technically you can. You just really don't want to-

WOULD YOU SHUT UP ALREADY! Fantasy screamed at the voice. You're helping nothing!

Setlarc's ears swiveled as the voice filtered into her mind, and she grinned evilly as it relayed her instructions. "Oooh, a play?" Setlarc repeated happily as she ran through Scarlet's memories. They showed the young mare happily working in every activity she could in that and related fields. "Excellent," she whispered quietly. Setlarc hopped up then, practically kicking the seat away as she took to the air again on her scaled wings. With a few quick flaps, she was at the door and moving to leave. "C'mon all of you, we're wasting time that could be spent having some real fun," Setlarc proclaimed excitedly with another click of her teeth.

The stallion glanced over at the kirin making her way into the room and at first didn't mind her. She was just wasn't a morning person. Then, she breathed fire. The action was simple and not provoke anyone, but it brought rather bad memories to mind. None of them lasted longer than a second though he preferred not remember the moment.

Blade didn’t care much for the sudden voice coming from the “king” and found him waiting until now to tell this a bit annoying. The plan itself seemed a bit faulty as well. “Sombra why don’t you have someone else do this mission since we already have people inside of Canterlot. This group seems a bit much for the task given.” He wasn’t really familiar with the whole “talking with your mind” thing, but it was better to try rather than keep himself quite. If he had been given a repsonse it would be coming in while he dealt with a mare banging her head on the table. He would simply use magic to pick her entire body so that she couldn't hurt herself even further. "Miss, grab the scripts and pass them to the rest of the group." He glanced over at Setlarc to show that he meant her. He took note of the sharp teeth and scaly wings, wondering why there was someone that reminded him so much of a bad time of his life.

Tarnished Chime was about to respond when he saw a certain kirin walk in. Charred Tinder. His absolute favorite pony. If he had known she was here, he would have curled up next to her and greeted her. She was the only thing he loved other than Master Sombra. His features suddenly brightened up, a sudden light appeared and clung to his originally dull eyes, making him look more alive. He waved to Tinder. "Nunim!" His voice suddenly full of energy. He flinched when she burped, but still waved her over to a seat next to him.

He stopped when he felt a sudden jolt of comfort flow through him. It was Master Sombra's voice, oh how lovely it sounded. He then heard somepony speaking out loud. It was Blade. With a swift motion, Chime had stood up, his mace in his hoof, pointing it straight at Blade. "How dare you question the generosity and plans that Master Sombra has in place. I find your lack of faith disturbing. It's like you're suddenly not a soldier who is trained to take and carry out orders. If you cannot lead this group, Blade, there shall be problems not in favor of your well being. And that would most likely lead re-education. Neither of us would like that." That's a lie. I'd love to re-educate him. He's got such a nice, well toned body. It's too bad that he lacks the faith required to be a chosen. Oh the fun we would have together. No reason to chase him though, seeing as he doesn't trust Master Sombra's plan and would rather piss and moan.

Charred didn't seem too bothered by the voice in her head, though she did give a glance to Tarnished when he spoke up to her. Spending Sombra's monologue time gathering a plate filled with fruits, she managed to take the proffered seat just before a certain somepony went on an insane tirade about this whole thing being some kind of poor planning, inciting a scoff from her and a tirade from her neighbor. Wanting to not see this turn into an argument immediately, she pinched her snout with one hoof, before turning back to Tarnished and putting a hoof around his shoulders, speaking gently, "He's just a worrywart, kid, don't let him get your withers in a twist. We're gonna be just fine as long as we listen to our King."
She could understand this pony. He ate when he was hungry, and he did exactly what he was told to do when he was told to do it. Waiting around and spending hours deliberating over everything was a waste of time, in her view, and just getting things done was the only part that mattered. The other scaly pony in the room also seemed to grasp this fact, but she also appeared to fail to understand that breakfast was the most important meal of the day and that anything between Charred and her food would become charred themselves.
For now, she simply dug into her plate, devouring her little salad of berries and even a hastily-grabbed banana, almost delicately peeling off the skin...before viciously shoving half of the thing down her throat and biting down, chewing it happily and giving off a happy little sigh of contentment—all of in a display that could cross the legs of stallions and colts alike in a withering fear known only to males.

Letting out a hissing sigh at the groups apparent reluctance to leave at this instant, and receiving an order from the 'leader' of this merry band, Setlarc hovered through the door to retrieve the scripts. Returning a few seconds later with the paper held in her fore hooves, and she deposited them upon the table since she didn't know which pony was which. Then Scarlet scoured the assortment for her own part to play while taking an open seat back at the table, seemingly not noticing who she was actually sitting next to.

Blade didn't think much of the stallion and simply sighed. He let Charred speak up and try to ease Chime up a bit. At the current moment of time, he doubted Chine would strike him since it was something fairly trivial and was just warning him. The unicorn still had to add in his two cents about what a soldier was. "Chime, a soldier that only follows and only does that will become flawed. A soldier has to learn and by learning that soldier becomes better suited in serving. So, that they don't need to be held by the hoof and that they can function properly without aid. I want to be able to command this group with the best of my ability so I have to ask a question or two though they might be trivial. I just wish to learn from our king." He somehow managed to say the word "king" without contempt. "Sorry for angering you. It was meant to learn, nothing else." Blade's voice was calm and his expression was not focused on the weapon pointed at him, but instead of the pony holding it. His eyes locked with the thestral's eyes as his gaze. Overall, he doubted the stallion would agree with him, at least completely, but it was something Blade had to say. It might not have even put him in a better position of trust since it was probably something that could have gone unsaid.

Tarnished Chime locked eyes with Blade for only a moment, listening to the stallion's flawed reasoning about questioning Master Sombra's plan, then felt a comforting hoof from Charred Tinder. "Fine. But I have no guarantee of that saving you from re-education. I'm sorry. Questioning Master Sombra's plan is a warning sign. I'll try to excuse you this time." He flipped his mace off of his hoof, sitting down and placing it back into his case. He giggled at Charred's little display as he picked up a slice of ham from his plate, tearing off a strip and giving it only a minor chew and swallowing it. He then took a sip of his coffee. He moved his scrambled eggs, some of his cheese and his bacon onto a tortilla he grabbed from the buffet of food. He used his forehooves to delicately roll the wrap up, then lifted it up to his mouth and began eating. Using his free hoof, he quickly found his script and began reading.

You all feel a brief mental ping from the servant outside. It is not the voice of your King, but comes with his authority.
Finish up soon! You've got quite the schedule to keep, and it's my head if you're late! You can read your scripts on the way, finish up eating and get in! The voice is clearly incensed, and a brief wave of shame passes through all of you except Setlarc.

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To Chime:

Sombra's voice fills you, and you alone. You revel at the thought of having your Master's counsel.
'Let the Leader dig his ditch for now. You will have plenty of time to re-educate him on the road. Stay vigilant, Dear One.

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To Setlarc:

The Wagon-Bearer's voice reaches to you. Help me move the cart into position. If that lot is going to take forever, then we need to leave at the drop of a hat. I have the authority to go around your Leader for this kind of thing, so don't worry about getting told off.'

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To Blade:

You hear the voice of your King, as it draws unwanted joy from your mind. There are new difficulties. The Night Guard is regrouping at Hollow Shades. Make sure your group is ready to avoid suspicion and, if necessary, fight. Failure will be met with grave consequences.

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To Fantasy:

The comforting voice of your King pools into your mind. Worry not, my pet. You will have time to learn over the course of your travels. There will be a few rehearsals, do not fret.

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OOC: I am aware I didn't address everyone. Once the trek gets underway, I'll have more individual specific information.

Sacred finished his food, feeling comfortably full. He drank the last of his coffee and picked up his script, departing from the table with his script and his weapon case. Thank you, Master Sombra. I will make sure that this happens. He turned towards the others. "Make sure you have your scripts and your cases. I'd hate to have to come back because one of you forgot something."

Blade felt strange as he felt shame forced into his mind, but took the time to look at the script a bit to see who the characters were. The stallion smiled as the voice flooded his mind and gave its orders before fading away with his smile. He eat the pieces of his food as he took note of the fact that the king never did answer his question. "We will deal with them if we have to my king." He said back through his mind, not entirely sure it worked outside of just thinking about it. Within a few more bites, he was wished and got up from the table. "I'm going to bring down the weapons, everyone else that gets finished meet the pony outside." He said as he went upstairs to retrieve the weapons in question.

A gray thestral sat in the back of the wagon, waiting for the others to hurry up and finish whatever it was they were doing. He had on lunar guard armor and a sword that was strapped just below his left wing. His eyes were covered by sunglasses. Looking towards the inn, he had a slight scowled on his face before shaking his head.