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- >Day cardgames in Equestria
- >You are Celestia, and you're currently in the royal banquet hall, making room for your poker game later today
- >The massive table that usually sat in the middle of the room had been sunk into the floor, meshing seamlessly with it
- >Your favourite poker table had been poofed into the room in its place
- >Made of four thousand year old oak, of a tree you personally grew, and magically preserved
- >Its surface was coated in the finest baize available, and it was a perfect match to your coat
- >And right in the middle was your cutie mark, stretching the width of the table
- >Just as you were getting out the numerous decks of cards from a hidden compartment, Luna popped into the room
- >"Tia! What are you doing?! Do you not remember the last time you played poker?!"
- >...and scared the Tartarus out of you, sending cards flying everywhere
- >You sigh, and start to pick up the four decks worth of cards with your magic, sorting them slowly
- "Luna, how many times have I told you not to sneak up one me like that?"
- >"Sister, how can you be so nonchalant about this? I spent two weeks convincing Dusky to give back the west wing. And don't even forget the two months I spent getting Equestria back out of debt after you lost THE ENTIRE TREASURY to the griffin king!"
- >Oh, right
- >About two thousand years back, you had a game of Trotsas Hold 'Em with the king of the griffins
- >And, as usual, you had gotten drunk some time during the game
- >When you were drunk, you tend to make rather outrageous bets
- >Like the west wing of the castle, or the treasury's entire stock of gold
- >You were Celestia, and when you went 'all in', you bucking meant it
- >Before you could come up with a reply to Luna, she turned and quickly made her way out of the room, muttering something about 'hiding the treasury'
- >Letting out a sigh, you place the four re-sorted decks on the table, and poof up eight of the royal gaming stools
- >Only four were playing, but it was always worth being prepared
- >You, Anon, battle brot- you mean your faithful student Twilight Sparkle, and the 2IC of the night guard.
- >Major Whirling Maelstrom was who you were worried about during this game
- >Members of the night guard were notoriously good poker players, and Whirly was no exception
- >Breaking you from your chain of thought was a scroll from Anon
- >You could tell it was from him because the scroll was slightly damp with the 'ink' he used, and smelled faintly of rage
- >How you knew what rage smelled like was beyond you, but you had been picking up all sorts of little things like that from him
- >Even your sense of fashion had been altered, for the better you thought
- >Splotches of red tastefully splattered by Anon were all over your coat, and he had made some beautiful jewelery out of bone that sat seamlessly within your regalia
- >You also had what Anon called a 'chain axe' strapped to your side
- >You would never use it, but it was the thought that counted
- >Although, it did make a rather nice 'vrrrr' sound when on...
- >His style reminded you of the little bit of chaos from when you dated ol' Dissy
- >Back before he went over the top
- >You didn't really have too much of an issue with chaos, after all it was the opposite of harmony, and both working together was what kept everything running
- >Chaos was after all, in its most basic form, change
- >You wouldn't mention that around Anon, though
- >From what you could tell, he wasn't too much of a fan of Tzeentch
- >Speaking of him, you should give him an inter-planar call later today before the game
- >Get some poker tips
- >You're sure has has some tricks that don't involve mutating your guests
- >Anyways, you have a letter to read
- DEAR WARMASTER CELESTIA
- I HOPE YOU DON'T MIND, BUT BATTLE BROTHER TWILIGHT WISHES TO BRING ALONG HER BEAST OF KHORNE.
- I WILL ALSO BE BRINGING A BEVERAGE FROM MY WORLD THAT I HAVE MANAGED TO RECREATE.
- THOSE SPACE WOLVES MAY HAVE BEEN RAGING FURRIES, BUT IF THEY KNEW ONE THING, IT WAS HOW TO MAKE KHORNE DAMNED ALE.
- SEE YOU SOON
- YOUR CHAMPION ANON
- >There was going to be ale
- >And Spike was coming
- >Well, good thing you put out those extra stools
- >And that Luna was already running damage control
- >Things couldn't go too badly
- >Right?
- >...Right?
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