UNTITLED- Love and Powerlifting

>Life was difficult
>You didn't need a cutiemark in philosophy or academia to figure that out
>Bills, personal issues, other ponies being butts, your pillow NEVER being cool no matter which side you flipped it
>Ever since you were little, you were taught to suck it up and take it
>That was what a mare was supposed to do after all
>If you had a clit and a pair of teats you were supposed to act like it dammit!
>To be fair, you life wasn't as hard as some other ponies
>You had a pretty stable and decently paying job
>The house you rented was nice, as was your housemate that helped make sure the lights weren't shut off
>But there was a yarning in you
>To leave behind all of these silly first-world headaches
>You didn't care if you needed to pay your electric and water bills every other monday, or that it was rude to eat grapes at the grape cart without paying for them first
>You WERE going to pay for those bucking things, you just wanted to sample a few to see if they were good!
>No...
>You wanted something better
>A simple life, one filled with adventure, piles of gold, and all of the slutty stallions that a filly could ask for!
>But there was a problem with that wish
>You weren't a very... athletic mare, nor were you very coordinated
>You also had a problem concentrating on anything for too long
>The sight of blood also made you very nauseous
>And while the whole idea of traveling around fighting bad guys was a cool idea, the whole TRAVELING thing was a little bit iffy
>You weren't the long distance walking sort
>The idea of sleeping and pooping outside horrified you to no end
>But that didn't mean you couldn't bring the adventure to you!


>There was a world filled with adventure and battle, where the cool things happened and everything was always on the verge of ruin
>A place that you had learned about when you were a thirteen year old filly that had been dared into a store by one of your friends
>The Old World
>A tabletop game, a setting with almost forty years worth of lore, and something that was the cornerstone of your life
>Many an hour you had spent painting your minis, reading every scrap of lore that you could find
>Once or twice--or maybe a hundred times--you even wrote some fanfiction
>Nothing too bad though, just some stories about a green unicorn that found herself in the world and needed to save it from the forces of chaos
>The -My-Original-OC-please-do-not-steal-character-that-totally-wasn't-you
>For as long as you could remember, you had always wanted to see what it was like in the Old World
>Not for long, and not in any of the super dangerous parts because that world was a shithole, but you really wanted to just sit down and talk to some of the characters
>Tilerion, the great deer mage
>Fr'ler, the cold-blooded avatar of the mighty snek god
>Even Durfer, the yak drew master
>But there was one above all others that you wanted to meet
>A character that they hadn't written about since fifth edition
>His name had been left behind after a shame became to great and he had taken an oath to forsake everything and find a worthy death
>One of the killingest fighters in the Old World and only two known Daemon slayers to exist
>He was also one of the only male characters in the entire setting
>And no, you don't consider any character past seventh edition canon. Bucking sjws...[/spoiler


>He was the Doomseeker, and you were going to meet this cool SOB
>The only problem is that he's in a fictional, make-believe world
>Most ponies would have considered such a thing impossible to accomplish
>They'd have called you crazy, and trying to do something like that would probably end both badly and in failure
>But you were a stubborn mare
>You were also a nerd, who knew some mega nerds with way too much time on their hooves
>All it had taken was an offhand remark about the possibility of multiple realities and everything had fallen into place
>Moondancer had said that there was a possibility that something like what you wanted to do could happen
>It was a tiny percentage, like .000000001 percent, but it was possible in theory
>The problem was having enough magic to do something like that and being able to pinpoint where you wanted the object to appear
>Now, you had no problem admitting that you weren't the most powerful of unicorns
>You could float things around, and you knew a spell to boil water and flash dry towels and your bedsheets, but you were no Twilight Sparkle
>There was no way that you'd be able to do such a spell
>In fact, Moondancer had said that if all four of the princesses came together there was a chance they wouldn't have HALF the power to do such a thing
>But that was fine, because you knew where you could get the power
>You were Lyra Heartstrings
>Harp player, lover of ice cream, and hands enthusiast
>And today was your date with destiny
>In one hoof you had the very complex spell that Moony had written up for you
>On your hips was your favorite saddlebag, filled to the brim with everything that you thought you'd need to complete your task
>You also had some bug spray, because the Everfree was filled with the suckers and if a mosquito so much as looked at you you were scratching for HOURS
>About an hour ago you had left your house and entered the forest


>It had taken some looking, but you managed to find what you were looking for
>The Tree of Harmony
>While nopony had the magic that'd you'd need, you were willing to bet that this little puppy here could do the trick
>The tree was positively humming with magic as it glowed in a beautiful yet eerie light
>You took a deep breath, slowly making your way toward it
"Alright, Lyra. You can do this. It'll be simple as pie, all you need to do is follow the directions and cast the spell."
>You licked your lips, dryly swallowing
"There's nothing to worry about. You'll get to meet the coolest stallion in fiction and maybe touch his butt. You totally won't accidently break the Tree of Harmony and destroy the world or anything like that."
>The tree's light shined brighter as you came closer, as if it sense you
>You smiled as best as you could, trying to ignore the pounding in your chest
>"Okie dokie. Here we go..."
>You walked right up to the tree, opening the scroll that Moonie had given you so you could place it at the base of the trunk
>Gently frowning, you looked it over
>For days you had memorized this complicated bucking thing
>Hopefully it worked...
>Taking a deep breath, you closed your eyes, leaned forward, and placed the tip of your horn against the tree
>A shiver ran through you as you contacted with it
>Even without using your horn, you could FEEL the magic in the tree
>There was boat loads; more than anypony that you had ever met
>The thought made you exhale through your nose
"Welp, this is probably gonna suck..." you murmured, before letting your own magic flow through you and up into your horn
>The magic of the tree quickly seeped into your body, the force of which nearly drove you to your knees
>But you were a toughish mare, simply gritting your teeth as you began the spell


>It was slow going
>You had to make sure everything was right
>Just one little slip up could have you teleporting in between dimensions
>Soon your legs were shaking under the strain
>Sweat coated your body, and there was a ringing in your ears that was growing louder by the second
>Come on filly...
>Just a little more...
>Face scrunched up in concentration and pain, you cast the final rune
>The tree's light flickered for a moment, then all you knew was darkness
>Not the bad, death-y kind of darkness
>The only slightly bad kind where you woke up with one heck of a headache and a knotty tail
>You don't know how long you were out, but you eventually found yourself waking up
>You were on the ground at the base of the tree
"Wha..." you said, your voice slightly slurred from the massive overuse of magic
>You picked your head up and looked around, your mind sluggishly trying to figure out where you were, WHO you were, and what the buck you were doing
>It does come back eventually though, and you found yourself scrambling toward your hooves
"Doomseeker?" you called, looking around. "Are you here? Please be here and not in the forest!"
>You trotted around as best as you could, looking for any signs of something being teleported near you
>With the distance and the amount of power that you had been forced to you, there should have been a burnt spot around here somewhere
>If the spell worked correctly that burnt spot should have been just a few feet away from you
>But there was nothing
>No burn spot, no giant, glory-seeking stallion
>Nothing


>Frowning, you sat on your rump and folded your front legs
"Horse apples," you grumbled, looking at the ground."

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"Death! DEATH! DEEEEEEAAAAAATH!"
>The smell of death was in the air
>The smell of blood, steel, and the inside of creature's guts
>It was a scent that flipped the stomachs and weakened the resolves of many, but he had become used to it
>He had become used to the smell, the noises cows and deer and men made as they laid there dying in the mud and worse things
>The orcs had come from their plains to attack the Empire of the Cows
>It was a small WAAAAAAAAAGGGGGGHHHH by any standard, but even so it had enough to push the imperial back for days
>If they gave any more ground the big green monsters might break through to Moostermark, burning and killing as they went
>He did not care about any of this
>He didn't care about defending untold villages or the beings that resided within them
>He didn't care about the cows and deer he fought beside
>He was here for one purpose: his boom
"DEATH!"
>The battle had long ago dissolved into chaos
>Groups pushed and shoved, killing wherever they could
>Orcs and goblins races around, their rusty, dirty weapons waving in the air as they let out beastial roars
>The orcs were large brutes, at least his size and usually bigger
>The goblins, though they barely reached to his hip, were far more numerous and just as bloodthirsty as their bigger, stronger cousins
>He tore through them all, group after group until his mighty warhammer was slick with blood
>For ever of the creatures he killed however, three would take their place


>Despite the impossible odds, he continued to swing his hammer
>With each swing he cleaved in skulls, broke bones, sent all but the biggest orcs flying through the air
"DEATH! DEATH!DEATHDEATHDEATH!"
>He could no longer feel the weight in his hammer, nor could he feel the various cuts--some small some large--that adorned his body
>His soul was singing
>Today would be the day
>He would find a mighty death here, and with it his shame would be forgiven
"DEEEEEAAAAAATTTTTTHHHHHH!"
>Bone cracked and splintered as he crushed a goblin with a mighty blow
>An orc came charging toward him, weapon raised
>He saw the beast, growling like a bear
>The orc swung his blade in a wide arc
>He stepped into the creature's guard, dodging the blow
>He bent down as the orc's momentum brought him forward
>It let out a grunt as it's waist hit his shoulder
>Without missing a beat, he wrapped an arm around the monster's legs and heaved
>The orcs yell turned into a yelp as it was thrown through into the air, landing in a group of cow soldiers
>Standing up, he let out a roar
"DEATH!"
>Off to the right, a mighty roar got his attention
>Looking over, he saw an orc making its way over toward him
>The heavily scarred creature towered over his fellows
>It wore great black plate armor, a massive black axe in its hand
>It's jagged, broken teeth were narrowed and it's single eye was narrowed
>A cow, letting out a yell, charged the orc
>The orc, without even looking at her, swung it's axe, cutting the cow clean in half
>He watched as this monster lumber forward
>A smile of an almost feral nature came to his face as he stood up to his full height


>"WWWWWAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHH!" the orc roared in challenge
"DDDDDEEEEEEAAAAATTTTTTHHHHHH!" he roared back
>The two made their way toward each other, cutting down or shoving any that crossed their paths
>Both held their weapons tight
>Muscles bulges as they readied themselves
>For several seconds, the battle field began to slow
>The noises and smells disappeared
>There was just them, there weapons, and the promise of glory and a Doomseekers end
>"WAAAAAAARRRRRRGGGGGHHHH!"
"Death!"
>The orc, sending spittle everywhere, swung his axe
>He expected to cleave his opponent in two with a single clean cut
>He did not expect his axe to be battled away and the hammer slamming into his breastplate
>The brute let out a grunt of surprise as he felt ribs cracking under the blow
>It staggered backwards, and only just managed to bat away another blow, stepping forward and driving it's armored shoulder into the Doomseeker, launching him backwards
>Stars exploded across his vision as the air was driven from his lungs
>Somehow, he managed to keep his feet
>The orc grinned, reading his weapon
>He readied his weapon as well
>The two once again tensed, ready to charge
>Before they could however, the winds of magic changed
>The air around them shimmered
>The runs carved into the Doomseekers flesh-- runes that protected him against magic of all kinds--glowed brightly
>The orc said something in its horrible language, looking around in confusion
>Ignoring the magic, ignoring the burning runes, ignoring everything, the Doomseeker charged
"DEEEEEAAAAAATH!"
>As the battle waged on, nearly no one noticed as the orc boss and the Doomseeker disappeared with in a flash


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>Be Lyra
>It had been a week since that stupid, dumb spell didn't work
>You were still feeling the effects of magical exhaustion
>For the first three days after it had happened you hadn't been able to left your darned bathroom
>Bonnie, bless her heart, had been worried sick of you
>If it wasn't for her, you'd have probably died on that toilet
>Thankfully, you were no longer pooping your brains you
>You were still bummed about not being able to summon the Doomseeker
>It sucked...
>You wanted to meet him SO BAD...
>Bonbon had thought that some mountain air might have been good for you, so the two of you had taken a trip up to Canterlot
>As luck would have it, your sis Twilight was also going to Canterlot
>She was going up there to do some princess-y stuff
>Most of it sounded super boring, and it kind of went in ear and went out the other
>What didn't was the fact that Twi had offered to let you and Bonnie stay up at the castle for a few days
>Your other sis' up in Canterlot had been told about Twi coming up, so there was a good chance that you'd all go out and do something
>Which was nice...
>Hopefully Moonie wouldn't ask about that scroll that she had given...
>The train ride was quick
>You and Twi spent a bit of time catching up
>You both continued talking even as you made your way out of the train station
"So you really opened up your own school?" you asked
>Twi nodded
>"Yep!" she said, her chest puffing out in pride. "The other girls and I have been running it for a few weeks. It's been going pretty well."
"Princess and teacher," you said, smiling at your friend. "They really have you doing everything, don't yo--?"


>That was when you felt it
>A magical discharge in the air
>It made you and every unicorn in the area to perk up
>With each second that passed, the charge grew and grew until it your fur was standing on end
>What the heck...?
>Twilight looked over at you
>"Lyra, do you feel tha--"
>A bang, so loud and thunderous that the world seemed to shake filled the air
>You and everypony hit the deck
>You made sure to cover your head with your hooves for added protection
>Whattheheckwasthat?!
>"WAAAAAAARRRRRRRGGGGGGGHHHHHHHH!"
>...
>What?
>Slowly, you lifted your head to see two giant figures not ten feet away from you
>One was clearly an orc warboss
>He must have been five times your size, with a massive jaw and a little head
>Each hand was was easily big enough to wrap around your barrel, and in one of those big hands was the biggest axe that you had ever seen
>His armor was dirty, chipped, covered in blood and gore
>The orc was lying in its back, desperately trying to choke the other giant straddling him
>This one wasn't an orc
>When you did realize what he was, your breath left you
>It was a human, wearing nothing but a pair of dirty, bloody, ripped pants
>A belt that held various do-dads hung
>His muscular body had a variety of runes
>There were a series of runes that had been etched into his chest with a mixture of gold and silver
You let out a low, happy sound as you realized what those runes said


>BOOMSEEKER!
>THATMOTHERBUCKER'STHEBOOMSEEKER!
>YOURSPELLBUCKINGWORKED!
"WHOO!" you yelled, throwing up your hooves
>Doomseeker let out a roar as he raised his warhammer high into the air
>Your excitement disappears
>What a second...
>This two are trying to kill each other, aren't they?
>...
>Shit
>The orcs eyes widened as the human brought his weapon down
>He tilted his head to the side, and just in the nick of time he was able to dodge it
>The blow of the warhammer cracked the stone pavement, making everypony around you jump
>That was when the screaming started
>And the running
>"What the buck is that?!"
>"Somepony get the guard!"
>"I'm getting outta here!"
>Ponies scattered as the orc brought a fist back and hit the Doomseeker in the face
>The human yelled something in hymish as he was lifted into the air and slammed into fruit cart
>His hammer fell out of his hands, cracking the pavement even more when it landed
>Twilight jumped backward, her wings flaring out
>"Hey! You two stop that right now!" she commanded, the tip of her horn glowing
>Her magical aura wrapped around the orc boss, pinning his arms to his sides
>The orc let out a yell, eyes darting angrily around
>The Doomseeker's runes slowed brightly, but the human was able to get up unmolested
>Twi frowned, looking over at him
>"Why isn't my magic--"
>"WAAAAAARRRRRRGGGGGGHHHHHHHH!"
>The orc screamed, flexing it's freakish muscles


>Twi flinched as her magic shattered, freeing it to charge the Doomseeker
"Look out!" you screamed
>The human, weaponless, just stood there as the orc closed the distance
>He raised both hands, wiggling his grabbers as the orc readied to swing his axe
>OhmybuckingCelestia!
>The tip of your horn glowed, and you readied your magic to do... something
>But then your fur stood on end and there was another bang
>"Canterlot Guard! Put your appendages where I can see'em!"
>You looked back to see at least thirty guardsponies standing not far off, their spears at the readied
>A sigh of relief escaped you
>Oh thank Celestia, the guard was here...
>A grunt and a crack forced you to turn your attention back toward the human and the orc
>The Doomseeker had his hands around the warboss's neck
>The orc's body hung limb in his arms, his neck twisted
>Doomseeker let out a snarl, taking a step back and yanking his head clear off in a spray of green blood and gore
>...
>Oh curd...
>The guard was here...

>The ork's head was in his hands
>His fingers were digging into it's foul-smelling green flesh
>The beast's green blood covered his chest, his face, his arms
>He was breathing hard, his face curled into a snarl
>The red ruin was still upon him, urging him to fight, to move forward, to find another foe that would lead to his end
>It helped him ignore his broken ribs and wrist and the smell of burning flesh that was coming from the runes that had been pounded into his body so long ago
>But it was fading, and with it's loss came disappointment and dread
>With this ork's death his fellows would no doubt run, and with them the remainder of this battle would end
>The Doomseeker clicked his tongue as he tossed the head over his shoulder
>His hammer was missing; he had dropped it during the fight
>That would need to be recovered
>He looked around to no longer see a bloody battlefield but a city
>White buildings of inferior quality rose high into the air
>There was no blood, no stink of shit and guts and steel
>He frowned, his brow furrowing in confusion
>What had sent him here?
>Magic?
>That should have been impossible
>Even the magicks of greater daemons washed harmlessly over him
>Was it the act of some divine?
>Was Gromior so displeased with him that he had refused to allow him a worthy death?
A shout brought the Doomseeker out of his thoughts, and he turned his attention toward ponies of all creatures
>There were a group of what was clearly guards standing just a few feet from him, all of them horrified and three emptying the contents of their stomachs onto the cobblestone street
>There was a purple mare that looked just a horrified and a green unicorn as well
>A green unicorn that looked like she was both trying to look terrified and excited


>The Doomseeker's frown deepened

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>Be Lyra Heartstrings
>You know, you had always wondered what it'd be like to see somepony get their head ripped clean off
>It wasn't as messy as you thought it would be honestly
>There was a lot of blood, and bits of bone and grey, muscle-y stuff
>...
>And yeah...
>You were freaking out quite a bit
>"Somepony stick that crazy monster!" one of the guards yelled, leveling her spear at the Doomseeker. "Princess, citizen, please step back! Let us handle this!"
>The guards, all of them various shades of green and white, raised their spears
>Twilight flinched as she watched the Doomseeker toss the ork's head over his shoulder like it was a moldy apple
>She shook her head before standing up to her full height
>"Wait a moment, guards. Let me hold it in place before it tries to hurt anypony else."
>The tip of her horn glowed
"Twi, you probably--"
>The runes on the Doomseeker's body flashed
>Twilight's horn sputtered out as the mare let out a cry of pain, falling back onto her rump
>"Ow!"
>"That thing hurt the princess!" one of the guard's shouted.
>"We need to secure it," another said. "Use lethal force if necessary!"
>As one, the guards slowly began to make their way forward
>The Doomseeker walked around in a small circle, looking around as they inched closer
>He frowned, kicking at the street before looking at all of you
>His gaze flicked toward the guards, then at Twilight, then at you
>OhmotherfuckingCelestia...
>A shiver ran up your spine when his frown deepened
>Your mind raced


>Standing before you was a super tough, super murdering stallion that had torn through hundreds of enemies and fought demons that were too horrible to describe without flinching
>Heck, he had JUST RIPPED AN ORK BOSSES HEAD OFF RIGHT IN FRONT OF YOU
>And these guards, who probably hadn't fought anything more dangerous than a starving Changeling and some pickpockets, were going to try to fight him
>Now, you weren't a genius by any means, but you were pretty sure that that was a really bad idea
"Guards! I really thing you should--"
>"Stand back, citizen! Let us handle this. Hoplite, you take the left. Hammerheld, you try to get behind him."
>The Doomseeker, seeing the guards advance, looked over toward his hammer
>Nononononono...
>Trotting in place, you looked around, trying to think of something that would stop a bloodbath
>...
>WAIT!
>YOU HAD IT!
>You cleared your throat loudly
>Doing your best to beat down the butterflies in your stomach, you tapped a hoof against your chest
"Ka'kum, kruin ktrik!"
>The Doomseeker perked up immediately and he looked over toward you
>If you weren't about to throw up you might have smiled
>It looked like all that time you spent learning Hymish had paid off
"Kerg Htiten, Yurinm, dtrk."
>"Lyra, what the hay are you doing?" Twilight whispered
"I'm saving our bacon," you told your friend
>Taking a step forward, you extended a hoof toward the human
"Tgur, kmrithn delel rothif!" you said, loudly and proudly
>This was a mistake, because as soon as the words left your mouth the Doomseeker's expression morphed into one of fury


>Oh shit...
>Did you say, 'It is my honor to meet you' or 'Your mother was a cock-eyed swamp troll'?
>The growl that left the human's mouth told you that it was probably the latter
>It REALLY wasn't your fault though
>Hymish was super hard to learn and confusing
>That being said, the difficulty of the language wasn't going to mean all that much, since the Doomseeker was marching toward you, fist clenched and muscles bulging
>The guard's fanned out, but the human ignored him, giving you a look that could peel paint
>OhCelestiaOhCelestiaOhCelestiaOhCelestiaOhCelestiaOhCelestia...
>You looked over at Twilight
>Your friend and super nerd
>The mare that had read the dictionary TWICE before she was ten years old
"Twi, you wouldn't happen to know any Hymish, would you?"
>Twilight, who still looked a little dazed from having her magic fizzle out like it did, frowned at you
>"Lyra, this is hardly--"
"Twi, look at that big SOB that's coming toward us. Look for just a second and tell me who that bucking looks like before he comes over here and rips me in half. PLEASE."
>A guard lunged toward the Doomseeker with her spear
>Doomseeker didn't even look at him, wrenching the spear out of her magical aura, snapping it in half like it was a twig, and tossing it to the ground
>You began to back away, ears pinned against the side of your skull
>You finally get to meet your hero, and he's going to freakin' kill you
>It's that some bucking horse apples
>"Holy hayseed," Twilight said. "How in the..."
"Less revelation, more saving me please," you squeaked out.
>It was then Twi realized that the Doomseeker was making his way toward you with less than friendly intentions
>Being the good friend that she was, she stepped in between the two of you


>The Doomseeker let out a snarl, but he did stop long enough for her to tap her hoof against her chest twice; the sign that she was royalty
>Please say something good Twi...
>You were too pretty to die...

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>"I bid you greetings, fair Humi. May your hold be everlastingly strong and may your clan span the globe."
>For a moment, his righteous rage disappeared as he stared down at the mare in front of him
>Here was another that knew the holy language of his kin, something that should have been nigh impossible
>His mind raced, wondering if he had somehow found himself amongst some strange hellspawn in disguise
>Balling his hands into fists, he took a half step toward the pony
>His runes didn't sing, and the creature didn't attack him
>As far as he could tell, there was no taint of chaos in the air
>It was strange, this situation
>And he was no stranger to strangeness
>Intrigued, he relaxed somewhat
"I have no hold, nor kin," he replied. " I am a Doomseeker. My very life is forfeit, as it should be."
>He looked toward the unicorn, feeling his rage welling up once more
"I do have my pride however, and that one must pay for her dishonor."
>"I beg you to forgive her," the pony said. "She is not as familiar as she should be in this language, and because of this she misspoke."
"She should not speak this holy tongue at all," he growled in response, making the creature step back. "My kin do not teach outsiders this tongue."
>The winged unicorn bowed her head
>"I've... learned this tongue through much study of you and your people," she said. "It is difficult to explain."
>The Doomseeker stared at the mare for several seconds


>He toyed with the idea of demanding an explanation, but quickly discarded the idea
>It was none of his concern
>He was barely a man anymore; such things as clan and hold and everything within it did not apply to him
>A great sadness made his stomach tighten, but he did his best to ignore it
"What land is this, my lady?" he asked. "How did I come by here?"
"I cannot say," the mare replied. "But if you'll come with me I can have your wounds treated, as well as discover how you found yourself here."
>Grimacing at his slight butchering of his native tongue, the Doomseeker nevertheless nodded
>The red ruin his gone
>With no foes to fight or glory to seek his body had not began to cry out
>Broken bones, bruises, cuts; he could feel all of these with perfect clarity
"Very well. You lead and I shall follow."