From Below

Starlight Dawn's Journal Entry One
The Start of Something New

With all of Equestria in turmoil and Princess Celestia missing, Princess Luna has instructed me to visit the city of Manehatten and discuss what has been going on as of late. I humbly accepted this task and began my journey there where I met some of Equestria’s greatest minds… and also some of Equestria’s not so greatest minds.

When I arrived at the at Manehatten, I immediately convened a meeting at the city library. There I met the highly esteemed (not to mention good looking) Professor GenePool, the famous archaeologist, Typhoon Blade, as well as a royal guard, Lt. DarkStar. Throughout the meeting, we discussed what has been happening lately.

Things were going smoothly when all of a sudden, there was a loud thud on the front door. When the Lt. answered the door, there was a pink, male pony lying on the ground (he was grasping his hoof in what appeared to be in pain). He then explained that he had news of Discords bastard brother. He was then, of course, invited to join the meeting. After he had entered, another Guard by the name of Cepheid Glow (I can’t help but feel that the Princess mentioned this particular guard to me once, something about, being as bright as an unlit candle?) and a dragon named Sunny Scales, who appeared to be rich. Mr.Scales then told us that he would cut a deal. He would tell us all the information about what was happening in exchange for a crystal hat that was in the library. I accepted and he began to explain how all that was happening was in direct relation to the underworld. He offered to take us there, and we accepted.

The meeting was going back on track when all of a sudden, we heard what sounded like a tunneling noise coming from below us, and a mole type creature creature popped up from the ground. We all escaped from the mole creature except for Lt. DarkStar who fell right toward the beast, or so I thought. The Dragon, Sunny Scale, grabbed her tale at the last second as she made an awful scream noise. Oh how I can only imagine how much that hurt.

We retreated to the second floor to come up with a plan. Professor GenePool came up with the brilliant idea of communicating through the vibrations in the ground via dancing. So the professor bravely tapped the back of the monster and Fushia Puff started do a strange little dance that looked oddly familiar, I think I saw a little boy in a green hat and a silly little mask do it once do it on my travels. Anyway, the plan worked without a hitch and the creature burrowed back into the hole that it made. The library was in pieces, however.

Our victory was brief as Glow alerted us to a new creature that came up from the hole. It was a winged snake with two heads, one on either side. We again retreated to the third floor as Lt. DarkStar put up a magical shield to slow the beast down. We began to come up with solutions to the problem when all of a sudden, a spider with a top hat came down and had conversation with Mr.Scales. Once the discussion had ended, we came up with a plan to blind the snake and get it to eat itself. Sunny Scales, Typhoon Blade and Glow picked up the case that contained the crystal hat, GenePool aimed the hat at the creature, and I cast my light spell. The light was amplified by the hat and blinded the snake. I then tapped it with the broom and it began to eat itself until it disappeared out of thin air. Our last problem was to get out of the spider web that was encasing the library. I, of course, mentioned to the party that the gliff’s had something to do with this. Mr.Scales then scratched off the gliff, and the webbing disappeared. We retreated back to Mr.Scales’s “pent house” to rest and rejuvenate. I only fear what will happen to us the next day.

Lt. Darkstar's Log
The 4th Night

Events have weighed heavy on my mind of late. I am not one to give in to despair — I could never let my squad see me waver — but as the chaos increased night after night without end, I feared for the future of Equestria.

Starlight Dawn brought tidings from Princess Luna herself, although the tidings were worryingly vague. In spite of all this, I had high hopes for the conference of expert ponies.

My hopes were somewhat diminished by the return of Glow — without her armor, but curiously with a bribe she took from the Dragon. Apparently the Dragon spent the previous night skulking about abandoned warehouses. Up to no good, I’d wager. No good, but not particularly destructive at the moment. I assigned Glow door-guard duty, as the previous guards were escorting an insistent yellow mare to the police office for harassing them.

Inside the meeting – the professors started professing – the kind of debate that drives me up the wall.

Speaking of being driven up the wall, I heard a loud thud on the doors, and excused myself to investigate. I could only imagine what kind of trouble Glow had gotten into this time.

Nope, I couldn’t have imagined that. In Glow’s place was a flamboyant fuschia stallion hopping around, nursing a sore hoof. I fixed him with my best glare and demanded an explanation. He was suitably intimidated, but managed to spit out some nonsense about Diamond Dogs and Discord’s bastard brother.

Wait a minute. This pony looked familiar — yes, he had been in the basement of the jeweler’s shop, and had faced a Tunneler. He was probably deluded, but I couldn’t risk leaving any stone unturned, especially since Equestria’s best and brightest were distressingly clueless.

“Come with me,” I said, even as, up the path came Glow and Sunny Scales. “Good,” I said to Glow, “You found the dragon. Everyone, inside.”

Inside, all parties continued talking, with very little doing. It was making my mane itch for action. Sunny, however, made a proposition: he would tell all he knew in exchange for the Crystal Cap in the university’s magical artifact collection.

I knew all along that the dragon knew more than he was telling, but I chomped at the bit when thinking about how much time had been wasted playing his dragon games. We may have made real progress if he had only been forthcoming several days earlier. Still, in the interest of expediency, I allowed the university staff to decide on the fate of their artifact.

Sunny Scales then dropped a bombshell: the chaos was caused by the Underworld leaking into our reality. He offered to take us there. Invigorated at the prospect of actually doing something proactive, myself and the others immediately agreed.

Except now, an all-too familiar rumbling emanated from the basement. The group stampeded down the stairs, and a Tunneler appeared. It sat there, at the top of its tunnel, clicking and sniffing, looking for who knows what. I ordered everyone back, and they all obeyed, except well, and I hesitate to admit this, but my hoof must have slipped on something… and I nearly toppled from the stairs directly onto the Tunneler.

I was saved — yes, I said it. Saved by the dragon. He unceremoniously grabbed my tail to keep me from tumbling. I confess I must have let out an undignified yelp (or scream, probably) of pain. But it did the trick, I was still alive and able to trot up the stairs, sore rump or no.

Things escalated from there, as things often do. The entire building seemed to be encased in a forcefield of blue, wispy, magical strands. I set Glow on guard to watch the Tunneler’s movements, and the rest of us went up to the top floor to strategize.

We came up with an unlikely plan to dismiss the Tunneler: the unicorn professor would distract the Tunneler with a broom stick, while the Fuschia stallion would rhythmically dance to try to get it to go away. I’m not exactly sure why they thought it was a good idea, someone said something about echolocation. Regardless, the plan worked perfectly! The Tunneler clicked to the music and went back down.

Our victory was short-lived, as we were still trapped in the library. We discussed the problem further, though I confess I merely heard a lot of intellectual ‘wah wah wah’.

But Glow alerted us to a dire new circumstance: out of the hole the Tunneler dug, came a huge, flying snake, with two heads (one on either end). The thing had already moved to the first floor and we ran for our lives up the stairs.

On the third floor, I dug my hooves in and cast the best protection spell I know how. It worked! I spent the next minutes, or hours (it was difficult to tell), concentrating on maintaining the spell so that the snake could not attack us.

The rest of the time was, from my point of view, somewhat blurred. But I do distinctly remember a huge spider in a top hat who pulled my sore tail to break my concentration. I held on, though, and Glow selflessly protected me.

Even though my concentration, I couldn’t help but feel a surge of pride. For all of the ribbing I get in the Royal Guard Officer’s Club about the useless pegasus on my squad — I always knew, deep down, that Glow would come through when it was truly important.

At last, the group defeated the snake, and broke the spell on the library. I was exhausted, and we all wearily retreated to the Dragon’s penthouse apartment.

And I am entirely too proud to ask for an ice pack for my sore rump.

Sunny Scale's Journal 4
Weaving weaver's games.

Day 4 – I woke up quite sore from last nights adventure. I decided to make the first gesture of friendship or flirting by giving Glow some money to pay for the armor she lost saving our lives. This should help in ensuring that I get to keep my new favorite royal guard. … I hope my gesture is well received, she is quite friendly and it could nice to have somepony who does not fear me, hate me, or have absolute loyalty to my parents.

I have noticed that despite the danger many of mother’s servants remain in my household, they are far too loyal but eventually they will run or die, leaving me with more freedom to do my great work… at least while the underworld mingles with ours. I have a short window and I need to make good use of it.

I took the next step in my plan today. Using my obtained knowledge as a trade to get the first of 3 artifacts I need in order to do my experiment. If I am successful, there will be many dragons like myself, able to live peacefully amongst ponies without either side fearing or betraying the other. And more importantly I will have absolute freedom to fulfill my destiny… I almost cannot hold back my excitement.

Darkstar was reluctant to give me possession of the helmet but my knowledge was a fair trade and my careful handling of the helmet will surely help maintain her confidence of my pursuits.

There was a slight delay in returning home, the weavers and moles decided to intervene and trap us inside the library. They also gave us the gift of a giant flying two headed snake. But thanks to my leadership and quick thinking we managed to pull together and escape with our lives in tact. However, we will surely suffer for my bargain with the weaver to play a game with him every day. These creatures are polite, charming, and extremely powerful, but they are also able to be manipulated and reasoned with. This knowledge may prove useful if I can outsmart the weaver through prolonged contact. I can feel the beginnings of a plan starting to form, and with due time I may yet save the world.

In addition I met several other ponies today, mostly scholars and commoners. Minus Darkstar and one of the professors, they all seem fairly easy to manipulate. I expect that soon they will recognize me as the group leader, and with them I may manage to banish Entropy and restore a future to everypony. As an added bonus we obtained one of the relics of The Six. Now we only need five more and I suspect our new antagonist can lead us to the shield.

On my return I fired half of my staff, this will be the first step towards me not having excessive pampering. As the city decays I will have less and less comforts. I expect that within a week I shall be a nomad of sorts. I made some preparations for safe houses and supplies, but the underground ones are likely worthless so I have at most 10 in the city if I include the supplies in my own penthouse. It is a grim prospect to think that I shall have to do things for myself… a scary thought if I was not so confident in my ability to take care of such things. I also made sure Pennyworth was not aware of my obtaining the helmet. I have decided to bring the ponies to my place to refresh and prepare for tomorrow. With the weaver planning to attack us it would be a bad idea to split up or be exhausted. There is also an added benefit, so long as I keep my new ‘friends’ nearby Pennyworth may suspect it belongs to them and not try to hide it from me…

That stallion is far too loyal to mother…

I hope her and father are safe.

Sunny Scale's Journal 3
Guards and Ghosts

Day 3 – I was rather rudely woken up by the demands of Lt. Darkstar. She continues to deflect my flattery and interrogate me at the same time. I fed her a watered down version of the events of yesterday. I can’t afford to give up my valuable knowledge of the situation for free, and I suspect Darkstar did not trust my story. I found out later that evening that she posted a guard above my home to tail me in the event of my leaving. I had to fly around the city as the roads are all clogged with people leaving for safer pastures. Its a shame they wont find much safety as I have received news that this is a worldwide event, which is to be expected as the underworld is also worldwide.

I went to Coppermane’s warehouse to search for magical items of use to me, and sadly the place had been picked clean of anything valuable long ago. But there is still advantage to be had from the excursion. The guard I have been assigned is quite gullible and easy to manipulate. This may be the greatest gift Darkstar will ever give me.

I should also note that I had the first of what I assume will be many attempts on my life. A ghost who died in an old furnace trapped me and my new lackey Glow inside said furnace with a dwindling supply of air. Thankfully I was able to command my assistant into being useful and opening the air vent for us. After that it was simply a matter of time before we escaped relatively unharmed. I had to destroy part of the vent on my way up, but it was of little consequence. More importantly my lackey lost her armor in the furnace, I need to make reparations or else Darkstar might reassign my lackey to a lower rank of guard duty.

Sunny Scale's Journal 2
To hell and back

Day 2 – I retrieved my heirloom cufflinks today, the streets are starting to be crowded with ponies leaving the city due to quarantines. The situation is too big for the local enforcements to handle so the royal guard has stepped in to fill in the gaps. It is much to my benefit that they are still not enough to cover a whole city with eyes and barriers. This may finally be my chance to perform my experiment, my chance for freedom has come in the form of a city wide Apocalypse. Such a rare opportunity should not be squandered.

Morning was a bit of a rough patch as Lieutenant Darkstar gave me a brief interrogation about last nights events. She seems to bear some hatred of me, and so I suspect she has been informed of my special condition. I would expect no less from such a high ranking and rather attractive member of the royal guard.

I decided to spend the evening investigating rumors of the ghost of Coppermane appearing in Central Park. Being a fan of the great magicians I decided to pay my respects, and I was quite suprised. A weaver, as I now know they are called, greeted me and gave me entrance to a tent where none other than Coppermane herself was performing. It was quite a show but it is a bit of a dissapointment to see one of my heroes and realize they are not nearly as intelligent as you thought they were. But my dissapointment gave way when I gained the location of Dana Coppermane’s warehouse. I can certainly find the simulacrum I require there, I shall make arrangements to conduct my search tomorrow before my mother’s servants can rob me of this opportunity.

After the show I followed the crowd down, into the underworld, where I made a series of valuable discoveries. For starters I found the root cause of my silver lined disaster to be a kin of the legendary Discord. Entropy as he is named appears to bear a similar story to his brother, in addition he has rendered the ruler of the underworld powerless. With the void of control the weavers, the polite spiders I encountered earlier, decided to work with the tunnelers to create havoc on the land of the living.

The key to solving this delimma would be to gather the six artifacts of The Six and use them to reseal entropy and restore order to the underworld. I will need the manage this situation carefully as solving it too soon would squander my opportunity and solving it too late would render any achievements from my experiment null and void.

I returned home for a long soak in some lava… the underworld leaves ones scales rather grimy feeling for some reason. I suspect its the mold and moisture from so many corpses.

Sunny Scale's Journal 1
It begins.

Day 1 – It all started today, I saw a giant spider creature while attending the unveiling of an old relic some scholar dug up. It is such a pain to keep up appearances, but it does pay well.

The spider was rather polite and almost stuffy, but they seem fairly harmless despite its size. I did not go to what I would find out is the underworld. Instead I mistook the situation as nearly pedestrian in nature and returned home before I could suffer the harassment of the commoner enforcement squad.

It should also be noted that the relic glowed blue before the spider showed up. It may or may not be a coincidence.

Dr. G.Poole Memory Log Entry List:1


Streets that were once burdened with traffic from tourists, workers, law enforcement, now lay abandoned or worse. What has replaced the thousands of inhabitants of our urban haven has forced an entire city to abandon ship. Fluctuating energy surges, creatures of unknown origin and intent are beginning to appear, at least according to rumor. And as our city appears to destabilize, our Princess Celestia is off on some royal business. In case this log is ever extracted from my mind I dare not give away any more. I do not believe in coincidence. I theorize that the princess’s absence and the chaotic presence are definitely linked. I am off to a meeting with some of my colleagues and law enforcement who have chosen to remain. I chose to stay because frankly, I have no other home but this school. And I would gladly die to save it. End LOG1


The meeting was more successful than anticipated. Not only are my colleagues of the mindset to stay and do all they can to defend the city, but we have information, glorious information, from a dragon no less who seems to have interests of acquiring a different kind of treasure. Although the head guard seems entirely reluctant to have him in our little group, I find that he is most resourceful. Unlike myself, he may or may not stray from the facts he relays and gives very few details of our mission. One thing I am positive about, he has indeed been to the underworld. This fact, connected with the goings on in the city has my mind whirring. Little is known about the magicks of that place. Ancient, dark, and forbidden come to mind. However there is a purpose to what is going on, I know it. The only entity that has ever been known to wreak havoc over a large area was the Discord incident. And it was confirmed by an Earth Pony whom I just met today, and has no reason to lie, that this may very well be connected to a brother of Discord’s. Little is known about the draconequus species. In fact, I didn’t know before today that the was more than one. Is the draconequus native to the under world? Are they powerful enough to roam free between worlds? Did Discord free this brother or has he found a way out on his own? So many unanswered questions. But now is not the time to accuse. Now is the time for action. I am off with this strange group of ponies and dragon to find any means necessary to achieve our goals, even if it means dealing with danger I cannot begin to comprehend. End LOG2

Monsters are confirmed. The rumors were true. In a span of less than an hour we have come face to face with some sort of large talpa insecta type creature, a cheerful, yet terrifying arachnid, and a very hungry looking creature that may or may not have been a sub species of the amphisbaena. Although we barely got out alive, I am noting that the fact that we made it out at all makes me think it was TOO easy. More on that later. Dragon seems to be keeping his end of the bargain, thus far and has been a useful rudimentary diplomat. He may be pushing his luck though. My colleague, an archaeologist, is very quiet and deep in thought as usual, but has kept his composure in this dire situation. His restraint from hysteria is commendable. Another colleague has aided me thrice now in levitation spells vital to our escapes. I shall notify the dean of both of their triumphs. Maybe they’ll get a raise. There are two guards. A unicorn with exceptional prowess in shield spells, and a Pegasus whom quite frankly I think might actually stand a chance at bludgeoning one of those creatures from below, despite their flaws; the unicorn who trusts no one and one that may trust anyone, are exemplary to have in our mission. My favorite member of this bizarre fellowship is a merchant of cloth that frankly, I don’t really see a point to, but he seems do do really well for himself. He makes an excellent member, both to disperse tense social settings with comic relief but his dancing and his wide variety of scents has helped us more than once. My least favorite colleague Professor Crop, whom I would expect would give several opinions of how incompetent I am and foolish my theories are by now, hasn’t said a word since the meeting, not even a “hello.” I am not complaining of course, but a close watch, I advise. With a Tome of Ancient magicks in my tote bag, I imagine will be more useful than the spider tells me (Did I mention that the spider can speak?! Fascinating!) If anyone hearing these thoughts comes into contact with a creature I described, do not trust their lies. They are masters of deception and have spent an eternity mastering how to bury the truth. End LOG3

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