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Thread 27400547 Post 27400547

2016-05-18 10:17:00 No. 27400547
>Ponyville seems to be a hotbed of excitement these days. Between the dragons roosting in the mountains, horrid monsters wandering out from the Everfree Forest, ancient ruins discovered deep in the earth, and the ever-presenting of all-out war between the Equestrians and the Gryphons, it seems like everypony looking for fame or fortune is flocking to this town.
>It is an age of knights, adventurers, dark magics, and destined heroes.
>You are none of these things.
>Your name is Pot Luck, and your daughter's been foalnapped!
>To that end, you've infiltrated the palace during a diplomatic gala and have managed to get a private audience with the princess.
>But your talk with Celestia was interrupted by an assassination attempt.

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>"Who sent you?" Celestia warns once more, her dagger drawing ever closer to the changeling's wing.
>"N-nothing you can do can make me talk!" the changeling snaps back.
>The growing concern in her eyes, though, tells a different story. To be honest, it looks like the Princess is fully prepared to carry out her threat.
>"Y-you don't scare me!"
>That's enough intimidation, you figure. It's time to play good guard again, and you quickly step back in to pry the Princess away from the changeling.
"Princess, you can't just cut up prisoners! We don't do that! We're better than that!"
>The Princess just grumbles but she steps away for a moment, leaving you and the changeling who's desperately trying to hide the fact that she's two steps away from dropping a brick in her metaphorical pants.

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