Sheathe Those Claws [Skyrim][The story opens with a brief, mostly-dialog-free action scene that sets the tone and introduces the main character, which I've omitted because I think this second section works better as vertical slice.]Sheathe Those Claws [Skyrim] by APonyFarce
Page 13 (eight panels)
Panel 1. Establishing shot of a horse-drawn cart driven by
an Imperial soldier as it trundles down a dirt road.
Lokir, Ralof, Ulfric (who is gagged), and Sibil, a lithe,
athletically built Khajiit woman with faint tabby markings,
are inside. All of them have had their hands bound.
Damn you Stormcloaks. Skyrim was
fine until you came along. Empire
was nice and lazy.
Panel 2. A closer shot of the cart's occupants. Sibil
appears to be asleep.
If they hadn't been looking for
you, I could have stolen that horse
and been halfway to Hammerfell.
Panel 3. Sibil speaks. Her eyes remain closed. Lokir scowls
If they were not looking for you,
that means they were distracted,
and a distracted man is a stupid
Cream and Changelings RiseVinyl Scratch and Octavia sat in a small outdoor bistro tucked away in a corner of the castle grounds, surrounded by the ambient chatter of dozens of ponies either having a meal or simply passing by. It was the day of the much-vaunted royal wedding, and the eatery was even more densely packed than castle-side restaurants usually were at lunch hour; increased security had done little to lower the number of interested spectators come for a brief glimpse of the bride and groom, and the more heavily trafficked parts of the castle had become essentially unnavigable, forcing the musicians to take refuge somewhere off the beaten path.Cream and Changelings Rise by APonyFarce
"I don't know, Scratch," Octavia said, looking up at the pink sky filtering through the magical barrier surrounding the castle. "This whole thing is just weird."
"You kiddin'? Trust me, Canterlot's seen way, way weirder."
"Weirder than you playing at a royal wedding? How does that even happen?"
The electric blue stripes of Scratch's mane hun
Five Out of Five Ponies Who Read Drink TeaSpike walked into Mare Cranston's, a small, quiet building with a quaint wood motif and cozy lighting that gave just the right ambiance to its shelves, which were filled with a wide variety of teas both common and exotic. The shop was known for carrying obscure, unpopular, or otherwise difficult-to-find brands, and it was the only store in Canterlot- or, indeed, within a one-hundred mile radius of Ponyville- to sell Twilight's favorite tea, an odd blend called Old Grey whose taste would best be described as bookish if "bookish" were a word one could reasonably apply to beverages.Five Out of Five Ponies Who Read Drink Tea by APonyFarce
Spike walked up to the shop's counter and waved at its cashier, a lanky colt with a dull orange coat. "Hey, Leaves. I'm just gonna grab a couple boxes of Old Grey, alright?"
"No can do, Spike," Tea Leaves said, shaking his head. "We're all sold out."
"Sold out?" Spike said, giving the salescolt an incredulous look. "Don't be ridiculous. We both know I'm th
No One Kicks You Here, Bluenote"You really don't think I did it?"No One Kicks You Here, Bluenote by APonyFarce
"Of course not. I know you think 'a dozen dozen' is clever wordplay, but do the math. Not even you can eat one hundred and forty-four donuts."
Frederic Horseshoepin grinned. "A hundred forty-five, actually. Joe made the last one a baker's dozen."
"Yeah," Bluenote said, nodding. "We thought he was crazy, but he really did it. His stomach must be made of iron or something."
Octavia rolled her eyes at the sousaphone player. "C'mon, you don't really expect me to believe that."
"Weren't you there, Octavia?"
"Nah," Harpo said, taking a sip of his drink. "That was the night she got kicked out for decking that Hawthorne guy, remember?"
"Octavia got thrown out for kicking somebody's flank?" Vinyl Scratch chuckled. "You know, that actually doesn't surprise me."
"He deserved it," muttered the bassist, folding her forelegs and leaning on the tabl
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