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    Hasta la victoria siempre.

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    Dunder Blust
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    Cemmoyāhua Tletl

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  1. Pride of the Pochteca [SteelEagle]

    The goggle's band stretched as Cemmoyāhua pulled it over her face to cover her eyes. A couple blinks and a quick wipe with her fetlock and she smiled at Pathfinder, ready to dive. Despite her affinity for fire magic, she was an excellent swimmer as most were who grew up surrounded by canals and a lake. With only some light stone jewelry to weigh her down, she glided through the water currents with ease. At least, until they got to the point where they could both be pulled where she went limp and let the water pull them along. The plan of entry was still Pathfinder's. So she followed along with her friend's instinct. Even though while faced with the gate blocking them from air, she suppressed her panic and remained calm as Pathfinder kicked the metal apart. Once, twice, the metal strained against the pounding hooves. With a powerful kick of her hindlegs she shot forth, aiming for the gate to help breath through to precious air. As she braced for impact, instead she felt nothing except herself breaching the water "Aggghhh!" She groaned, coughing up some water. Her rapid breaths sucked in pretty rank air but still breathable nonetheless. After a pause she removed her goggles, "We're never doing that again." She looked up at Pathfinder pushed the tank open with relative ease. A common complaint of places owned by traders was that they cut corners on costs wherever they could. Cemmoyāhua never thought that this would come in her favor, however. Though her relief was quickly dashed when the lid swung open and crashed, the hinges that allowed it to open completely giving way and breaking under the weight of the lid. The loud crash sent a jolt of fear down Cemmoyāhua's spine, pushing her to action. She hopped out of the cauldron-like contraption. Instead of shaking herself off, Cemmoyāhua's horn lit up. In a flash she was consumed in flame that vaporized off the water in a puff of steam but left the rest of herself untouched. Mid air-however. Something else clanked, and a rope zipped along the stone floor, barely missing Cemmoyāhua's airborne hooves and wrapping tightly around Pathfinder's legs. Just when Pathfinder was about to get strung up and dangled, Cemmoyāhua summoned a whip-like stream of super hot flame. The spell quickly sliced through the rope, still wrapping around Pathfinder's legs but she remained on the ground about to topple but Cemmoyāhua jumped on her back to stabilize the pegasus. "We got to get out of here, we're gonna--" She was going to continue but a masculine voice cut her off. She kicked the bound pathfinder behind a series of pipes, concealing herself but barely. Just before somepony rounded a corner and entered the small room, lantern in one wing and an obsidian spear in the other. "What are you doing here?" He asked in the language of the empire. "I'm just checking the pipes. And this water tank exploded down here!" Cemmoyāhua responded casually. Despite Cemmoyāhua outranking the young warrior in both class and warrior-rank, the lines between each so often blurred, she couldn't just tell him to flap-off due to the sensitivity of her mission. He approached still, spear now held in his hoof, menacingly. "Nopony is supposed to be down here now! What are you doing here?!"

    Free? If you would please draw my character with no art yet.
  3. Pride of the Pochteca [SteelEagle]

    The wood groaned under the hooves, despite the actual bridge itself feeling sturdy. The sound of water flowing beneath the bridge along with moonlight glistening off the mostly still water gave Cemmoyāhua a sense of peace to think carefully. How much exactly was she going to tell Pathfinder? As much as she hated withholding information, it was a very sensitive subject. It was bad enough already for Cemmoyāhua to know. But Pathfinder's part in this whole ordeal was integral, and denying her of information may not be the best idea. Anyway, she made a good and humorous point as to why "The closes it comes at your language is, 'The first bone.'" She said, her voice dropping low "The bone of a pony pulled from the underworld. To stop its power the first time cost many lives. How it came to our world, we do not know. All you will need to do is be like Daring-Do. Beat up the bad guys, help get the thing. You know, stuff like that." Her hushed tone continuing until she exclaimed, "Yes! It is surprising that you know." She said, impressed by Pathfinder's knowledge despite her admitted head-injury. She however did not comment on Pathfinder's accent. "A ritual to send off traders, wishing them luck on their journey. The brigands around here are usually no trouble for the caravan guards, but still it is a dangerous job." She said, her normal, happier tone returning. "I think we will skip the festival for now. They will continue through the night, I am sure when our mission is complete we will be able to join in the fun!" She said as they crossed the bridge, taking a step onto the compacted dirt road of the city edges. "We will be heading to the warehouse where it should be. I would like to add that we should try to get it and get out. Oh!" She paused in her tracks, and looked up at the flying mare. "And if we find it, let me handle it! This is very important." There were hardly any ponies in the streets. Those who were were making their way to the festivities, and of those only few stopped to take a glance at the oddly dressed Pathfinder. After making their way through the city, Cemmoyāhua paused and signaled for her companion to halt as well. Then the unicorn dove into a nearby canal, bobbing back up to peek over at the stone building. "This is it. A warehouse where taxes are kept. Unassuming, yet close to the festivites. Perfect place to get contraband to the caravans." She said, pointing a hoof at a pony-drawn wagon, "It seems like some of the taxes are going towards keeping the party going. Taxes being food and fuel and the like." She clarified. "There's a passage on the other side where wagons enter and exit. There are some other entrances for ponies. Pegasi and earth-bound alike. No doubt they are guarded. What say you, Pathfinder? How would you get into such a place?"
  4. Even though the little pony was sitting there in an attentive manner, Applejack's attempt to communicate with Dunder fell on deaf ears. With his eyes transfixed on the mare and his mouth stuck open in awe, he did not understand what she said. Not because she was butchering the language, he was dumbfounded by her porque ella fue una diosa. Her light drawl, her blonde mane, eyes green like a fresh pear. The foal felt overwhelmed with a desire to keep the mare happy and impress her! For what reason exactly Dunder could not say, but it was indeed a powerful emotion. A powerful emotion, as powerful of an emotion as the annoyance Dunder felt when this pale, broccoli headed foal had the audacity to scream and insult a stranger. Dunder turned his head, eyebrows furrowed at Squall. "Oh! You are my mom? No?" Dunder stood up and turned, smacking his tail across Squall's nose, "Then I wasn't talking to you!" Dunder huffed, clearly not having any of Squall's attitude. He sat aside, while the two argued over pirates vs. knights. And as the group of foals as a whole argued to get time outside. Dunder himself was not hungry. In fact, he was full of energy just waiting to be burned off. When the alabaster foal announced his call to arms, the pegasus trotted over next to the prince. Normally, he would have chose the knight faction, but he could dabble on the other side for fun. "Sorry, I try to speak Equestrian as much as possible around my... not.... family." Dunder said, tilting his head at Blueblood, "But when you speak questrian you have a lot of th's." Imitating the lisp that Blueblood peppered into his speak habitually. "Also, I'm gonna be your skipper! Because Pirates rule the seas!" He said as he flapped his wings to gain some altitude.
  5. Pride of the Pochteca [SteelEagle]

    Immediately upon Pathfinder getting close enough, the maroon mare pulled the pegasus into a tight hug that was quickly released. "Hey... is for eating." She said and winked at the other, "I learned that joke in Manehattan. The carrot venders there are very kind." She said, covering a giggle. Though, her smile quickly faded as they both moved onto the matter at hoof. "I sent you the letter because of Daring-Do books." She responded, a hint of hurry accompanying her once cheerful tone. In a flash, Cemmoyāhua had to decide how much information she was going to give out at this point. "I'm sure you know, nopony is better at retrieving artifacts than Daring Do. And A.K. Yearling told me that Daring-Do is just a character in a book, the neigh-sayer!" The unicorn spun around, her black tail whooshing air over the pegasus's nose. "So I sent a letter to the most Daring-Do pony in Equestria, you!" She said over her shoulder and started to trot off. "We should probably get out of here, the jungles are dangerous at night, you know!" The mare glanced around at the trees, the flame atop her horn dragging behind and puffing at the quick movements. She trotted off towards the edge of the jungle, "I don't wish to bore you with details. I will tell you though." Her tone went solemn, almost sad, "Something very important and very powerful has been stolen from our city. In the wrong hooves, it could easily change the fate of our city or even Equestria... or anywhere it is used." As she emerged from the jungle, the city of Tenochtitlan stood stoic resting atop the lake. The buildings, temples and monuments casting a silhouette across the illuminated sky dotted with stars. "A few hundred years ago this place was a wasteland. I will do anything to stop that from happening again." Up the temple, a series of flames could be seen erupting. Jetlike, alternating in a pattern up and down and around the temple. "Oh! I forgot to mention, there is a yearly ritual tonight. Perfect cover for a foreigner to be here." She said, happiness beginning to return, "And I think you're gonna love it! At least, you would. I was not planning on going there." She scratched her chin, inflecting for a moment, "It's up to you, we have this bridge to get across to the center of the lake and city, anyway."
  6. Bevel... Again.

    Mademoiselle, this light compliments you.
  7. Canterlot Group Photo!

    Thank you so much! 11/10 would sign up again
  8. Canterlot group photo! (closed)

    Oh, sorry I forgot to link the photo
  9. Canterlot group photo! (closed)

    Would you kindly add in Dunder?
  10. Pride of the Pochteca [SteelEagle]

    Crossing into a jungle was definitely a jarring experience for most ponies. Sucking in air became difficult with the humidity, the sense of personal space ebbed away with every low hanging tree branch and every insect that buzzed one's head. What would seem like an obstacle to most ponies, Cemmoyāhua saw as sheer beauty. Decades upon decades of organisms, each living their lives stretching their wings and burrowing their roots made the jungle into what it was. And how she loved it. A.K. Yearling did justice to the beauty of the tenochtitlan basin in her book that Cemmoyāhua was flipping through. The passages of Daring-Do, defying all odds to beat up the baddies and get away just in the nick of time with the treasure. The unicorn had read the book cover to cover several times and was eager to find the pages where Daring Do beat the odds for they filled Cemmoyāhua with hope. When the time came to meet Pathfinder, she took watch at the top of the temple. Her head was on a swivel as she made her rounds around the construction, scanning the ponies who were either visiting or taking the bridge to the center of the lake and the city itself. As usual, it was busy. Not only were common ponies as well as priests trotting up and down the temple steps, but so were hordes flowing in and out of the city, some carrying carts but most wearing dull colors or white. Which helped Cemmoyāhua because she knew her quarry would be wearing her green shirt and tan hat. At least, if every picture the unicorn ever saw of the Pathfinder was correct. Also as usual, as the sun set and the 7th full moon of the year arose, the ponies had thinned to just groups of preists carrying torches to prepare for their night time rituals. Perfect time for Cemmoyāhua to meet her guest. She descended from the temple and with haste made it to the biggest tree she could see. For a moment she appreciated the specimen, then she put her hoof and horn to the trunk and closed her eyes to concentrate. Shallow roots, all intertwined created a sensitive mat for a pony as skilled as Cemmoyāhua to pick up on. In a few moments she picked up, not too far in the jungle, of the 1-2-3-4 hoofbeats of a singular pony. A smile came over the mare, as eagerness built up in her chest. Quickly she made her way into the jungle to meet finally with the pony she waited so long for. Bobbing and weaving over and under low hanging branches and vines, she made her way until she could see the other mare in the pale moonlight. Her horn sprouted a flame, just strong enough to illuminate the mare. "Hey! Pathfinder!" She greeted, a toothy smile on her face. "Please call me, Cemmoyāhua Tletl." She said, touching her hoof to her chest. Her accent was strange sounding, but also very light. "The pony who sent you the letter."
  11. Macadamia Nut

    Boopable snoot
  12. Ponyville. Not long ago it was but another tiny hamlet like so many others that dotted Equestria. If the opportunity arose, he would put bits down on the once sleepy town becoming the next sprawling center of culture and diplomacy, surely to rival Canterlot. With the appearance of a new castle, which some ponies claimed sprouted right out of the ground, staffed by Equestria's newest princess and her 5 fellow saviors of Equestria the hamlet became sort of a symbolic core of Equestria. Even the Changelings knew this, and their latest attack on Equestria had Ponyville as their target after their attack on Canterlot failed so miserably. Not only just that, but the fate of Equestria as a whole teetered on the brink here more times than Dunder cared to remember past the third. Especially since the stallion himself found his life making twists and turns, breaks and mends here he tried to avoid letting the mind wander to this place. As if regaining conciousness, the brown pegasus found himself outside, in the streets of this curious town. And before he could remember exactly why he was there, his ears locked onto something too familiar. The yelling of a mare! Not just any mare, either. Fire. His brain need not more promoting to put wings into action. Anyway, the origin of Fire's cries seemed to be in the building ahead! How convenient! "FIIIIIIIIIIIIRRRRRRRREEEE!" Like a warcry, a stallion's voice could be heard from outside the daycare getting closer as his wings propelled him through the air. Despite the stallion learning his lesson about property damage while entering buildings, he collided with the door with sufficient force to bust the locking mechanism right through the wood. However, the stallion's chance of helping any dwindled in an instant. As he flew right through a residual cloud of Discord's magic, his body and mind regressing on its flight path rapid enough so that his body once massive enough to break down a door, slid across the floor easily missed until stopping right in front of the the red pegasus. Dazed and queasy for multiple reasons, the tiny pony sat there, eyes hazy and drifting up to look at the face of the pony in front of him. "Ma...má?" He called Fire. The circumstances of using this term drastically different than the others, not that the foal would remember or even comprehend such terrible things! The mare in front of him was another stranger, the next pony another stranger. Even the fellow tiny ponies were all strangers. "Mamá?! Donde estás?! Tengo miedo!" The foal pitifully called out, turning to his side to see the door busted wide opened, wood split open, "Whoah. I feel sorry for whatever idiot did that."
  13. I will join with Dunder into the "adults turned foals" group.
  14. The sun had long since fallen behind the mountains and the ponies of Tenochtitlan were flowing through the streets. Torchlight was in no short supply as groups of ponies trotted about the city to visit friends and family after a long day of work. Cemmoyāhua had just returned home from Equestria, but her plans to visit and feast with her friends had to be postponed, for her return home was quickly in peril. Cemmoyāhua laid out a sheet of amatl, paper made of bark, onto the stone surface of her desk. A fire flickered atop her horn, illuminating her face and desk against the black night. Normally she would use the flat headed instrument to paint out vibrant glyphs, but this time she employed the use of two recently acquired treasures from Equestria: a ball point pen and a book on the Equestrian language. After all, the pony she was addressing was not only an Equestrian, but an important Equestrian in her own right. "To who this may concern," A greeting that Cemmoyāhua memorized headed the letter. "I am writing at you because I need your help. An artifact of great important has been stolen from our city of Tenochtitlan. Fortunately, we have discovered you and your renowned talents. If you are interested visit the eastern temple on the bank on the 7th full moon of your year. Please use discr-" CRACK Her window sill was flushed with light when she craned her neck towards it. The crack was much too close to be from a pony using a street or canal and the entrance to her family's home was on the other side of the building. Despite her pyromancy, all that was visible beyond the window were the stars strewn across the sunless sky. She bolted to the window, sticking her head outside and scanning the landscape, the flame atop her horn now doubled in size. Still, she saw nopony, just the brick pathways and plants of her home's garden. Her already almond shaped eyes narrowed, scanning once again slowly across the corn, beans, and colorful flowers for any sign of pony. The mare withdrew back into her chambers, glancing out the window once more before plopping her rump on the floor and turning back to the letter. "-ecion. for your safety and mine." With haste she exchanged the pen for something more familiar. A flat stone on a stick which she dipped in black ink to inscribe upon the paper a glyph of a two headed feathered serpent breathing fire. While the ink set, she threw a white cloak around her shoulders and pulled it over her head. Her last trinket from Equestria was an envelope covered in stamps. Upon it she scribbled the address of the Daring-Do Fan-Club headquarters. Along with the address she wrote "To: Pathfinder." She had wasted enough time. Now donning her cloak she trotted along the stone out to the street to get the letter on its journey to Equestria.