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With things seeming to calm down, Bevel decided she could use a bit of a break on the cheering. The inventor reached into her saddlebags and pulled out a bottle of water to hydrate herself, cheering could sure take it out of you. She could only flush a bit at the kiss to the cheek, the surprise of it sending errant breath down the wrong pipe and leaving the mocha colored unicorn hacking and sputtering. Hooves scrambled for for a kerchief she could cough into while the aspiration took hold. Eventually through a tear or two she managed to catch her breath again. "Do you have to surprise me like that all the time?" She asked with a huff, "I mean the princesses are here after all." Yama would tilt his head and wiggle his ears as the yak girl gave her opinion on the treat she'd been given, "Hmmm... " The blonde kirin would sniff a couple times at the air and then grin, his tail beginning to wag behind him, "Smells really sweet!" He couldn't help but notice that little twitch in the salespony's smile. Was there a better way to cheer her up beyond becoming her next customer? Well if there was, Yama sure as hay couldn't think of it! "Can I take a smallish bag?... actually make that a medium sized bag? I wanna share some when the one I'm cheerin' for gets to finish line!" Thankfully, Yama had managed to get some coin by playing in Ponyville square earlier today! For a couple seconds, The gold coated foreigner was left staring over at Luna and Celestia. He'd seen the sisters in art and sculptures in his travels, but never in the flesh. The art hardly did them justice. It also didn't seem to properly encapsulate their harmonious magical aura. His ears swiveled in Twilight's direction, shortly followed by his head. "You're a princess too?! Does that mean you're gonna grow super tall like them?" He asked with a certain naive bluntness in his voice, entirely good natured but not terribly wary of the idea of tact in such an odd situation. "No need to worry about offendin' me, Twilight. ... er, sorry, Princess." He would turn the instrument on his back around on it's harness and carefully begin to tune it, "Besides! I'm planning to play somethin' instead of cheer. " With a nimble leap to an upper bleacher, Yama twirled in place and gave the instrument a strum that seemed to carry across the bleachers. He would smile down to Twilight, "I'm gonna play a tune to show my support!" Teeth clenched as Yona bellowed out another cheer! A chuckle came from the foreigner as he rubbed a hoof to his ear and then pointed to the yak, "You! Have you ever thought of singing? With that volume you could be an amazing opera singer! ... or whatever genre ya like!"

Those riffs Bon-bon imagined weren't at all in her head, a strange kirin popped up behind her and played the electric riff on... a neighponese fiddle? That had to take some talent! The pastel colored stallion continuing to provide an subdued rocking soundtrack for Bonbon's salesmareship. This Neighponese visitor had come around in the hopes of cheering on none other than his dear old dad! He knew he felt someone familiar in town and the sound of a monumental sneeze somewhere on the track made him realize exactly who it was. Once Bonbon hopeful acquired her next customer he would cheerily strum away, the sound of electric guitar buzzing away until the shamisen in his hooves gave off it's natural sound. With a floaty bounce he hopped and landed safely on the bleachers beside Twilight and Yona, "Afternoon! I'm Yama, it's fantastic ta meet the all of you today! Who are you lovely mares and cows cheerin' for today?" The stallion winced as a brown mare down the way pulled out a megaphone and shouted out... "DISCORD, DISCORD!" The kirin chuckled, "Guess we know who she's rootin' for, huh?" Bevel hopped and danced across the bench until she huffed and puffed. The energetic inventor soon flopping down beside starlight, "Do you think he can hear me?" She said, out of habit into her megaphone... and then slowly lowering it with an embarrassed smile on her face, "Um... Sorry."

Lightning's sudden ascent didn't seem to make much of an impression on her opponent. The only thing that changed from her perspective would have been a shift in the intensity of her shadow. The headless pony body stuck out her umbrella and opened it up! That Rain of magical bolts just bounced off the black parasol and seemed to dissipate. "My goodness, the weather out here is terrible! Sudden magical rains of destruction... Ah well, nothin' a good parasol won't protect ya from, don't ya know?" The head on the boombox just smiled over at the airborne cyborg. The open parasol would seem to shift... then several shadowy tendril shot out from it and rapidy shot towards the cyborg in wile erratic patterns before latching onto her chassis securely like a harness. Rather than being dragged down, Lightning would only feel a sharp yank that lasted only a second. Then that spread parasol seemed to be growing bigger second by second up until a weighty impact came upon her from the front and unbalanced her. The pointed tip of Hexxer's umbrella would soon try to thrust up into one of her mechanical wings at a joint. If sucessful Hexxer might finally find her opponent on the ground with her. While Lus was quicker than death itself she was still very much limited to the ground for the foreseeable future. If this fight was to go her way, she wanted it on the ground!

"DIS! CORD! DIS! CORD! VICTORY IS HIS REWARD!" Bevel was getting very into her cheering. The earthy colored unicorn bouncing and hopping all across the bleachers with energy enhanced through the power of Bon-bons! In time though she would realize she was running low on rhymes so instead she would keep dancing and hopping to let 'Dark Strife' know that he had her support! Her energetic movement only stalled for a second at the surprising appearance of three princesses! "Oh hey, You highnesses! Don't suppose you'd like to join me in cheering?"

The Hexxer had apparently gotten herself quite comfortable as she waited for this mysterious assailant. Her body was facing away from this cybernetic equine, reclined on a blanket and seemingly enjoying the sun's rays. Beside the blanket was a what seemed to be some sort of portable radio, or in more common parlance: a boombox. It was playing some type of industrial sounding music with a great deal of distorted guitar in it's beats. That orbitting head of hers floated over to rest on the device for a moment and some how despite any limbs gradually increased the volume over the 'enforcer's' speech. Once she saw the cyborg's lips stop moving she would turn it down and her head would let out a wide yawn before her body would stand itself up and kick her blanket aside. "I'll be honest." She said as her head floated up and off the radio, "I was only half payin' attention. Now I ain't one fer paperwork or procedure, I'm no beat cop as ya can see. But I find them pretty sweet fellas. I've actually fought against cyborg's before... was a strange experience for us both." The Body behind the head was stretching and limbering up before it would turn towards the invader. There was a stillness in the air, a hint of unease that would work into whatever mortal part of the mare's brain remained. When the body took a step towards her, The enforcer's implants would start flashing some small messages about firewalls and encryption in her system being worn down... but apparently there was no hacking attempt being made or any hint of magical malware. "I'm known as the Hexxer... and I'm not quite sure if I'm alive or dead anymore myself. If Ya beat me and can figure out what I am... I'd dearly love to hear your analysis." The blanket off to her side seemed to melt into a black pool and slip into the shadow of the headless mare. "But for now... Let's just see if you -can- beat me." A screech could be hear rattling the bones of any creature still in the park as the head let out a truly impressive cackle. The body reached up over it's neck and seemed to pull out a parasol from the stump. She would point it toward the mysterious visitor, her head soon levitating over to her side with a cocky smile, "Let's see if there's a soul in that body for me to send to the other side!"

"Absurdité!" bevel barked back at starlight with a cheery grin, "Clearly our friendly neighborhood sweets dispenser has brought enough to feed the whole town with this charming cart of hers!" The perky inventor would pull Starlight into the hug that she herself had given. Bevel was initially confused when she heard that Discord had been challenged by some weird foreign pony with a round rear. What on earth could some stranger from the lands to the east possibly challenge the great spirit of chaos in? Turned out it was something athletic: Of course! This inventor was more than aware of Discord's endless stamina for reality warping silliness but that was still magical in nature. If her special noodle was to best this challenger from the east his old and mostly unused muscles were going to need encouragement! As Lyra popped up , Bevel would give a friendly wave at her greeting. Her question in regards to why she wasn't running was easy to answer, "I'm not built for endurance racing! I can bolt when somethings about to explode or collapse on top of me, but a long distance race at this pollen level? Star here can tell you my respiratory system could never handle it!" The mare would grin as she received her treats. While Bevel couldn't quite pull off the 'valley mare' accent like Bonbon apparently could, she did managed to responde with a fairly convincing... "Totally!" Before hopping up on the benches and shaking her pom-poms about with intense vigor. "Discord! Discord! He's our noodle! He'll outpace this whole racin' Caboodle!" The unicorn inventor had an impressive set of lungs on her based on that mighty cheer. She struck all the silly and bouncy poses she could while she kept up Discord's morale then plopped right back down on the bleachers with a slight blush, "Here's your bits by the way!" Her horn shined up with golden yellow magic and a small sack of bits was left on Bonbon's cart.

Thank goodness Lus never slept... if she did need to partake in that old past time of sleeping she would have been exhausted this morning. All night she'd been working to set up the equipment for the big rave tonight. Trying to help supervise lighting guys when you had only grasped the concept of magical electrical power grids was enough of a stepping stone for her to go over, but having to do so with a fake head was positively infuriating. Now there was not much left she could do but fritter away the daylight until night fell and she could do her other job. ... then she heard and felt something very weird. It was near impossible to describe, all she could say was that there was something very... off right now about the world in general, and for once it didn't feel like it was the mare who carried her own head in a purse! Normally daylight hero work wasn't her thing... at earliest she was mostly a dusk kind of heroine. Increasingly long shadows often gave her a bit of an edge in the fights. Right now all she could say is that felt very wron-- "An officer was attacked by some kind of... robot thing!" Well, that civilian just said all she needed to know: Evil robot needs a horseshoe planted firmly on her metallic plot. The Hooded figure of a pony would take her bag and move off to an empty alley. Shadows around her darkened until it looked as it a hole had been cut in the world... and when they brightened up again a new figure stood there. A pony clad in shadowy, wispy armor would emerge and soon a floating head would orbit around her with a curious smile on her lips. The mare's presence came along with a wave of unease that made some of the ponies on the street shiver. One of these terrified ponies was chosen to answer her a question, "Excuse me, Sir. I believe there was mention of someone attacking an officer... have you seen where they they went?" The stallion could barely stammer out a response and so instead pointed upward. "Huh... Of course it'd be a flier...just my luck. Have yourself a blessed day..." She would bow towards him before speaking up with an unearthly volume, "All of you may want to cover your ears... and run." The head's nostrils flared as she took in a deep breath (What with? Who knows?) and then shouted out in a voice that seemed to rock the minds of everypony for five blocks... "Whoever attacked this officer.... I'll be waiting in the park unless you'd rather deal with me now."

I'd love to involve hexxer in this one, Dusty.

"I'll take twent-- no, Twenty five!" Already Bonbon had a customer. The pony in front of her apparently had zipped over the very second someone mentioned a sugary treat. If it had even a hint of sweetness than she would move sun and moon herself if she had to to get to it! Today, Bevel was sporting a slightly unusual look. Her fluffy frizz of a mane was tied up in a long ponytail that was nearly identical to the actual ponytail sprouting from her plot. The earth pony's rich brown mane also seemed to have some streaks of yellow throughout it. On the end of her hooves were a pair of pom-poms so pointing at the particular bon bons she was after was a bit silly to anyone watching. She was dressed up in a cheerleader's outfit with a picture of a very familiar looking spirit on her shirt. She clearly had the energy of a proper cheerleader judging by how eagerly she was dancing and shifting in place... although that could be explained by the presence of sugary treats nearby.

Would it be alright if I entered my completely normal visiting kirin named Taira in this?

"I really hope that I don't get called... suddenly feeling my plot shake without my command would be worrying at most and embarrassing if I had company." The inventor leaned carefully over the map, admiring the devices accuracy in regards to the Equestrian topography, "Moreover I'd hate to have to take time out my schedule to try and fix someone else's problems..." She grumbled, perhaps that was the griffin upraising talking. Bevel took one last glance back at the map before she joined along with her friends, "Oh-ho! What's next?" She asked in a tone of both excitement of wonder. "Is there an armory? a changing room? Do they have a pool in here too?" All these questions were asked with no hint of sarcasm.

Bevel's hoof imediately shot up, "I have many! How does it do this? Is it some form of greater magic tied to the map, is there some sort of magical intelligence guiding and calculating the fates of ponies and other beings all across the land?" With each word Bevel would scoot closer to the table, looking all along the sides and gently prodding the sides of the map, perhaps hoping to find some sort of compartment. "Seems to be some sort of crystalline substance... but it was clearly grown rather than assembled." The prench mare gave the side a gentle tap, "Has a strange feeling to it when tapped, sort of like wood..." Her attention then turned to the six chairs in the room, "... I must say that the chairs don't look very comfortable."

@Ciraxis approved! New Hero being brought in. Welcome the... Hero Name: The Headless Hexxer Real Name: Lus mór (Foxglove) Powers: All paths open! - Is able to pass through or disable nearly any form of locks or barriers to entry, save for the most powerful of magical barriers. Doors unlock in the direction she is moving and relock once she changes course, gates fling themselves open in front of her, and ropes or chains will snap or be undone on her approach. Semi-absolute Terror Field - Her presence can inspire fear in the weak willed and create a sense of unease among those of stronger persuasion. Shadow - Possesses the ability to manipulate shadows connected to her own. This power manifests as summoning shadowy tendrils that can bind, break through strong barriers, and protect her from certain attacks. She can also use them to enhance the resilience of things caught within them. Telltale signs of a shadow under her control is for one to take on a faint reddish tint. Song and voice - Can produce loud sonic shrieks, hypnotic songs, and compel the weak willed to do her bidding while singing. Can also alter her tone and pitch of her voice to make herself sound more intimidating or mimic the sound of someone else. Swordsmareship - When she was alive Lus would often take lessons to defend herself. Most often she would take fencing classes. In her day it wasn’t seen as terribly proper for one to carry blades around so instead she would often carry a parasol or umbrella: a tool which proved to be an effective weapon… and remained one even after her transformation. Supernatural condition - Her condition has put her body into a strange state: She no longer has a need to eat and doesn’t get hungry in the way she used to, she is able to sense lost or angry spirits wandering the world, her body is able to function while miles away from her head and she can still control it and sense what is around it even at as a distance. While close to her body she is able to effectively levitate and control her own head for quite a long distance until it falls victim to gravity. Her Body is also stronger and faster than normal pony’s. Possessing supernatural reflexes and durability that makes her a formidable combatant. Her magical physiology also allows her access to an unseen extra dimensional realm where lost souls are visible and can twist or drag the living to imprison them and deepen the link for possession. Weakness: Enchanted Gold - Gold (If put through a special enchantment process) can be used to nullify her powers. If one made a tuning fork of the enchanted gold it could be used to cancel out her song. If one wears jewelry made from this gold it can shield them from the effects of her ‘terror field’. It shaped into a sword it can cut through any shadows she conjures, and if enough is gathered or she is surrounded by it, it can put her to sleep indefinitely. Light - Without any sources of light, is unable to summon her shadow tendrils. Bright flashes or cunning use of light can effectively ‘sever’ the appendages and cause her enough harm that she will be unable to use the power any further. Alias: Dj F0xgl0ve (F0x for short) A prominent if reclusive and secretive electronic musician. In public never appears without a large prop helmet in the likeness of a purple colored foxhead along with a large saddlebag at her side she insists if full of musical equipment no one should touch. Ever. Backstory: A long time ago there was witch in Fetloch. Earth ponies there would often commune with nature spirits and learn all they could from the land itself in the arts of healing through herbs and potions. Lus Mor was a sorceress not unlike these mages, although she carried a bit of a theatrical flare to her healing. She would also use the tricks she knew to create other spells to ward off the more chaotic spirits that roamed the countrysides, and would put on shows for towns that were suffering from curses to lift their spirits in tandem with the hex on their villages. Her actions however were not appreciated by all. In those ancient days an order of mages had a great deal of control over the lands. Enough that she was stolen from her home in the middle of the night by their servants… deigned to be sacrificed to an ancient and mighty god who dwelled in the darkest depths of the woods: Cruach Capercaillie. Sometimes fortune can be found in forgetfulness. On this night Lus had forgotten to remove her spell of protection from her body after her last curselifting quest. It protected her soul, and to a much lesser degree her body. It seemed the only spot that could not be saved was above her neck. Her head was severed from her neck just as a portion of the dark god’s power flowed into her. The collision of magics changed her to core of her being… her head continued to live, she could speak through it and even see through its eyes… A made dash was made through those woods and unearthly roar echoed through the treetops in the dead of night and panicked cultists ran in fear aiming to make her pay for ruining their lord’s feast. When she next woke she found herself in a strange realm… that of small almost insect like ponies. The breezies were small and frail even in their own lands but they knew much and told her of what seemed to happen to her and who had cursed her to this fate. Overall she took the news well, dealing with this mad night with some gallows humor and wit. A quest for revenge came soon after… it spanned many ages until one trap set by a weakened cult of Cruach left her sealed up inside a golden coffin. At this point the ancient mages had lost their control over the land with encroachment of a pegasus empire attempting to seize the land and driving the fanatics away from their forests where they held their sacrifices. The cult withdrew into the shadows of history, keeping the golden coffin safe and moving it from place to place until they could find the right time to perform the ritual to return to their god its missing piece. Time passed… and one day the return of the Moonlit knight as Nightmare moon proved to be an event too fierce for the cult to emerge unscathed and remain organized. Lus’ Coffin’s guardian were defeat by the attacking force of the moonlight constructs, the spell of concealment placed over the hiding spot shattered and stumbled upon by the Battlemage herself. An experienced magus like her knew from the start that it was a bad idea to ever open up a coffin all willy filly: She’d read enough gothic literature to figure that out. Research and a great desire to know what laid within built up in the Battlemage’s mind… until she decided to open it up and see for herself. To her surprise it wasn’t a vampire but a very confused, tired, and rather angry dullahan looking to let off some steam. A short scuffle later and the sorceress supreme officially welcomed Lus to the new world. As she worked to carve a place out for herself in this new world… she noticed a strange feeling all around her. It seemed with the massive boom in population in Equus came a massive rise in lost and unfulfilled souls clinging to living world. Given the many projects the Battlemage had going… Lus saw fit to take care of this problem herself. To this day she has made this her mission to deliver as many lost souls to their afterlife. Allies: Battlemage - Owes a bit of a debt to the Battlemage as the one who freed her from her prison. If asked to describe their relationship, she’d say they were like close coworkers. The Breezies - While not necessarily the most helpful or even the kindest of spirits she has encountered, the breezies from fet loch have proven occasionally invaluable sources of information in hunting down minions of the maws. She would say that it is a bad idea to try and get to know them as they can be nuisances, especially in swarms and have been known to spirit away those they take a liking to. Enemies: Cruach Capercaillie - The dark deity of ancient fetloch that ‘grants’ her her powers. A fiercely hungry being from the abyss of time and space that creates and consumes in equal measure. It’s presence anywhere can be given away by shadows anywhere being tinged red and a feeling of constantly being watched. Has a tendency to corrupt and empower angry or lost spirits and letting them run wild to wreak havoc on the living world before devouring them and pulling them into his domain. Maws of Cruach- The cult of Cruach, lead by a group of corrupted witches and wizards who have promised their deity the greatest of feasts through their deeds. Lost Souls: The spirits of mortals clinging to the physical world for one reason or another. Will often possess or make trouble for normal ponies or place curses on them. Those with powerful and unfulfilled ambitions can fall prey to Cruach’s influence and will often seek out the rich, powerful, and influential of equus in order to fulfill their desires at any cost. Notability: Something of an underground heroine who has primarily been seen at night and sometimes the day, Lus Mor has a small fan base that she sometimes runs into now and again. She for the most part prefers that her civilian identity was more famous. Despite her rather disturbing state of being, Lus is strangely upbeat in her work. Typically taunting her opponents and seeming to prioritize being stylish over being pragmatic while fighting villains or helping the restless dead pass on.

The stallionized mare would shake her head at fire's microbrew offer, "I'd be happy to have a drink with both of you but I don't do alcohol. I like to keep my mind sharp!" She took a moment to look over her now much larger hoof, only snapped out of her analysis by Fire's next question. Almost immediately the brown unicorn's ears perked up and a delighted grin spread over her face. "Now that is a fun question! The short version of the explaination is that Starlight Glimmer helped out with the devices spell power, it is a true polymorph spell but it replaces and and constantly rotatesthe trans-aetherial feedback matrix back and forth with cutting edge magical circuitry and a degree of pact based mana enhancement loops to produce the sustained effect."She said with a proud smile as she held her invention up above her head. "It's still a prototype though and not ready for any mass production." She happily bumped the bracelet with Dunnie's, "Either way, I still prefer this look:Even though I'm a tad shorter." She pulled Dunnie into a sidelong hug, "Well someone's in the mood for flattery I see!"

Hero Name: The Phantom Strider, The Pale Huntress Real name: Sigrun, daughter of Qalipu and Hreinn Power(s): As the offspring of two deities, the strider possesses a potent set of magical abilities. From her mother she has the ability to change her size and appearance to a limited degree. Due to a lack of training perhaps, she can only take three forms: Her mortal form of a gray coated caribou that seems like an average sized specimen of her species, A more divinely empowered form that turns her coat white and eyes violet where she can summon aurora’s to protect and attack, and her giant form where she is able to release the full force of her godly might. In her grey form she seems mostly mortal, save for her immense stamina and speed. Her near millenia worth of experience fighting and wandering has left her a formidable fighter with merely her hooves or whatever is nearby. When she is in her ‘Phantom Strider” guise, that of a mostly all white caribou clad in magical armor and emanating an ethereal glow off her coat, In this form she was able to survive several blows from the Godkiller Brann during his attack on the Unyasi pantheon. She was physically strong and skilled enough to pierce his armor and deal heavy damage to the godslayer and delay him long enough to help the gods of ancient Unyasi send him forward in time. Her mother’s aurora conjuration is most readily usable in this form, allowing her to erect protective veils and project attacks made of those same cosmic rays. While in her giant form her body is inherently tied to Storms and weather, punches thrown as a giant will produce thunderclaps on impact. hurricane force storms will swirl around her body when she is engaging a larger more powerful enemy. Weakness: While Sigrun is immensely powerful, she is far from untouchable. Her most immediately apparent vulnerability is her temper. Given the state of the world she grew up in as a ruined, chaotic, and literally godless land: Sigrun spent much of her life incredibly angry. It is a familiar feeling that she has grown very close to. Remarks about her allies, her past, or making light of the things she has lost have proven to bait her into making hasty decisions that have brought her closer to the brink of death than she’d like to admit. Her repeated appearances in various myths and folklore often suggest a deep association with Vengeance. This is not an exaggeration in the slightest as SIgrun has a type of mythical compulsion to deal out justice to any deserving that come to her notice. For smaller cases she is capable of ignoring or putting off small time offenses but in regards to life destroying tragedies she can find herself diverted from her life’s mission. The last instance of this happening was in Neighpon where she took on her giant form and battled a kaiju to the death. In her last battle with the Red Jarl, His axe and the world’s serpent’s power did wind up having an effect. When she engaged him in her Giant form, the corruptive power of the world serpents placed a curse on her. Since that day she is unable to remain in her giant form and fight without potentially succumbing to a maddening presence in her mind. She has found she is capable of remaining in her giant form for longer periods of time only if she isn’t fighting or stressed… although given her history that is a hard state of mind to achieve anymore. One of her most distressing weaknesses is an inherited curse from her father. A sorceress in the ancient past, during Hreinn’s wilder days created a magical breed of flowering vine that would strip him of his divine power. When exposed to this same vine, Sigrun’s divine power is rapidly drained from her until she is effectively a mortal caribou. The effects have been known to dissipate after three days pass once the plant is out of contact. WHile more of an inconvenience to her than an out and out weakness. In her grey form, Sigrun is susceptible to mortal illnesses and issues. Alias: Sigrun lives in Canterlot under the name of Sera. Most know her a somewhat reclusive archeologist who seems to have an uncommon obsession with mystical artifacts of divine power. Backstory: In the days of Whitescar when the gods still walked among the natives of the north, there was a curious union between two warring tribes that were in the caribou pantheon. In the caribou’s ancient world there was a tribe of giants. Some said they were descendants of the golem, yet they seemed to be more akin to embodiments of a force in the world. One such giant was a mighty manipulator of the weather, able to summon, conjure temper and even dissipate Storms as it they were merely an extension of her will. Often times she would summon great auroras over the villages under her protections. Her name was Qalipu. On the other side was that of a tribe of gods who made their home in the fantastical forest in whitescar. One god in the forest pantheon was a lesser known spirit of magic and hidden paths named Hreinn. The details that lead to the union of these two vastly different gods among bou are not of important right now, but the result of it is. They’re daughter Sigrun was born into the world at a very turbulent time. War had broken out between the clan of the high king and that of a headstrong caribou named the Red Jarl. The High-king needed her parent’s help so she was left in the care of a kindly shaman. When they returned they’d made sure to give her the happiest year of her life. If only she had known this would be the last year she would ever know them… When the Red Jarl made his return, Sigrun was still just a calf. She exhibited no signs of her divine heritage yet, save for an uncanny sense of direction and stamina. She had been in her father’s realm at the time of second fight with the high-king. Her mother, her father and even the shaman servant had felt the fall of the king and taint of the serpent infiltrating the divine realms. Hreinn’s domain was more difficult for the jarl to get into but eventually her arrived where both Hreinn and Sigrid. The two gods fought well but eventually they fell before their offspring’s eyes. The last blessing of Hreinn allowed her and the shaman to escape the notice of the Jarl so that they could get to safety. In the days when Brann was crushing the now chaotic land beneath his will, destroying temples, and forcing the native bou to build his army and fleet… Sigrun and the shaman retreated to a hidden place in the woods. The shaman performed a ritual to hide her divinity from the gaze of the serpent and it’s new warrior, rendering her effectively mortal before her power could manifest. On occasion they would venture out into the world and see the horrid deeds committed by the godkiller. They had even found what remained of the old high-king’s spear. Upon the Jarl’s departure with his massive fleet, SIgrun’s guardian had passed… and she was left alone in a sundered world, her power still sealed. The chaos that lingered in the Jarl’s wake had turned many caribou into aggressive clans that warred over what resources remained in the land after so much was used to construct the godkiller’s warships. Sigrun entered this world, posing as a mortal. Her skill as a fighter took her far, but her cleverness took her even farther. Her fights across the land eventually took her to the keep of one of the last remaining civilized clans. They had a small empire but were losing ground to many of the godless barbarian hordes. Sigrun found herself assisting this clan and its leader until she found herself as queen. Her influence stretched further and further across the land through her conquests and ordering until she was touted as “The Queen after the End” Her work having brought the ancient world of the caribou back to order… until she left. While The Jarl began his campaign against the gods she was always close behind him. It wasn’t until the battle with the Unyasi pantheon that she finally fought him face to face. The battle was long and arduous, She fought in both her divine forms , managing to wound him and hold him long enough that the unyasi gods finished their ritual to banish him forward in time. While Sigrun had agreed to assist with the ritual she’d hoped that it would completely destroy the Jarl, she wasn’t as pleased when she learned it merely stalled him. She did not dwell, Instead she prepared. In their last battle she was only barely holding her own, she was not able to harm him but with the aid of the unyasi gods , could defeat him. The price of victory didn’t come without her own wounds however. A strike from the jarl’s axe cut off half of one of her antlers. The gods of Unyasi told her of when she might expect the Jarl’s return. It was going to be a very long time before he would re-appear: Almost a millenia. She would devote this time to preparing for his return. Sigrun began to wander around the world, going to the sights where the Jarl would fight and trying to learn all she could about him and his methods. In her travels she gained a degree of notoriety in the ancient worlds, a recurring image of an ethereal, white caribou with one of her antler broken and slightly gnarled. While she has never seen herself as a hero of any sort, Sigrun has found herself doing their work for them once or twice with or without their permission. The Last time she was seen was several years ago when she engaged a Kaiju in Neighpon in her giant form and successfully slew the giant beast. The event was seen, recorded and spread about the world not long after. Allies: Various pantheons across the land. Enemies: Red Jarl, obviously. The death of her parents and what she sees as the destruction of much of her and Whitescar’s future have pushed her down a path to prepare for revenge. Notability: SIgrun’s status is relatively obscure. She isn’t a registered hero in any form and seems to pop up now and then in different parts of the world. Her cameos in different archaeological finds that have resurfaced have gained her some notice… and the recent battle with a kaiju in Neighpon has gotten the interest of various equestrian government agencies, intent on finding out where her loyalties lie. ------------- Caribou demigoddess approaches!

approved again! @EquestrianScholar Sorry to keep you waiting so long! You're approved as well.

Red Jarl approved. Expect an adversary soon, Steel=3

The mare's yellow eyes bounced back and forth between Dunnie and Fire for a moment, "...You both Dated?" It really was a small world. As Fire gave the par a rundown of the various eateries available in Ponyville, Bevel was left speechless and staring at the great spread of sugary treats. If she had any digits she'd pinch herself to make sure she wasn't dreaming. What part of her mind that had any semblance of self control kept her from just jumping onto the table and digging in like a vulture griffin. That part of herself wasn't strong enough to keep herself from making the cupcake on dunnie's hoof disappear in the blink of an eye then smiling innocently at her companion. Bevel would step up to Fire and gently pat her back as she inflated and deflated that paper bag. Sugar cube corner certainly sounded good, although really anything with the word sugar in it sounded remarkably good for the curious inventor. While Dunnie spoke up Bevel continued to admire the work of this Ilinalta... and made sure to commit that name to memory. Such a device could be a potentially lucrative opportunity if utilized well. There'd be quite a few questions she'd have to ask though, like if this mage owned the rights to such a device just yet. Dunnie's question managed to snap her out of her inspiration induced trance, "Wha-Oh! But of course!" The mare held out her hoof and bumped her bracelet up against Dunnie's own. In a magical flash, the two mares beside fire were turned into stallions! "Taa-daa!" Spoke the now baritone inventor with a proud smile and puff of his chest, "These bracelets make use of--" The terms that the now much stockier looking unicorn spoke up more or less sounded like compelete and utter gibberish to those not deeply knowledgeable of quantum aetherology. Once he stopped talking he would then blink and look himself over, "I still can't get over how much I resemble my cousin like this. If it weren't for the horn and much nicer mane, I'm sure we could pass for twins."

The last thing Bevel expected to hear once the door opened was a musical number. Hearing Fire's voice was probably pretty high on the list , but hearing her singing was probably somewhere down in the middle of it: Just above tap dancing and below harmonica solo. A couple questions popped into the inventor's head after this impressive welcome, but she swept them all aside to give her friend a bout of applause. "Tres bien, Feu walker! Tres bien! ... You stumbled a little bit towards the end though." A playful little chuckle escaped her before she noticed the strange expression on Fire's face, "Is something wr--" ... And then Dunnie pounced. A smirk creased bevel's muzzle as Dunnie gave her a affectionate hug, "Well at least it seems you last parted on good terms!" While Bevel ascended the steps after her flying companion (some of us couldn't just zoom over to their friends) She would carefully pick up the step activated music player, "Oooohh... Who made this?!"