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Post by Red Charge on Jul 18, 2013 19:17:33 GMT -5
Trixie laughed at Gilda's statement about calling dibs on what they found there. "Oh... what a FOOL you are," She grinned, "Are you that much of a simpleton? Do you not know that all of the artifacts that were created by the Prismatic Dragons can only be used by those of the same blood? Isn't that right... whatever your name is?" Trixie asked Bowie, who nodded seriously.
"That's why I handed you the sword earlier, if you'd have tried to take it, it would have dropped you like an anchor." He explained, "It's the same for all of them, the armor, the medallion, the Sky Titan Armor... gotta have the blood in you to use them, keeps them from falling into the wrong claws."
"But I do admit it's nice of you to come out such a hypocrite, what with wanting to rob the tomb of my great ancestor being common courtesy and all, right?" Trixie asked with a triumphant smirk.
"But then if I'm Silverback's offspring, she's Dreadwing's and you're Destrier's... what's HIS connection to this whole thing?" Bowie asked, eyeing Spike suspiciously. Spike swallowed, he didn't want to think about the possible reasoning for this...
"I don't know, honestly!"
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Post by Gilda on Jul 19, 2013 19:36:02 GMT -5
Gilda was taken back by Trixie's statement, she had no idea about Prismatic artifacts were bound to blood. All she had really cared about was if they were worth something - she stumbled for her next words. "Well- I, yeah, of course I know that, doesn't mean I can't pawn them for bits. Girl has got to eat." Typical smooth Gilda. Gilda then turned to Bowie, "I get it, I get it. Sheesh. Wait... what medallion?"
The griffon wasn't allowed much time to let Bowie's list sink in, as Trixie begun to drone on for a moment, Gilda let her speak before interjecting - not that she could have gotten a word in edge wise, "First come, first loot. Not like we knew this was your great ancestor when we got here in the first place - and if I had, I certainly wouldn't consider giving up what was found to the likes of a illeist whack-job like yourself. Ya' know It's common courtesy to NOT REMOVE YOURSELF FROM THE DISCUSSION, stop with all the, 'Trixie this and Trixie that', it's weird and probably a sign of something mental."
With a spark of frustration bubbling up inside her, Gilda snapped to Spike, "Just spill it already pipsqueak, so we can get back to... whatever it is we're doing. Gah, this is all weird."
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Post by Red Charge on Jul 27, 2013 13:52:30 GMT -5
Trixie sighed and her horn took a turquoise glow as Gilda found herself silenced suddenly. "She is so very annoying." Bowie looked at his silent companion and then back at Trixie in surprise.
"Stop it Trixie, this isn't helping." Spike stated irritably, how was he going to get this under control? He didn't think about where he was going or what would happen, he just went with it... But these three were obviously not going to get along without him...
"Hey, let her go pony. I don't care who you're related to, you don't use magic on someone. Now cut it out." He demanded, his fur standing on edge, giving him a more intimidating look, though still offset by his well kempt hair.
"Fine," Trixie said with a drawl, "But Polly better keep her beak shut about my ancestor's tomb. If I see you nicking anything, I'll lock you up in a box and leave you here to rot."
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Post by Gilda on Jul 27, 2013 20:02:04 GMT -5
"And anoth-" Gilda attempted to speak her mind again but being cut short by the spell, she found that her beak ceased and any attempt at words failed her. She was fuming now, some stuck up pony think they can use magic on Gilda? She wondered if her magic could stop her from getting a punch to the muzzle and readied her clenched talon.
But when Bowie defended her, or more that he scolded her, she cooled. Bowie had a backbone, good. If the unicorn was willing to use magic on her, why should Bowie think she wouldn't use it on him, but there he was, voicing his objection.
Gilda eyed daggers at Trixie, waiting for her to break the spell, growling at the 'polly' comment. Oh, she won't 'nick' anything for the tomb, she rather just nick that stupid horn from her stupid head and beat her with it. Dumb, lame, loser nag.
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Post by Red Charge on Jul 28, 2013 16:12:09 GMT -5
Trixie released the spell as Spike tried to calm both sides down. "Look, there has to be a reason we're all in here. Has to be. Maybe it's got something to do with Blackmane, or Sharp, or something. I don't know! Let's just open this place and see what happens, alright?"
"Why are we taking orders from a baby dragon anyway?" Asked Bowie, obviously not being too fond of the species, "What's a baby dragon know about all this?" He demanded. "You said you had a dream about us, that's fine and dandy. So we're all here now. But you still haven't explained what's your connection to it."
Spike rubbed the back of his head, "I don't know! I swear to Celestia I have no idea. I think... well I think I might be somehow connected to that dragon who trashed Ponyville..." He mumbled, "Look can we just do this so we can figure this out?"
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Post by Gilda on Jul 29, 2013 18:33:52 GMT -5
"Fine by me." Gilda replied to Spike while still glaring at Trixie as if to stab her with her stare. She wanted this sorted out as much as the dragon - hopefully proving Trixie didn't need to be there and could go on her merry way and out of Gilda's life. Bad enough she was willing to tolerate Bowie, but the unicorn was too much - least the pipsqueak dragon was alright.
Gilda turned away, walking towards the locked door. She tapped the center of it with the back of her talon while looking back to the others. "The purple lizard is right, let's get this thing open. Bowie here can read the language, said something about a 'Red Rose' or some nonsense on the door. Anyway, we figured the key had to do with tapestries - only thing I can guess is there's some connection to the infamous pony, Rosenrot, in all this. If this is your ancestors tomb, Trixie, any idea the connection?"
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Post by Red Charge on Jul 30, 2013 2:48:25 GMT -5
"Ugh, there's no keys to these doors." Trixie said, rolling her eyes at Gilda, "See it says here, friends or family may visit. That means a friend or a family member can open the door. Rosenrot, by the way means "Rose-Red" literally. It's ancient northern pony, I thought Griffons spoke that? Oh whatever." At that she went to the door, "See? If you're a friend or a family member you put your hoof on here." She said, placing her hoof on the door, which began to make a strange noise.
"And it's supposed to open," The hat wearing unicorn waited patiently, "Come on you stupid door, open for the Great and Powerful Trixie!" She stomped her foot on the ground as the door kicked up some dust, starting to rise up, she sighed in relief and turned back to the group with a cocky smirk, "See?"
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Post by Gilda on Aug 1, 2013 7:22:38 GMT -5
"I get that there is no key, if there was, Bowie and I wouldn't have been staring at tapestry for the last few hours." Gilda was curt in her defense, growing ever more annoyed at the blue Unicorn's smug attitude. "Rose-nrot, means Rose-Red, well why didn't I realize that? PFFFT!" She mocked, making a crude sound from her tongue against her beak.
Gilda sat and waited for Trixie, crossing her forearms, as the unicorn attempted to open the door. She smugly smirked when the door seemingly failed to open immediately, but it quickly sloughed away when it begun to rumble and rise. "Huh, well imagine that, you actually aren't completely full of road-apples after all. Congrats." Gilda turned her attention away from Trixie for a moment to stare at what laid beyond, hoping to catch a glimpse of the succulent treasures that surely must lay ahead.
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Post by Red Charge on Aug 2, 2013 16:58:09 GMT -5
As the door opened, Trixie moved in to take a step inside but was instantly halted by the loud chanting of an invisible choir. Frozen in place, she looked around for the source. From beyond the door another hallway became magically lit, this time from the tomb itself.
Everyone stopped to listen to the chanting, a male choir chanting in Equiterian, slowly and deliberately their voices practically producing a somber tune as they carried on. Bowie, as the only one who could speak Equiterian well enough to understand it, seemed entranced and when Trixie opened her mouth to ask him what they were saying he held a hand to shut her up. The chant, whatever it was, was overflowing with melancholy, like a lament, it was beautiful and serene but depressing. It felt like it pounded within them, rather than around them, as though it pulled on each of their heartstrings as it went on. It finally seemed to die down as the last verse was completed, before erupting in a crescendo of wordless acapella, this time, against their will the group began to feel tears welling up. The emotion in the Equiterian chanting was so intense that they almost seemed to share a portion of their sorrow, their angusih...
It finally ended after the wordless singing had ceased, though Trixie only had a glint in her eye to indicate her pent up tears, Spike and Bowie were both crying freely.
"It was so beautiful..." Bowie sobbed into the back of his hand, "A eugoly... made out of Destrier's Swansong... I think so at least," He answered before anyone could ask.
"I read about Equiterian Chanting..." Spike said, wiping his nose with his hand, "That was intense..."
"Well go on then, don't keep us waiting, what did they sing about?" Trixie demanded.
"Destrier, his sorrows, his regrets, his longings..." Bowie sniffed, "Oh, my stars it was just so overwhelming..." He said, one couldn't fault his obvious femininity this time. The experience was overwhelming, more for some, less for others, but it was powerful.
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Post by Gilda on Aug 5, 2013 16:39:32 GMT -5
"Nice dirge, ya'know, if I was into that." Gilda said as she stepped forward, listening to the fading melancholy that rained over them. She stuffed any of the forced anguish away, wiping away struggling tears. She was too tough to get taken by some somber notes in a ghostly choir. She looked to the others and rolled her eyes, what sappy suckers to get all emotion over this. "Really, come on dude." Looking to Bowie, "It's a song, get over yourself." She expect as much from the dragon and should have expected that from Bowie, Trixie however threw her for a loop. Didn't expect the stuck up nag to get affected by it, even if she was fighting her emotions back as she was.
Gilda waited impatiently for Bowie to collect himself, "Any thing else, emotional train wreck?" She asked, looking around the hallway for a clue or point of interest as she continued forward. "Or was it just a lament? This place seems riddled with hidden little touches, will bet a pinion that the eulogy had one too."
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Post by Red Charge on Aug 24, 2013 7:53:48 GMT -5
"No, that's exactly what it was..." Bowie said, "I don't suppose a griffon can understand that kind of intensity. Their lack of sentiments is what they are most famous for." Bowie snapped back at the avian.
"You don't expect someone so ... powerful... someone who has done so much... to have so many regrets, so many sorrows..." Trixie said, "We live our lives thinking of the things he did... he lived his own regretting what he could not do... We think of the lives he saved, he spent every moment thinking of those he could not..."
"You know Equiterian Trixie?" Asked Spike, piecing himself together, blowing into a handkerchief slightly.
"It's in the family." The mare replied, "I mean, of course the great and powerful Trixie speaks Equiterian." She said, trying to raise her cockiness up again.
Bowie continued to lead the group down a long corridor, the tapestries slowly gave way to portraits, Destrier with Rosenrot, they had apparently got married and their foal, a female with a strange similarity to Trixie, although much taller. A portrait of the three champions, which Bowie stared at forever, Silverback in all of his glory. Gilda had never seen a diamond dog stand so erect, except in that Equiterian vision. So this is what a Diamond Dog looks like when brought up like a person and not like a beast... Gilda had to remind herself he was a Winter Wolf, but he was also very imposing. She noticed he had Bowie's eyes, sensitive and compassionate, however he had something Bowie lacked entirely - authority. He and Destrier both possessed that same royal gaze. The kind of stare only a true leader can acquire, the one that doesn't look down on you, but still instills a sense of obedience. The painter caught that well. Gilda's eyes immediately noticed the sword Silverback was leaning on, the same one Bowie now wielded.
Her eyes darted quickly to Dreadwing's neck and she was not disappointed to find her medallion hanging on it. That meant that it was the Wind Talon Medallion. She had the power of Dreadwing Whitefeather in her talons all along and she had never used it.
Dreadwing's eyes looked into her own, almost commandingly, for a moment Gilda felt shame creeping up on her, as though her great ancestor could suddenly see her misgivings, suddenly judge her beyond the realm of the dead.
Destrier of course was clad in his golden Magistrate's armor, the lid on his helmet was raised and his joy at standing with his friends was obvious. In the next portraits he always seemed happiest when in the company of his friends... Gilda could get that, granted back in the day she'd loved every moment with Rainbow Dash as if it was a party in and of its own. But she's changed now. Dash has changed. Does she even have any friends now? Does Starling count? Maybe that annoying Rainlock pony? Bowie?
"Ugh, what is with these long hallways, we get it, you have lots of portraits but come on!" Spike cried impatiently. In truth, he was anxious, he needed to know why he was there. He needed to know what was calling out to him from here, inside this tomb he felt a strange warmth, as though he lost a part of himself here once. But he was never here before, it creeped him out. He wished Twilight was there.
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Post by Gilda on Aug 31, 2013 11:43:07 GMT -5
"Yeah yeah, whatever, Doggie. Just don't tear up next time your opponent breaks into a impromptu ballad." The avian snapped back, getting tired of Bowie's little snarky comments. Coupled with the frustration of the situation, Gilda grew increasingly prickly.
"You? Naive?" Gilda mentioned as Trixie lamented with projected remorse for her ancestor. "Never would have guessed. You do as much as this pony did, ya really think they won't have a few regrets? War leaves more than just physical scars - believe me." She shuddered, having a flash back to the Changeling Hive. She suddenly had the urge to punch something, teasing the idea of what it would look like to see the unicorn's smugness punched off her blue face. The thought slated the violent urge and she carried onward, down the hall.
She glanced from side to side at the tapestries, noting the pictorial biography for what it was. Wary her eye would overtake her, she only spent a moment or two at each, till she came upon the one with a familiar griffon among other hauntingly similar characters. "Dreadwing..?" She stopped and turned towards that particular tapestry. She looked it over, to confirm her suspicion. She glanced first from the Winter Wolf to the soft dog, Bowie. So similar, but missing that particular spark of authoritarianism. He had a long way to go to get anywhere close to matching this Diamond Dog's radiance. Her focus shifted back to the griffon, a glint around his neck catching her attention. She wasn't sure at first, till she rummaged for a pouch under her armor and withdrawing the pendant she had kept with her throughout the year. She held it up against the one on Dreadwing, her beak mouthing a shocked, 'what', realizing how close she had come on numerous occasions to pawning it for a few bits to have a fun night on the town. Something sentimental inside her always stayed her talon from selling it, now she felt a fool for having ever considered it nothing more than a lame heirloom. The weight of those heavy eyes hung their hard gaze upon her.
She stared down at the pendent in her talon, running a digit over its surface. Her thoughts running rampant as she compared herself to her fore-bearer. Her talon slowly clenched around the Wind Talon medallion, tighter and tighter into a fist. Suddenly, she felt very angry and even so more alone. Her throat rumbled with a growl before she suddenly struck out at the tapestry with her clenched talon, slamming straight into the figure of Dreadwing. "I'm not you!" Realizing she had just squawked that out loud, indignantly turned away as if to save face and started again down the hall. "Are we almost done here? Wings are cramping."
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Post by Red Charge on Sept 24, 2013 2:58:17 GMT -5
"I suppose that it's further down there." Bowie said, looking at Gilda oddly. Her reactions to all of these tapestries and portraits worried him. They finally reached the end of the corridor, a wall with two double doors, both probably leading to the same hall. Between them was one final tapestry, torn at the bottom. Trixie stared at it, "I've never seen this one before..."
As Gilda stared at it, her eye began to sting again, before she knew it ,she was already inside, fragments of conversation floated in her head as she was surrounded by darkness she couldn't make them out and the sensation was making her uncomfortable and then bright white light flooded her vision and she felt the searing pain in her eye again. Suddenly she was somewhere in the Equestrian Valley, behind her was a deserted battlefield leading up to a massive city she didn't recognize, a giant metropolis that she didn't remember ever existed in Equestria. It wasn't Canterlot, even though the architecture was definitely Canterlot-like, she could see the Canterlot mountain and it was... empty. No Canterlot yet? But this had to have been after Equestria was founded.
Turning to face her front, she suddenly realized when this was, she was now facing a massive purple scaled dragon with torn wings and many wounds all over his body. In front of her immediately were the three champions, seeming in unrelenting pain, apparently fighting against some invisible force that caught them in its grasp. Destrier, again, was by her side and she realized she was now in his last memory, the final battle with the adversary. Destrier's last moments alive.
Slowly she saw the champions, Silverback, Dreadwing and Destrier struggling against the invisible force, while the dragon taunted them in Equiterian. Dreadwing was able to reach for his medallion and close his talons around it, to her surprise, he then tore it from his neck, tossing it aside. Silverback had to pry each claw individually from the hilt of the Warhound's Fang, nearly breaking his fingers in the process but when the sword fell to the ground he seemed much relieved. The two immediately turned to help Destrier remove his armor, a mission which seemed to take all of their physical and mental powers. They rushed him, opening the latches, pulling out every piece carefully to not hurt him despite the urgency of the situation and eventually, succeeded. At which point she could see they were all a mess. Whatever the Adversary had done to them took the wind out of them, whatever wounds they already had prior to this seemed to reopen and their muscles were trembling with effort. This was the end of the battle, Gilda could tell. The last few moments.
Without so much as a word between them, Destrier took a step back and began to cast a spell, his horn starting to glow with effort. Dreadwing took to the air immediately, moving out of Destrier's way. Destrier must have been preparing a powerful spell to unleash upon the adversary, but the dragon wouldn't have it. It took a deep breath, at which point Gilda noticed one of his eyes had been previously punctured, unpleasant to say the least, before unleashing a torrent of flames at Destrier. Gilda had never seen flames like these before, was this what Prismatic Flame Breath looked like? It felt like looking into a kaleidoscope, flames of all colors of the spectrum swirling around, into and out from each other like a beautiful moving art-piece, she was mesmerized, almost hypnotized by the lights flashing before her eyes, she felt like she should have had a seizure just looking at it, no griffon firework show was ever this good. She had almost forgotten those flames were deadly, that they were headed right towards Destrier.
At the last moment Silverback jumped between Destrier and the flames and exhaled. Until that point, Gilda thought of Winter Wolves pretty much the same as she did for Diamond Dogs, but when Silverback exhaled his breath came out in a torrent of frozen air, like a tidal wave clashing with the fires breathed in by the dragon. Of course, the dragon's breath immediately began to overpower Silverback's, but it bought enough time for the Dragon's head to be yanked back by Dreadwing, who was now, tearing through the Adversary's ears with his talons, pulling the head back so that the flames were now shooting up into the sky.
Silverback didn't waste the opportunity and immediately charged forwards, leaping high up in the air, Winter's Breath now in his claws, as he had to relinquish the Warhound's Fang and sunk it straight into the Adversary's chest, eliciting a wild, earth rocking roar from the dragon. immediately a claw went up and grabbed at Silverback, while the Dragon snapped his head back down, pulling Dreadwing with it and chomping the griffon right in the air, tearing the Griffon King into pieces and swallowing the half in his mouth whole. Silverback was already shredded by the dragon's claws as they grabbed him, but was now incinerated by another fiery breath from the dragon and tossed aside. Two of the three champions were just brutally massacred by the dragon, trying desperately to buy enough time for Destrier.
They did.
Destrier's horn's glow spread throughout his entire body and before long, he was completely glowing. Through the magical hue Gilda could see something she never has before. Destrier's body was channeling such a powerful spell that his entire body had become a conduit for the ether, he almost seemed to be made of some sort of crystal, it was beautiful, she could see the ether shine out from within his now crystal-like body and the energy projected out from his entire body. The adversary's blood that leaked from the wound seeped into the earth and from it rose the dead bodies of hastily buried soldiers from the battle that took place there and began charging towards Destrier.
They weren't fast enough.
At once Destrier unleashed a beam so focused that everything around it seemed to singe and burn with energy, the unicorn's aim was perfect, it struck the Adversary straight in the wound inflicted by Silverback and punch through. The beam was so powerful, so intense that the Adversary began to glow from within, his wings seemed to light on fire, his very body began to burn and in a bright flash of light, he was disintegrated, eliciting a mighty earthquake in the wake of the explosion. Gilda felt the earth move beneath her like never before, the very ground began to crack around her. The undead the Adversary had raised lunged at Destrier, this must have been his final moment, with no more power left to fight back against the undead. He closed his eyes, awaiting the final blow, but it never came. The undead collapsed before him into lifeless heaps. He opened his eyes and the memory ended.
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Post by Gilda on Sept 28, 2013 19:19:47 GMT -5
Gilda suddenly stopped, grabbing at her odd magenta eye, her talons seemingly trying to claw it out from its socket. She let out a flurry of curses and painful squawks as the effects of the relic coursed from the orb itself and into her brain. ”No, no, no, no-“ She then suddenly stopped, her arm falling to her side as she sat, quite and still with bright, distant staring eyes – nobody home. Her beak hung open, slack, and likely appeared a total buffoon with a dribble of drool quickly forming from the edge of her beak.
Once more, she found herself on distant, ancient plains. Long before the rise of the greater Equestrian civilization, but the mountain range in the distant was distinctly Canterlot. She knew immediately where and when she was, confirmed by the presence of the three heroes in their last, great moment.
She gasped in fear-stricken awe at the immense purple goliath, Adversary. She watched as the heroes dropped their artifacts - she called out in futile protest, unable to understand why they'd do such a thing. They weren't planning on dying, were they? Who would want to sacrifice themselves so readily and without their one edge against it?
Gilda's eyes kept focus on Dreadwing the most, only distracted by the prismatic show from Adversary's breath, razzle-dazzled for an instant till Silverback's sudden interception with his unusual breath. Gilda chuckled to herself, imagining a gum advertisement. Her head snapped then to Dreadwing assaulting the dragon, she stifled a cheer for her ancestor - griffons were best, after all, and Dreadwing was tearing into the scaled loser like he was a dumb little lizard. They had the dragon now - or so she thought, forgetting the fate of her forefather until she watched the sick-inducing sight of Dreadwing's horrible bisection. He ate him? They glossed over that little tidbit in history... Silverback fell next, but Gilda failed to notice, still lamenting the griffons fate. This vision turned lame way to quick for her taste.
Gilda cursed Trixie's blood, what made her ancestor more important than Dreadwing, the greatest griffon to ever grace the planet? Why would the two buy him time - was it because he was a slow flank unicorn to get whatever lame spell ready? That was complete pony pucky! She watched the Unicorn, half with disgust and half with a reason to find not to hate him. And what she saw, she admitted to herself was probably beyond impressive and pretty cool - bet the princesses would kill for what power she just witnessed. She mocked Adversary's death - he totally had that coming.
Just when it occurred to her that Destrier was suppose to die here, the ground begun to rumble, catching her off guard. In the vision she tried to take to the air, but this was just a vision. It couldn't hurt her, yet was it suppose to make her feel the world it showed? Odd. Then it appeared, the undead - Gilda squawked out an obscenity. She had not expected that, but this begun to add up. There was an immense army of corpses quickly charging the Unicorn, he was done for - giving up, she thought she witnessed from the pony, but when the undead fell apart and Destrier's eyes shot open, encompassing the entirety of the vision, she realized then...
She remained static for a few, long all-too-familiar moments for Bowie, till suddenly she snapped back into reality with a violent jolt nearly knocking her off her haunches. She then let out an angered scream, clawing at her new eye. ”I’m really getting sick of your- RAGH! It’s like my mind is being swarmed by a bunch of lame Changelings.”, she slammed her clenched talon against the floor. Her head snapped to the others, ”What!? You know what, that’s it, I’m done here. I need some air, if you want me, I’ll be by the exit. This tomb is really ticking me off. Have fun with your little stupid density pow-wow.” Gilda begun to walk away, mumbling to herself, ”And Destrier didn’t die!This whole stupid tomb is a lie.” She yelled back as she exited into the hallway the group had just come through.
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Post by Red Charge on Oct 10, 2013 15:47:35 GMT -5
As Gilda stormed away Trixie looked at spike with skeptic curiosity. "This whole tomb is a lie?" She asked, as Bowie went after the griffon.
Spike shook his head and shrugged, "Don't look at me, I just met her like once."
"Well obviously Miss Congeniality over there isn't going to be of any help." The unicorn said, frowning as to examine the two doorways they were facing. Both probably led to the same hall, but she had a feeling there was more than met the eye here. Equiterians, even she knew, were nasty trappers.
"Everything is significant," Trixie stated, "The Great and Powerful Trixie must now decide which door to go through."
"Oh come on," Said Spike, looking worriedly back where Bowie and Gilda went, then back at the unicorn, he rushed over to one doorway and peeked inside, "They both lead to the same place. He said, shuffling back.
Trixie raised a hoof imperially, "The ancient Equiterian's chanting alone could control minds, if that is any example of their power, every portal I, that is, the Great and Powerful Trixie go through, must be throughly examined." She finished with a huff standing with her head raised for a single moment, before pushing Spike through the door.
Spike quickkly raised his arms to defend himself, but nothing happened. He scowled at Trixie. "Like I told you, there's nothing to worry about." The unicorn said, giving him her trademark look of condescension before walking past him.
"I know you saw something." Bowie said, following Gilda, "I know it has to do with our ancestors."
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