Best of luck to you. Obviously you’re going to want to make sure whatever spell you’re trying to make doesn’t already exist.
theblackstrawberry submitted:
I honestly have no idea what kind of base this thing is going to have. A long time ago, I led a team, during the war, to capture a creature with highly regenerative powers because it was eating so many creatures and plants it would have destroyed the planet. When we caught it Princess Celestia said we had to contain it forever. So I made a spell to use its regeneration power on other ponies. The spell itself was powerful enough to contain the creature, but the problem was it was constantly degrading. So we took the creature’s incredible regeneration to fuel the spell. I had been using that spell until recently to heal and defend myself. I’m not too sure as to what I want to do for this new spell, but if you have any ideas, then that would be much appreciated.
A regen, huh?
Depending on who you talk to, one of the best ways to defend yourself is to remain undetected.
No idea if you wanted me to post this or not.
Interesting… Can you give me any specifics? I can keep a secret.
Mostly ‘cause you’re calling yourself a pegasus, but your profile picture has a horn too.
If you were just a pegesus, I wouldn’t bat an eye. There’s a seapony version of me, and a version crossed with Vinyl Scratch. I’ve never seen a pegesus me, but I’ve seen an earth pony version. Your existence would hardly be a stretch.
If you were/are a pegesus.
I heard about that. I hope for the best.
I couldn’t hang out with me for more than a few hours.
You pause for a moment to contemplate using the knife as some sort of defensive weapon.
It’s really small, and pretty hard to use with your hooves. You could try using it with your mouth, but in a combat situation you’d be just as likely to wind up swallowing the thing by accident. And swallowing a blade isn’t a pleasant thought. No, it’s more of a utilitarian type of thing. And even within that, it’s probably not even sharp enough to cut a rope. What a hunk of crud!
Anyway, if you have to defend yourself, your hooves will likely do better than the knife on your multitool.
You put the key into the lock on the gate and turn it. The tumblers fall into place and the gate doors give way.
The structures behind the gate are more visible now. Archways hoof-made from stone line a short little trot before reaching a similarly fashioned stone building. It all has a very ancient feel to it, with cracked runes lining the sides. You don’t recognize the style of the stonework, though. Ancient architecture isn’t exactly your forte.
The building has no door. There may be stuff inside, but you can’t tell from this distance, as you haven’t taken another step forward yet.
You stand before a gate near the top of a mountain. You aren’t a hundred percent on why you’re up here; it’s kinda cold!
The gate blocks direct passage forward into either a cave or some kind of building, not sure which. The gate is locked, but you have the key; it was sent with you.
Back down the mountain is the town in which you live. You’ve always lived there, but you’ve vacationed elsewhere a few times. You think about where all you’ve gone for a few moments, but quickly realize that it’s not really relevant right now.
You were told to climb this here mountain, and climb it you did. You didn’t understand at the time why you were sent with a key, but now you do.
As an aside, you only have some basic supplies. A saddlebag with some bread and two juice boxes along with a one of those nifty multitool knives. You know the ones. Knife, scissors, hoof file, that sort of thing.
Sweetie asked for a pet at one point, but the added cost would be too much for us.