The weird pony with the horn and wings sat me on her desk as she kept looking at me from all around. She used her magic to scribe in her foreign writing, ignoring the being within this body.

Ponies are weird. . .

'What is to be learned from this?' I asked.

'Well, Fluttershy's story did cover a few details, but I'm not convinced about your intentions. Why not just warn us straight up?' she asked.

'Well, the only other pony I met this day was ready to stomp my head, in. . . and I had my own experiences with your kind long before. . . so I thought it would be better if I did my part away from your kind and my own.' I answered, 'besides, I keep the peace in accordance with my kind, I tried to hold the line. . . and I. . .'

'Failed?' The dark grey one commented.

'Whatever fancy words you use won't change it!' I barked at her, she stepped back and her wings propped up, I sighed, 'Whatever. . . words you use, I was trying to hold back what was coming. . . I do not doubt the pack Is closer to your kind than before.'

'. . . Alright, Fluttershy call the others. A meeting here asap, I'll go to Princess Celestia, she has to know of this.' The dark one ordered, 'Spike, watch him.'

'Aww, but its guys night!' he complained.

'Oh don't worry, he can join.' Fluttershy assured him as she left.

'WHAT!?' I looked at the small dragon who approached me, he stood there in silence.

'Play nice!' the observant one ordered as she disappeared.

'So. . . wanna. . . play Ogres and Oubliettes?' It asked.

'What is an Oubliettes?' I asked, getting a sigh in response.

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'Draconequus, a dark creature of mischief. an inflictor of pain, and a harbinger of power. . . My kind encountered your kind before. . . and we suffered. . .' the Wolf told through its teeth to Discord, 'how often have you plagued this world, trickster?!'

'Oh stop, your flattering me!' Discord mused, face turning unrealistically bright red, 'but honestly, my mischief has been quite lacking of late, I'm afraid I have been. . . reformed!'

The wolf stood unfazed, he stepped closer to Discord, eyes narrowing.

'We shall see. . .' he told, or rather threatened.

'Come on guys, I don't wanna put off another Guys Night, and look. . . I know it sucks being a baby sitter, but I'm supposed to watch him.' I tried to ease the tension between them, all but Runt turned to me.

'Who is sitting on infants?!' he questioned as if it needed attention.

'Let's just play, we finally have our Quartet! We can finally take the Droge's Keep!' I enthused.

'Very well, but don't expect me to sing with the wolf, he and I have too similar singing voices.' Discord added, pulling a none existent hat off a hat and holding it to his chest.

'I don't sing!' Runt growled.

'That's not what he meant. . . Alright, Big Mac?' I asked, as we took seats around the table.

'Eeeyup!' he said, pushing his character piece onto the table.

Shortly after Discord added his, and so did I.

'Ok, first we need to create a character for you, what class are you?' I asked, but Runt just stared at me.

'What's a class?' he asked.

'Well, there are wizards, archers, warriors-' I began.

'I am a warrior, perhaps that will do?' he asked.

'Sure, now your race?' I asked.

'. . . I am quite clearly a wolf.' He said coldly.

'O. . .k, now. . . name?' I asked, getting the same stare, 'But it doesn't have to be your own name, it can be something. . . cool.'

'What's wrong with Runt?' he asked.

'Well its rather insulting, and it does seek to diminish your. . . stature.' Discord joked, but Runt seemed unfazed.

'Runt is my name, and I may never change it.' He told me.

'But. . . these names aren't for us, they're for. . .' I quickly drew up his character piece, a wolf sporting armor and helm with a steel lower jaw, 'It's for your character.'

I slid it in place in front of him, he leaned in and examined it.

'What. . . who is this?' he asked.

'It's your character! Sort of, it's kinda like. . .'

'My. . . pup?' he asked.

'Well. . . it can be, what will you name your pup?' I asked.

'. . . Noren.' He said, still staring at it.

'Alright, then were ready! Discord if you'd please. . .' As if on cue.

'My pleasure, I hope you're ready for an adventure doggie.' Discord mused, cracking his knuckles.

'What kind of adventure can be had inside a-?' he asked.

Discord started laughing before he snapped his fingers, and everything changed, the hollow of the tree was gone, we were all back in the land of Ogres and Oubliettes. . . plus one. I stroked my beard, grasping my staff and striking the ground in assertion.

'Were back baby!' I yelled.

'Eeeyup!' Sir McBiggun cheered, drawing his sword.

'Oh, lets never put off another Guys Night.' Captain Wuzz began, 'wouldn't you say Garbunkle?'

'Heck yeah! . . . Wait, but where's-?' I began, but a howl broke my chain of thought.

'WHAT HAPPENED?!' Runt shouted, he jumped around in his armour, 'TAKE IT OFF!'

'Runt don't, your- wait, your legs!?' He stopped thrashing, rolling over and he tested the weight on each leg.

'It. . . doesn't hurt. . .' he announced.

'Well, we didn't want our friend to limp for his first game, where's the fun in that?' Discord asked.

'. . . Huh. . . Well, guess agents of chaos aren't. . . always evil. . .' Runt mused, giving Discord a less threatening look, lowering his head with a nod.

'You're welcome, now can we please play!?' Discord boomed, I raised my staff and pointed to a tower in the distance.

'To the keep!' I shouted, and we all started running, Runt following behind after a while.