All Stars 3: Pinky Pie vs. Tiffany Wyatt

[Richard Blonoff]

Deadline is Tuesday, October 22nd, 11:59 PM(CST)​

 

[Viola Moonlight]

Pinkie: I can't believe I'm finally here! The greatest party in the history of EVER!

Pinkie Pie finds it hard to breath, taking in deep inhales as if she were going to pass out but don't worry, this is what Pinkie does all the time when she's excited. She has a face of glee with a smile bigger than any human can possibly achieve as she enters the arena where the All-Stars event is being held. To the average eye, the drab & dull grey colours litter the corridors of the backstage area where a few WZCW employees with clipboards, suits and work gear are going about their bi-weekly duties. However, Pinkie Pie does not possess the average eye and all she sees are potential new best-friends. Too excited to cope, Pinkie explodes from the entrance and runs towards the various employees.

Pinkie: HI HI HI HI HI! I'm Pinkie Pie, you're new best friend!

Two employees who were previously having a calm and relaxing conversation turn around with faces of horror as they see this crazy pink-haired woman charging at them with a vindictive smile. They begin sprinting for their lives, screaming in terror as Pinkie runs after them laughing like a little schoolgirl.

Pinkie: Oh my Celestia! I love playing tags with all my other friends! How did you guys know this was my favourite game in the whole wide world!

One of the employees manages to climb some scaffolding and jump across to another corridor, leaving Pinkie to run after the remaining employee. He doesn't have the athletic body to out-run Pinkie and eventually she catches up with him, crashing tackling him to the ground. She is mounted on top of him and she begins laughing whilst the employee cowers in fear.

Pinkie: Caught ya, my new bestie! That was fun! We should do it again some time! I have to go and find some new other best friends but don't get jealous because you're still my best friend and nothing can take that away from us because everybody is my best friend. Now, bro-hoof?

Pinkie goes to deliver a bro-fist to the employee but, once again, she manages to smack him across the face. Blood starts dripping out of the employee's mouth and has never been more scared in his life as he tries to push Pinkie off him.

Pinkie: Oh, I'm sorry! I didn't mean to hurt you. Here, let me give you a hug!

Pinkie wraps herself around the employee, squeezing him tightly to apologise for her actions. However, what she doesn't realise is that the employee is diving fast into unconsciousness, struggling to breath as Pinkie is crushing his chest. Before the employee slips under, Leon Kensworth appears out of nowhere and sees what is happening.

Leon: What the hell is happening here? We need EMT's & security over here!

Pinkie looks up and sees Leon who is worried about something. She lets go of the employee and heads over to him, who stands his distance from Pinkie.

Pinkie: Why are you sad? This is the biggest party in the history of EVER and you're upset? What's causing the problem? Actually, I have a better idea! Lollipop?

Pinkie puts her arm into thin air and pulls out a lollipop from nowhere, handing it over to Leon. Before he can respond, Pinkie shrugs her shoulders and puts the lolly in her mouth, sucking on it.

Pinkie: Mmmmm... juicy! Hey! Do you know where I can find Tiffany Wyatt? Apparently I'm supposed to be her buddy for the All-Stars party tonight!

Leon, a little confused at first, looks at Pinkie weirdly. However, when he sees that the EMT's & security have arrived to take care of the injured employee, Leon decides to keep Pinkie busy and indulge her in conversation.

Leon: You must be Pinkamena Pie, right?

Pinkie's eyes light up brighter than the lights in the corridors... and no, that's not just an adjective. Her eyes are literally brighter than the lights in the corridor and blind Leon for a few seconds.

Pinkie: You know my name! How did you know my name Leon Kensworth?

Leon (still blinded): How did you know mine?

Pinkie: The narrator said your name, dummy! You're funny. We should party sometime. But seriously, I need to find out where Tiffany is! She's supposed to be my bestest buddy.

Leon: I think you mean opponent?

Pinkie: Don't be silly, Leon. Why would anyone want to fight me? I never hurt anybody!

Pinkie skips along, humming a tune as she continues down the corridor, attempting to introduce herself to new people. Leon just shakes his head and walks away.

Leon: Fucking bronies.​

 

[Dagger Dias]

The Paladin of Mystra

It had been several days since Kirilah, a Paladin of Mystra who in the real world is Theron Daggershield's girlfriend Tiffany Wyatt, had been seperated from Theron's Merry Band of Misfits. The last memory she had of her former allies were of them rushing up to aid her in a battle against a Kobold Sorceror before she mysteriously was warped to an unknown location. She had not been to a town or any other type of location where no monsters lurked since the moment she was seperated from her allies. The angelic holy warrior sat in her tent that morning praying to her deity for the safety of the Merry Band of Misfits, wherever they may be, when she was suddenly interrupted by Brock, a dwarven barbarian who initially had found her and offered to take her to the nearest town.

Kirilah: Mystra, I pray you are looking after Theron and the others just as you have kept me safe. I urge you, please also-

Brock the dwarven barbarian enters her tent.

Brock: You ready to go?

Kirilah: Do you mind? I was in the middle of my morning prayer.

Brock: We're about two hours away from Waterward, the nearest town. You have 5 minutes. After that Autumn and I are leaving the campsite with or without you.

Kirilah: As you wish. I will finish my prayers shortly.

Brock: I mean it. 5 minutes. I swear, you holy warriors and your prayers. Every morning with this nonsense, I would get so tired of it!

Kirilah: I heard you the first time. I need privacy so that I can concentrate. It is important, please leave my tent.

Scene fades out as Brock exits the tent and Kirilah closes her eyes to finish her prayer session. Scene fades in to Brock the dwarf waiting impatiently outside the tent. His companion Autumn, a female Dryad Druid, stood next to him viewing the birds and squirrels in the trees nearby. More than 5 minutes appear to have elapsed before Kirilah leaves her tent to take it down.

Krilah: Sorry, it took longer than I thought. I needed to ensure the safety of not only our party but also my friends who I was seperated from.

She proceeds to take her tent down as Brock rolls his eyes. They leave the campsite to head toward their destination, the town of Waterward. They make it there by midday.

Autumn: I suppose this is where you will be leaving us.

Kirilah: I see what you did there.

Autumn: What?

Kirilah: You're part tree and you just "leaving".

Autumn: I don't get it.

Kirilah: Ha ha! Theron and his Merry Band of Misfits would all be giving you a hard time about if they were here. Well, maybe not Keifasar. He would be quicker to insult his own allies' sense of humor than laugh about an unintended pun.

Brock: Merry Band of Misfits? What kind of a ridiculous name is that? If they laugh at puns such as that one and refer to themselves as something that strange I would not wish to travel with them. This is most definitely where we will be parting ways. I promised to help you find the nearest town, I kept my part of the bargain. You'd best remember your part.

Kirilah: I will. I promise to not leave this town until I have met with your contact in the town square. What is there to do in this town in the mean time? Are there any places of interest?

Brock: There's a World Gladiatorial Combat Federation arena, although it's not as large as the one in Wheloon. Other than that there's the tavern and the ship dock. Waterward's a smaller town.

Kirilah: World Gladiatorial Combat Federation arena?

Brock: Yes. It is one of many arenas where fighters and casters from all over the world come to test their strength. A regional champion is there today putting his title on the line. You might catch the match if that is your type of entertainment, I'd hurry though. Can't miss it. It's in the northwest corner of town, has a big logo with the words "World Gladiatorial Combat Federation" on it.

Kirilah: I might just do that. Thank you Brock and Autumn, for helping me. I had no idea where I was.... I still do not, but I know Mystra will guide me back to my friends safely. I would not have made it without your assistance.

Upon hearing about deities again, the dwarf rolls his eyes and turns around to begin walking toward the tavern.

Autumn: So long!

Kirilah: Where are you going?

Autumn: To meet up with Brock's minotaur ally at the bar before boarding a ship. He had said something about looking for the gunpowder room on the ship. Do you want to come along?

Kirilah realizes how dangerous this sounds and opens her mouth to warn the dryad of what may happen, but stops herself. She has her own problems that she needs to worry about. As a Paladin of Mystra, she is not obligated to save every life, but rather focus on preserving magic lore and defeating worshippers of Shar.

Kirilah: No.... I think I will go check out that arena Brock mentioned.

Autumn walks toward the tavern to catch up to Brock who had already gone inside. Kirilah is able to find the arena after searching long enough. It is a brick building standing around 9 feet high The logo of the World Gladiatorial Combat Federation gives away the location. Upon reaching the arena, Kirilah detects evil. She is unable to pinpoint the source, but something is making her feel uneasy. The logo of the federation resembles the symbol of Shar, only golden as opposed to purple. Although quite skeptical once she notices this similarity, Kirilah enters the arena.

Kirilah: I have a very bad feeling about this place.... Something is not right.

She walks down a hallway filled with promotional photos of top gladiators from the region. At the end of the hall is a halfling behind a desk.

Halfling: Are you lost?

Kirilah: Kind of. I have never been here before and am not from this area.

Halfling: Are you here for the match?

Kirilah: Yes.

Halfling: Oh, you missed it. It's already over. The champion retained.

Kirilah: Who is the current champion around these parts?

Halfling: I thought you were here for the match? How do you not know who the regional champion is?

Kirilah: He's the guy who had defeated everyone else, right? I don't know.

Halfling: Wow. You're definitely not from around here. He is only champion over the Wheloon region and came here to put his title on the line. The World Champion is the one who can, thereotically, beat anyone else.... So then you must be here for our Super Stars event! You may sign up with me. The deadline is actually tonight, so do not waste any time.

Kirilah: Alright.

She signs her name onto a list of combatants and fills out an application.

Halfling: Ah, yes then. Miss Kirilah the Paladin of Mystra. Let me review your application real quick.... Ummm what's this?

The halfling begins laughing hysterically.

Kirilah: What's so funny?

The halfling looks at her, looks back at her application, and laughs hysterically again. He laughs so hard that he falls out of his chair onto the floor, still laughing.

Kirilah: What in Mystra's name is so funny!?

The halfling stops laughing, catches his breath, climbs back up into his chair, and wipes his eyes.

Halfling: You put your weight as 5 foot 4 and your height as 120 pounds.

Kirilah: Did I really? Oh my goodness! I'm so sorry! I'll fix it immediately.

Halfling: No, leave it! It's funny! Maybe they will announce it that way on the show, the fans will love it.

Kirilah: So.... Would I be able to face the regional champion if I win this?

Halfling: Nope. His next contender was already decided upon. It was going to be a young Fire Genasi Warblade named Theron Daggershield, who won a contendership battle in his very first match, but he then lost his contendership status for breaking our federation's number one rule of not bringing a floating skull into the bar of the arena. They brought in a cleric to revive the amazon fighter he killed in combat and per the federation rules she is now the new number one contender to the title. News travels fast here, you see, this took place in Wheloon.

Kirilah: I know him! That is one of my allies! Is he here?

Halfling: No.... did you not listen? He is in Wheloon. This is Waterward. We have arenas all throughout the world. One thing we do offer is carrier gryphon services if you wish to send your friend a message. However, you better follow the rules unlike him. Do NOT under any circumstance EVER bring any floating skulls into the bar of any of our arenas.

Kirilah: Who would I be facing?

Halfling: Let's see.... I'll put you in a match against Pink. She's a centaur bard who likes to play pranks at parties and is always laughing about something.

Kirilah: A centaur bard?

Halfling: Yes. Although she may be part horse, do not underestimate her. Now them, run off and train or whatever it is that you do. I need to get back to work. Oh, right. You're not from around here. The battle ground is two doors down. You may train in the first room on your left.

Kirilah: Thank you. Although I am supposed to be meeting someone in the town square. I shall return.

Kirilah leaves to head for the town square to meet the contact Brock spoke of. She makes her way to a grassy field in the center of town right by the town square. Two men in purple robes with yellow letters reading Prophets appear to be pestering everyone that walks past them. One cannot speak. The one who can approaches Kirilah.

Prophet: Excuse me, can I have a moment of your time?

Kirilah: Not really, I am supposed to be meeting someone soon.

Prophet: Are you sure? It will only take but a moment. I want to know if you have heard about the teachings of Shar.

Kirilah: SHAR? No thank you. I want NOTHING to do with that evil deity and already know ALL about her.

Prophet: Aren't you interested in knowing how Shar can change your life?

Kirilah: I'm a Paladin of MYSTRA. The Sworn ENEMY of Shar. If you value your life, you will leave me alone.

The prophet who cannot speak taps his partner on his shoulder, then points to Kirilah, pulls a piece of paper out from his pocket and shows his partner.

Prophet: My apologies. Forgive my friend, he cannot speak, but he has informed me that you are the one Brock had brought here. We are to take you to this region's temple of the New Church of Shar. Come with us, we will take you there immediately.

Kirilah: I would NEVER enter such a vile place as a temple of SHAR! How dare you!

Scene changes to a battle screen using a mosaic animation. Laguna's battle theme from Final Fantasy 8 begins to play in the background.

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Prophet: We need to leave right now, we're running late. Come along now.

Kirilah: Absolutely not. You have 4 seconds to run away before I smite you!

Prophet: Please. Brock said that you'd-

Kirilah: FOUR....!

Prophet: You promised Brock. Don't Paladins have to keep their word?

Kirilah: THREE....!

Prophet: There's an elemental artifact blessed by Mystra at the temple. Do you want to see it?

Kirilah: TWO....!

Prophet: The temple is behind a waterfall outside of town. Mystra would want you to go!

Kirilah: ONE....!

Prophet: You are a disgrace to your deity.

Kirilah: Time's up. SMITE EVIL!

Kirilah draws her Scimitar and slashes at the prophet that is able to speak. A blue bolt of lightning strikes him upon him being hit by the sword, reducing him to ashes. The prophet that is unable to speak realizes he is about to meet a similar fate, kneels and appears to be praying. Kirilah stabs him in the chest with her Scimitar. This kills him, but he is able to finish his spell before dying. He summoned a white Unicorn that has pink hair and a pink horn, which enters the battle.

Kirilah: A Unicorn! I hate to have to defeat such a beautiful creature, but I have no choice. You were summoned by prophets of Shar, therefore you are evil.

The unicorn glares at Kirilah and prepares to charge into her. Kirilah has her scimitar ready and delivers an attack just as the unicorn charges into range, she is hit by the unicorn's horn but landed an attack of her own at just the right second.

Kirilah: Suddenly I do not regret having to kill you.

She tries to stab the unicorn, but misses and the unicorn kicks Kirilah with its back hooves. The holy warrior has taken a considerable amount of damage.

Kirilah: This is a tougher beast than I expected.... I better heal my wounds.

The paladin begins to cast Cure Light Wounds on herself, but the unicorn gouges her with its horn which stops her from casting the spell.

Kirilah: Mystra, grant me the strength to overcome this evil creature summoned by the prophets of your enemy, Shar.... SMITE EVIL!

The paladin slashes with all her might, it is a critical hit. A blue lightning bolt is seen crashing down on the unicorn the instant Kirilah's scimitar hits the mythical beast. The unicorn has died.

The music stops playing and the screen fades back using a mosaic animation. Kirilah kneels down to pray for the unicorn and for the souls of the prophets. Then she gets back up.

Kirilah: I wonder how Brock knew those prophets and why he would want me to go into a temple of Shar. It did intrigue me that there is an item blessed by Mystra there. Perhaps I should check it out after all, but first I need to return to the arena. That has more than warmed me up for my battle with Pink. If I can defeat a unicorn then that centaur bard should be no problem!

She walks back to the arena, and looks up at the World Gladiatorial Combat Federation logo again before going inside.

Kirilah: I wonder if the federation is linked to Shar's church somehow. I'll have to investigate this after the match. That, and ask around about my friends. I pray they are safe.

She goes inside. Scene fades out to black.