Dreamweaver
One Thousand Club
GeneralTyrus
It had been 4 years since the uncovering of an ancient workshop, believed to have been created by the Primordials millions of years ago. It was not common knowledge, but the truth was that there used to be many Primordials... thousands, in fact. Some were not much more powerful than the average Archmage, while some came close to Princess Luna and Princess Celestia in power; some even surpassed them, such as Discord or the Tarrasque. However, long before the Princesses came into existence, the Primodials had waged a great war among themselves which left most of them dead. With only a hundred or so left, the survivors went into hiding.
Except Discord. He didn't. Obviously.
In the time since the Princesses birth and rise to power, a few Primordials had made themselves known. Some of them had been simple affairs to sort out, while others had been a true challenge even for both the Princesses together. Yet it all ended the same for them either way; they ended up trapped in Luna's scythe, the only reason for it having a soul-catching ability in the first place. Harmony wanted them to round up the Primordials so that they couldn't ever grow in power again and ravage the mortal world.
During the 4 years that the workshop had been uncovered, Equestrian's had been hard at work clearing the debris. It was discovered under the sandy hills of Saddle Arabia, an offshoot of Equestria, and at the Princesses request they had set out to clear the entrance. Now that day had finally arrived, and the Princesses wasted no time in teleporting there to search through the facility. There could be dangerous artifacts or who-knows-what in there; things they couldn't let fall into the wrong hooves.
The door was locked tight, though it was known by this point that Luna's scythe could open the door. The door thought it was just another Primordial due to all the souls trapped in it.
The door itself was made of metal from the looks of it, and was 150 feet tall by 80 feet wide. Big door.
Beside it, one on each side, were these:
They were roughly 70 feet tall and made of iron.
"... I hope those are just a show piece!" Luna said with a strained chuckle as the pair finally walked up to the doors, having just dismissed the Equestrian archaeologists from duty. The archaeologists needed to be as far away as possible, just in case things went south...
It had been 4 years since the uncovering of an ancient workshop, believed to have been created by the Primordials millions of years ago. It was not common knowledge, but the truth was that there used to be many Primordials... thousands, in fact. Some were not much more powerful than the average Archmage, while some came close to Princess Luna and Princess Celestia in power; some even surpassed them, such as Discord or the Tarrasque. However, long before the Princesses came into existence, the Primodials had waged a great war among themselves which left most of them dead. With only a hundred or so left, the survivors went into hiding.
Except Discord. He didn't. Obviously.
In the time since the Princesses birth and rise to power, a few Primordials had made themselves known. Some of them had been simple affairs to sort out, while others had been a true challenge even for both the Princesses together. Yet it all ended the same for them either way; they ended up trapped in Luna's scythe, the only reason for it having a soul-catching ability in the first place. Harmony wanted them to round up the Primordials so that they couldn't ever grow in power again and ravage the mortal world.
During the 4 years that the workshop had been uncovered, Equestrian's had been hard at work clearing the debris. It was discovered under the sandy hills of Saddle Arabia, an offshoot of Equestria, and at the Princesses request they had set out to clear the entrance. Now that day had finally arrived, and the Princesses wasted no time in teleporting there to search through the facility. There could be dangerous artifacts or who-knows-what in there; things they couldn't let fall into the wrong hooves.
The door was locked tight, though it was known by this point that Luna's scythe could open the door. The door thought it was just another Primordial due to all the souls trapped in it.
The door itself was made of metal from the looks of it, and was 150 feet tall by 80 feet wide. Big door.
Beside it, one on each side, were these:
They were roughly 70 feet tall and made of iron.
"... I hope those are just a show piece!" Luna said with a strained chuckle as the pair finally walked up to the doors, having just dismissed the Equestrian archaeologists from duty. The archaeologists needed to be as far away as possible, just in case things went south...