09-06-2016, 09:38 AM
The dark former emperor of the Crystal Empire had been in bed, enjoying the best sleep he had in quite some time. This had been until one of the ponies he had summoned, one of his former Crystal Slaves had woken him out of bed. Upon hearing the report that some bipeds in strange whit armor similar to that of the individual he had encountered before were on his island, King Sombra jolted himself out of bed. Getting dressed with his telekinesis in a copy of his full regalia, his mind was made up. The dark king was going to personally see that these intruders were ousted from his island because he didn't like it when people came without an invitation. Had the animals around the waters not been enough of a deterrent to keep out pests? Apparently not. This meant that more proactive measures were definitely in order. First though he could go see what brought the individuals to his island home. If they were here to attempt to steal the island from him, King Sombra was going to torture and then murder them.
The former emperor of the Crystal Empire helped himself to a single orange, and a bit of porridge. Once he had a light breakfast, King Sombra entered his garage where he kept a vehicle. The vehicle was a boxy wagon, built like a war wagon but without fire-arms on it. Climbing inside with the aid of his magic, King Sombra now knew that he was ready. Soon he was going to personally see why the intruders had come. If he didn't like why they were on his island he was going to force them off of it. Not even the Mane Six were going to come to this island, and attempt to remove him off of it. For simply was not going to allow such a thing to occur. Never again was he going to lose a home, especially not in the Omniverse.
Driving the wagon, it took him about 20 minutes but he arrived at the camp site. Climbing out of the wagon, King Sombra was clad in a steel and silver armor, with his normal crown atop his head. His cape had even been recreated, and he was wearing armored boots on his hooves. Words eloquently flowed out of his mouth like a stream.
"Why are you on my island? Was the population of dangerous creatures I put in the waters not enough of a "No Trespassing" or "Keep Out" or "Stay away" sign for you? Do you require me to paint a picture? This island is my home. It is also my castle. Even bipeds like you have a saying that "A Man's Home is his castle. Well you can see my home is indeed my castle. So this brings me to the question again, why are you trespassing on my island? I've barely even got the castle completed and already I have gusts. But I will not allow my guests to stay outside. No. All of you will come with me to the castle, just to show how generous I can be."
King Sombra wanted to see how they would react to him. Were they going to be like that little girl, and pet him? Were they going to be like the bandits and attempt to eat him? Were they going to be like Carmelita Sly-Cooper and show him respect? He honestly didn't know. But if they were going to be like O-Harmony and be a pain in his fetlock, he was going to smite them.
The former emperor of the Crystal Empire helped himself to a single orange, and a bit of porridge. Once he had a light breakfast, King Sombra entered his garage where he kept a vehicle. The vehicle was a boxy wagon, built like a war wagon but without fire-arms on it. Climbing inside with the aid of his magic, King Sombra now knew that he was ready. Soon he was going to personally see why the intruders had come. If he didn't like why they were on his island he was going to force them off of it. Not even the Mane Six were going to come to this island, and attempt to remove him off of it. For simply was not going to allow such a thing to occur. Never again was he going to lose a home, especially not in the Omniverse.
Driving the wagon, it took him about 20 minutes but he arrived at the camp site. Climbing out of the wagon, King Sombra was clad in a steel and silver armor, with his normal crown atop his head. His cape had even been recreated, and he was wearing armored boots on his hooves. Words eloquently flowed out of his mouth like a stream.
"Why are you on my island? Was the population of dangerous creatures I put in the waters not enough of a "No Trespassing" or "Keep Out" or "Stay away" sign for you? Do you require me to paint a picture? This island is my home. It is also my castle. Even bipeds like you have a saying that "A Man's Home is his castle. Well you can see my home is indeed my castle. So this brings me to the question again, why are you trespassing on my island? I've barely even got the castle completed and already I have gusts. But I will not allow my guests to stay outside. No. All of you will come with me to the castle, just to show how generous I can be."
King Sombra wanted to see how they would react to him. Were they going to be like that little girl, and pet him? Were they going to be like the bandits and attempt to eat him? Were they going to be like Carmelita Sly-Cooper and show him respect? He honestly didn't know. But if they were going to be like O-Harmony and be a pain in his fetlock, he was going to smite them.