#broadhoof

[candlemouse]

In my fic “Quiet Sunday Dinners” that focused on Marla’s life before, during, and after their kidnapping, Marla mentions in the last chapter that she’s thinking of starting a newspaper for the magical community.

Below is a fake newspaper-style excerpt about remembering the dead after the Battle of Zzyzx!!

I posted it in full here since it’s so short, but please if you enjoyed, head over to ao3 here and leave kudos/comments. Thank you!

REMEMBERING THOSE WE HAVE LOST

Marla Sorenson

Very few in the magical community have escaped unscathed from the chaos of the past few years. Members have lost fathers, mothers, brothers, sisters, friends, teammates, and beloveds in battles for preserves and during the Society’s final march to Zzyzx. Today, on the anniversary of the Battle of the Zzyzx, we remember those that gave their lives for our victory.

DOUGAN FISK. Former lieutenant of the East in the Knights of the Dawn. Brother. Friend.

“He had such a sense for duty,” brother Maddox Fisk remembers. “He knew he wanted to give his life in service. Even after the Sphinx was revealed to be the Captain, Dougan helped lead a vestige of the Knights until his death. But, more than what he did for the world, was what he did for me. He was my big brother. He helped raise me. And I miss him every day.”

LENA BURGESS. Former Naiad. Staff member at Fablehaven. Wife of Patton Burgess. Friend.

“Lena sacrificed herself to save Fablehaven from falling,” Kendra Sorenson, veteran of Zzyzx recalls and friend of Burgess recalls. “I wish she was here to see what she paved the way for. She lived a full life, and I feel ungrateful to wish she hadn’t become a martyr. But…I love her. I miss her every day.”

TAMLYN MARTINEZ. Knight of the Dawn. Daughter. Sister. Friend.

“I knew Tammy lived a dangerous life as a Knight. She was such a thrill-seeker as a kid,” her mother Dorothea Martinez recalls. “I remember receiving the call from the Knights of the Dawn. I remember the funeral. But, most of all, I remember her telling me that if she died, she would die doing what she loved. Sometimes, I wish I put more effort in convincing her to quit. But, a bigger part of me knows I could’ve never held her back from the Knights.”

ROSA TABARES. Caretaker of Lost Mesa. Mother. Daughter. Friend.

“My mother dedicated her life to the mesa,” Mara Tabares, Knight and current caretaker of Lost Mesa, says. “I will do the same. Her sacrifice was not in vain.”

CHARLIE “CHUCK” ROSE. Resident at the Seven Sancturaries. Knight of the Dawn. Son. Friend.

“My stomach twists when I think about Chuck,” long-time friend Daniel Farrows says. “I don’t know how he’d feel about the turmoil surrounding the dragons right now. But, I know he’d advocate for them. So, in his memory, I ask everyone to remember to think from the perspective of dragons and remember that they’re intelligent beings.”

BROADHOOF. Centaur of Fablehaven.

“Fablehaven lost one of their finest that day,” Graymane, leader of the centaur community at Fablehaven, says. He declined to comment further.

LAURA GOLD. Caretaker of Obsidian Waste. Wife. Friend.

“Laura was an amazing caretaker. Truly. She cared about every creature on Obsidian Waste and had great respect for the magic intertwined everywhere,” Berrigan White, staff member of Obsidan Waste and friend of Gold recalls. “She lost her sister, nephew, husband, and three staff members prior to her death. Rebuilding Obsidian Waste feels hollow without them. But, they sacrified themselves for the preserve, and we will see their mission through.”

COULTER DIXON. Knight of the Dawn. Mentor. Son. Brother.

“Coulter taught me so much,” Seth Sorenson, veteran of Zzyzx, recalls. “Even in his final moments, he comforted me and gave me a plan to survive. You know—when I first met him, he told me that if we ever ended up in a life or death situation, to expect him to save himself and leave me for dead. Instead, when it came down to it, he saved me with his prize cocoon. Even if I spend all my life trying, I don’t know if I can ever be half the man he was.”

THE ETERNALS. Roon Osricson, Mark, Civia, two others unknown.

“These five made the ultimate sacrifice for millennia,” an anonymous Knight comments. “We may not know much at all about who they were, but we can all be inspired by their sense of duty.”

Continued on page 12

For the next week, we will be continuing remembrances for those lost in the line of duty. Please send submissions to thehiddenherald@gmail.com with a name, information about their sacrifice, and a quote from a person close to them.

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[breathdeepseekpeace]

I really really hate doing this, but I am between jobs right now and am struggling to make ends meet, I made some Fablehaven Fandom gear, and am hoping to make more Fandom stuff, if anyone is interested, help ya girl out?

https://demigod-outfitters.creator-spring.com/listing/centaurs-are-jerks

[mercutiotakethewheel]

Oooh, how brave and honorable: killing me, a baby!

[mythicalmermaids]

Patton Vs Broadhoof

i love patton. He is such a nerd lol. I like to image that he is just a dorky nerd who makes bad puns and Lena is the only who laughs at his bad puns.

i love this scene it was so fun to read and i always except Patton content lol

[anxiousabsurdity]

Seth: Cowardly mules.

Broadhoof:

[ask-iamnotanalicorn]

Pitch Perfect: What’s the big deal, EVERY guy thinks Princess Cadance is super pretty!

Salespitch: She’s MARRIED, it’s not appropriate!

Pitch Perfect: You’re not appropriate!

Salespitch: Your mom’s not appropriate!

Pitch Perfect: I’m telling Mom you said that!

Pitch Black: You two do know the camera’s still on, right?

Salespitch: ................Great. If you need me, I’ll be in my room for the rest of the year.

Pitch Perfect: *evil little sister giggle*

(A/N: HeeeeeeeLLO, my friends! That’s right, I’m NOT DEAD! *surprised gasp from audience* And I finally got a new strip done! Many thanks to my Askers for being so incredibly patient waiting for answers, and THANK YOU for the lovely praise, I’m glad you’re enjoying! This question was oddly difficult and it took me a long time to come up with an answer I liked, but I think I’m pretty happy with it now. (When it doubt, Sibling Shenanigans.) It’s harder than you’d think to come up with a ‘Prince of’ title when your OC’s talent is... selling things. 

Anyhoo, I finally got my mojo going and have a couple more of these planned! Looking forward to showing off my dorks and their dorky lives even more soon. In the meantime, please feel free to ask more questions, and thanks for reading! 

~River Babble)

[theplastictictacs]

Okay looks like Lena won’t be able to come get her mans...

[misterpoofofficial]

icons for you and your adventuring furry squad

[goryghostieguts]

[certain-death-awaits]

I think Brandon Dorman screwed up majorly. Essentially, he posted art that he probably shouldn’t have. It may be spoilers for the next book. I’m putting it under the cut because I don’t think any tag can prepare you for this. It could be fanart that he made on his own time, but it doesn’t exist elsewhere on the internet.

Ok. So we have Agad (who is dead??), Hugo, Broadhoof (who is dead??), Raxtus, Newel and Doren, and probably Bracken. I don’t know where they are, but I’m guessing Fablehaven- it would match my theories. Please tell me if you know anything about this.

[aerinmelina]

Fictober 2020 day 1 prompt: No, come back!

Fandom: Fablehaven

This setting is after the end of Dragonwatch book 2. Angst.

———

Her dreams that night were riddled with loss. Surrounded by darkness, she chased after her brother and Bracken, who walked away with their backs turned toward her. As she raced in their direction, she passed others who similarly faced away from her, yet they stood eerily still.

It didn’t matter whether the others were moving or not. All Kendra needed was a glance to know who they were.

Lena. Broadhoof. Neil. Rosa. Dougan. Laura. Coulter. Even Gavin and Torina, of all people, among others she had met in the past.

They were all dead.

Seth and Bracken continued to walk away from her, and despite how quickly she ran, Kendra simply couldn’t keep up. Their gait was slow, even slower as time went on, yet the distance between her and them continued to increase. They were diminishing in size. Soon they would disappear from her sight entirely, and she would be left alone in the darkness with only the ghosts of her past to haunt her.

She couldn’t lose those two. Not like this. Not without a fight. She pushed herself harder. Breathing became difficult. Her sides ached.

Bracken and Seth disappeared into the darkness.

The tears she had been holding back spilled out.

“No! Come back!” she cried.

No one came to comfort her.

Her pillow was wet when she woke.

[ask-de-writer]

DARING DO and the ADVENTURE of the X'IBIAN VASE! : MLP Fan Fiction : Part 13 of 21

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Daring Do

and the Adventure of the X'ibian Vase!

by

De Writer (Glen Ten-Eyck)

And

Carmen Pondiego

Cover Art by

Doctor Dimension

52630 words

© 2015 by Glen Ten-Eyck

Writing begun 08/26/15

All rights reserved.  This document may not be copied or distributed on or to any medium or placed in any mass storage system except by the express written consent of the author.

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Relaxing on a chaise lounge beside the delightful pool that used to be the bath of an Emperor, Carmen adjusted her dark glasses against the glare of the sun on the letter.  She was wearing only a skimpy bikini of bright red and her trademark hat.

The floating island of VILE’s headquarters was presently in the tropics and that suited her perfectly.

She skimmed through the Chineighese characters with utter familiarity.  Her brother in law, Marehem, was having the time of his life, bedeviling the ROT expedition. She was chucking at the recent double disaster with the railroad cars and flipping ROT’s truck. (He insisted on using the character of poison toadstool for them).

Done with the letter, she handed it to Blendin, who was visiting.  He was chuckling himself as his mother hit the pool.  Her hat and glasses sat on the lounge.  She was a red and khaki torpedo swimming underwater to the other end of the pool.

She shot back, underwater again, the whole length of the pool and surfaced like a one horned porpoise. “What do you think, Blendin?”

“I think that Adora would be furious if she knew but she really has no grounds to be.  She did ask Eris to see what she could do to mess up ROT’s expedition.  It was Eris’ idea to send Uncle M!  

“After all, he has had so much fun with the Empire over the ages.  Simply amazing how much chaos VILE’S temporal transport device can cause in the right hooves and his are as wrong as they can get!”  They both shared a giggle.

Baron Von Nighthoof leaned down and took Carmen’s arm, lifting her effortlessly from the pool.  He was smiling warmly at her.  He hugged her closely and stepped back a single pace.

He offered her a flat case of the darkest wood, inlaid with his cutie mark.  Carmen took the case and opened it.  Her gasp of sheer pleasure was almost more reward than the Baron expected.

He nodded, “The copy of Pharow Underrock’s Golden necklace.  It is ready to grace the only neck on this whole world that can outshine its beauty.”  He reached forward and lifted the golden wonder out of its case and set it around Carmen’s neck, pulling her close as he fastened it.

She snuggled up to him and whispered, “You are not only evil, you are wicked!  And I love it!”

~~ ~~ ~~

Jeremy was riding in the carry saddle of Sehang Shu while they discussed his knowledge of Ethnological Geography.  After several hours, she said thoughtfully, “You actually do know more than your prior testing revealed, Jeremy.  I do wonder why you did so poorly when it came to the tests.”

Glumly, Jeremy stared out at the bleak landscape about them and replied, “It sounds like an excuse. Blame my family.  They are old Equestrian Military Service and proud of it.  When I tried to study around them, they always interrupted it.  Celestia forbid that I complain about it, either.”

“Did they not finance your education at the Royal University?”

“No, Sehang, they did not.  I was entirely dependent on grants and scholarships.  I have earned my way through my schooling.”

“I see, Jeremy.  I have earned my way also.  It is sad that such a family could not see fit to support so worthy a goal as education.

“Surely, though, with you at the University and they in Service or on the Family Estates, they had little opportunity to disrupt your studies?”

Jeremy snorted bitterly.  “I wish it was true, Sehang.  They had a nice townhouse in Canterlot, too.  They made such a career of “visiting” the U to noisily interrupt my studies that, at the end, Princess Luna, as the Chancellor of the U had to forbid them entry to the property of the University at all.

“My uncle, Colonel Broadhoof, spoke out against her interference in a family matter.  The Princess pointed out that it went beyond family, when they upset the other students’ studies.  

“He called her a pustulent creature of nightmare, to her face.”

Sehang Shu commented, “That sounds as unwise as telling the Emperor to shove one up his ass!”

Jeremy smiled a little at the humor and went on, “The suddenly Sargent Broadhoof found that out!  He was broken, forbidden any Canterlot Mustering and given a month of nightmares as punishment.”

“Bad dreams for a month is a severe punishment?”

Jeremy sucked his lips as he thought of a way to explain.  “Let me put it this way.  Somewhat over two thousand years ago, the Nightmare Wars got named that BECAUSE of Princess Luna’s use of nightmares as a weapon.  Almost 20% of the unicorns attacking the Fortress of Nightmare committed suicide within five days of coming to the battle front.”

Very softly, Sehang Shu  said, “I see.  And she has had over two thousand years since to perfect that craft.  Did he survive?”

Soberly, Jeremy replied, “Yes.  Sort of.  They released him from the Asylum about six months ago.  He is still under treatment.  The family blames me.  They say that it would not have happened, if I had not chosen the University over a military career.”

Sehang Shu nodded sadly.  “Some other herds view us in a similar manner.  I am sorry, Jeremy.

“I have a question though. With a military background, how did you miss Qushi Han Le’s sharpshooters at the dock in Singapone?”

Grimly, Jeremy replied, “That was my fault.  I was thinking of everything wrongly, and so did not even look for them.  I have only realized today from talking to you, that I had any problem.  Equestrian Superiority was an unquestioned value in my family.  I did not even realize that it had soaked into me since my foalhood.  I may still lapse but ask your forgiveness now.  I will do my best to sort this mess out.”

Sehang Shu nodded thoughtfully. “The most important part of education, Jeremy, is not the learning of facts, as important as that is.  It is the admission of ignorance and error accompanied by the effort to remedy them.

“That is what Ethnological Geography is all about.  Our ignorance and erroneous knowledge of past civilization and the effort to remedy it is the whole foundation of the discipline.”

They revised their discussion of the subjects to be tackled in the colloquium.  Jeremy found the conversation fascinating.

He actually regretted it when it was time to dismount for making dinner.  After stretching out the kinks in his legs from the saddle, Jeremy wandered over to the cook stove.

He was mildly surprised when Soree made room for him.  “How can I help, Soree?

“Measure the water into that pot to the third line, please.”

Measuring in the water, Jeremy commented, “It seems unfair for us to eat and none of the herd to have any.”

Sang He’s voice replied, “In the desert, we need only drink once in seven days.  That will be a large drink, but it will do.  We need only eat once in ten days, though we can eat or drink any time that the opportunity presents itself.

“Our ancestors were made for mountain and desert lands.”

“It still seems unfair!  I presume that you do know what you are doing, after all, this is your home!”

He was surprised by the chuckle from the herd.

Dinner preparations were interrupted by the bellow of a musket and a cry from Sehang Shu!

~~ ~~ ~~ ~~

Tyranny was fuming.  “They had no business seizing our truck!  Wasn’t it bad enough that their recklessness had already cost us one truck and most of the load?”

Overthrow, speaking from behind the wheel of the truck that they were in snapped, “That was your fault, Tyranny!  So was getting into that train wreck!  You disobeyed clearly posted signs about staying off the slope while the crossing was in use.”

Robber, sitting in the back of the cab put in, “How come, in the name of Discord, did you not read the traffic law pamphlets that I gave you?  It was the Lock Keeper finding that out that you got your permit without taking their knowledge test that cost us the truck!  Their rules are very clear and blunt.  They seize vehicles that are used in deliberate violation of their driving rules.”

Tyranny glared out the window of the truck at the passing rice paddies and neatly laid out farms.  His teeth ground.  The worst of it was that they were both right.

All that he could do was growl under his breath about injustice, so he did.  He sourly commented, “At least we have now got past the last two canals and what?  Four railroad crossings without any further problems.”

Robber consulted their map. “See those bluffs up ahead?  We will be going through an area of mountains.  When we clear them, it will only be about twenty kilometers to Cantrot.  We will have two rail crossings and one canal between us and the city.”

Ignoring Robber’s comments, Tyranny snarled, “That so-called Antiquarian, Daring Do, set us up! I have found out that she did not even take a single truck on her expedition!  The expedition proposal that she gave us, before she quit on us, is why we came this way!”

Overthrow said dryly, “So, you finally figured that out?  It took you long enough.  I knew that she took us to the cleaners on the proposal as soon as I saw them go on upriver, without even transshipping.”

He suddenly applied the brakes hard, jolting them all.  They were stopped only a few meters from a water buffalo on the road.

The two trucks behind them, driven by experienced Chineighese drivers, stopped without incident. Tyranny was reaching for the horn button when Overthrow knocked his hoof away.

“Stop trying to interfere! Tyranny, sounding the horn at domestic livestock is illegal.  All that we can do is wait for it to move or try to ease around it.  The law pamphlet suggests waiting in the case of water buffalo.”

He snarled, “Why should we wait?  We can drive around it!”

Outside, over a tonne and a half of highly irritated domestic water buffalo was pawing the roadway and lowering its head to charging position.  A peasant in plain cotton robes and flat conical hat was toiling up the road embankment toward the beast that was easily three times taller than he was.  He had a long wooden switch to herd the loose animal away.

He barked some command at the buffalo.  It turned its head and regarded its master briefly. Tyranny chose that moment to lean out the side window and make shooing gestures at it.  The distraction caused the enormous brute to snap its head about and focus entirely on the truck!  It charged.  

The impact shoved the truck back and sideways almost a meter!  It was accompanied by the shattering of glass night driving lamps and the crunch of metal.  The buffalo backed off, shaking its head.

The peasant’s switch got its attention and it started to walk sedately away, guided by taps of the long wand.  Tyranny, seeing it waking away, yelled, “Shoo!  Get out of our way!”

The transition from walking away to charging was almost instantaneous!  The huge heavy horns and thick skull of the enormous animal slammed into the right hand door of the truck.  It was almost perfectly centered, smashing and folding the door inward hard enough to bounce the dazed Tyranny almost entirely off his seat!

The very upset peasant used his switch and fanning motions of his hat to steer the water buffalo away, successfully, this time!  Robber shuddered as he saw the peasant’s orange mane and blue fur for the first time.

The steering still worked properly.  Overthrow got the truck back on course and they were cautiously back underway.

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[wisdo101]

Look at these fucking nerds!

A couple of my friends started a Podcast called “Dicks & Dumbasses” which is pretty much them playing/roleplaying their D&D adventures. 

From the top boy going clock wise:  Caldric Oakenhearth,  Abian Gellantara,Yer, Elsu,  Jatus Broadhoof,and Roo Imba 

I definitely recommend listening to it here--> Click Me

@ninjaian92 @goryghostieguts @misterpoofofficial

[fairykam]

Ghosts of the past. Kendra and Seth would never be where they are now without these guys. (I know here are more, but I pick some of my favorites) from left to right we have Tammy (from book 3), Laura (book 5), Civia (book 5), Neil (book 3), Patton, Lena, Coulter, Mendigo, Dougan, Vincent (book 5), and Broadhoof (book 3)

[smashboy]

"I have a nuclear bomb and I'm gonna blow up the hospital!"

Kendra: Please help lead this diversion.

Broadhoof: This does not concern us. This is your problem. Go away.

Seth: 

[misterpoofofficial]

finally done;;;; these characters come from our dnd podcast!! from left to right: caldric oakenhearth belongs to @ninjaian92 abian gellantara belongs to me roo imba belongs to @croptopshiro jatus broadhoof belongs to @goryghostieguts yer belongs to joyce elsu belongs to astrid c-nut belongs to clay (our DM)