Kronos the Revenant

7 minutes ago, Samurai Equine said:

Yep! Some less-than-organized, non-lethal, panic-inducing havoc.  Have fun, buddy!

Havoc wrecked upon the very large and public town square. 

With the new day dawning on him, Kronos went to work in solitude. He replaced his explosives with mild fireworks in his Nest of Bees. He then went around jumping from rooftop to rooftop with his stealth systems engaged. He changed the look of his armor to make it difficult for others to recognize him. He finally found a good perch near the town square and set his rocket launcher on his shoulder. 
 

Time to wreck some HAVOC!!!! his voices said to him. 
 

He scanned the area to find places that’ll cause minimum casualties but maximum collateral damage. He found a few spots that looked public and promising, making for a very awesome display. He decided to target the wide town square, very large with ponies widely spread out to meet his criteria. He snapped his claw to make some sparks that ignited the fireworks. One by one, in rapid succession, they flew out of the pod and landed randomly on the town square, even coming into contact with a few buildings. Kronos wildly swung around the pod to ensure maximum chaos gets spread across the town. 
 

HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!! his voices rejoiced, RUN COWARDS, RUN!!!!!!!

@Samurai Equine

Ohhhh  it’s time to wreck some havoc today? Perfect. 

I’m at a loss on what to do now. -_-  

Raw animal meat to really throw everyone off.  

>:) Fear my wrath, universe!!!

@GeneralDirection

”Well,” Kronos answered, “Like I said before, I’m the most level-headed and reasonable Rokian you’ll ever encounter for the time being. So, the purpose of me being here in Equestria is to possibly revive diplomatic bonds between Ragnarok and Equestria. My journey has taken me to lots of interesting locales and places. Of course, I do occasionally report back to the kingdom, mostly to check up on my family but they also do get info about where I go. Speaking of which.....”

He pulled out his emblem on his chest and pressed it. A hologram projected three figures. His family. 
 

“Hey Mom, hey Dad,” Kronos greeted them, “Hey sis.....”

21 hours ago, GeneralDirection said:

@Kronos the Revenant

“That’s very interesting.” He remarked while writing down some notes. “So where is Ragnarok, exactly? I’m guessing it’s nowhere near Equestria. Maybe you could tell me about what your country is like? Also, I heard mention of an older sister, is she here with you or back at home? Do you have any other family members?” Silver looked up from his journal for a moment. “You can stop me at any time if you’re not comfortable with something I ask you. Just so you know, not everything I ask about will get sent back to my village. I like to get as many details as possible and then when I go to write the letter, I use the highlights from what I’ve written in my journal. This journal also helps me keep track of all the cool creatures and great friends that I’ve met during my travels.” He smiled in reminisce of some of the good times that he had experienced on this trip. “I’ve met a lot of ponies on my adventures, and sometimes it’s a bit challenging to remember all of them.” Silver remarked with a bit of laugh.

“Well, Ragnarok is a ways away from the actual jurisdiction of Equestria itself,” Kronos explained, “You see, Ragnarok and Equestria used to be one a few millennia ago, however differences in opinions on how to keep peace and order soon split the land into two separate kingdoms as the ponies now known as Rokians receded from Equestria. Despite wanting to reunite the two lands, the ponies of Ragnarok focused most of their time and energy to industrial development and wartime armament while Equestria focused on trying to unite its own tribes together to survive a harsh winter. Over time, the two lands began to become so disjointed and unrecognizable by the other that generations later the denizens of the two countries saw each other as foreigners. Again, like I explained earlier, we’re a stratocratic society led by military leadership. My nuclear family consists of my older sister, Rhea, Ragnarok’s Wrath of the Ancient Warriors, my Mother, Athena, the Grand Valkyrie of the Angels of War, and Uros, the Grand General of Ragnarok and the Conqueror of the Hellscapes. At the moment, my sister and my parents are all back at home managing Ragnarok and most likely expanding its influence by occupying neighboring cities and lands to add to the kingdom.”

3 hours ago, Bakugou is my Man said:

Shiny Hawlucha looks awesome. Definitely one of my favorites.

Btw, what was ironic about the Snorunt was that I encountered it randomly while hunting for Gigantamax Pokémon dens.  

Technically, this is a Filipino joke based on Filipino folklore, so it counts. It goes like this:

In the Philippines, there are tales of a legendary mountain where if you leap off the cliff and make a wish, you’ll land safely and your wish shall be granted by Kabunian, the Mountain God of the Kordilyera tribe in the Philippines. 
 

So, three friends trekked to the top of this legendary mountain cliff. 
 

The first one runs and leaps and says “I wish to be the most powerful man in the world!!” When he lands, his muscles instantly grew ten times in size and he’s capable of lifting all the boulders in his path with just his finger. 
 

The second one runs and leaps and says “I wish to be the most handsome man in the world!!” When he lands, his face becomes chiseled like a Greek God and his muscle tone is just perfect. The ladies could not resist his looks and charms. 
 

The third friend runs and trips saying “I wish to be—OH SHIT!!!” and transforms into a pile of goat dung as he rolled down the cliff.  

I have a shiny Hawlucha and a shiny Snorunt. 

BTW, Kronos’ samurai suit is kinda inspired by the robot samurai from Sucker Punch, and they look something like this

@GeneralDirection

When the Kirin inquired about his culture, Kronos’ face lit up. 
 

“Well,” Kronos explained, “The short version of my culture is that we are a stratocracy, a government led by military forces. I happen to be a descendant of the kingdom’s most powerful house and clan, the Mighty Krystialltons, Heads of the Reaver House. I do also carry to title at home of Architect of Destruction, with my elder sister Rhea being the Wrath of the Ancient Warriors of Ragnarok. I stand out amongst my people in that I happen to have a sharper inclination towards intellect and poise—then again, considering the near barbaric nature of my people, that’s not a particularly high bar set up.”
 

Hey!!! his voices interjected simultaneously.

“Anyways, that’s the short end of the story of my culture. If you want some more details on any aspect of my culture, don’t hesitate to consult me.”

Two words: What friends?

@GeneralDirection

Kronos tilted his head towards the fluffy-maned pony. He’s never quite seen some with a body composition like this before. 
 

Is it a unicorn of sorts? a voice asked. 
 

It looks like one, another replied, But this one stands out. Look at all that fluff. 
 

And that pattern going through that pony’s body, a different one observed, I wonder if it’s some sort of ritualistic marking of some sort, like the clan mark burned on our ass. 
 

Don’t remind me of the clan initiation, Kronos told his voices, They branded me then tossed me out to fend for myself for eight years. 
 

Kronos proceeded to walk around the Kirin, observing his physical and observable features. He was tempted to agitate him, but, in his experience, agitating a creature you have no knowledge of is generally a bad idea and could get you trampled or worse. 
 

“So, you wanna know who you share this world with, huh?” Kronos asked the Kirin, “Well, if you must know, I’m not really a pony, though i look like one. I’m a Rokian, from the kingdom of Ragnarok. It’s a peaceful privilege to meet such a magnificent creature such as yourself.”

He pulled out his hand in a show of peace, albeit with some metal claws sticking out of it. 

@Samurai Equine @CameoShadowness

Kronos woke up from his self-induced musical trance when he heard someone calling out a name. He slowly stood up to keep his passenger safe and kicked his zither skillfully onto his back. He also heard the breezy on his shoulder mutter to herself, sounding very groggy and tired. 
 

He proceeded to go towards the noises of seemingly desperate cries for help. His sonar locator pin-pointed the origin point near Samurai’s house, so he decided to stop over there. 
 

When he arrived, Kronos greeted Samurai, “‘Sup, Samurai. I heard someone yelling from here. They looking for this little guy?” He gestured over to the breezy on his shoulder, “She kinda just landed on my shoulder as I was playing my zither.”

@Samurai Equine

Kronos looked behind himself at his homemade Nest Of Bees launcher and gave a sinister smirk underneath his mask. 
 

“I think I’ve got just what you’re looking for, sir.” 
 

We’ll need to reload it with less lethal rockets. a voice said. 
 

Chillax, he replied, We’ll just use our smaller payloads. 

@Samurai Equine

Take all the time you need, my friend. My sympathies and condolences. 

@CameoShadowness

As Kronos played his zither waiting on Mayor Black, he felt a light tap on his head. Not wanting to disturb what landed, he carefully scooped up what was on top of him. 
 

When he saw it was a breezy, he asked, “Oh, hello there, little guy, what brings you here? My zither winds?” He resumed playing his zither with the breezy on his shoulder, this time not trying to create wind so as to not disturb his guest on his shoulder. 

@Samurai Equine

Kronos was peacefully meditating in the streets of Friendshire. He breathed slowly as the wind passed through every crevice of his armor and flowed through his body. He pulled out his zither again and began to play, once again manipulating the wind. 

Suddenly, he gets a call. Kronos activated his communicator and replied to his client, “Standing by and awaiting instructions, sir.” 
 

So. Helltaker. The game. Anyone here played it? Anyone here heard of it? Anyone wanna talk about the demon waifus in the game? Welp, here’s a place to talk about them. Please no NSFW content. Purely innocent and wholesome content only. Yes, you can post fanart of them, but no R34 or any other stuff that’ll make even Modeus blush in embarrassment. 

Monsters Inc?

I’ll take this sketch and do some research......it’s a fly. 

@Samurai Equine
 

When he saw the Origami Shinobi disappear, he simply looked on in disbelief and despair. 
 

War? he thought to himself, In three days time? Damn it. I need to tell Samurai of this. He needs to be notified. 
 

Kronos rushes back to Samurai’s house trying to warn him. 
 

“SAMURAI!!!” he yells, “Where’s Samurai?? I need to tell him something!!”

Kronos begins rapidly moving his eyes scanning the room and muttering to himself, “Three days. War. Three days. No survivors. Three days. Danger. Three days...”

Im interested. 
 

Pony name: Kronos

Age: “23” (actually ~1500 years old, but still relatively young)

Race: Rokian Earth Pony

Vault Dweller or Waster: Waster 

Personality: He’s an old, gruff adventurous pony who started as a weapons designer at his home kingdom. A warrior at heart and by birth, he lives for the fight and fights for a cause. Otherwise, he’s usually rather stoic and indifferent towards everything, but if you know him well enough, his true colors show. He can be extremely compassionate, loving, angry, or ravenous. His has different personalities that can manifest themselves and change how he behaves. 

@Samurai Equine

Kronos saw the Origami Shinobi reemerge from the shadows. He drew his swords at the assassin ready for a fight. 
 

“I saw Samurai disintegrate you,” Kronos told the paper ninja, “How are you still alive!?”

There may be more than one of him, a voice said. 
 

He’s right, another replied, It’s possible that there’s a guild full of assassins much like this one. Remember, we’re members of the Reaver clan of Ragnarok, part of House Korvax, one of our peoples’ first conquerors. 
 

If there’s a guild of them, Kronos thought, Then this town may be in more grave danger than originally anticipated. 
 

“I will finish you off,” Kronos retorted to the Origami Shinobi, “For my friend, Samurai!!”