And back · 4:42am Oct 15th, 2020
After dealing with an injured hand and moving into a new home, things have been super crazy. But things are finally calming down and I can finally start working on FoE: WC. Here's a small update on what I've written so far. Enjoy!
“And now, children, on to the news. As I’m sure many of you know by now there is a lot of activity coming out of Fillydelphia. Not only have several of the ancient factories started spewing smoke again for the first time in two centuries but it also appears that construction on a wall has started. If you all remember last month, I told you about the dozens of slave caravans making their way to Fillydelphia. Well it doesn’t take a smart pony to figure out just who is building that wall. Because of this the demand for forced labor has been on the rise as of late and slavers aren’t holding back who they take. Please, children, be safe out there. Steer clear of Fillydelphia and make sure to travel with some extra firepower. Don’t let your freedom be taken because you weren’t prepared. That’s all the news I have for now. Let’s finish up the hour with our favorite gem, Sapphire Shores! This has been DJ Pon3, brining you the news no matter how much it hurts.”
I took another shot of apple whiskey as the deep voice on the radio was replaced by the mighty vocals of some long dead singer. The liquid burned pleasantly as it went down causing me to shiver involuntarily. The chatter of the bar washed over me as I thought back to the time Rusty Blade had taken a few of us down to the ruins of Fillydelphia. How long ago had that been? Two, three years now? Back then the city had been crawling with dozens of rival raider gangs constantly at war with one another for control of the territory. We had gone there to establish trade but quickly learned that had been a stupid idea. We’d barely escaped with our lives and I’d lost part of an ear. Whoever was in charge now seemed to have either killed off the raiders or forced them to submit. The latter seemed less likely. I’d never known raiders to just bow down to some overlord. Chances are they had all killed themselves in their stupid war and somepony had taken advantage of the free land. Hearing that slaves were being used to rebuild the desolate city caused my blood to boil. The fact that there was nothing I could do to help them didn’t help, but I knew how to quell the feelings.
“Give me another,” I said, slamming a hoof full of caps on the counter.
The bartender, a grizzled looking buck, turned to look at me with a raised brow. “How old did you say you were again?”
“Enough.”
With a shrug he pulled a dusty bottle out from behind the counter and poured amber liquid into a shot glass.
Like what I’ve read so far! Hope all is well.