Forward again, and again, and again.

by Zaravan


The sixth entry, or: How slavers cause undue stress, followed by frothing rage.

We've been here about a week or so, not much has happened since Twilight's visit. Other than the occasional animal attack, the forest itself has been, dare i say, rather peaceful. The patrols have been able to roughly map out the areas surrounding the forest. There's the town of Ponyville, the closest to us, relatively so anyways. Then, there's a rock quarry to the southeast. As well as more barren land farther down south-southwest. The outpost we've established is now safe and rather comfy, we've managed to drag a few generators through the portal. They're damned heavy, but at least no one will try to run off with them. I feel somewhat disappointed though, with all the magical wacky shit going on, you'd think there'd be more evil overlords to fight. At least then we could shoot at them, but i'm not complaining now that everythi

Shit! Turns out, one of our patrols spotted a group of mean, mangy looking dogs. They were leading a bunch of ponies, and, according to the scouts, a few zebras and even a gryphon griffin Griffon! They were headed towards what seemed to be a cave entrance set in the side of a mountain in the barren lands to the south, we have to gear up and find those prisoners! We're taking shotguns and such, they're probably underground. Chrissakes, fighting in underground tunnels is going to be a nightmare! At least we have something to do now, me and my big goddamn mouth.