Roland Sits, Watching Out From The Entrance, His Back To The Fire As He Watches The Darkness, His Eyes

Roland sits, watching out from the entrance, his back to the fire as he watches the darkness, his eyes constantly scanning. “I don’t like it. Somethin’s out there, watchin. If y’all will let me I’d like to take the first shift standin guard.” he states, his voice mildly worried. He swigs some water from his canteen before looking back at the group. “Food is smellin pretty good, what is it?” he asks as he turns back to the darkness, turning on his heavy flashlight, shining it into the darkness.

Stirring the pot, Obsidian replies “Canned Veggie Stew. Don’t get used to it, this was all I could carry.”

Being merely an observer and researcher, Vexin has no perceptual abilities to notice these strange feelings Obsidian mentioned and tries to snag a little bit of the group’s cooked food, easily able to repay the group with her own food rations. Just enjoys the taste of cooked food a lot more.

Coldflame was going to give a bite to a piece of well-done steak, when he heard something “What the…” nothing more can be heard “Meh, must be my imagination…”

After the dinner Vexin yawns and turns to Obsi. “I don’t suppose you can cast enough water magic for a quick shower?”

Dimstar paces back an forth looking around quiet paranoid “Does anyone else feel something wrong here?”

(( prompt ))

“You’re just being paranoid. Yes, there’s wild animals out here beyond pony control, but they shouldn’t bother us.” Then he turns his attention to Vexin “Really? Alright I’ll see what I can-“

WHUMPH

Obsidian is tackled by a pony-sized creature that looks like a long-legged lizard or some kind of scaly greyhound. 4 more slightly smaller ones creep in around the edge of the firelight, snarling and letting out bark-like shrieks. Scrabbling sounds reveal another of the larger ones clinging to the rocks above.

More unusual sounds come from the other side of the camp off in the darkness. It seems  about 3 more of the smaller ones are dealing with something that is letting out chitters, hisses, and some sort of buzzing.

Wasteland Wanderers pt 4

Name: Vexin Title: The Vexing Vixen Class: Alchemist Strengths:

Transformation Brews

Silver Tongue

Adorable-ness (counting it)

Weaknesses:

Hates her hairbands touched

Chocolate (she likes it)

Chocolate (she loves it)

Chocolate (she wants some more of it!)

Easily susceptible to bullying

Can’t cook. At all.

Items she’ll bring: Saddlebags:

Chocolate (no wait… that’s gone)

Bread (5 loaves)

Firewood (2 fires worth, or one long one)

one torch

Pots

A few alchemic ingredients (2 new potions worth)

8 potions (One of each color, one dose each)

All weighing a total of 85 lbs, a lightweight load for vexin

Dimstar turns around to the sound “Somepony help him and get the little ones, I’m going to get the big one up top!” He starts to rush up to the top while cloaking himself

Without hesitating Roland turns, whipping out his machete from it’s sheath and charging at the creature atop Obsidian. With a thud he knocks the creature off, sending it rolling as he steadies himself, offering a hoof to Obsidian. “Upsy daisy mate.” he murmurs as he helps the kirin off the ground before turning to face the creatures, drawing his handgun as he turns. “Any idea what they are?” he asks, firing a shot into the air after, hoping to scare them off.

“WOAH WOAH WOAH” the zony jumps up, extremely startled “what the buck are those things?” she says slowly walking toward her saddlebag, her only source of defense and eyes the creatures, not minding the ponies around her much. She was no-good in a physical fight so she hopes her teammates do not do anything rash to upset the creatures before we know what we’re dealing with.

“Thanks.” Obsidian replies “They’re nothing more than scavengers, little more dangerous than jackals unless they have an alpha leading them.”

Coldflame hisses out  ”Shit shit shit, i tell you Obsi…” He runs to where he set his sword and grabs it.

The chittering comes from deep in the bushes as the maker of the sounds observes the group with careful precision. Their love so succulent to feed on from this distance, coupled with the fact that she hasn’t eaten in so long drives her to draw ever so closer to the group.

(( prompt ))

The smaller ones around the edge leap forward with a snap and then back up a pace with a snarl. They’re either trying to intimidate the group or herd them together.

Obsidian takes a deep breath and snorts a bit of flame, and this makes them take a step back.

The large one on the rock above leaps down to attack the zony, not seeing the pegasus flying up. Over in the bushes a toothy maw clamps down on the hind leg of the chittering thing that was too distracted with the ponies.

Wasteland Wanderers pt 5

I’m Crescendo Kite Armwing. I’m a pony with a shield and note cutie mark. It’s been over a year since an event that I forever remember as the happiest day for me has happened. The Anniversary of that day marks the day my world crumbled around me. My wife was taken from me. The thing I know, is…

I’m so sorry…

“Obsidian! Finally, another pony! Hope Crossie isn’t going to send her love the usual way.  I’m ok in here! Let him in! Let my friend in!”

Crescendo is wrapped 50% of the way in bandages and salves, no seeming bothered at all.  Those that knew the Stallion knew there was little getting in his way.  He’s made sure the armor is only off to the side, carefully set.

“Sounds like that these Puffington ponies aren’t used to ponies risking their lives saving foals.  Heh!”