Below the newspaper's logo at the top of the front page sits an illustration. In this illustration, Guard Nar Kazunah stands over a stallion laying flat on his stomach on a street at night. The stallion's right leg is bent unnaturally at the thigh, and his torso looks as though it's been bent inwards halfway up his spine. The stallion's face is contorted in a scream, his eyes shut tight. Standing over him, Guard Kazunah is depicted with a sinister grin on his face. Below the picture reads a head...

It's been about 3 hours since the patrol started, but everything's gone smoothly so far. Wattzis Buckets, and Wildfire have been standing guard in the Lord's Manor since they arrived. There's been little to do, and conversation has to be kept to a minimum, so more than anything, Wattzis has been bored out of his mind. Such is the life of a guard. Wattzis' eyes move to watch as Lieutenant Spellsword enters the manor's atrium on her patrol route. She gives the two guards a short nod. Nothing to ...

//Woe, introductory post be upon thee. For a guard, Ponyville was one of the best places to be stationed. Whattzis Buckets woke up every day, excited to protect the town he'd grown up in. He loved to patrol the streets, converse with the townsfolk, and help them when they needed it. He particularly liked when the schoolhouse reached out to him to read to the children. They were always so excited to see a guard in person, and he loved to read them stories of the great heroes of old. Today w...

//Wanted to post this a while back. Figured I should go ahead and do it before I stop using Everest for good. When I begin to open my eyes, I shudder violently. All around me is icy cold water. Light shines from the surface above, and with a little effort I manage to begin swimming upwards. I surface just as my lungs are about to give out. With a large gasp, I suck in much needed air, and begin to cough up some of the water I'd swallowed after plunging into the lake. I've barely even gott...