Topic: lore

//No travel post today. Have a pleasant lore post instead. The sound of fillies and colts at play permeates the early evening in the small village of Frakkas. The farmers and craftsmen are hard at work, while the rest of the village goes about it's business. Hunters, and foragers scour the nearby woods for food. Mares weave clothing, cloths, and linens. Others bake bread, and prepare meals. The elder sits outside of his home giving counsel to those seeking it, and the traders who have come in...

//Good vibe lore post comin' atcha. The wizard guild of Myoorclaw (Pronounced: Me-your-claw) wasn't exactly large for Ysgrim guild standards, but it was certainly a lively one. Based in the small town of Vendon Myoorclaw undertook tasks sent in by citizens of the nearby area that needed the help of a mage. Every mage in Myoorclaw had their own unique magic. Unlike their wizard counterparts from Equestria mages in Ysgrim tended to focus on one magic type, and hone their skills with it rather t...

The air that was once calm and soft became increasingly humid and thick to breathe. The beautiful forest scenery began to melt and metamorphose into a swampy waste with dangerous cliffs and crags. The colors of the environment began to turn dark greys and greens, beautiful deciduous trees fading away to overhanging and gloomy coniferous flora. The swamps were murky, hiding whatever critters or dangers that called this hostile environment home. They could hear the calls of wild birds, scavengers ...

Everything was quiet. Ponies trotted along, talking flamboyantly among themselves with jubilance. The shouts of peddlers trying to sell their wares and the buyers arguing or negotiating right back. The chittering of rats and other pests scurrying about trying to find any scraps that hadn't been cleaned by one of the many homeless that took refuge on the streets. Despite all this, the world was desolately empty, audio void of its existence in this alley. Everything was quiet. A cardboard wreck...

//Ey! It's Tony lore time! "Captain's log number one. Equis Date 4/6/2179. This is Captain Nathaniel Vreems of the starship Reconnoiter. Our crew departed from Equestria exactly one week ago. We've just reached the edge of the Equis star system, and are making plans to head for the Kepler22 star system in order to investigate Kepler-22b for the possible habitation of Equestrians on the planet. Our mission is largely an expeditionary, and scientific one, but we have been granted the power ...

"No no no! Not like that! Like this!" A red maned stallion shouts as he demonstrates a section of music on his guitar. "What do you mean Roy? That's what I'm playing." The straw hat wearing bassist protests as he repeats what he'd just played. Asuka slumps down on her stool. This was going to be a while. She snuggles up inside her hoodie as she tries to conserve body heat. Over on the broken couch the backup guitarist was doing the same. They were supposed to have band practice at Roy's place, b...

//Yet again I have remembered a lore post I thought about just before going to bed. It was another long day at work for Kisho. Running a restaurant was difficult work, but the smiles he helped form were well worth the toil. Of course while today was just like any other day it wasn't quite just a normal day. It was his 52nd birthday. His employees had scrounged up some money to buy him a cake, and a gift. Of course the gift was a 'Worlds Best Boss' apron, and he was definitely going to be we...

//Taking a break from the kiddie lore posts to do a more recent one I've had in mind for a while. 1 year ago, Vanhoover, 3 weeks into winter. A thick blanket of snow has coated Vanhoover. The road crews have been working tirelessly to keep the roads from icing over, and many citizens have been shoveling the sidewalks almost hourly to keep them visible. Which is lucky for the group of four running nearly full speed down Pine Street. Three of which appear to be wearing guitar cases. ...

Many years ago, there were only hills in the area near the forest, thick and rolling, natural wild flowers growing atop them. Fertile and empty, the land was left alone for quite some time, waiting for the right group to come across it...And one day they did. Two rabbit beastkins, a sailor and a florist, came here to settle. Taking inspiration from ancient ancestors, the two began to create their home on the side of a hill, lovingly dubbed ‘The Burrow’. Over time wildflowers were joined by culti...