Pretty Poutine Pyrotechnics Perplex Ponies!
Day 2 is upon us! Ohh, and a good day its been. The markets still abuzz with the sights and smells of all sorts of incredibly enticing entrees are not something I doubt any one wants to miss out on. Even our resident goose could be seen earlier this morning in the bustle picking up a loaf of bread for that, dare I say, cute gosling of his. Poppers left and right from all sorts still ring occasionally as the merriment continues, and, thanks to the guards and Bannermanes, seems mostly without incident, save for the one jailed sphinx, and the three shorthooves now on community service, surprisingly. Thank you for all your tireless service.
Yes, everything seemed to be going right to plan, on track to see the second large firework of the night to happen before the unexpected filled the sky. In the late afternoon unset, sources confirm the presence of our dear friends, the Gobbos, once again up to their normal yearly shenanigans of trying to get their grubby hooves on some free food. What's the issue then, you ask? Surely the guards could have handled it? Well, in a way, they did. A group of Bannermanes under Amden had gone forth to address the situation. Eyewitnesses from the guard who were part of the ordeal were more than happy to give a vivid detailed account of the occurrence.
"There were tens of them! They practically brought the whole tribe!" says one guard, lightly fingering a frosty arrow in a hoof. "Why did they did was... unclear, at least till their leader spoke up. Apparently he took issue with the one with the Ring, hah! Said she was aimed at usurping her or something like that."
Yes, yes, our violent little friends seemed more than avid in their warning quest. A second eyewitness confirms this story, going on to help aid in the story.
"Oh, and dont forget the big firework!"
According to the second source, the Gobbos somehow had amassed enough fireworks to launch a ceremony of their own. Unfortunately, it seemed they had plans to aim their efforts not to the sky, but to the gates towards the one with the Ring, Dayspring Temper, a Bannermane typically spotted around several others in the past month.
After a rather brief scuffle at the gates, all seemed right and well, with the efforts of the many there to quell the uprising seeming successful until, it seemed, they were unable to stop the firework from being lit. A single tear came to our interviewers eyes as they recanted the details.
"I don't know why she did it..."
Did what, you ask? Well it would seem a good friend of Dayspring Temper, a Kirin by the name of Poutine had taken it upon herself to climb aboard the firework with an unknown intent.
"She could have let go"
Yes, dear viewer, that large firework in the sky that had graced us with an early show was not, in fact, an early show of the second day fireshow, but rather the explosive end to one of our dearest Bannermanes.
After the altercation was met with its end, the Fatknee Tribe's leader was put into custody later that night, and the slightly damaged airship inbound and unfortunately in the line of the fireworks fire, was docked for checks and repairs. The guard, in addition to all of this, asks any and all citizens to continue to report any strange Gobbo appearances, and to keep a good eye on your own firework stashes.
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