Fallout Equestria: The Kingdom

Quiver sets down and trots up to the group.
"Hi. Not much out here. Just a lot of rocks."

"Well, being a Pegasus helps with that."

A slight grin flashes across Quiver's face, but sours when he sees the brown pony tied up.
"Uhm, why is that pony tied up? And I don't remember you three from the settlement."

Quiver looks confused.
"Right..."

When the group finally reaches the town, the light of day had reached it's peak in the Wasteland, casting a grayed light over everything in sight. The town was much more impressive than the Fiddler's Hoof camp, and was more heavily guarded as well. The gate was wide open for the group to enter during the day, but it wasn't exactly an open invitation; it was the only way in through the twenty foot tall walls surrounding the town, and on either side a trio of armored ponies wielded an array of what looked to be very well maintained weapons.

"Welcome to Old Appleloosa," one of them called from the top of the wall as the group passed through. "Don't do anything stupid."

Just through the gate the group entered a large courtyard of dirt and trash. All around it were countless shops selling anything imaginable; from weapons to earrings. At the center of the courtyard was a large cage with a sign marked 'PRIZIN'. Two starved and stained ponies were lying in the center of it, gasping for breath and staring mindlessly at the sky. Just behind the cage was a billboard marked 'JOBZ AN SHIT'.

Ponies bustled about the town between the shops and their homes, and so far it seemed like a peaceful and relatively crime-free city.

((Welcome to Old Appleloosa! Feel free to interact, look for side-quests, visit the shops, and generally do anything you want. That doesn't mean there won't be consequences for anything you do though, so keep your wits about you.))

"I was starting to wonder if there were larger settlements."
Quiver says, mostly to himself, as he taps buttons on his PipBuck.

Quiver turns to Clock.
"Well, Stable 16 is bigger."
Turning to Charcoal:
"From what I gather, caps are what is used as money out here, so I suppose so."

Eve quickly scanned the area, and made her way to the cage in the center of the courtyard. She stared at the two ponies inside, feeling an unwanted sense of familiarity as she put her hoof against the bars.

One of the slowly dying ponies inside turned his eyes to Eve, grumbling something incoherent as he tried to slide himself over to her. It took a while, but the pony finally made it to the bars.
"Please..." he wheezed softly to the mare. "Can you...do something for me?" A rough cough punctuated his request.